❁Kris❁

You send him the same bewildered stare, "You're a six-foot tall, nerdy, pretty boy with glasses, there's no way you're some kinda virgin."

"Well... uh..." He gulps thickly and leans back, the pillow in his lap faltering with the way he readjusts his long legs to try and ease the rather annoying ache in between them, "I kinda am..."

Now you were giving him that cute deer-in-headlights kinda look as if there wasn't a single thought inside your head, the same look that has him flustered for some reason. Followed by which is a turn of your head before you casually return to reaching for that needed puzzle piece, "That's surprising. 'Thought a guy like you would have tons of women."

Gojo looks around for a second before pointing at himself, "You though I would have tons of women? Me?" He scoffs as if that were the most ridiculous thing in the world. "I mean, I know plenty of women who talk to me, sure. But, I've never slept with any of them."

"Why's that?" You ask, knees shifting against the floor so that you could find the desired spot for the piece in your hand, "If you don't mind me asking, of course."

You seem to be entirely oblivious to the way your skirt is still rising against your thighs, especially as you bend down a bit to plop the little puzzle piece into place. Gojo finds himself looking up at the ceiling now, hoping for you to become self aware any moment now, "I dunno, I'm not good at flirting, I guess." He says with a shrug of his shoulders.

The sound of that makes you glance back at him again. This time you look down at his now uncovered crotch and spot the boner prettily resting there. Smiling a bit, "I could teach you." You offer sweetly.

His cock drools at the idea alone before he's fixing his glasses against his face and looking at you again, "Really? You'd teach me how to flirt?"

You snort, "No, silly. I'm offering to teach you how to fuck."

Now, Gojo is many things. Filthily educated in Digimon? Well, of course—he's even got it plastered all over his shirt right now. The most studious individual in every academic institution he's ever attended? Duh. And a completely closeted freak who does nothing but imagine what it'd be like to feel pussy for the first time? Well, yeah...

So when you offer to teach him how to fuck and essentially, take his virginity, he doesn't think he's ever nodded his head faster in his life.

Next thing he knows and your legs are sprawled out over him, caging the sides of his lengthy limbs in between yours as your ass hovers in the air and you move a hand back to tug your panties to the side. Your cute nerd of a friend thinks he's in love as your gorgeously soaked cunt is revealed to him.

He almost reaches out to touch it-, to touch you but, he controls himself and lets you do all the work. After all, he has no idea what he's doing. Gojo only knows things about sex through porn and... well, that can only teach a person so much.

"Y-Y'know," And then he's starting already—yapping as if that would hide his nervousness. His cock is out and you're rubbing two pretty fingers through your folds before moving your hand in between your legs to grab ahold of him. "S-Shiit... Y'know this uh, this puzzle we got-, oh... it-, oh, that feels good-, it was a limited edition-"

"Satoru, you're cute but," You giggle as the lips of your pussy begin to close around his drooling cockhead, "If this is your idea of dirty talk then you have so much to learn..."

He tries to swallow a whine down his throat but it unfortunately escapes him as he continues his rambling, "I just-, goddamn... I thought you'd wanna know that," Gojo utters with a nervous chuckle, hips bucking up slightly to sink himself deeper into the dewy warmth that's currently swallowing up his length. "'Cause o-only a thousand," his breath hitches as you get about halfway down on him, "You're so fuckin' warm... Only a-ah.. a thousand of those sets were s-sold..."

Biting back your own moans whilst his thick cock stretches up into your welcoming walls, "Yeah?" You chime as if you genuinely cared about what he was saying. It's not that you didn't care at all but, the puzzle was the last thing on your mind with the way his dick felt slowly splitting you open. "T-That's... so nice, sweetie."

Gojo's hips snap up at the sound of the praise—wether or not you meant it to be sarcastic—and it's instant the way he brings a hand up to your hip to hold you down as the rest of his lengthy shaft disappears inside you. "Fuck, that felt good," He gasps as if this were some kind of new discovery for him, "C-Can you say that again? Praise me more?"

You work up a steady rhythm of lifting and then slamming your hips down on him after only a few moment of adjusting to his staggering inches, your jaw quickly falling open with slutty drool dangling out past your lips, "You're into that?" You huff softly before glancing back at him, "Y-You want me to-, mmnh, praise you more?"

Gojo's eyes are a little glossy from pleasure and he nods cutely, "P-Please? I'm being good so far, aren't I?" Then he looks down and you feel his cock throb inside of you, "Fuuuck... I haven't even-, ohgod... h-haven't even told you any more s-stupid facts. Aren't you proud of me?"

Another laugh exits your lips before you still your hips down against his, grinding with his cock buried inside of you instead of bouncing on it, "Yeahhh, I guess you have a point," You snort. Then you turn your face forwards and reach for a new puzzle piece before placing it somewhere. Your honeyed pussy clamps around his bulging girth and you hear the way he chokes out a gasp. "I'm so proud of you, 'Toru. Bein' such a good boy for me, aren't you?"

What you don't expect is the thick cum that spills out inside you. The hand he has on your hip grips a little tighter and he groans loudly, tossing his head back losing it at the sound of those words on your tongue. Well, that and the way you'd went back to those puzzle pieces as if this was just another Thursday night for you...

You have a little smile on your face as you feel him finishing inside you and by the time you look back at him, Gojo seems to be completely out of it—as if that was singlehandedly the best nut of his life. Glasses crooked on his face now, hand still anchoring your hip against him, hair tousled, and heavy pants exiting him, you can't help but tilt your head.

"Wow, two minutes. Impressive, really." You snort.

Gojo looks at you, just barely, and then pouts, "It was my first time, I'm sorry."

Well, made no exceptions. Up until a six foot three white-haired cocky man started coming to you. Months he’s been showing up for your help and you’ve always ignored his flirting with you, assuming he does it with everyone…

But today, today was different and you’re unsure why.

——

Sitting in your spacious office is your wonderful, and stupidly attractive client— Gojo Satoru. Pretty blue eyes peer into yours as he speaks, answering your most recent concerns with yet another thorough explanation that he hopes will get you to relax.

Puffing out a sigh through his nose, Gojo tips his head to the side and rests his cheek against his fist, relaxing in the seat not too far across from you. “You worry too much,” He says casually, “Why don’t we ever talk about your feelings? We only ever talk about me.”

Gojo is well aware that you only want the best for him. He simply doesn’t care. He’s here because it’s mandatory, not because he wants to. He doesn’t need therapy, despite your claims otherwise— you’re his therapist, of course, you’d tell him he needed this.

Even so, you sigh in frustration before lifting your hand to pinch the bridge of your nose, “Satoru,” You utter, and he’s shifting around where he sits already, “This isn’t about me at all. My feelings are of none of your concern.”

With casualty, “And why not?” Gojo questions in return as he lifts a single brow in curiosity, flashing a charming little smile at you.

You give him the same blank stare you’ve been giving him for months now and all he can think about is how he knows you’re right— these sessions have nothing to do with your feelings whatsoever and yet, he asked anyway.

“Because you don’t get paid to listen to my complaints, I get paid to listen to yours,” You say with the slightest roll of your eyes.

Gojo laughs. Bright melodic and silly laughter fills your ears as his smile widens and he seems to find you genuinely amusing— leading you to wonder if he ever takes you or anything in life seriously…

“So, you admit you complain, then?” The man hums after his laughter dies down a bit, “I mean, when you really think about it, it’d only be fair if I got the chance to hear a few of your grievances from time to time… considering how you’re so used to listening to mine.” He hums with a little shrug.

Your eyes only narrow at the man and you flash a skeptical look, “It seems as though you’re just trying to avoid speaking about yourself…”

“Ah,” He clicks his tongue before throwing his hands up in defeat, “You caught me,” Gojo admits before relaxing his arms and nodding, “Let’s get back to discussing me then, yeah? Anything you want Ms. Therapist, ask away.”

All you can do is sigh at the man. He’s so unserious that it’s almost concerning, “Your day, Satoru. Can we please return to that? The most you’ve told me is how you woke up this morning and almost fell out of your bed…”

He chuckles, “Right, right… Well, I haven’t done much today, just worked out a bit. Suguru and Shoko joined me with it today though… So uh, I’ve been a bit too exhausted to do anything else after that.”

You just nod along with his words until he’s done, “I see,” You say simply before crossing one leg over the other— his gaze following your movements, “And do you think that exhaustion of yours will affect you for the remainder of the day?”

“Hm?” Gojo hums, quickly lifting his eyes and furrowing his brows, “Nah, not really. I’ll be better by tomorrow, I’m sure. And if anything…” He shrugs, “M’feelin’ pretty energized right now.”

Relaxing, you lean back in your seat, “That’s a relief. Can I ask what’s brought your energy back to you?”

He lifts a single brow at your question but his voice is just as smooth as his response, “You, of course,” Gojo exclaims, “You always get my blood pumpin’, sweetheart.”

And thus returns your blank stare for the nth time of the evening. Although, after a second, you crack the faintest smile, “I’m flattered, Satoru. But, I’m sure there’s something else that gets your blood pumping outside of talking to your therapist.”

Gojo is a very observant man, more than he cares to let on sometimes. His eyes are fixated on the general area of your face but… his focus is all over your lips— the way they curve into that pretty little momentary smile, how he can feel that strange warmth swelling in his chest at the mere sight…

He could hardly focus on half of the questions you asked him sometimes but luckily for him, you don’t seem to mind. “Right…” Gojo eventually breathes out, “Well then workin’ out obviously gets my blood pumpin’,” He says with a casual shrug of his shoulders, quickly collecting himself. “Buuuut, I dunno, somethin’ about talkin’ to you makes it do something different. It’s a bit weird honestly… Almost like… like a pleasant lil’ burn in my chest, y’know?”

Of course, you just stare. Then, you raise a brow, “A pleasant burn in your chest? Are you… suggesting that talking to me brings you joy?”

He seems to pause as your question hits his ears, brows pushing together for a long moment of thought. Gojo had never really thought about it that way, he was just flirting initially but… that’s a damn good question.

“Maybe it does,” Gojo soon tells you, having deduced the thumping of his heart and the way you have him thinking just that— the fact that speaking to you brings him joy.

It’s not like that’s untrue anyway. There’s always been something about the way you carry yourself during these sessions that he finds himself clinging to, the way all of your actions were sincere, and how your presence seems to excite him-

“Interesting,” You chirp, cutting off his thoughts entirely.

Gojo blinks out of his head and watches as you reach to the small table beside your seat, lifting a clipboard to yourself and moving to jot something down onto a piece of paper. A very full piece of paper, might he add.

Notes. You were taking your usual notes on him. What exactly could you have to write about him finding comfort in talking to you? He’s got no clue.

Which is exactly why he’s voicing his curiosity moments later, “What’re you writtin’ over there?” Gojo hums as he leans forward a bit in an attempt to get a small peak. The soft sounds of your note-taking have captured his full attention.

Call him a bit crazy but if he watched your hand close enough, he could decipher what words you were spelling out if he wanted to.

The clipboard in your hands begins to lift as you lean back, preventing him from seeing anything, “Nothing of any importance to you,” You say calmly, “We should change the subject anyway. Based on today, how do you think tomorrow will go for you?”

A pout pulls at his lower lip as you so simply brush off his curiosity. “Aww, you’re no fun…” Gojo protests. He catches the way you halt your writing and send him a scolding look, causing him to swallow thickly before nodding and giving up on the subject. “Sorry…” He hums, “M’sure tomorrow will be the same as today. I’ve got nothin’ too important planned— work out, go teach, y’know, the usual.”

You start to nod, having slightly expected such an answer from him, but then you notice how his facial expression changes and he smirks at you.

“Unless,” Gojo begins, tipping his head to the side and carefully lowering his gaze. He openly looks down at your crossed legs and slowly lifts his eyes a second later— drinking your seated frame before swiping his tongue over his lower lip, “You have something in mind?”

Damn flirt, sometimes you find it difficult to ignore his not-so-subtle hints of interest toward you but when his actions are so small and harmless, you find yourself thinking about entertaining him.

…Only to shoot the thought down seconds later as your response is faster and your tone is a bit cold— lashes fluttering thoughtlessly, “No? Why would I have anything interesting in mind? I’m your therapist, not your friend.”

Does your coldness ever seem to faze him? Hell no. All he does is sigh before leaning back against the couch he’s seated on and parting his legs, “Shame,” Gojo replies, his arms raising to place his hands back behind his head, “Here I thought we were already friends…”

You scoff, “Well, you thought wrong,” You fire back. He’s opening his mouth to say something slick but you just cut him off with yet another subject change, “How’s your mental state been these past few days?” You question faster than he expected you to.

Gojo just shrugs before glancing off to the side for a few seconds, “I dunno, same as it’s always been I guess,” He explains. Then his hands are falling from behind his head, “Not perfect, not terrible— nothin’s really changed.” He says honestly.

He doesn’t exactly know what other way to answer such a question as he doesn’t know how he feels. But, Gojo likes to believe he’s doing better now than he was doing thirty minutes ago when this session started.

You hum and start leaning forward a bit, tilting your head at the man, “Do you consider that to be a good thing?”

“Yeah, I guess,” He shrugs again, still looking off to the side— out of your office window that is relatively far away and to the city outside. “I mean, I’m not supposed to be constantly improving, right?” Gojo asks.

You nod, “That’s right. It’s all a gradual thing, really. So, I’m glad to see you think that way,” Your voice is so soft and gentle to him that even with his eyes not exactly on yours, he’s got that warmth swelling in his chest again.

Of course, he can only go so long without looking at you— his pretty lil’ therapist. Though, as he turns his head to you and his eyes settle on you again, you’re jotting more notes down. Ah, he wants to try prying again but he decides against doing so.

“Okay so,” Your eyes narrow at the paper in your lap, “Can you tell me how many friends you have?”

Gojo blinks, “Friends?” He echoes, lifting his index to tap against his chin, “Let’s see… There’s Shoko… Suguru… and uhm…” He tilts his head a bit in thought, “Can I include some of my students?”

“…Let’s go with no for now,” You utter with a slight chuckle. Why would he be friends with his students? He looks like the kinda guy to have enough adult friends to-

“Okay then, all that leaves is you,” Gojo cuts off your thoughts and your head cocks back slightly.

“Me?” You giggle, “Satoru, I’m not your friend. I’m your therapist.” Your tone is oddly playful for someone reminding him of your profession for the millionth time since he’s started coming to you.

Gojo releases the slightest huff, a pout returning to his face. Along with such is that burn in his chest, though, this time it feels a bit different. Foreign and mysterious.

“Don’t get cheeky then,” Gojo says to you, his smile returning seconds after, “Is this even a part of my-“

“Cheeky?” You cut off unintentionally and damn the way he just shuts up to watch you snicker at him is a little questionable. “I’m not being cheeky. I’m just doing my job, silly.”

Silly. Why does such a simple word have his heart thumping? And why is his smile widening?

“Yeah? And is it your job to make me question my mental sanity?” Gojo asks with a chuckle, clearly joking with you now. He then moves to rest his chin across his knuckles, elbow sitting on the arm of the couch.

You shrug sheepishly, “Well, technically, yes.”

Gojo clicks his tongue before laughing again. He’s not sure what this vibe is or where it’s come from but god he doesn’t want it to end, “You’re a bit sadistic, y’know.” He comments teasingly.

Eyes falling all over you once more, his rakes in your seated frame— his lips curving into a mocking little smile.

All you do is chuckle and for once, you’re not dismissing the subject or avoiding entertaining his shenanigans, “Think so?” You muse.

His expression shifts to something smug and he smirks again, “Yeah, I think so.”

Did you just tease him or is he reading into this a bit too much? He’s never had such a teasing conversation with you like this before…

“Right,” Your voice snaps him out of his head, “And what else do you think about me, hm?”

Oh? Is this… Are you flirting with him? Gojo has to blink a few times and really study your facial expression because he’s not too sure what to think for a moment.

You’re just sitting there with that smile of yours, legs crossed, body relaxed in your seat— you just seem comfortable around him, like you always do.

Gojo chuckles, “What else do I think about you, huh? Well…” He tries to think of his response carefully, one wrong move and he’ll be back to the drawing board with you. “I think you’re…” There are so many different things he could say right now he has to be careful, test the waters a bit, see how far you’ll let him get. “I think you’re pretty, and kind… intelligent… and uh, well, just as cheeky as I am, apparently.”

Your smile falters for a moment and you accidentally voice your thoughts in a quiet tone, almost a whisper, “You think I’m pretty?”

Of course the sound of your question doesn’t miss his ears, he’d never allow it to do such. Gojo’s practically anxious for every syllable that leaves your lips, “Mhm, course’ I do,” He hums casually, “Who wouldn’t think you’re pretty?”

“W-Well I just,” Are you stuttering right now? Is he hearing you correctly? Are you… flustered? “I dunno, I didn’t think you’d have any sort of attraction to me, sorry. Just, ignore that. Please.” You stammer out, trying to collect yourself.

How could you let yourself slip up like that?

Oh Gojo can’t help but smile. Fuck, you’re way cuter like this than he’d ever imagined you’d be, “Oh really?” He chuckles, “And here I was thinkin’ it was obvious with the way I’ve been flirtin’ with you all this time, doll.”

You let out a huff through your nose, “Don’t call me that,” You tell him, “…It’s unprofessional.”

Unprofessional, yeah? As if he cares about that. Gojo tilts his head and notices the way your eyes have wandered elsewhere, “So what should I call you then?” He pauses for a second but then… your first name is leaving his lips slowly, almost as if he were testing it out— like he wasn’t sure of how it’d sound rolling off his tongue.

Fortunately for you, the sound of your first name leaving him has your heart fluttering a bit. He’s always teased you with silly nicknames and you usually let them slide if they’re not too flirtatious. But your first name? Oh he hardly ever uses it to address you.

“Sweetheart?” Gojo suggests seconds later and you freeze. Okay, yes he’s called you that before— more times than you care to admit actually but it was a bit different this time.

“Just…” You inhale sharply, “No pet names, alright? I don’t know how many times I have to repeat myself but I’m not your friend, I’m your-“

“Therapist, yeah, yeah,” He cuts off with that same smile on his face, “How about darling? Y’like that one? Or maybe sweet thing? Sexy?” Gojo continues to tease you about this anyway, despite what you just said to him.

All you end up doing is groaning before your hand lifts to your face and you palm your expression, “What am I gonna do with you, huh? You don't even listen to me…” Your voice gets a bit quieter and his heart skips a beat. Is this making you shy?

Gojo has to bite back whatever rush of emotions the thought of you being shy like this. His legs sway open and closed as he moves to clasp his hands together, “Maybe I’d listen a bit better if you weren’t so beautiful, sweetheart.”

You inhale sharply and send him a pleading glare, “Stop.”

“Or what?” Gojo huffs back, getting a bit too ahead of himself, “You’ll punish me?”

You choke, letting out a cough before cocking your head back in surprise, “W-What? Punish you?”

He’s so amused with you right now that he can hardly think straight, shifting his legs a bit before the tip of his shoe brushes over the side of your foot— your chair not far enough from the couch he’s seated on for such a small touch not to occur.

All Gojo does is smile at you, almost mischievously, “What? You don’t wanna punish me?” How the hell did the two of you even get to this point? “You said I don’t listen to you so make me listen,” He continues, “I’ll be fine, trust me… I like it when you’re firm with me.” He explains finally before you catch his hips rolling up through your peripherals— his body shifting to get comfortable in his seat.

You gulp, staring at him for a long moment. For a second, and a second only, you almost entertained him further but… he’s your client-, your patient. What kinda therapist would you be if you flirted with him like this??

“E-Enough of this, Satoru,” You murmur out, glancing off to the side, “This is… This is inappropriate.”

And there you do again— dismissing his attraction. Gojo can’t say he likes it when you do that but he doesn’t exactly hate it either, you give him a challenge… make him work for it, and… well, he likes that.

Gojo’s body straightens up where he sits and he leans all the way forward, elbows resting on his knees as his hands remain clasped together and his gaze never leaving your face, “What if I want inappropriate?” He taunts.

Your gaze slips over to him and how close he is. Sure, there’s space in between your seat and the couch but, it’s not much, or at least, not enough. Due to him leaning forward, his eyes are kinda angled up at you and it makes your spine go stiff.

You’ve always known Gojo to be attractive but fuck he was intimidatingly handsome staring at you like this— as if he couldn’t put his attention anywhere else, almost like he was a damn baby and you a sensory video playing before him. His blue eyes were in awe of you and it made your body hot.

Gulping, “W-Well… We… Uhm-“

“Get it out, sweetheart, c’mon. You can do it.” Gojo whispers softly, encouraging you and making you even more nervous at the same time.

You sigh gently, “We don’t always get what we want, okay? A-And I’m supposed to be helping you through therapy, not… not whatever this is.”

“Helping me, yeah?” Gojo utters before the corner of his lips twitches into a smile, “You’re supposed to be helping me through therapy when it’s both you and therapy that’s gotten us to this point?”

You blink, “I’m… not sure how I’ve gotten us to this point exactly but,” You glance away, “This conversation shouldn’t be going where it’s going.”

He scoffs at you before rolling his eyes at the way you’ve broken eye contact with him, “Riiight because we shouldn’t have discussed how beautiful I find you or how difficult you make it for me to focus…” Gojo says as if to remind you of how the two of you got here— you’re the one that asked him those questions, remember?

Your lashes bat before you return your gaze to him, your look firm, “That was a part of the questions I’m supposed to ask you,” You say. It’s partially true and partially a lie but the line between the two has blurred, “This all caters to your mental health and helps me to understand you more.”

Gojo’s brows shoot up and he nods, “Uhuh...” He utters flatly before pulling his lips into a thin line and then leaning back against the couch again, “But uh,” His gaze begins to bore into yours, his expression serious, “Does it really help you understand me better? Orrr is all this shit just for you to satisfy your own curiosity?”

Your face twists up a bit, “I’m sorry? I get paid to do this ‘shit’ so no, none of this ‘satisfies my own curiosity’. This is work, Satoru-“

“Then word harder, sweetheart,” He purrs, cutting you off entirely and watching the way you freeze.

Then, you shut your eyes and groan, “I’m trying to but you keep… Y’know what,” Your eyes open and you shake your head, “Never mind.”

The two of you are just on a roll today. Gojo’s never seen this many expressions or reactions from you and fuck is he loving every second of it.

He can’t help the way his lips are curving into that annoying ass smirk of his, drinking in every grumble from you and finding it cute how frustrated you are.

“I keep what?” Gojo asks, urging you to finish your statement, “Hm?”

“Nothing. We should get back on track now,” You say with a slight shake of your head.

Your eyes are barely even on him at this point but he only finds that all the more entertaining. You’re lucky he knows this is nothing more than a therapy session— he can’t keep pushing your buttons forever, can he?

So, he accepts your dismissal with a shrug, “Fine,” Gojo relents, “What part of my life do you wanna know next, pretty girl?”

“Stop it with the nicknames,” You utter scoldingly before glancing down at your clipboard in hopes of asking a question that’ll save you. Yet, rushing to do so, you blurt out the next question there without even thinking about it, “How active is romance in your life?” You breathe, freezing as soon as the words leave you fully.

Shit, you were merely reading the question off instead of asking it but you know he’s not going to interpret it that way.

His expression goes a bit blank as he acknowledges your question, wondering why it’s even a question in the first place. Gojo kinda wanted to answer it honestly but for some reason, he tries to present the answer in a way that won’t upset you, “Non-existent, I suppose. But,” His eyes narrow at you, “How’s that important for you to know?”

You let out a scoff, “Non-existent? You?” Not giving him a moment to reply to your little comment, “It’s important because relationships often cause stress and it’d be important for me to know about them-“

“You don’t believe me?” Gojo cuts off, “I’m tellin’ you, there’s zero ‘romance’ in my life.”

You pause, then sigh. “Okay… what about hook-ups?”

“I’ve had more than you’d probably care to hear about,” He utters cockily, “But I mean, look at me— how could I not?”

Your eyes roll at that and you just go to take notes again, wondering why you’d asked specifics on that question anyway. Is this what he was talking about earlier? Is this for your own curiosity and not necessary information?

It gets a bit quiet after he tells you that and you take your lil’ notes for a while. As you do so, Gojo’s attention is everywhere on you— from the slightest furrow in your brows, presumably from the answer he gave you, to the way your clothing rests along your skin. 

A flimsy blouse that seems rather expensive but he could probably get it off of you in-, shit, Gojo squeezes his eyes shut. Where the hell’s his mind going right now? That’s such a perverted thought to have…

Letting out a sigh, he opens his eyes again and they land on the exposed skin of your legs, a tight pencil skirt hugging your thighs. He’s staring again without even realizing it, wondering what your skin would feel like, how soft and warm-

Again, he cuts himself off. The fuck is wrong with him today? Sure, he flirts with you but, he doesn’t usually have these kinds of thoughts mid-session.

Gojo huffs at himself and lifts his gaze back up to your face, flinching as he’s met with your eyes already on his— he was caught.

He chokes out a cough, pretending to clear his throat before looking away from you, “What? Did you want me to go into specifics or somethin’?” Gojo prompts with a slight chuckle.

Your eyes narrow a little, “No, I don’t need to know that much information,” You say with a snicker, brushing past his previously hungry gaze, “But, since we’re still on this topic… Would you consider yourself to have any lingering feelings for anyone you’ve been with in the past?”

“How the hell is that important for you to know?” He fires back to you, cerulean gaze returning to yours.

“Again, relationships equal stress,” You repeat before leaning forward a bit and whispering in a way that makes him feel small, “That includes non-exclusive ones, Satoru.”

And the way you’ve leaned forward has his heart jumping. An all too loud gulp is heard coming from his throat before he looks away from you again, “No,” Gojo answers, “No lingering feelings. I don’t get attached to anyone.” Then he pauses, voice lowering into something teasing all over again, “That’ answer make you happy?” He hums curiously.

You scoff, “Why would I feel anything in reaction to that information?” Your voice is a bit cold now, distant even, yet it only makes him smirk.

Tone nonchalant, “I don’t know,” Gojo murmurs, “You jus’ seem to be getting worked up quite a bit during this conversation.”

“Me? Worked up? Over this?” You almost laugh at his claim, “Please, you’re imagining things. Should I write down hallucinations as a symptom for you here too?” You utter jokingly as you point down to the paper and clipboard in your lap.

Gojo chuckles— you just lied about being worked up but, he’ll let it slide for now. Though, that won’t stop him from teasing again, “You sure, sweetheart?” Gojo purrs as he leans back in his seat, legs parting, “Y’look pretty worked up to me.”

“I’m not,” You respond flatly.

He finds that amusing, moving a hand to his chest as if to say he’s touched, “Aw, how sweet. You really don’t mind if I play around and hook up with strangers?”

“I don’t get paid to care who you fool around with so, no, I don’t mind,” You answer quite simply. Then you’re moving that clipboard of yours to the small table beside your seat, arms crossing afterward while you sit back.

Gojo smiles, “Alright then, pretty girl. Continue pryin’.”

You ignore his teasing as best as you can and just take a deep breath, deciding to change the subject. “What do you typically do after a session with me?”

It’s really cute how you try to move on from what you wanted to know previously but, Gojo’s not letting it go, “Oh y’know, the usual— same borning route home, relax for a bit, and then go out ‘nd meet up with someone. Sometimes it’s two people, but usually never more than that.”

You just nod, “Right. And how would you say you feel after a session here? Happy? Sad? Relieved? Tense?” The last emotion is more of the slip of the tongue on your end but you’re starting to care less about your little slip-ups.

“I mean…” Gojo rests a hand on his thigh and rubs his palm over it a little, “I’m usually pretty satisfied. I always have fun after seein’ you.”

“How so?” You quizz.

He smirks, you’re just so eager to know now aren’t you? A few seconds pass in silence as Gojo lets his answer rest on his tongue, his eyes simply on yours before he replies slowly, “I take that as my cue to go out ‘nd let loose,” He explains, a smug expression plastered onto his stupidly handsome face.

Your lashes bat in innocence, “…Let loose?” You echo, yearning for clarification on that.

You watch his head nod a little but doesn’t answer right away. He liked watching your eyes grow more eager for his response— it’s almost fun to silently tease you in such a way. Barely even a foot away from one another, gazing at each other as you both let tension float aimlessly in the air, and seconds passing just to build up your anticipation.

Gojo’s head tips forward juust a little, “Go out for a drink ‘nd then sleep with someone by the end of the night,” He finally clarifies, watching your reaction closely for-

“How often?” You ask.

…Was this still a part of his therapy session? He was not expecting a follow-up question so quickly, and especially not that kinda question. Now he’s really amused.

“Mmh… Maybe every other night,” Gojo hums. “I get bored out of my mind so uh,” He clicks his tongue and shrugs, “I don’t mind meetin’ pretty women… or men, sometimes.”

You nod, “Every other night, huh?” Gojo swears he sees a flicker of jealousy there but he’s probably looking too deep into it, “And earlier you said there’s ‘zero romance’ in your life.”

Those slim white brows of his raise, “Sweetheart, they’re just hook-ups, not dates. No commitment comes after that.”

“I see,” Your voice is a bit lighter now yet your follow-up questions are quick, “Think’ you’re any good with commitment?”

“No,” Gojo’s answer is faster, “Not really. Committing to someone is a pain in the ass.”

“Why’s that?”

“I don’t want to have to share myself with someone twenty-four-seven,” He starts explaining, “And I don’t like dealing with people’s insecurities or worrying about whether or not I’m meeting someone’s expectations. I jus’ prefer being uncommitted and not having to be loyal to one person.”

And there’s him opening up to you just as you wanted him to. Finally, a smile plays on your lips, “…Right. But, don’t you find it funny that you share yourself with me almost daily?” You start to reveal your silent analysis to him and you watch his playful expressions begin to fade, “And do you not worry about meeting my expectations? You didn’t think I wouldn’t notice that, did you?”

“Notice what, exactly?” Gojo says sassily while quirking a brow.

“How you mold most of your answers to my questions to fit some kind of image you think I have for you,” You explain flawlessly.

He blinks, “Alright, sweets, here’s the thing…” Gojo leans forward a bit and his voice lowers into something serious, “I don’t worry about meetin’ your expectations. If I didn’t want to be here, you couldn’t force me to. So tell me somethin’, why do you think I come here and see you so often, hm?”

“Because I help you, obviously.”

“Yeahh,” Gojo purrs, “That’s right, baby. You help me. Help me blow off some steam when I come to see you.” He tells you as he then leans back into his seat.

You pause at that, for a mere second, before clearing your throat, “Blow off some steam, huh?”

“Mhm,” His eyes lower on you suggestively, “I always feel much, much better after comin’ to your office ‘nd spendin’ a few hours with you.”

You nod, “I see…” Then, you glance over to a nearby clock on your office wall, “Speaking of hours with me, you only have a few left.”

“It seems we do,” Gojo agrees, “And uh, how should we spend these last few hours?”

“Well, we don’t have to spend them doing anything,” You tell him in a sweet tone as you start gathering your nearby things, “If you’re satisfied with this session then we’re done here.”

“Oh,” He pauses, not moving an inch from his seat, “That’s it?”

“Uh, duh?” You scoff playfully, furrowing your brows before you stand to your feet.

Gojo remains seated and watches you take some final little notes before placing your clipboard down. “W-Well, uh,” He stammers out, earning your attention.

“Hm? What’s wrong?” Your head tilts as you look at him— noticing there’s clearly more on his mind, “Do you have something else to share with me?”

“No… But, uh,” He takes a second to come up with some lousy excuse, “Oh, you said if I’m satisfied with this session then we’re done, correct?”

“Yes?”

“Well…” Gojo starts to stand to his feet and your neck cranes so that you can maintain eye contact, “What if I'm not satisfied yet?”

You freeze and his lids lower on you. “Okay, uhm, we can keep talking if you-“

“That’s not what I mean and you know it,” He suddenly blurts out, taking a step closer to you.

Your foot shifts a bit as you nearly step back but you ultimately stay put, “I’m… not sure I understand.”

“You’re a smart girl, I'm sure you understand,” Gojo murmurs, his body nearing yours with yet another step being taken.

You gulp and finally take that step back, your calves bumping into your chair behind you. Which causes you to stumble as you nearly fall back into your seat but like something out of some cliche rom-com, Gojo’s wrapping an arm around your waist and tugging you toward him to prevent you from falling.

And then you’re moving a hand to his arm as if to brace yourself, batting your lashes up at the man.

“No,” You whisper, “I don’t understand, Satoru.”

“Sessions not over ‘til I’m satisfied, right?” Gojo questions. His expression is dead serious, eyelids low on yours, blue gaze swirling with something new.

You gulp, “I meant-“

The hand placed on the small of your back tugs you closer and your chest presses up against his, your breath hitching before Gojo utters a low, “Satisfy me.”

Tension swirls around between the two of you but it’s so utterly thick and heavy that it’s almost suffocating. Has he always smelled this good? Been so… muscular? You could practically feel him through his clothes.

“…That’s unprofessional,” You soon whisper.

Gojo’s tipping his head closer to yours and his volume matches your quiet one, “As if you really care about professionalism after all those teasing ass questions.”

“Satoru, I told you-“

“Plus,” He cuts off, “You didn’t say no.”

“I-,” You chuckle nervously, “What?”

His shoulders rise into a shrug but he’s yet to move his hand from you, “I said to satisfy me and your response was that it’s unprofessional— not that you wouldn’t.”

“Because it's my job to make sure you’re satisfied but I know you were implying it differently than what's appropriate-“

“So why didn’t you say no?” Gojo interrupts yet again.

“Because… B-Because uh,” God, you were choking on your own words. Why the hell didn’t you say no? You normally do.

“Because… you want to, don’t you?” Gojo starts filling in the blanks for you.

Seems this isn’t normal in the slightest. Nothing about this session has been.

All you can do at this point is try to regain your composure, shaking your head at the taller man while your hand goes to his arm and you start pushing him off of you a bit.

It’s not much but, his grasp on you slips off of you and you take a subtle step to the side and turn your head away from him, “I could lose my job.”

Gojo resists laughing and grins, lifting a single brow, “Says who?”

You sigh and you go to step past him, toward the couch he’d previously been sitting on. To which his body turns as his gaze follows you while you speak, “It’s extremely inappropriate for a therapist to sleep with their patient-“

“Even if it helps me?” Gojo cuts off curiously.

You’re blurting things out too at this point, asking, “Fucking me is gonna help you?” Faster than you care to.

“Well.” His brows go up and he smirks, clicking his tongue, “When you put it like that, yes.” He says honestly, watching as you pause in trying to get away from him, “Fucking you would really help me out, actually.”

“How…” Your voice dies off and you shut your eyes, shaking your head before you look back to him over your shoulder, “No, we shouldn’t be-“

“But we want to,” Gojo suggests, closing the distance with a step toward you yet again.

Your voice is much softer and he can tell you’re considering his words, “I never said that.”

“You’ve been’ sayin’ it this entire session, baby,” He utters. A hand slips toward your arm, fingertip brushing downward until his fingers graze your wrist, and then your hand.

You look down at his touch, rejection fleeting from your heart, “No…”

“Yes…” Gojo argues, hand swiftly slipping into yours before he lifts it to his face and then kisses the back of your hand.

Your brows twist up softly and you peer up into his eyes, “Satoru-“

“Admit today was different,” He requests.

“Huh?”

“You felt it.”

Shaking your head in confusion, “Felt what?”

“This. Us.” He replies vaguely.

The warmth of his breath against the skin of your hand has you completely still where you stand, body declining all thoughts of moving. Your mouth opens and then closes at first while your brain scrambles for a response.

You shouldn’t have ever let it get this far, “I didn’t-“

“But you did,” Gojo argues, tipping his head to the side a little as the corner of his lips lifts into that smirk again.

“So what?” You whisper, swallowing, “What now, huh?”

His eyes linger over your expression, the way you’re giving into him, listening to him, considering him— it has his heart yearning for you, “We have two more hours of this session and I can’t leave until I’m satisfied,” Gojo reminds you, “You’re the only one who can give me that, sweetheart.”

You size up his face, looking at his lips, then back up to his eyes, only to repeat the motion a few times as your words slip from your mouth slowly, “So… How… How do you want me to-“

“Let me have you,” Gojo answered faster than he intended, inching closer to you.

Your throat runs dry, “I-“

“Let me show you how therapeutic I find you and not these four-hour sessions.”

“B-But what about my job-“

“If someone catches us and you get fired,” Gojo looks off to the side for a second before shrugging, “I’ll hire you for a more… unprofessional kinda therapy.”

You blink, “But, isn’t that what you want me to do now?”

“It is but,” He pulls you to him carefully, “That’s the fun of it all, no?”

Lulled closer, everything feels so light now— from your voice to your gaze on Gojo, everything feels oddly soft. “I guess.” You utter.

He releases your wrist and then goes to hold your waist, “Your door’s locked, isn’t it?”

“It is,” You nod, body tense with his fingers against you so tenderly.

“So then…” Gojo trails off for a second, almost as if the words were lagging with how long he’d been awaiting this very moment.

You tilt your head, “Then what? You’ve gotten this far with me, don’t make me change my mind-“

“Can I kiss you?” He’s so quick to breathe out his question at the slightest mention of your mind changing.

You smile and lean up closer to him, “Promise me something first.”

Gojo’s leaning down and his lips nearly brush over yours, “It’s promised.” He whispers hastily, the two of you are so stupidly close now.

“I-,” You chuckle, “Promise me this will help you,” You utter back and your breath is hitting his lips at this point.

“It’ll help me a lot more than you realize, sweetheart,” Gojo assures you.

You’ve listened to him enough times to know that he’s not lying in the slightest, logic behind it all aside. He wanted this, wanted you. And you… Well, you had no desire to protest against this anymore.

“Then yes…” You hum, stealing one last glance to his lips, “You can kiss-“ He’s pushing his mouth forward as the words fumble out your mouth and pressing his skin into yours, “Me,” You end up sighing that out into his mouth and he just hums against you.

He’s starved, really. Hands squeezing at your waist and brows twisting up at the mere feeling of your heavenly soft lips against his. Uttering some silent thank you into your mouth before his lips parted over yours and his tongue swiped over your lower lip, requesting entry to your mouth. Has he dreamt of this before? Is he dreaming now?

It was like you’d forgotten what it was to kiss someone, your body still lagging behind your thoughts as you took a second to pry your top and bottom lips apart for Gojo. Yet, once you finally do, his tongue is slipping in swiftly and you nearly whine against him.

Then he’s stepping forward with you and you’re stumbling back, your arms sliding up and around his neck as you kiss him back. At that, he groans into your mouth, pushing your body again while his hands tighten on you, fingers pressing into the fabric of your blouse.

The inside of your mouth is so utterly sweet, he can’t imagine prying his lips off of yours any time soon. Not when you’re allowing such soft sounds to leave the back of your throat, or when you’re struggling to keep up with his desperate kisses– Gojo’s pushing you back one last time before he even realizes and your backside is making contact with something soft.

Your couch, the one Gojo’s been sitting on, the one he’s always sitting on when he visits you. You’re laid out along the stretch of your couch before you’re gifted any time to react. And just after his lips barely disconnect from yours during the slight relocation, they’re pressing right back against you again, pushing your body into the soft cushions below.

His tongue is so wet and heated against yours, sliding further into your mouth with a low groan poured into your parted lips. Desperate, he was. Lapping up your soft moans, itching to invoke more, so so much more.

While he’s tranced in the dance of your tongue against his, your focus goes distant as Gojo’s body pushes in between your legs, your skirt bundling upward along your thighs before you let out a gasp and feel something hot and heavy brush against your cunt.

“Satoru,” You’re calling out his name without a second thought and he’s struggling to rip himself away from your mouth.

When he does, a wet smack enters the air and there’s a thick string of saliva hanging between his mouth and yours. Gojo’s breathless and his cheeks are hued with several shades of pink, his hips rolling down against yours without second thought. 

Then he’s tilting his head slightly, “Hm? What’s wrong, pretty girl?” He utters, voice almost rangled.

And he does it again, his clothed cock pushing down against you. Your jaw drops ever so slightly and there’s this breathy little moan leaving your lips, “Fuck,” You utter.

Gojo’s lips curl into a lazy smirk, “Moanin’ already, sweetheart?” He whispers in response before he’s inclining down to you once more. A soft kiss is pressed into the side of your lips, then over to your cheek, then your jawline, “I barely did anything yet…”

You wanted to say something but you were unsure of what. Lightly, Gojo continues his clothed thrusts against you while his lips work across your jawline. His mouth was so soft and wet against your skin, soft smacks after each peck flitting into the air.

Then, he stops grinding down against you and just presses his growing erection against your cunt. As Gojo does so, he tilts his head and angles his lips right below your jaw, sucking eagerly at your skin with his hands moving against your shirt.

He gives the fabric a little tug and whispers against you, “Can I get this off you?”

“Mhm,” You hum before your head tips back against the couch.

Gojo lifts his face from yours and he’s quick to start fumbling with your top before it’s lifting, exposing your bare skin to his greedy eyes within seconds. His thoughts from earlier proved to be right, the blouse was easy to get off of you.

And once it’s gone, tossed onto the nearby floor, you try to pull your body up slightly and rewrap your arms around his neck but Gojo’s grabbing your wrists and pinning them down above your head. After which, he drops his lips right back to your neck, searing warm kisses into your skin while he holds you down.

“Satoru,” You gape all breathless and slightly flustered, “I-“

“You’re so fuckin’ soft,” A groan pours out of his mouth as he speaks against you, tongue slipping out and swiping along your skin.

It’s all so hot— your entire body feels like it’s on fire every time his lips sink into your skin. Fuck, you think you were getting lightheaded from the constant sucks to your neck, the slip of his wet lips down your skin, his fingers squeezing onto your wrists to stop you from squirming too much, and the constant mash of his cock against your cunt.

He was teasing you and it was driving you crazy. On top of that, there was the way he whispered against you, hot breath all over your neck, “S’pretty like this,” By that point, Gojo had gotten your bra off of you and exposed your breasts to his gaze. “Fuckin’ gorgeous.”

And that’s roughly how you got to where you are now. Soaked and displayed like some slut for the man— here you were propped up slightly on your elbows as you watched Gojo go to town on your pussy.

It’s a blurry memory of how he snatched your skirt down your legs seconds after he received your permission. Yet a not-so-distant recollection of the way Gojo was patient to get to your cunt, kissing all over your inner thighs, moving a thumb to press in between your folds against your panties, feeling how wet you already were for him.

You recall the way he smiled up to you, his thumb rubbing so teasingly against your pantyclad cunt. Despite his patience, his lips parted before he even put them on you and the man was drooling at the mere sound of your cunt slick against your panties. 

After that, his kisses got closer to where you craved him but he was still taunting, kissing at the outskirts of your panties, moving to lay the flat of his tongue against your clothed pussy just to feel you twitch under him.

It wasn’t until you uttered a, “Satoru please.” That he lifted his head and began using his teeth to peel your panties off of you.

He slid them all the way down your legs using his mouth, making you shudder as he proceeded to take a sharp and profound inhale of your scent from the fabric— to which his brows went up and he moaned.

Gojo was one big pervert, really, but you don’t think you minded. Especially not when he finally brought his mouth to your cunt. 

A messy dribble of saliva was slipping from his lower lip before he’d even tasted you. His eyelids hung low and you could feel his hot breath brush over your pussy. Gojo was drooling so badly that with the first press of his lips to your folds, there was a wet mwah that could be heard at the contact.

Just as quickly as he kissed you, he swat his tongue over his lips and you swear you heard him whine once the taste of you hit his tongue. 

Right then and there— Gojo Satoru lost himself in your pussy, pushing forward tongue-first and nose-deep into you with a guttural and feral groan as his mouth cupped over you and his tongue worked to lap you up.

Sweet. Your cunt was so fucking sweet on his tongue. Gojo’s groaning and his eyes are rolling to the back of his skull once his mouth is latched onto you. You’d slipped off of your elbows and had shot a hand down to his white locks of hair, mindlessly tugging at it with how needy his tongue worked against you.

Gojo was a messy eater— always had been, but something about watching him slurp your juices into his mouth, peeling off of you just to shoot a fat glob of spit onto your pussy and smear it all over with his tongue seconds later had you moaning his name in minutes.

“This,” Gojo mumbles into your cunt, “This is therapy, baby.” He claims.

And you’re just trying not to close your legs on him at this point because once he starts speaking into your pussy, your situation only worsens. “‘T-Toru-“

“Look at her,” He breathes as he tugs himself less than an inch away from your cunt, watching the way you twitch for him to return his tongue to you, “Fuckin’ messy. All I did was kiss you, sweetheart,” Gojo’s whispering before he spit on your pussy again.

Your legs squirm a bit but his hands are placed firmly on your thighs, keeping you nice and open for himself. “H-Hahh… Satoru, please… just-“

His gaze flicks up to you, catching you with such an expression of pure need. His eyes are hungry on yours as he tips his head to the side, “Jus’ what?”

You gulp, “Make me cum.”

“Make-,” Gojo nearly chokes but he hides it with a slight laugh, “Make you cum? Baby, are y’gettin’ greedy on me?” The demand from you was a mix of unexpected and bold as hell coming from you— it had his cock throbbing against his pants.

With zero hesitation, you nod, “Mhm…”

A lazy smirk pulls across his saliva-coated lips, “It’s cute you think I’d jus’ allow that…” Gojo tells you whilst he slips one hand off of your thigh.

Your eyes shift to follow his hand, watching the way he tips his head further away from your cunt and his fingers creep closer to your leaking hole, “Satoru-“

“How ‘bout you beg me?” He cuts off, eying you watch him so intently and pulling his lower lip into his mouth.

You’re quick to send him a confused little look, “Huh?”

“Want me t’make you cum, right?” Gojo says to you in a low tone, narrowing his eyes at you. You nod and his fingertips ghost your wet folds, “Fuckin’ beg for it since you wanna be such a greedy lil’ slut.”

Your lips part and a breathy sigh escapes you, “…Please.” You voice out almost flatly.

You’re too quiet for his liking. How could you make such a demand of him only to get all shy on him seconds later? Gojo can’t understand it but it’s also kinda cute.

“Can’t hear you pretty, speak up,” He takes two fingers and presses them against your pussy lips before spreading them apart and glancing down at how much your arousal is seeping out of you.

“Please?” You utter a bit louder.

Gojo inches down, sticking his tongue out to torture you with a soft brush of his tongue over your clit, “Please what?”

“Please ‘Toru,” You’re so quick to correct yourself, chest rapidly rising and falling, eyes desperate, and tone whiney.

He pouts, mocking your expression, “Say pretty please.”

You let off a groan and your brows furrow, “Pretty please?”

“Hmm,” Gojo hums. He’s so fucking playful and it’s driving you insane. Especially when he shrugs and spits on your cunt once more, “How ‘bout we ask her?”

You gawk at him, “What?”

A steady smile breaks out across his face before all his attention is down on your sex, fingers shifting so he can keep you open but run his middle finger in between your folds, “This pretty pussy of yours. She’s had a lot t’say to me this far…”

The little rub of his finger against your dripping hole has your breath hitching, “Satoru-“

“Shhhh, I’m tryin’ t’listen to her,” Gojo cuts off with a scoff, “Don’t be rude.”

“Please, just-“

“Aht. Aht. You’ve begged enough, lemme hear this pussy beg f’me now,” His one finger is finally starting to sink deep into you, watching the way your cunt greedily swallows his lengthy digit up.

Gojo lets out some breathy little sound and you finally quiet yourself. His finger is slow against your walls, sliding in and out and in and out, watching the sheer coat of your honeyed taste gather along his skin.

“Fuck, hear that?” He whispers. Then he leans down and presses another kiss against your pussy, “Mh, yeahhh, that’s more like it,” Gojo grumbles as he slips a second finger into you, “Good girll.”

“T-Toru-,” Your back arches up off the couch as his fingers curl upward against your gummy walls, feeling the way you squeeze around him. Breathless, “Can- ah, can I-“

“Can you what? C’mon speak, sweetheart,” He rushes impatiently.

Fuck if he kept this whole teasing thing up for too long he was gonna cum in his pants from simply watching you struggle to talk to him.

His fingers increase in speed and he finally looks up at you while latching his lips onto your pussy again. This time his mouth’s full attention is on your puffy clit while his fingers— which were so slender and long, thrust deeper and deeper into your dripping cunt.

“H-Hnngh, hahh,” You gasp in between your breathy moans, hips lifting as best as they can to match the speed of his fingers only to get pushed back down by the hand still on your thigh, “Ah, Satoru, ‘Toru fuck-, ngh…” God, you were so much whiner than he expected you to be, “Wanna cum, ‘Toru.”

“Yeah?” Gojo whispers, lips slipping over your clit before he pulls away slightly, “My therapist wants t’cum on my fingers?” His words are pouring out so slowly and you realize he’s teasing you all over again, “Shit, that’s kinda inappropriate, baby.”

“Mgh,” You moan, his fingers working a steady pace in and out of your gushing cunt, “Fuck you.” You utter through slightly gritted teeth.

He smirks, “Heh, maybe in another session, princess. But today, m’pretty sure you want me t’fuck you.”

You can’t stand how cocky he is— or the way you got into this position for that matter but, how can you ponder on that when he’s curling his fingertips up into your g-spot, massaging your walls so skillfully.

“M-Mhm, mhm,” You’re nodding with a lewd little hum leaving your throat, “Ah… yeah.”

“Don’t worry, we’ll get to that in a sec’.” Gojo sends you a little wink and then kisses your pretty lil’ clit with a slight tip of his head “Need ya’ to give me somethin’ first tho’.”

His voice went a bit soft on you all of a sudden and it was making your stomach churn and your mind hazy, “H-Hm?” You hum.

Gojo swears you’re the most perfect thing to ever grace his presence— jaw slightly slack, eyes glossy, moan after moan of his name leaving your kiss-bitten lips, and pussy making the most obscene sounds every time he slides his fingers in you. Perfect, is the only word Gojo would ever use to describe you right now.

This is indeed his fantasy version of what therapy is supposed to be like when he’s got a therapist like you. This is how you relieve your client.

“Y’gotta cum f’me before y’get my cock, princess,” Gojo tells you. And fuck if you aren’t halfway there already, back arched up off of the couch, legs squirming, cunt a sloppy mess because of the rapid thrusts of his fingers, “Mhmmm, yeahh, there you go. You’re s’close baby, c’mon, give it t’me,” He utters softly, tongue slipping out to swirl around your clit, “Lay it on me.” 

Your brows are all twisted up and you can’t stop moving. Hell, at this point you’re moving your hand down to his hair and trying to push him away, “T-Toru, fuck… s’too much, ah,” You cry as your eyes meet his and you watch his pink tongue flick up and down over your clit, “Sa-, ah… Satoru, please,” You’re begging but, you don’t know what for at this point.

His tongue darts to the left of your clit, seering against you while saliva slides down the sides of his tongue. He’s so fucking messy and it’s driving you over the edge.

“Tha’s it, look,” Gojo coos, lifting slightly, “I got you,” He whispers gently despite his rough fingers attacking the depths of your pussy, “Uhuhh, m’right here. You wanted t’cum didn’t you?” He asks but all you can do is nod with a desperate little whine at this point. To which he tilts his head, “So come on then, cum f’me-, cum for ‘Toru, baby.”

And then you are. Gasping, sputtering-, lagging as he drags that orgasm out of you, “S-Shit-, I…” Your head tosses back and he continues to stroke you through it, “Mmgh, hahhh, ahh…”

“That’s my girlll, you look so fuckin’ pretty messin’ up my fingers like that.” Gojo praises and fuck if his every soft word overstimulates you like crazy, getting no better when he moves his mouth and slips his thumb up to your clit, rolling the pad of it around your sensitive bud.

“Fuck! Satoru, fuck-, f-fuck, okay… shit, please,” You whimper, legs spasming as he continues pleasing you with zero seconds for a break.

Gojo smiling innocently at you, watching your hand reach down to try and push his fingers away, “Too much?”

“Y-Yes, p-please…” You whine, voice light, “Wanna break-, jus… for a second-, mgh..”

“But I wanna see you cum againn,” He pleads with a fake lil’ pout on his face.

“T-Then put your cock inside me,” You say all in one breath.

And he’s not sure if his demeanor has ever changed faster, hand departing from your pussy whilst you lay there panting, his body lifting and fingers dropping to get his pants off. Shit, that got him so excited that he was fumbling with his belt buckle like some big dork.

You watch in silence as he struggles, starting to smile to yourself at the way he was standing slightly off of the couch just to tug his belt off and fling it as far as possible as if the item being on him any longer would kill him. The same goes for his pants moments later, fingers fiddling with his zipper, urging his clothing off of his body and to the floor.

By the time he’s about to pull his cock out, he feels your hand on his arm and he freezes. Turning his attention to you, he sees the way you’ve sat up and how you’re just smiling at him like the lil’ tease you are.

“M’not goin’ anywhere, y’know,” You murmur to him.

Gojo blinks. You’re… right. Why was he rushing? Oh, that’s right, because the tip of his cock has been sticking up his boxers from the moment he pressed his lips into yours. Hell, if he doesn’t hurry up and fuck you now, when else is he gonna get the chance?

So, almost ignoring your comment, Gojo’s maintaining hungry eye contact with you as he tugs his last layer of clothing off. He watches how your eyes drop but before you get to see his cock, there’s a hand at your jaw tipping your head upward and his body’s closer to you all over again.

He doesn’t even say anything anymore, hand sliding down to your neck and tugging you toward him as he presses forward, causing both of you to fall back against the couch once more. 

Then his lips are against yours and he’s groaning at how you slightly smile against him, “Let me be eager f’you,” Gojo says into your mouth, “I know you’re not goin’ anywhere but jus’ let me be greedy, yeah?”

And all you do is nod messily against him before he’s tonguing your mouth, wet cockhead brushing over your inner thigh before he starts adjusting himself.

Precum slicked all along your skin as he moved and you shuddered once his fat tip pressed against your folds. Gojo took his cock into his hand and lathered his tip with your wetness by dragging himself in between your cunt but never quite pushing in.

All as his lips remained over yours, drinking in your quiet little whines for more, the taste of your tongue again, and how every time he tried to pull his head back you’d tug him closer to you with the arms you’d managed around his neck.

Gojo was never the most patient man and he sure as hell wasn’t going to try becoming one now with his cockhead making out with your needy pussy. 

He tried to tease you some more but when you mumble a, “C’mon, fuck me,” Against him, every bit of restraint goes out the damn window.

Whatever slither of restraint Gojo had in his body vanishes as he presses his cock in between your warm folds, mouth falling open right over yours and a shaky little moan leaving the back of his throat.

From slow and gentle to bottoming you out, Gojo was thrusting the rest of his aching cock deep into your pussy within minutes. He let you adjust to him, eyes all over your face and watching for the slightest change in your expression.

But once you gave him this little needy nod, encouraging him to have his way with you fully…

——

You never would’ve imagined your office being filled by the sound of your moans. Cry after cry of Gojo’s name as he fucked every inch of his swollen cock all the way to the hilt of your cunt would pour from your lips.

He was above you panting, sweating, groaning against your mouth, whispering to you how good you were doing for him.

Uttering some sweet nonsense of, “Tha’s it baby, takin’ me so fuckin’ well,” In between his bullying thrusts.

Your legs quaked, along with the couch, as Gojo had a hand intertwined with yours and he lost himself in the feel of your needy lil’ cunt. You sucked him right back in every time he lulled back, whined out soft little harder’s and faster’s as if you could really handle that despite the literal tears running down your cheeks.

“Fuck-,” You gasp as his tip hits somewhere mushy, lips brushing over his as your wet lashes bat profoundly, “Mmgh, right there-, r-right-“

“There, baby?” Gojo angles himself so that he’s pounding right into where you need him, “Right there, huh?”

Nodding almost deliriously, you think your visions going a little hazy with every knock of his cockhead against that damn spot. Jaw dangling whilst your eyes roll back, “Mhm, oh fuck, yes.” 

Gojo tilts his head and his breath is warm against your face, “Feel me in there, hm?” 

He’s growing a little sloppy but fuck does it feel good— heavy balls thwaking against your ass every time he rolls his hips down into you, cock stretching your cunt open so fucking deliciously that even though he teasing he was still moaning and groaning.

“M-Mhm,” You’re humming in response to him.

Swearing it’s all you can manage at this point because Gojo’s just feral with the way he was pounding your body down into the couch. With every thrust into you, your body would dip, just to bounce up slightly and force your hips to meet his. His pace is damn there animalistic as if one moment of slowing down would make you disappear from his grasp.

“Stop that,” Gojo scolds, yet his voice is oddly gentle, “Talk t’me, pretty. Lemme hear your voice.”

Then come his eyes, beautiful and blue all over your teary ones, staring so intently into your soul as he fucks the air out of your lungs and forces you to speak, “T-Toru,” You gape in one short breath.

“Mhmm, c’mon…” He starts smiling as if to encourage you.

“Can feel you-, mmgh, mmh, s’deep,” Finally you get it out and you may have imagined it but you swear Gojo gets faster every time you open your mouth.

His cock twitches wildly inside you at the sound of that, “Yeah? Pussy keeps takin’ me deeper tha’s why, baby,” Gojo mumbles out, words slightly slurred together with the way your cunt keeps squeezing the life out of his shaft.

The most you can utter are small phrases but he swallows them up every time. “Feels good,” You moan as your nails scrape against his back.

“Mh? What feels good, sweetheart? Tell me.” He utters. God, he’s so desperate to hear you talk to him, as if this was his chance to be the one asking all the questions instead of you.

Panting, “You,” Your answer is weakly said but it makes him bite down on his lip, “Your cock-, fuck!” You’re gasping when your words make him snap his hips down harsher.

Gojo moves his lips to your ear, grunting heavily against the crown of it, “Shit, say that again.”

“Said’ your cock feels good, ‘Toru,” Mainly said in one breath but neither of you care at this point.

He lets out a little hiss before he speaks and you don’t know if you imagine it but you swear you hear him whine. “Uhuh, bet it does,” Gojo moans, “Y’re droolin’ all over the damn place.”

Then he’s shifting, slipping a hand down just to swat his thumb around in circles over your not-so-forgotten clit, base smacking against your puffy folds and ripping moans from your mouth as you get closer and closer, “Ah, ah, hahh… fuck-, Satoru.”

“Gonna cum f’me, pretty?” He whispers into your ear.

“Yes,” You could feel it building up right there and Gojo’s constant need to maintain conversation with you was making it worse.

He scoffs and eases his body off of yours just a little so that he could land a light lil’ smack against your clit, “Yes what?”

You moan at that, “Yes ‘Toru,” Quick to correct yourself before he’s smiling all proudly.

“Again,” Gojo growls, voice dipping lower and lacing with this deep and desirable need for you.

That elicits a whimper from your throat, “Yes Satoru.”

“Good girl,” He’s moaning again, pressing his weight down into you, fucking his cock deeper with these mindless thrusts, drawing indescribable shapes over your clit, “Such a good fuckin’ girl f’me, sayin’ my name all pretty like that.” He praises.

“‘Toruu,” Your legs were starting to cramp up and you didn’t think you could take it much more. Your orgasm felt like it was about to crash over you and your eyes were backing into your skull once more, “H-Hnngh, oh my-, fu-uck…”

“C’mon, cum on my cock. Show me how good m’makin’ this pussy feel,” He gasps, leaning all the way up just to shoot a slip of spit down near his thumb so it’s all the more slippery and sloppy.

“Satoru, m’cummin’-, fuck, fuuck,” Your entire body is thrashing all over the damn place as if you’re trying to escape the pleasure but Gojo doesn’t let up on you for a second.

Instead, he’s cooing, “I know, I know,” There’s practically hearts in his eyes as you turn your head to the side to avoid looking at him while he ruts his dick in deeper and deeper, “Eyes right here baby,” Gojo whispers and fuck if the way you turn to meet his eyes as best as you can doesn’t have him seconds away from emptying himself into you, “There she iss,” You’re cumming right then and there, “Look s’pretty all fucked out, sweetheart.”

“Mmgh,” Is all you could moan wearily while your high washes over you blissfully. You think you’re still seeking white sparks of pleasure in your eyes but that may have just been Gojo.

Because then his face is right over yours all over again and he’s yet to slow down, “Say thank you ‘Toru,” He instructs.

The sound that exists you is something between a giggle and a moan but both of you are too fucked out to care, “T-Thank you ‘Toru.”

“Good girl,” Every time he says those two words you think you get closer and closer to losing your sanity, “My good girl,” Gojo groans.

“Uhuh,” You simply nod, cunt squelching obscenely around his throbbing cock.

“Best therapist I could ask for, y’know,” The man teases, whispering right up against you, “Pussy’s the most therapeutic thing I’ve ever experienced.”

“Fuck-,” You almost laugh, “S-Shut up.”

He giggles, “M’serious, fuuuck,” Gojo drawls out, eyes flickering for a moment, “S’gonna make me cum.”

You’re whispering without second thought, legs tightening around his waist as if to keep him rutting deep into you, “C’mon.”

His jaw drops and he whines, “What?”

One sharp breath was all you needed to utter, “Cum inside me, ‘Toru.”

And he thinks he was already doing so halfway through you uttering that second word there but who cares? Because then he’s fucking his cum deeper into you, hearing the creamy slick of his cock slide in and out of your pussy, moaning like he doesn’t give a damn about who hears him, and groaning out your name.

But maybe, just maybe Gojo should’ve been concerned with how loud he was. Or perhaps both of you should’ve been concerned because neither of you had paid attention to the time… so neither of you noticed that your session had long since ended.

That’s not a bad thing though, right? Well, it wouldn’t be if your next client hadn’t been outside of your office door. Standing there with his brows raised and a painful boner in his gray sweatpants— the last thing Toji Fushiguro expected to hear today was his sexy therapist getting dicked down by one of her clients…

wc for this was 11.8k btw (…I just miss Gojo, bear with me. Sorry for any errors btw)

He was ready to ruin you. 

And that really doesn’t help because it only makes you arch your back with a carnal craving for more, more, more. Clenching-

“Fuh-fuck.” He’s spitting between clenched canines, nose crinkling with something that sounded like a growl before Toji’s teeth sink deeply into the junction at your neck. He’s muffling out his gravelly lil’ whimper at the way your walls were tuggin’ him even deeper inside. 

Repeating to himself- his head was spinning. “Just- just the fuckin’ tip- ngh- s’all you get. Just the tip-”

Jittery legs wrapping around his slender hips, you dig your heels into the base of his spine to hold him hostage. “But I want more than jus’ the tip—”

Gasping, “Oh. Yer killing me, doll-” With a hiss, he’s shoving two bulbous ends of his fingers past your drooling maw to shut you up. And then stuffing your other pair of lips with just a few more solid inches of his ravaging cock, so big.

So thick that the pure circumference makes you want to scream. His fat, strawberry-colored crown wedging sloppily against one of your sweetest spots, “K-killing me- fucking killin’ me-” 

Cockdrunken smile on your face, you’re bowing upwards with your lewd pussy to let his veiny shaft pry your walls apart even deeper-

And that makes something inside of him burst. “N-no–”

CRACK!

Toji’s slamming his open palm down on your wooden headboard enough to make it splinter - dark brows furrowed in restraint, temple beading with sweat, he digs his capped knees into the mattress and drills out a solid, feral thrust. 

“Oh god-” A mistake. Because just one taste of your hot, saccharine pussy and he’s shuddering viscerally, beefy biceps flexing above you as Toji holds onto the bedframe for dear life and attempts to pull back. “No- no no I-”

Toji snakes his other calloused hand down like he means to guide his bulky hilt back- before thinking better of it and giving your saturated cunt a good spank. Gruffly grouching out, “Any deeper and I won’t be able ta- haaah- pull out.”

As if to prove what he’s babbling out, Toji’s rolling his v-line back expertly. And your cunt’s rubbed all raw with the ravenous drag of his hips, the way his dark happy trail was massaging your clit.

It’s just so mean- but if you asked him, he’d have prattled out that you were being meaner with your sopping wet pussy. The way you have the audacity to pout as he’s shallowly driving his fleshy tip inside you, swiping teasingly down your outer cunt with his vein-covered underside. 

Gritting his teeth, shuddering, trying for all the world not to let a voice crack seep into his meaningful words, “Any deeper and yer getting pregnant, mama.”

“N-nghhh fuck—” You’re swervin’ your hips restlessly at each clammy slap after slap of his swole pelvis. The way he was just so lengthy, he’s easily probing a good bruise into each of your favorite spots and you can feel your poor body twitch- “Maybe I don’t mind.”

“Easy. E-easy there, girl. No talkin’ out of that ngh- pretty pussy, m’kay?” Toji’s trying to curl his scarred lips up into something that looks like his usual sleazy smirk but you can see through your bleary pupils just how much his maw quivers.

The buttony curve of his thumb glissades down your wet slit, “You just hafta take it-” Breathless, he’s stuffin’ you like a madman with just his bulging tip. Swabbing your pussylips so-very-open, “Hafta take- take it all.”

Oh.

And the big, bad Toji Fushiguro almost falters - almost gasps. That pussydrunk little slip-up making his weepy cock jolt in interest, n’ he’s seeing that hungry look in your eyes and oh-

Sputtering, the repeated thrashes of his length only grow harder as if to fuck the prior few seconds right out of you. A tendon in his neck popping at the swirling circles he was pounding your eyes into, “I mean- fuck…I meant take all of my tip, doll, don’t-”

“Mhm…” You’re batting your lashes in subtle victory, a primal shrill ripping from your throat at the way Toji then plunges his slick-glazed fingers out of your mouth. “All of it?”

Rovering straightly down to push on the puffy cylindrical outline of his cock rummaging inside of you, “Sh-shut up.” Resting his weight just on your hips to let his bawling tip pinpoint your g-spot, feeling you squeeze-squeeze-squeeze. And fuck- he presses down on that tummy bulge, already knowing he was in trouble. “This…this is still just the hah- tip.”

“It is?”

Thumbing apart your puffy lips, smearin’ them with a lecherous sluuurp. Toji can’t stop the drawling groan that escapes his mouth as he watches your bawling hole take in even more of him.

“Fuck yeah, just the tip. Just- just four…” And then he’s swiping across your treacly cunt so that he can shove his thick thumb in, fingering your elastic entrance enough to slurp up more of his plumpened cock. “No- five inches past the tip.”

You’re thrashing your limp body, “P-please-” His size felt simply heavy between your sheeny thighs, reaching a hand of yours up. “Hck! Toji, oh my god you’re-”

Oh, before you know it, before you can even register, he’s lugging up his rude right knee to pin down your wrist onto the dampened mattress. Pulling you to him- “Don’t you fucking-” Hard. “-run now.”

And you can hardly even flinch when Toji’s got you manhandled into such a pliant position, throwing your legs on top of his shoulders to bend doooown as the cherry on top.

A mating press. 

A mating press that renders your brain stupidly mushy, a throaty hiccup leaving your mouth when you swear you’re feeling the dull thud! of his red, split-ended tip scrape all the way to your cervix. His heavy balls meeting the target of your pussy with a stinging smack, Toji finds himself grinning. 

Fuck- he doesn’t even know how he got here.

Your rickety headboard already shattered, meaty thighs twitching against yours, cock buried balls-deep. 

And now Toji’s no longer holding himself back, drawing out a cute lil’ cross on the area just above your womb. Just where his thick, heated cock was throbbing as he’s bottomed-out and still rutting himself deeper and deeper. 

“X marks the spot now, mama.”

♡ NANAMI KENTO - The overstimulator

“Fuck- ngh, fuuuuck, Kento.” Your body thrashes where Nanami’s fucking his thick, lengthy fingers into your core. 

Swabbing straight down the textured insides of your pussy, he’s nudgin’ your g-spot with his cold, cold wedding ring just to hear your cute moans pitch even higher. Panting, “You’ve got this- haaah- you’ve got it. Cum f’me, my love.”

And you can only babble out a few broken sobs in response, bucking through your nth high of the night and feeling your pussy still ache for his cock.

It’d been a few hours since your husband had come back from a long day at work - stern, rugged. And times like this, you knew it meant that he’d had a stressful day, times like this it meant you were casually slithering your hands to caress the fat, throbbing length between his sculpted legs. 

Mumbling out needily, “Want- hck! want this, Kento.”

And he’s gasping, he’s heady. 

Rubbing vertically down the line of your slit with his geysering tip, so wet that it’s letting off such a loud squelch. “But what if I’m too…” Rough. After all, he did have such a looong day today.

“Please?”

The thin lines of his lips part, “Oh, how can I ever say ‘no’ to my wife?” Pecking you softly near your temple, but the way that Nanami’s tannish-red crown twitches where it lay across your thighs told you a wholly different story.

Flipping you over to ride him, he’s easily letting gravity sink in the nub of his cockhead just past your folds, feeling his exerted breath hitch at the way your sappy walls were clenching. “Come on-” Muttering, you blink your hazy vision down just in time for him to hold up a strong, veiny forearm for you. “Come on come on- bite on it, darlin’ let me-”

Fit.

Even if it was just the tip, it was such a tight fit - and Nanami’s fingerpads drift down to your waist to squeeeeze. Bruising. Ravaging.

The only thing you can do is muffle your whimpers into the heated skin of his arm and take it. 

He’s fucking himself into you with a strangled moan, in short, rapid half-thrusts like he’s torturously holding himself back. “J-just a bit more-” The fatness of his tip squeezes past your hole with a wet plop! and he hisses, “There…there we go.”

The circumference of his girth lodges between the first ring of your entrance and makes you keen—“N-ngh- You can put in some more.” 

And Nanami groans like he’s geering up for a thorough thrust - before hunching his heavy body over and waiting. And letting the slippery globe of his cockhead slide-slide-slide across the roof of your pussy, “Do you…know what that would hah-” His cock throbs. “-mean, darling?”

Tantalizingly, you’re wriggling your pretty waist further down, trying to get his glazing tip to scope your deepest innards. “Please, Kento?”

“Fuh-fine…”

“Oh?”

“Fine- Why don’t we ask hah- her first, my love…” And you swear you’re seeing his lips flap away a thin line of drool, swivelling his blond head up to face your glistening pussy. Lovingly, Nanami glissades his damp thumb down your slope and coos—“How about it- think you can take-” Another coo, another rut- “-it all?”

“Fuh-fuck! Yes-”

But it’s not you he’s answering to - it’s the lecherous, loud slurp that emanates straight from your cunt. 

Nose crinkling in amusement, “Don’t talk to me in ngh- that tone. S’gonna make me want to…”

And you don’t have to beg for the tail end of that sentence - because Nanami’s planting his feet firmly flat on the surface of your bed and giving you a solid drilling. 

“Fuck.” Lengthy shaft grazing your insides, Nanami feels the way your gushing pussy clamps down on him and it’s enough to make him shudder. To make him furrow his brows, breath evaporating, tensing his core- “To…more…” Deep baritone now so airy that you can barely even make out what he’s prattling-

“Yes-” Your head spins at the complete n’ utter stretch of having him sensually probe your cunt open, hips turning in a lewd figure-eight. “Yes yes yes yes- just like that-”

“If you want it all then you fucking beg for it.”

Was this really your gentle, endearing husband? 

You can’t even fathom the sensual man that’s clinging onto a good chunk of your left ass cheek, using his practised strength to tug you right down onto his cock.

To take control after each spank of his hips- “Better learn how to ask n-nicely-” He’s spitting at your cunt now, tone reaching octaves higher. Shattering. “Couldn’t stop thinking about this pussy all fucking day and- ngh! and I tried to be nice. Tried to make it easy, my love, but you make me sooo…”

“S-so wh- fuck!”

You’re cut off with a sudden, slamming crash of his v-line against your thighs- so sudden, so rough that it makes him gasp, too. 

Eyeing the way he’d left his own clammy skin all red and raw with friction, the way the melty insides of your pussy felt bruised all ‘round his size. “Fuck- didn’t mean to-” And he’s motioning himself to pull out, but the only thing he’s doing is sloppily draaagging his cock down the lining of your pussy and making himself buck.

Battling against his senses. 

Pounding up and up and up-

“W-wasn’t supposed to go in this deep- oh-” Groaning at the sight of your slick-glazed folds slipping n’ sliding down his pulsating length. “Was supposed to be just- just the tip-” Nanami pushes his foggy glasses further up his handsome nose bridge for a much better look. Scrambling, “Was supposed to hold back and…”

At his trailing off, you’re forcing your voice out evenly. Gripping purchase onto his broad shoulders, “Are you okay, Ken–?”

“Of course, my love, I’m fine- I’m-” And yet, the only thing he can do is let his mouth hang filthily ajar as he perks his hips off the mattress to give your cunt one good pummel. 

All the way from tip to base this time. Until he’s buried oh-so-deeply inside of your wet pussy that it’s making you drool, that it’s making you whine, making the back of your throat sting with sobs at the sheer raw stretch. 

And he groans, “M’soooo not fucking okay, my love.” Molted gaze dead locked on you- “And you won’t be either after this.”

♡ GETO SUGURU - The mean.

The silver, studded circle of Geto’s tongue piercing draaaags sloppily down your cheek. Lapping up every salty bead of tears you were cryin’ out, “Why- please. Want more, Suguru—”

“More?” His raven lashes flutter in faux shock, and it’s so-very-agonizing once he’s tugging his teasing cock out of your hole even further. 

Just enough that he’s stirrin’ your entrance with the line of his slit, pumping in a lazy back and forth. “You want more here, gorgeous?” He’s panting, licking up the glittering ribbons of saliva that fall out of you with each scrape across the roof of your pussy. “Or here? Orrr—” Each lecherous motion. Making such a big show of twisting his free thumb down to press on your clit, “-here?”

“N-nooo–” Mewling, your mouth drops into the cutest pout as you’re bucking your hips up. Trying to close your trembly legs over his muscular hips, “I want you here.”

“Where?”

You’re damn near sobbing, “Here- oh, fuck!”

“Oh no, I lost track-” The rosy fringes of his mouth quirk up into such a mean smile- and before you know it, Geto’s pushing you into a pliable mating press n’ fucking you with just the pretty, red-hot crown of his tip.

Over and over. 

Grabbing onto your tits with one hand, pinning your hips down with the other. Grumbling, “Seems this ngh- cute cunt had me a little…distracted, gorgeous. Where? Say that alllll over again where you want me?”

You feel your ragged throat rip out with a desperate cry - a plea. 

His steaming hot cock was only twitching with each cockdrunken blabber you could let out. Rovering your insides with direct hits just below where your sweet spots were, Geto leaves you wanting more without even trying.

And the only thing you can do is tug on his broad shoulders with the heels of your feet, just begging for him to go deeper than just drilling into you with his thick, mushroomy tip.

“Hm? ‘Thick’, is it?” Fuck- only too-late are you realizing that you’ve babbled that out loud. Driven crazy by the mouth-watering gyration of his cockhead burrowing between your folds. Stirrin’ you all over. 

Geto leans over until his inky hair forms a curtain around you two, mouth prattling away with the smuggest smirk permanently plastered across his maw. “If it’s soooo thick I wonder how you’re gonna- hah- take it then.” 

“I-I will-”

“Not you, gorgeous.” He wasn’t even talking to you. He’s talking to your puffy, pert pussy - letting your cunt paint such a mess of slick drivelling all over his length. “Wonder if she would- hah- fit- let me see-” Making an even bigger mess just by snaking down one hand to smear open your folds with his ringed fingers. “Open up wide, say ‘ah’—”

Almost on cue, your oversaturated cunt lets out the most filthy squeeelch by the time he’s fitting in his lengthy middle finger, the chilling band of his ring pushin’ deftly against your walls. 

“Hmpf- tha’s more than an ‘ah’.” Geto titters from above you, and the way he’s stroking your elastic entrance open is just so mean. Deliberately scouring for where his plummy tip was hitting you in hard strikes, swabbing you into each n’ every spot to open you wiiiide open for his cock.

“Sh-shit-” You’re gasping, eyesight shattering with a few more of your pearly tears. “You’re actually going past the- ngh- tip, Sugu?”

Gruffly, “Wan’ me to pull out, gorgeous–?”

“N-no!”

“Thought it was about time to reward my hah- good girl.” He’s spitting out smoothly - but you can feel the way that Geto’s heavy cock was flinching with each rovering inch you’re swallowing up.

The way his high cheekbones flushed with a stain of rouge, the way he’s gritting his ivory white teeth and rutting. Like he can’t even hold himself back the way he wanted to. 

Like he can’t stop himself from gluing a thigh to the side of your hips and lifting his weight to push down on top of yours.

To pin you down. To make sure that his prolonged, throbbing length reaches spots oh-so-deep. Geto’s plunging the weepy divot of his shaft straight into your g-spot and there’s nothing you can do about it but sing out a few whines–“There- there- s’what you were begging for, right?”

And he’s doing this because your needy pussy had been asking for it. He’s doing this because of you - and not because of the way his cock ached every split-second he wasn’t inside you. 

No- definitely not because he’s shuddering. Panting. 

Dampened voice almost breaking with a whimper once your gooey wet walls clamp down ‘round him, “Riiight?” He drawls out, sounding almost maddened, way past ‘just the tip’ right now. 

“Y-yes- ngh, yes.” You hiccup out after every slash of his swabbing cockhead splitting your insides, he was just so long that the rigid length of his cock damn near reaches your lungs. Tugging him close with a hand on Geto’s firm chest. “B-but I want…”

“What?”

You blink your teary lashes up at him in a way that’s devastating, “Want it inside inside, too, Sugu.”

Oh.

Oh.

Inside inside - you wanted him to stuff you so full your poor hole couldn’t even remember what it felt like without him dripping out of you. 

You were going to be the fucking death of him. Geto could feel it.

Geto knew it - ‘just’ the tip his ass - he’s hunching over your restless body with an animalistic growl. Bottomed-out so deeply that the nub of his shaft digs into your cervix, his balls thwacking against your cunt, pre pouring out in a froth.

So hot n’ wet- it’s making his amethyst irises flash with the carnal desire for your sopping wet pussy to be filled up with something else. 

“Oh.” Pumping his ringed index inside with a wettened noise, Geto fills the corners of his lips twitch in sensual amusement as he watches the glaze drip off of him. Snaking it up to lick off every ounce of your beaded sheen of slick, “Say ‘ah’ then, gorgeous.”

♡ CHOSO KAMO - “P-pussydrunk-”

It’s the first thing that’s slipping out of Choso’s mouth the very second he finds his red, bulging tip poking through your puffy pussylips. 

Dark chocolate eyes flashing with a thin sheen of tears, “I-I’m so pussydrunk-” He’s admitting to you out loud, head throwing backwards once he’s softly bucking his toned hips back n’ forth. “How am I- nghhh- pussydrunk already, baby?”

“Mm– I dunno, Cho.” A rhetorical question, but you’re answering anyway - mainly because the mere sound of your voice is enough to make your boyfriend’s aching cock twitch deliciously inside of you. “S’just the tip, too, right?”

Panting breathlessly, “Yeah- yeah, just the…”

“Tip—?”

“Fuck! But just don’t say it like that-” Keening out in a ragged voice that makes him sound devastated. Ruined. “It makes it so, so hard to keep my hah- promise.”

Ah, yes - the promise that it would be just the tip.

You’d already found it so cute when he’d admitted that for his first time, all the way up to the tip was the only thing that he’d be able to handle. And you were more than happy to let Choso’s blushin’ cockhead shyly scrape past your hole, just tasting the saccharine feeling of your pussy. 

But right now he was thumping his hips up into yours like he was anything but shy.

Like he was trying to mold himself to the rubbery texture of your sweet, sweet cunt. Over n’ over n’ over in stirring motions that slip his crowned shaft further past your fluttering entrance. 

You’re gasping out a few slurring slews of swears at the fleshy rub of his flared ridge, scouring in easily even deeper- “Cho! Baby, what happened to just the tip?”

“O-oh right.” Dark brows furrowing in concentration, he pokes his tongue between his teeth and tries to get his hips back into his steady, rhythmic cadence. Back to “just” the tip bein’ swallowed up by you whole- “There. There, is that-”

And it was just as he promised - for all of six strokes before Choso’s plumped tip finds itself wedging back down your walls. “Choso.”

“S’not my ngh- fault, baby.” He’s whining out, grabbing onto one side of your ass cheeks to pin you close to him. And Choso was just so inhumanly strong that he was treatin’ you like his own personal doll, “Not when you say my name like that…”

Meaningfully, the apples of Choso’s cheeks scorch with a bright blush. Continuing to whisper out like his life depended on it, “And not when you’re just so, so preeetty.” Arching his slender hips in a slooow, aching swivel to reach a spot deepest inside of you, he’s feeling the way your gushing walls clench and it’s making his mahogany irises well up with tears. “A-and when you’re this- ngh- wet-”

“Are you blaming me, Cho?” You’re teasing- only to have your big, strong boyfriend whimper. 

“No-” And the precise moment your hips buck into his, he’s grabbing ahold of you - clawing down the sides of your restless body, crushing your front to his washboard abs. “No no no-” 

Choso’s stopping your non-existent escape in an instant, pulling you back with an uncharacteristically mean hand at your throat. Just so pretty when he’s needy like this - temple trailing with a thin line of sweat, vision narrowed at you, rosy mouth babbling. “Never blaming you- never- fuck- I actually-” The tips of his ears flame oh-so-red, “-like it…wet.”

“O-oh.”

And he’s fucking into you like an animal - like he can’t even remember that pretty pink line of his tip he was supposed to stop at. 

Honestly- if you asked Choso right now, his fuzzy mind genuinely wouldn’t have been able to remember.

“M’going in past the tip.” Your boyfriend puffs out, eyes widening cutely once his stupidly melted brain realizes. “I’m going in past it- ngh- a-actually reaching your pretty womb, baby—”

The only thing on his mind right now being the way your squelching cunt kissed his tender cock, the way he’s able to pry apart your walls and glue his bawling crown somewhere near the back of your cunt. “Y-you feel this, baby?”

And you don’t know whether he means the squeeze of his ringed fingers claiming your throat, or the feeling of his damn cock. “What do you—”

Or the way he nuzzles his tight, aching balls up against your sheeny inner-thighs, “Feel how badly I want you-” Strangling out a few moans, Choso thwacks his ridged cockhead against your g-spot and watches you squirm. “How hard I am, ngh-” And watches your velvety walls gush out in pearly beads of slick to surround his hilt, to make it easier for him to hike up a thigh and push himself even more, more, more. “How deep m’stuck inside? You hafta take hah- responsibility, okay?”

“R-responsibility?”

And Choso’s just so pussydrunk that he’s slobbering all down into the crook of your neck, manhandling your knees up until they’re striking your tits.

Ears oh-so-popped that he’s barely even registering your question - only the deep, dull thud! of his plump mushroom tip being lodged into the base of your cunt And then Choso sees white-

“Oh, s’dripping out of you.” He’s muttering to himself, all that dripping hot mess of his cum. Cumming - just from bottoming out. Line of sight sparking with ivory-hot pleasure, Choso’s voice shatters. “O-oh, m’cumming inside. Really, really inside?”

As if to make sure, you can only watch in sinful awe once he’s scooping up a generous layer of the frothy sap covering your cunt. Seemingly about to stuff his seed back in- before thinking better of it and thumbing out a swoopy ‘C’ between your swollen folds. 

He’s tittering to himself as the creamy layer smears across and perfectly outlines his initial. 

You can’t help but gasp, boneless thighs quaking with each splattering wad of cum that knotted up your insides. “‘C’? What does…” 

Oh, but it wasn’t just a ‘C.’

With a dopey grin, Choso draws out a lingering ‘H’ then an ‘O’, ‘S’- before firmly pushin’ down on the button of your clit as he finishes off the final ‘O.’

“S’mine now, baby. And m’fuh-fucking pussydrunk.” There’s something so dark seeping into his tone that makes goosebumps skitter across your spent body. 

And Choso Kamo stares at you dead-on, mouth salivating with each speckle of cum he feels spill out of you until he looked feral. Looked ruined once his hips are pulling back for a mean thrust, “So don’t blame me for whatever happens.”

♡ RYOMEN SUKUNA - The biiig stretch(es)

All three realms would quake the day that Ryomen Sukuna was caught off-guard by something - anything. As if there was a single person in existence that could- oh, fuck, he can feel his hands tremble where they’re sliding down the insides of your sheeny thighs.

Laying you out across his chiselled front in a full nelson, it felt like the room itself was spinning.

And the way you’re grindin’ yourself back down cutely onto his matching, bulbous tips makes the king bite back a gruff snicker. “Aww, look at those pretty human thighs shaking so much. Heh- think yer gonna swallow me whole before ya even know it.”

You’re whimpering, feeling the points of his dark black nails dig against the flesh of your legs. He’s stuffed you so full that it takes you a second to catch your breath from the sheer stretch, “I- I can-”

THWACK!

The only thing you’re getting is the mean swat of one of his hands slamming down onto your teary slope. Sukuna’s voice booming, “Nooo ya fucking can’t. You’re getting just the tips tonight, mama.”

“B-but Kuna-”

“B-b-but-” Another spank, and another teasing glide of his veiny lengths. Just enough past his swabbing cockheads to give you a mere taste of his veiny shafts, but not enough to satiate your drivelling, needy core. 

There was something so addictive about the way that Sukuna could doubly pry your walls open, and the idea of his thick veins massaging your insides made your mouth water. 

Something his multiple crimson eyes takes lecherous note of, a brow raising priggishly. “See?” And you don’t know what he even meant until a second of Sukuna’s clammy palms knocks your ajar mouth closed, holding back the slippery wads of spit from escaping. “Tch- can’t even keep spit inside- how are ya gonna take both my cocks, brat?”

“I can.” Perking your back into a perfect curve, Sukuna himself has to bite back a groooan once he’s bucking up into you. The mouth on his stomach salivating at the way your ass cheeks jiggle against his pelvis-

Deeper.

“Wan’ more-”

“You think you deserve more?”

And it’s not that he thinks you can’t handle it - well, maybe he didn’t want to split your poor pussy open so early in the night - but it was just so fun teasing you. 

To watch the way your hazy eyes fluttered with tears, mouth falling into a cutesy pout. “But I want it…”

So irresistible that Sukuna can’t help but lurch his monstrous head over and plant a wad of spit straight between your kiss-swollen lips. “There.” Then finally your cunt. “There. See if you can keep that inside, mama.”

And before you can complain, he’s pumping out every remaining gust of air left in your lungs with a loooong drag of his twin cocks. Just once. Before meanly keeping it there, letting the fat circumferences of his tips throb-throb-throb against your cervix. “Happy—?”

With a stubborn mewl, you’re trekking your hands up to clasp onto his tattooed thighs below you. Nails digging into his clammy flesh as you’re trying to bounce your exerted hips backwards- “More.”

“Spoiled brat.”

And if this was anyone else - for anything else - the king would have made a fresh example for all to see what happens when one doesn’t follow his orders. 

But this was you. And the more you’re trying to suck his solid, swollen inches up, the more he’s feeling a restless sort of instinct take over him. The more he’s feeling…feral. 

Pre spurting out enough to drench your weepy slope, “Fine. Fuck.” One of his hands wraps around your throat, the other latches onto one side of your hips. Two more spread your trembly thighs widely agape- and before you can register a thing, before you can even breathe, Sukuna has his bulging cocks sinking inside your hole in one, fluid motion. “Fine.”

Hard. 

Rough.

Repeatedly. 

It’s so much. Enough to make you throw your lolling head back into his collarbones and squeal as you cum- mouth blabbing constantly, “I’m cumming- c-cumming? Ngh- Kuna-”

“Don’t even know when you’re cumming.” He’s rolling his eyes. All the while you’re just bucking and whining at the peaks of your high. “Training first…h-heh. Can’t blame me fer biiig stretch when ya asked for it- can you even say it? ‘Biiig stretch?’” 

“B-big–” You’re seeing an utter white flash behind your closed eyelids, thighs twitching each time the lines of his veins aligned with your g-spot. “Big- nghhh stretch-”

“Hm, close enough, heh.”

Slow. Agonizing.

If you wanted more than just his tips, then you were going to get it. 

But at his pace first - one that left your eyes pathetically criss-crossing with each lazy intrusion. That left your waist squirming for more, and Sukuna’s teeth gritting with the utter sensation of your velvety walls tuggin’ down on him.

Trying to milk him dry-

“M-milk you–?” You’re blinking up at him with those pretty, pretty eyes, and he swears he can feel your saccharinely wet pussy only grow wetter at those words slipping out. 

So gone on the feeling of your cunt that he didn’t realize they were slipping out. Sukuna’s eyes widen, breath hitched n’ raw—“Well…”

If anyone else could see the soundless, almost shy Ryomen Sukuna right now then they’d simply drop into a faint. 

Because you swear the pointed tips of his ears were slowly staining red, the slimy edges of his second mouth sleazily grinning behind you. Rovering the tip of his massive tongue down to glissade down your slit. 

And somewhere near the base of your treacly cunt, the curve of his heavy balls twitch-

Sukuna’s picking up the speed of his vulgar strokes, just so your fuzzy mind won’t hear the crack in his deep baritone. “If ya don’t milk me dry then m’banishing you, mama.”

♡ INO TAKUMA - The ruined

“F-fuck- mmm, Taku-”

“What was that?” The breathy tone of Ino’s voice fans across your features - right where he’s keeping his forehead plastered to yours, lips pulled back into a feral grin. Voice octaves higher- “What was thaaat?”

And he’s rubbin’ the roughened end of one thumb between your pussy folds, trying to get you to let off those pretty noises once more.

But fuck- 

Fuck. 

The only thing he’s managing to do is make you throw your head back and clench your sloppy cunt ‘round his pinkish girth. “Fuck- oh.” The dewy wet walls of your channel are squeezing him so tight that he’s the one who whimpers out in need—“F-feels so good.”

Rovering the globular crown of his shaft to knock against your pussy repeatedly, Ino swipes a buttery line of pre down the sides of your walls and moans once he feels you overspilling with slick.

The measurement of his puffy length so long that your folds struggle to take him all in, “Awww, sweetness, look at you.” Grinning, “Look so pretty takin’ just my hah- tip.”

He squeezes the pulpy top of your clit, tawny bangs falling over those greedy eyes of his. He’s locked his dilated pupils on you, and the way that Ino was pounding you into the mattress was restless.

Short, jerky thrusts of his hips - he’s so messy with it, just barely teasing your hole with the fatness of his girth on one stroke, pushing all the way past his tip in the next-

“Just the tip, remember?” Huffing out a slight cloud of laughter at the crestfallen look on his face, you’re echoing his own words from just before. 

And Ino feels his cock twitch animalistically inside of you at the mention of those very words, “F-fine.” Grumbling, as if he wasn’t the one that decided he wanted to agonize your poor pussy tonight. With aching, shallow strokes that rub the flare of his ridge against your hole. “Just the tip- just the- oh, fuck.”

“Didn’t do anything—” You’re keening out, knowing fully that the slight grinding gyrations of your hips were enough to drive Ino mad. 

His half-lidded eyes follow the movements of your waist in circles. “S-stop squirming.” And before you know it, he’s got a hand clinging to your neck. Blocking off your breezy airway, he holds you still and wedges the plumpness of his tip inside your cunt, sensually. “You know what you’re doing, pretty.”

“Fuck- nghhh-” You find yourself bawling out, lips twitching into a smile despite yourself at just how hypnotized your beloved boyfriend was. “But you’re the one putting it- ngh- even more.”

“Th-that’s not…” Ino flushes, and instead of answering directly he’s planting a wet thwack! of his cockhead to glue against the tender insides near your g-spot.

You’re feeling the calloused end of his thumb smear apart your bloated folds and the friction was incredible. As if to confirm for himself, he swipes away the mess on top of your slope to watch how your hole quivers with each slip n’ slide of his tip.

Torturing himself just as much as he planned to torture you. 

Just about to prattle something pussydrunken - maybe how it was actually your pussy that’s making him stuff in even more of his cock. Maybe how you were actually begging him-

But no. Oh, Ino sees the pornographic struggle of your tight rim aching to swallow him all up and gasps. 

Instantly jolting his head up as if he’d just been electrocuted, instantly clawing at the matted strands of his hair before realizing that he didn’t have his ski mask on to hide away. 

To stop himself from looking down again n’ again. To stop himself from replaying that exact scene inside his melted mind as he’s mindlessly pushing you into a mating press, “O-oh…just let me-” Swallowing, Ino’s words ring hollow even to his own ears. “Let me just…”

Trailing off, the only thing you can do is yelp at the complete n’ utter stretch.

The way he was ruining you on his sopping wet cock, mazing in the point of his tip until he presses a firm smooch to your g-spot. Your cervix. “Oh my god- mm-” You tilt your head up in amusement, squeezing his throbbing cock on purpose. “Wha’s that about just the ngh- tip, Taku?”

“Yeah, about that—” With a slight pout, Ino stares you dead in the eyes as he’s scouring his mushy cockhead past your hole. Letting that circular lil’ divot press deep, deep, deep- “Forget I ever said that, sweetness.”

You’re cracking a smug grin, mouth opening to gloat-

SMACK!

Before weak, trembling fingerpads harshly slap the side of your waist, “T-tch you’ve already got me- ngh- ruined- what more could you want?” Sleek brows furrowed, he’s looking at you like he’s begging. “And m’not losing it- I’m just…just—”

Just wrenching off the hand holding your throat to guide your own hand, of course - right up to squeeze his own neck. To make you choke him. 

Ino gnaws down on his plump lower lip to keep himself from whimpering once he’s letting his cock wreak havoc on your cute innards. Scouring and scouring deeply, just smushing the velvety end of his pre-glazed tip on your cervix.

Safe n’ sound. All snugly inside.

He babbles, “D’you want me to beg, pretty?”

♡ GOJO SATORU - The Strongest.

“C’mon- again.” Gojo’s raspy tone trembles, gnawing down sensually on the shell of your ear from behind. “Again. Promise it’ll be just the tip this time. Just the- haaah-”

And he can’t even finish his sentence - doesn’t have the ability to. The sanity.

The patience to just sit there and fuck you with the curve of his mushroomy tip- to not just pump n’ pump out masterful strokes that have your silvery slit splattering out in ribbons of white. 

To him, it wasn’t enough. It would never be enough.

His large, bulbous tip twitches where he’s taking you in a mean doggy position - throwing his fuzzy head back with a moan the very second he feels sappy ivory cum slip down into a frothy ring ‘round his hilt, “I said m’sorry, sweetheart. This time I ngh- promise s’just the tip.”

“B-but you said that ngh- four rounds ago.” You’re whimpering into your splotchy pillow, saliva seeping from your maw like an open faucet. 

Gojo rounds his lengthy fingertips down past your soaked panties and feels the leaky line of your slit, “But my sweetheart.” Cooing, every tiny pummel of his cockhead had your toes curling in pleasure, hands fisting at your damp sheets. “My girl. My wife-”

The cum-glazed fingers of his fingerpads break off from your pussy with a squelch, instantly being pushed between his plump lips. 

And Gojo doesn’t feel even an ounce of hesitation as he suuuucks—tasting himself, tasting you. The wet pants of his breath are sweltering down your arched back, “Mm– the love of my life.”

He was just gone.

Six Eyes working overtime without him even realizing- he’s seeing the sparks of arousal that light your veins and lets himself grin. Giving your treacly cunt another easy slide of his shaft, “Does that mean I can stuff ya nghh- full again, my girl?”

Your husband swabs the rubbery insides of your pussy with his probing cock, and he was just so thickly swollen that the circumference of his tip leaves your walls damn near indented. 

Knees shaking weakly on top of your creaky bedsprings- “I-I didn’t say that, Satoru-” He almost flinches at your words, before the mere sound of your voice makes the bawling orifice on top of his length splurge out pre. Bucking your hips gingerly backwards, “You won’t ngh- keep it just the tip I know it.”

“But sweetheart—” Your cunt was still so sensitive, and just the slightest graze of his prominent veins leaves your lips all wobbly. “This pretty pussy’s just haaah- beeegging f’me. Look at her-” Your head perks up in shock at the sound of Gojo Satoru giggling, “Look-”

At the sound of him smiling dopily, letting his ravenous cock fuck your hole open until you were stupid. 

He’s relentless - just lingering, sloppy slashes of his hot tip protruding your wet insides. And juuuust when he could see your brows furrowing, mouth falling into a cute pout at the realization that he was way past the tip- he’s pulling back.

“Wh-whoops.” Gojo flicks his dexterous index down to toy with your poor clit, tutting. “Naughty girl, oh- you’re sucking me in past the tip.”

You’re grumbling, “M-me?”

“Not you, my sweetheart…” The way his thumb rubs your pussylips open is enough to make you see stars, and Gojo pushes his fleshy thighs up against yours. “-m’talking to her.” The perfect excuse- he’s lecturing your dripping wet pussy, reeling your cute hips back until the slope of his cockhead nuzzles allll the way near your g-spot. “Tch, how daaaare you take in more than the- ngh- tip, h-heh.”

And you swear you’re feeling Gojo’s reddened skin buzz with slight cursed energy as he laughs at his own joke. 

“You’re doing it, sweetheart, y-you…” Trailing off, your entire body feels like it’s been shocked in the most sinful way as Gojo thumps his strawberry divot on the target of your favorite spot.

And soon enough, he can’t even bring himself to tease you.

Soon enough, he’s incredibly past the pinkish line of his slit marking the end of his tip. With the veiny underside of Gojo’s shaft stuffed deeply between your folds, again n’ again he spanks your g-spot wetly. 

You’re shivering, mentally counting that he’s now nearly bottomed-out—so fully that the cobwebs of his cum from hours prior splosh around inside of you. “T-Toru– oh!”

Only for your plea to be cut off, for your entire body to hit back against his toned pelvis with a resounding pap! He’d hauled you backwards by the flimsy fabric of your panties and it was making you moan, “Say that again-”

“Wh-what?”

“Say it.” Repeating, Gojo’s now fucking you like he hated you. Like he couldn’t stand a single split-second that your perfect pussy wasn’t filled up by him. Licking up the droplets of tears that trickle down your cheeks, “Say it again- ngh- say- fuck.”

The bottom of your stomach stinging with that familar twitch, you find yourself shrilling out- “Toru- fuck fuck fuck- Toru, I’m…”

Close.

But he could already tell.

His Six Eyes already knew- and he wasn’t even trying to activate that gift of his. Barely even has to to feel the squelching squeeze of your sappy pussy, the way you’re jolting after each forceful thwack! of his cock pummeling into your ready cunt.

Gojo’s fingertips pinch ‘round your cutely swollen clit, and he finds himself drawing his fucking name right on top. A nice, neat S-A-T-O-R-U that makes your head spin, “Y’know who my- faaaaat- fuckin’ cock belongs to, sweetheart?”

You babble–“Wh-what?”

But Gojo doesn’t mind that you didn’t answer, he doesn’t mind - he barely even registers it. So far gone that he’s nodding along to the lewd slurps and squelches given off by your treacly cunt, “You.” Chuckling, hitching, rutting—“You you you- all yours.” 

The sculptured lines of the strongests’ hip bones pull back ever-so-slightly- only to come pressurizing back with a final, hard drilling thrust. “So it only makes sense that you’re gonna take it allll, right~?”

Every inch, and every splattering wad of cum he’s emptying out.

You’re hit with the waves of your own high, legs giving out underneath you until Gojo wraps an arm underneath your front and pulls you up. Plastering you against the slick, glissading curves of his abs- “Fuck- fuck fuck fuck- nghhh- m’cumming.”

“I know.”

Clawing down the clammy flesh of his forearms, your head lolls back against Gojo’s collarbone with every squirt of frothy white cum he was stuffin’ into you. Eyeing down those cute lil’ beads of sap that glue your inner thighs together, “A-and you’re in so deep- fuck, Toru!”

“I know- heh.”

Gojo made sure to pound you through every single peak of your high, right where it made your body erupt in the most bliss- as if he had a sixth sense.

And he’s making sure to let the sticky ring of slick n’ seed drench his happy trail, cock fucking those thick dollops of cum inside until you’re seeing white. Until you can feel nothing but the way his bulging tip reaches up to your cervix and throbs—“Promise it’ll be heh- just the tip this time, my girl.”

♡ HIGURUMA HIROMI - The lawyer?!

“Just the tip hck! remember?”

“You say just the tip but…” Your husband tilts his head down at you with the most lecherous grin, fat thumb lazing between your pussylips to spread your hole wiiide open for him. His other hand was busy still tugging off his work tie, barely home from the office and hungry. “-this pretty pussy’s saying otherwise, angel—”

And oh- he was right. 

But Higuruma had been working overtime for months just for an upcoming trial early tomorrow, and you knew if you let him slip in anything past the tip then it would end in another type of all-nighter.

You’re softly smacking his broad deltoid, and he’s only lifting your flimsy nightgown with a chuckle. “Ah ah- don’t shoot the messenger now. M’just hear to do as my wife asks, sugar.”

Easily slap-slap-slapping his red, bulbous tip to slip n’ slide past your first ring of muscle. Higuruma croons at the way your legs fall instantly open for him once his throbbing cock siiinks in, enveloping his bulged tip. 

The sensation is enough to make his stern lips fall open with a sigh–“And right now- fuck- she’s telling me she wants a lil’ more.”

Filling you up with just a few inches up to his ridged crown, the line of his slit scrapes the roof of your pussy and you have to force yourself to speak over the loud sluuurp. “I-I’m not falling for that- ngh, Hiromi.”

And oh- that makes him pant.

That makes him shudder, that makes his jaw tick with a slightly feral twitch. Squeezing in the slimy end of his hot cock until you’re seeing stars, “Oh- say that again, angel.”

“Hiro-”

“Louder.”

“Hiromi.”

And that makes him dig his knees deeper into the springy mattress and rut-

“Fuh-fuck.” Like some fucking animal. He’s gritting through snarled teeth, that bitter sting the only thing keeping him from fully plunging his rotund crown inside of you and fucking you stupid already.

Higuruma throws his head back, usually-groomed raven locks falling over his line of sight. He’s as unruly as he can be and fucking you just as much, letting the curve of his tip thump and thump your walls repeatedly. 

“Yeah- yeahhh there we go.” You’re flinching once you feel the knobbly pads of his fingers reach for your pulsing clit and pinch. Mean. Tugging. Letting you scream yourself hoarse every time his pre-glazed tip juuust skids down your walls, “Better say my name hah- louder, sugar- can’t hear you over that cute cunt begging for more.”

You’re whining, “Ngh- f-fuck you—”

“You are, my wife.”

And it’s just agonizing - Higuruma knew how to time his jackhammers just right so that he’s never fully scraping your textured g-spot. Never fully past his drooling slit - and it was driving you wild. 

Driving your hips upwards with two hands thrown ‘round his clammy neck, your fingers disappear into the depths of his dark tresses and make him sigh. With you mewling, “N’ what if I hck-” Fuck, he’s swervin’ his creamy cock over to slash oh-so-close against your g-spot. Making your lips wobble prettily, “-what if I said I wanted more now?”

Fuck.

A killshot - enough to make the bottom of your pussy seep through with a gooey pool of his precum. 

And Higuruma likes to think he’s all sensible, he likes to think he can handle it- until his damn baritone voice cracks just as soon as he’s trying to sound stern for you. “M-maybe I won’t listen then- since you haaaah- wanted just the tip so badly. Won’t give you the rest of my cock until you’re acting proper, angel.”

“Really, Hiro–?”

“N-no.”

So gone on your pussy that the lawyer can’t help but tell you the truth. 

Oh, you’ve broken him.

And the only thing that tough, uptight Higuruma Hiromi can do is wedge his feet into your ancient bedsprings and slam a mean kiss against your cervix. 

The spheroid of his cockhead slaps the base of your pussy, and his palm slaps the top. “You-” Talking to your fucking pussy, “-just like her, sweet thing. Gonna make me fucking—lose it.” You’re speechless with utter cockdrunken need whilst Higuruma pounds away his honed inches.

No rhythm. No method. Maddened. 

Targeting the thrumming area of your g-spot, slipping in a zig-zagging line straight down to strike the door to your womb.

Feeling so good that his flinching orifice splurts out a few beads of heated white- cumming early, just from how long you’d been teasing him with that damned ‘just the tip.’

“Fuck-” Your hips buck upwards to chase what you’ve been yearning for for so long, thighs shaky with every needy web of seed slithering between your pussylips. “Yes- right there mm, feels so fucking full, Hiro–”

“Yeah? This what you wanted for so long, sugar—?” Cooing, Higuruma gives your slick-glossed cunt another sweet spank to get you squelching from between your legs once more. Just flooding the sticky sheets with all your sap every time he’s planting such sloppy drags of his cock, just so hot. So stuffed. The creamy knots of his cum stick to your thighs like adhesive, “If you wanted me to fuck you stupid so- hah- so badly then you should’ve just asked, y’know?”

Blubbering through your tears of bliss, you whimper once he’s catching your lips in a ravenous kiss. “B-but you have that trail so early in the morning tomorrow n’ you need ngh- sleep.”

“Well then-” Ah, his grin answering is feral– and you suddenly get the feeling that you won’t be making it to tomorrow walking - or alive. “-better cum f’me eight times before tomorrow morning, angel.”

A/N. CUZ YA KILLIN’ IT GIRL-

And there it was - Megumi’s tiny, seemingly mindless slip-up that got you into this mess in the first place. One that had poked some raw, primal part of Toji so dangerously awake.

The one that had Toji splitting you in half with his aching cock, hips pressing so hard against yours that it almost hurts. Fucking into you in slow, languid motions of his hips, while he drinks in your sobbed out little, “Ah- Hngh- Toji, s’too much I-” 

Lazily, he thumbs open your folds even more, watching in awe at the way his seed dribbles and oozes down your thighs, seeping into the mattress. It takes him a while to form the words, too hazy from how warm and sloppy you were inside. 

“Too much?” he drawls, with the audacity to sound genuinely taken aback. “I don’t think it’s enough, ma.”

It’s the only warning you get - barely - before he laces his fingers on top of your head to take him deeper, snapping his hips harder. Sloppier. Sensitive cock stinging with sensitivity, balls squeezing painfully. It hurt, but it hurt so good. And Toji wasn’t even sure if he could cum again. But he was milking his cock on your pussy like he was gonna fill you up until he physically couldn’t anymore.

“B-but m’so full.” you babble, mouth dropping into a fucked-out little oh! as you look down at the way you were swallowing him up so well. “Dunno if I can’t hngh- t-take anymore.” 

Oh shit, had he said that out loud? Ah, who gives a fuck. Because Toji was chuckling in surprise, stuck on the way you could still form coherent sentences - he had to fix that, of course. 

“Shhh. Don’ worry about it. Jus’ need to fill you up- ah, fuck a baby into ya, ma.”  he gently kisses away those big, fat tears rolling down your cheeks. “All you gotta do is sit there all pretty n’ take- it-” 

Hand snaking down to toy with your swollen clit - frenzied, barely-circular motions just to get you off. Because shit he can’t just stuff you full of his cock without getting the mother of his future kids off, right? And he let you know, of course. Maybe he was whispering sweet nothings in your ear - probably it was just promises of how he was gonna fill your pretty lil’ cunt till morning comes and Megumi was gonna be the best big brother and-

“-m’gonna make ‘em breakfast. And you’ll dress ‘em up. We’ll read oh- them bedtime stories and-” he’s babbling so pathetically into the crook of your neck now. “-an’ tuck ‘em into bed- Oh, fuck fuck fuck.” Drunk off your pussy and the heavenly feeling of his heavy balls squeezing so dangerously, letting his hips go out of control now. “And then- hngh, and then-”

“T-then what?” you let out such cute sobs into his open mouth, seeing stars behind your eyes each time he ravages you.

“Ya really wanna know, ma?”

Somehow, his words have you squeezing around him so good. Enough that it’s almost difficult to move inside you. Enough that Toji doesn’t even realize that he’s cumming and cumming so hard that you’re bloated with his seed. Squelching out of your quivering pussy and soaking his cock as he doesn’t even think of stopping even as you keen at your poor overfilled pussy, teeth latching onto your earlobe as he holds you still for him. 

“And then…” Toji’s hot breath fans your face, voice guttural and sounding like he was losing a little bit of his sanity with each thrust. Hips moving again and again to fuck his cum deeper into you. “And then m’gonna fuck another one into you.”

♡ NANAMI KENTO - Lonely? No problem!

“Aww, m’sorry. Did I make you feel lonely, my love?” Kissing your lips softly, running his hands all over the pretty lil’ lace covering your body - just barely, of course. “Did I leave my pretty lil’ wife all alone in this big house?” 

You give him a pouty little nod, and oh does that do something to Nanami’s heart - and his achingly hard cock. And he can’t help but pull the drenched fabric of your panties further to the side, greedily honing in on the way you glisten and clench around him. 

“Well, we should fix that, right? So that my pretty baby is never alone in here.”

You would be reassured by his answer - had it not been for the way Nanami doesn’t even wait for your reply. Instead, looking straight into your eyes while he pushes his thick cock deeper inside you. Not even fucking preparing you as he usually would.

“Oh! Oh, mm fuck-” And it’s all you can do to buck into his touch and just fucking take it while he grunts at the slight resistance. For once in his life more concerned about trying to fuck desperately into your dripping cunt than whether or not your poor pussy would hurt herself trying to take him. 

That merciful, practical little part of his brain going slow to let you adjust to his massive cock - because, well, he couldn’t break the mother of his future children. Now, could he?

But oh how you’d beg to differ with the way Nanami fucks into you in languid , shallow grinds of his hips. No matter how many times Nanami stuffed you full of his cock - his size never failed to disappoint. Stretching you out, fingers swiping at your clit, expertly grazing against all the right spots he knew so maddeningly well. 

“Two or three?”

It takes you a second to register that he’s waiting for your answer - too delirious with the way your husband’s splitting you apart deeper and deeper on his cock. Leaving neat crescents of his nails on your hips as he holds your slutty pussy still. 

“W-what?”

“Two or three?” Nanami gives your pulsing clit a little smack! as if to get your attention, hips stuttering ever-so-slightly at the way you squeeze his thick cock in surprise. “How many babies am I fuckin’ into you, my love?” 

Oh. Oh, shit. You weren’t making it out alive.

But were you really complaining? No.

Swallowing thickly, “Ah! Fuck, Kento- wan’ two.”

And maybe you’re a mastermind, maybe you’re an idiot. Because nowhere is the gentleman that you married, Nanami’s spitting on your quivering cunt once. Twice. Watching like a predator stalking his prey at the way it misses - purposefully, splattering against your inner thigh.

Smearing it all over your pussy and your panties - which he was too impatient, too starved - to remove. Messy. 

It’s all Nanami needed to do before he’s bottoming out completely. Pressing his forehead against yours in such a sweet motion, even though his hips were so mean. Drinking in your delirious whines as his heavy balls smack your ass. Over and over-

The duality making your head spin as he fucks his cute lil’ wife dumb, part of his sanity dancing away with his restraint every time your slutty hole sucks him up so deliciously. 

“Shit. More?” he grunts, sounding absolutely wrecked. Moaning at the way you tug at his hair, legs wrapping around his toned waist as if to urge him to go faster. Deeper. Begging. Begging him to ruin you. More more more- 

And, of course, what his girl wants - she gets. Because Nanami’s dragging his weeping tip across your swollen folds, all the way out till he’s collecting your sweet juices on his head. “Better take it like my good wife then.”

Then he’s pushing and pushing inside your tight pussy, but not like he was before. Jagged, desperate grinds of his hip - no adoration, no warmth. Just fucking you like his little slut, high off the idea of fucking his cum into you till you couldn’t walk. Till you were so full of him that he’s all you could think of. “We’ll have such beautiful babies, my love.” 

“Shit shit shit, Kento- yer gonna ruin me-” you’re whining, body torn between arching into Nanami’s unforgiving cock and running away. 

As if you ever had a chance - he was holding you so bruisingly by the hips, gasping into your mouth. “Shhh, that’s the point.”  Fucking you so filthy, each word punctuated by his out-of-control hips, so harsh and unfocused with lust that those tufts of blond at his base scratch your sensitive nub. And the feeling is so fucking obscene that you barely hear the words that follow. “You jus’ focus on taking care of my babies, n’ m’gonna be the one to ruin this pretty cunt- The one to fill you up- fuck. ”

Nanami throws his head back as you squeeze the soul out of his throbbing cock, so pent-up and needy that you’re creaming all over his cock already. And of course, Nanami isn’t any better - because with a strangled groan of your name, he’s cumming. Hard. almost painfully so. 

“N’ you’ll never be lonely, cuz everyone’s gonna see you and see me. I did that.” 

Jolts of electricity going all the way from his heavy balls to the thick, hot ropes of cumming filling your dripping pussy. Painting it all a desperate, desperate white.

And shit was Nanami an entirely different man tonight. Pulling out ever-so-slightly, only to admire his seed gushing out of you - so lewd and his. 

“Y’know what, my love, I don’t think two will be enough after all.”

♡ GETO SUGURU - Pretty (and his)

“Awww, pretty baby.” Geto purrs, in such a dangerously low voice, smacking his tip - so red, and angry - all across your swollen folds. He bites his lip at the way his cum spills down your legs, pooling onto the hardwood floor with a deafening tap! tap! tap! “Y’want it so badly, huh?”

“Shit- hngh- please!”

You don’t know what you’re begging for - maybe release. Maybe mercy. Maybe to be anywhere but here - shoved against the wall right beside the front door, dress hiked up, almost your way to go clubbing with your friends before your beloved boyfriend had caught you. And stuffed you full of his cum, at least.

Whatever it is, Geto only gets messier, teasing your sloppy hole by slamming in - just barely grazing that one spot. And pulling out completely, watching you clench and glisten in the dim lighting. In. And out. In and out in and-

“Sugu!” you squeal, tired of the way he was having way too much making such a mess of your pussy. Swiping at your slick, and shoving his seed back into you - smirking at the obscene mess. 

“Mhm?” he nods absent-mindedly. Eyes flitting between your ravaged pussy and that absolutely adorable pout on your lips. Chuckling, “What~? If I cum in this cute pussy one more time, you’re sure to get pregnant, y’know.” 

Scoffing, “Shoulda thought of that when you came inside me the first time.”

Geto rolls his thumb over your sore clit - just as a little punishment - breath hot against your ear as he whispers raggedly.  “And are you complaining, gorgeous?”

“N-no…” 

“Then?”

He’s licking little circles at the crook of your neck now, in time with the maddening, frenzied patterns on your cunt. Enough friction to keep those pretty lil’ whines spilling from your swollen lips, but still teasing you just enough to have you bucking and keening onto his aching cock for more more more-

“Please! I jus’ want your cock, Sugu-”

All it takes is your broken little whimper, and it’s like something snapped - because Geto’s plunging into your plushy walls completely. Finally giving you an ounce of that friction you’ve been craving for so long. Only half the man he was once before while fucks into you deliriously. 

“F-fuck. Love it when you’re so messy f’me.” he’s hissing lowly, as if you could be anything but messy. As if he’s not pulling you back by the hair to bounce you like some slut, hips snapping mercilessly. As if he isn’t absolutely ruining you.

And maybe if you were in any better state of mind you’d have said something about the pure disrespect in his cock. Fucking you nothing like the sweet sweet whispers he was muttering in your ear, ragged and hoarse with desire.

“Gonna fill you up, huh? Give me some cute lil’ babies?” he groans,nibbling on your earlobe, fingers pressing down around your throat so the only response he gets are wet gurgles. Ones that go straight to his twitching balls, as Geto keeps running his mouth pussydrunk. “They better have your personality, don’ wanna share my pretty girl. Isn’t that right?”

So mean. Just babbling like you rarely get to see him - usually the ever-graceful Geto Suguru. Now, drunk on your tight pussy and the image of you with a little baby with black hair and him - there for it all. His perfect little family. 

“Gonna be the perfect momma, huh?” 

Geto only gets a broken little whimper in response - one that almost makes him want to go easy on you. Almost, instead, he settles for breathing out a ragged, “Fuck fuck fuck, yeah, gorgeous. Squeeze me s’tight like that - jus’ like that jus’ like that-” 

Trailing such a delicate finger up your legs, Geto pools that sinful mixture of your slick and his cum on his fingertips - before shoving them unforgivingly in your mouth. The slightly salty taste was so addictive on your tongue - and, hell, you aren’t even mad that you’re running late to meet your friends.

Smirking as you gag and mewl around him, he only gets sloppier. Faster. Licking a long, languid stripe up your neck, just knowing that he’s gonna cum inside your cute pussy harder than he has his whole life. Have your poor pussy bloated with him him him- “Now, yer gonna go to that lil’ party of yours jus’ like this. And everyone’s gonna know who you belong to.”

♡ CHOSO KAMO - Can’t help himself

“N-no, swear-” Choso lets out a broken little whimper into the crook of your neck. Feet flat on the bed, hips bucking up mindlessly over and over to where you were splayed out so prettily on top of him. So messy and dripping all over his glistening cock. “Gonna ngh- be the last one- I s-swear.”

You’ve heard this broken little mantra before - and you knew it wouldn’t end well for your poor pussy. Especially not with Choso bullying his weeping cock back into your snug cunt. “But, Cho!” you gasp, “We’re out of-”

He knows you’re out of condoms. But, really, does it matter?

Because shit were you like the gates of heaven spread wide open for him. And, well, here he was - completely pussydrunk, two rounds and a still rock-hard cock later. The only thing on his mind from then on was to not paint your pretty pussy white with his seed, no matter how much he wanted do. 

“Last time, baby. Promise I won’t cum inside.” And then he’s batting this long lashes so unfairly up at you. So fucking beautiful with his dark hair untied, lips swollen, eyes-half-hooded and miles away. And, well, how could you say no to that?

And you’ve barely gotten out your delirious little nod before Choso’s wrapping two strong arms around your waist, pulling you so intimately closer like he worshipped you - while he fucks your hot cunt like anything but. So hard that you knew it would leave marks - your nails on his chest, his balls on your ass, fingers on your waist. 

God, you were squeezing so desperately around him and he just thinks he might just cum right then and there. So fucking perfect that Choso knows he’s never buying another box of condoms ever again. 

“F-fuck, feels s’good. Love having you so deep n’ messy inside me.”

You were going to be the death of him.

“Hngh- fuck fuck fuck, yeah? You like that, baby?” he groans lowly. Abs burning and flexing each time he rams his cock into your tight pussy, absolutely loving the way you were leaking his cum all over the sheets. 

“Shit- I-” 

“Yes, Cho~?”

Face burning in embarrassment, choking pathetically on his words, Choso instead lets his hips do the talking. Strained whimpers of your name leaving him each time he bullies his painfully twitching cock through your plushy walls.

Voice cracking almost-embarrassingly at the end as he rambles, “Oh my god- y’feel so fucking good wrapped around me, baby. Wanna- hngh-” Trying his very best to sound like every cute lil’ whimper didn’t make his thoughts steer into the dangerous territory of how pretty you’d be with his kid. Of a little girl with dark hair and your eyes and-

You. His hips speeding up now, so sloppy with now rhyme or rhythm. How round and glowing you’d be with his kid. You, how everyone would know that he was that ruined your pretty pussy n’ got you this way. You, you, you-

“Wanna cum in this cute pussy, baby.” He finally confesses. Hips getting so messy - mindless, quick little jabs that have you keening on top of him, balls squeezing painfully. “Wanna fill y’up until you can’t take it anymore, fuck you so full until we have a pretty baby. Can I, baby? Please don’t say no please please-”

And at this point all you can do is whine and buck your hips to meet his merciless cadence, letting Choso crane his neck and kiss you senseless. “Fuck yeah. Thought you’d never ask-” you mutter, muffled around where he was sucking on your lips, like they were his favorite candy. “Want you to cum inside me, Cho.”

Well, you didn’t need to tell Choso twice because no sooner have the words left your lips before he’s giving you one harsh thrust. Veins throbbing against your gummy walls, again and again. 

Tears pricking his eyes as he cums with such a guttural grunt of your name. “Gonna have a pretty lil’ girl.” Both white-white pleasure and the image of you and him and his daughter flashing behind his eyes. “She’ll look just as beautiful as you, baby. N’ have your cute smile.”

Your own orgasm is nothing more than a few tingles, overstimulated and limp on top of Choso as stuffs you full of his seed. Thick, white ropes that gushing all the way out of your snug pussy, smearing all over his twitching balls. 

You could get used to this.

And it’s such a heavenly feeling that Choso barely registers his hips moving again, as if on instinct. Fucking mindlessly into you again. Again and again. Gasping, breath hot against your ear. 

“Only one more, baby. Promise.”

♡ RYOMEN SUKUNA - A reward

“F-fuck, woman” Sukuna grunts, fingers so bruising on your hips as you slide down his throbbing erection. Inch by fucking inch, keening at the delicious burn. “Y’act so innocent but you’ve got such a slutty lil’ pussy, huh?”

As expected, the only response he gets is an incoherent babble of agreement. Your eyes watering, drool dripping down the corner of your mouth as you struggle to take him. And his sharp eyes narrow in amusement at the sight of his painfully inexperienced consort’s pretty cunt sucking him up so eagerly. Hips stuttering and leaking your sweet, sweet so sloppily juices all over his thighs.

Humans were always such interesting little creatures.

“Tch.”

Slow ones, too, apparently.

Because immediately, Sukuna’s stuffing himself into your sloppy pussy as far as it would go. Groaning at the resitance, a large hand pumping his cock slowly - enticingly - as he fucks his hips in quick, shallow little thrusts, just to fit himself inside your snug cunt. 

And you needed to breathe in and out maybe, relax your plushy walls, but Sukuna wasn’t going to wait. Why would he? He had his favorite woman - not that he’d ever let you know - sat on his lap, legs spread so shamefully and bouncing on his thick cock.

“F-fuck.” his jaw falls slack ever so slightly, groaning at the feeble resistance against his massive cock. Still only half-inside you but still pushing relentlessly. “S’like your pussy was made f’me, brat. Milking me so well.”

“Shit shit shit- hah- ‘Kuna, feel s’good-” you gasp, thighs quivering with the pressure to meet his rough cadence. And Sukuna huffs out a low laugh at your audacity to call his name, feeling charitable enough today to forgive this transgression. 

Instead toying with your pretty clit, pinching and rolling between his thick fingers, loving the way you buck and squeal his name. 

“Hmm, feels good?” he hums dangerously, amused at your barely-lucid little nod. Fucking into you like his personal fucktoy - his favorite one. “Good ‘nough to give me an heir?”

At this your eyes snap open - but not for long because you just have to screw them shut again with Sukuna finally bottoming out in a quick, harsh thrust. Splitting you apart deeper and deeper on his cock, veins throbbing a maddening little bump! bump! bump! matching your heartbeat. 

You barely have the time to breathe out a sigh of relief before he’s fucking into you. Unforgivingly. Like the monster he claims to be. All the blood draining into his achingly dick at the idea of fucking his cum into you until you couldn’t walk. 

And he tells you - chuckling at the cute lil’ ah! ah! ah! leaving your mouth each time his fat head hits your cervix. “Y’want that, my little slut? To be my cute plaything to breed? Help m’make the next king of curses?”

Fuck, you don’t know if you’re reeling more from the way he was ramming his cock into you or the way he was talking to you in that mean little tone. 

“Mmm- yes! Yes yes yes!”

“Use your words.”

“Wan’-” you hiccup, batting your lashes at him so tearily, in a way that makes Sukuna’s heart thump so strangely. An uneven little beat matching the led rhythm of his hips. “Wan’ your cum- gonna give you a kid.”

So cockdrunk and delirious, you barely register the way he wrestles your arms behind your back, using it like leverage to bounce you harder and harder on his cock. Only looking up at him with such cute lil’ heart eyes as Sukuna uses you as he pleases. 

“Fuck- fuck fuck fuck yeah?‘ he gasps into your open mouth. Teeth latching onto the crook of your neck, biting down right over your pulse. Dangerous. “Gonna make me an heir so powerful. Have him treat you like a queen n’ kill everyone that doesn’t? Ya like that, my lil’ slut?”

“Shit- ah- I want that s’bad, ‘Kuna.”

Knock! Knock! Knock!

And oh how pretty you look, cunt clenching and all surprised at the knock on the door - some lowly human here to beg for their life, maybe. But it doesn’t matter, because Sukuna’s only licks away the big, fat tears streaming down your cheek, hips burning while he breeds you like some animal. Hard, and almost violent.

So it only makes sense that your orgasm was the same, breathless and shaking on Sukuna’s lap while he fill you with his hot seed. Thick and intoxicating. Hips unstopping, just animalistic little movements from such a carnal part of himself. Over and over-

And you’re so fucking drunk off of your lord’s cock that you barely even realize when he’s thumbing your ravaged cunt open. Letting his cum drip all the way down to his gaudy throne, on full display for whoever was about to-

“Come in.”

It’s adorable how you try to scramble off his lap, trying - and failing - to cover yourself up as the door cracks open. 

“Not yet, woman.” Sukuna grasps you in an iron-hold grip, dangerously sharp nails tethering right at your throat and your hips. Starting to drag you up and down on his swollen cock once more with no concern or care for whoever was about to enter. “Gotta make sure it takes.”

It was filthy. 

Completely debauched. And exactly where you wanted to be. You and your lord - and maybe your future heir, too.

♡ GOJO SATORU - Give ‘em what they want!

“Hah- f-fuck imagine- Imagine I fucked the next s-strongest into you right now.”

Oh. 

You knew by the look in his eyes that something was off - that something hadn’t gone well in that meeting with the elders. Really, it was a miracle he attended in the first place, but somehow you had an inkling that this was the type of something that would have you needing a miracle.

That was three hours ago.

And fuck did you need a miracle - because Gojo had you splayed out on top your office desk, his cum spreading in a pool beneath, you throbbing cock stuffing in and out of your snug cunt while you try not to alert the entirety of Jujutsu High about how needy the great Gojo Satoru was being right now.

Gojo’s ramming his swollen dick into your poor, overstimulated pussy like he was drunk off the sight of you all cockdrunk and in a tight mating press. Moaning at the sting of painfully hard erection twitching inside you, and your nails running down his back. 

Not even bothering to let you adjust this time before he’s fucking you again and again and-

You think it’s a bit unfair, really. Because who were you against the strongest? Well, the pretty lil’ wife who’s going to give him his successor, apparently. 

“Shit- wouldn’t that be funny?” he lets out a humorless laugh, wrestling your legs further and further apart. Eyeing the way you suck him up lewdly, “If I made my kid the strongest n’ just wiped these old fossils out?”

“T-Toru- we’ll get ca-”

“Caught? Who fuckin’ cares, they want a Gojo successor n’ they’re gonna get one.”

He’s letting out his frustration in the way he chases both your highs for the - well, you lost count which orgasm it was at this point. Letting you stain all over the expensive desk as he yells out little curses into your mouth.

And oh how you want to kiss that little furrow in his brow, to whisper away his stress - but, no, the only thing getting Gojo out of this bad mood was to fully and thoroughly ruin his girl’s cute lil’ cunt. 

But Toru-” you sob into his open mouth, hips bucking wildly for more. “What if I can’t give you the strongest…” You know you’re babbling deliriously, little insecurities you didn’t even know you had coming to the surface as it really hits you that shit this is your Gojo. And he’s here. And he’s fucking you until he’s sure you’re pregnant.

“Who gives a shit?” he licks away the big, fat tears streaking down your face. Salty on his tongue while he plays with your pretty clit, rubbing quick, tight little circles on it. 

As if to emphasize his point, Gojo brings his fingertips to his mouth with a lewd pop! So blissfully wrapping his lips around them. Darkened blue eyes rolling to the back of his head at the taste - it only spurs him on more. 

Fingers immediately back down on your clit. Frenzied - like he couldn’t wait any longer, like it killed him to not see you cum again. Body bowing into yours, hand digging and bruising on your hips as he holds your filthy pussy still on his cock, 

“Fuck, gonna give it all to you, sweetheart. M’gonna train them to be the strongest n’ protect their pretty mommy.” 

Sloppy, he was so fucking sloppy - such a mess of teeth and spit and pure desire to paint your walls white. 

“Gonna have my eyes, huh? N’ your hair. Fuck they’re gonna regret bringing this up.” Babbling little nonsenses that drove you mad. He sounded so fucking pathetic, crazed with lust. “Ooooh they’re gonna regret it.” Overstimulated enough that it hurt.

Kissing the side of your ankle beside his head, lacing his fingers together to pull you further and further down his rock-hard cock. Sloppy and moving with no rhyme or reason. “Because they fucking hate me. All of ‘em will look at our kid n’ you - so round and pretty and see me. All me.” 

Now, you’ve heard of orgasms that come out of nowhere - ones that have you convulsing and gripping onto Gojo - the desk, his shoulders, his hair. And this was no different. “Ah! Hngh, Toru m’cumming m’cumming oh-”

Delirious, white-hot pleasure cracking behind his eyes, Gojo’s pumping hot thick, hopes ropes of cum into your poor, overfilled pussy. And shit no thrill of taking out the elders could compare to watching the way his seed drips down the side. Slow, and thick, pooling at his quivering balls as he fucks you like an animal. Over and over and-

“Hey, sweetheart, y’think if I cum in you again, they’ll come out twice as strong?”

“...”