#juno_sama

The plot was far from Choso’s mind, all he knew was a girl needed saving from her prince charming and a villain stood in the hero’s way from saving her, what other side plots there were in the story flew over his dizzy brain. The only thing that was consistent with his mushy thoughts was how much he wanted you to keep going back and forth to feel good on his cock and how much he wanted to cum.

“Bun bun, I can’t take it-” your waist gyrates in a slow circle on his lap and a rush of pleasure fuels him blind, eyes seeing distant stars in the sky, “-please I wanna cum, so bad” Your body tingles with bliss as you lift your hips up and sinking back down on his pleasure. “You can take it, I know you can,” you were panting too, just trying to hold bits of sanity before you are humped dumb with the cock stretching your cunt.

Choso was starting to heave for air, his chest expanding and sinking back in as he shakes his head on your back, “No, No, I can’t.” he whimpered, his arms wrap around your waist, pulling you closer as he started planting kisses from your shoulder up to the base behind your ear as if coaxing you to consider his plea, his desperation. 

Despite how much he was whimpering, practically begging that he couldn’t take it anymore, he was a victim to your needy voice. How your voice begged and craved for him to hang on just a little longer, you mewled so sweetly, “Please… Choso,” he already lost once you said his name, “Just a little more, I wanna feel full of your cock” your face drops to something obscene, erotic as one would say the moment you sunk yourself further against his body.. Your eyes roll back as Choso’s fat tip nudges a part inside of you that makes you so damn close to cumming. 

“I can pump you full of my cum, you want it don’t you, bun bun?” he cooed with heavy breaths, his hands trying so hard not to fuck yourself on him but he was teetering off the edge of control, just one slip and he was game over. He was holding back so hard, his grip on your waist tightened, you fear that bruises would start to color your hips in the shape of his strong hands, a reflection of how he was forcing your body to stay in one place as his hips jutter and rapidly thrust into you.

“Please I just wanna cum so bad,” he begged. You gasp for air and a moan leaves you, you nodded at his words, your hands that held his thick thighs move up to his hands, “Mhm, okay please Cho,” you craned your neck to look at him with needy tearfilled eyes, your face red as you mutter so adorably, “Fill me up, I wan’ it”

Choso groans and he nods, kissing your cheek as his hands start to roam your body, his hands feel themselves on your breasts, cupping and playing with the buds of your chest as he starts kissing you some more. His lips meshed with yours in full raw desperation, he pulls away briefly for air before kissing you again. The stimulus on your chest felt so good you felt like putty as you kissed him. Choso lifts you up from his cock and he winces at the sensitivity  before spinning you around to face him before gently lining his cock down the slit of your pussy.

Oh despite whining that he was super sensitive, he wasn’t sensitive enough to stop teasing you. Your pussy was dripping with precum, practically weeping for him and Chose takes his cock and started slapping your pussy lips, plap! plap! plap! Echoing in the living room. “Choso please,” you hold him by his strong shoulders, “Stop teasing me already!” you cry, just wanting him to put his thick package right inside your gummy walls.

He chuckles breathlessly, “ ‘m sorry bun,” he then holds you by the hips and he angled himself  before gently pushing the entirety of his cock inside. You moan and Choso doesn’t waste his time and starts thrusting his hips to meet yours. 

The weight of your bodies made the couch squeak over and over again, Choso was whining as he fucked himself into you, fuck he sounded so desperate and so damn filthy as your walls squeezed so perfectly around him.

“Yes bun bun, fuck you feel so- oh shiiit” he gasps for air, “So good f’me”

You placed your hands over his chest, trying to find balance for your legs that started to shake and buckle, you were weak. “Touch me Cho’, please please” He heeds your pleas and touches you everywhere he can, squeezing the round of your tits, your thighs, your ass.

Everything felt so warm so pleasurable, just so damn good. “ ‘m close bun bun, I’m g’nna cum-” his hips start rutting into you without rhythm, just fucking himself into your pussy. You nodded at his words, a whimper leaving you as you feel his cock rut deeper and deeper in you.

Choso leans forward to suck on your tits and his right hand squeezes your ass before sliding his thumb to circle over your sensitive clit. You threw your head back, your body was so sensitive and worked up  sweat was starting to perspire and make your skin glisten. 

“Gon’ I’m gonna-” your body arches beautifully as you start to squirt and cum all over Choso. Your mind temporarily becomes blind and numb, you probably met God from how high you felt. 

The string holding him together loosening and suddenly it unravels and Choso moans obscenely loud as he holds you down on his cock, his face nuzzled in the space between your tits while his thick loads of cum fill you up. 

Choso was panting hard for air, his hair stuck to his skin and as he started to catch his breath he cups your red face, “You okay bun bun? Was it too much?” You shook your head, you couldn’t say a single thing, mind still recovering from that hard orgasm. 

He kisses your forehead  then gently rocked his hips, you wince and shiver from sensitivity, “So full,” you mutter, your hand palming your tummy.

“Yeah?” He teases you softly. His attention diverts down to your cunt, still wrapped so perfectly around his cock. He can see bits of cum dripping down from your pussy and he moans softly at the sight.  

“There’s cum leakin’ out bun bun” he gently laid you on the couch, he lifted your legs and put them on his shoulders.

“I needa fuck it back in”

She had various faces and usual clients she frequented, one of them was an infamous Satoru Gojo. A philanthropist with thick loads of dough in the bank, to add, he was good as her client. One of her favorites if she had to choose from her usuals. He was undoubtedly confident that it can be mistaken as pride. He was skilled, not only with the way his body pleased her but with his way of speaking too. The way he acts, the way he talks, every way of who he is, he truly was an enamouring piece. Yet despite all these attributes, he was mysterious. He had been her client for two years, and although they see each other frequently, it was odd how out of every client she had, she knew him less than every person she had run towards her in times of need.

She can only grasp small details of who he is in the light conversations they have either before or after their usual business. Facts such as he was an educational teacher at a prefecture in Tokyo, how he hated the higher ups of their school or something of the sort, and how he has terrible affiliations with his family. All of these facts were things scattered across the years.

It was common for her to face clients with troubled lives, often the reasons why they seek her services in the first place and she was happy to help put that load off their shoulders temporarily.

Her phone buzzes and she checks her messages. Why it was Satoru Gojo himself, asking to meet her at 7 PM at their usual hotel.

Of course she arrived there first, she was always the first to arrive when it comes to meeting with her clients, after all she wouldn't want to make a bad impression  on them with a tardy slip. She waits in their bedroom, gently touching up her makeup while waiting for him. It wasn't long when he arrived.

She greets him, the usual smile as she swipes her lipstick across her lips, "Satoru," he preferred to be called that, "How are you? You look exhausted." She relaxed her shoulders and crossed her legs on the vanity chair. Satoru laid flat on the bed, a childish feat wading over him as he let out an exaggerated sigh, "Being the best all the time is so tiring~" he sang, though she noticed how his usual pretty blue hues dimmed slightly. She was perceptive of him sometimes, not all the time, she wasn't perfect but she could tell when he was worn out. He was definitely worn out today.

She giggled and hummed as she crawled on top of him, "If that's the case, you want me to do the work today?" he shook his head, "I still have some left in me," his hands wrapped around her hips, pressing her body down on his. "You know it's my job to please you right?" he smirked, playful, "I want to remind you that it can be a client's job too." he leans close to her face. Face warm from the sudden tension, she sighed, "You're such an interesting person Satoru..." "I know~" his eyes cast their attention down her lips, "You used the one I bought you for your birthday, " he commented, amused, she pushes him down on the bed and littered kisses across his neck, "The red looks nice, especially when I do this to you..." she flirts and he only smiled.

There was something off with it, a very tired one. She kept his reaction in mind and did the usual routine, "What's our safeword today?" "Peaches, I watched the new Mario Movie..." he kids, she nods, "Mood? Or do you wanna figure it out as we go?" He thinks and sighs, "Something chill, I had a rough day..." he's quiet for a moment and she nods and hums, "That's okay..."

She gently scattered kisses across his neck and collar, her lips printing themselves in red on his pale and supple skin. She smiles at the sight and sits up to admire the start of her work of art. "I think you made a really good decision on the lipstick."

He cocks his head to the side and grinned slyly, "I know," his hands settled on her waist and she spread her thighs wider to feel his package up close with her own, she rocks her body back and forth and Satoru hums as tingles of pleasure takes over his body.

She leaned forward and started unbuttoning his uniform, "I'm gonna take this off m'kay?" she whispered softly and he nodded, "Please..." as she unraveled each button of his uniform she pressed kisses on his bare chest, red scattering themselves everywhere it was a wonder how much color was still on her lips.

As she reached the last button, she looked up to see his face, it was for a moment, blank then shifted to a strange look of worry. She hums and kisses the space below his navel, "Peaches?" she asked and he snaps back to the reality he was in with her, "Wha- Oh, no, keep going,"

She tilts her head, her fingers at the hem of his pants, "Are you sure?" He nods and he reaches to play with her hair, "There's just a lot on my mind right now.." He chuckled humorlessly, "I'll be fine." she nods, and unbuttons his pants, "Okay, just say Peaches if you want to stop entirely, you know me." He nods.

"I know"

Humming she traced kisses  down from the spot at his navel to his pubic bone as she shimmied his pants down his legs. Satoru had been blessed with a large and thick package and he knew it, his pride only growing further when she pointed it out each time both of them had sex. Despite the occasion where his pride over his size takes the reign over his actions, she can't seem to get over it. It adds more to her favoritism in clients.

Satoru breathes shakily, his dark rimmed glasses failing to hide how his eyes showed the effects of how she affected him just by touching him, kissing him everywhere.

"Take it slow this time, m'kay? I'm really sensitive." he muttered.

The woman hums working her way down his cock and as her hands wrapped around him he hissed. She smiles softly as she looks up at him, "I always take my time."

She trails kisses from the tip down to his base. The sorcerer held his breath, sheets clamped up in his large hands, "Wait-" her lips wrapped around the aching tip and Satoru groaned, his breath caught somewhere in the air as he pants breathlessly, as if trying to catch it.

Her tongue started to do its magic. Humming, she rolled her tongue around his tip and he let out a sweet whimper as he squeezed his eyes shut. His grip on the sheets grew tighter and quickly did he reach for her hair, despite how tightly he held her it was quite pleasurable. She gripped his thighs down as she continued to please him with her mouth, rolling her tongue across the leaking tip, she could taste the amount of precum leaking from the tip.

Satoru's hips flex and his cock sinks deeper in her mouth and he moans rather drunkenly at her ministrations. "Fuck, fuck-" he gasps for air when she hollows her mouth to suck him up, "-fuck me~"  his body becomes desperate for that sweet tip over  at the edge and he pulls her up by the hair and starts rutting his cock against her pretty little face.

The woman moaned at his roughness, drool, spit and cum was lining down her chin and his pretty little cock.

"I'm close!-" tears start pooling at the edge of his eyes and the pleasure bubbles and bubbles up and that bubble soon after pops and a long, sweet, yet pathetic moan leaves him as he cums in her mouth.

She pulls away and swallows the thick load of cum down her throat. Satoru pants for air and as he catches his breath, tears start rolling down his face. Soft sobs leave him as he pathetically wipes each never ending tear off his face like a child. (Name) takes notice of his weeping face and she quickly covers him up with the blanket. She leaves the bed for a moment to fetch both of them a bottle of water from the vanity table.

She then sits on his lap, face filled with concern as she taps his thigh, the three taps of stopping the session. They rarely ever use it, "What's wrong Satoru?" "What?" She leans back on his thighs gently, trying to not put too much pressure as she leans forward, "I know you had an off day at work today and you want to let off some steam but now you're crying. What's wrong?" She hands him the water bottle as she starts taking drinks of her own.

He looked away sniffling as he took the bottle of water from her, "It's nothing..." she sighed, clearly not buying it, "Talk to me." "This isn't really part of our list in the contract agreement." he kids, she shifts off his thighs and sits beside him as she folds her legs underneath herself, "It feels wrong to continue having sex with you knowing we are not on the same page together." Her heart pounds nervously, "So tell me what's wrong. Unless you don't want to, that's completely fine."

He sighed, finally gulping down the bottle of water before gasping out "I don't... I don't know." she hops off the bed and slips her panties back and returns to his side, "I'm listening... Take me as one of your friends or at least someone you trust. I tell no one of my clients stories."

She was unsure when or how but he vented the emotional turmoil he was experiencing but throughout it all, she didn't shift to stop his voice from being heard. She sat and listened, occasionally bringing her hand to his thighs to caress them with assurance.

Being the strongest, he does everything he can to not only make himself succeed but his students too. He is strong all on his own and today was one of those days where he realized that he was all alone, and he will always be alone fighting battles no one else can because he was and is the strongest. He is alone because of his own successes and experience, and no matter how the story changes, he will never meet someone at their level like they will never reach his and he cries at this narrative. Why did it have to be this way?

He weeps softly, and she embraces him, she doesn't know what to say, what do you usually say to things like this? She has never heard of stories such as this, as most clients do when they confess their vices, they see themselves wishing to be above the position they are in, some spout heresy and irony of their own lowly position and at those tales, she knew what to say and what to do. But this?

"I'm sorry..." she smiled, reassuring him as best she can, "It's okay. I know I'm not on the same level as you but I'm here. You can trust me and I hope that's enough..." "It's fine." He shakes his head, he knows that already and he wants to feel like he has reached the same level as her, to go below than he already is but that's not possible.

"I know this is weird but I still wanna fuck..." he laughed through his tears, she smiled and crawled in the space between his legs, "then let me do the work tonight... and just say Peaches if its too much, okay?" He nods, his pretty eyes batting with tears still in his eyes. She coos and cups his face, "I want you to keep your eyes on me m'kay baby?" She meets his face and leans forward to kiss him.

Satoru's chest sparks with such overwhelming warmth, tears pool in his eyes again as he kisses her feverishly. He brings her closer to him, his hands cupping her face and he tilts his head to bring her in a kiss much more passionate than the ones before that it made her knees buckle. (Name) grabs a hold of his shoulders and as she stabilizes herself, she cups his face, wiping whatever tear dared to roll down his face.

When they pulled away for air, they shared a sweet moment of quiet, just staring at one another so sweetly you could mistake it as romance. She cups his face again, thumb caressing his cheek as she pulls his face closer to scatter kisses across his face like a painting. Satoru closes his eyes, his lips tries so hard to prevent a grin tracing his mouth and he fails as he giggles from each tender sweetness she showers him.

"It tickles..."

She smiles fondly at his beaming face, "That's what I wanna see..."

(Name) pulls away for a moment and starts to take her dress off gently, no desperate fever to get it done and over with, just a moment to simply take her time over and enjoy. As her dress falls down to the floor, Satoru's gulps as he takes in the sight of her in a lingerie set, one that he bought personally as another birthday gift. She never got around to wearing it before, always making the excuses of 'not wanting to ruin the pretty lace' and 'having other sets to wear' so he never got around to seeing you wear it, especially on her birthday.

As she reaches to unclasp her bra Satoru reaches for her arm, "No, don't remove it." She stops and she sees the way he admired her in the set which was similar to a child, so curious and so innocent. He wasn't shy when it came to looking either, not that she complained. He admired how the lace wrapped around her breast, the way it cupped so perfectly around them he could feel his pride grow for picking such a gorgeous set, especially for her.

His eyes trailed down her stomach where her lacy suspender belt hugged her waist, the lace having intricate and lovely patterns across it that dragged on to her underwear. As Satoru finished his obvious admiring and ogling at her body he noticed how her thighs with translucent stockings, bunched up as the band held its shape while being attached to the lacy belt.

"Does it look familiar?" she crawled on top of him, setting herself perfectly on his lap.

Satoru nods, a breath he didn't know he was holding leaves him, "You're finally wearing it." His hands settle around her waist. "I thought it would be a nice surprise for you today. I haven't worn it since I got it." she explained.

His hands dragged down from his waist down to her thighs, "You're pretty." she flushed at his complement and playfully rolled her eyes, "Tell me something I don't know." "I just like reminding you." he teases.

(Name) starts rocking her hips back and forth on him, eyes locked with Satoru's. He squeezes her hips, his cock straining with sensitivity from his initial orgasm. The woman brings her fingers to her mouth, licking and sucking on them until they're soaked with spit and as she did so, she never stopped looking away from Satoru who had to take in a shaky breath from what she was doing. "Fuck."

She smirked and slowly brought her fingers down body, then down her clothed pussy. She sighs as she feels her fingers prod and touch her place of pleasure, each touch sending tingles down her body.

"You're making me so wet Satoru" she moans, the man before her hums and kisses her, hands caressing and touching her wherever he can. (Name) gently prods a couple fingers in her pussy, the stretch making her whine out his name as if it was the only thing on her mind.

The sorcerer moans, his other hand gently rubbing his cock that leaked with cum, "Please I want you on me so bad." (Name) hums, "Yeah? You want me to make you feel good?" Satoru nods dumbly, desperation at the tip of his tongue, "so bad mommy."

(Name) shivers at the name, the way his teary eyes looked at her with utter need as if he can't hold it anymore as he called her mommy, did things to her. She slips her fingers out of her and moves her panties to the side of her wet and sticky pussy lips.

Without missing a beat she takes his cock in her pussy and they both share a sweet moan of pleasure. "Oh fuck, mommy" he whimpers, the way her pussy squeezed around his cock made his head spin, all the strength that was in his body in that moment left him entirely and he was drunk from how just damn good she felt.

(Name) could feel how his cock filled her up, and just from sitting on him had her gasping for air. "I'm here baby," she starts rocking on his cock, getting used to the sheer girth and length  of his cock. "Fuck, baby you feel so good-" she whimpers.

Satoru's head falls back into the bedframe, the high making him intoxicated in ways he didn't even think was possible. As (Name) started rocking her hips, he wondered if having sex with her was ever this intense or if it was only intense since he hadn't done it in a while. He had no words and the most words he can even say right now anyway was the constant whine for 'mommy'.

"Mommy please ride me, please, please, please-" his breath got caught in his throat as she started gently riding him and the pleasure was beyond what he could even imagine. Everything felt intensified, he could feel how wet she was, the noises every time her pussy met the base of his cock, the way his body feels as she fucks his cock, shit, his head was spinning.

Satoru whines and cries as he was fucked to his high, his mind numb from the pleasure of her touch. His mouth babbles out strings of incoherent messes with words that tangle together such as 'you feel so good on me' and 'mommy please make me cum' all of which end with him whimpering so sweetly.

With his cries (Name) takes it all in, drinking his wishes with passionate kisses leaving them dumb for more as she proceeds to rock her hips faster than before.

Satoru's stomach felt like knots waiting to come undone and as her hips sank down on him, he felt himself come undone in her. He sobs and cries from sensitivity as his hips jutter back and forth in intensity as he fucked his cock weakly in her as he filled her up.

He pulls away, "Mommy, shi-" he pants and gasps for air as he attempts to recover from his high, before he can do so (Name) continues to rock his body to pull the knot that was so desperate to unwound in her belly. Satoru's body keels over from sensitivity, his body was shaking and quivering from sensitivity you'd think she'd stop but she kept going as his mouth blabbered some more on how sensitive he was and how she should slow down.

"Please? For mommy can you take it until mommy cums?" she coos, hands running through his pale hair in an attempt to soothe him as she rocks his sensitive body. Satoru nods, "Okay mommy, I'll be a good boy for mommy." he babbles, tears pooling in his eyes from sensitivity.

As she feels her body overcome with the familiar knot of sensitivity, she bounced on his cock even more despite the way her hips and thighs ache from her movements. Before she knew it she squeezed her eyes tight and she was cumming on him, Satoru cries as he cums too from sensitivity.

As they pant for air, Satoru rolls them over and he slips his cock out of her wet hole and stares, in a daze how spurts of cum leave her pussy. (Name) shivers from the sensitivity and she reaches out to Satoru who leaned close to lay on her chest. Their rapid palpitations come to slow down as they catch their breath.

"That felt really good..." Satoru mutters, a hint of exhaustion yet satisfaction lacing his sore voice.

(Name) runs her fingers through his hair, hands gently drawing circles on his back as she hums, "It was..." she chuckles.

"Can we stay like this for a bit?"

"Sure"