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𝗁𝖾 𝖿𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗌 𝖺𝗌𝗅𝖾𝖾𝗉 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝗁𝖾 𝖾𝖺𝗍𝗌 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗈𝗎𝗍... ﹙ 🪷 ﹚

it happens so many times.

but it's not his fault, okay? eating your pussy just shuts his brain off. like his whole fucking body just relax. it's the only time he's not thinking about shit. just warmth and wet and you.

and he's down there for hours so yeah he gets sleepy. your thighs are so soft around his head he can't hear anything outside them. just the wet little sounds and your breathing. your smell is all over his face and he loves it. loves sucking your clit slow and lazy, tongue flat and heavy. groaning into you just to feel you shake.

he already made you cum twice. he's on his knees on the floor, face pressed into you so deep his nose is smushed against your pubic bone, drool and your slick all down his chin. you're gripping his hair tight, grinding down on his mouth.

fuck you're so close.

right there right there right there—

his tongue slows.

his jaw goes slack.

huh?

he fell asleep already.

mouth still open. lips still wrapped around your clit, sucking weakly. letting out soft little snores.

it's okay. you already got permission. he said you can use his face to get off if he ever fall asleep.

so just grab his hair and ride his face until you cum. use his nose, his tongue, whatever. he's out cold. won't wake up until you're shaking.

"oh. i fell asleep again, didn't i?"

masterlist.

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you spread your legs for him earlier, so how come it feels more embarrassing now?

"what's wrong? earlier, you were begging for more, now you can't even look at me while im taking care of you?"

nope. you couldn't even bear to look at him with raw vulnerability as he worked you out down there.

satoru was positioned between your thighs, opening your folds with two fingers as he applied the balm with his other hand. his touch was light, almost clinical as it ran over your inner labia. the skin he spent all night ravaging was now getting taken care of.

"it's just skin, baby. there's nothing you haven't already shown me a dozen times tonight."

a low hum escaped his lips as he dipped his thumb in the balm, bringing it back to your vulva as he rubbed it on your swollen clit. the clit he spanked over and over, completely fraying its nerves.

"no..its not—," you choked on your breath, shaking your head. "its not really..just skin.."

when he pulled back your clit hood and used his thumb to apply a gentle, cooling swipe on the direct bud, you realized your weak protests meant nothing. useless whimpers and whines fell on deaf ears.

he stilled his movements for a moment before stroking again.

"i know its not," he whispered, his voice dropping an octave. "that's why you're acting like this, isn't it?"

you didn't have an answer. not when you were completely exposed to him in the most intimate and vulnerable way ever.

both of his elbows kept your thighs open to make sure he could see every part of you, every part of the flesh he had been shown tonight. your clit was an angry red beneath this thumb, still throbbing and twitching from every light touch. your inner labia were completely chafed by the brutal friction of his cock, the skin raw and glistening in the substance of the balm.

a deep sigh escaped him, a small pout tugged on his lips when he realized how rough he may have been. it was a repeated motion—dip his thumb in the balm, apply it on your vulva.

when the pad of his thumb smoothed the crimson part of your inner fold, your thighs trembled and clamped from the touch despite how careful it was.

"nope. absolutely not."

his voice wasn't angry, but it had the same authority he used when around others. before you could full close up, he pushed his elbows deeper on your thighs, applying just enough pressure to keep them wide open.

"don't close up. if i don't fix this now, you're gonna complain tomorrow about how much it stings."

the sight of satoru casually applying vulva balm in the area between your thighs was infinitely more embarrassing than him pounding like a beast inside you.

this was softer, more careful compared to the aggressive sex you had earlier. this wasn't the side of satoru you were usually exposed to, therefore every touch felt like a blow to your ego. not because he was softening up, but because you felt like a baby getting a bandaid on a boo boo.

in this situation, there was no move or retort you could say that could switch the power dynamic.

"remind me why you're doing this again?" your tone was seasoned with a pinch of sassiness beneath the fluster.

satoru looked up at you. he watched the way you rolled your eyes and dreadfully dragging your hands down your face, admiring the sight of you so helpless beneath him.

he couldn't help but let out a genuine chuckle at your usual attitude. "because you're mine..thats why."

his touch became softer, slower, more deliberate as he massaged the balm in, ensuring the substance absorbed in your irritated skin.

"and who else is going to handle you when you get like this? you'd probably try to walk off the soreness and end up face planting in the middle of the hallway." he added, a small smirk tugging on his lips.

"but i'm independent, aren't i? i'm a grown woman and you're treating me like a baby."

the fire in his eyes started to return as you retorted. his thumb moved idly and slowly like all his attention came back to your words.

"sweetheart, you were begging for me to ruin you ten minutes ago. i don't think 'independent' was exactly the word coming out of your mouth when you were wrapped around me."

he opened your folds, checking that he treated all the spots he ruined. then he leaned forward to place a tender kiss on your temple.

"you're a grown woman, yeah," he continued. "but even grown women need someone to clean up the mess they make."

"you're the one who made me a mess. is that my responsibility?"

satoru froze. he watched the way your eyes narrowed when you looked at him, defensive and fierce.

a slow grin spread across across his face.

"fuck, you're good." he breathed out, his voice rough with amusement. "technically.. no. it's not your responsibility to clean up after me. but i'm not asking you to take responsibility, baby. i'm telling you i'm taking it."

the humiliating, ego-bruising balm session finally ended. he crawled forward, draping a heavy arm over your waist as he dropped on the bed next to you.

"that's the difference between us," he murmured. his gaze was noticeably softer, tracing the shape of your lips. "you think this is about who's in charge or who owes what. but when i fuck you, i ruin you. the mess, the soreness, the way you can't even stand tomorrow? thats all mine. and since it's mine, i'm going to be the one to fix it."

right.

the tight knot of embarrassment in your stomach was replaced by the soft flutter of butterflies. despite how obnoxious this man could be, he always had a way to remind you that he wasn't as irresponsible as he displayed.

with you, he had the chance to strip away all the armor he wore to protect the parts of him that stayed reserved strictly for you.

vulnerability was so often viewed as a weakness. but watching him rest his head against your shoulder, you wondered if it was actually the absolute purest way to love someone.

"then have me," you whispered, feeling the heaviness of sleep pull you under. "have all of me."

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the dialogue def might be the strongest part of my piece. after multiple daydreaming sessions in my life and creating fake conversations, it led up to this.

Cathybrid! gojo x f!reader

⋮⋮ fluff ⋮⋮ baby fever ⋮⋮ lightly suggestive ⋮⋮ domestic ⋮⋮ cat hybrid ⋮⋮ catoru!!!

⋮ More hybrid aus?⋮

Satoru has been overly touchy and clingy these past few weeks. His eyes always on you, yet his mind somewhere far and unknown. He hasent been himself ever since that day you sat on his lap to trim his nails.

His hands wouldconstantly wander to your waist area, fingers dipping lower, tracing soft patterns over your abdomen. Youd be standing by the kitchen counter, making desert when hed show up behind you, his lips always near your ear.

"You didnt answer me earlier" he starts, his soft ears twitching beside your neck, tickeling you slightly. Slowly, he moves closer, legs shuffeling towards yours till his hips kiss with your backside, hip-bones of yours clicking with the kitchen counter.

Satoru rubs his face into where your neck meets your shoulders, his hairs gliding over your skin.

Its like hes trying to crawl into you.

"Huh?" You whisk the eggs for the cake batter, calculating how much flour is needed for a portion of two while he still has his mind on that one question he asked you that same night you were ontop of him.

"The baby" he deadpans, twisting his neck to look at you, resting his head on your shoulders from behind. "Were a hybrid and a human to love eachother, what would the creation of their lovelife be like?" His blue eyes scan your face for answers to quench his curiousities.

You sigh, pouring the whisked eggs in a seperate boul, ignoring your needy overgrown cat.

Hed leave you be for a moment, giving up on asking you further for long enough for you to start thinking that thought left his mind. Long enough for him to surprise you by bringing it back up a few days after while youre mid folding the laundry.

Satoru grabs your waist gently from behind, long fingers gripping your sides as he pulls you into him. "But pretty girl, dont you think its a bit boring here these past days? A kitten hybrid will surely fix that" His hot breath fans your ear, warm words entering your brain to play with your thoughts.

The end of his tail flicks over the back of your knee, tickeling you there.

"What, are you saying youre bored of me, toru?" You question, one hand of yours on his, pulling on his fingers to let go of you while the other sets your folded clothes away.

That only prompst him to pull you closer, holding you in place where your bodies collide - hips to hips with him leaning over you.

"No, never. Im enjoying your company a lot actually" You squirm again, glued to him no matter what.

"I can tell" you grit out once he leans closer forward, caging you into his body, wanting you flush against him. His eyes follow wherever you lead your folded pink panties to. You act like you didnt just notice that.

Bad kitty.

"So," his hands wander lower, sliding down untill they settle onto your hips "you wont consider an extra mini chair at our table?" With how much hes leaning over - and into - you, it wouldny be weird if he accidently pushed you onto your bed face first with him toppling over you.

"Look," you huff, throwing his newly washed tshirt into the wall before looking at him over your shoulders, steading yourself with your hands on the bed. "if you dont let go of me this instant, ill spray you with the water hose till your tail is all soppy and grey"

Sighing and whining like a kicked kitty, satoru pulls away slowly, his hands running down the side if your legs even slower before he pulls away fully, touch tender.

"Whatever you please, mistress" he mumbles softly. He lingers there behind you, his tail refusing to uncurl from your leg. He halts there behind you, waiting for you to straighten up and brush against him once again.

That greedy cat.

"Out. I need some time alone. Away from any cat" you breath out, flopping onto your bed the second the door clicks shut behind you.

God, hes been a handfull these days. Whats gotten into his brain?

the last position you’d expect a marriage proposal in was a mating press. gojo was balls deep inside, bullying your velvet walls with each stroke, but still somehow absolutely wrecked as he moved his hips.

“jesus christ, so tight, fuck,” he panted. his pupils were blown and his hair was mused. he twitched inside of you again at the sight of you underneath him. he thought you looked beautiful all fucked out all for him. he was giving all of himself to you, that was obvious enough. aside from the fact he was splitting you open with his cock, and his tip was kissing your cervix each time he bottomed out, he also kissed you like you were his last breath. he still whispered to you in a soft voice about how you beautiful you looked underneath him. how you were his everything. those should have been signs, yes, but he has always been smitten with you… so smitten that the idiot couldn’t wait to get down on one knee.

“i think about it—shit—every day,” he murmured. your walls hugged him tightly and he let out a low groan. the pleasure building in your stomach made you squirm. you arched your back every time your bodies became one again, saying his name like a prayer. his comment almost flew over your head. he was fucking you so good you almost forgot to ask him what he was droning on about.

“huh..? think about what?”

satoru cursed under his breath as your fluttered around him once more. “about being with you... forever and ever,” he exhaled, somehow reaching even deeper than before. you gasped, the feeling of him nested so deeply inside your cunt throwing you off guard. the drag of his cock against your walls caused you to whimper his name. the broken cries spilling from your lips was enough for satoru to come right there and then. already burying you to the hilt, satoru let go: shooting thick ropes of come deep inside your cunt, his chest heaved as he caught his breath. you followed soon after, orgasm crashing over you. you whispered satoru’s name as you came down from your high. you closed your eyes and relaxed. satoru rolled over beside you and did the same.

after a beat, he finally dropped the bomb: “i just wanna marry you,” he said quietly. you froze, now very much alert.

“i was supposed to wait until i set up a dinner and did it properly, but i was just so dee—”

“satoru!”

“er…i just got lost in the moment… either way, that’s how i feel.” he turned his head to face you, cerulean eyes now glossy. was he tearing up? you reached over and cupped his face gently, face breaking into a grin.

“of course i’ll marry you, don’t cry.”

his jaw dropped at that. “i am not crying.”

“you were totally going to,” you teased, “what? did you think i’d say no?”

satoru went quiet. his eyes darted away from yours, causing your heart to sink. the silence was deafening. never in a million years would you ever say no to him. he was your world.

“hey,” you whispered. “look at me.”

he slowly lifted his eyes to meet your own and your heart shattered once more. under the pale moonlight, his sad eyes looked even more dull. his uncertainty was a heavy weight that you wanted to relieve him of. he was his most vulnerable right now. he trusted you, and only you to see like this. to have him like this.

you pressed your lips in a firm line. “satoru, it’s a yes. a yes every time, in every universe, in every lifetime. i’m yours forever.” and with that, satoru's eyes shone again like they always have. well, at least they did when he was looking at you.

Summary: Satoru helps you fall asleep after a stressful day that's left you restless.

CW: MDNI, fingering, p in v, prone, creampie, kinda somno? except Suguru is the one asleep, lots of praise, lots of dirty talk from Satoru, trying and failing to stay quiet during sex, biting Satoru's bicep, poly marriage/ established relationship.

WC: 2.5k

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You’ve tossed and turned in bed for over an hour now. It feels like there’s static in your joints and no amount of fidgeting subdues it. Your body is exhausted, you spent all day running around campus and getting ready for the upcoming exchange event. You walked at least 10k steps and did so much talking and coordinating, you were drained. And there was still more to do tomorrow, your brain continuously added to the mental to do list you had. 

You needed to go to sleep, but your mind would not shut off. Your muscles ached with soreness and were begging for relief, but the to do list kept growing. 

Suguru returned from a mission today and went to bed early. You were exhausted by then, so you decided to go to bed with him. But here you are, lying next to an unconscious Suguru who's already been asleep for hours and you are nowhere close to winding down. 

You huffed every time you looked over at him, jealous of his ability to fall asleep so easily. The longer you lie here, the less sleep you’re going to get, and you have to be well rested for tomorrow. It’s going to be just as busy as today was. 

The bedroom door creaks open and Satoru steps in on soft feet, trying not to disturb his sleeping spouses. You perk up at his entrance, “You’re still awake?” He whispers in the darkness. 

“Yes- I can’t fall asleep, “ you murmur in frustration. 

Satoru undresses just to his boxers and slides under the covers next to you; him on the edge of the bed and you sandwiched between your husbands. 

He wraps an arm around you and pulls you in until your back is flush with his chest. A few of your nerves ease at the warmth of him surrounding you - maybe now you’ll be able to fall asleep. 

“You have a busy day today?” He whispers from behind you. 

“Yeah and I still got more to do tomorrow.” The mere reminder made you groan, “I just can’t turn my brain off.” You squirm under his embrace, feeling that restless sensation in your legs again. 

He holds you tighter, trying to reduce the squirming, but it doesn’t work. Your legs still feel like they have a mind of their own. You’re fidgeting around so much, you don’t realize you’re practically grinding your ass against Satoru’s growing erection. 

A forced twitch from beneath his boxers brings the realization of what you’re doing to him, “Sorry, I’m just tryna get comfortable.” 

“Don’t apologize…” he speaks directly into your ear and it sends shivers up your spine. 

Satoru was half hard by the time you stopped bumping into him, finally getting your legs to settle down. But your mind was still racing, the more you tried to turn it off, the worse it got. 

“Tomorrow’s gonna be horrible if I can’t go to sleep,” you say into the darkness, hoping he has some magical solution for your insomnia.  

He chuckles softly to himself, “Let me help you.” His hand dances its way down to between your legs and squeezes the soft skin of your thighs. 

“Satoru… I-” You’re about to tell him that you don’t have time for this. 

He cuts you off, “Don’t you always pass out after you cum?”

“Yes, but Suguru’s right there!” 

“Then you’ll just have to be quiet,” his palm starts rubbing against your covered center and you’re immediately giving in. He’s not wrong, the flood of oxytocin will definitely put you to sleep. 

His left hand stays between your thighs while he threads his right arm under your head, bringing it across your chest to cage you in. 

He rests his head atop of yours so that he can whisper straight into your ear and drive you insane. He pushes your shorts down just enough to give him access. 

He softly presses against your clit and pushes his throbbing length into your ass. You suck in a breath, trying not to moan or make any obvious noises. 

He begins making agonizing circles over your bundle of nerves, “Why didn’t you just say you needed taken care of?” 

“Because sex was the last thing on my mind.”

“Good thing I came in when I did…” he continued rubbing your clit until enough arousal collected between your folds. 

He kept his thumb on your clit and slid his middle finger inside you. Your walls fluttered around him and you squeaked out a moan, cutting it off before it could get louder. 

“Shhh… don’t wanna wake Sugu.” He nestles his face into the crook of your neck, alternating between light kisses and suckling on your skin. 

Your back arches, pressing your ass firmly against his erection and he hisses. 

Suguru stirred for a moment, pulling the blanket further up on him. You both stilled and went silent, waiting for confirmation Suguru was still asleep. 

Once he went back to his unmoving state, Satoru began pumping his finger in and out, building a steady rhythm along with his thumb that was still playing with your clit. 

You sealed your palm over your lips in an attempt to muffle the whimpers spilling out of you. Unable to control how your body was reacting to Satoru’s fingers. 

He built up to a rhythm that had your body quaking, he was fucking you with his fingers and driving right into your gspot. 

Your hips bucked and your entire body squirmed at trying to control yourself. You were not practiced with being quiet when your husbands were pleasuring you. So, this task was proving to be pretty difficult. 

“What’d you think Sugu would do if he woke up right now? Think he’d be a little pissed we didn’t wake him?” His low voice traveling into your ear made your eyes roll back in your head. 

“Should we tell him what we did tomorrow or keep it as our little secret? It’s kinda hot isn’t it, tryna stay quiet while he’s right there…” 

You knew Suguru wouldn’t care, but the idea of what you’re doing being wrong or dirty, only made the heat inside you grow hotter. 

Satoru’s cock was pinned against your ass and he started grinding his hips into you, chasing some friction of his own. “I think you should cum twice, once by my fingers and the other by my cock. How's that sound?” 

You absent mindedly nodded your approval. You no longer cared about how much sleep you were going to get tonight, Satoru had taken over your entire mind and body. 

He emphasized each plunge into your wet heat with a curl of his finger, just enough to hit that spot inside you and make your mind scatter. 

You were progressively getting louder, your hand wasn’t enough anymore and you were trying to keep your mouth closed. But every time his finger rutted back into you, your mouth would fall open all over again. 

He brought his arm up that was caging you in, “Here- use my arm. You’re not very good at keeping quiet.” 

You sealed your lips against the large muscles in front of you and were essentially making out with it. Your lips and mouth needed a distraction to stifle the noises that kept escaping. 

And good timing on his part to offer his arm as a gag because you were already about to cum. Your arousal was spilling out of you, coating your thighs and his hand. Each pump of his finger is as pleasurable as the last, urging that tight coil in your core to snap. 

“Love that I can tell when you’re close, I just know your body so well…” He’s pouring honey down your ear while he brings you to your climax, “My poor wife, so restless that I’m the only thing that can help you.” 

Your orgasm snuck up on you, a pulsating heat rippling through your pelvis. Your legs slammed shut on Satoru’s hand, all the muscles contracting involuntarily. And your snug heat sucking his finger in even deeper. 

You had to bite down on his bicep to keep from crying out. His fingers worked you through your orgasm and his muscles acted as a good gag for you. 

Satoru’s erection was threatening to tear out of his boxers. Once the last spasm of your walls pulled at his finger, he was disengaging to free himself. He stroked himself a few times, covering himself in your arousal that coated his hand. 

He pushed inside you with such ease, probably trying not to move the bed too much. You have to resecure your mouth on his arm because the stretch was too much to handle. 

Your walls molded around him perfectly and you could hear his breaths become uneven from behind you. “So good for me- you feel so good,” he murmurs as he bottoms out. 

Your eyes strained in the dark to focus on Suguru, making sure he stayed asleep. The small night light illuminating enough of the room so that you could see the outline of his features. Facing Suguru while Satoru slid into you only made it all that much more arousing. Watching Suguru sleep and completely unaware of what’s happening right next to him. 

Satoru was fully sheathed inside you, unmoving as he nipped at your neck, “Think you can cum for me again?”

You tried to say yes, but it came out as a drawn out whimper because Satoru was starting to move inside you. 

“Good girl. Just stay quiet and your husband will take care of you.” He was moving at a pace that wasn’t nearly fast enough, but wasn’t moving the bed either. Satoru wasn’t usually one to go slow during sex. His restraint always snapped and he’d lose all control with his spouses. If you wanted slow, heart arching sex like this, it was usually Suguru filling that position. But since he is unconscious right now, Satoru is gladly taking that spot. 

The pull and grind of his hips was hypnotic and rhythmic, like he was performing a dance only your bodies could follow. You were half tempted to wake Suguru to throw him into the mix, but you refrained. 

You brought a hand to Satoru’s arm and dug your finger nails in, trying to redirect the overwhelming pleasure so that it didn’t come out of your mouth. 

Satoru was sending all of his verbal pleasure straight into your ear; ragged breaths, deep sighs, and guttural groans that rumbled in his chest. The more he vocalized, the harder it became for you to not. 

The noises he was working out of you were absolutely pathetic. They were loud enough to be heard by Satoru, but hopefully not by Suguru. 

“I hope you’re this worked up tomorrow so I can fuck it out of you,” he growls into your neck as he leaves love bites behind, “Or you can always come find me on campus tomorrow…” 

The idea of fucking him in his classroom sends a shock wave through your body; being bent over his desk while he pounds into you from behind… You might have to take him up on his offer. 

“Maybe,” you squeak out, unable to produce more words than one at a time. 

“Or Suguru can help out tomorrow. We can worship your body, make you cum so many times you won’t be able to think straight.” His finger finds your clit again and you yelp at the extra stimulation. 

“Baby…” he mewls in an accusatory tone, knowing that yelp was a little too loud. 

You bury your face in his arm again, trying to imagine how you’re going to cum again without screaming. 

“Look, I think someone’s dreaming about us.” Satoru removes his finger from your clit for a second to point straight ahead to Suguru’s crotch. 

You peek a growing erection that's showing under the covers and you shudder at the mere sight of it. Suguru’s not even awake and his body is reacting to what’s going on next to him. 

Satoru’s finger goes back to your clit and with more intent this time. He’s drawing figure eights in perfect harmony with his hypnotic thrusts, threatening to send you to an early grave. 

“That’s so cute, his body reacting on pure instinct- just from hearing his wife in his dreams.” Satoru is purring in your ear, knowing that’s only getting you closer to your climax. 

Suguru stirs again, his hand going to his half hard cock and adjusting himself. He lets out a hushed noise that kinda sounds like a moan and you’re reeling even harder than before. 

Your husbands and you have executed every dirty fantasy you three had, but somehow this… this was stroking something in you that hadn’t been taped into yet. 

“S-Satoru… I’m close.” You gasp out, somehow out of breath. 

“Maybe if we’re loud enough, it’ll make Suguru cum too, huh?” He’s smirking against your ear and pushing you closer to the edge. 

“That would be hot,” you chirp out, kinda hoping that does happen. 

Satoru thrusts deepen, his cock rubbing along your gspot at every stroke and his finger quickens the movement on your clit. There’s absolutely no way in hell you’re going to be quiet when you cum. He’s working you up to scream his praises when you gush all over him. 

“C’mon baby… Cum for me, just one more and that’ll put you to sleep. Let me take care of you.” His voice laced with urgency, like your orgasm means more to him than his own. 

And that’s all the encouragement you need to fall over the edge. You bite down hard on his bicep and cry out into his muscles. The pulsing ecstasy raking its way through your body is earth shattering. And it’s only amplified by trying to stifle it.

Your cosy walls massage Satoru’s throbbing length and he’s also losing his mind. Muttering profanities, babbling nonsense, “That’s it baby… so good. Cum on my cock, you deserve it.” 

The blood roaring through your ears dampens how loud you’re actually being. Your eyes stay forward and Suguru is somehow still dead asleep. 

The first gush of Satoru floods deep inside you and he keeps thrusting, working you both to the bitter end of your climaxes. The mix of his cum and your arousal is spilling out of you and dripping down your thighs, making an absolute mess. 

Your moans subside with the last thrust of him driving his cum deeper. You both lay there for a moment, still connected. His heaving chest knocks into your back with each exaggerated inhale. 

He brushes your fly aways down, landing kisses on your hair line, “I’ll get you something to clean up with so you can go to sleep.” 

You let out a breathy, “Okay,” as he drags his cock out of you and you’re already aching from the emptiness. 

Your pounding heart reduces back to a steady, moderate rhythm. You force deep breaths in and regain control of your respirations while your eyes stay focused on Suguru - who is still asleep with a half hard dick. 

That dramatic flood of oxytocin was now being followed by a wave of melatonin. Your eyes grew heavy with each blink, trying to wait for Satoru to return. 

Your mind was void of any thought other than rest. Your brain was finally quiet for the first time today and your body ceased the opportunity. 

You were fully unconscious by the time Satoru returned with your wash rag.

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Beside you, Gojo, perched atop his own magnificent horse, a sleek black gelding named Onyx, looked entirely too comfortable for someone who was supposedly about to vanish from your life. Well, not entirely, but he’d be gone for a whole season. Three whole months without him, which, let’s be honest, is the longest you’ve ever been apart since you were children and started horse riding.

the x reader "consumers" on tumblr lowk are so entitled, i said consumer bcs these people do nothing to support the writers but complain about FREE fanfics that other people write for FUN and for the LOVE of the game.

i'm so tired of you people who can only pressure these writers, make memes, and ridicule them for writing something that was not fit to your standards or liking.

you don't even write or contribute anything to the community, don't even support or atleast reblogs to the writers you actually like.

Gojo is so romantic and basically worships you. Not too explicit but I think it’s still +18. Oh and it’s my first fic.

His fingertips gently traced the beauty marks scattered across your smooth skin. He connected the dots, imagining drawing constellations on your bare body. Your warmth had already melted him in your arms. Lazily, he nuzzled against your bosom, your natural, soft scent making him drowsy. He could sleep for hours like this, his face buried in your chest, inhaling your scent deeply, craving it more than oxygen.

He began placing soft kisses along your chest. You chuckled quietly and combed your fingers through his silky hair. His lips paused beneath your left breast, resting there against your skin.

Thump

Thump

Thump

Feeling the steady rhythm of your heartbeat, his eyes fluttered shut as he counted each beat, as if grounding himself in you. A small, almost reverent smile touched his lips.

He was so lucky.

You were alive. You were safe in his arms. You were the most beautiful woman in his eyes.

And you were his.

He started to pepper gentle kisses across your skin, softly wrapping his lips around your nipple and giving it a light suck. Now you were the one melting under his warm touch. You looked down into his eyes as he continued, slow and deliberate. A smirk curved his lips before he pulled away with a soft pop. He believed in equality so he leaned in to the other side to give it the same attention.

Your heartbeat quickened slightly, the quiet serenity of your shared bedroom wrapping around the two of you like a spell.

He lifted his head again and pressed his lips to the first beauty mark he found. Then another. And another. He shifted you gently into different positions, determined to kiss every single one he knew by heart.

He adored them. He found them so intimate. Precious. Like stars scattered across your body, constellations only he had memorized. The finishing touch of an artist’s masterpiece. Some were hidden in places only he was allowed to see, sacred spots reserved for a lover’s gaze.

His gaze.

He kissed every inch of you, worshipped every flaw and charm, until morning came.

Until you forgot your own name.

☆ NSFW (18+) ☆

now satoru gojo knew his dick game was fire (undefeated, he would probably argue) but he would be lying if he said he wasn't just a little concerned every time he saw those fat globs of tears beginning to form in the corners of your eyes, spilling down your cheeks as he hit your sweet spot perfectly every. single. time.

“y-you alright angel?” he huffed out, brows creased slightly as he eased himself in and out from your tight walls—abs tightening at the way your back arched up against the sheets.

he had you holding your own legs back, pressing them into the softness of your chest as he ploughed into you, soft whimpers and groans leaving both of your lips as he sped up.

“..m’fineeee,” you slurred, mascara beginning to run alongside your tears.

you thought it was only going to be like this the first time he fucked you—the feeling of his leaking tip pressing past your entrance, bullying its way into your slick walls making your vision blur with tears.

he felt guilty at first, slender fingers brushing away your tears whilst he rocked up into you, cooing soft, comforting words into your ear whilst you spasmed around him.

but the time after that, and the time after that—nothing had changed.

it was just too good, too much and yet not enough. you’d whine when he’d slow down, hiccuping at him to speed up even though you knew the mess it always reduced you to.

it was really after the first time he was mean about it that made him change his perspective.

when he mocked you, finger and thumb meeting to flick your forehead as he laughed at you.

“such a crybaby.” he’d said, eyes rolling with a sharpness that only made you shudder underneath him. the smile on his face had a sadistic glint, pace getting faster as he hit your sweet spot again and again and again.

tw: dub-con (ish), reprehensible content!

satoru gojo, hair white as snow covering dry land, eyes the shade of soft teal that contained specks of innocence hidden behind the glasses of his thin frame.

satoru gojo, the known nerd, who always pushed the bridge of his eye glasses whenever it slipped down. satoru gojo, the quiet one who bestowed his voice when necessary. satoru gojo, the campus’ ‘virgin’ (apparently) only because he avoided girls like they were the infected by the plague. that’s how people knew satoru gojo as.

but there was also something they didn’t know. when the sun had decided to paint the skies in orange, when the knob on his door didn’t need any twisting because everyone fell asleep, when papers were scattered on the table, he had his cock within his fist. his moans we’re constricted because of his other hand covering his sinful mouth, his eyes rolling back from lustrous thoughts.

about you. the campus’ sweetheart. the one whose smiles brightened up his rough days, the one who shared her juice boxes with him, the one who had been defending him ever since junior high school.

fuck, he truly adored you. loved you. and yet, you never knew because he was a coward.

there were days in a row he would have his laptop screen on and instead of actually focusing on informational videos found on youtube, he had different websites open. porn infested his computer after evenings and midnights. he would browse through, had paid memberships just to enjoy girls that looked even somewhat similar to you.

he was such a pathetic loser for this, he knew. and he promised himself he would stop it, if, you would say yes to him one day when he asks. but right now, this was all he could do. and right now, it was evening. he was feverish in his seat, his pale cheeks stained cherry red because of the view on his screen. his pupils dilated— there you were.

you had placed his given teddy bear on your bathroom vanity. yes, the teddy bear, which was the vessel through which satoru could now see you far more. it was a plush toy, a soft brown similar to the shade of the first coffee you had shared with him. you had promptly favored it as soon as he handed you the ‘gift’ with a sheepish smile and a rub on his nape.

and now, it was in your house. it’s eyes focusing. on you. camera lenses for irises. you had just gotten in the shower, nothing covering you, of course not.

and shit, blood immediately rushed in to his deplorable lovesick brain. fuck, fuck and fuck. he internally damned himself for this breach of privacy but his hands were already moving against his morality.

he palmed himself, he saw it. not too distinct but enough to harden his length beneath his boxers. water droplets slid down your body— down your breasts, kissing your areoles and finding it’s path to your hole.

he had imagined that pretty pussy so many times— your worn out thighs spread apart with his slender fingers, your puffed folds spread out for him with slobbering wetness as he would slide his big cock in and out of there with a deliberate slowness to make you beg for more.

with each lewd thoughts, he increased the pace of his hand. his cock was out, hard and aching. his gaze did not falter. the sight of you so naked and bare, caressing your body, unaware of his eyes.

his tip was pulsating a flushed pink, embellished with pre-cum. sticky white cream scattering further down his pulsating base with the help of his filthy hand. “mhm shit, you are so fuckin’ pretty baby”.

a guttural moan left out his chest. what would you do if you knew? would you slap him hard, eyes red with disgust? or would you let him get on his knees, tongue having a taste of your sweetness?

what if you found out about his actions? about him placing this hidden camera inside the teddy bear. about him sneaking in to the dorms of boys who had confessed to you and suffocating them with pillows in their sleep. about him writing in his notebooks on meticulous ways in which he would have you— get you married to him and fully stuffed with his load that you wouldn’t be able to do anything other than breed his children.

his strokes were faster and faster, his glasses fogged up from the heat of the moment as it slid down the slope of his nose, his teeth clenching on to his lustrous bottom lip.

soon enough, he spurted thick loads of his pasty cream all over himself. his firm thighs, the messy desk and some landed on to the screen. he was huffing, puffing with his forearm over his eyes.

he peeked at the screen, still exhausted and ashamed, your shower had stopped. you wrapped a soft towel around yourself— taking slow wet steps. the view becoming clearer, lenses able to focus on you more. his breath hitched, shit, you were so pretty. shit, you were too up close. you looked directly in to the teddy bear’s eyes. directly. too intensely. with a smile, you left it there and turned off the bathroom lights. gone.

shit, did you know?

hesitancy latched on to himself, eyes flickering as a nauseating feeling conquered his heart. then, his luminous cerulean eyes fixated on to that one thing. a pen. a black and gold pen. given by you. wait. but it’s clip was odd today.

a sudden red flicker.

contains: smut, fluff, dom shoko, sub reader, cheating

wc: 843

shoko should feel bad for fingerfucking her roommate on the shared couch.

but when you've just been so pent up, and your useless on and off boyfriend is nowhere to be found, despite insisting he wouldn't bail on you anymore...what is she to do? especially when you came to her with crystalline tears gracefully trailing down your cheeks as you begged her to fill the gaps your fingers just couldn't reach.

so, naturally, she had to have you lying flat on your back with your flimsy tank top still on as she maps out the aching flesh between your thighs with almost clinical precision. she can hear you whimpering and whining, and she can feel you dripping obscenely onto the faux-suede upholstery of your couch.

but she can't give you what you want just yet. no matter how much you're begging for it - and how much she wants to give in to your pleas.

"shoko," you blubber for the millionth time. shoko never particularly had a thing for tears. until now, that is. "p-please. i need it."

"what do you need, sweetheart?" she hums condescendingly. it doesn't take a mind reader to figure it out. but the brunette is getting some sort of sick pleasure out of watching you squirm. she'll have this current image of you burned into her retinas for the next three months at least.

"your fingers, sho," you reply, and the pathetic little hiccup that punctuates your words makes her feel a strange mix of horny and sympathetic.

maybe this is sadism, she thinks. but she doesn't let herself dwell on that.

"my fingers are very much on you," shoko replies. of course she's being difficult on purpose. "or can you not feel them? i guess i could just stop if-"

"no!" you interject, one hand reaching out to hold her wrist in place. "don't stop. but i need it...higher."

"here?" shoko asks, sliding her fingers up to your clit, then brushing right past it entirely so she can rest on the hood.

you shake your head. "lower," you mumble shyly, to which she responds by going straight to your sopping hole.

she's having way too much fun with this. but she wants to hear you say it.

"my clit, shoko!" you finally demand, covering your face with both hands. you can't believe you just folded under absolutely zero pressure.

but you have no time to wallow in your shame, because almost immediately after the words fall from your lips, shoko is rubbing tight circles on the sensitive bundle of nerves with her thumb while plunging two slender fingers in and out of your soaked hole.

"jesus," she breathes, almost awed. "i didn't even know people could get this wet."

obviously, she doesn't receive much of a response from you, aside from utterly depraved moans that will certainly have your neighbours leaving a strongly worded note taped to your door.

"that's it," shoko croons. her gaze practically burns you with its intensity. "doing so good, baby. does your boyfriend make you feel like this?"

at the lack of a response, she curls her fingers just enough to make you jolt in place, but not enough to finish this just yet. "i asked you a question. it's rude not to answer."

"wh...huh?" you slur. shoko only smirks.

"does your boyfriend make you feel like this?" she repeats, her movements between your slick thighs not ceasing even for a moment.

"no, shoko. o-only you," you respond obediently, and the tremor in your legs lets her know you're dangerously close.

"good girl," shoko coos. "my perfect girl."

"yours," you concur, completely unprompted. shoko's heart flutters. she just might have to keep you for herself after this, boyfriend be damned.

"that's right," she praises softly. she decides she's been mean enough for one evening, and curls her fingers how you like it. once, twice, three times, all while keeping a steady rhythm on your clit.

when you cum, it's with a cry of shoko's name. with your eyes rolling back, cheeks damp with tears, and your filthy pussy absolutely soaking her fingers.

shoko almost cums, too. but she saves her release for later, when she's in the privacy of her bedroom and the image of you spread out for her is still fresh in her memory.

"open wide, baby," she urges as she pulls out, and your lips part without protest so she can gently guide her glistening digits past them. the sensation of your tongue swirling around them almost sends her into overdrive. but, once again, she controls herself.

when she retracts her fingers, a vulgar trail of spit connects them to your lips, and she genuinely believes you're trying to send her into cardiac arrest.

"thank you, sho," you whisper, your voice hoarse and your body limp.

"it was my pleasure," she responds as she tenderly draws circles around your lower stomach with her fingertips. "literally."

you giggle and shift in place, patting your chest. "lie with me a sec."

and who would she be to refuse you?

“satoru, this fuckass song is genuinely making me dryer.”

the genius thought it would be a cool experience to play his ‘freaky time :3’ playlist while he had you bent over on his cock. and you had previously allowed him to, thinking he’d play the weeknd or at least something semi-normal for the current situation. little did you know that this man has the worst music taste known to mankind. 

“dance monkey brazilian phonk?” you groan in exasperation, feeling the haze of lust slowly leave your body as the unbearable beat drones on in the background. you glare at him, leaving his embrace to crawl to the laptop. you click skip on practically every song that plays next.

“whaaat?? it’s got that oomph to it!”

“there’s seriously no fucking way you can possibly listen to this—any of this—with a straight face.” you sigh, you try shuffling it again, and the nightcore version of thunder by imagine dragons pops up. you gift him a judgemental glance, and he simply smiles and shrugs back.

"oh come on, cant a man listen to his music in peace?" he flops onto his back, throwing an arm over his eyes with a theatrical sigh. "you’re killing me, baby. first you disrespect my immaculate playlist taste—" he pauses, glances at you

.ᐟ.ᐟ teasing :: hand job :: mentions of bj :: dirty talking :: edging? :: kind of feral gojo?

⟶ helper!bf! series: yuji, choso, sukuna, geto

“would you say it’s more of a tingle,” your finger traced the edge of his cock. caressing the heavy curvature of his prominent tip. “or a shock wave?”

“b-baby — augh — holy shit!” his hands tangled into the sheets. squeeze and pulling onto the fluffy texture every time your hands simply grazed against his throbbing sex. “i don’t, please, oh god!” his eyes rolled in the back of his head. his mouth parting as a loud groan escaped right past the newly created opening. “i dunno baby, i don’t — i don’t, nnngh” his hips stuttered. shaking and trembling over their own rhythm. “jus’ — fuck! lemme cum”

“you promised, ‘toru” you deliberately sigh. your fingers curving into his shaft, as you strangled the base of his cock into your soft hand. “you said you helped me”

“i know, okay — baby, jus’,” a little whine trembled in his throat. “please, i can’t anymore — fuck! i’m begging you lovie” his lips quivered violently. his sculpted features shattering in a pouting, pleading mess.

“i l-love — mhm, augh! — you” he cried. trying his best to call upon your sweet side. allowing hope to devour his system for a wild moment as he so desperately hoped, you would just give in.

your soft, condescending, giggle completely destroyed his wavering sanity.

“tingle,” you asked again. your tone hardening as your torturous hand kept on teasing his abused sensitive cock. “or shock wave?”

“shock!” he screamed. his voice, now, fully broken. his body completely trembling - from head to toe as the outline of his agonized orgasm punched his guts deep into his innards. “it f-feels like ‘m — please! don’t stop. ‘m so f-fucking —“ a sudden gasps broke his incoherent ramble right in half. his tummy violently shook under your touch. almost retrieving itself into the depth of his guts.

“good boy, ‘toru” you praised him. nuzzling your nose into his burning cheek. “lemme write this down, yeah?” your lips grazed over his reddening flesh, leaving onto his skin a soft little trail of chaste kisses.

“i’ll suck you off in a min, ‘kay?”

MDNI: adult content!ㅤcow hybrid!Gojoㅤmooingㅤcock/prostate milkingㅤanal pentration (male receiving)ㅤp in v sexㅤsome cock slappingㅤlight dumbificationㅤoverstimulationㅤlight breedingㅤpet names

ㅤCOW-BOY!GOJO whose tail whips around excitedly when it's his turn to be milked—he's been waiting patiently all day for you, fuming like a pretty boy all alone in this frilly pink room, cock angry and aching to be touched. Even when you're on time you're late in his eyes. "Where have you beeeeeen?" he whines the instant you arrive, blue eyes wild all over you, that saccharine voice and those incomprehensibly thick biceps straining tightly against the thick pink straps which you use to keep him in place. It's for good reason... 6'3 horny cow-boy with a 9" raging dick between his legs? Look, look; I know he's a saint in his voice and with that pretty pink-cheeked face, you'd think he's a sinister creature between his legs. You've got to keep him tied up, no matter how tempting it is to let him loose on your cunt, because he's untamed.

ㅤCOW-BOY!GOJO who has been the hardest to tame, taunting you every milking session, "Arm gettin' tired? Ya, tell me about it... got half the biceps I do, baby face... c'mon, just let me do it, it'll be faster—ngh!" but you can shut him up fairly easily by smacking his stiff cock around a little bit, it instantly has him biting up his rosy bottom lip and twisting his brows up. Oh how the tension just builds so easily from the base to the tip, knotting in his stomach, heart palpitating. It's just a few quick strokes later and he's throwing his head back and sighing sighs of deep bliss

ㅤCOW-BOY!GOJO whose swollen cock bulges so fatly in his tiny pink thong, which you put on him because he just looks so good in lace and ribbons. "Hot pink really suits you, 'toru." you coo at his burning ears, in response he's enhancing that piercing blue-eyed glare and clinkkkkk—that's him testing his restraints, strength of his anger alone nearly ripping them clean off the pole you've leashed him to. "When I fuckin' get my hands on you..." he grits, "—which is never gonna happen. Now be a good boy 'n let me milk you, 'kay?" you yank on his cock, squeezing just tightly enough to make hearts appear in his eyes

ㅤCOW-BOY!GOJO who can't daydream of anything but the obsessive, vivid vision of him your pink cunt swallowing up his hungry cock. He thinks about how he'd bend you over if he could, how he'd explore your pussy's depths with his fat bulbous tip, how he'd hug you from behind and suffocate you with his muscles, and oh yeah... how he'd pay you back by milking your clit dry of orgasms, and knead your tits.

ㅤCOW-BOY!GOJO whose horns stick out from his mess of cottony white hair as he grazes on your pussy—because all good milk cums from cows that are pussy-fed, after all!

ㅤCOW-BOY!GOJO whose dick is so swollen, head a deep crimson shade, tip nearly reaching a purplish hue. He's got the cutest pink asshole, 'n oh it puckers nervously as you bend him over into proper milking position. His fuchsia pink cock always produces such thick, creamy milk, too.

ㅤCOW-BOY!GOJO who moos out loudly, drool appearing at the corners of his smirking mouth the exact instant your soft hand glides down the length of his dick, "Yesyesyes! that feels sooo good!" his hips constantly twitch and buck into your hand.

ㅤCOW-BOY!GOJO who, despite his tall talk, has a cock that's much shyer than his personality hints to, and so he needs a little extra help to tip over the edge... so you strap up and dick him down because nothing makes him cum harder than having his ass taken from behind. "Fuuuck,"—ding!ding!ding!—"I love you, nn!"—ding!ding!ding!—"Uh, uh, uh, please!"—ding!ding!ding!—yes that's the resounding ring of the big fat cowbell around his neck swinging back and forth as you pound into him with brisk strokes

ㅤCOW-BOY!GOJO who babbles about how much he loves your strap, how deeply he feels it in his plush ass. He grows teary-eyed, mouth dangling open and cheeks blushing all strawberry-milk as you absolutely ruin his body with orgasm after orgasm. "Been a bad boy, y'know?" you croon at his ear, burying the hot pink strap so deeply inside him that it has him curling his toes and shuddering, "now 'm gonna fuck you dumb dumb dumb." you promise.

ㅤCOW-BOY!GOJO who moos a series of sniffling thankyous when you spank his ass until it's ruby-red bright, and moos loudest right before he's about to cum for you

ㅤCOW-BOY!GOJO who needs you to kiss him while he's being fucked, because feeling your tongue in his mouth makes his dick swell fatly and twitch like crazy. Yes so okay maybe he'll moo softly in your mouth on purpose, just to drive you crazy, and yes so okay maybe this is all part of his master plan to turn the tables on you when you're completely dumbed down by his greedy lips and cute mooing

ㅤCOW-BOY!GOJO who nuzzles you affectionately but also whines after you when you try to leave—"Wha— where ya goin'? You haven't even milked me dry yet... I've still a g-got a little more..." and oh there his dick goes popping up again even though there's cum still freshly dribbling down his plump balls. Only when you've rubbed his dick raw does he feel sated, balls wrung dry and happily but sorely resting between his cum-streaked inner thighs

ㅤCOW-BOY!GOJO who has those massive, pillowy pecs that you're honestly surprised can't produce milk, but you found out quickly that he loves getting them massaged and sucked on while you pump his cock. Hello? The moans it pulls out of his throat is insane. He shifts his legs around, squirming hard when you grope his enormous milkers. He's got 'specially sensitive nipples which he needs tweaked and pinched or he can't cum, but when you toy with his body like that his cum doesn't shoot straight—he shoots like a hose that's lost control.

ㅤCOW-BOY!GOJO whose ears twitch and tongue lolls out when you hook up a a pumping fleshlight machine on his overstimulated cock. The feeling of getting suctioned makes him moo harder, louder, tail flicking around and ears fluttering. "F-fuck... you're not— you're not playing fair." he hiccoughs, dick getting absolutely swallowed down the jelly-clear toy, cheeks all wet with tears, "stop bein' fuckin' lazy 'n milk me with your own pussy—ahuhn, fuck! Cumming!"

ㅤCOW-BOY!GOJO whose cheeks flush red, as you milk him so much he nearly passes out, his head drooping and white tufts of hair all standing on end, nearly wrung to the point of exhaustion only to be brought back to life by the smell of your cunt sliding up to his face like an HP-boosting dish

ㅤCOW-BOY!GOJO whose dick grows angry and jealous when you milk others before him, and if it's well past his milking time and you're late? Suddenly the man who's usually ass-up now has you ass-up, pinned to the floor by both his body weight and the thrusts of his heavy cock, "Fuuuck I've been waiting so long t' fuck this pretty pussy... god you're so soft... silly girl, shouldn't have left me alone for so long to plot and scheme... now 'm gonna show you what pent-up frustration feels like." he growls in your ear, pinning both your hands behind your back and beginning to drill his cruelly big cock into your weeping pussy, balls smacking heavy into you each time he lands a swinging blow to your ass with his hips, "Fuck, fuck! You're so perfect, your pussy wraps 'round my dick like she loves me... nn, you love me, don't you? You love me, you love me, tell me you love me, tell me you love me while I'm this fuckin' deep in your perfect little pussy!" he obsesses, fucking you to the point you can't string a sentence together, only lay there and take his cock and cum over and over on it

ㅤCOW-BOY!GOJO whose whimpery voice suddenly turns into feral grunts as he humps your hot pussy, "Why did you let the others get milked by your sweet, sweet cunt and not me? Were you scared of how good my dick would feel?" he pouts, fat dick hammering deeper n deeper, as he holds you down tightly, "I've been such a good boy for you... now you're gonna be agood girl for me and let me fertilize you... how I should have been doing all this time."

ㅤCOW-BOY!GOJO whose one massive hand ends up milking at your perky breasts, while the other delivers punishment to your puffy clit, burrowing his dick deep into your cunt until he's got you spraying everywhere, and the fucker is crooning at your ear, "Oh, is someone feelin' overstimulated already? Sucks doesn't it? Oh, you stupid little doll, you really thought you had me safely tied up huh?—now your sweet little pussy lips are stretched open on some big, mean cock, how terrible." he taunts you horribly, pearly white teeth glinting as he manhandles you into whatever position he deems optimal for breeding, "Now 'm gonna do what you did, 'n fuck you dumb dumb dumb, okay?"

ㅤANㅤmoo, bitch! 🐮 milk that man!

when you're unbearably horny and have no one to ride out your ovulation cycle with, your good friend gojo satoru offers to step up. you decide to venture over to his lavish apartment and let him help relieve some of the unbearable throbbing between your legs you allow him to lay you on your side in his spacious bed and cuddle you from behind, slipping just the bulbous tip of his big cock inside you while you play with your pussy. and when you're this sensitive and needy, it doesn't take much for you to be leaking juices all over satoru's cock.

he has to stuff to fingers in your mouth so you don't scream loud enough to wake up his roomate, geto. still, you've quickly become a whiny mess just from his very shallow thrusts into your swollen folds, the precum leaking from his tip coating your hole and making it even more slippery and lubricated.

you clench down desperately on him, needing more stimulation. the fact that you're cockdrunk just from getting the tip in you, or that it's your best friend who's doing this has vacated your mind entirely. "didn't know you were this easy, baby." satoru coos in your ear as you let out a hiccuped sob around his fingers when he pushes just a little deeper, then pulls back out to leave you with just the tip again. "creaming on my cock when you're barely getting anything from me. what if i put the whole thing in, hm?" he rolls his hips forward, your hole sucking in about two inches of his thick cock before he groans in your ear and pulls back.

"look here," he whispers, tilting your chin down so you can see where your pussy swallows him up, and he slips his fingers through yours to help you toy with your folds. " 'm stretchin' you out so pretty. makes me wanna fill you up all the way." you whine at his words, unable to hold back any longer, and your head lolls back on his shoulder while you feel yourself cumming on his dick for the second time already. maybe you'll ask for half his cock. that's still okay for friends, surely.

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satoru’s got you tucked against his chest in the dark bedroom, legs tangled, your face buried in the crook of his neck while fat tears keep slipping down your cheeks. you’re still sniffling from earlier—some stupid little thing that set you off—and now you’re all shaky and needy, clinging to him like he’s the only thing keeping you from falling apart completely.

“shh baby,” he whispers, voice soft and low, lips brushing your temple. one arm’s wrapped tight around your waist, the other hand guiding his thick cock right up against your entrance. he’s already leaking, smearing precum over your folds, but he doesn’t rush. just presses the fat head in slow, inch by inch, stretching your warm wet walls until you whimper into his skin.

“there we go… take it all for me. yeah, just like that.” he sinks deeper, groaning quietly when your cunt flutters and sucks him in greedily. you’re so full it aches in the best way, that heavy stretch making fresh tears pool in your lashes. he bottoms out with a soft grunt, balls pressed snug to your ass, and stays perfectly still for a second so you can feel every throbbing vein, every pulse of him inside you.

your hips twitch, trying to grind, but he holds you firm. “no moving, crybaby. just keep me warm. let me stuff this pretty pussy full so you can sleep.”

you whine, high and pitiful, nails digging into his shoulders. “satoru… ‘s too much… feels so deep…”

“i know, sweet girl. i know.” he kisses the corner of your eye, licking away a tear. “but you need it, don’t you? need me stretching you open till you stop crying and drift off.”

he rocks just the tiniest bit—barely an inch in and out—enough to make you gasp and clench hard around him, but not enough to build anything. just gentle, soothing rolls that keep you stuffed and full and fuzzy-headed. his hand slides down to cup your ass, keeping you pinned so you can’t squirm away even if you wanted to.

“good girl… feel how thick i am? splitting you so wide. gonna stay like this all night. my cock’s your pacifier tonight, yeah? suck on it with that greedy little cunt till you pass out.”

your sobs turn softer, breathier, turning into sleepy hiccups as the fullness lulls you. every time you start to tense he gives another slow grind, stirring his cock inside you until your eyes flutter and your grip on him loosens.

“that’s it… cry all you want, baby. i’ve got you. stuffed so full you can’t think about anything else.” he presses a kiss to your wet cheek, voice dropping even lower. “sleep now. i’m not going anywhere. be a good girl and let go.”