but before you could answer the sorcerer, a familiar weight rests around your waist. fingers dig into your side as lips brush against your hairline, a sultry voice that never fails to send shivers down your spine. your head whips around to see satoru basically caging you into his embrace, sunglasses sitting low on the bridge of his nose, and a pair of the prettiest eyes dangerously pinning you down.

"sweetheart," satoru coos, not caring about the fact that the two of you were no longer together. "you look absolutely gorgeous tonight. have i told you that yet?"

"gojo, what do you think you're doing?" you say as you try to worm your way out of his hold.

"i'm just appreciating my baby," the white-haired sorcerer chuckles deeply, his gaze flickering away from yours briefly to stare down the other lower-leveled sorcerer, telling him to silently fuck off. the novice immediately gets the hint, not wanting to piss off the gojo satoru.

a deep sigh leaves your lips, watching the retreating figure disappear into the sea of patrons before you turn to look at your ex-boyfriend, a cocky smirk playing on his lips.

"seriously, gojo?" you ask him quietly, not wanting to draw attention to the two of you, your tone seething. "you might as well have just come over and pissed all around me like some animal marking their territory."

your comment fuels the "not-jealousy" that satoru feels, the grip around your waist tightening. thick digits dig into your flesh almost uncomfortably as satoru brings you closer to him. dangerously closer. the cologne he wears - one that you gifted him on his most recent birthday, you recognise - fills your nostrils, immediately bringing back all the memories that happened that night. how excited you were to show him your gift. how happy he was when he was greeted at the door, cake in your hands, ribbon atop your head. how good he fucked you that night, almost as if it was your birthday.

you open your mouth to retort once you snap out of your stupor, but you realise it's too late. satoru could read you like the back of his hand, and he knew exactly what was playing through your mind. he knew exactly what his wearing of this cologne would do. he was the honoured one after all.

satoru drags you away from the boring, uppity crowd, ready to repeat what you felt that night, even if it meant sinking into your warmth at the most inopportune time - which to him was the hotel's public bathroom.

the blue-eyed sorcerer had you bent over the countertop beside the sinks, dress flipped so that he could admire the globes of your ass, finger dragging down the center of your sex, the feeling sending shivers up your spine.

"satoru, either fuck me or don't," you say over your shoulder, teeth-gritting, gaze blown out with lust and need despite your sharp words. "i have no time for your teas–"

a loud and precise spank cuts your sentence off as your body jerks against the countertop, a breathy gasp leaving your glossed lips, the pain immediately making your cunt clench around nothing.

"such bossy words from someone who's bent over the counter like a slut," your ex-boyfriend tuts unappreciatively as he lands another spank on the other cheek of your jiggling ass, a wanton moan falling on his ears. "who do you think you are? demanding me as if you weren't flirting so blatantly earlier with another man."

"last i checked, we aren't together anymore, gojo," you tsk in response, jaw clenching as you brace yourself for another spank that surprisingly doesn't come. you glance over your shoulder once more, confused as to why satoru would just let that comment slide, especially when you called him by his last name.

but instead of meeting his eyes, your gaze clocks into his throbbing length, angry and red, tip dripping with glistening pre. your breath hitches, forgetting just how long and pretty it was, pink and purple veins decorating the entirety of it, the sight just begging you to run your tongue over them.

and before you could even ask when he had fished himself out, his hand darts forward, tearing your panties clean off of you. a loud gasp fills the empty bathroom as the flimsy lace flutters to the ground, the expensive lingerie left in tatters which instantly sours your mood.

"gojo satoru, those were expensive!" you bark back. "what the fuck is your issue–"

your ex-boyfriend once again cuts you off like how he did earlier, but this time with his cock, slamming his hips into your cunt with one precise, sharp thrust. your body immediately tightens around him like a vice, walls seizing with the sudden intrusion as you yelp out in pleasure and pain, legs tensing as your back arches in the most sinful way possible.

the white-haired sorcerer hisses in relief when he's finally sheathed back in your warmth after so long, absolutely missing the way your pussy would mould itself to his cock, sucking him in with every dull throb.

"we may not be together anymore but you're still mine," satoru grits out, hips starting to buck into you. the apples of his face are dusted with the prettiest shade of pink, blue eyes wild and bright with desire, jaw tight with pleasure.

"no one is allowed to have any part of you," he punctuates each word of his sentence with a deep thrust, fucking some sense into your pretty little head. "you are mine. got that, sweetheart?"

"fuck you, gojo," you moan out, tits jiggling against the cold marble, legs kicked apart even more by satoru's designer dress shoes as his hands tighten on your love handles, forcing you to buck back onto him. "we're not– fuck– fuck– fuck! together anymore!"

a haughty laugh leaves his lips as he metaphorically and physically rearranges your insides, dick hitting all the sweetest and deepest spots within your body, a lewd thwacking sound resonating and bouncing off the walls of the luxurious bathroom.

"you can keep saying that, baby, but that doesn't make you being mine any less true," he chuckles darkly in return, his fingers skirting down your body to attach themselves to your aching clit as if it had a magnetised pull to it.

you watch as his gaze drops down to where your two bodies meet, his entire length glistening with your sweetened and sticky juices, his head cocked to the side as he continues to piston his hips at an almost ungodly pace.

"oh yeah?" you manage to bite back, your tone breathier than you had wanted it to be as your eyes roll to the back of your skull, hands clumsily bracing yourself against the countertop. "if you're so s-sure that i'm y-yours, then why was i flirting with that m-man earlier?"

satoru immediately stills in you, the sudden lack of movement popping that pleasurable bubble at the bottom of your spine, your climax stolen from you with one moment of inaction. a groan leaves your lips as you regret your words, feeling more frustrated that your pride was the reason satoru ceased his thrusts as opposed to his possessive words.

you feel him pull out of your dripping cunt, the sensation of being so completely empty making you almost beg in return as you mentally curse yourself for needing to get the last word in.

"oh, you stupid girl," satoru chides as he presses his slit against your clit, his hand wrapped around his length before he slaps your cunt with his dick. "you can flirt with any man you like, but there's one thing that will always be mine."

you brace yourself for some lewd answer like your pussy or some soppy answer like your heart. instead, his answer somewhat surprises you.

"they can have everything else except your laughter."

and to accentuate exactly that, he plunges himself back into your awaiting heat, a strangled moan leaving your lips as a string of wanton noises follows, your earlier forgone pleasure reignited.

"s-satoru!" you wail out in pleasure, thighs quivering, knees feeling like jello as pleasure completely disarms whatever pride you had left in your body. "right there– fuck! harder, please!"

"needy." thwap– "fucking." thwap– "pussy." thwap– "that's all mine too." thwap–

his balls smack heavily against your sensitive bundle of nerves adding to the pressure that's building at the bottom of your spine. drool pools at the side of your lips, gaze going cross-eyed as satoru fucks all the sense out of you, leaving nothing but thoughts of him in your head.

"satoru, i'm gonna squirt–" you prattle like a broken record, toes curling in your heels as your entire body twitches violently.

"c'mon, m-make a mess on me then," your ex-boyfriend grits out, his own orgasm reaching a fever pitch, wanting to feel you gush all over him before he paints your insides white with his cum that he saved all for you. "give it to me, baby."

your climax comes crashing down on you like a tsunami of pleasure, a white-hot blindness flashing behind your eyes as the velocity of your squirt drenches his designer slacks, dripping all the way down to his shoes and pooling on the marble floor below. satoru's climax follows immediately after, the tight clenching of your walls milking it out of him. spurts of thick and sticky sperm coat the inside of your vagina before it pools out from the sides and oozes down to the ground too.

the bathroom is filled with your and satoru's heavy breathing, bodies slumped against the counter, skin glistening with sweat. satoru's chest is flush against your back, his breath warm as it fans against the nape of your neck, his cologne swirling and mingling with the smell of sex before he gingerly picks himself up, dick twitching to life once more.

but before he could ask for another round, the bathroom door clicked open, the sound sending a shiver of dread down the two lovers' spines. the both of you immediately whip your head around towards the intruder, a familiar tsk adding to the tension of it all as his hand shuts the door and locks it.

his dark purple eyes take in the debauched view before him, a playful smirk playing on his lips as he ties up his long, black hair into a bun to get it out of his face.

every breeze past your ears tricks your mind into thinking it's the tickle of his breath which makes you all the more hyperaware of your surroundings. your hand clamps over your lips, eyes squeezing shut as you try to steady your nerves.

your grandma's words echo through your mind. to never wander around the dark woods once the sun sets. to always go straight home.

but you were always a curious one. always a rule breaker. one for rebellion and mischief. it was a trait you prided yourself on at times, but in this case, it was your achilles heel. you should have gone straight home back to the safety of your cottage instead of tempting fate.

because fate came with an acute sense of smell and a set of sharp teeth that wanted nothing more than to ravish you from head to toe.

the woods go eerily quiet, with no more taunting words or the lingering feeling of danger and dread, the moon hanging high in the sky, illuminating from the forest canopy to the dirt below.

ballet flat adorned feet tip-toe quietly away from the tree as you take in your surroundings, eyes and ears looking and hearing for anything that resembled the predator that called this place home. but when you don't, you pick up the pace, wanting to get out as quickly as possible.

dodging brambles and bushes, withering trees with spindly branches and twigs, you cut through the woods, knowing it like the back of your hand as you make your way home.

but as fate would have it, you weren't getting away that easily.

a misstep on a slippery algae-covered rock sends your body flying, a yelp echoing through the forest like a beacon for its inhabitants. a pang of dread hits your body as you brace yourself for impact onto the ground below, limbs rigid.

but it never came.

instead, fate had caught you in a set of burly arms and taut muscles, cradling you to his body as a whiff of musk and that sickening smell of iron cuts through the fresh air of the forest.

"found you, red," the man coos wolfishly, victoriously. your breath hitches in your throat, body immobilised with not only dread but also with an undercurrent of excitement.

you had heard of the big bad wolf that lived within the woods, a hybrid that prowled the misty grounds. and you longed to see him. especially when you heard the rumours that flitted around town that he was devilishly handsome.

but before you could even turn around to look at the hybrid that had captured you, the front of your body is immediately pinned against the trunk of the nearest tree.

"ye think i haven't seen ya, huh? prancing around in my woods with y'er little skirt that barely covers y'er ass?" his voice brushes your ear as he pins your wrists against the small of your back, a singular large hand clasping the two together.

"i- i don't know what you're talking about!" you squeak out, body squirming against the tree trunk, trying to break free from his iron grip.

"don't act dumb with me, red," he groans when his other hand flips your frilly skirt up, exposing your lower half to his beady eyes. "not when i can smell just how aroused y'er are."

once again, you try to look over your shoulder to see who had captured you, wanting to confirm the rumours you've heard. but before you could, a sharp spank lands on your perky cheek which drags out a mix between a gasp and a moan from your lips, eyes fluttering and body jerking at the sudden sensation. his hand immediately soothes the spot, his lips brushing against the shell of your ear, his fangs nipping on the sensitive skin there.

"i have one rule, red," he instructs, the velvety, dulcet tones of his voice making you want to submit, no questions asked. "y'er not allowed to look over y'er shoulder.

"ya even dare try, and i'll tear y'er pretty little heart out, yeah?"

immediately, your head bobs up and down, not wanting him to number one, kill you. number two, lose out on probably the most passionate tryst of your life ever.

"can i at least know y-your name?" you ask him sweetly.

"ya wanna know what t'scream when i fuck y'er brains out, huh?" the man chuckles as you feel a strong kick to the inside of your foot which sends your legs parting even more, back arching sinfully. your head bobbles in agreement once more, a squeaky 'yes' tumbling from your lips as you feel the man sink to his knees behind you.

"it's toji," toji groans out as he buries his nose into your panties, palms spreading your asscheeks as that sweet, musky, heady scent of your arousal enters his nose, making his head spin. "and y'er better remember that because this pussy's gonna be toji's pussy when i'm done with'er."

toji inhales your scent once more, the feeling of his face buried into the damp gusset of your panties making you rock your hips against his face, pushing back against him to get more friction.

"t-toji," you stutter out as he continues to sniff till his heart's content, each humid exhale sending butterfly kisses against your clothed clit. "stop sniffing me. d-do something!"

"don't rush me, girl," he scoffs as he bullies his nose into your twitching hole, the tip of it collecting more of your oozing slick into the light pink cotton, watching it grow dark. "let me play with my food."

his tongue lolls out, and he runs it along the sweetened gusset, the tip of his pink muscle starting at your twitching clit before it ends at your asshole.

it's nasty; the man lewdly making out with your panties as if he was purposely edging himself before getting to the good part. the sticky feeling at the apex between your thighs grows, slick mixed with saliva dripping down your skin like honey to the wolf as he continues to suck your juices through the already ruined cotton.

a sweet whimper leaves your lips as you try to take the reins, wanting toji to get on with it as you start to grind your hips onto his face. your clit messily bumps against the sharp of his nose, your wetness smearing all over his face. the man lets you think that you've won, that you're now in charge which brings a dazed smile to your lips as your hands brace against the trunk of the tree even more.

but before you can reach your climax, he immediately pulls away, leaving your body twitching and squirming for more.

"wha–"

a sharp spank cuts your word off, a zing of pain and pleasure shooting up your spine and all the way to your extremities which drags out a wanton moan from your lips. your pussy throbs dully from the smack before toji's fingers massage your folds through the soaked fabric.

"stupid girl thinks she can rush me, huh?" the man grouses as he peels off your panties from your body, strings of syrupy arousal following the garment. he lands another spank on your bare sex now, your body trying to run from the amplified feeling as you arch towards the tree.

a harsh tut leaves toji's lips and you immediately push your ass back towards him, your body knowing exactly what that sound meant.

"at least y'er obedient," toji snickers darkly as he lands another spank onto your cunt, his dark green orbs watching your juices splatter everywhere.

his thumbs spread your folds, every nerve in your body lighting up when you feel his gaze narrow onto your twitching hole. despite you being unable to see him, you know that he's wolfishly watching that gummy cavern clench around nothing.

"i just know y'er going to be the tightest thing," he grins to himself as he lands another spank on your cunt. "i can't wait to see ya struggle to take me, red."

"p-please, can i turn around to look at you?" you plead, your voice betraying just how desperate you are at wanting to turn to look at him. "please, please! i'll do anything–"

"oh, anything, she says. that's a dangerous word, girl."

"and i m-mean it," you quip back as you feel his thick digits idly toying with your pussy still. "i wanna see you sink into my p-pussy."

your bold words bring out a boisterous laugh from the hybrid, the sound gravelly and rough but not condescending in the slightest. it was almost as if he was impressed by your fearless statement.

"y'er got guts, red," toji chortles humorously as his thumb swirls tight circles onto your clit, sending waves of sensitivity up your spine. "but let's see if y'er have the bite to back the bark.

"i wanna see ya last five spanks without cummin'. think ya can handle that? then i'll flip ya 'round."

"y-yeah, easy," you chuckle breathily as toji smears your slick everywhere. but before you could even brace yourself for the first one, his large hand lands straight on your clit, your juices adding to the smarting shocks that make your knees feel like jelly.

"f-fuck!" you whine out as he lands another in quick succession. he doesn't plan on letting you breathe at all, wanting you to feel all the pain and pleasure at once, pushing your body to its limits. "toji!"

"yeah, that's my name," his voice is cocky and deep, sensual, as he watches your pussy leak juices like a faulty faucet, dripping all the way to the dirt below. "look at 'er drip. and all from a few spanks."

toji immediately follows up his words with another hard slap, and you swear you almost cum just from the sheer feeling of it. lewd moans and whimpers fall from your lips, adding to the soundtrack of the squelching coming from the apex of your thighs. your right leg bounces and twitches involuntarily, the pleasure making your toes curl as juices leak down your legs as he lands another aimed spank to your clit.

one more is all you tell yourself. one more and then you get to finally see the man who's turning your body into a puddle of desire and lust. but to make matters worse, toji's hand starts to massage your throbbing labia, wanting to prolong your sensitivity. a strangled whine escapes your slackened maw as your hand darts out to try and stop him behind you.

"n-no fair," you garble mindlessly as you try to swat his hand away. "j-just s-spank me and get it over and done with."

"bossy brat," he scoffs as he swirls his fingers around your clit tightly which makes your body buck wildly like a rodeo. "should make y'er cum and lose for that."

but he relents to your wishes despite his words and he lands one more slap onto your juicy cunt. your knees buckle in relief when you realise that you've gotten through the spanking without cumming, your body on edge from all the stimulation.

"hah-" you chuckle weakly as you gingerly pick yourself up, thighs trembling like a leaf as your pussy throbs around nothing. "i did it–"

suddenly, your words are cut off, body feeling weightless as the world around you whirls before your eyes immediately connect with a pair of piercing dark green ones that stare right back at you. your arms fly around his neck as you steady yourself, your plush thighs gripped tightly by his calloused hands as he pins your back to the tree.

"oh, ya really are a pretty one," toji chuckles as he guides your legs around his muscular waist as he languidly grinds his throbbing erection against your sloppy cunt. "a pretty face to match a pretty pussy."

your eyes grow crossed when you feel just how girthy he is, your body twitching in his hold as your tongue lolls out, already overstimulated from all the edging.

"p-please, toji, p-put it in," you beg mindlessly, body rendered limp. "i wanna-a be fucked by you–"

"then watch me, girl," he commands, your gaze immediately flickering down to his hips. a surprised choke squeaks out from your lips when your gaze zones in to just how ruined his sweats are. the grey is darkened along the outline of his erection, and it's almost as if toji had nutted from just spanking your pussy alone.

"did you-"

"hah, red, ya think i'm that whipped for y'er sopping cunt?" the man chortles condescendingly. "you'll know when i've finished because ya won't be able to stop dripping with it."

you watch dreamily as he fishes his throbbing length out, his dick glistening with pre-cum, cockhead angry and red and absolutely leaking just like you. his balls are heavily hung, large and made for breeding, the entire package ready to pump you full to the brim.

he guides his length and taps your clit with it, relishing that tacky sound especially when paired with your dulcet cries before he slips himself into your awaiting canal.

"toji!" you squeal, the sudden feeling of being filled making you squeeze your eyes shut as your body seizes around him tightly.

"f-fuck, red," the man groans straight into your ear, his tone salacious and obscene. "y'er might just change me to a one-pump chump with this pussy. s' warm and s' fucking tight."

gingerly, your eyes flicker open as they fall to where your bodies meet, expecting to see him all the way in already. but when you see that you still have a couple of inches to go, your gummy walls clench around toji's length greedily.

"girl, give me a fuckin' sec," the hybrid growls as his head drops to the crook of your neck, fangs sinking into your flesh there to distract himself from how your cunt is so talented at milking him. "y'er trying t'a kill me or what?"

and with one swift motion, he bottoms out in you, the feeling dragging out a simultaneous moan from the two of you. your fingers move up to his ebony-coloured hair before they find purchase at his twitching wolf ears that sit at the top of his head, your digits deftly tugging on them to get him to move.

"m-move, toji," you croon as your hips start to grind down, taking matters into your own hands once more. the thick veins on his cock catch against the nooks and crannies within your cunt as his hips snap and snap and snap against yours with a vicious rhythm.

it's wet and tacky everywhere, your juices looking like dewdrops on his happy trail as he drills into you like a man crazed. his emerald green eyes zone in on your lewd expression, eyes glazed and teary, skin dewy with sweat, tongue lolled out. all for him. cute.

"could live in this f-fuckin' thing," toji growls as he continues to fuck every thought out of your mind, your cunt moulding to the shape of his cock as his slit tyrannises your g-spot relentlessly. "s-so wet and messy for good ol' toji."

his hefty balls continuously slap against the globes of your ass as he maneuvers his dick to dig and prod at your insides, stretching you out in ways you thought impossible. your legs are loose around his waist, leaving toji to carry your entire weight as he bounces you on his cock like a doll, your gummy walls fluttering around him as your slick coats his dick in its girthy entirety.

"t-thought ya wanted t'watch, red," toji grits out as he feels your pussy suck him in even deeper, a tell-tale sign to the hybrid of your impending orgasm, his head tilted to the side wolfishly as he watches your eyes roll to the back of your head. "seems like i'm f-fucking you too good."

your mind doesn't register his words as you continue to babble how close you are, a tight swelling in your lower abdomen that you've never felt before which bursts with a particularly sharp thrust from the man.

copious amounts of squirt gush out from your pulsing pussy as you whine out a dramatic cry of his name, your juices flying everywhere with the velocity of a water gun. it goes all over his abs and thighs, drenching his grey sweats with your slick as you twitch in his embrace like a live wire.

"s-shit, giiirl," toji moans gruffly in return, the onset of your climax only triggers his one as he spills into you, ropes and ropes of thick and globby cum coating your insides in hot spurts. "f-fuck, fuck, fuck- take it- fucking take it-"

his hips somehow pick up their pace, an animalistic instinct taking over his body as he drills his length into you even more, a desire to breed you motivating his messy movements.

"toji! toji- wait- i feel another-!"

your orgasm rolls straight into another one as aftershocks of pleasure wrack your entire body from head to your curling toes, your fingers painfully pulling on the fuzzy ears that sit atop his head as you ride out your second climax. his fingers dig into the plush of your hips, moving you up and down on his length as he prolongs your climax for you.

the inside of your thighs are sticky against his pelvis, the both of your bodies slotted together like two pieces of a jigsaw puzzle, snug and moulded to each other. the entire world falls away, leaving the two of you to catch your breath as you bask in the afterglow, bodies panting against each other, the high of your midnight tryst making you feel like you're levitating.

until something you feel a sudden swelling in your lower half.

"toji! what the fuck?!" immediately, your mind sobers as if you've been doused with a bucket of cold water as you try to scramble away from the hybrid, hands pushing against his hard chest.

"stop squirmin', red," he growls as his hands clamp down on your waist, essentially immobilising you physically while his dark green eyes pin you down with a predatory glare. "and let me knot."

"k-knot?!" you squeak out as you try to pry yourself off of him. your hips feel like they've been superglued to his ones, the feeling of still being stuffed full making you clench and pulse around him while you writhe your body.

"i know, baby," he croons once more as his dark green eyes flicker down to your spread legs that are being covered by a hospital blanket.

sweat prickles at your hairline, body aching as you continue to push and push and push with every breath you take. it genuinely feels like your body is being split open, an excruciating pain tearing through your lower abdomen as the doctor continues to urge you to get through this contraction.

"i hope that one day you get to push a baby out of your body so you can see how much this fucking hurts," you groan out in pain, eyes squeezing shut as you clench hard before they flutter open once more.

but even then, toji has never seen you look more beautiful. stomach round and plump with child, eyes twinkling and fiery, skin glistening, lush and warm with life.

"well, sweet cheeks, if y'er can still swear at me then it means ya still have some strength in y'er, huh?" the dark-haired man grouses in amusement as he leans over to press an encouraging kiss onto your temple. "but it shows that you're my fighter, ain't it?"

"you bet your ass i am," you immediately reply, that familiar swell of pride blooming in your chest at your husband's words, a brilliant and confident smirk settling on your lips as you push hard once more.

"that's it, mrs fushiguro," shoko's voice comes through from between your legs, her masked face giving you a nod as she peeks up over the blanket. "you're almost there. i can see baby megumi's head."

"come on, champ," your husband chuckles, using that nickname you oh-so hated, one that made you sound more like a bro than his wife, one that he knew would always spur you on. your eyes flash in irritation, body tensing as you work up another push, lips pulling into a harsh scowl.

you hated that nickname so much that you didn't feel the sudden disappearance of that pain in your lower abdomen. because you were about to tear toji a completely new one.

"toji, i swear–"

but before you could finish your retort, a loud cry snaps both your head and toji's one towards dr ieiri. she stands, hands holding a baby with raven-coloured hair, face scrunched into an irritated frown, the unknown feeling of taking in air making the baby boy scream and howl.

to you and toji, however, that was a sign of life. a sign of a new chapter for the fushiguro household. you reach out gingerly, body exhausted but satisfied when you cradle the baby who settles immediately when he feels your warmth as toji's hand reaches for the boy's one.

and with a gentle and cracking chuckle, he says...

as he’s deepening himself inside, he shudders.

by now, his eyes become droopy.

gojo stares at your body, perfectly arched and hunched over.

as you’re in such a lewd position of doggy, a plump, sweaty thumb of his traces against the curvature of your body.

“s- sooo pretty,” he coos out, and he’s feeling the crazed repetitive throb on his tip accelerate. each second he spends inside, trying to give you every inch, he’s about to lose it. he’s panting, huffing out short breaths as the squelches of your cunt makes him ten times harder. once his hips finally start, he yanks onto the back of your shirt. the fabric makes a shrilling riiiip and you could hear it tearing a bit from his feral grip. “ugh, ‘s warm inside baby, ‘m not gonna last.”

and he doesn’t last—

all that talk about fucking you stupid, making you moan his name, and he’s the one babbling yours.

lengthy snowy lashes squeeze themselves tight as he’s barely even giving you any pumps. he’s practically humping your cunt like a pillow, trying to memorize specific positions from this one thread he’s read. a thread that had a title of ‘how to fuck a girl right, no clickbait.’

and of course, with a smug conceited grin, satoru clicks the link, jotting down everything in his notes.

he was gonna be the best you’ve had.

yet, the moment he’s stuffed inside your sloppy pussy, he could barely last a few seconds. because as his breaths continue to grow raspier and raspier, he’s already cumming.

it shoots out quick— it’s hot, velvet ropes pour inside between your folds as he’s trying to reel you back against him.

clashing, rutting hips that come to a brief halt once he realizes he came too quick. pretty lips curl into a surprised ‘o’ and his husky grunt makes your own cunt pulsate. his hits against you was sloppy, rhythm barely able to keep up a pace. you’re on all fours, feeling his entire cock from his flustered crown plug you in until you feel his body rumbling against you.

“o- oh, fuck fuuuckkk,” he whimpers, trying to thrust some more but he’s already finished.

out of all the enemies he’s fought, gojo satoru was never no match for your sweet, sweet cunt.

the real villain,

he’s feeling himself dump into you raw and he can feel droplets of drool dribble down his chin.

it’s so tepid inside, sweltering your gummy walls up to your womb with his sticky, oozing cum. you moan, raising your ass up as he’s still got clammy fingertips burying into the depths of your skin.

you’ve got him drooling for more, heaving heavy pants exiting from his full lungs and his bottom lip quivers. he watches with docile, blown irises at the way your pussy sucks it up.

he’s dimwitted, witnessing as a pretty milky, translucent form around his weighty base. his tip was a reddened pink, and the thought of pulling out only makes him whimper. he’s addicted, and more importantly, he’s whipped.

a bundle of slender fingers wisp near your runny, full pussy before he swipes a thumb across, getting a taste himself.

“y- you taste so sweet with my cum,” he hiccups, hissing almost immediately after you teasingly jerk your hips back against him. “ngh, baby. wish you could see this mess. ‘s sloppy ‘n so pretty,” and he’s still buried deep, to the very hilt before slowly pulling out.

the moment gojo does, your folds gradually emits out his seed and it’s so sexy.

the way his sloppy seed bubbles out, he licks his lips, a feral look burning against his pupils for more. more of you.

he could watch this view all day — you’re curling up your toes in blissful rapture as you feel his bright, blue eyes burn into your backside. “god, ‘s gonna spill out. hold on, baby.”

“s- satoru,” you whine, and that’s when you heard a bit of shuffling. without even thinking, he gets down and flicks his tongue against your soddened cunt, lapping up the bitterly sweet taste of his own cum. he moans against your entrance, burring low grunts vibrate against your clit before his faint sucks turn into filthy slurps. “mh, good boy, ‘toru. jus’ like that.”

and he feels his flaccid dick twitch at your praise. gojo reaches down toward his twitching shaft, a big hand wrapping around it before stroking it off to your sweet, melodic voice. “again,” he whines, his rickety hips now humping against the thick cloudy bedsheets. as his nose brushes up against your pussy, he continues to drink you clean, swirling the tip of his feverish pink tongue against the mess he created.

“call me a good boy, w- wanna be your good boy, baby.”

finally toji's lips close properly around your fingers and he feels you smile against his skin. and then he feels your hips grinding ever-so-slightly on his stomach and now he really feels like he's losing his mind. you're all over him, but what gets him the most is that none of this is the usual 'sex stuff'. he's always been open to experimenting, he's willing to try just about anything you'd ever want to with a few eyelash flutters and a few pretty 'please's', but this? this is something else.

for starters, you're both still fully clothed. clad in your most basic pyjama, you're making him more turned on than he's ever been. and he's just so, so used to be the one in control, to be the one on the top – so submitting to you feels foreign, but so fucking good. you're making him discover things about himself that he never could've even dreamt about. him sucking on your fingers while you're humping his abs? oh, you'll kill him one day for sure.

but he's not complaining.

his tongue swivels around your two fingers as he begins to push and pull your hips to help you grind against him. you lick the side of his face, covering him in your saliva before pulling back just a little to look at him. below you, with your fingers in your mouth – he looks fucking extraordinary. you feel over the moon about the fact that he feels comfortable enough with you to let you have your way with him. you're utterly thankful for the glorious sight and you will most certainly reward him for it as well.

there's a soft squelch when toji hollows his cheeks and sucks on your digits. a sickeningly sweet coo spills from your lips and his eyes crack open; your gazes meet and you swear his whole body twitches under you. his hold on you gets tighter, his fingers sinking in deeper and you can't help but wonder how big of a mess he might be making in his sweats.

spit makes his lips glisten under the light emitting from the tv; shadows of the long forgotten movie dance on his skin, the whispers getting muffled by the sounds that he keeps making. he doesn't feel as embarrassed anymore, slowly succumbing to the hazy feeling in his head. he's addicted, he wants more and more and more.

and as if on cue, you force your fingers deeper down his throat once more, eyes set on the way his own roll right back into his head. his head dips forward, sinking into the pillow behind him and giving you the most beautiful view of his blooming neck. you're matching – he marks you up and you do the same. it's love.

pulling your fingers with a 'pop', a whine slips from toji but before he can really complain about it, you press your mouth to his. your lips smack together as you cradle his face with your spit-covered hand, tugging him closer and closer. his big arms wrap around your middle as he pulls you flush to him, moaning into your mouth when you decide to suck on his tongue in turn.

he can taste your desire, the need to make him feel good and to take care of him as you push yourself further into him. toji feels like he's about to explode. he wants to kiss, he wants to feel your fingers again, he wants to make you cum, he wants to make love to you.

hovering just above his face, you bring your hand back to his mouth and grant him his wish. he doesn't need to say it out loud, you know exactly what he wants and what he needs. slipping your index and your middle finger between his lips, you both groan at the feeling.

you give him a smile and butterflies bloom in his belly. you give him a peck while still having your fingers in your mouth and cum seeps through his sweats.

toji fushiguro is a weak, weak man and you have him wrapped around your pretty little fingers.