I Dont Want The Mean Guy Who’s Soft Only For Me I Want The Psychopath With No Moral Compass Who’s

touch starved shigaraki who gets hard at the slightest brush of hands, at your thigh pressed against his on the couch, at the heat radiating off your body. touch starved shigaraki who can’t help it, he needs it, it’s all he can fucking think about, who loses all semblance of rational thought and restraint the instant your bare skin touches his, the instant your fingers run though his fluffy hair or your palm sits hot and heavy on his thigh or knee. touch starved shigaraki who becomes insatiable the moment you give him an ounce of affection. touch starved shigaraki who cums within seconds of you stroking his cock. touch starved shigaraki who wants more, more, more, who gets overwhelmed easily but is too stubborn to stop. touch starved shigaraki who’s growling at you through full body shudders and tears in his eyes to keep going, goddamn it, who just can’t seem to get enough, who seemingly has endless loads of cum, who can’t control himself, who pushes his hips against you and just humps whenever he can. touch starved shigaraki who wants your hands on him, his hands on you, at all times, even when it’s inappropriate—especially when it’s inappropriate. touch starved shigaraki who becomes obsessed with the idea of leaving marks—scratches, bite marks, bruises, hickeys—little visual reminders of his touch on your body, of your touch on his, proof of your combined presence. just touch starved shigaraki.

Calling cumming "finishing" is fine and all but like...we are not finished though. The bell does not dismiss you, I dismiss you. Sit back down.

My current kink is watching men unbuckle/take off their belt

Omg on that anons ask about Zashi walking in on reader n Shou WOOOOF. I would be like yeah you can stay and watch .... but no touchy. Omg I get off on that sm. Let him see Daddyzawa in action 🥵

Exhibitionist Aizawa and Reader x Hizashi? 

FUUUUUUUUUUCK YOU ANON LDASJFL;J 

Warnings: Exhibitionism, shy (lol) reader. 

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“Oh, shi- SORRY!” Hizashi’s horror and embarrassment were beyond measure as he stumbled in the doorway. It took him a moment to fully register the scene before him; just a blur of skin and hair and twisting sheets. 

Shouta’s lithe, flushed body rocked skillfully against your own, muffled moans escaping you with every roll of his hips. His hand may have kept you quiet, but that didn't’ stop your nails from scratching deep marks along his muscled flesh.

Shouta chuckled, unphased by his roommate’s interruption. With a devious grin, he examined you, expression practically dripping with satisfaction and arrogance.

“Happy now?”

Heat blossomed across your cheeks, but you confirmed with a quick nod before shielding your face from view. He kissed your forehead tenderly before confronting the ‘intruder.’

Deer in the headlights didn’t quite capture poor Hizashi’s expression. The hero stood in the doorway, dumbstruck, eyes wide and jaw slack as panicked squeaks escaped him.

“Exhibitionist.” Shouta shrugged, offering nothing more in the way of explanation.

Hizashi let out the breath he’d been holding as he collapsed against the doorframe, “Oooooh! Oh, thank God.” 

After a beat, a playful smirk split his face and his attention turned to you. “You want me to watch, sweet thing? I’d pay any price to see that show-”

You whined, rolling your head off to the side and squealing into Shouta’s bicep. Giddiness and excitement had you squirming, but strong arms caged you in, keeping you safe and captive as you worked through your bashful mumbling. 

“Ohoho, you do.” Shouta purred, bringing up a hand to move yours away. “Is that what you want, baby girl? You want him to watch?” 

It didn’t take much thought. You muttered a quiet ‘yes,’ earning you a breathy chuckle. He found it cute how you could be so shy and slutty at the same time.

“That’s fucking sexy.” he determined, looking to Hizashi with brow cocked, “Alright, watch and learn, but keep your mouth shut.”

“Oh please, I’m nothing if not a gentleman.” Hizashi pulled out the chair previously tucked beneath Shouta’s desk, spinning it to rest his arms on the back as he sat. “Show me what you got.”

His voice dropped a spine-tingling octave and you shivered as he added, “And you, little listener...” You peeked through your hands to see him, in all his rockstar glory, peering at you with those entrancing emerald eyes, “be nice and loud for me.” 

roulette - chisaki kai/overhaul

another original story?? insane! dedicated to missus @koiibito​ who sent me the tiktok that inspired this fic and also asked if it could be for mr. overhaul… which was a perfect choice! <3 love you and hope you all enjoy!

nsfw, fem reader, noncon/rape, use of guns, gun roulette!, fear play, blood/gore, woundfucking mentions, death/murder, suicide mentions, some real fucked up shit :0

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Exception

Dark!Geto Suguru x reader

5.8 wc

Synopsis: You never bothered with Suguru's crush on you, knowing it would fade. After meeting him again years later, you make the horrible discovery that his feelings for you have only festered.

(Warnings: yandere, dark content, murder of a side character, slight gore, violence, rape/noncon, vaginal fingering, piv sex, unsafe sex)

When you were in your first year of college, you got a part-time job at a nearby cafe. 

It was easy work. Make coffee. Bake some pastries. Attend to the customers. Nothing too unmanageable. It was an insignificant part of your life. 

Then, Gojo and Geto came along.

Insufferably annoying. Especially, the loud one. They always caused a havoc in the cafe, often to the point where the manager had to physically kick them out. It was a turbulent two weeks, until one day you promised them if they kept it down, you'd let them try a few of your experimental pastries. 

Really, it was your own damn fault. They started coming every day after that, mostly to bother you. The only reason management hadn't outright banned them was probably because Gojo made 50% of their entire revenue. 

You warmed up to them eventually. Your fake smiles turned into more amused ones because of their antics. Once or twice, they'd get a good laugh out of you. You've heard rumors of a private, religious highschool nearby. You always assumed they were a byproduct of that. 

Eventually, Gojo becomes Satoru. Geto becomes Suguru. Nice kids, if not a bit overzealous. Despite refusing to hang out with them after work, you had to admit, you grew a bit attached to them. You found yourself asking about their day, hiding sweets for the two of them, sometimes you'd even let them steal a croissant or two. 

You bet the reason they hung around you was because, to them, you were some cool college student. Secretly, you found it a little flattering. Some days, their friendship was the highlight of your shift. It's clear Satoru is always the instigator, always looking like he's about to bounce off the walls (you have told him to lay off the sugar), it's not like Suguru was any better. He tried to act like he was the more refined part of the friendship. He often fails, at least in your eyes. 

It becomes pretty apparent that Suguru had a crush on you. You're not sure when exactly you started to notice the bashful looks, the slight flush on his cheeks whenever you accidentally brush his hand, the fact that he visits far more often (even though Satoru has the sweet-tooth) but you can't unsee it now. It doesn't help that Satoru looks downright giddy whenever his friend talks to you, barely controlling his giggles in the background. His reaction and Suguru's irritation often start a few skirmishes right outside the cafe doors. You've told them multiple times to take their fights in the alley at least. They never listened. 

For his sake, you don't acknowledge it, already knowing what it is. A schoolyard crush. Harmless, it'll pass. Eventually, when you're a distant memory to them, Satoru will tease him about it and Suguru will give a playful elbow nudge. Much to your relief, Suguru doesn't pull you to the side and confess. He's refined, in that way, never giving too much until you have the evidence and clues yourself. 

It continued like that for months. And then, something changed. 

They stopped coming around as much. Daily visits turned weekly. Weekly turned to every so often. Their energy felt off too. Satoru seemed the same as always, if not a bit more mellowed out. It was Suguru you mainly worried for. Each time he returned, he looked worse and worse. Darker circles. Eyes filled with exhaustion. 

You pull him aside eventually, asking if anything is going on, asking if he's okay, asking if he wants to talk. As sincerely as you can, you tell him that you're here for him. He at least attempts to smile at that. When you press, he shakes his head. 

"It's nothing," you both know he's lying, "it's just....it's nice to see that there is one exception." 

A little while after that, they stop coming entirely. You notice, but you aren't able to focus on it. School gets harder, you're cutting back your work to focus on it. You don't even recognize Satoru at first when he walks in nearly a year later. 

He's different. So much taller. Despite being a few years younger than you...he doesn't feel like a kid anymore. An easygoing smile is pulled on his face when he sees you, giving a lazy wave. You return it, though a bit hesitant. He talks to you as though no time has passed at all, asking what you made for him this time. He talks fast. His voice is too laid back. Too casual. Like he's avoiding something. You think you know what. 

"Where's Suguru?" you ask when you glance behind Satoru for the third time, "I haven't seen him around lately." 

He freezes, like he's been dreading that question ever since he came in. Finally, he shrugs, making a noncommital hum. His sunglasses obscure his eyes but it isn't enough to hide how cold he suddenly turned. Satoru seems to realize that too. His answer is pulled by reluctance. 

"We don't talk anymore." He doesn't say anything more. You don't need him to.

When he pulls out his wallet, you tell him it's on the house. He looks at you then. His mouth opens, searching for the right words. He waits too long. His mask slips back into place. 

Gojo grins at you, painfully fake. 

"Take care of yourself, will ya?" 

You never see him again after that. You know it's your fault. 

You think about them every so often when you can, Suguru especially. He rests in the back of your mind like an old piece of furniture you can't bring yourself to throw out. Suguru sometimes haunts your dreams with his darkened eyes and the pure brokenness on his face. For some reason, you think you failed him somehow. You felt like you could have done more. Maybe, if you'd tried harder to reach out, things would have been different. Two boys wouldn't be utterly heartbroken. 

Years pass by. You quit working at the cafe. You graduate college. You move cities. You get a job. Eventually, you settle into a nice apartment. You forget all about your days in that quaint little restaurant, your attention hogged by a couple of annoying high schoolers. You don't think about Satoru for years. You don't think about Suguru for years. 

Until one day, when he calls your name in the street. 

He was bigger now, towering over you with broad shoulders. His hair was longer, darker too, less of a green, more black. He's ditched his school uniform, trading it for a more casual outfit. It's his face that makes you hesitate before you use your voice, that same smile, physically at least. He looks the same, but then he doesn't. 

"...Suguru?" It's a question because you're still not sure. 

He smiles wider. 

"Long time, huh?" 

Somehow, your reunion culminates in a restaurant. You still feel out of it, somehow, like you're watching yourself in an out-of-body experience. Between the food and him, you're not sure if you can even believe it. 

He tells you he heads a temple now. A pious man. You shouldn't be surprised, considering his education, but you never knew he was so invested in religion. The two of you converse about other meaningless things. The conversation becomes less stilted. More sincere. You learned your lesson from last time. You don't bring up Satoru unless he does. 

Much to your disappointment, he doesn't. 

Compared to yours, his life is so crazy. Not just with the temple. Suguru tells you he's a father now too. Adopted two little girls. He's barely 22. You can barely hold your disbelief, shaking your head as you take another sip of your coffee. 

"In any case," you say when the conversation draws to a lull, "I'm just really glad you're happy, Suguru. You deserve it." 

When Suguru gives you a questioning look, you continue. 

"The last time we saw each other, you looked miserable." 

 His eyes widen in realization before a laugh bubbles out of his throat. Deep, rich like chocolate. 

"Back then, I was going through a lot." He sighs. "I was figuring out what I wanted. It...it was a tough time for me." 

You nod along, hoping you aren't forcing him to pry. However, the Suguru you're faced with now doesn't seem like that type of person anymore. He won't give if you press. He talks on his own terms. You never once thought of him as a pushover, but he's less open now. Perhaps it's because he's no longer a child. 

Suguru smiles then, a little more sincere than his first. 

"You know...I've always wanted to thank you." 

You tilt your head. "What for?" 

He plays with his empty cup like he's searching for the answer himself. "You gave me hope when no one else did. Everyone was so quick to tell me if I was wrong or right."

He leans back on his chair, eyes drifting towards the ceiling, "Other humans, they're always so enraptured by their own lives. You were the only person who reached out. At least, who cared enough to." 

The guilt from years ago slipped back into your throat. So he had been suffering. You should have done more. He was just a kid. They both had been. You could have done something. Maybe you could have saved a little more.

His hand finds yours on the table. They're rough, calloused. You can feel the scars. He squeezes your fingers. 

"Thank you," he murmurs, "For being an exception." 

You squeeze back. 

It's a tumultuous friendship, at first. It's much like a burn. Sensitive, it hurts at first. The wound is too fresh. Eventually, dead skin and memories fade away. You find yourself texting him. Once a week. Maybe a little more, if you get brave enough. 

Once, he sends you a picture of a white cat lounging in a sunbeam.

looks like Satoru, he types. 

(You stare at the caption for a long longer than necessary.)

It does, you send back.

You visit his temple once. He invited you, actually. A free tour, he had joked. It was beautiful. A large expansive garden filled with all types of flowers. The courtyard felt like it stretched for miles. That was just the outskirts of the temple. The building was something else entirely. A large ceiling. Expansive walls. White pillars that keep going higher and higher and higher. 

You notice his followers are everywhere. Most carry the same smile on their face. Bright, happy, cheery, but too strained. Like it's a job for them. It feels weird to say, but he fits nicely here. You think that because this wasn't the place you thought Suguru would end up. He dons the traditional clothing perfectly. Like they were made for him. They probably were, considering how high his reputation was. 

If he hadn't had the same face, the same hair color. You wouldn't have recognized him at all. He's managed to replace every single thing in his life with something new. It doesn't go unnoticed by you that you're the only thing he keeps from the past. A momento of sorts. You're a keepsake, for him. You don't mind the symbolism. You've always been easily flattered. 

You just failed to realize that not all of his feelings had changed. 

It was in front of your house. After, yet another visit to the temple (much at Suguru's insistence), he'd offered to walk you home. You would have declined if it wasn't so dark out. In the end, you accept his offer. 

"The girls have come to like you," Suguru says after a lull of pleasant silence. When you glance at him, you find his eyes on you. 

"Have they?" you prod. 

In all honestly, you didn't think they liked you at all at first. You don't have that much experience with young children, but you found it odd how unnerved Nanako and Mimiko seemed to get around you, practically hiding behind their father's figure, peeking out with untrusting eyes. Suguru had to gently coax them out with soft words, insisting that you were a close friend of his, you were 'different'. 

"Yes, they talk about you all the time," he continues, rolling his eyes in affection, "Mimiko especially gets very animated." 

Your heart skips a beat at his answer. You never felt one way or the other about children, but it felt nice when two little girls felt so highly about you. Those two especially. 

"It must be from all the sweets I bribed them with," you say, jokingly, "Please tell me I didn't cause them any stomach aches." 

He laughs, light and pretty. 

"It's not that," he responds, "it's because of you, mostly. You're different from the others."

You smile, but it's half-hearted, an attempt more than anything. It takes you a while for you to work up for the question. For some reason, you feel a bit nervous, like you're stepping on something you shouldn't be. 

"Different," you start, "you keep saying that. What does that mean? What am I different from?" 

He stops, just at the entrance of your flat. Suguru's fingers drum on his pants. You stare at him. He stares right back. 

"You are different, in so many different ways," he says, though it feels as though he's speaking to himself, rather than you. 

He takes a step forward. Tiny, he barely even moved. And yet, the distance between the two of you has vanished completely. 

"You've always been. Different from everyone else. The only one." You can't tell if he cut himself off, or if there was truly nothing else to say. 

It was barely a kiss. His lips brushed against yours, barely touching. Soft, like he cherished you the most out of all his possessions. The gentleness of it all is enough for you to freeze. 

Then his hand curls around your waist, and you jolt back into your body. 

You splay your hands on his chest, pushing him away until you have enough momentum to step back. His loose hold on you falls away. You can't look at him, even when you can feel his stare burn into you. 

"Suguru," you say, because you're mind is still running to catch up to your heart, "I-we-" 

Your name being called stops your babbling. You don't think he saw, god you hoped he hadn't. When you look over, he's smiling, so you don't think he did. He was never one to hide his feelings. Still, you step away from Suguru, ignoring how stiff the man had become. 

"Hey," you say, mostly out of relief because you couldn't deal with this anymore. When he wraps you into a hug and a chaste kiss, you wordlessly accept. Suguru's gaze on your back only gets stronger. 

"Who's this?" he asks, gesturing at Suguru. Your smile falters as you glance at Suguru. His face was blank. He wasn't even smiling anymore as he continued to stare at your man. 

"A friend," you say before Suguru can make this already worse, "and he was just leaving." 

"Oh," he says, before smiling down at you. Delightfully oblivious. 

"We'll talk later, okay Suguru?" You send Suguru a hurried smile before dragging him into your shared flat. 

You lock the door behind you. He says something just then, you laugh, trying so hard not to sense Suguru's presence through the door. You don't think he leaves. Not for a good long while. 

You don't speak to Suguru, after that. 

You wince whenever you see his name through your contact list now, as though even seeing a remnant of him is painful. You don't go to the temple anymore. Your communication with the girls turns nonexistent. 

Suguru hasn't said anything to you either. The line has grown dead both ways. 

You feel guilty, even though you know it wasn't your fault, you still can't help but wonder if you could have done something different. Did you do something that made him think you were interested? You probably had, knowing how unaware you could be, sometimes. You couldn't help but feel ecstatic when the two of you reconnected again. You'd been so excited for Suguru, happy for him because he'd finally found his way. You didn't know he still liked you after all these years. It was a schoolyard crush, at least, it was supposed to be.

Looking back, you didn't think you'd even told Suguru that you were already seeing someone. One blunder after a blunder. 

It must have been embarrassing for him, you can't help but think. Even when he was younger, Suguru had always held onto his pride dearly. You don't know if your friendship could ever be the same after this, but you'd like to extend the olive branch. If he'd take it. 

You tell your boyfriend about the incident eventually. You know it's not your fault, but you still feel like it is. He takes it well, once you explain, looking at you sweetly. 

"I could tell something was going on between you and him," he says, "but thanks for telling me." 

"You aren't mad?" you ask, half-afraid of the answer. 

"At you? Course not. Him, however"- he made a swing motion with his fist "-he does something like that again and I'll punch his lights out." 

You laugh, knowing it's a joke, giving him a chaste kiss on the cheek. He beams. 

It takes a week of radio silence to forget about the mishap. You're humming a song you've forgotten the lyrics to when you arrive at your apartment. Your boyfriend said that he was coming home early tonight. You'd planned something quiet for the evening. A movie, cheap drinks. 

"Welcome home." Suguru grins. You freeze. 

He sits on the couch, splayed out like he belonged there. He's not wearing his priest garment, now garbed with a simple shirt and jeans. It takes a minute for you to figure out what you're looking at. Slowly, you close the door behind you. 

"Hey," you say, hoping your tone doesn't indicate just off-put by this encounter you are.

Suguru doesn't seem to mind your reluctance. 

"He let me in." Suguru points to somewhere behind you. Oh, your boyfriend is probably in the bathroom. "He was such a nice man. You were very lucky." 

"Thank you," you find yourself saying, "I am." 

His smile grows bigger, and you wonder if there's a joke you aren't let in on. Like he's saying something that's going right above your head. 

When you take a glance behind you, your partner is nowhere to be seen. It makes you wonder if you should say something to Suguru right now. Mend the bridge that's shattered between you. Currently, he seemed to be in a good mood. 

"Suguru," you start, taking a tiny step forward. You twiddle with your fingers. 

"Listen, I'm really sorry for how things went the last time we met. I just-" He hushes you, putting a finger to his lips. 

"You shouldn't air out your affairs in front of him like that," he tells you, "you might hurt his feelings." 

What? You look behind you again. Nothing. 

Suguru laughs. It sounds off. Wordlessly, he points behind you again but angles his finger a tiny bit higher. You follow his direction. 

Immediately, you wish you hadn't. 

He's in pieces, scattered all over the ceiling. A hand is above the door, a leg is above the kitchen. It's like his appendages were chopped before being glued onto the ceiling. There's no blood, just body parts. 

The worst part was that he was still alive. His head was still attached to his torso, the only part of him that was still intact. His mouth was open, his eyes were wide, and it took you a second that he was trying to tell you something. Repeating a word over and over. 

Run. 

Your hand covers your mouth as you continue to stare up at him. What was left of him. You think your knees are threatening to give before Suguru's holding you up. You can feel him lead you towards the couch, sitting you down in the plush mattress. He curls an arm around you, letting out a sigh.

"I meant what I said." Suguru adjusts your hair. "He was such a nice man, for a monkey anyway."

It doesn't occur to you that Suguru had done this until he speaks. You'd known Suguru said he performed exorcisms in his temple. You didn't-you couldn't-

"You?" you can barely push the wavering words out, "you-how-Suguru-" 

He hushes you, drawing you closer to his body. You're completely dwarfed by him as he rests his head on your neck, breathing in your scent. You are barely coherent, sucking in air as your voice dissolves into sobs. 

"I would have liked it if things hadn't turned out this way," he sighs, "but I don't believe it would have turned out any differently." 

His tone is almost pitying. 

"You may be the exception, but you are still one of them. Unaware of the true hierarchy." Suguru hums. 

"That's alright. It wasn't your fault. You were simply born this way," he continues, "I don't mind teaching you." 

You wiggle, trying your hardest to get out of his grip. Suguru only clicks his tongue. A harsh grip on your waist is enough to still you. You can't understand what's going on, maybe you never will, but you know one thing. You let a monster back into your life. Geto Suguru was not the same person you knew when you were younger. 

Or perhaps, he was always this way. He was just better at hiding it, back then. 

"I'm sorry," you finally let out, "Suguru, I'm-I'm so so sorry. I'll do whatever-whatever you want. Anything just please please please-" 

"I'm afraid there's nothing I can do for him," Suguru doesn't sound too apologetic, "though, I could put him out of his pain. Would you like that?" 

You didn't need him to elaborate. Suguru would kill him. Or perhaps he was already dead. His moving eyes, his twitching lips, were all just muscle memory. The last of his brain synapses. There was no science, no magic, that could bring him back from this. 

And maybe, that tiny selfish part of you wanted to stop seeing his mangled body. 

You nod and you can feel Suguru's grin. He snaps his fingers. The thing disappears, vanishes into mist. 

"All gone!" Suguru declares. "There. Isn't that better?" 

You wince when he touches your face, brushing away the tears. You're too scared to do anything more. You don't fight when he kisses your neck. You don't fight when he kisses your jaw. You don't fight when he kisses your lips. 

It's with the same gentleness as the last time he'd kissed you, right outside of your apartment. Soft, warm, loving. 

You start sobbing then. Ugly, heaving, heartbroken. He takes it in stride, humming as he pushes your body down until your back is pressed on the couch. His lips brush your damp cheek. 

"There's no need to be afraid." Through your tears, you can see him smiling down at you. "The worst has passed. I'll take care of you from now on." 

The worst part about all of this is how honest he sounds. Like he truly believes he's doing this for your good. It makes you wonder who the delusional one is. Him or you. 

He's tuts in sympathy as you lay there, shivering underneath him.

"You must be so confused, poor thing." He tilts his head, the back of his fingers stroking your cheeks. "I should explain, shouldn't I? Unfortunately, I'm more interested in other things right now."

You must look horrible, but Suguru doesn't seem to mind, bending down, melding your lips with his. He sighs, like he'd waited eons for this. You stiffen when you feel his hands play with the band of your skirt. As if he can feel your beginnings of struggle, he pulls back, staring you down. Brown, almost black, eyes peer down at you. There's a hint of a warning curling on his lip. 

You still immediately. If he could do that, what could he do to you?

"None of that," he chides, and yet he's so painfully gentle about it, "be good." 

What was he? How did he do this? How could he? You want to ask them all but you can only get one out when you lift your head, getting your voice to work. 

"Why?" 

You don't know what you're asking. He clearly does. Another soft smile. You wish you could tear it off his face. 

"You were always the exception, even back then," He says quietly into the stale air of the apartment. His eyes drift and you wonder if he's remembering the you all those years ago, secretly passing pastries to him and Satoru, giggling at jokes only a highschooler could make. "The only one of the humans who didn't utterly disgust me." 

Fingers reach for the hem of your skirt, pushing it up your bare legs. 

"And it's natural, isn't it? To protect the exceptions, the rarities of the world," he says, "To keep them away from the impure." 

You start crying again. He patiently hushes you, kissing away your tears. This time, you don't bother putting up a fight. You just squeeze your eyes closed, flinching when he reaches to your inner thighs, feeling the cotton of your panties. His breath hitches. So does yours. 

He bypasses the cloth with two dexterous fingers. When he touches the skin, you flinch, trying to squeeze your thighs closed. It doesn't help. Suguru leans forward, you can feel his breath on your cheek as you shiver underneath him. He finds your clit, teasing it with a calloused thumb. You think you're mouthing it, even when you can't bring yourself to say it. Don't touch me don't touch me don't touch me. 

He doesn't listen. You don't know if he heard it or not. It didn't matter, either way. It wasn’t like he was planning to stop.

Despite how much you don’t want this, your body doesn’t listen. His touch is gentle, soothing on your pussy despite the horrors you’ve seen him do. It doesn’t take long for your cunt to adjust, dripping.

There’s a satisfied sigh above you and you know Suguru had felt it too.

One finger pushes into you. You gasp, curling your back, unprepared but Suguru’s giving a pleasant hum, easing you into it. Despite how humiliating this entire situation is, your one reprieve is being able to bury your head into his neck, keeping yourself there as he continues to have his way with your body. You can feel him kiss the crown of your head, an action that completely juxtapositions another finger entering your wet hole.

He’s gentle, but not slow. He fingerfucks you with earnestness, curling his fingers when your walls tighten around him. Your crying is interrupted by the reluctant moans and gasps every time he presses deeper into you, finding a spot that has you seeing stars behind your eyelids. You bit your lip, keeping the noises inward. He tuts at that.

“Don’t be shy,” he coos in your ear, “it’s okay to enjoy it. I want you to.”

As if to highlight his words, he gives another particularly intense push, you wince when you can hear the wet squelch of his fingers.

“It’s nice, isn’t it?” Suguru asks, “I could always be this nice with you.” You let out a squeak when his thumb presses against your clit, unable to keep it in. Suguru gives a breathy laugh.

His other hand starts to explore, reaching up to your button-up, flicking them off with a single-experienced hand. The bra you wore is barely seductive, but Suguru’s tracing the ends of it anyway, touching the fabric just by your skin before pushing the undergarment down.

Whether it’s from the air or his fingers fucking your pussy, your tits are already sensitive. You let out a breathy whine when Suguru grips on of them too hard, squeezing the fat in his large hands.

“So sweet for me.” You can hear the smile on his lips.

Everything becomes too much, and before you can think, your hand is shooting down, grabbing onto his wrist, squeezing as hard as you can, your nails digging into his skin. Your other is pushing against his shoulder. He barely seemed to even notice, holding you down with his weight, thrusting in his fingers all the way to the knuckle.

“Suguru I-” It’s supposed to be another plea for him to stop, but your weak voice calling out his name only seems to excite him further. His thumb dances on your swollen clit, his fingers never relenting until he’s pushing you higher and higher until you fall.

White hot electric pleasure snaps within you, forcing your body to jolt, as you curl up from the sofa. You think he’s saying something, words of comfort as though he could be any crueler, but you’re not listening. You came so hard you almost forget where you are, who you’re with. You can feel Suguru watching until you fall against the cushion again, utterly spent. Your grip slackens against his wrist, before falling away completely.

“See? Didn’t I say I’ll take care of you?” You don't even have the energy to glare at him.

He’s giving another laugh, kissing your cheek before he’s leaning back. His fingers slip out of you, and then there’s a sucking sound. You can’t help it, blinking open your eyes. Suguru stares back at you, eyes half-mast, a pink tongue flicking out to lick at his fingers before he puts them in his mouth completely, swallowing down the evidence of your orgasm. A lewd moan escapes him, muffled. You once again wished you hadn’t looked.

You’re already expecting it, but you still flinch when you hear the zipper loud and clear. He moves his jeans low enough to pull out his cock. He’s already hard, a bead of precum right at the tip as he gives a few cursory pumps. He’s big, you blearily realize. Despite the mind-numbing orgasm he’d just given you, you doubt it’d be enough to even take him.

“It won’t fit,” you find yourself whispering.

Suguru just hums in acknowledgement, giving you a knowing look as he finishes tugging off your panties. The fabric slides off your shaking leg before dropping onto the carpeted floor.

It’s too late for a fight, but you’re rising anyway, pressing your hands against the cushions, trying to create some space. Suguru is quick to shut it down again, leaning back into you as he palms himself some more.

“You’ll be alright,” he assures but it doesn’t help the panic the fear in your soul, “I cherish you too much to break you.”

With little effort, he spreads your thighs. His cock rubs against you once, twice, before entering your throbbing pussy.

Already it’s too much. He’s thick, stretching out your walls, threatening to rip you in half. You close your eyes again, squeezing them shut as the pain starts to edge a little too close to bloody. Helpless, your hand finds his shoulder, not pushing but digging your nails into his shirt. He purrs when you grip him tighter, moving until he’s seated fully into you.

He stays like that, keeping himself there as your walls squeeze him tighter. It’s almost a relief that it ended, but now, he’s taken everything.

“Look at me.”

His voice is rough, almost a rasp, an order. You find yourself obeying. Through your tears, you blink up at him, finding his gaze.

He stares down at you, a look of satisfaction in his eyes and you don’t think you are yours anymore.

He pulls back, your cunt tries to suck him back in, but he drags his cock out anyway until only his head is barely inside.

“Perfect,” Suguru murmurs as though it’s a secret not even you should hear, “absolutely perfect.”

You cry out when he pushes back in. It’s a gentle pace, slow and steady like he’s easing you into it. He’s being kind, you finally realize, a thought that makes your skin crawl. It’s so much worse than if he had been nasty. Harsh and biting with thrusts that would make your body sore and weak afterwards. If he was abusive, not caring about you, just his own pleasure. You wish Suguru was being mean, being cruel. At least then, you wouldn’t like it.

Despite the unexpected size, your body is adjusting. Pain ripples into reluctant pleasure, numbing your mind as his hips meet yours. It gets even worse when Suguru leans down, biting and sucking at your tits, enough for there to leave a mark. Something that will bruise and remind you of what he did.

“You don’t know how long I wanted this,” he’s saying somewhere above you but your head is swimming and you can’t focus where you want to, “how long I’ve wanted you like this.”

Suguru sits up again, grabbing one of your legs, hiking your hips up so his cock can go that much deeper inside of you. You babble something that you yourself can’t decipher. Suguru’s lips curl into another painfully soft smile.

“Ever since highschool,” he’s confessing like he’s a sinner and you’re his God but you know that isn’t true because what sort of god would be humiliated like this? “Remember that apron you wore?”

His hand reaches over, spreading over your pussy, stretching the fatty part of your cunt so he can have a better view of him disappearing inside of you.

“I always wondered what you’d look like wearing nothing but that on, spread out on the counter for me.”

He flicks your clit, and for the second time that day, you can feel yourself crashing. As though he can sense it, his thrusts shorten, grinding against your pussy and there’s a hand catching your chin, forcing you to look.

Suguru’s smile is gone, replaced by a snarl that promises to eat you alive. His eyes are blown wide, and he’s gritting his teeth, barely holding control by a hair.

“Come for me.”

You’re too far gone to do anything but listen.

You stutter in his grasp, arching your back, cumming with a breathy whine. It’s like a tide, pushing you out into sea, refusing to take you in. Unconsciously, the leg he holds tightens around his waist as you pulse around his cock.

He follows after, barely holding himself together, not when your cunt is milking him for all its’ worth. There’s a few particularly harsh thrusts before something warm and sticky fills your battered pussy before he's falling into you, pressing your body against the soft cushions.

You lay there, panting with him on top of you. Slowly, you come back to yourself, feeling your arms your legs. Your brain resets, and you’re suddenly remembering that you have a murderer’s cock inside of you.

Suguru’s face is buried in your neck. He gives a shaky kiss to your jaw; another on the corner of your lips. You can only stare at the ceiling, where the remnants of a body used to be.

"You know, the girls have always wanted a mother," Suguru's saying into your skin.

"I'm sure they will be very pleased with my choice."

Hello! I recently came across your blog and boy am I glad I did. I really love your writing style I think it's very unique! Also I was wondering if you wouldn't mind doing a cockwarming hc (or whatever you're comfortable with) on Dazai. Thank you!

Warnings: public cockwarming, dirty talk, dazai being a lil shit

Word count: 757

I've never heard that my writing style was unique, tysm nonnie. let me know what you think, guys u.u

It was nothing new for the members of the Armed Detective Agency to see you sit on Dazai's lap while the brunette typed away on his computer, went through several files of cases or simply lazed around like the sloth he was. 

Bandaged arms were tightly wrapped around your waist and pulled your back flush to Dazai's chest whose chin rested on your shoulder. "Belladonna, how are you still so tight?" Dazai whispered, his lips brushed the shell of your ear and sent a pleasant shiver down your spine. A blush bloomed on the apples of your cheeks as you tried so hard to keep your composure, to keep up the facade of being okay when in reality nothing was okay. "For how long you've been keeping my cock warm, one might think you'd finally loosen up, love."

The suicidal brunette thought it was a fun idea for you sit on his cock while he was busy with work after Kunikida had ruined some sleepy morning sex with you by yelling at Dazai through the phone. With a plan in mind, Dazai asked you to wear the dress he got you; an innocent request had it not been for his hidden intentions. 

That was how you found yourself innocently sitting on Dazai's lap with his hardened length deeply nestled within your dripping walls and the tip pressed up against a spot so sweet that it could make you see stars. The skirt of your dress skillfully hid the way you were soaking Dazai's lap, but there was nothing to conceal the tears of frustration which threatened to roll down your cheeks. 

Your hands gripped the edge of Dazai's desk, knuckles turning white and your breathing heavier than usual. All you wanted was to wipe that smirk off Dazai's stupid, handsome face. "Please, move, Osamu. Just a little bit." You whimpered loud enough only for Dazai to hear. How embarrassing would it be if Atsushi and Kunikida were to find out what was happening right across the room? Never in your life would you be able to live that down. 

"Patience, angel face." Dazai pressed a pure kiss to your cheek, one hand gripping your hip tightly enough to leave bruises while his other hand snuck its way underneath the desk and beneath your dress. The tips of his fingers danced along your inner thigh, three taps silently telling you to spread your legs further apart which you happily did after taking a cautious look around. 

Sucking your bottom lip between your teeth, you nearly bit the sensitive flesh bloody as Dazai rubbed tight circles into your clit and gently rubbed the bundle of nerves, causing your cunt to flutter and clench around him. Dazai hissed sharply through his teeth and bit down on your neck, the view being covered by your hair. "I could stay in your little pussy all day, keeping it nice and wet for me to fuck." He spoke into your skin, his cock twitching and throbbing within within your walls. 

Slowly but surely, your patience slipped through your fingers like water, the little bit of composure you had was swiftly cut like a thread made of silk. Grinding your hips down into Dazai's to tease him, your hands soon tugged on some of his fluffy locks and immediately caught his attention. Dazai's eyes were glazed over with lust, his pupils blown and ready to drown you in whatever fantasy which was playing in his head like a movie. "Meet me in the infirmary."

With those words being said, you simply got off your lover's lap and suppressed the moan which nearly slipped your lips as Dazai's shaft slid from your cunt. Luckily, Yosano was out stocking up on medicine and other goods when your feet carried you to your destination, your boyfriend hot on your heels. 

The sound of the door being locked reached your ears and before you knew it, Dazai bent you over the desk in the infirmary, bunching the skirt of your dress up around your waist. Slender fingers tugged your panties down your hips until the soiled fabric pooled at your feet. "You're so impatient to get off, it's almost adorable." Dazai spread your legs apart by gently knocking his feet against your ankles, a smirk gracing his features as he saw your juices dripping down your legs. You whined in response. 

"Can you keep quiet for me? Unless you want the entire Agency to know what I'm doing to you."

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.

MASTERLIST

“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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Im sorry that I choose my favs with my pussy and not my moral compass. Wish I could be as boring as the rest of you

sometimes you just need to rant about what’s really important