just an anime kpop superhero girly

“uh, uh—ooooh, fuck!”

he can’t stop his noises. at all.

for the past three hours, the two of you have been desperate rabbits, fucking each other. unfortunately, you guys couldn’t do it everywhere in the apartment, as after you two fell off the couch and onto the rug (not before he accidentally bumped his head into the coffee table with a thud), you two remained there.

but that didn’t stop a thing! not even when the rug shifted underneath you two, not when denki threw his jeans into his TV, and almost had it topple over, nor when the handjob you gave him made his cum splash onto the couch messily.

now, you’ve been torturing him (thankfully) with your warm, wet pussy, bouncing on his dick, a cream at the ring of his base, a mix of your and his cum. one hand of yours is cupping his jaw loosely as his soft lips are wrapped around two of your fingers, sucking with small flicks of his tongue. your other hand rests on his chest, keeping him pinned to the rug to keep steady.

his pussy-drunk eyes look at you, still moaning around your fingers. the dried tears on his glowy face is so pretty, it makes you want to see him cry again. and again.

while he’s busy rubbing circles on your clit, giving small spurts of shock to your sensitive bud, your hand moves to pinch and twist his nipple—and he lets out a pained moan, and you feel his dick twitch. close again.

he really can’t help it.

“fuck—fuckfuckfuck, baby, m’gonna, ooh!” he moans, muffled around your fingers as his eyebrows furrow at the sounds of your ass meeting the top of his thighs.

he sounds so good like this: fucked out, whiny, and overstimulated. the amount of times he’s cum has to be more than five times, he can guarantee that.

it still feels so good for him, the flashes of sharp pleasure that almost blur into pain making his eyes squeeze hard.

whining like a bitch in heat, his hips pathetically rut up into you while his other hand grasps the fat of your hip desperately. he’s still sucking your fingers, but his eyes are tearing up again, the salty tears falling on your breasts. you can feel his legs shake underneath your bouncing ass.

you let out a pretty whine, legs slightly shaking as he aides as much as he can, pulling you up and down as he slightly hisses around your fingers from the pain and pleasure from your spasming insides.

his cock twitch inside of you again, and you know he’s very close. “cum f’me, denks,” you whine, pulling the two fingers out of his mouth to suck on them yourself to taste his spit, “please, wan’ more of your cum!”

then he cums, but this time it feels different.

it’s not his loud moans—he’s always fucking loud, when you’re drowning the shit out of his cock with your cunt or when he’s teasing—nor is it the way on how his eyebrows pinch with his back arching beneath you.

what’s different is that his quirk doesn’t only activate from his hands.

you gasp as you feel his cum fill you, with warm, dizzing spurts of zaps hitting your g-spot each time.

your pussy is convulsing at the sudden buzz as you cum, head falling on his shoulder. your panting and whining when you realize he’s still not done cumming, and his cum is still gently zapping your insides. your legs try to squeeze, but his hips are right there. you can’t run.

“too much, too much!” you squeal, hips raising to run from the intense pleasure—

only for him to pull you back down, one hand pressing on your lower stomach, the other slapping your puffy clit as splashes of your juices land on his stomach.

when you two finally come down from the intense orgasm, he lets out a pretty panted laugh, the hand rubbing on your back sliding down to send a teasing zap with a swat to your ass, “we should do that again.”

graphic credits to @/saradika-graphics, thank u for reading! please reblog, comment (i will reply back!! im js a wee bit shy sorry), or like, it is appreciated!

a/n : PART 2 IS FINALLY HEREEEEE what do we think??!!

✠ ex!sukuna knew that if he waited, it would never be him. and if he ever found a way to move on, it would never be you. that thought alone ruined him, when all he’d ever wanted in this world was you.

✠ ex!sukuna had nearly crushed his phone when you drunkenly called him months later after a terrible first date with someone else. if it weren’t for the distance, he would’ve tracked the guy down himself.

“one day, you’re going to find your person,” he murmured when you tearfully admitted you were scared of dying alone. “then you’ll forget all about this.”

a long silence followed.

“what if i want you to be my person?” you slurred, far too drunk to remember any of this by morning.

sukuna closed his eyes.

“i’d probably tell you i want the same thing.”

✠ ex!sukuna sees you for the first time in three years. three years too late. there’s a ring on your finger now, and your fiancé’s arm is draped possessively around your waist. to sukuna, the man is far too ugly for you.

he swears he can feel his heart breaking with every second he looks at you. this feels wrong. it should have been him. it was always supposed to be you and sukuna.

your fiancé—vomit—excuses himself to grab drinks, shaking sukuna’s hand before leaving. sukuna nearly smirks when the idiot flinches at the strength of his grip. then you ask if he’ll be coming to the wedding.

“not unless you want me to object, sweetheart.”

✠ ex!sukuna opens his hotel room door and finds you standing there in a wedding dress, drenched from the rain. for a moment, he doesn’t even notice the veil or the white lace. he sees only you: shivering, mascara streaked down your cheeks, fighting not to fall apart. you found out your fiancé cheated only hours before the ceremony.

the instant you collapse into his arms, sukuna holds you like he’s been waiting three years for this, terrified that if he lets go, you’ll vanish.

The air is sharp and smells of damp earth and pine, but inside the Jeep, the atmosphere is pure, unadulterated adrenaline. Sukuna’s in a state of total, infectious joy, his hands gripping the steering wheel tightly as he maneuvers the heavy vehicle through the rugged terrain.

Whenever a tire catches air or a spray of gravel hits the undercarriage, he erupts in loud laughter, and it’s a cheerful, hearty, boisterous sound you absolutely adore.

"Hold on, brat!" he shouts with a feral, wide-eyed grin plastered across his face.

Late afternoon settles over the apartment, and Sukuna perches right on the edge of the couch. Hunched forward, one elbow braced against his bare knee, he presses his phone to his ear, voice pitched low as he talks to Toji. His brow knots in concentration, every muscle in his jaw working as he tries to puzzle out whatever noise Toji’s truck is making this time.

Sukuna loves his personal space when he’s trying to have a coherent conversation with his best friend over the phone. You, on the other hand, happen to love Sukuna’s personal space more than your own.

warnings/tags: mdni, f!reader, timeskip characters, cursing, dating, sexual themes, suggestive, sweet dirty talk, praise, soft dom, whimpering and moaning, pet names, smutttt, p in v sex, doggy, unprotected sex (wrap it hoe), nipple play, clit play, squirting, creampie.

a/n: finger’s have been ACHING to write yuta for ages. i wrote him recently on my tiktok, but maki took the spotlight icl. ALL timeskip characters, oke? thanks for the support on my last post, ill try to be more consistent on here, mwa ! ;)

yuta could barely keep up with you— his little horny bunny who would drain his cock 24/7.

he loves when you take control, “you’re a fucking goddess.” he’d whine all day. and he meant it every single time.

but he wanted to make you feel just as good as you made him feel.

“my love-“ he pants in between kisses, trapping you in between his arms.

you pull away, undoing his belt, “take these off.” you bite your lip.

his cock springs out, bead of precum sitting on his flushed tip. “baby,” he hisses, cock twitching in your hand.

your stroke his shaft, dragging your lips across his neck, “oh fuck.”

yuta whimpers, cheeks tinting a rosy red, "baby-"

you twist your hand at his base, making him jerk up into your hand.

your small kisses turn into love bites, leaving red marks all over his neck that would turn purple by morning.

“bend over.” he murmurs.

you pull away, “what-“

he turns you over, bending you over the bed, “let me take care of you.” he hums, hand on the small of your back.

he pulls your shorts and panties off, revealing your wet pussy.

“oh fuck.” he slaps his cock against your ass, “arch your back for me, baby.”

you oblige, pussy begging for his cock. “fuck me, yu.” you plea, reaching back and spreading your hole for him.

he loudly moans at the obscenity, "my pretty angel." he coo'es, holding your hips as he feeds your cunt his dick, inch by inch.

"ah!" your head drops— the feeling was completely new. you had never felt him so deep.

your stretched pussy fluttered around him, "are you okay?" he sucks in air through his teeth, hips twitching.

"mhm!" you bite your lip, "m-move."

he goes slow at first, eyes rolling back as he goes deeper and deeper with each thrust.

"you feel so good." he praises you, fingers digging into your hips. "nngh!"

your arms shake as you struggle to keep yourself up, "f-faster- please, yu." you moan.

he slams his cock into you, "my pretty girl. taking me so well." he presses kisses onto your back, "doing so good."

"hnngh!" you cry out, arms giving out.

yuta doesn't slow his pace, "oh baby." he clicks his tongue, hands cupping your breasts. "i'll hold you up." he lifts your upper body, having his hands under you to keep you up.

he pounds into you, cock abusing your cunt. "rub your clit for me." he pinches your nipples, making them pebble.

sweat drips from his forehead, "c'mon, baby."

you press your lips into a thin line, hand reaching back. "mmph!" you rub your sensitive bud.

"good girl." he smiles, thrusting into you, fingers pinching and twisting your nipples.

you stick your tongue out, panting. "yu! ngh!"

"turn your head, my love." he leans down, "kiss me."

your lips find his, sloppy and wet kisses being exchanged.

your head spins, feeling overstimulated by everything he's doing to you. "fuck!" you cry out, legs trembling.

his tongue slips past your lips, swirling around your mouth and playing with your own.

"so perfect." he moans, kneading your breasts.

you rub your clit even harder, liquid gushing out and making a mess underneath you.

"pwa!" you pull away from the kiss, eyes rolling back.

yuta pounds into you harder, "a sweet little mess. atta girl." he purrs, "cum for me."

his cock kisses your cervix, chasing your orgasm.

heat pools in your tummy, the knot only getting tighter. "mmngh! oh my god-"

"cum for me, my love." he whines, teeth sinking into your shoulder.

you leave your mouth open on a silent scream, spurts of hot cum coating his cock.

"yu!-" you drool.

your own orgasm triggered his, hot ropes flooding your vulnerable pussy. "you're a fucking goddess!" he moans, draining his balls into you.

after coming down from his high, he flips you over, "how was that?" his cheeks flush.

"really fucking good." you let out a breathless laugh. "i loved it."

"good." he kisses your jawline. "let's get cleaned up."

"who said we were only doing one round?" you smirk.

"oh, baby." he nervously laughs, "whatever you want."

…

“a fucking giraffe y/n? that’s so stupid.”

sukuna won't admit he has a crush on you.

well, maybe... just a tiny crush. you're the sweetest girl he knew around, considerate, and the leader-type. not fit for someone like him. to be more specific, sukuna thinks you're weirded by him because of his looks, he has tons of piercings; in his ears, eyebrows, and chin, he even has tattoos around his arms.

but when he got the guts to finally ask you on a date? he didn't expect you to say yes.

he took off everything. his piercings and covered himself up to ease his tattoos.

but here you are, wore the same dark colors he would usually wear. styled yourself with accessories although you don't have piercings or tattoos yourself. it's far different from the usual pastel or light clothes you wore. while on the other hand, sukuna eased himself to match you.

it was awkward.

“you took off your piercings?” you questioned. looking at him closely. it's the first time you've seen him without it.

“i thought you didn't like it” sukuna looked away. feeling embarrassed.

“no! I—... I like it” you muttered and looked down on your feet. finally feeling the heat building on your cheeks.

it was silent. it was deafening. maybe you should've thought how to handle it beforehand. sukuna breaks the silence when he remembered the bouquet he bought earlier.

“i like your dress” he finally met your gaze, sukuna handed you the bouquet.

“especially the color.. it's my favorite” he continued and cleared his throat.

“i like your outfit too, ryo” you chuckled as he guided you to his car.

the date night went surprisingly well. sukuna kept asking if something happened for you to wear different style of clothes.

“i wanted to match you” you confessed.

“and so am i” he turned to you.

there was a pause, but you broke a laugh when you realized the situation.

“so... do you want to hang out again?” sukuna asked nervously.

“this saturday?”

“...you’re pretty.” you muttered stupidly, allowing this familiar stranger to help you slump onto the couch. you couldn’t tell if they were drunk too, or if your compliment had gotten to them, but his face had an undeniable blush spread across it.. “..thanks. you’re drunk.” his voice was gruff, yet soothing. you would hear it all day. you wanted to.

“oh really? i couldn’t tell.”

he let out a scoff at that, seemingly annoyed with you. but he didn't move from his position next to you.

“.. he does this a lot too.” there was a pause after you said that, as if the stranger was contemplating on whether or not to ask further. he brushed a hand through his unruly blonde hair, “who’s he?”

“my ex. he acted juuust like you.” you booped his nose as if for emphasis. “he’d act all tough, but he didn’t leave me. well, i guess he did leave, but that's besides the point.”

you didn’t see anyone next to you for a brief moment, making you think you hallucinated the whole thing, before a bottle of water was abruptly shoved in your face. “drink.”

he slid next to you again like it was natural, his hand moved to go around you by instinct, before he retracted it, you grabbed onto his arm. “..please.”

as if on cue he cradled you to his chest, taking the opportunity to press his head against the top of yours. “you feel like him too.” you mumbled, “sweaty hands and everything.”

he didn’t laugh, but you felt his smile against your head.

it was comforting, the best you’d felt in the months following your break up. you felt the drowsiness overcoming you, prompting you to move your head closer to his chest and lay against his heart. it felt like the same heart that served as your lullaby for years.

“..i hope he misses me.” your eyes were closed, that familiar feeling of comfort and space welcoming you, though the last words that echo through your mind and fuel your dreams sound just like katsuki’s.

satoru gojo x reader. girls night is both satoru gojo’s least and most favorite night of the month.

warnings! 18+ mdni! p in v, squirting, doggy style, missionary. gojo loves youuu. shit is filthy.

note : second (kinda) drabble. gulp.

wc : 2.7k

“angel? i’m home!” gojo’s voice was heard throughout the apartment along with the heavy sound of your front door closing. 

“in the room!” you called back out from the large bathroom in your en suite. various makeup products lined the dual sink of your shared space, all an essential element in your routine to look your absolute best for girls night.

“i’m sorry i'm so late. you won’t believe how bad this goddamn mission went. ijichi’s getting exorcised after this—“ your boyfriend paused mid sentence after walking through your bedroom’s door, standing in the entrance of the bathroom. you turned to look at him once you didn’t hear his voice continue on with his rant. 

piercing blue eyes not occulted by his usual headband laid heavy on you, looking up and down at you with a gaze that you distinctly recognized as hungry. you smiled at the white-haired man brightly, attempting to ignore how he was clearly checking you out with a signature starved smile he reserved only for you. 

“hi, baby! i’m sorry the mission went south, tell me more about it?” you turned back to the mirror, continuing with the finishing touches to your makeup look. your lips pursed slightly in concentration as you blended out any harsh lines of your eyeliner and waterline, the smoky, sultry look you were going for seemed to be successful after hours of diligently following a tiktok tutorial. 

you saw your boyfriend finally push off from the doorframe to step right behind you, his hands coming up to rest on your hips that were adorned by a lacy, black mini dress. it was perfectly tight and short, resting well above mid thigh. 

”y’know what? fuck the whole mission, baby. it went amazing, no need for me to explain. you on the other hand, where’ya going all dolled up like this, hmm?” his breath ghosted your shoulder as he leaned down and into you, lips closing in to place a warm kiss on the curve. his hands began rubbing up and down the fabric of the sides of your dress, leaving a tingling trail that you fought to ignore. it was proving difficult once his lips strayed from your shoulder and journeyed into the slope of your neck. 

“toru, remember i told you i was going out with the girls tonight? it’s the second weekend of the month, you know we always go out,” your voice wavered near the end of your sentence as your man’s kisses went from barely innocent to wet, open mouthed kisses. you were trying your hardest to continue applying your lip combo, finishing the look with a shiny gloss. you absolutely loved when he got like this. he’d become so attention starved and lacked the ability to focus on anything but you. although you would usually indulge satoru’s (and your own) needs, you were serious about being considerate of shoko and utahime’s time. 

you gasped at the feeling of satoru’s rock hard erection pressing into the back of your thigh, the heat and print evident through the fabric of his pants, “of course, pretty girl, how could i forget? you always get ready and leave me alone with nothing but this to deal with,” he murmured, hips twitching slightly to emphasize exactly what he was referring to. 

“don’t be dramatic, toru. you know i always take care of you when i get home,” you responded in a sweet voice, bringing your hand up and behind you to cup his pale cheek, looking at him with what you though was a loving look, until you heard and felt your boyfriend’s deep groan vibrate into your neck, along with his hands that had now traveled to the front of your dress, toying with the hem on your thighs. 

”don’t look at me like that, angel. those fuckin’ eyes of yours are driving me crazy,” he seemed to finally snap and grab your hips tightly, turning you around quickly to face him. you didn’t have time to react before he was letting go to pluck the open gloss and applicator wand from your fingers, nice enough to properly close and seal the product before his hands came back up to cup your jaw. “so, so, beautiful, baby,” he whispered before leaning in to press a wet kiss on your glossy lips. his hands angled your face up to his, forcing you to reciprocate his love. not that you’d ever reject his kisses.

“mmph, toru—“ you tried to get the words out, but his lips pressed even harder against your own, words gasped out between smooches, “they’ll be—here—mm—a-any min—minute.”

your hands came up to close around his own that rested on your face, hoping the touch would snap him out of his hungry state. it seemed to only rile him up, however, as his thigh moved to slip between your own plush thighs, dress riding up to forcefully make room for your now slightly spread legs. you let out a small squeak as his muscular thigh pressed perfectly against your throbbing clit, covered by lacy, black fabric. although it felt like one of your toughest missions to this date, you knew if you didn’t get the situation under control, you either wouldn’t make it out tonight or you were about to traumatize your friends. 

you brought your fingers to run through white strands for a moment before you tugged at them, the action causing satoru to pull away from you only enough for you to speak, “c’mon, baby. i have to fix my lips now. can you grab my new heels, pretty please?” 

your hand moved to wipe your nude lipstick that had transferred onto his lips, his mouth puckering to peck your thumb as you did so. he finally and reluctantly stepped back once you finished, not before swatting your ass when you turned back to the mirror to re-apply your lip gloss. he snickered at your yelp, “toru!” before walking out and into your walk-in closet to grab the shoes he knew you were referring to. sleek, tall loboutins that he had bought you a random afternoon this week as a surprise. 

you finally exited the bathroom to see him waiting already for you near the bed, his hand patting an empty space for you to take a seat. you followed his directions, sitting on the luxurious comforter. he then kneeled before you with the heels in his hands, bringing your right foot up to slide the heel on. once he was done with the first, he placed a sweet peck to your ankle, doing the exact same process with the other. before he could go any further with his affection, you heard a knock at the door, signaling your friends’ arrival. 

“just a minute!” you called out, standing to your now increased height, moving around to spritz your favorite perfume and grab your purse. satoru simply sat on the bed with a pout and watched you intently. his erection hadn’t gone down for a single moment since he first laid eyes on you.

”thank you, baby. i’ll be back later, okay?” you walked back up to him and pecked his cheek innocently, pulling back giving him a sultry smile you knew he’d love, “wait up for me,” you winked and ran out of the room, leaving behind your boyfriend who let out a loud groan at your sexy expression. 

the next couple hours were about to feel like an eternity.

“t-toru, right th-ere!” you moaned out loudly and shamelessly, your senses completely overwhelmed by your sorcerer boyfriend. he had you kneeling with your legs spread as wide as possible on the couch cushions, bent over the arm. your feet were up, heels locked behind his thighs to keep him pressed inside you as much as deeply as possible. his clothed chest was pressed to your back, dress pulled over your plump ass just enough for him to slip inside and be able to watch it bounce back against him. his arms were resting on either side of yours that were gripping the leather arm of the couch. your head was thrown back against his shoulder, allowing him to closely listen to any and all noises you’d let out.

“so perfect, baby. fuck, been waiting hours to feel this tight cunt around my cock. felt like you were gone forever. did you make me wait longer on purpose, angel? wanted to see just how needy i could get?” his deep, sultry voice in your ear had you keening, unable to do anything but take his sharp, hard thrusts into you. the noises you were both making were absolutely obscene, wet squelches echoing throughout the dark living room along with a combination of grunts and high pitched moans. 

satoru hadn’t even waited for you to make it to the bedroom once you made it back from dinner and drinks, instantly pouncing on you and taking you right in the first room of your shared apartment. 

“c’mon, baby, answer me. did you—“ he pulled his hips back enough for his thick length to almost slip completely out of your dripping hole, teasingly leaving in his weeping tip, “do it—“ he slammed back in roughly, making you let out a scream, eyes rolling back, “on purpose?” he resumed his hard, fast thrusts. 

“n-no! i—fuck! wanted to come b-back to you, toru! miss—missed you so much!” you wailed, turning your head to the side to look at him. your jaw was slackened, unable to keep in any noises. not that you’d want to—you knew how much satoru loved when you were loud, confirming just how much you loved him and his cock. 

“you’re such a dream, angel. missed you too, never want to let you out of my sight,” he responded, thrusts becoming somehow faster as he leaned in to kiss you sloppily, finally free to ruin your lipstick without a care in the world. your lips would connect for a moment before you were moaning into each other’s mouths, though you never separated far. it was like you were each other’s oxygen, needing to breathe each other in to survive

“m’so close, toru!” your eyebrows were furrowed as you pulled back enough to speak, a strand of saliva connecting your lips to his own, “more! n-need more, please!” you sobbed, unsure of what more you were exactly asking for. however, having the strongest as your lover meant he somehow knew exactly the push you needed to send you over the edge. his arm moved to wrap around your neck, essentially placing you in a headlock. he leaned back and pulled you with him, bringing you both into a praying position. your hands came up to dig your nails into his bicep and forearm, high pitched moans leaving your parted lips when his other arm came around to rub circles on your puffy, aching clit. you felt as if you were floating, euphoria completely transcending you into an abyss you never wanted to leave. 

satoru let out a deep groan at the feeling of your walls tightening around him, signaling your impending orgasm. “s-so tight, baby. cum for me, angel. i know you want to let go. you know i’d never deny you, so do it, cum all over this cock,” he breathed out against the side of your face, placing sloppy kisses on your jaw and cheek. the words alone sent you hurdling over the edge, slack jawed and eyes crossing in pleasure as you felt your peak overtake you, gushing out clear liquid that ran down his balls that were slapping against your ass, dripping all the way down your thighs and essentially ruining the sofa.

you let out a scream of pleasure, satoru’s name barely understood through your continuous wails. he kept fucking you through your orgasm, barely able to hold back his own once he felt just how much liquid you were pouring at his thrusts. you were barely blinking back to life when you suddenly found yourself on your back, feeling the soft comforter underneath you. you knew you were now in your bedroom. your dress was completely gone, leaving your naked body to arch off the bed as you were sent into a state of overstimulation. 

“t-toru? did you just t-teleport?” you stuttered out, hands coming up to now run over his bare abdomen, trailing up to wrap your arms around his neck, pulling him down to press against your front.

”needed to watch your pretty face cum with me, angel. you can give me one more, right?” he angled his hips downward to ensure his pelvis was grinding his happy trail against your clit, causing you to flinch hard.

”dunno if i can cum again, toru!” you panted out. his hand shot down to grab the back of your knee, bringing it up to open you up wider to his cock’s abuse. you whined at the combination of the stretch plus the way his hair was rubbing deliciously against your swollen nub. 

“i know you can, pretty girl. tell me what you need and i’ll do it. fuck, i’d do anything you asked me to. you’re my life,” his thrusts grew sloppier as he neared his own peak. 

“closer, toru!” you moaned, feeling the tightening of your lower stomach coil rapidly at his sweet words. 

he grabbed your ankle to bring it over his shoulder, then wrapped his arms around your back and middle to press your entire body against him, tits pressed firmly to his hard chest, your clit rubbing all over his lower abdomen. the feeling of his hot body against yours, arms wrapped securely around you and lifting your upper body off the bed while his cockhead jabbed against your g-spot was enough to have you gripping his hair to press his mouth against yours, slanting your lips over his to press a filthy kiss on his own. 

not even a moment later, you were squirting clear fluid all over his pelvis, abs, the bed, everywhere. the headboard was slamming against the wall, but it was no comparison to your high pitched scream of his name plus satoru’s loud moans as he felt your walls squeeze him impossibly tight, milking his cock entirely. the pornographic noises of your pussy squelching around him and the wet slaps of skin against skin rang throughout the room. the moment he felt the first bit of liquid hit his abdomen, he was cumming hard, unable to do anything but let his milky seed drip out of your hole and continue fucking you both through your highs. your face was a sight to behold; sultry eyes that he loved so much were scrunched shut, head thrown back with your hair splayed perfectly around you, mouth open in a perfect ‘o,’ he was hypnotized. he was unsure how long you were both letting ecstasy wash over you, but it felt like a lifetime. 

he finally slowed his pace before stopping completely, hearing your whimpers of overstimulation. your eyes were locked on his, eyebrows still slightly pinched as your tongue darted out to wet your lips. your skin was glistening with sweat, chest heaving from exertion just as his did the same. satoru felt his cock twitch at the sight, unable to fathom just how perfectly angelic you were. hence, your nickname.

he allowed your leg to slip off his shoulder, the appendage shaking as he brought it down to rest. you both let out breathy laughs at the sight, looking at each other with pure devotion and adoration. you felt your chest tighten with post-coital bliss, your fingers in gojo’s hair bringing his face closer to your own, pressing a soft kiss to his lips. he instantly reciprocated, both of you in a bubble of love.

which is why, when he suddenly felt your shaky legs come up to press against his sides, suddenly flipping you both over so that you were now on top of him, he was caught off guard. he understood the moment he sensed cursed energy flow through the room that you were restoring your strength to keep going. he looked up to see your angel face turned devilishly hungry, hands gripping his own to press them next to his head and into the mattress. his cock instantly hardened at the sight. 

“now, i told you i’d take care of you once i got home, didn’t i?”

⋆˚꩜｡ dilf!satoru proves to you that older men do it better 18+

Satoru Gojo has always been strictly off limits.

Too old for you— far, far too old.

The aging suits him. The way he’s filled out, a soft layer settling over the rigid muscle underneath. The smile lines, his eyes crinkling more and more with every cocky smile.

You’re not exactly sure how it happened. Maybe it was too much of that cheap rosé you guzzle like water, too much of the whiskey he nurses sitting at the bar, pointedly pretending to not watch you.

All you know is one minute you’re watching him over the rim of your wine glass, and the next you’re bent in half in the backseat of his car, ankles by his ears.