𝓢 𝒘𝒆𝒆𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒕

𝓖.𝐒𝐀𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐔 🌷♡ ͏͏ has you sucking his dick while he drives you home. the problem? you're his son's best friend.

♡. 𝓱𝓮𝓪𝓻𝓽𝓽𝓱𝓻𝓸𝓫. older!satoru :: age gap (40s/20s) :: smut :: roadhead :: m.oral :: fingering :: dirty talk :: reader is megumi's best friend

"Fuck, your dad's gonna kill me."

All you had was that new car smell and the scent of Satoru's cum clogging up your nose.

Rough, long fingers gripped at your hair. Blunt nails digging at your scalp. Forcing you down harder. Deeper. Till you gagged and spluttered all over his dark pants.

Swallowing your best friend's dad's cock down your throat was exactly how you wanted this night to end.

Satoru's white-knuckling the steering. You could picture his jaw set tight. Grinding moans between his teeth as those woman-killer blues of his locked to the windscreen even with his fogged, rimless glasses.

Streetlights flashed by. Pouring over the lewd scene in the front seat. Of you, on your knees and leaned over the centre console, his thick cock straining your lips. Your cherry gloss mixing with foamy precum as bob your head back to his base.

His hips twitched. Breath hitched. As the car slowed to a red light, his head finally fell back.

"Sweet lil' brat," he heaved. Sounding like his lungs were fighting god as he gripped at the back of your neck. "This your plan all along? Study session with my son so you could get me here?"

"Mhhhm."

You hummed, honeyed as you withdrew with a filthy pop. Tongue laving over his underside. Swirling on his throbbing, blushing tip.

"Of course not, Mr Gojo." You croaked, delicate hand squeezing his cock, thumbing on a vein. You pressed the hardness into the side of your face. Batting your doeish lashes up at him.

"I'm a good girl. I promise."

A curse hissed from his heaving chest. Stare heavy as it scowled down at you. A dark grin cracked onto his lips.

"Yeah? Good girl sucking old man dick? Knowing damn well my son's got a crush on her?" His hard shove forced your head back down his cock. Stretching your aching glands around his thick inches.

His hot tip smacked the back of your throat. Smearing his sickeningly sweet pre all over. Earning a saliva-filled whine from your dazed self. Your eyes fluttering back with little hearts as you slaved your mind and mouth to the sick course of sucking on a man who was twice your age. Old enough to be your father. Hell, your best friend's dad.

Gurgled babbles and filthy gawks filled the dim, humid space. Your knees rubbing raw on the leather seat as you let him fuck your throat. Taking you all the way till your chin grazed his balls and tears spilled from your eyes.

"Now that's a good girl. Fuuckk. Pretty lil' thing like you really knows how to suck a dick huh?"

His rough groan vibrated deep in your tummy. Your shaky thighs rubbed together to ease the hot slickness blooming between them.

"What's this?" Satoru breathed, cutting you a small glance as the car took off again.

The hand on your hair slipped down your back. His arm long enough to easily reach over your ass and tuck between your thighs. A sly middle and index nestled against soaked cotton. Stroking over your swollen flesh.

"Getting your panties all sticky just from sucking me off? Oh poor baby," his tut was drawled, pouted as he massaged your quivering cunt. Rubbing on the wet spot and grinding his callouses right beneath your clit.

You choked around him. Eyes fluttering back as you tried to press yourself into him. Whimpering around his pulsing cock as your head stuttered in its movements.

His hips bucked a bit. Stuffing you full again until you spluttered.

"Uh uh sweet thing, c'mon." He cooed. "Keep that throat niicceee and full. You're a good girl, remember?"

You barely managed a nod. Taking him back down till he bulged your bobbing throat again. All while he played with your needy cunt and kept his eyes on the road.

Never slipping in, never stuffing you full from both sides, Satoru merely kept you in the desperate position. Bent over his centre console, in his car, with his cum threatening to spill down your throat any second.

"Three minutes, sweetheart. Better— fuck. Hurry if you wanna take something home with ya." He strained, pinching your clit through your soaked panties.

You whined. Hollowing your cheeks. Squeezing your throat. Your head pumped in a shot of vigour. Eager to taste his cum before you trotted back into your house and smiled at your parents. Lied through your teeth about how productive your study session was when you wouldn't remember anything other than the smell of your best friend's dad and the taste of his cum.

Spit and pre mixed. Stringing a filthy web between your lips and his crotch. Snapping and splashing as you worked him. Jerking back to focus on his tip. Sucked on a vein. Then greedily took him back all the way. Till your throat would miss the shape of him when this was all over.

The car slowed as Satoru got close. Both to your home and his orgasm. Words melting into a stream of deep groans and gruff grunts.

His hips slammed! up as he turned the corner. Grinding nastily into your mouth. Twitching and throbbing like mad as that thick, underside vein of his pulsed hard at the back of your tongue.

"Better fuckin— take every, hah, every drop like the good girl ya keep telling me you are." Words broken, rough. You swore his eyes must've been rolling back.

As the car pulled up, his hand slammed down. Shoving your head all the way. Till your eyes rolled into your skull and your mind flatlined.

"Fuck, oh fuck babbyyy."

Hot, thick spurts frothed up your throat. Creaming you so full that it bubbled back up into your mouth. Spilling around your glossy lips. Trickling down your chin.

You didn't care for the mess. Too lost in your newest addiction: old cock and cum.

Satoru's breaths heaved. Wheezed and burning as he slumped back into the seat. Glossy eyes looped to the car roof as his glasses slipped down his nose.

"Fucking. . . gonna give me a stroke." He groaned, grinding his hips a few more times into your greedy mouth.

You hummed in response. Dazed. If it were up to you, you would have stayed there. Nursing on his cock and lapping his cum.

No such luck. Satoru lifted you off of him soon enough. Cupping your face and swiping a thumb on your lower lip.

"Can't keep doing this, y'know." He breathed. But his eyes told you that's hardly what he wanted.

Nudging your face into his palm, you pouted. "You can't ignore me now. I sucked your dick in a car. We're practically engaged."

He sighed, deep and fond before he pressed a kiss between your brows. Achingly affectionate.

"Crazy girl."

© 𝒔𝒘𝒆𝒆𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒊𝒄𝒊𝒔𝒎. no plagiarism or ai training authorised. divider: @/cheriisoda. art cred: @/osakku_ ( ig )

when the kamo clan sent you out for the assassination of 𝐓𝐎𝐉𝐈, you were warned of a few things.

he was incredibly fast, impossibly strong and fought with an intensity that shook the jujutsu world. a hulking, predatory, yet oddly intelligent freak of a man.

but you didn't expect this.

“mm what're they feedin' ya back at that clan? probably not good dick like this, huh?”

that scarred lip pulled back in a grin. you could barely bite back as a filthy grind on your cervix melted away all your curses. the only talking spluttered from your dripping pussy.

“fuck— fushig— hngh!” your thighs are wedged further up the wall, knees pinned beside your tits as his thrusts turn into a feral hammer.

the bastard leans in, grin sharper, eyes darker. “the name's toji, baby, won't you say it for me?”

his cock snapped into your gummy walls as it trying to engrave it's behemoth of a shape within you. a token for you to take back. ‘I didn't take out fushiguro toji but i sure as hell took him.’

“c'mon dollface, sing for me.”

his large palms squeezed on the backs of your knees and his hips committed to a sweltering rhythm. knocking up until your quivering slit took him all the way and cried around his hilt. all while he ground up into that devastating spot. slowly, roughly, until you left a perfect ring of cream around him.

“t-toj— toji,”

he grinned at your voice crack and bent over you. hooking your leg over his muscles shoulder so his forearm could slam beside your head. “there you go. sing it for me.”

before his wet slaps assaulted your clenching cunt until all you could was pitifully sob and dig your nails down his back. arch into the man you're supposed to be gutting.

but here he is. rearranging in your guts and husking to your ear all smug.

“think you're better suited for this. think you'd make a better whore than assassin, yeah? pretty pussy sure says so.”

"please. . ."

𝓢 𝒂𝒕𝒐𝒔𝒉𝒊 croaked, soft, sweet. so sweet for a man that was scorned.

your hips snapped forward. slapped against his ass. ground your strap deep enough to hear him whine in that pathetic way again.

"fuck— baby—!"

his head tossed back. jaw slack. eyes glossed, not stinging. you made sure the only burn he'd focus on would be the stretch of his rim around your strap. the burn of pleasure in his gut as you fucked him into the mattress and turned his muscles into mush.

"such a pretty boy, toshi," you crooned. hand stroking down his dick that throbbed in your palm. heavy and spilling with his sticky cum. your surprised he's not shooting blanks yet.

one of his big hands grip your arm. trembling. as if he couldn't snap the bone if he so wished. the other clung to the sheets. yes— clung. like a desperate little thing who couldn't handle getting fucked open by his pretty girlfriend.

"please," he croaked again. like the word was a permanent stain on his tongue.

"please— pl—"

your hips smacked forward again. faster. cutting the time between your merciless thrusts short so that he wasn't left empty for more than a second. so that he clenched, and squeezed, and whined oh so prettily.

his back arched. scarred chest jerking up into your delicate hand that awaited him. thumb stroking tenderly over his pebbled, pierced nipple. unlike the sheer filthy way in which you pounded into him. contrast. confusing. damn near maddening, if his rolling eyes and spilling tears were anything to go off of.

"please— pleasepleaseplease—!"

he whined, deep voice breaking into something pathetic. something yours. only you could see him like this. only you could squeeze his cock and make it quiver. could fuck him open until tears spilled onto his pale face and his scarred eyes crossed at the centre.

the bed shook. so did satoshi. trembling like he was something soft and fragile, not a cold and hard hitman.

no, beneath you? he was simply yours.

"you gonna cum again?"

he nodded. hasty and hiccuping as his grip slipped down your arm. to your hand. to hold you while you wrecked him. to remind himself that you were here.

that he was yours.

your hips rammed harder. shallow. grinding on a spot you've familiarised until his blunt nails tore into the sheets and the most depraved,desperate sound cracked from his throat.

"say it, satoshi. tell me what you're gonna do."

"gonna cum!"

face blotched, maw messy, drooling and crying and aching into you as he clung onto whatever he possibly could. the sheets, your hand, to the heat that you surged into him.

"gonna cum— g-gonna cum, 'm gonna cum. I love you."

he always said that when you got him like this. whether you were fucking him or he fucked you. satoshi always spluttered about his love for you.

and you always returned it. even when he was messy, and drooling and his cock was spurting all over.

you squeezed his hand, slammed your thrust. toppled your face closer to him and ghosted your lips together.

"I love you, toshi," you crooned. stroking your thumb over a throbbing vein on his dick. "love you so, so much, my angel boy."

he sobbed.

wrecked and raw as he clung to your hand. pushed up into your lips. tried to kiss you even when his muscles were mush and his mind a mess.

"fuck— fuck fuck fuck. fuuuckkkk."

you squished his swollen tip. gyrated it with the heel of your palm into his silver piercing as he helplessly bucked. higher, sloppier, until finally— he burst.

spraying thick, white ropes all over your hand. stringing it in a puddle as he whined into your mouth and suckled on your tongue. eyes rolling up to the side and snowy lashes fluttering.

you wished you could feel him clench around the strap. wished you could feel how he spasmed. how pitifully yours he was as he crashed through orgasm for you and spluttered out whimpered I love you's.

his breathing came hard. then thinned into a whine as you kissed him harder. caressing his face like you did the rest of his body. gentle.

"feels s'good— so so good," he whimpered.

"yeah?" you smiled, parting from his lips in a string of saliva.

"so good for me, angel boy?"

he shook. nodded. then buried his face into your neck and squeezed his large arms around you. holding you close. as if he could tuck you into his heart for safe keeping.

"always. . . always good for you, mommy."

silence.

your shoulders shook with a soft laugh as you turned to press a smooch over his scar. he groaned at his small slip up. sounding more like himself.

"fuck, not again," he huffed. cheeks warm.

"I like it, I promise."

you drew back, if only to press kisses all over his face. "mommy's angel boy. . ."

his sighed chuckle mixed with your giggle.

"okay, alright. off. before I give myself a stroke."

𝓖.𝐒𝐀𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐔 🌷♡ ͏͏ is fighting demons while you hump his thigh in your sleep.

♡. 𝓱𝓮𝓪𝓻𝓽𝓽𝓱𝓻𝓸𝓫. older clanhead!satoru :: age gap (40s/20s) :: arranged marriage :: smut :: wet dreams :: satoru's fighting a losing battle

⊹ ꒰ 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚝 𝚘𝚗𝚎 ꒱ ⊹

"Are you scared I'll pop your hip if you let me bounce on it?"

You chirped one day during breakfast.

He choked up his mouthful of rice. Hacked with tears in his eyes while you had the audacity to rub smooth circles on his back. Hellish minx with your hands softer than heaven.

Satoru was the strongest, and you tested all forty four years of that strength.

"You are actually going to kill me," he grunted, wiping his mouth with the back of his sleeve.

Your eyes glimmered. "You've got a hefty life insurance, rightttt?"

Never in his life had it been so hard to fight a smile. You were something else. A demon and a doe, placed into his scarred hands.

You were all he was looking for and everything that he shouldn't want, even three months into your marriage.

Every day, you chipped away at a new section of his sanity. Made his slowly failing hormones surge and erect. Ahem, in more ways than one.

It was the way you spoke to him. Silk and smooth.

The way you batted those bratty, bambi eyes at him.

The way you flaunted that pretty body of yours. Teases of skin with your kimono dipped below your shoulder. Or the towel you'd prance around in the room with, agonisingly slowly as you went about your morning routine.

Yeah. Satoru had accepted that he was married to a crazy girl. A young girl. Who looked like she was a second closer every day to jumping his bones and giving him more wrinkles in his thighs.

To say he didn't fantasise about it would be a lie. Satoru thought about the things he could do to your soft, tender body more times than he'd like to admit.

Were you all big talk? Would you crumble the second his worn hands slipped between your thighs?

Would you be able to take him at all?

Guess that's a thought that'll remain just that. A thought. A guilty fantasy he'll condemn himself for until the day he closes his eyes.

After much whining and those puppy eyes that his infinity had no chance against, he loosened up enough to cuddle you. Hold you through the night when you curled into him and tucked yourself under his chin like a cat. You sure were as mischievous as one.

But in your sleep, without those damning eyes and pretty smiles, Satoru could admire you without the threat of a vein popping. Or a stroke. Or a heart attack.

The tender slopes of your face. The gentleness of your brows. The softness of your lips. Angelic. You were angelic.

Well, when you weren't trying to hump his thigh.

Somewhere in the dead of dawn. On a day the gods decided to test his every ounce of patience, Satoru awoke to the softest, sweetest sound.

A moan.

Groggily, his eyes fluttered open. Halfway through a stir when he heard it again—

"toru."

His stare shot down. Hands already on your waist and a scold rising to his tongue.

Only to see that you were fast asleep.

Brows twitched in a small pinch. Face blotched in the darkness. Lips parted. Your fingers curled into him while your hips rolled in a stuttered rhythm.

He took a breath. Then two. Three. Enough for him to catch up to what was happening.

You were dreaming.

"Mm. . . Satoruuuu."

Worse, you were dreaming about him.

Stewing in guilty pleasure, Satoru watched for a selfish moment. Your scrunched up face. Your hips rutting on his haphazardly.

His breath lodged in his throat.

A damp spot bloomed on his thigh.

Fuck.

He grit his teeth. Summoned all his strength. Squeezed his eyes shut and said every affirmation under the sun.

I will not touch my wife who's half my age.

I will not help her horny dream self.

I will not drive myself crazy with her sweet moans.

I will not be tempted by her little wet pussy on my— NO.

He gulped. Hard. Glaring to the ceiling as he fought off demons while you humped him like a rabbit in heat.

Eventually, he found the strength to grip your waist. To stop you. More importantly, the strength to not pull you over his crotch and grind up into that sweet cunt.

Your moans stirred into whimpers. Stirred into shudders. Your bucking hips slowing until they laid motionless.

Peace.

Or well, as much peace as he could have with a heavy, hot throb between his thighs.

This was a comic. Fucking. Joke.

There you were. Sleeping soundly with a content smile on your face. Like your wetness wasn't smeared on his thigh and you weren't humping the hell out of his leg just a moment afo. Looking as beautiful as you were damning.

Fuck. He was gonna lose his mind.

Sucking in a breath, Satoru slowly unwinded his limbs from yours. Slipping away before he broke all of his vows. Not tonight. Not ever.

Even through the ice cold shower, he was staring at his pulsing erection. Refusing to go down. Standing high at attention.

He almost wanted to slap it.

Slap himself.

Slap whatever divine force brought him here. Strung him between all of his morals, and his sweet young wife.

"Toru?" Your petal voice called out.

He groaned. Slumping his head against the tiles. Oh yeah. You were gonna give him a stroke.

© 𝒔𝒘𝒆𝒆𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒊𝒄𝒊𝒔𝒎. no plagiarism or ai training authorised. divider: @/cheriisoda.

𝓖.𝐒𝐀𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐔 🌷♡ ͏͏ has you sucking his dick while he drives you home. the problem? you're his son's best friend.

♡. 𝓱𝓮𝓪𝓻𝓽𝓽𝓱𝓻𝓸𝓫. older!satoru :: age gap (40s/20s) :: smut :: roadhead :: m.oral :: fingering :: dirty talk :: reader is megumi's best friend

"Fuck, your dad's gonna kill me."

All you had was that new car smell and the scent of Satoru's cum clogging up your nose.

Rough, long fingers gripped at your hair. Blunt nails digging at your scalp. Forcing you down harder. Deeper. Till you gagged and spluttered all over his dark pants.

Swallowing your best friend's dad's cock down your throat was exactly how you wanted this night to end.

Satoru's white-knuckling the steering. You could picture his jaw set tight. Grinding moans between his teeth as those woman-killer blues of his locked to the windscreen even with his fogged, rimless glasses.

Streetlights flashed by. Pouring over the lewd scene in the front seat. Of you, on your knees and leaned over the centre console, his thick cock straining your lips. Your cherry gloss mixing with foamy precum as bob your head back to his base.

His hips twitched. Breath hitched. As the car slowed to a red light, his head finally fell back.

"Sweet lil' brat," he heaved. Sounding like his lungs were fighting god as he gripped at the back of your neck. "This your plan all along? Study session with my son so you could get me here?"

"Mhhhm."

You hummed, honeyed as you withdrew with a filthy pop. Tongue laving over his underside. Swirling on his throbbing, blushing tip.

"Of course not, Mr Gojo." You croaked, delicate hand squeezing his cock, thumbing on a vein. You pressed the hardness into the side of your face. Batting your doeish lashes up at him.

"I'm a good girl. I promise."

A curse hissed from his heaving chest. Stare heavy as it scowled down at you. A dark grin cracked onto his lips.

"Yeah? Good girl sucking old man dick? Knowing damn well my son's got a crush on her?" His hard shove forced your head back down his cock. Stretching your aching glands around his thick inches.

His hot tip smacked the back of your throat. Smearing his sickeningly sweet pre all over. Earning a saliva-filled whine from your dazed self. Your eyes fluttering back with little hearts as you slaved your mind and mouth to the sick course of sucking on a man who was twice your age. Old enough to be your father. Hell, your best friend's dad.

Gurgled babbles and filthy gawks filled the dim, humid space. Your knees rubbing raw on the leather seat as you let him fuck your throat. Taking you all the way till your chin grazed his balls and tears spilled from your eyes.

"Now that's a good girl. Fuuckk. Pretty lil' thing like you really knows how to suck a dick huh?"

His rough groan vibrated deep in your tummy. Your shaky thighs rubbed together to ease the hot slickness blooming between them.

"What's this?" Satoru breathed, cutting you a small glance as the car took off again.

The hand on your hair slipped down your back. His arm long enough to easily reach over your ass and tuck between your thighs. A sly middle and index nestled against soaked cotton. Stroking over your swollen flesh.

"Getting your panties all sticky just from sucking me off? Oh poor baby," his tut was drawled, pouted as he massaged your quivering cunt. Rubbing on the wet spot and grinding his callouses right beneath your clit.

You choked around him. Eyes fluttering back as you tried to press yourself into him. Whimpering around his pulsing cock as your head stuttered in its movements.

His hips bucked a bit. Stuffing you full again until you spluttered.

"Uh uh sweet thing, c'mon." He cooed. "Keep that throat niicceee and full. You're a good girl, remember?"

You barely managed a nod. Taking him back down till he bulged your bobbing throat again. All while he played with your needy cunt and kept his eyes on the road.

Never slipping in, never stuffing you full from both sides, Satoru merely kept you in the desperate position. Bent over his centre console, in his car, with his cum threatening to spill down your throat any second.

"Three minutes, sweetheart. Better— fuck. Hurry if you wanna take something home with ya." He strained, pinching your clit through your soaked panties.

You whined. Hollowing your cheeks. Squeezing your throat. Your head pumped in a shot of vigour. Eager to taste his cum before you trotted back into your house and smiled at your parents. Lied through your teeth about how productive your study session was when you wouldn't remember anything other than the smell of your best friend's dad and the taste of his cum.

Spit and pre mixed. Stringing a filthy web between your lips and his crotch. Snapping and splashing as you worked him. Jerking back to focus on his tip. Sucked on a vein. Then greedily took him back all the way. Till your throat would miss the shape of him when this was all over.

The car slowed as Satoru got close. Both to your home and his orgasm. Words melting into a stream of deep groans and gruff grunts.

His hips slammed! up as he turned the corner. Grinding nastily into your mouth. Twitching and throbbing like mad as that thick, underside vein of his pulsed hard at the back of your tongue.

"Better fuckin— take every, hah, every drop like the good girl ya keep telling me you are." Words broken, rough. You swore his eyes must've been rolling back.

As the car pulled up, his hand slammed down. Shoving your head all the way. Till your eyes rolled into your skull and your mind flatlined.

"Fuck, oh fuck babbyyy."

Hot, thick spurts frothed up your throat. Creaming you so full that it bubbled back up into your mouth. Spilling around your glossy lips. Trickling down your chin.

You didn't care for the mess. Too lost in your newest addiction: old cock and cum.

Satoru's breaths heaved. Wheezed and burning as he slumped back into the seat. Glossy eyes looped to the car roof as his glasses slipped down his nose.

"Fucking. . . gonna give me a stroke." He groaned, grinding his hips a few more times into your greedy mouth.

You hummed in response. Dazed. If it were up to you, you would have stayed there. Nursing on his cock and lapping his cum.

No such luck. Satoru lifted you off of him soon enough. Cupping your face and swiping a thumb on your lower lip.

"Can't keep doing this, y'know." He breathed. But his eyes told you that's hardly what he wanted.

Nudging your face into his palm, you pouted. "You can't ignore me now. I sucked your dick in a car. We're practically engaged."

He sighed, deep and fond before he pressed a kiss between your brows. Achingly affectionate.

"Crazy girl."

© 𝒔𝒘𝒆𝒆𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒊𝒄𝒊𝒔𝒎. no plagiarism or ai training authorised. divider: @/cheriisoda. art cred: @/osakku_ ( ig )

𝓖.𝐒𝐀𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐔 🌷♡ ͏͏ has you sucking his dick while he drives you home. the problem? you're his son's best friend.

♡. 𝓱𝓮𝓪𝓻𝓽𝓽𝓱𝓻𝓸𝓫. older!satoru :: age gap (40s/20s) :: smut :: roadhead :: m.oral :: fingering :: dirty talk :: reader is megumi's best friend

"Fuck, your dad's gonna kill me."

All you had was that new car smell and the scent of Satoru's cum clogging up your nose.

Rough, long fingers gripped at your hair. Blunt nails digging at your scalp. Forcing you down harder. Deeper. Till you gagged and spluttered all over his dark pants.

Swallowing your best friend's dad's cock down your throat was exactly how you wanted this night to end.

Satoru's white-knuckling the steering. You could picture his jaw set tight. Grinding moans between his teeth as those woman-killer blues of his locked to the windscreen even with his fogged, rimless glasses.

Streetlights flashed by. Pouring over the lewd scene in the front seat. Of you, on your knees and leaned over the centre console, his thick cock straining your lips. Your cherry gloss mixing with foamy precum as bob your head back to his base.

His hips twitched. Breath hitched. As the car slowed to a red light, his head finally fell back.

"Sweet lil' brat," he heaved. Sounding like his lungs were fighting god as he gripped at the back of your neck. "This your plan all along? Study session with my son so you could get me here?"

"Mhhhm."

You hummed, honeyed as you withdrew with a filthy pop. Tongue laving over his underside. Swirling on his throbbing, blushing tip.

"Of course not, Mr Gojo." You croaked, delicate hand squeezing his cock, thumbing on a vein. You pressed the hardness into the side of your face. Batting your doeish lashes up at him.

"I'm a good girl. I promise."

A curse hissed from his heaving chest. Stare heavy as it scowled down at you. A dark grin cracked onto his lips.

"Yeah? Good girl sucking old man dick? Knowing damn well my son's got a crush on her?" His hard shove forced your head back down his cock. Stretching your aching glands around his thick inches.

His hot tip smacked the back of your throat. Smearing his sickeningly sweet pre all over. Earning a saliva-filled whine from your dazed self. Your eyes fluttering back with little hearts as you slaved your mind and mouth to the sick course of sucking on a man who was twice your age. Old enough to be your father. Hell, your best friend's dad.

Gurgled babbles and filthy gawks filled the dim, humid space. Your knees rubbing raw on the leather seat as you let him fuck your throat. Taking you all the way till your chin grazed his balls and tears spilled from your eyes.

"Now that's a good girl. Fuuckk. Pretty lil' thing like you really knows how to suck a dick huh?"

His rough groan vibrated deep in your tummy. Your shaky thighs rubbed together to ease the hot slickness blooming between them.

"What's this?" Satoru breathed, cutting you a small glance as the car took off again.

The hand on your hair slipped down your back. His arm long enough to easily reach over your ass and tuck between your thighs. A sly middle and index nestled against soaked cotton. Stroking over your swollen flesh.

"Getting your panties all sticky just from sucking me off? Oh poor baby," his tut was drawled, pouted as he massaged your quivering cunt. Rubbing on the wet spot and grinding his callouses right beneath your clit.

You choked around him. Eyes fluttering back as you tried to press yourself into him. Whimpering around his pulsing cock as your head stuttered in its movements.

His hips bucked a bit. Stuffing you full again until you spluttered.

"Uh uh sweet thing, c'mon." He cooed. "Keep that throat niicceee and full. You're a good girl, remember?"

You barely managed a nod. Taking him back down till he bulged your bobbing throat again. All while he played with your needy cunt and kept his eyes on the road.

Never slipping in, never stuffing you full from both sides, Satoru merely kept you in the desperate position. Bent over his centre console, in his car, with his cum threatening to spill down your throat any second.

"Three minutes, sweetheart. Better— fuck. Hurry if you wanna take something home with ya." He strained, pinching your clit through your soaked panties.

You whined. Hollowing your cheeks. Squeezing your throat. Your head pumped in a shot of vigour. Eager to taste his cum before you trotted back into your house and smiled at your parents. Lied through your teeth about how productive your study session was when you wouldn't remember anything other than the smell of your best friend's dad and the taste of his cum.

Spit and pre mixed. Stringing a filthy web between your lips and his crotch. Snapping and splashing as you worked him. Jerking back to focus on his tip. Sucked on a vein. Then greedily took him back all the way. Till your throat would miss the shape of him when this was all over.

The car slowed as Satoru got close. Both to your home and his orgasm. Words melting into a stream of deep groans and gruff grunts.

His hips slammed! up as he turned the corner. Grinding nastily into your mouth. Twitching and throbbing like mad as that thick, underside vein of his pulsed hard at the back of your tongue.

"Better fuckin— take every, hah, every drop like the good girl ya keep telling me you are." Words broken, rough. You swore his eyes must've been rolling back.

As the car pulled up, his hand slammed down. Shoving your head all the way. Till your eyes rolled into your skull and your mind flatlined.

"Fuck, oh fuck babbyyy."

Hot, thick spurts frothed up your throat. Creaming you so full that it bubbled back up into your mouth. Spilling around your glossy lips. Trickling down your chin.

You didn't care for the mess. Too lost in your newest addiction: old cock and cum.

Satoru's breaths heaved. Wheezed and burning as he slumped back into the seat. Glossy eyes looped to the car roof as his glasses slipped down his nose.

"Fucking. . . gonna give me a stroke." He groaned, grinding his hips a few more times into your greedy mouth.

You hummed in response. Dazed. If it were up to you, you would have stayed there. Nursing on his cock and lapping his cum.

No such luck. Satoru lifted you off of him soon enough. Cupping your face and swiping a thumb on your lower lip.

"Can't keep doing this, y'know." He breathed. But his eyes told you that's hardly what he wanted.

Nudging your face into his palm, you pouted. "You can't ignore me now. I sucked your dick in a car. We're practically engaged."

He sighed, deep and fond before he pressed a kiss between your brows. Achingly affectionate.

"Crazy girl."

© 𝒔𝒘𝒆𝒆𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒊𝒄𝒊𝒔𝒎. no plagiarism or ai training authorised. divider: @/cheriisoda. art cred: @/osakku_ ( ig )

𝓖.𝐒𝐀𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐔 🌷♡ ͏͏ has you sucking his dick while he drives you home. the problem? you're his son's best friend.

♡. 𝓱𝓮𝓪𝓻𝓽𝓽𝓱𝓻𝓸𝓫. older!satoru :: age gap (40s/20s) :: smut :: roadhead :: m.oral :: fingering :: dirty talk :: reader is megumi's best friend

"Fuck, your dad's gonna kill me."

All you had was that new car smell and the scent of Satoru's cum clogging up your nose.

Rough, long fingers gripped at your hair. Blunt nails digging at your scalp. Forcing you down harder. Deeper. Till you gagged and spluttered all over his dark pants.

Swallowing your best friend's dad's cock down your throat was exactly how you wanted this night to end.

Satoru's white-knuckling the steering. You could picture his jaw set tight. Grinding moans between his teeth as those woman-killer blues of his locked to the windscreen even with his fogged, rimless glasses.

Streetlights flashed by. Pouring over the lewd scene in the front seat. Of you, on your knees and leaned over the centre console, his thick cock straining your lips. Your cherry gloss mixing with foamy precum as bob your head back to his base.

His hips twitched. Breath hitched. As the car slowed to a red light, his head finally fell back.

"Sweet lil' brat," he heaved. Sounding like his lungs were fighting god as he gripped at the back of your neck. "This your plan all along? Study session with my son so you could get me here?"

"Mhhhm."

You hummed, honeyed as you withdrew with a filthy pop. Tongue laving over his underside. Swirling on his throbbing, blushing tip.

"Of course not, Mr Gojo." You croaked, delicate hand squeezing his cock, thumbing on a vein. You pressed the hardness into the side of your face. Batting your doeish lashes up at him.

"I'm a good girl. I promise."

A curse hissed from his heaving chest. Stare heavy as it scowled down at you. A dark grin cracked onto his lips.

"Yeah? Good girl sucking old man dick? Knowing damn well my son's got a crush on her?" His hard shove forced your head back down his cock. Stretching your aching glands around his thick inches.

His hot tip smacked the back of your throat. Smearing his sickeningly sweet pre all over. Earning a saliva-filled whine from your dazed self. Your eyes fluttering back with little hearts as you slaved your mind and mouth to the sick course of sucking on a man who was twice your age. Old enough to be your father. Hell, your best friend's dad.

Gurgled babbles and filthy gawks filled the dim, humid space. Your knees rubbing raw on the leather seat as you let him fuck your throat. Taking you all the way till your chin grazed his balls and tears spilled from your eyes.

"Now that's a good girl. Fuuckk. Pretty lil' thing like you really knows how to suck a dick huh?"

His rough groan vibrated deep in your tummy. Your shaky thighs rubbed together to ease the hot slickness blooming between them.

"What's this?" Satoru breathed, cutting you a small glance as the car took off again.

The hand on your hair slipped down your back. His arm long enough to easily reach over your ass and tuck between your thighs. A sly middle and index nestled against soaked cotton. Stroking over your swollen flesh.

"Getting your panties all sticky just from sucking me off? Oh poor baby," his tut was drawled, pouted as he massaged your quivering cunt. Rubbing on the wet spot and grinding his callouses right beneath your clit.

You choked around him. Eyes fluttering back as you tried to press yourself into him. Whimpering around his pulsing cock as your head stuttered in its movements.

His hips bucked a bit. Stuffing you full again until you spluttered.

"Uh uh sweet thing, c'mon." He cooed. "Keep that throat niicceee and full. You're a good girl, remember?"

You barely managed a nod. Taking him back down till he bulged your bobbing throat again. All while he played with your needy cunt and kept his eyes on the road.

Never slipping in, never stuffing you full from both sides, Satoru merely kept you in the desperate position. Bent over his centre console, in his car, with his cum threatening to spill down your throat any second.

"Three minutes, sweetheart. Better— fuck. Hurry if you wanna take something home with ya." He strained, pinching your clit through your soaked panties.

You whined. Hollowing your cheeks. Squeezing your throat. Your head pumped in a shot of vigour. Eager to taste his cum before you trotted back into your house and smiled at your parents. Lied through your teeth about how productive your study session was when you wouldn't remember anything other than the smell of your best friend's dad and the taste of his cum.

Spit and pre mixed. Stringing a filthy web between your lips and his crotch. Snapping and splashing as you worked him. Jerking back to focus on his tip. Sucked on a vein. Then greedily took him back all the way. Till your throat would miss the shape of him when this was all over.

The car slowed as Satoru got close. Both to your home and his orgasm. Words melting into a stream of deep groans and gruff grunts.

His hips slammed! up as he turned the corner. Grinding nastily into your mouth. Twitching and throbbing like mad as that thick, underside vein of his pulsed hard at the back of your tongue.

"Better fuckin— take every, hah, every drop like the good girl ya keep telling me you are." Words broken, rough. You swore his eyes must've been rolling back.

As the car pulled up, his hand slammed down. Shoving your head all the way. Till your eyes rolled into your skull and your mind flatlined.

"Fuck, oh fuck babbyyy."

Hot, thick spurts frothed up your throat. Creaming you so full that it bubbled back up into your mouth. Spilling around your glossy lips. Trickling down your chin.

You didn't care for the mess. Too lost in your newest addiction: old cock and cum.

Satoru's breaths heaved. Wheezed and burning as he slumped back into the seat. Glossy eyes looped to the car roof as his glasses slipped down his nose.

"Fucking. . . gonna give me a stroke." He groaned, grinding his hips a few more times into your greedy mouth.

You hummed in response. Dazed. If it were up to you, you would have stayed there. Nursing on his cock and lapping his cum.

No such luck. Satoru lifted you off of him soon enough. Cupping your face and swiping a thumb on your lower lip.

"Can't keep doing this, y'know." He breathed. But his eyes told you that's hardly what he wanted.

Nudging your face into his palm, you pouted. "You can't ignore me now. I sucked your dick in a car. We're practically engaged."

He sighed, deep and fond before he pressed a kiss between your brows. Achingly affectionate.

"Crazy girl."

© 𝒔𝒘𝒆𝒆𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒊𝒄𝒊𝒔𝒎. no plagiarism or ai training authorised. divider: @/cheriisoda. art cred: @/osakku_ ( ig )

𝓖.𝐒𝐀𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐔 🌷♡ ͏͏ has you sucking his dick while he drives you home. the problem? you're his son's best friend.

♡. 𝓱𝓮𝓪𝓻𝓽𝓽𝓱𝓻𝓸𝓫. older!satoru :: age gap (40s/20s) :: smut :: roadhead :: m.oral :: fingering :: dirty talk :: reader is megumi's best friend

"Fuck, your dad's gonna kill me."

All you had was that new car smell and the scent of Satoru's cum clogging up your nose.

Rough, long fingers gripped at your hair. Blunt nails digging at your scalp. Forcing you down harder. Deeper. Till you gagged and spluttered all over his dark pants.

Swallowing your best friend's dad's cock down your throat was exactly how you wanted this night to end.

Satoru's white-knuckling the steering. You could picture his jaw set tight. Grinding moans between his teeth as those woman-killer blues of his locked to the windscreen even with his fogged, rimless glasses.

Streetlights flashed by. Pouring over the lewd scene in the front seat. Of you, on your knees and leaned over the centre console, his thick cock straining your lips. Your cherry gloss mixing with foamy precum as bob your head back to his base.

His hips twitched. Breath hitched. As the car slowed to a red light, his head finally fell back.

"Sweet lil' brat," he heaved. Sounding like his lungs were fighting god as he gripped at the back of your neck. "This your plan all along? Study session with my son so you could get me here?"

"Mhhhm."

You hummed, honeyed as you withdrew with a filthy pop. Tongue laving over his underside. Swirling on his throbbing, blushing tip.

"Of course not, Mr Gojo." You croaked, delicate hand squeezing his cock, thumbing on a vein. You pressed the hardness into the side of your face. Batting your doeish lashes up at him.

"I'm a good girl. I promise."

A curse hissed from his heaving chest. Stare heavy as it scowled down at you. A dark grin cracked onto his lips.

"Yeah? Good girl sucking old man dick? Knowing damn well my son's got a crush on her?" His hard shove forced your head back down his cock. Stretching your aching glands around his thick inches.

His hot tip smacked the back of your throat. Smearing his sickeningly sweet pre all over. Earning a saliva-filled whine from your dazed self. Your eyes fluttering back with little hearts as you slaved your mind and mouth to the sick course of sucking on a man who was twice your age. Old enough to be your father. Hell, your best friend's dad.

Gurgled babbles and filthy gawks filled the dim, humid space. Your knees rubbing raw on the leather seat as you let him fuck your throat. Taking you all the way till your chin grazed his balls and tears spilled from your eyes.

"Now that's a good girl. Fuuckk. Pretty lil' thing like you really knows how to suck a dick huh?"

His rough groan vibrated deep in your tummy. Your shaky thighs rubbed together to ease the hot slickness blooming between them.

"What's this?" Satoru breathed, cutting you a small glance as the car took off again.

The hand on your hair slipped down your back. His arm long enough to easily reach over your ass and tuck between your thighs. A sly middle and index nestled against soaked cotton. Stroking over your swollen flesh.

"Getting your panties all sticky just from sucking me off? Oh poor baby," his tut was drawled, pouted as he massaged your quivering cunt. Rubbing on the wet spot and grinding his callouses right beneath your clit.

You choked around him. Eyes fluttering back as you tried to press yourself into him. Whimpering around his pulsing cock as your head stuttered in its movements.

His hips bucked a bit. Stuffing you full again until you spluttered.

"Uh uh sweet thing, c'mon." He cooed. "Keep that throat niicceee and full. You're a good girl, remember?"

You barely managed a nod. Taking him back down till he bulged your bobbing throat again. All while he played with your needy cunt and kept his eyes on the road.

Never slipping in, never stuffing you full from both sides, Satoru merely kept you in the desperate position. Bent over his centre console, in his car, with his cum threatening to spill down your throat any second.

"Three minutes, sweetheart. Better— fuck. Hurry if you wanna take something home with ya." He strained, pinching your clit through your soaked panties.

You whined. Hollowing your cheeks. Squeezing your throat. Your head pumped in a shot of vigour. Eager to taste his cum before you trotted back into your house and smiled at your parents. Lied through your teeth about how productive your study session was when you wouldn't remember anything other than the smell of your best friend's dad and the taste of his cum.

Spit and pre mixed. Stringing a filthy web between your lips and his crotch. Snapping and splashing as you worked him. Jerking back to focus on his tip. Sucked on a vein. Then greedily took him back all the way. Till your throat would miss the shape of him when this was all over.

The car slowed as Satoru got close. Both to your home and his orgasm. Words melting into a stream of deep groans and gruff grunts.

His hips slammed! up as he turned the corner. Grinding nastily into your mouth. Twitching and throbbing like mad as that thick, underside vein of his pulsed hard at the back of your tongue.

"Better fuckin— take every, hah, every drop like the good girl ya keep telling me you are." Words broken, rough. You swore his eyes must've been rolling back.

As the car pulled up, his hand slammed down. Shoving your head all the way. Till your eyes rolled into your skull and your mind flatlined.

"Fuck, oh fuck babbyyy."

Hot, thick spurts frothed up your throat. Creaming you so full that it bubbled back up into your mouth. Spilling around your glossy lips. Trickling down your chin.

You didn't care for the mess. Too lost in your newest addiction: old cock and cum.

Satoru's breaths heaved. Wheezed and burning as he slumped back into the seat. Glossy eyes looped to the car roof as his glasses slipped down his nose.

"Fucking. . . gonna give me a stroke." He groaned, grinding his hips a few more times into your greedy mouth.

You hummed in response. Dazed. If it were up to you, you would have stayed there. Nursing on his cock and lapping his cum.

No such luck. Satoru lifted you off of him soon enough. Cupping your face and swiping a thumb on your lower lip.

"Can't keep doing this, y'know." He breathed. But his eyes told you that's hardly what he wanted.

Nudging your face into his palm, you pouted. "You can't ignore me now. I sucked your dick in a car. We're practically engaged."

He sighed, deep and fond before he pressed a kiss between your brows. Achingly affectionate.

"Crazy girl."

© 𝒔𝒘𝒆𝒆𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒊𝒄𝒊𝒔𝒎. no plagiarism or ai training authorised. divider: @/cheriisoda. art cred: @/osakku_ ( ig )