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| “ 𝐖𝐀𝐍𝐍𝐀 𝐒𝐄𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐂𝐔𝐌 … “

s. gojo x fem reader !

you were sprawled out on your bed, legs wrapped around gojo’s waist as your nails dragged angry, red lines into his back while he slid his heavy shaft in and out of your seizing walls.

your legs were trembling, barely stable on his waist as you approached your orgasm with broken moans. you two had just gotten started, a few minutes in, but he was just so big, your entrance choking his turgid length every time he drove back inside.

“h-hah—you cumming already?”

he breathed out, his voice wrecked, white hair sticking to his forehead, damp with sweat as his feverish blue eyes burned into you.

you instinctively looked away, trying to hide your fucked-out expression, the sounds of your staccato breaths filling the room as he plunged himself in and out of your throbbing cunt.

he grabbed a fistful of hair from the back of your head, forcing you to hold eye contact as he bottomed out inside you repeatedly, targeting the spot that made your body go limp.

when you let out a particularly loud moan, he huffed. found it.

he picked up his pace, hammering into your core with a deep, stretching force that made your entire body shudder.

your hands, reaching up to cover your face, were stopped by him gripping your hair tighter, pulling your head up to hold eye contact as he stilled, throbbing inside you.

“fuck… look at you… keep those eyes on me, pretty girl… wanna see you cum..”

those words were enough to push you over the edge, your cunt drenching his length, squeezing around him, pulling a quiet whine from his lips.

he kept thrusting gently through it, drawing out your orgasm until you shook, unable to take it anymore. when he finished, he kissed your sweaty forehead tenderly, before murmuring:

“wasn’t so bad, hm?”

| “ 𝐈 𝐆𝐎𝐓 𝐀 𝐌𝐀𝐍, 𝐁𝐔𝐓 𝐈 𝐖𝐀𝐍𝐓 𝐘𝐎𝐔… “

m. fushiguro x fem reader !

“mh—! fuck—!” you mewled drunkenly into the pillow, completely delirious, as megumi pounded into you with abandon, your back arched and your chest pressed into the mattress, hardened nipples grinding against the bedding, making you whine breathlessly. his heavy hand gripped your hair, pushing your head down into the pillows, drenching them in drool and spit. his other hand captured your hip in a bruising grip, tightening his hold every time your cunt squeezed tightly around him, eliciting a strangled grunt from his lips.

you were caught up in the heat of the moment, your legs trembling every time his leaky cockhead kissed your cervix, the only noises being your sobs and the soft smack of bodies slapping together.

a sharp, deafening buzz cut through the humid, friction-heavy air of the room, your phone vibrating loudly on the nightstand. the screen lit up, flashing the caller ID in the dimly lit room—your boyfriend.

“gumi—no—“ you whimpered brokenly into the pillow.

“shut up.” he breathed, his voice searing against your back. “you’re the one who wanted this. let him hear how good it feels.”

before you could even try to beg him to stop, his broad finger swiped across the screen, answering the call, pressing the hot glass directly against your ear. he pulled your hair roughly, pulling you up, broken moans loud and clear.

—“hey babe, what are you up to?”

your boyfriends voice sounded agonizingly clear through the phone speaker, a sharp contrast to the stifling sex-induced haze of the room.

megumi didn’t give you a second to think. his hips drove forward into your sensitive walls in a deep, devastating stroke, his turgid length burying himself all the way to the hilt, deliberately testing your resolve. a broken high-pitched gasp caught in the back of your throat as he continued pounding into you so viscously that you could barely think straight. your velvety walls immediately seized around him, bathing his cock in precum.

your voice quivered as you tried to answer, the thought immediately discarded as he impaled himself into you, his pelvis colliding with your ass in a satisfying smack. his thrusts were brutal and punishing.

he had told you multiple times to leave your boyfriend, you just never listen, do you?

your fault for being such a slut, this is how sluts get treated.

you ended up mumbling a soft “n-nothing much..”, your voice wrecked, trying desperately to bury your face back into the pillow, but he pulled you right back up, forcing your whines into the phone speaker.

—“are you okay? you sound… off..”

you wanted to give him an excuse, maybe apologize, maybe admit to it all, but when megumi grinded his tip against your sensitive cervix, all you could do is cry out, which led to your boyfriend eventually hanging up, thinking, “yeah, she’s probably exercising.”

yeah.

he won’t find out.