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mustering the courage to work in csp - a dragon portrait commission!

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tags. sub! afab! gojo, stranger! reader. exhibitionism, crossdressing, degradation, mild dub-con. groping and fingering his pussy on the subway while jerking off to that sweet ass.

satoru knows he looks good. he’s wearing a cream-coloured cardigan, cropped right above his stomach to display his slender waist, with the tiniest pink mini-skirt to match. there’s only a sliver of skin left between that and his white lace stockings, perfectly showing off the plump curve of his ass. 

there wasn’t anyone paying attention to him on the subway, though, everyone being too busy tapping away at their screens. he gives a soft huff at the sight. stupid fucking phones. the train doors slide open with blaring music, the new crowd of passengers shoving him deeper into the cart. pressed against the closed train doors, he suddenly feels something stroke his inner thigh. 

the doors close. the train starts moving. he freezes, looking around, but no one’s paying attention to him. an accident? likely. 

it doesn’t stop there, though. seconds later, he feels something stroke the same spot on his thigh again, this time brushing up until it rubs against the clothed slit of his pussy, back and forth. deliberately. satoru bites his lip, feeling himself get wet. 

perhaps someone was paying attention to him, after all. 

he pushes his ass back experimentally, gasping lightly when he feels the solid swell of an erection, now wedged firmly between his asscheeks. he hears a faint, amused mutter of ‘fucking slut’, and he bites down a whine at the sudden arousal shooting through him. 

“did y’really think no one would notice?” a voice mutters in his ear, and satoru gives a soft whimper as the front of his skirt lifts, cold air hitting his soaked panties. “dressed and actin’ like some cheap two dollar whore. yer just beggin’ to be groped.” 

tags. sub! afab! gojo, stranger! reader. somnophilia, cunnilingus, dub-con. sneaking into his house to eat him out until he's cryin’ for more.

satoru wakes up with a start, body heating up like a furnace as sweat dribbles down the side of his face. fuck, ‘s too hot in here. he parts his lips to pant, what he doesn’t expect is a choked cry to come out, white-hot pleasure building up between his spread thighs. 

there’s something slithering in and out of his pussy, thick and wet and filthy, stretching him out. making him feel good. his clit’s throbbing, but he isn’t really in the mood to play with it right now—what’s working him down there is so much better. 

he moans, throwing his head back as he claws at the sheets. “feels so fuckin’ good,” he slurs. it’s probably a wet dream. or something. someone wouldn’t sneak into his house just to eat him out, right? “hnngh, ah, righ’ there!” 

the pleasure suddenly stops. satoru lets out a whiny keen, pushing his clit and pussy at the stranger’s face, but whoever it is keeps just out of reach, gripping his parted thighs to keep him still. “why’d you stop?” he sobs, “don’t you, don’t you wanna eat my cunt?” 

it's so fucking pathetic, spreading his legs for a stranger without a name or a face, but he can't help it. not when he's this wet.

he hears the sound of a low chuckle, almost sadistic, and he whines, because it’s only making him more horny. fuck. he really needs therapy. “wanna cum,” he tries again, “p-please.” 

he yips as he feels the stranger spit onto his cunt, letting out a shaky sigh when their mouth finally settles back onto where it belongs. 

there’s the additional stretch of a finger, entering him with slick ease, probing around until it settles on rubbing into his sweet spot. he jerks in the stranger’s firm grip, the pleasure forcing loud whines out of his lips. “o-oh, please,” he warbles, “ah, fingering my pussy so good—” 

he feels the stranger give a harsh suck to his clit, electricity jolting through him, and all of a sudden, the finger deep inside him curls. 

he’s got less than half a second before his climax slams into him, and he arches his back with a lewd wail, creaming all over the stranger’s face and onto the sheets.

when he looks between his cum-stained thighs with red handprints all over, hoping to see a glimpse of the stranger’s face, you were already long gone. 

Calling him out for it mid sentence and watching him splutter and try to save face. He can’t recount a word I’ve said though and just ends up digging himself a deeper hole. Just getting to tease him nonstop about being a dirty little perv and noticing how hard it gets him as he tries not to whine.

It’ll end with him being edged mercilessly in my lap while he sucks on my tits, dropping into a dumb floaty headspace where all he can do is whimper and beg against my skin for more.

“look at you, poor thing, getting all worked up for me in front of all these people”

completely powerless while they turn me into a pretty pink fleshlight for them. soft and smooth and vulnerable. letting them rub soothing lotion into the skin, whining through the gag when they spend extra time gently rubbing it on my clit in teasing, torturously gentle circles.

gasping in surprise when they fit a pump around my pussy, feeling it get sucked into the cup. staying like that for twenty minutes while they tell me all about how pretty and puffy it’ll look when they’re finished pumping it <3

We meet in a public space, you give me bag with a dildo and plug in it and send me to the bathroom.

I come back visibly blushing and squirming as I sit down and can feel it sliding in the rest of the way.

You take your time talking, getting to know each other properly while all I start to think about is cumming soon.

We finally pay and you lead me to your car and proceed to take the route over the bumpiest pavement while I try to hold back the moans and squirm in the seat. You pull up my skirt so you can glance at my wet panty with the clear outline of the dildo base.

vs

You haven’t felt human touch in months since he’s taken you captive and he’s been pretty patient, so when you’re suddenly opening those pretty legs of yours and showing off your slick cunt and we’re fingers, he’s diving in immediately. You’re needy enough to allow it…

He’s eager to show you how much pleasure he can give you if you just give in and let him love you. His pretty darling, babbling out pleas for more when just yesterday you were coldly telling him to go away… it’s music to his ears.

Loverboy Werewolf who introduces himself to you by chasing a nearby deer into the meadow and promptly “saving” you from getting trampled. As if the deer were more dangerous than him.

Loverboy Werewolf who’s usually so good at talking to women, his tongue silver and his wit quick. But in the face of you he was nothing but a bumbling baboon who could barely utter a word. Luckily it was something you found charming in its own unique way. A soft blush on your cheeks that he couldn’t help but mirror.

Loverboy Werewolf who goes to the meadow daily, sometimes multiple times a day, in order to get just a chance at seeing you. Usually you’re there and on the rare occasion you’re not he always feels his heart drop into his stomach. If he could he would spend all waking and sleeping hours with you.

Loverboy Werewolf who will roll around in the flowers with you, talking and laughing your hearts out. He’ll watch as the sunlight casts a glowing warmth across your face. Like it too is drawn to your beauty and craves you as much as he does. All of nature is made more beautiful by you.

Loverboy Werewolf who proves it as he plucks flowers from the meadow and spends days trying to learn how to make flower crowns from a kind older woman in the pack. When he finally gets it down the first thing he does is make one for you, placing it gently on your head. The sight takes his breath away and from that day onward he makes a new one for you to wear.

Loverboy Werewolf who is no doubt in love with you. And he hopes you love him too. He thinks you do. At least the flowers he plucks the petals off of say so. If the way you act around him says anything then you definitely do. Especially when you egg him on to make chase.

Loverboy Werewolf who plays along with your games as he chases you around the meadow. But it never lasts long before he’s tackling you into the grass, protecting your head and rolling over till you lay on top of him.

Loverboy Werewolf who always sucks in a breath as you wiggle on top of him, your body rolling and grinding in a way that can’t be on accident. His heated eyes bore into your own, his claws finding their way into your plush waist and guiding your movements. Rocking you back and forth against his growing erection.

Loverboy Werewolf who tries so hard to stay calm but quickly ends up losing himself. Picking up pace and grinding you hard against his bulge. Rolling your hips up so it hits your sensitive clit every single time. He loses further control as your mewl sounds so much like a wolf’s howl. It sends him nearly feral for you every time.

Loverboy Werewolf tries to save your clothes as he undresses you. But his patience wears too thin too fast and your clothes end up a shredded mess no matter what you two do.

Loverboy Werewolf who’s so impatient to get you on his cock yet the second he bottoms out inside of you he keeps you still. Content just to feel your tight heat wrapped around his twitching girth. No matter how much you squirm or beg he never starts his thrusts until he’s ready. Feeling you and soaking in the sensation. Basking in the warmth of your embrace. He relishes it and wouldn’t rush a second of it.

Loverboy Werewolf who fucks you like an absolute beast when he finally is ready. Crushing the flowers beneath you as he ruts into like the wild animal that he is. The force of his thrusts sending your body flying upward before he slams you back down his length. The leaking angry tip of his cock making out with your cervix and smashing against every sensitive spot along your walls.

Loverboy Werewolf who hooks his arms beneath your legs, nearly bending you in half in order to get as close to you as possible. Finding new ways to jackhammer his dick into your silken walls in order to mold them to the shape of his shaft and get as deep within you as possible.

Loverboy Werewolf whose pace is utterly relentless. Fucking into you with only one goal in mind. Your pleasure. And when you’re crying and babbling through broken words, begging for his knot, he gives it to you. Of course, he’d give you anything you desire. He watches in awe as his knot swells up and the second he snaps his hips, popping the last of his knot into your already overstuffed cunt, you immediately cum. Your release triggering his own right after you, his knot locking you two together.

Loverboy Werewolf who inhales deeply, welcoming the perfect mixture of your flowery scent combined with his that wafts from your very pores. He can’t get enough of it even as he nuzzles into your throat, nipping at the sensitive flesh and inhaling deep. Your responding giggles send his heart fluttering. Gosh, how he wants to cherish you always.

Loverboy Werewolf who suddenly has the deep urge to sink his fangs into the flesh of your throat. To mark you as his and make you his mate. Whether you were a werewolf, a human, or even a damn vampire, he didn’t care.

Loverboy Werewolf who somehow resists the urge, not wanting to do anything rash without having talked to you. To get your unwavering consent. To have you beg to make you his as much as he yearns to beg to be yours. If he spends any longer consumed by your scent he may not last much longer. So he leans back, looking down at you as if you hung the moon and the stars.

Loverboy Werewolf who doesn’t say a thing, letting his eyes speak of the depth of his feelings as he plucks a nearby flower from the ground. One that made it intact after your sweaty activities. Gently he tucks it behind your ear, mesmerized by the sight of you once again.