Forbidden Fruit

Brought to Heel

….Okay guys, here it is. Honest to GOD I do not feel good about this one. Kinda feel like Christ himself is frowning at me. Sadly, this isn’t even as far down as my head goes when it comes to this type of stuff. But hey, yall asked for it, and here it is. It really isn’t my best work, I didn’t put my heart and soul into it, but it’s fucking smut dude, you’re not here for literary genius.

PLEASE use caution. DO NOT ignore the tags. There is no tenderness in this story. And DO NOT come and bitch at me if you open it up and it offends you. I tag my shit for a reason. If this isn’t your bag of monkeys, blacklist it and walk away. Do not show up on my blog with your hate and shit. I don’t care. DLDR bro DLDR. 

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Rating: fucking R, dude. R all the way. NC17 if you will.

Warnings: Seriously explicit noncon, degredation, implied noncon slavery, Shig is a mean ass BITCH, sadism, threats of death, sexual content, slightly flirtatious Dabi (not for long lmao), crying, intimidation, etc look I’m going to hell, you get the point. 

Working with the League of Villains was a more draining job than you initially understood you’d be accepting. 

It was commonplace for you to work your fingers to the bone for your clients, an endless procession of watching, noting, thieving, and mapping. Quite literally working your ass off as you scouted from a distance until your legs fell numb and your joints protested, letting your feet prickle to a painful tingle as you ran back to your new home base to report your findings. Normally you didn’t mind, as it was the basis for your entire skill set after all, and you were damn good at what you did. If you planned out a siege, robbery, coup or crash, it happened. No questions, no variables. Only results.

Originally, you had been ecstatic to accept his contract. He needed a specialist, you needed a job, and the pay he was offering was borderline too good to be true. Yet, reporting to someone like Shigaraki Tomura has a way of sucking the passion out of you. The longer you worked for him, the more you understood why the League was offering such a substantial pay raise. The man was fucking insufferable.

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hi i live for your writings and ily <33 anyways can you please write something about hard!dom geto? this man has been living in my head for months and i ca't get enough of him. thanks!!

this geto is very mean i apologise

reblogs and comments are much appreciated / my jjk masterlist

running your mouth - geto x fem!reader (3.2k)

you violate the terms of the agreement you and geto have during a meeting, and that means that he gets to punish you.

warnings: not sfw. afab reader, fem pronouns. dom/sub relationship, degradation, spanking, impact play, pussy spanking, blowjobs, light choking, use of words like ‘whore’ and ‘slut’, power imbalance, no aftercare. 

It’s easy to slip up when somebody is watching you and waiting for it to happen.

For you, it’s a small mistake – you’re never supposed to interrupt Geto, but he’d thrown out somebody’s name in one of the meetings between his commanders and himself and gotten it wrong, and you’d gently corrected it. Geto’s eyes had flown over to you, dark and sharp – and he’d closed them, tipped his head to the side, and said;

“Yes, you’re right. Thank you!” A smile on his face. It hadn’t alerted anybody else in the room to how he was feeling, but you’d felt it travel down your spine like a cool fingertip. That smile, that light lilt in his dark voice – those were promises for later on tonight, and you squeeze your thighs together under the table as you think about how he’ll punish you this time.

Because the truth is that both you and Suguru Geto know that it’s not important if he remembers the names of unimportant monkeys. Both you and Suguru Geto know that your arrangement means you stick to the rules that he gives you, and if you don’t stick to them, he gets to punish you any way that he sees fit. Both you and Suguru Geto, then, know that you slipped up on purpose because you wanted him to punish you.

That makes you a brat.

And if there’s one thing Geto enjoys, it’s taming unwieldy little brats exactly like you and reminding you exactly who your master is.

He leaves you waiting in his bedroom for half an hour longer than he said he would, until you can feel anticipation fizzing in every inch of you, your legs bouncing on the floor where you’re sat on the chair by his desk. The sound of the door handle being turned makes heat spark low in your stomach, your heart skip a beat – and there he is, as handsome and unruffled as ever as he walks into the room and simply looks at you for a moment.

There’s disappointment on his face, his mouth pulled into a sneer as he heaves a dark sigh that seems to rattle through your bones.

“Oh, darling,” he says, pulling the word out slow and drawling. “What am I supposed to do with you? You know the rules. I know you know them.”

You blink innocently up at him, your heart pounding. He raises one thin eyebrow before he points at the floor in front of him.

“Clothes off,” he demands. “On your knees. You should already be there, really, begging for my forgiveness-- but you like being punished, don’t you?” He tuts, sighs, shakes his head. “Insatiable little slut. Come on. Hurry up.”

You stand up, quickly, your fingers trembling as you go to pull off your clothing. Through your clumsy movements, Geto’s mouth remains set in a straight line, his eyes half-lidded. He’s thrown off the robes that he wears whilst playing his part – now, he’s in comfortable dark sweatpants and a shirt that clings tightly to a surprisingly muscled abdomen. You try not to stare, though you always want to when he’s like this. Unguarded. Comfortable. Utterly in control--

“If you don’t get here soon,” he says, a warning tone to his voice, “I’ll add ten strikes to your punishment.”

Your underwear goes last, your fingers inexpertly pulling down straps and unclipping the hooks and eyes so that you can finally get on the floor. The floorboards are hard and uncomfortable beneath your bare knees, but you don’t complain as you put your hands on top of your thighs and look up at him, awaiting his next order.

Geto leaves the threat of what he’s going to ask next hanging in the air for a few moments as he enjoys the sight of you, helpless and docile at his feet. A hand reaches down and gently strokes over your cheek, thumb brushing your lip – and then, he hooks his thumb between your lips and forces your mouth open.

“That position suits you better than one at my side,” he sighs. “And if you hadn’t forced my hand, perhaps I’d have just used your mouth . . . well. There’s no point dwelling on the past.”

He steps away, leaving you mouth open and naked on the floor. He hums under his breath as he opens a drawer by his bed, as he pulls out – you feel your face go hot.

“Don’t move,” he says, without turning around. “Not a muscle.”

He considers the belt for a moment, and then the paddle, and finally the flogger, laying them out on his bed, tipping his head to the side once more as he decides between them. You can feel slickness pooling between your thighs, but you tense your muscles not to move no matter how much you want to squeeze them together and seek the friction you’re desperate for.

“No,” he says, in the end. “I think I’ll use my hand. I want you to look at yourself in the mirror for the next few days and see handprints shaped like mine and remember exactly what I can do to you.”

He takes a seat on the edge of the bed and crosses his knees, elegant and at home with the situation.

He crooks a finger towards you, giving you one simple command;

“Crawl.”

You swallow as you lean forward on your hands and knees, moving towards him agonisingly slowly. You know he’ll notice if you move in a way that purposely lets your thighs rub together, and you know you’ll be punished for it – but with Geto watching your every move with those sharp, dark eyes, you can’t resist. He lets out an impatient sigh.

“Five extra,” he says. “Don’t be a greedy whore.”

The way he says it makes you whine, and he shakes his head as you finally reach him again. You don’t move, yet. Geto taps his knee.

“You know what to do, don’t you?” He asks, off-handedly. “I’ve done this to you enough times. You just keep making me correct you.” A sigh as you settle yourself over his lap on the bed, your stomach pressing against an obvious stiffness in Geto’s pants. He doesn’t react to it. He’s a master of his own control.

One of his big hands takes a generous squeeze of the softness of your ass, clicking his tongue.

“Pity,” he says. “You’d been doing so well. I hope this will teach you a lesson.”

And he hits you for the first time. You didn’t even hear the displacement of air as he drew back, and you jolt at the red-hot shocks of pain that radiate from where his palm has slapped against you.

“Count,” he growls, low. “And remember to be polite.”

“Y-yes!” You babble, your head already full of cotton wool. “O-one! Thank you, Master--”

(Geto likes ‘Sir’, or ‘Master’. In punishments, he prefers the latter, and you can never get over the sound of it issuing forth from your mouth. It feels so good. So right, to be beneath and below him like this. To have dedicated every moment to what Geto wants from you.)

He lets out a little, amused noise, but does not call you anything so louche as a ‘good pet’. He’s always rough with you. Praise is few and far between, and when it does come out of his mouth it’s only after he’s fucked you so hard you can no longer even gather the strength to stand.

The second slap, on the other cheek, stings worse than the first – Geto’s strength is occasionally astounding, his palm flat and hard against your softness.

“T-two! Thank you, Master--”

You do your best to keep track of the thick and fast spanks, though Geto leaves you bare moments in between them, and your mind feels fuzzy with how hot your ass is under the rough treatment. After the twelfth spank, two of his fingers delve between your thighs, pulling open the lips of your cunt so he can look at it. You receive a sigh.

“You’re dripping,” he says. “You’re a shame to yourself. You can’t even take a punishment without needing to be fucked, darling?”

“P-please,” you whimper, bucking backwards and hoping that he’ll give you some relief from the tight ball of tension that you feel like you have trapped between your legs. “N-need--”

“I know exactly what you need,” he says. “Now. Come on. You earned twenty five strikes, and I’m not even halfway through – grit your teeth and take your punishment. I’d tell you to be good, but . . .” Another open-palmed spank, harder than the others, and your count and thanks come out a garbled mess. “Both of us know that’s out of the question, don’t we?”

You earn another five strikes for losing track at twenty three, until your entire ass feels like it’s on fire and you have to press your forehead to the cool bed-covers beneath them and try and control your breathing. You’re a mess – trembling thighs, your slick all over your legs and definitely running down to stain the fabric of what Geto’s wearing. You’re absolutely aching to have something inside of you. You feel so empty that you feel like if Geto doesn’t fuck you, you’ll die.

“Master,” you whimper, as you’re permitted to dismount his lap, and you’re deposited on your knees with Geto back above you. He raises his eyebrows, running a hand through his silky dark hair as he regards you – the pout on your face, the tear-trails that have stained your cheeks from his rough spanking. “Please--”

You rub your cheek against his knee, still looking up at him. His lips turn up at the corners, a wicked glint in his eye that makes you squirm – and then, regret squirming for how the heels of your feet dig into your poor tender flesh.

“You’re being inarticulate,” he tells you, with a small smirk. Your chin is once again jerked, Geto leaning his elbows on his knees so his face is closer to yours but still above you. “Tell me exactly what you want, if you can get your pretty little head to think for once in your life.”

You swallow. His eyes, trained on you, are so intense. Everything about the way he sits and handles you whispers that he’s in control, that he knows what he’s doing, that you’re the unimportant person in the room and you ought to know your place. You get a mean little jerk as your mouth falls open.

“Well?” Geto’s voice is a purr. “Come on. Your head can’t be as empty as all that, surely?”

Empty.

“Please—” you say, again. “Please, it hurts, I wanna--”

That’s right. The ache between your thighs, where nothing is buried and you would really like Geto’s cock. You look up at him imploringly. He sticks his lower lip out in a mocking pout.

“Oh?” He asks. “You think you deserve to be fucked after the way you acted out there? Correcting me, interrupting me, in front of everyone? Like you know anything?”

“Please,” you repeat, again. You can feel the throb between your legs in time with your heartbeat. “Sorry, ‘m sorry, Master—”

He sighs.

“Sorry’s not good enough.” He tells you. He lets go of your chin, his thumbs hooking into the waistband of his sweatpants to push the fabric down along with the underwear he’s wearing, until he’s in front of you with his cock unmistakably hard. “Show me you mean it, if you want me to fuck you.”

You nod feverishly, already leaning forward and opening your mouth. You envelope the head of his cock with your lips, your tongue brushing the slit and greedily lapping at the glistening beads of pre-come that have gathered on his tip. Geto doesn’t so much as sigh – instead, one of his hands fastens around the back of your head as a warning that he could just start fucking your face whenever he wants to.

And you know from experience that he will, if he thinks you’re doing a bad job – and then, you’ll be being punished for two transgressions, and he’ll never give you what you want. You redouble your efforts. Tracing the thick vein on the underside of his shaft that always makes his grip tighten, just a little, imperceptible. Hollowing your cheeks and taking him further down your throat than you’d ordinarily be comfortable with, just so he knows how hard you’re trying to please him.

When you look up at him with your lashes coated in little trembling diamonds, you see that his eyes are half-lidded and he’s looking at you.

“What are you looking at?” He murmurs, softly. “Aren’t you trying your hardest?”

You immediately make a noise to protest that, returning to sucking his cock with earnest. Geto continues to talk, his voice all deep and lovely, a baritone that makes you squirm like nothing else.

“See? It’s so much better when your mouth is occupied, isn’t it? I should have you like this in meetings, instead. Nobody needs to know the thoughts and opinions of a needy little slut like you when your mouth was made for sucking cock, do they?” He keeps his voice polite, despite the sharp barbs that come spilling forth every time his lips open. He’s well-mannered and cool in his temperament when he’s doing this to you. One could be forgiven for thinking from his tone that he was cooing something sweet--

“Harder.” Your head is pulled forward, practically choking you on his length until your eyes water and you feel drool drip down your chin. “Don’t dawdle. Suck it like you mean it.”

You close your eyes, trying to concentrate on nothing but the taste of Geto in your mouth and the way you have to stretch your lips around him, bobbing your head. You don’t want him to punish you again. You need him to fuck you. You practically choke on his cock with each desperate dip, the head of it hitting your throat – and then, you’re being dragged off, before he’s come.

Your entire body seizes up in excitement. If he hasn’t come down your throat and he’s still that hard, that means he has plans to come somewhere else, and you hope that it’s buried inside of you so deep that you can feel his heartbeat. He sees the hopeful look in your eyes and snorts in derision.

“Desperate,” he says to you. “You’re pathetic. You’re lucky that I prefer your tight little cunt to anything else. Maybe having to hold my come in your mouth for an hour or so would make you think before you went around opening it, hmm?”

“I’ll be good, I promise,” you say, in a rush. “I won’t do it again, please fuck me--”

“There it is again,” He sighs, hands falling behind him onto the bed. “You just can’t help yourself, can you?”

You clamp your lips shut, suddenly aware that your little outburst was not in the spirit of what Geto is trying to teach you. He stands, rolling his eyes.

“Get on the bed, then,” he says. “Legs spread wide.”

The position will hurt, even if the bedsheets are nicer than the floorboards on your poor, sore ass. But what it promises when you’re done is too much of a siren’s call for you to do anything but obey, your back hitting the mattress with a soft ‘whumph’ of air. You brace your feet on the edge of the bed, knees up, and display your sex for Geto. You can feel that you’re such a mess that you’re dripping, already making the bedsheets below you damp and sticky.

You’re expecting him to fuck into you, take hold of your legs and bend them against your chest and ram you until you can’t remember your own name, with that perfectly serene expression on his face. He’s done it enough times before.

You’re not expecting him to sink onto his own knees in order to bring his face closer to your dripping sex. You’re not expecting the way his eyes drink you in, not passing comment – you feel your hole flutter and clench in a mixture of embarrassment and arousal at the inspection.

You dare to think, for one moment, that he might use his mouth on you – but in the end, he simply sighs, shaking his head.

“Disgraceful,” he tells you. “Do you think nice, well-behaved girls get wet when they’re spanked? Do you think their holes are this needy whilst they’re being punished?” He slides a finger through the slit, gathering the mess on the pad of his digit. He shows you the way it glimmers in the light to shame you, before he wrinkles his nose as he wipes it on your thigh. “You never learn your lesson, do you?”

“I do, I do, please--” Your voice is breathy and whiny.

“Five of them,” Geto says, mildly – and then he’s pulled his hand back and he’s given your exposed core a harsh slap.

Your hips rock backwards at the impact. It’s a mix between pleasure and pain – his hands finally touching where you’re needy and burning, but abusing how sensitive you are to any graze of his fingers. You whine into the ceiling, half-pain, half-enjoyment.

“That’s more like it,” Geto murmurs. “That sorry look. Cry for me.”

The second slap. This one is harder, and the noise makes you cringe – but it makes your hole clench, your heart skip a beat. You’re panting.

Third. Fourth. You’re crying as he pulls back for the fifth, your poor sensitive cunt unused to being treated so roughly – sure, Geto fucks into you like you’re nothing more than a sleeve for his cock, but he’s never done this before. The new sensation has you reeling.

Five. His palm is soaking wet with your own arousal, your chest heaving. He gets back onto his feet, wiping his slick hand on your bare skin once more. It’s embarrassing, how saturated the palm of his hand is with your slick. You feel so sore – you’re shivering, shaking, your mind hazy with the pain.

Geto’s fingers scoop you by the hips, nails digging into the earlier places he’d spanked on your ass so hard that you feel tears well in your eyes. Those bruises are still red-hot, and the feel of him has just reminded you of their pain. Your entire bottom half feels like it’s on fire.

Geto’s hard cock nudges the cleft between your lips, where the dull throb of pain hasn’t ceased.

He thrusts into you in one long, hard motion – his balls slapping against your ass with a noise that echoes in the room along with your cry. It hurts, it hurts, it hurts--

“What’s the matter?” He asks you, as he quickly slides into a punishing rhythm, letting the sharp jut of his hipbones add another layer of pain to the experience.  His fingers continue to flex, digging into the rapidly bruising area of his spanks with every slick glide of his cock. “I thought you wanted me inside of you?”

bruh erasermic are so creepy (n hot whatevs) but they would have 👏 me 👏 if they set up a deal like... every minute i spend in lingerie is another dollar i get to spend on video games or clothes... or every time i let them do something to me i get a new book or something... i’m just broke ok

I mean,,, I don't make jokes about Hizashi being a sugar daddy for nothing. I mean sure, Shouta probably makes a pretty penny as a teacher and Hero, but you know Mic has that celebrity money. He drives a foreign muscle car, he has his own radio show on top of also being a teacher/Hero, and even his IRL inspiration at least namesake wise was like a famous celebrity so like... he's got cash to blow, especially on his honey. Shouta's basically the only thing keeping him from doing something insane like buying a private jet to take everyone jet-setting to private islands for vacations or a honeymoon. Sometimes I get this specific scenario in my head of Reader having a walk-in closet and one day Hizashi walks in on her essentially playing dress up. Like, she never really spent much money on clothes before, especially really nice cute clothes, so picture him looking for her and hearing her in her closet, stealthily opening up her closet door and she's kind of looking over the cute outfit she put on. It's one of those pretty pleated skirts that have little suspenders over a nice button up blouse and she paired it with those cute little flat black shoes with the buckles and, to his pleasant surprise, thigh high stockings.

Of course you just freeze like a deer in headlights when you finally notice him staring at you through the cracked open door, and you're so adorably flustered and embarrassed, hardly able to tell him to get out, that you're getting changed, but he isn't leaving. Mic just starts cooing over how insanely cute you look, fawning over you and how you're finally wearing some of the new threads he got you (even if you tried to hide it, sneaky girl!)

Obviously the blonde is ecstatic, and you don't even get a word in edgewise before he's calling out for Aizawa, the radio star basically presenting you like a trophy as much as you try to tuck your arms around yourself in embarrassment.

"Lookit 'er, Shou! Ain't she just the cutest?!"

It's kind of humiliating, but you can't deny that all the praise makes your cheeks burn as they all but worship you. They're especially fans of the thigh highs, and, you know, it gives them a few ideas on other things they can get you to wear

I have such a kink for size/strength difference, like if you're bigger or stronger than me I want to try to be on top just so you can flip me over, pin me down, and tell me "oh baby, you're much too small for that," "I'm twice as strong as you." FUCK, that gets me

Unpredictable (Nighteye X Reader X Mirio) NSFW

Summary: Even with his Foresight, Mirai doesn’t predict having a threesome with his old mentee and said mentee’s new girlfriend. He isn’t upset about it, though. Some things are better left as a surprise.

Pairing: Mirai Sasaki (Sir Nighteye) X fem!reader X Mirio Togata Word Count: ~ 7.3K Warnings: spoilers for season 4 (but everybody lives), swearing, graphic sex, threesome, cunnilingus, vaginal fingering, squirting, spitroasting, no condom, spitting, improper use of Quirk Author’s Note: Y’all pray for me. This is definitely the most explicit thing I’ve ever written. So much sinning involved, good god. After reading this, make me feel better about my disgusting self.  ~

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Some people say Palpatine is unfuckable but I'm here to tell you I'd wreck that little evil twink

well, hes a fine young man. if you overlook the atrocisties

Videotapes

Hizashi x reader

Summary: Hizashi picks up a fan to bring back to his place to make a special little home movie ;)

Warnings: s m u t, swearing, Hizashi gets a little rough, and uhhh… a bit of yandere at the end… 

A/N: I hadn’t ever written Present Mic sm*t before, so i decided to give it a go. I couldn’t help but make him a little crazy at the end there. I am who I am.

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A PROPOSITION.

Minors and ED blogs DNI. Ageless blogs will be blocked. Do not repost or recommend my work anywhere.

Synopsis. Adding sex to the mix doesn’t seem too bad of an idea when your long term friend Gojo Satoru gives you a taste of the experience — conveniently enough, on your living room couch.

WC. 5.4k

Genre. NSFW.

Warnings. Alcohol consumption, unprotected sex, overstimulation, oral (male + female receiving), vaginal sex, slight dacryphilia, praising, couch sex, multiple positions (missionary, doggy etc), tummy bulge, biting (hickeys), squirting, choking, creampie, aftercare.

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“This has to be a joke.”

You were seated opposite to him on your couch, your back leaning against the arm of it with him mirroring your position, your thumb running over the rim of the beer bottle in your hand. It was one of the many nights you two would frequently have on a weekend – takeout with some drinks and maybe even a movie before you’re both passed out on your living room floor. Dressed in just a tank top and pyjama shorts – you were halfway through your second drink when Gojo had suggested one of the most absurd ideas that had ever occurred to you, and you were starting to think that maybe you should tell him to slow down with the alcohol before he begins to spew more impulsive thoughts.

“Why would I joke about?” Gojo replied nonchalantly.

“Well, it is you we’re talking about here.”

He rolled his eyes at that, huffing a strand of white hair away from his face before locking eyes with you, “I wouldn’t joke about that with you, maybe with Nanami but–“

You shook your head, lifting a hand up to stop him, he pursed his lips immediately at that. “Satoru–“ you started with a sigh, “Do you..do you understand what you’re saying right now? Do you understand what you’re asking me here?” Your voice did not match the playful tone of his, his eyebrows slightly pinching in together in seriousness.

“Of course I do. I’m not an idiot.”

“You’re drunk.”

“I’m honest.” He retorted, “And you’re in denial.”

You barked out a laugh at that, “Denial? How?” Gojo only smirked in response, clearing his throat before beginning to crawl towards you. You raised an eyebrow at his approach, wondering where this was going. “You’re full of shit if you say you haven’t thought about it too.” He said, his hand using the back of the couch to support his weight while the other rests on the arm of the couch you’re leaning on.

Throwing your head back in a laugh, you patted his shoulder in amusement once you looked back at him. “I admire your confidence – truly, Satoru. But I think you tend to forget something.” You stated with a sympathetic sigh, your finger brushing the collarbone peaking through his shirt, before drunkly gripping his collar and pulled him towards you, your breaths mingling. “I’m not one of your play things. I’ve known you for years – I know you like an open book. So whatever poor attempt this is to try and lure me to your bed,“ you paused to kiss your teeth “–it’s not going to work.” You finished, before leaning back again on the arm of the couch, a triumphant smirk on your face as you rendered him speechless.

Failing to hear a response from him, you initially thought the conversation was over as you took another swing of your beer. However, your eyebrows shot up as you nearly choked on your drink once you felt his hand on you calf, fingertips having a feel of your skin. You looked back at him, his eyes glued on your leg as he shook his head with a dark chuckle. “This is where you’re wrong, peach.” He squeezed your calf before it began to dangerously rise up to your knee, thumb rubbing your skin. “If you did know me, then you would know I wouldn’t mind having you bent over my knee any day now.”

You sucked in a breath, unsure whether if your face was hot from the alcohol or his words. Gojo’s cheeks were flushed red from his drink, the tip of his tongue poking out to wet his lips, his eyes fixed on yours. “You’re a smart girl, but not smart enough if you can’t seem to use that pretty head of yours when you’re around me.”

“Satoru–“ you shook your head, gulping. Every drop of confidence you had in your voice earlier had suddenly dissipated. “Why..why are you telling me this?”

“I want to fuck you.” He blatantly replied, “I’m not one to beat around the bush. You should know that since you claim to know me so much.” he huffed in slight annoyance. To say there was sexual tension between you two ever since you met was an understatement. Flirty remarks, teasing touches and even drunken pecks were shared here and there but nothing ever beyond that. You were both part of the same friendship group after all, and were pretty much the only ones out of said group who haven’t hooked up with each other yet.

“Fuck me and disregard me like you do with the others?”

He shook his head immediately at that, his face lacking any form of amusement. He was serious, for once. “There’s a difference. You’re my friend, I wouldn’t do that to you.”

“It just..it sounds like a bad idea to me.” You sighed in response, the rim of your beer bottle suddenly being the most interesting thing in the world to look at, “It doesn’t have to mean anything if you don’t want it to, [Name].” His voice caught you off guard in the eerie silence as you met his gaze again. “But I’m not going to pressure you into something you don’t want. It’s just something that’s been on my mind for a while, so I thought you should know.” He finished before pulling his hand away, the place where his hand resided on your leg suddenly felt cold as he laid back on the arm of the couch opposite to you, his feet grazing yours.

Gojo Satoru was idolised by the public. Women wanted him and men wanted to be him (some times they wanted him too). Gossip from stranger mouths would spring every week on not only how he looked like a god, but also how he was one in the sheets. So why not? You think. Why not relieve the sexual tension once and for all and see whether if those said rumours live up to his name by having a taste yourself?

“If we’re going to do this–“ you confidently spoke, making his head snap up towards you at your sudden change in heart. “–Our friends can’t know. And I mean no one can know, not even Geto. I’m not interested in us being another experiment to them.”

“Cross my heart, my lips are sealed.” He smiled, “Better be.” You murmured, before placing your beer bottle on the coffee table. Your gaze met the mischievous glint in his eyes, his hand patting his thigh as he beckoned you to come closer, “Come here.”

You licked your lips, finding yourself crawling towards him at an agonisingly slow pace. His eyes shamelessly eyeing your chest as it peaked through your tank top. You stopped in between his legs, Gojo’s hand finding its way to your cheek as you looked up to him. “Have you thought about it?” He asked quietly.

You blinked at his question, there was no point of lying. You’ve always wondered – wondered how his calloused hands would feel all over your body, how his lips would brush over your skin before sinking his teeth in and leaving a love bite, how his hair would tickle your ear when he’d bury his face into the crook of your neck, thrusting over and over and over.

But your pride was too big to admit it out loud. So you opted for something else.

“Well, if there’s one particular thing I’ve always wondered about..” You began, your eyes darting from his bulge to his eyes. Gojo smirked almost immediately at that, “I’ll have you know I’ve heard nothing but positive feedback about my–“

“I’m not talking about your size.” You interrupted, pursing your lips to hold back a smile. He furrowed his eyebrows in confusion, before you watched his smile drop and eyes widen in realisation.

“My pubes? You thought about my pubes out of everything?”

You barked out a laugh at his disappointment, the previous awkward atmosphere diminishing at your conversation. “Can you blame me? Even your eyelashes are white, it’s only logical that–“

“Jesus christ.” He huffed, throwing his head back with his eyes screwed shut. He rubbed his face with both hands, before looking back at you. His lips curved upwards once again, “You’re in luck, since you’re about to see for yourself. ”

You found yourself mirroring his smirk as you sat up. You swung your legs over his, fully situating yourself on his lap. Gojo’s hands immediately resting on your hips. “You better not make me regret this.”

“First of all–“ Gojo said, his tone flat as his palm collided with your bum harshly, making you jump in place. “You don’t talk to me like that, peach.” His nickname for you rolled off his tongue almost condescendingly – almost carrying a different weight this time.

He leaned forward, watching you gulp. Your lips slightly parted as small breaths left your mouth, your eyes flickering between both of his eyes. The blue sea that inhabited his orbs refused to look anywhere else as he watched your walls slowly crumble down, almost as if they were daring you to look away. Gojo leaned his head towards your ear, his lips brushing against your earlobe as he whispered, “I’d behave if I were you.”

He backed away, but stayed closed enough to brush your nose against his. You closed your eyes, feeling his lips envelop yours in a slow kiss, a hand finding its way behind and up your back, fingers trailing up and down your spine once he slipped his hot tongue into your mouth. His fingers trailed upwards, before gripping the back of your neck and pushing you deeper against his lips, eliciting a small whimper from you. He pulled away, a small pop! heard as your lips separated.

“Yeah?” Gojo asked with a small smile, thumb running across your already hot cheek, you pulled your bottom lip between your teeth, a small smirk on your face. You nodded eagerly before yanking him from his collar towards you, lips meeting his forcefully as they moulded against each other, your tongues dancing in a sweet harmony. Your arms wrapped around his neck – breathing fast, heart rate faster. He gripped your hips tightly, and you slightly winced against his lips as you felt his fingers digging into your pelvic bone.

You felt his growing bulge underneath you, poking you through your shorts and encouraging you to roll your hips against his, your pelvises directly aligned as you moved in a wave-like motion. Gojo’s grip around your frame tightened, feeling a small vibration against your lips once he let out a low moan. Chest against chest, your hardened nipples protruded through your tank top and rubbed against his clothed torso with each movement.

His hand moved down your stomach, slipping inside your shorts and reaching your panties. You continued grinding against his fingers as they teased your clothed clit in the same pace. You pulled away to breathe for a second, gasping against his lips at the growing feeling in your cunt before pressing them back to him. Gojo responded immediately, the sounds of lips smacking and kissing resumed as he felt a patch of wetness in your panties.

“Satoru.” You breathed out once you pulled away, “Want you in my mouth.”

He retracted his fingers, “Yeah? Want my cock down your throat?” he spoke teasingly, you only hummed eagerly before taking the liberty to crawl off his lap. Laying on your stomach between his legs and perched your ass up. You pulled his sweatpants and boxers along the way, his hard dick slapping his stomach, the tip flushed red and decorated with a white ring of precum – his cock mildly curved upwards and you couldn’t help but think how it would feel deep inside of you. However, you’re snapped out of your thoughts at something else as you eyed his cock.

Shaved. He was fully shaved. Not even trimmed, or any presence of a small stubble to give you at least a hint on whether if your suspicions were true or not. You blinked, looking back at him as he snickered.

“Tough luck. Maybe next time.”

“Next time?”

“Yeah next time–“ He leaned forward, placing your chin between the web of his thumb and index finger as he tilted your head up, his rough palm warm underneath your chin. “Because you’ll be begging for more once I’m done with you.”

Gojo leaned back comfortably against the arm of the couch, nudging his chin at you with a look of amusement, “Go on.” You fought the urge to roll your eyes at him, licking your lips and attempting to grab his shaft before he stopped you by gripping your wrist. “Wait–“ he murmured, and you restrained yourself from huffing impatiently. “You have an eyelash on your cheek.” He noted, squinting his eyes at your face, his thumb and forefinger pinched at something on your cheek before retracting his hand, showing you the short curved hair on his index finger.

“Wanna make a wish?” Gojo cooed, grinning almost childishly at you. The devil resting on your left shoulder whispered lewd thoughts into your ear as you smirked. You fluttered your eyes shut, pretending to give yourself a hard thought before opening them and blowing your eyelash away. Gojo opened his mouth to speak, probably to spew another remark before you wrapped your lips around his finger, nipping at his fingertip before swirling your tongue around his digit.

“Shit..” He breathed out shakily, watching you suck in his finger further down your throat as his knuckle reached your lips. You blinked at him, pulling your lips off his finger before wrapping your hand around his cock. You flicked your tongue against the ring of precum, humming in satisfaction as Gojo’s hand brushed a strand of hair behind your ear, before landing on the back of your skull with his thumb rubbing in circular motions against.

You wrapped your lips around his tip, flicking it with the tip of your tongue before giving his cock long licks across his length, stopping at his balls and taking one into your mouth. Your tongue barely gave Gojo time to breathe as you watched him throw his head back, his swollen, pink lips forming a pout. His fingers dug into your scalp as you gave him a particularly hard suck. You gave him a second to recompose before fully taking him into your warm mouth, his girth stretching your lips far and wide. The heat from your breath making him throb in anticipation.

“Fuck.” He sighed out, looking back at you as you hallowed your cheeks around him. “You love this, don’t you?” You moaned around him in response, giving him a quick nod with his cock in your mouth before flattening your tongue along his length. The salty sweet taste of him mixed with your own saliva made you bob your head up and down agonisingly slow.

His arm snaked past your armpits, pulling you off him with a gasp. Your chin wet from your own spit, his large hands cradling your face as he kissed you hard and deep, his hot tongue finding its way back into your mouth and having a taste of his own precum.

“Do you have a condom?” You heard him say as you pulled away with a pant, eagerly pulling his shirt off as he did the same to you, “’M on the pill.” you murmured, pulling him in from his neck into another heated kiss. A squeal escaped your mouth when he pinched your ass, before he slowly laid you down on your back, not breaking away from your lips. Your arms wrapped around his neck, chest against chest. His hand yanked your shorts down, tossing them on the floor somewhere. With your panties being the only barrier left between your nude bodies, you moaned against his mouth once you felt his hardened cock rub against your clothed clit.

Gojo broke away from your lips, prepping kisses across your jaw and down your throat, leaving a trail of wet patches before latching his mouth onto your breast. You gasped as you felt his teeth sink in softly around your nipple, running his tongue across the area before giving it a hard suck. His other hand reached down between your legs, applying pressure to your clit through your panties as you felt sweat form along your hairline.

“Stop teasing.” you sighed out, making Gojo pull away. “You expect me to make it easy on you?” He retorted with a small chuckle and a shake of his head, his breath fanning your face as the smell of beer invaded your nostrils. “That’s not how it works, peach.”

“I expected you to fuck me like you mean it, not lie through your teeth.”

“Lie?” He raised an eyebrow, his teeth slightly clenched. “You think I’m messing?”

“Are you gonna prove me wrong?” You continued to press him on purpose. He only smirked in response, and for a minute you nearly regretted letting those words slip out of your mouth.

“Oh I will,” He paused to pull your panties down, the flesh of your hips that's been squeezed by the fabric breaking free, your pussy lips already glistening from your own wetness, “I’m gonna fuck you until you cry.”

He grabbed his own shaft, leading it towards your cunt. His tip sticking into your entrance only a little bit before pulling back and spreading your slick across your labia and to your clit, you whined at the sensation underneath him, biting your tongue to stop yourself from begging for some sort of friction from him, and you almost thanked the gods above once you felt him push in.

Your mouth hung open as he inserted himself, your pussy lips swallowing him whole as his girth stretched you with every inch that pushed in, Gojo moaned on top of you, hands digging into your waist as you bent your knees. He buried his face into the crook of your neck, staying still for a second once he fully pushed in, sighing out a low "fuck.“ before you felt a tap against your thigh. "Bring it up." he breathed out against your neck, his hot breath making goosebumps rise on the arms wrapped around his back.

You lifted the leg that's inside the couch upwards, "A little higher - that's it." Gojo sounded satisfied once your leg rested over of the back of the couch, you took the liberty to move your other leg onto the floor, your toes grazing against the carpet as you found yourself spread wide for him as much as you can. "Satoru–" You whined out.

"I know, baby. I know." He said, before pulling back and burying himself inside of you again, he snapped his hips with every moderate paced thrust, your wetness making it easier for his cock to slide in and out, the curve of his cock kissing the spot that's etched deep into your cunt. “You feel so good, so warm and snug and–fuck.” Gojo cursed.

It’s almost as if his hands couldn’t get enough of you – first gripping hard on your breasts as some sort of anchor, then moving onto your already spread legs and pushing down on your inner thighs, making you wince as he stretched you out fully. His rough hand then grabbed the leg next to his head, making you gasp as you watched him wrap his lips around your toe, giving it a teasing suck and a lick, his eyes not breaking away from yours before one of them dropped into a wink.

Gojo’s thrusts didn’t falter for a second as he returned your leg to its previous position, resting it comfortably over the back of the couch. His rough hands snuck over your hips and behind your ass, taking your flesh between his fingers and spreading your cheeks apart as he lifted your pelvis slightly above the couch.

There was so much going one – your legs spread, his hands on your ass, his curved cock not leaving a sweet spot inside of you untouched. A thin layer of sweat covering both of your heaving bodies as you both moaned loud enough for your next door neighbour to hear.

Both of your hands reached his biceps, grabbing the muscles for leverage as his thrusts got harder and started pushing you further back into the couch, the top of your head meeting the arm of it as you arched your back in pleasure. “Mhm–Satoru..”

When you looked back at him, you could've sworn you felt the air get knocked out of your lungs at the sight in front of you. The veins in Gojo's arms protruded from his hard grip on your ass, his cock glistening with your slick every time he pulled back, his pecs flexing with every thrust. His chest was dusted with a soft shade of pink, snow hair matted against his forehead. The way his face contorted in pleasure – eyebrows pinched together, heavy pants and grunts escaping his pouty lips.

Desperately, your grip on his biceps tightened as you pulled him closer to you, making him slow down his thrusts as his hands left your ass and moved to your waist instead, dropping your lower half back onto the couch. You retrieved both of you legs and bent your knees as he snuggled in between them, with one arm around his neck and the other perched up on your elbow for support, you lifted your back off the couch as you began to hold him for all it’s worth and grind your hips against his. Gojo let out a throaty moan as you contracted and released your pelvic muscles around his cock. "Oh, god." He let out a low groan, pecking your lips as you continued to roll your hips against his, "Oh, fuck."

“You’re gonna make me cum if you keep doing that.” Gojo shamelessly admitted once you clenched around him again. He quickly shook his head, not wanting to cum just yet, he pulled his cock out, making you whine at the sudden emptiness, only to gasp as he flipped you over on your stomach. You rested your chin against the arm of the couch, emitting a high pitched “oh!” once his hand collided with your asscheek in a loud smack. You were reluctant to think his hands would leave bruises on your ass from the constant gripping and smacking, but once you felt his teeth sink into the flesh of your ass, you knew for sure he would leave his mark.

You gasped at the stinging feeling. He only hummed in response – spreading your asscheeks apart, your juices glazing your lips. Gojo found himself licking his lips at the sight, before sticking his tongue out and giving you a long hard lick, your eyes rolled to the back of your head at the feeling, your high coming back down as he tried to coax you into calmness with his mouth on your cunt.

“So wet for me.” He muttered. You felt a ball of spit fall on your asshole and drip down your cunt, making you mewl. “All for me.” His mouth latched onto your lips, tongue lapping all of your juices before sticking it into your entrance, nose brushing against your skin as he buried his face between your cheeks. Gojo’s groans vibrated against your skin, making you desperately grind back onto his face. His fingernails dug deep into your flesh as he continued to eat you up like a starved man that haven’t had a morsel of food in ages, tongue not leaving a drop of your juices drip into the couch as he drank it all up.

You whined in distress once he pulled away – he was constantly edging you and not letting you cum, and although you wanted nothing more than to have your release all over his mouth, the ache between your legs wanted to feel his cock inside instead.

Almost as if he heard your thoughts, you felt him line himself with your entrance, pushing in with his hands gripping your hips again. You were sure at this point he was leaving handprints all over your body, but the thought quickly dissipated as you heard the obscene sounds of your squelching hole take in his cock with every hard thrust.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck.” You heard Gojo pant behind you. “Oh, Satoru.” You mewled, your arm stretched behind you and reached to clasp the hand that’s gripping your hip. “Oh, baby.”

His movements began to slow down, cock buried deep inside your cunt as he leaned downwards. You felt his chest against your back, teeth nibbling on your ear as his hands reached your breasts and gripped the flesh tightly in his palms, pinching and rolling your nipples. Gojo’s knees spread your legs just a little bit – he didn’t pull back or push himself any deeper, but had his thighs glued completely to the back of yours as he started to roll his hips, just to make sure the curve of his cock touched every inch of your insides as your walls clenched tightly around him.

“Please..” you quietly begged, his nose in your hair as he inhales your scent deeply. Gojo halts his movements, and his hands began to move to find a new territory to mark – one hand wrapped around your throat while the other slides down your stomach, his palm splayed across your naval as he pressed down onto the bulge that’s poking through you. “You feel that, peach? Do you feel me right here – right in your tummy?”

Your mouth hung open, eyes open like a deer in headlights as you sucked in a breath. You only managed to nod eagerly, screwing your eyes shut at the feeling of his cock nudging your cervix while his hand pressed down your tummy bulge. “Too deep, too much I–“ You whined, unable to formulate a coherent sentence. You felt his hand snake further down and reach your clit, two of his digits using your own slick for lubrication as he began to draw circles on your clitoris and hood, his fingertips grazing your labia in the process.

“No, no, no–“ you begged and attempted to break free from his hold before gasping once you felt Gojo’s fingers squeeze the sides of your throat, “Fuck, stay still for me.” He grunted, your clitoris wedged between his two fingers as he gave it a small pinch before resuming to his previous circular motions.

“Please move, please just–hmph!” your broken pleads were interrupted with a loud moan as you felt him suddenly pull back and push his cock in, his sudden animalistic thrusts catching you off guard. The hand around your throat moved towards your face, gripping your cheeks to face him as he pulled you into a sloppy kiss. Tongues dancing and teeth colliding in a desperate attempt to match the pace of his thrusts. A throaty moan elicited from Gojo against your lips as you clenched around him again.

With his fingers barely giving your sensitive clit a break, your long awaited orgasm started approaching like a crashing wave as you felt a familiar coil in your abdomen. “I’m gonna cum, m’gonna–“

“Cum. Cum all over my cock.” Gojo urged in jagged, irregular breaths. You felt your throat muscles burn as you cried out in pleasure. Your long awaited orgasm washed over you, making you curl your toes as you creamed all over his cock.

Gojo’s thrusts decreased, giving you a chance to slow down your heart. You looked over your bare shoulder blade, about to ask why he didn’t cum yet, only to shriek once you felt the arms around your waist lift you, pulling you down behind with you on top of him – your back against his chest, his cock still inside of you. The sudden change in positions knocked the air out of your lungs, and before you know it, his hands reached the back of your thighs, pulling it closer to your chest and spread your legs further. Your eyes frantically widening in realisation, “Sato–oh!”

He began to fuck you from below, feet planted to support his weight. His knees bent and hips lifted as he thrusted harder with every second, you watched his cock disappear into and out of your cunt, his muffled groans against your skin as he nuzzled his face into the crook of your neck. Your eyes began to water at the overstimulation, Gojo’s hands gripping the back of your thighs so hard you thought he was close to cutting off your blood circulation. “Ngnh, ‘Toru—!” You sobbed out, “Please!” your cries and wails fell on deaf ears. You weren’t exactly sure what you were begging for, whether for him to stop or to keep going – either way, you couldn’t get enough of him.

“One more – give me one more, peach.” Gojo grunted against your ear. Tears were streaming down your face at this point, your own hair strands sticking to the back of your neck with sweat. And then you felt it – fast stream jets of your juices involuntarily ejecting out of you right in front of your eyes as you squirted. The pornographic sounds of your squelching hole and skin slapping only made your chest hot at the lewdness of your state. “That’s it.” Gojo encouraged, “That’s my good girl.”

“Satoru,” You panted quietly, the pace of his thrusts remained unchanged as you felt him twitch inside of you. “Cum inside me, please.” your begging made his grip around you tighten, “Need to feel it, need you to fill me up.”

“Fuck, don’t say that.” He breathed out, almost pleadingly. Moans of curses and your own name spilled from his beautiful lips and reached your ears as you felt spurts of his own hot cum fill you up to the brim, strings of his own semen escaping your hole and reaching your ass as it trickled down your thighs. Both of your mouths hung upon at the sensation that washed over your sweaty bodies.

Gojo released his grip on your knees, before reaching your face and tilting your head for a few pecks on your lips. Your chests heaving almost rhythmically as you panted tiredly against each other’s lips. He lifted you off his chest to slip his cock out, and just as expected, his own milky cum began to leak out of your hole. Laying you back on the couch as he slipped out from underneath you, you heard his footsteps trail away from you and into the kitchen, your ears barely registering the sound of him rummaging through your drawers as you felt your eyes begging you for a deep slumber.

Just as promised – he had in fact, fucked you until you cried.

Your eyes shot up at the sudden feeling of wetness on your inner thighs, seeing Gojo dressed back in his sweatpants with damp paper towels in his hand as he wiped you clean. His eyes met yours – giving you a small smile before focusing back on the task at hand. You licked your already swollen lips, too tired to notice that the shirt you’re about to grab from the floor and wear was actually Gojo’s – who’ve just finished cleaning you up before dumping the sticky tissues into a nearby bin.

You sat up on the edge of the couch, your feet planted on the carpet. Your mouth was dry and your legs were aching from how far and long he’s been spreading you open. You only gave Gojo a questionable look as you watched him grab your panties off the floor and shove it into his pocket. “A souvenir.” He comically answered your unspoken question with a grin. He then grabbed the two water bottles he previously placed on your coffee table, passing you one as you eagerly accepted it, the both of you taking large gulps to quench you thirst.

“So,” You heard him speak amusingly, but you were too busy making sure you swallow every last drop of water to wash up your dry throat. You looked back at him once you finished, exhaling in content. And although his body was covered in a layer of sweat and his hair was messily stuck to his forehead – he had that mischievous glint in his eyes, his lips curved up into a smirk, your living room light adorning his toned chest and figure as he stood in front of you. The rumours were true after all, he was an Adonis that sprung amongst the sea of men.

“Still think it’s a bad idea?”

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