#pegginghim

''Keep your fucking legs open, Satoru... Damn.'' You muttered, pushing Gojo's legs apart once again, watching him whimper and whine. Grabbing his legs, fingers digging into the flesh of his strong thighs, leaving bruises in their wake, you let out a little chuckle. "I have to do everything myself. You're so greedy." You spoke in a sing-song voice, making sure to angle your thrusts just right, making sure to ram into his prostate and make sure to turn his brain to absolute mush.

He was shaking, mouth agape, pretty blue eyes glazed with tears threatening to fall, perfect lips which were all puffy from sucking your strap earlier, puckered, silently begging for a kiss. "Aw, is my pretty boy begging for a kiss?"

All he could do was nod. He was feeling too much right now. Your nails digging into his thighs, the occasional kisses he pressed to his neck, your strap digging deeper with every thrust. And he couldn't help it.

He couldn't help but clamp down on the toy inside him, only heightening the amount of pleasure he was feeling.

"Use your words, Toru." You whispered into his ear, tongue sliding across his lobe before pressing a soft, lingering kiss to the spot right beneath his ear. "Come on, baby."

"Kiss, p-please..."

You frowned, leaning down to press a kiss to his forehead. "Here?" He shook his head as you ground your hips against his. "Here?" You asked again, this time pressing a kiss to his cheek. He shook his head again, and you smiled, getting very close to his lips. "You're going to have to specify your needs, Toru. Can you do that for me?"

"I-fuck..." He cut himself off with a moan. "I want your p-pretty lips on mine, baby...''

Your lips grazed his softly, before you pulled away again. "What's the magic word?'' He whined, furrowing his brows at you. Obviously, he was upset you were teasing him so much today. And you laughed, finally pressing a kiss to those pouty lips of his, as he wrapped his arms around your neck.

Oh, he was such a pretty little slut for you.

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I'm here to guide your lost mind into a blissful heaven of pure BDSM 🦋

sae lets u peg him (˶• ֊ •˶) content | nsfw, subby!sae, fem!reader, pegging ofc, was so feral writing this

“fuck me?” he echoed, looking at you with a rather . . . thoughtful expression.

“yeah,” you nod, intimately tracing a finger along his face. “what d’ya think?”

sae looked at you for a few fluttering beats, his expression entirely deadpan. then, he shrugged.

“okay.”

“ah— shit, y/n,” he groaned groggily.

you were fully into him. bottoming out — for lack of a better word.

“fuck,” he strained.

you could feel his body trembling as you thrusted at a cruel pace, giving him no time to catch his breath. his hole stretched out each time you pushed inside of him. and each time you pushed inside, another pained moan slipped out of his spit-bubbling, shaking lips.

“s’rough,” he said, drool laced into his words. he sucked on his lips, as if searching for purchase.

he dug his face into the sheets of the bed as you kept your pace. in. out. in. out. in. out. his entire body was basically covered in a glossy coat of sweat. his breathing was staggered. his hair was a mess. his eyes teary and wrecked.

everything about him was a mess.

but he slightly lifted himself on his elbows, looking over his shoulder and into your eyes. and you found an expression on his face that made arousal pool in your gut.

a dreamy, glittering look of admiration was all that painted his teal, fucked-out eyes. you moaned, hunching over him slightly and quickening your pace. violently stretching and loosening his tight hole. sae let out a raspy, hitching breath of pleasure.

“god— s’good,” he groaned quietly to himself.

“oh yeah?” you breathe, your hands pressing into his waist as you searched for stability.

then, another driving thrust. sae slightly arched his back instinctively.

“oh my god,” he moaned, bordering on a whimper. “it feels so good,” he choked out loudly.

your own legs were shaking as you kept going in and out of his tightness. god, his tightness — he was so fucking tight. fuck, you wished you could rawly feel the clenching of his hole with each stimulating drive.

“i’m gonna . . . i’m gonna . . .” his words were breaking. his entire body was going limp and tense at the same time. if that was even possible.

his hands white-knuckle gripped the sheets as he drooled all over the material and his own chin. he took in a sharp inhale of air before —

squirt!

he couldn’t ground himself. his legs were trembling, his back muscles were tensing, his cum basically showered and gushed all over himself and the sheets — and you were still fucking him with your endless thrusts.

“i— oh my god, god, fuck—” he couldn’t say anything of note . . . just frantic, whimpering whines as the stimulation consumed him completely.

finally, you stopped. slowly and agonizingly, with the tune of sae’s loud groaning reaction, you pulled out. you stared at his fucked hole, then slowly up at his buried face.

“you liked that, huh?” you pant, pretty tapped out yourself.

sae sunk slightly more on the bed, an incoherent mumble crawling out of his throat.

“s’good,” he panted, completely fucked-out beyond thought.

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And since I need my pretty boy to understand he's my fuckdoll, I'd scratch him and bite his shoulder whenever he tried to fuck my hand. I want to drag desperate moans and pleas from his lips as he gets closer and closer to cumming.

Not that it'd work. I'd want to keep that dazed cock drunk look on his face for as long as I can.