Ms.sexyPluto2.0🫶🏽🌸

so thinking of sitting nude in your own apartment, you've got air coolers on but it feels like it's barely doing anything, you feel like you're melting.

You've had your portal pussy on still but it seems the heatwave is affecting almost everyone since you've not had a single client today.

So as you lay on your couch, completely nude and sucking on an ice pop to try and cool down you feel a sudden chill between your legs.

It sends a pleasant cold shiver up your spine as you look down between your legs, wondering if you were just imagining something.

And then you feel the ice cool tip of something slowly pushing into your pussy, it felt as if it were simply testing, wondering how your body would react.

And your body welcomed the sudden cooling feeling, pressing your head back into the pillow wondering if someone was shoving an ice pop or something up there.

Once it felt you squeeze around it slightly it began to push further in, you could feel the full length of it.

It felt ridged and bumped and practically freezing, the coldness spreading through your legs and up your belly and you couldn't help but let out a small pleased moan at the pleasant feeling.

It seemed to just sit in you for awhile, cooling your body down and you felt some of your energy coming back to you as you began to squeeze around the length wanting to feel more of it.

You feel it twitch slightly inside of you, ah so it wasn't just an ice pop... You began to wonder just what this creature is...

It starts to move slowly in and out of you before you begin to moan louder and it's as if the creature could hear you from it's end as the pace began to pick up with more intensity.

You arched your back, almost screaming as you orgasmed around its cock, squirting around the shaft and that was enough to send whatever it was over the edge as it pushed deep into you.

A thick cool liquid began to fill you, making you coo as you felt the chill over your body and almost whining as you feel the creature pull out.

You could feel its cum seeping down your legs, panting heavily as you heard a ping on your phone, reaching over to grab it you looked at the profile picture of what seemed like some kind of ice demon.

"Not many people like the cold, this one I will be returning back to again and again. 5 stars" and look... He even left a tip.

poor gojo just wants his lovely wife to himself… but the house has been way too full.

gojo x female!reader, nsfw, virgin!reader, mdni

It wasn’t supposed to be like this.

You loved your family. You loved his friends. You’d smiled through every gathering, every sudden visit, every “we were just in the neighborhood” moment that somehow ended in sleepovers and breakfast for six. You didn’t complain. You didn’t want to be ungrateful. They were happy for your marriage, and you were too.

But two months?

Two whole months.

Not one single night to yourselves. Not one uninterrupted moment where you could curl into your husband's arms and let him touch you the way he wanted to. The way he needed to.

And Gojo, bless him, had been trying.

At first, it was teasing: a soft groan against your ear as he passed behind you in the kitchen. Wandering hands beneath the blanket during movie nights, barely concealed under the weight of guests spread across your couch. Quick kisses that left your lips tingling and your thighs pressed together beneath your sundress.

But it wasn’t enough.

Not for him.

And definitely not for you.

Because it didn’t stop there.

By week three, Gojo’s restraint had worn paper-thin. He was constantly behind you. Pressing against your back in the hallway, brushing his lips over your shoulder while pretending to reach for something overhead. His palm would rest just a little too long on your waist when people were watching- but when they weren’t?

He’d dip low and whisper filth against your skin. Hot, needy things that made your face flush and your thighs ache. Things he meant.

“m'Gonna come in my pants if you keep sitting like that, baby…”

“Can’t even look at you without thinking about how good that pussy’s gonna feel wrapped around me.”

“Bet you’re dripping under that little dress, huh? All soft and untouched and mine.”

You’d wake up in the middle of the night with his arms around your waist and his hard-on pressed firm into your ass. Sometimes he’d rut against you in his sleep, breath hitching, hand sliding beneath your shirt, just resting there. Shaking with need.

By the end of week six, you were both losing it.

He wouldn’t let you bend over in front of him anymore. Wouldn’t let you wear certain dresses in the house. Wouldn’t sit on the same couch during movie night because he knew he’d end up pulling you onto his lap, rocking you against his clothed cock until you soaked through your panties.

You were holding your breath every damn day. Hiding the way your nipples hardened when he walked in the room. The way your core throbbed just from watching him clench his jaw in frustration. The way you got wet when he looked at you like he might say fuck it, consequences be damned, and take you right there on the kitchen counter.

Eventually, you both agreed on the “pillow rule.”

Something. Anything to keep the peace. To keep your hands to yourselves. At night, you'd sleep with a firm pillow between your bodies like a pathetic little chastity belt. You both laughed the first night,Gojo called it “the cockblock cushion”but now?

Now?

Now the pillow was discarded on the floor.

You sat on his lap, legs sprawled over his, your cotton sleep shirt hitched up around your waist, the only barrier long gone. His deep, shaky breaths fanned the back of your neck, nose pressed into your skin like he couldn’t get close enough.

“I can’t—ngghhh,” you whimpered, hips twitching at the slow, maddening drag of his fingers inside you.

“Shh, baby. Shh,” he whispered again, kissing the shell of your ear, voice thick and desperate. “Quiet. They’re still here.”

And they were.

His best friend was passed out on the downstairs couch. Your cousin and her boyfriend had taken the guest room. Someone else had claimed the pull-out. The house was full,every room but this one.

But you couldn’t care.

Not when his fingers were moving like that, slow and deep and so damn intentional. Curling just right. Knuckles pressing against the lips of your pussy, dragging slick sounds from your core that you both prayed the fan would drown out.

His abs clenched hard beneath your back every time you fluttered around his fingers. “I know it’s a lot, baby,” he whispered, kissing the corner of your jaw, “I know it feels so good, but we need this…”

And god, you did.

His hands didn’t stop. One arm wrapped tight around your middle, palm flat and firm over the plush of your stomach like he loved the way you filled his hands. The other worked between your thighs with slow, desperate care, slick, messy strokes hidden only by the hush of your shallow breathing and the fan humming overhead.

Your body arched helplessly, thighs trembling around him, every curve aching with the heat he’d stirred up for weeks. Your fingers dug into his forearm where it circled your belly. You felt stretched and full and so warm, everything pulsing with years of restraint unraveling in seconds. The press of his palm against your mound sent sparks up your spine, and you bit your lip so hard you tasted copper.

“I-I thought we were waiting,” you breathed out, voice soft and broken, barely there.

“We were,” Gojo said, dragging his lips down your neck, tongue flicking out to soothe the spot he’d just kissed. “But I waited through the wedding. Waited through the honeymoon we never got. Waited through eight goddamn weeks of company, of you walking around in little nightgowns with no idea how close I was to losing it.”

He curled his fingers inside you then, slow and deep.

And then, you felt it.

His other hand trailing upward, warm and steady as it cupped your breast, fingers slipping beneath your shirt to find your nipple.

Gojo groaned, deep and strained, like even he couldn’t take it anymore.

His thumb brushed over your nipple in slow, circling strokes, teasing it to a stiff peak before giving it a gentle tug. You shuddered, keening softly.

“Fuck,” he whispered. “So soft. So fuckin’ perfect everywhere. I could spend hours on these tits alone.”

He twisted gently, just enough to make your hips jolt and your walls flutter around his fingers. It was too much, his hand on your nipple, his fingers inside you, his mouth dragging kisses over your cheek like you were the only thing he believed in.

“Good girl,” he rasped, kissing your cheek again, then down to your jaw. “My good girl. Look how fuckin’ pretty you are like this.”

You were soaked.

Messy.

So full of him you thought you might cry.

“I-it’s too much,” you gasped, eyes fluttering, voice high and breathless. “Feels so good—too good, I never—oh my god—I never felt like this…”

You rambled helplessly, your thoughts unraveling like thread, hips rolling without control.

And when you clenched hard, back arching, mouth dropping open in a sharp, helpless moan, Gojo felt it.

His breath caught, then he moaned, low and guttural, thrusting up against your plush ass with barely concealed need. And just as your cry spilled out, his hand slipped from your breast to your mouth, covering it quickly, palm broad and warm against your lips.

He panted against your ear, voice trembling with restraint. “Oh fuck—there she is. That sweet little virgin cunt just milking my fingers,” he whispered, filthy and low. “So tight for me. So perfect.”

You whined into his palm, whole body shaking. The pressure was unbearable now, sharp and tight and growing, your thighs trembling, stomach tightening with every curl of his fingers and every flick of his thumb.

“You gonna come for me, baby?” he murmured again, his hand never slowing. “Wanna feel you soak my fingers. Right here in our bed, while everyone else sleeps. Want you to make a mess for me. Wanna see you squirt all over my fuckin’ hand.”

You whimpered, nodded, helpless.

And with one final stroke, his fingers curling deep, his thumb flicking faster, his teeth nipping your earlobe, you shattered.

Trembling, gasping beneath his hand, you came hard, sensitive, overwhelmed, wetness gushing down your thighs as you squirted for the first time in your life. Your whole body jerked, your chubby frame spasming in his lap while your pussy clenched around his fingers like a vice.

Gojo groaned against your ear, holding you down with one arm like he couldn’t bear to let go.

“Fuck, fuck, that’s it,” he moaned, kissing your cheek as you writhed. “That’s my girl. You’re mine, baby. You’re all mine.”

He held you through it, his free arm still tight around your waist, his lips never leaving your face, your cheek, your jaw, the corner of your mouth, whispering praises while you came apart in his lap.

Only when your body finally sagged against him, limp and breathless, did he move his hand from your mouth and kiss you, slow and deep and full of all the things he hadn’t said.

“I love you,” he breathed against your lips.

he starts slow, that thick, swollen cock sliding deep inside you, teasing, tasting, making you feel every thick vein, every inch of that jacob’s ladder piercing scraping and digging into your tight, dripping walls with that nasty, sharp friction that has your pussy clenching like crazy.

then he grabs your hips hard enough to bruise, hauling you down onto him and fucking you like you’re the only fucking thing keeping him sane. savage, rough, relentless,pounding deep, balls slapping your soft ass, hips snapping like thunder, filling you up so completely you can’t even think straight.

his hands don’t just touch, they claim every inch, fingers digging into your thick waist, nails raking your soft thighs, pulling you closer until your breath comes out in shaky, desperate gasps.

his mouth is hot on your neck, teeth sinking in while he growls filthy shit in your ear, telling you how nasty you are for dripping all over his cock, how he’s gonna fuck that thick pussy raw, leave marks nobody else can see.

you’re dripping, soaked and slick, grinding back on him even as he pushes harder, faster, making you beg for more, the sting of his jacob’s ladder piercing driving you wild with a twisted mix of pain and pure fucking pleasure.

he flips you over without warning, spreading that fat ass wide, slapping and squeezing those cheeks like he’s marking you, fucking you raw from behind while dragging his tongue slow and cruel over your spine, biting and licking as he sinks balls deep again and again.

then he drags you up to the edge of the bed, shoving that thick cock inside slow and deep, grinding into your soft, juicy body like he’s burying himself in you forever, hands roaming every curve, kneading your thick thighs and rolling your heavy breasts possessively.

but toji’s just getting started.

he flips you again, legs thrown over his shoulders, balls deep, pounding your dripping pussy like a man possessed. one hand presses hard against your clit, rubbing fast and merciless, while the other slides fingers inside you, stretching your slick walls open, curling just right to send you spiraling into insanity.

you scream his name, trembling and dripping, every nerve on fire from the filthy, brutal worship he’s giving your thick, needy pussy.

he pulls out slick and leaking but keeps those fingers inside, tasting your juices like the filthy addict he is, then slides back in slow, deep, possessive, teeth sinking into your shoulder as he marks you like his own goddamn property.

“mine,” he rasps, voice thick with hunger and obsession.

He’s massive beneath you — broad chest, thick arms, powerful thighs that could easily pin you down if he wanted. But right now he’s on his back, letting you ride him however you want. His hands rest on your hips, not guiding, just holding you steady as you sink down on him.

You lean forward, bracing one hand on his chest, and bring the other down hard across his cheek. The sound is sharp. His head snaps to the side with the force of it. A low, guttural groan rumbles out of his chest as he twitches hard inside you. “Fuck… do it again,” he rasps, voice wrecked.

You slap him again, harder this time, watching the way his eyes flutter and his jaw clenches. His hips buck up sharply, driving deeper into you. The sting on his cheek blooms red against his flushed skin, but he doesn’t stop you. If anything, he looks drunk on it. “Harder, baby,” he begs, voice hoarse. “I can take it.”

You ride him faster, grinding down on him while you slap him again and again. Each hit makes him groan louder, his grip on your hips tightening as he lets you use him. His eyes stay locked on yours the whole time, dark and hazy with lust.

When you finally come, clenching hard around him, you slap him one last time, right as your orgasm hits. That’s what breaks him. He groans deep and filthy, hips stuttering as he spills inside you, thick and hot, pulsing with every slap you land.

Afterward, he’s breathing hard, cheek bright red, but he pulls you down against his chest and kisses you soft and attentively. His hand strokes your back gently, almost apologetically, like he’s the one who should be sorry.

“Again next time?” he murmurs against your lips, voice still rough.

You smile and kiss the reddened mark on his cheek.

Accidentally turned this into a fic, I can’t help myself 😝

“That’s me, huh?”

You writhed and whined around his cock because that’s all you can do. Your legs feel like jelly and your core is sopping wet. After a particularly sharp thrust you nod. A drop of sweat falls onto the pillow and your head fell.

ACE pressed his chest against your back, his breath fanning your ear. “So fucked out ‘cause of this, aren’t you?” He rolled his hips to drive the question home.

You couldn’t answer; your eyes rolled into the back of your head and you gasped. “A… A..!” The power of his thrusts didn’t falter and he kept a consistent pace. He nipped at your ear and left a trail of love bites all over your neck.

He’s got you folded in missionary helpless to his deep thrusts hitting that gummy spot inside you. Your moans get a little louder, signifying your impending release. ACE’S hand slides down and as soon as his thumb finds your clit he starts rubbing frantic circles to push you over the edge.

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