plagued by chaos, chi

Satoru Gojo loves to see the print of his cock in your stomach - the way it bulges as he slowly fucks in and out of your messy little hole.

How can he not love it?

It it just his size kink though, is it just how possessive he is, feral once he's buried most of his nine inches inside your pretty, eager cunt? Or is it also the simple fact that Satoru wants to breed you.

God it's all he can think when he looks at it, moving up and down ever so slowly, pink drooling tip bruising your puffy cervix. How badly he wants those Gojo heirs in your tummy and how many he wants from you.

"Hah - six. That would be fitting, hmm?" Your eyes are rolled back in your skull, cunt quivering around his thick cock, gasping out when he grips your chin, turning it to face him. "Whatya think, sweetheart?"

"Six... huh?" You blink rapidly, moaning when he folds you in a mean mating press, your knees shoved against your tits, gasping out as you look into insane blue eyes. "Toru..."

"Six," he repeats, cock fucking your messy cunt faster, moaning when you grip him and drip like that, huge hands pressing and dimpling the flesh of your thighs. "Six would be so perfect."

You're fucked out and confused, hands gripping the sheets as the leader of the Gojo clan fucks you dumb on his cock. You barely are able to get a breath, lips swollen from his prior kisses, blinking some sense into yourself.

"Six eyes?" He laughs then, throwing his head back, before lowering, heavy weight pressing you into his mattress, cupping your face in those big hands.

"Exactly sweetheart, six heirs, isn't it perfect?" You gasp out. "Mmm, yeah, I know. We already have to start on your first, but don't worry. I can tell you're ovulating, tits so full, cunt so puffy. Ah baby we are gonna have at least six."

"Six... babies!? Satoru Gojo - ngh!"

Satoru makes sure to fuck his pretty wife into the mattress, laughing softly at how cute you are. He makes sure you cum over and over on his thick length, squirting and gushing a creamy mess down his blankets. You deserve it of course.

You also deserve to be full of his babies.

"Six. Hah... aww, you crying baby? Don't worry, I'll make sure you keep cumming, till there's not a thought in your brain," You're quivering and spasming underneath him. Nails pressing into his biceps, making him groan out. "That's it. She's so ready for all this cum.... you just deserve so much inside you."

Six Gojo heirs.

Suguru is so patient with his sweet, shy girlfriend who still can't take all of him even after a few times together.

every single time, without fail, your small hands end up pressed flat against his abs, keeping him from sinking in all the way. and he never pushes it—just watches you with those dark, half-lidded eyes while you're already making such a mess on just half his cock, whimpering and clenching around him like you're trying so hard to be good for him.

"that's it, baby," he murmurs, one big hand covering both of yours on his stomach, holding them there. "take what you can. don't hurt yourself." but his voice is strained, jaw tight, because fuck—you're so wet and tight and he can feel you fluttering around him, and he wants nothing more than to just sink in deep and stay there.

you're babbling apologies, face hot with embarrassment because you can see how much of him is still outside, glistening and dripping with you. "i'm sorry, i'm sorry, 'm trying—"

"shh, none of that," he says, leaning down to kiss your forehead, your cheeks, so sweet it makes your chest ache. "you're doing so well, angel. look how good you're taking me already." his thumb finds your clit and you gasp, back arching, and he groans when you clench down hard. "there you go. just like that."

he starts moving in shallow thrusts, just working the half he can fit, and it's already so much—the stretch, the fullness, the way his tip keeps hitting that spot that makes your toes curl. you're soaking him, obscene wet sounds filling the room, and you want to die from how embarrassing it is.

"listen to that," he breathes, eyes dark and focused on where you're connected. "making such a pretty mess on my cock, baby. getting me all wet." his hand slides from your clit to your hip, gripping tight. "think you can take a little more for me? just a little?"

you nod frantically even though you're not sure, because you want to be good for him, want to give him everything. he pushes in another inch, slow and careful, watching your face the whole time. your hands scrabble against his abs but he's stronger, holding himself there while you adjust.

"breathe, sweetheart," he coaxes. "that's my girl. so fucking tight for me. you're perfect, you know that?"

and even though you still can't take all of him, even though your hands are still trying to keep him from going too deep, he looks at you like you've given him everything—like you're everything—and somehow that makes the embarrassment worth it.

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you’d never done this before. not like this. not with your head between someone’s thighs and theirs between yours, not with the heat of his breath teasing your cunt as your mouth hovers just shy of his cock. it should feel awkward. it should feel like too much. but it doesn’t. not when it’s him. not when it’s satoru, stretched out beneath you, mouth already dragging open-mouthed kisses along your inner thigh like he’s been waiting for this moment for years.

he hums low when you shift your hips, when your cunt brushes his lips. “there you go, baby,” he murmurs, like you’re doing something brave. like you’re giving him a gift. his hands come up to hold your hips, thumbs stroking slow, calming, and then he kisses you right on the center of your puffy pussy—soft and wet. you gasp. he grins.

“you’re already soaked,” he mutters, tongue sliding up your slit like he’s tasting it just to confirm. “you that worked up from just bein’ on top of me?” he laughs.

“fuck, that’s hot.”

you try to respond, but his tongue flicks your clit and your brain shorts out. instead, you focus on what’s in front of you—his cock, thick and flushed and already leaking precum, resting heavy against his stomach. it twitches when you wrap your hand around it. twitches harder when you lean in and lick the tip, tasting him like you’re trying to understand what he likes. he groans deep beneath you when you do it again.

“don’t be shy,, baby” he mumbles against your cunt. “i can take it.”

you hum, sinking your mouth over the head of his cock, your tongue pressing along the underside. he hisses, hips twitching just a little. but he doesn’t lose focus. not satoru. no, he doubles down—spreading you open and sucking your clit into his mouth like he’s starving, like eating you out is the only thing that matters right now. he moans into you when your throat tightens around him, when you slide a little deeper, bobbing your head slow, your spit mixing with the slick already dripping down his shaft. everything feels messy. hot. unreal.

“fuck, you’re good at this,” he groans, voice muffled against your pussy. “so good, baby—keep goin’, just like that—”

your thighs tremble around his head, cunt pulsing from the way his tongue moves—flicking, then flattening, then circling your clit while his fingers slip lower, sliding two of them inside you like he wants to fill every inch of you, mouth and pussy both. you moan around his cock, the vibration making him curse again, hips bucking gently up into your throat.

you’re both breathing heavy now. the sound of it fills the room, wet and slick and filthy, your cunt squelching as he pumps into you with slow, steady pressure, your mouth working over his cock with more confidence the more he moans for you. your cheeks are wet. your thighs are shaking. he’s fucking groaning into your pussy like it’s the best thing he’s ever tasted and you believe him, believe it down to your bones because the way he’s eating you doesn’t feel performative—it feels desperate.

you pull back with a gasp, drool running down your chin as you whimper, “satoru—i’m gonna—”

“don’t stop,” he growls into your leaking cunt. “cum for me. right now, pretty girl. wanna feel it on my face.”

and you do. it slams into you fast, hard, dizzying—your whole body jerks as you cum all over his tongue, thighs squeezing his head, hips grinding down against his face as he moans and licks you through it like it’s the last thing he’ll ever do.

he doesn't even give you a warning. just keeps mouthing at your pussy like he’s starving—tongue pushing in, sucking messily, groaning low into your cunt like he’s getting off on every one of your whines. you're barely holding yourself up, thighs already trembling from how good it feels, but he’s so fucking deep in it, hands gripping your ass like he’s keeping you there forever.

you’re still working his cock between your lips, sloppy and slow, spit dribbling down your chin from the stretch. he’s thick and flushed, twitching in your mouth with every moan you let out, like the sounds are winding him up faster than anything else.

and then—he chokes out a groan, loud and guttural, hips bucking once, twice. “fuck—baby, your mouth—”

his cock throbs against your tongue before you feel him spill down your throat, hot and thick, the way his whole body tenses beneath you like he’s short-circuiting. but he doesn’t stop. not even for a second. not even while he’s cumming. his mouth stays on you, tongue lapping through your folds with messy, desperate strokes like he needs to taste every drop of you. like your pleasure is the only thing keeping him grounded.

you swallow around him, moaning around the last of it, and the vibrations make him twitch again. he growls into your pussy, pulling you down even harder. everything’s slick and breathless and soaked. your thighs are shaking, his chest is heaving.

“fucking perfect,” he breathes when you lift your head, your mouth wet and swollen. his mouth glistens with you. his eyes are hazy. and still, he opens them like he wants more.

you’ve been eye-fucking your bodyguard for months now.

ever since your dad slapped that title on him, you haven’t had a single moment where you weren’t picturing what he’d be like in your bed.

bodyguard!toji is a walking temptation— scarred skin stretched over his muscle, tall enough to make you feel tiny, that slow, knowing smirk always in place like he sees straight through to the dirtiest parts of your mind. it shouldn’t turn you on this much. it does.

he’s old enough to be your dad, but god, that just makes it hotter. boys your age don’t even matter anymore. you’ve soaked through too many sheets imagining his cock stretching you instead of your fingers, his rough hands holding you down, whispering the dirtiest shit right in your ear. he’s big— you can tell just from the way he’s built. the dick’s gotta be good.

tonight, after stumbling home from the club with alcohol buzzing in your veins, you finally snap.

you drag him into your room, slamming the door shut, your body pressed against his before he can protest. “c’mon, toji,” you slur, your fingers twisting in his shirt, feeling the hard ridges of his abs underneath. “i know you want me. been staring at my ass all night.”

he chuckles low, that gravelly sound vibrating through you, but he doesn’t budge. “you’re drunk, kid. sleep it off.”

kid. the word pisses you off, heat flooding your core. you shove closer, grinding against his thigh just to feel him tense. “i’m not a fucking kid. and don’t lie- you’re dying to fuck me. i’ve seen you looking.”

his smirk sharpens, eyes dark as he look down on you. “i’m just doin’ my job, princess. your old man’s orders. keepin’ you safe, nothin’ more.”

bullshit. your hand shoots down, grabbing his belt and cupping the obvious bulge straining his pants. he’s rock-hard, throbbing under your palm. “yeah? dad didn’t order you to get this fucking hard for me, did he?”

that does it.

something in toji finally snaps. “you little tease,” he rasps, voice thick with want. “struttin’ around in those tight dresses, actin’ like i don’t see how wet you get every time i look at you. think i haven’t noticed? fuck it. i’m giving you every inch you’ve been whining for.”

his mouth crashes onto yours, hard and hungry, tongue forcing its way in to tangle with yours, tasting like smoke and whatever alcohol he drank earlier. spit slicks your lips as he bites down, drawing a needy whimper from you, his big hands yanking your dress up and ripping your panties clean off with a snap.

he tosses you onto the mattress like you weigh nothing, legs splaying wide, your needy cunt exposed while he towers above, yanking his shirt over his head, shoving slacks and boxers down in one motion. his cock springs free, thick and veined, slapping hard against his carved abs with a wet smack.

the tip’s flushed angry red, slit weeping fat drops of precum that land warm and sticky on your thigh. he grips himself, stroking once, twice, eyes never leaving your face.

“ain’t got a condom,” he said, thumb smearing the slick over the head. “you gonna let me hit this pussy raw, baby?”

“yes, god, please,” you beg, cunt clenching just at the sight of him, already soaked and pulsing. ready to be used.

he smacks his heavy cock down on your dripping slit— loud, sloppy slaps that make you twitch and leak even more, mess smearing everywhere. he forces your thighs apart till it hurts, slinging your knees over his shoulders so you’re folded in half and helpless. “time to get this sloppy hole fucked proper, baby. keep your eyes on me, yeah? tell me when it hurts”

“mkay..” you whimpered, bottom lip between your teeth as you look up at him with those needy eyes.

he thrusts forward, bulbous head popping through your tight ring, the stretch so intense and perfect it whites out your vision for a second.

you’re convinced you’re splitting in two— or at least that’s what it feels like. he’s just too fucking big, every thick inch prying you open like you’re being torn apart in the best way.

your walls flutter and spasm around him as he feeds himself deeper, slowly, your nails clawing red lines into the thick meat of his arms.

you turn your head, trying to hide how wrecked you already are.

toji’s hand shoots to your jaw, rough fingers yanking your face back so your eyes lock on his. “nah, eyes here,” he growls, low and mean. “you look away again and i stop. you wanted this, remember? begged for me to fuck you- now watch while i stuff you full.”

you moan brokenly, eyes rolling back as he bottoms out to the hilt, making you feel so full. his heavy balls pressed flush against your ass, that fat tip kissing your cervix that makes your legs shake.

he doesn’t wait and start moving, hips snapping with brutal force, making the bed creaking under you. your tits bounce wildly, his hands everywhere, squeezing, gripping your ass red as he folds you into a mating press, knees pinned by your ears. “so fuckin’ wet, baby. hear that? your pussy’s slurpin’ me up, creamin’ all over my cock.”

it’s a mess, your cunt gushing slick with every slam, pooling under your ass, slicking his cock shiny, leaving the sheets soaked. your moans spilling out loud, mixing with the sloppy wet smacks of skin on skin. you’re already lost. fucked-out. who wouldn’t be? no boy before ever came close— always too vanilla, clueless, couldn’t make you cum if their life depended on it. toji? he’s doing it like a random chore.

he pulls out just to smack your cunt— wet, hard slap that makes you buck and whine. then he’s on you, lifting your hips, spreading your legs wide in the air. his tongue dives in, lashing your clit, sucking it hard “mmh, listen to how wet you are... pussy’s fuckin’ perfect, baby” he snarls between licks. he buries deeper, fucking you with his mouth until you cum hard, squirting in messy pulses, coating his face and dripping off his chin.

he laps it up greedily, groaning. “mmh good girl. now take this dick again.”

you’re boneless, but he flips you easy, yanking your hips up and slamming back in from behind, your face pressed flat on the sheets, ass up in the air, your moans turning into loud sobs as he ruts into you like a beast. “arch that back, baby. let me see this ass jiggle.” his fingers dig into your waist, bruising, pulling you onto him harder to fuck you deeper, your walls milking him as you cream on him again, white rings forming at his base.

he spits on your puckered hole, thumb circling the rim teasingly, not pushing in but making you clench tighter. “fuck, you’re grippin’ me so good. gonna make me bust deep in this sloppy pussy.”

he scoops you up in one rough motion, his hands digging into the meat of your ass, spreading you open as he drops you back down onto his cock. “s-shiiit— tojiii!” you wail, feeling his cock deeper now, almost like hes in your fucking stomach.

you wrap your legs around his waist, heels digging into his lower back for leverage. your tits flatten painfully sweet against his chest, nipples caught and rubbed raw with every bounce. he fucks up into you relentlessly— bouncing you on his dick like some fuckdoll, his cock stretching you wide, fat head battering that spot that makes your eyes roll and your mouth fall open in silent screams.

your walls flutter and grip, trying to keep him buried while slick runs down his balls in messy rivulets. “mmh fuck— take it, baby” he growls, voice rough against your throat. “show me how bad you fuckin’ need my cum, yeah? ride it out and squeeze me till i’m paintin’ your insides white.”

you’re dumb now, babbling incoherent nonsense, drool trailing from your lips as he kisses you again, tongues sloppy and desperate.

his hips starts to stutters, thrusts turning erratic and punishing before he slams you down one last brutal time, burying himself balls-deep. “take it all— fuuuck— take my cum, sweetheart—”

thick, hot ropes of cum flood you in heavy spurts, coating every inch inside until you’re throbbing and overflowing.

cum seeps out around the base of his cock in creamy white streaks, mixing with your own slick and dripping in slow, viscous trails down the crease of your ass, his thighs, pooling in a warm, messy puddle on the floor below. he rocks gently through it, circling his hips, milking himself empty while you twitch and leak around him.

you collapse together back on the bed, both panting, his load trickling down your thighs in thick, creamy trails. last thing you knew is that you were passing out.

. . .

morning light filters in, your body aching deliciously but when you roll over, toji’s already up, getting dressed.

you grin lazily. “stay. fuck me again.”

he leans down, rough thumb brushing your swollen bottom lip. “temptin’, doll. but your old man’s downstairs waitin’ on me— says he wants a full report on how well i ‘protected’ his little girl last night.” he chuckles low, nipping your ear. “don’t worry, i’ll tell him you’re safe… real safe. just might leave out how you milked my cock dry and begged for seconds like the greedy little thing you are.”

he straightens up, adjusting the bulge that’s already twitching again. “see you later, sweetheart. wear somethin’ easy to rip off.”

you hadn’t even said it like it was a big thing. it came out casual, almost lazy, while you were leaning against the counter watching him wrestle your nephew into submission, one arm locking the kid against his side while the other stole the toy truck back out of his hands. the kid was laughing so hard he could barely breathe. toji looked… natural doing it. like nothing in the world could knock him off balance.

“you’d be a good dad,” you said.

you didn’t see his face change then. but you felt it later.

because later, when he finally got you alone, there was nothing harmless about the way he bent you over the dining table in your apartment, palms flattening you down until your chest met the wood and your ass tipped up for him without resistance. the sound of his belt unbuckling was sharp. impatient. you barely had time to inhale before he pushed inside you in one long, punishing thrust that knocked the breath straight out of your lungs.

“good dad,” he muttered behind you, voice low and dark, already fucking into you like he was working something out of his system. “that what you see when you look at me?”

your cunt was already soaked, obscene sounds filling the room as he dragged out and slammed back in, thick and relentless, his cock hitting deep enough to make your fingers slip on the table’s edge. your legs shook. your head dropped forward.

“toji—”

his hands locked around your hips, grip brutal, thumbs digging in like he wanted to leave marks. he leaned over you, chest heavy against your back, breath hot at your ear. “answer me,” he said. not loud. not asking.

“y—yes,” you gasped. “i think you would.”

that was the moment he lost whatever restraint he’d been pretending to have. his thrusts turned ruthless. shorter. harder. like he was trying to fuck the thought into you, like every snap of his hips was punctuation. he reached up, fist tangling in your hair, yanking your head back until your spine arched and your mouth fell open.

“you say shit like that,” he growled, “and expect me not to fuck you full?”

your body betrayed you instantly. your cunt clenched tight around him, greedy and desperate, like it wanted exactly that. toji let out a short, breathless laugh.

“fuckin’ knew it,” he muttered. “sweet thing like you… all soft until i put my hands on you.” he slid one hand down your stomach, palm pressing hard just above where he was splitting you open, feeling himself inside you. the pressure made your vision blur. “you want me takin’ care of you?” he said. “keepin’ you like this? full and mine?”

your answer came out broken, strangled, your body shaking as pleasure built too fast, too hard. he felt it—the way you tightened, fluttering uncontrollably around his cock.

“shit,” he hissed. “don’t squeeze me like that—”

you came with a cry, body locking up, cunt spasming around him so hard it dragged a groan from his throat. he followed immediately, hips slamming forward one last time before he stayed buried deep, cock pulsing inside you as he spilled, hot and heavy, no warning, no pullout.

he stayed there while it happened. all of it. his breath ragged, body pressed into yours, cum leaking out anyway despite how deep he was. he noticed the mess dripping down your thighs and clicked his tongue. “wastin’ it already,” he muttered.

he pulled back just enough to shove two fingers inside you, pushing it back in with no patience, no gentleness, making you whimper from how sensitive you were.

“nah,” he said. “keep it.”

your legs nearly gave out. he caught you easily, hauling you upright against his chest, cock still thick inside you, hand spreading possessively over your stomach.

“you’d be a fuckin’ perfect mom,” he said, voice quieter now. “and if that makes me a good dad?” his hips rolled once more, making you gasp. “then i guess i’ll live up to it.”

the room is dim and lit only by the soft glow of the bedside lamp. satoru is kneeling between your spread thighs on the bed, his long fingers slick with lube and your own arousal as they work you open with slow strokes.

two fingers are scissoring gently, stretching your tight cunt while his thumb circles your clit in maddening and lazy circles.

you’re trembling, thighs quivering and breath hitching every time he curls his fingers just right. he’s been at this for what feels like forever; patient, teasing and whispering filthy praises against your skin.

“still so tight, angel,” satoru murmurs while his lips brush the inside of your thighs, “gonna need a lot more practice before this pussy can take me. don’t wanna hurt my pretty little virgin.”