You Don’t Have To Be Rough All The Time. There’s Absolutely Nothing Wrong With Being Gentle And Taking

cw: slight dubcon, taking pictures, groping (all consensual)

obsessed!geto who loves spoiling you, taking you out on dates and buying you whatever your heart desires because he knows that you’ll let him fuck you in whatever he wants to see you in.

you want a new sweater? it’ll end up bunched around your collarbone as he tugs it up to stare at your tits.

“suguu!! stop it you perv!”, you whine as he intently stares at your mounds, reaching out to fondle them.

“calling me that only turns me on more, angel”

obsessed!geto will get you a necklace with his initial on it, a subtle display of affection. to you, it’s a piece of jewelry that you cherish. but to him, it’s his claim over you.

he watched the small initial necklace bounce against your neck and collarbone, back and forth, as he slammed his cock into you from the back.

drilling his cock into you and smiling, watching the shining metal around you neck, he leaned down to whisper in your ear

“mine, all mine”

obsessed!geto who always has his hands on you at all times, especially when you two are in public. it doesn’t matter if you’re wearing pants or shorts, he’ll have his hand on your ass. even better if you’re wearing a skirt, he’ll put his hand under your skirt and squeeze your cute butt!

if someone tries flirting with you while he’s not there, you best believe he’s coming back, running his hands over your back and wrapping around your waist.

“oh? who’s this, angel? no one? that’s what i thought”

obsessed!geto who just loves taking pictures of you when you’re vulnerable! at first it, it starts with him just taking cute photos of you but when you two start dating, he tests the waters a little, with your permission of course!

when you’re sleeping, when you’re in the shower, when you’re cooking or cleaning, he just loves anything you do!

his personal favorite is one where he snapped a picture of you when you passed out after a mind-numbing orgasm. your face was in your pillow, drooling while your nice little ass was faced up, showing how both of your holes were destroyed, gaping, and full of cum. he’s just so obsessed with you!! <3

AGH i love geto ill make a pt 2 soon

wanna let him unwrap me & get on top of him by the fireplace..

cw: mdni + ageless blogs dni !! afab reader x choso kamo, reader and choso live together, mentions of marriage & children, lots of smooches, smut!!! , lingerie, everything is consented, p in v unprotected sexxxx, riding, missionary, switch! choso hehe, pet names, oral, breeding kink, swearing/profanity, creampies

a/n: HAPPY DECEMBER AND HOLIDAYS MY CUTIES!! ^_^ wc: 1.6k

“hm? a bow v-string panty? how cute.” you thought to yourself as you were in a lingerie boutique while out shopping with your friends, utahime and shoko, at the mall for presents for your lovers and family. you originally weren’t planning on stopping by for lingerie since you were out shopping for your loved ones' gifts but you remembered how you were needing some new underwear so you decided to stroll in for a moment since you were already out blowing money.

“oooh, are you gonna buy that to wear for your little cho cho?” shoko snickered.

your face flushed into a darker shade of pink than the blush you were already wearing from her remark. “sho, i love you but please shut up.” you mumbled, turning away from embarrassment.

“yeah shoko, shut it you weirdo.” utahime rolled her eyes in disgust. but you couldn’t help to anticipate that maybe this would be a cute little naughty surprise for your bashful boyfriend to add onto his christmas gifts. so you quickly grabbed the red pair and hid it under the rest of the undergarments you were already planning to purchase to head the register to check out. (and when the cashier had asked if you wanted to also purchase the matching bow bra that ties in the front, you definitely said yes.)

later that night when you got home from your shopping spree and started to put all your purchases away, you couldn't help but stare at the matching lingerie you had laying out on the dresser and imagine how your boyfriend choso will react. you heard choso walking in and hurriedly try to hide the underwear so that the surprise wouldn’t be ruined.

"hello baby, how was the mall? got any christmas shopping done?" pulling you in for a hug with a kiss to your forehead as he sets down some hot chocolate he made for you. "I did! I can't wait for you to see what I got you!" giving him a glittering smile.

"ooh! ooh ooh, is it that new gaming headset or the new game that just came out?" choso asked jumping up and down like a kid in a candy store. "noooo you silly!! I can't tell you, you have to wait until christmas! anyways, i'm going to go get dinner started." you held his cheek and kissed him walking away.

boy, was he in for a treat.

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december 25th, 7am -

that morning, you had woken up earlier than usual to place the last few presents under the tree and get started on breakfast, being careful not to wake choso— the present you had for him waiting under the silk ivory robe you had on while getting the fireplace ready since it was a little chilly in your shared home. you heard the shuffling of footsteps coming from upstairs and your heart began to thump in excitement and nervousness.

as choso was heading downstairs, he stopped in his tracks absolutely starstruck at the sight before him— his gorgeous girlfriend under the tree, staring back at him like an angel.

“merry christmas, cho.” you purred while sitting on your heels.

“w- what is this baby?” he stammered with crimson tint to his cheeks. his heart jumping, (and so was something else) and the butterflies in his stomach fluttering as if he was falling in love with you all over again. you knew your boyfriend liked what he saw because it was obvious in those chestnut brown, doe eyes of his. “it’s your gifts!” playing dumb as you handed him the present with the game and new headphones he kept asking you for the last 3 months prior. “go ahead, open it!” clapping your hands in joy, but your smile faded as he set the gift to the side.

“that’s not what i’m talking about… i’m talking about..” he stopped to adore you, the way your pillowy breasts sat pretty in the bow-tied bra, and the way your panties hugged your hips, all while giving him an innocent look as if you don’t know what your doing to him. still sitting before him, he kneeled down to your level.

“this.” he lightly grazed his fingers over the big red bow on the front of your bra. “oh!-” still playing dumb. “it’s my new underwear! do you like it?” batting your eyelashes at him.

and with how he was eyeing you down, he might as well just have been drooling a puddle on the floor.

“y-yeah, i.. i do..” choso breathed out. you gently pulled him in to capture his lips with yours, him whining into the kiss. as the two of you pressed lips against each other and shared each other’s breath, you gently pushed him back just right in front of the fireplace to climb on top of him.

“fuck..” he moaned breathlessly in between kisses, “this is the best present i’ve gotten already.” you paused to admire his handsome face and leaned in, “well santa told me how much of a good boy you’ve been this year.” cooing in his ear as his gaze fall onto the pretty bow tied in between the valley of your breasts.

“can i untie this?” looking up at you through his long eyelashes.

“of course you can cho, i’m a present just like you said.” with those words, he began to unwrap the bow on your bra and gently caress your breasts once untied. his lips made their way to clasp around your nipples and drew circles with his tongue while his other hand began running up and down your soft body as you started grinding against the hard on in his pajamas— your poor boyfriend becoming overstimulated from the feeling because he started whimpering into your breasts.

“how bad do you want it?” you whispered sultrily into his ear, “i want it bad, now please. please baby i need it.” he begged with dilated pupils and a raspy voice.

you lifted your hips up a little to assist him in removing his bottoms and moved your floss of an underwear to the side to slowly sink down on his pulsating and achy cock. he let out the nastiest, pornographic and needy moan once you got all of him into you.

“mmp, you feel so f- fuck! so fucking good” he whined out. the sight below you so heavenly as you watch choso slowly become a wreck– his long dark hair sticking to the sweat on his forehead, his eyes rolling back as you continue to bounce on him.

“gonna cum for me already, handsome?” tantalizing your poor lover. “b-baby, please slow down i don’t wanna cum yet, oh s-shit” but it was too late. he’s just too in love with you and the way you feel around him to control himself, tears falling from his eyes from how good you were pleasuring him but also because of how embarrassed he was that he came undone too quickly.

“it’s okay cho, i-” cradling him, but your breath hitched from surprise because he flipped you over to switch positions with you, him now being the one on top.

“i’m not done yet, you’re gonna take this cock for me princess.” he babbled, as if a light in his head had switched. he slipped the rest of your lingerie off, lining his swollen tip against your leaking slit before slowly burying himself inside as you let out a moan that was like music to his ears. once he bottomed out into you, he started thrusting in and out like a dog in heat.

“this is what you wanted right? to tease me? hah- cmon pretty, you can take it.” he was splitting you open so deliciously that you started seeing stars and began clenching around him like a vice.

“ch- cho please, s- slow down, you're too big” you choked out as you gripped onto his biceps and wrapped your thighs around his waist.

“look at me or i’ll stop.” he gently grabbed your chin, and you looked back up at him with glazed eyes. “you’re so pretty baby… i’m gonna marry you mmh- then i’m gonna give you babies that are pretty just like you.” gasping and looking into your eyes as he kept hitting that spot in you that was pushing you over the edge.

he felt too good. way too fucking good. you felt like you were getting sent into another world even. you and your cunt becoming a sloppy mess before him, lewd noises coming from the both of you, drool spilling from the side of your lips, your juices squirting all over his chiseled abs and maybe even onto the rug. but at this point, you were too cockdrunk too care. you could feel every vein of his gliding against your velvet walls as his swollen tip kept hitting your sweet spot.

"f-fuck, oh my g-" your voice trembling and eyes rolling back as you feel your orgasm approaching. " 'm gonna c-cum!" writhing under him as your climax washes over you and sucks him in.

"y-your so tight wifey.. please let me cum in you please, I need to ngh!" his release painting your insides as he slams his hips into you one last final time, and it's almost taking everything in him not to propose to you while still being balls deep inside of you still.

as he slides his glistening dick out from you, some of his seed spill out, reminding him how much he has filled you up. and don't worry... he’s not letting one drop go to waste. he holds your thighs open to push the mess back in with his fingers.

once he gets you all cleaned up, he picks you up in bridal style. “that was the best christmas gift ever!" as he brushes the hair out of your face and gives you a loving and warm kiss on your flustered cheek.

"choooo!" you giggled, "don’t forget you still have to open the other gift i got you!!"

reblogs & likes are very much appreciated! pls don't copy or steal my works <3

Sorry for going into a lovedrunk bloodthirsty craze and hunting you for sport, it will happen again.

⟡ ݁₊ .٠࣪⭑M1SS!0N 01: NASTY D0G!! NASTY D0G!!✧˖°.

—.٠࣪⭑SYNOPSIS Why do all your panties keep disappearing? ‘N’ why does Caleb keep sneaking out of your room when you're gone? ( ˶°ㅁ°) !!

—.٠࣪⭑GENRE smut, porn with little plot —.٠࣪⭑PAIRING Caleb x chubby reader (has chubby reader in mind, anyone can read this tho) —.٠࣪⭑WORD COUNT 5.9k

—.٠࣪⭑WARNING fem!reader, sexual content, pwlp, grammar error, NO spoilers, panty stealing, pet names (pipsqueak idc, little apple, baby), masterbation, switch Caleb, msub to mdom, oral (male & fem), marking, a lil orgasm denial, degrade ‘n’ praise, face fucking, clit spanking, cum drinking, perv! Caleb, fingering, squirting, face down ass up, spanking, breeding, p in v, unprotected sex (wrap it before ya tap it)

A/N I’m here to finally feed the Caleb whores <3 (me too, babe)‼️‼️Sexy reminder, my request box is open soooo.. drop ‘em off..

It’s already been a whole week since you’ve noticed that a considerable amount of your used panties have suddenly disappeared without an explanation! Every night, once you finally come back from work, you’ve noticed that some of your cutesy panties have vanished. 

And they are all conveniently your favorites, the dark red, lace, flimsy, cute lingerie that constantly rides between your asscheeks. 

Regardless, they were super cute! There could only be one person who could be behind such a nasty and vile crime. Caleb. 

Your childhood best friend, who you definitely do not have the hots for him, who is now your roommate. You rarely see him leaving the house, though, occasionally you have to force him to leave the house to go to the grocery store when you’re too lazy to do it yourself. Especially when you’re called into work, he never leaves, as if Caleb waits for you to leave to sneak into your room, he must be the one stealing your lingeries! 

Yet again, you were called into work. This time, you were there much longer than you expected. You are beyond exhausted, body tired from having to carry yourself in heels. Plus, work has been so stressful and tiring, you desperately need to relax.

Oh, you can not wait to finally yank off your heels! You’ve been stumbling around this whole time! Your poor legs screaming and crying for a break. 

Eventually, you arrive at your home, the sun long gone. When you push open the front door, it’s uncharacteristically quiet. Normally, Caleb would be relaxing on the sofa or cooking your favorite meal in the kitchen to pass the time while he waits patiently for your arrival like a puppy.

Well, except for the frequent grunts and groans. The sounds are muffled, coming from further into the house. The grunts, groans, and huffs were deep, raspy, low, and rather pleasant to your ears. 

You reach down to slide off your heels from your sore foot, inhaling sharply, shivering in delight and moaning in approval. You attempt to ignore the questionable sounds, marking it off as Caleb working out. Many occasions you would accidentally walk into Caleb rooms, catching him during his workout.

But, he usually works out earlier, never this late. Not that you were complaining, far from it. Accidentally walking inside Caleb’s room, seeing him wearing nothing but a black tank top, his body and shirt glistening with his sweat. 

The salty liquid trickles down the curve of his muscular body, making a mess beneath him. His cheeks would be rosy red, sweat dripping down his forehead, lips parted slightly as he breathed heavily, his brows furrowed in concentration. He spends a considerable amount of time working on his biceps and thighs, you must admit, they look absolutely ravishing. 

Caleb’s body is very defined, well built, massive, definitely on the stronger side, and taut. He could definitely manhandle you. He is a beefy guy, there is no way around that fact. You try not to think of your dear roommate like that, how improper of you. 

But fuck, would you do absolutely anything to get your greedy hands on him. You slowly walk through the hallway with shaky legs, stumbling from how sore they are. The sounds only get louder and louder the closer you go.

His room was further down the hallways, yet, you stand directly in front of the room and it sounds like Caleb’s groans are coming from inside. “Oh fuck~ pipsqueak..” Caleb sighs breathlessly, voice muffle from the door being shut.

“M-Miss you so much..need you so badly.. hah-“ he whines, grunting. 

Oh. Oh, Caleb is not working out right now. You slap your hand over your mouth to stifle the gasp threatening to escape your lips, your teeth nibbling onto your bottom lip. You press your ears to the door, trying to hear him better.

You feel awfully hot. Your face flushed pinkish red, heat pooling to your belly. You feel flustered, embarrassed, felt like you were intruding Caleb’s.. self care moment.

“H-hate it when.. ooh~ you leave for work” Caleb groans, voice cracking slightly. 

“You have no f-fucking idea what you do to me..” he huffs, he sounded exhausted yet needy. 

That delightful heat in your belly pools to your cunny, you're painfully aware how turned on you are. You push your plump thighs together, grinding them together in an anguished attempt to ease that addictive throb between your legs. You can feel your poor clit throbbing, aching, buzzing, begging to be toyed with.  

You let out a quiet whimper, glancing down your body. Your nipples are hard as a rock, imprinted on your useless bra. Caleb must have forgotten to shut the door, letting you take a quick peek. You curiously lean closer, your eyes scanning the room in search of Caleb. 

The intense smell of sex knocks you, clouding your senses. Caleb is lying on your bed, sweaty and very much naked. His eyes are hooded, fogged up with lust, desperation, and heat. His cheeks are beaming red, fat sweat droplets dripping down his forehead. 

Caleb’s lips are red, parted slightly as he lets those divine sounds. Your gaze trails further down his body. His chest rises and falls hastily, glistening with his sweat. 

You glance further down, again. His cock is fucking big, thick, long, swollen, and hard. You can see Caleb has thin veins running up his shaft. 

His bulbous tip is angry red, precum leaking from his tip. Caleb’s cock glistens, shining from his own arousal. He strokes his cock up and down at a medium pace, his thighs tensing up when his dick twitches in his hand. 

That sweet heat pools to your cunt, sending strong shivers through your body. Your pussy flutters around nothing, begging to be filled with his fat cock. You swear, you can feel drool dripping from your lips. 

You lift your gaze back up to his handsome face, recognizing an awfully familiar lingerie pressed against his pointy nose. Caleb inhales sharply, goosebumps prickling onto his skin, letting out a soft pathetic whine. He lazily licks at the fabric, groaning in approval at the tangy yet sweet flavor of your pussy juices. 

Was Caleb that desperate that he turned to steal your lingeries to get off? He nuzzles his nose deeper into your pantie, inhaling your pungent and intoxicating scent of your cunny. “Fuck..” Caleb exhales. 

How do you even wear such a skimpy thing as this so comfortably? It’s so tiny, he doubts it’d be able to accommodate your pussy. If you asked, Caleb wouldn’t mind holding your pussy for you, being your own personal lingerie if you’d like. 

Caleb lets out a satisfied, loud groan at the thought of this. He strokes his cock a little faster, his breath shallow and labored. You can’t take this anymore, he’s teasing you without realizing! 

You push open your door quickly, relished by that frightened and ashamed look that crosses Caleb’s face. “Is this what you do when I’m gone? You know~ I was searching for my missing panties” you murmur.

“I didn’t think you were this nasty, Caleb” you tease, smiling wickedly at that nervous expression on his face. 

“So? What do you have to say for yourself?” You question, an brow arching up, inching closer towards him. 

“I-it’s now what it looks like, baby-“ He smiles anxiously, fearfully glancing aware from your piercing gaze.  

You hum in amusement, sitting beside him, watching him silently try to cover his hard cock with your blanket. You lift your hand, your fingers barely grazing against his insanely hot skin. Caleb gulps, his breath caught in his throat.

“If you wanted me that bad.. you could have just asked for my attention, Caleb” you giggle, your lips pressed so closely to his ear.

You push away his sweat soaked hair from his face, kissing his ear. You press a tender kiss to his lips, feeling him instantly melt from your touch. Caleb grabs your hips tightly, holding them like his life depends on it.

You pepper delicate kisses down his chin to his neck, eliciting a sigh of pleasure from the man. You kiss his adam’s apple, feeling it throb under your soft touch. Caleb’s fingers dig into your fat hips, thick fingers digging into the chub. 

You press hot kisses up the middle section of his neck, further up until your lips are barely grazing his lips. “Oh, Caleb~ you really are so nasty, I like that about you” you taunt, teasingly leaning closer as if you were going to kiss him. 

Caleb tries to lean closer to press his lips against yours, only for you to push at his chest. You push at his sweaty chest, his back pressed against the bed. You snatch your lingerie from his hands, tossing it to the corner of your room.  

“Baby-“ Caleb trails, your fingers silencing him. 

“Shh, let me handle this” you tut.

Caleb’s tongue licks at your fingers, his eyes fluttering shut, lapping at your digits. You pull away, pressing warm kisses down his pecs, abdomen, all the way down to his swollen cock. It twitches in the air, begging for your attention only. 

And who are you to deny him such pleasure? You never said you’d let him cum though, he has to learn his lesson somehow. You press a tender kiss to his tip, hearing his breath falter only encourages you to continue. 

You move to sit in a more comfy position for you, your thighs press beside his head. You spit onto your hand, smearing it onto his cock, stroking it up and down in a lazy manner. Caleb groans quietly, both of his hands holding your hips tightly. 

He bites at your thighs, eliciting a squeal of surprise from you. He bites at the fat of your thighs, leaving as many marks as he could. Caleb loves the way you moan in pain, it only feels his arousal. 

He tries to tug you down gently onto his face, huffing in annoyance when you don’t budge. Caleb tries again, still you don’t budge. And again, and again.

You huff, resting your clothed pussy against his eager mouth, shivering when he moans against your cunny. He presses a gentle kiss to your covered pussy, his tongue rubbing against the fabric of your shorts. 

You lick at his tip, rolling your tongue around the poor swollen tip. Caleb bucks his hips upwards, pushing his length into your mouth, summoning a gag from you. Your moan is muffled, sucking his big tip into your mouth. 

You focus on giving him barely any pleasure, boredly lapping at his tip. You know he’s desperate for more, but you won’t give him what he wants. You rest your hands on Caleb’s meaty thighs, nails digging into his skin when he tries to buck upwards. 

You roll your tongue around his poor tip, his precum tasty salty, tangy, yet still yummy. A shiver runs through your body, his tongue running against where your pussy is. Caleb is desperate, you almost feel bad for him, almost. 

You suck more of his shaft into your mouth, feeling him twitch violently in your mouth. A slick pop, his cock slipping out of your mouth, your spit trickling down to his base. From his bass, you lick slowly up, dragging your tongue against his base to his tip again. 

Again, you take his cock into your mouth, this time, sucking more to his length into your mouth. You’re trying your best not to gag around his dick, but it’s too difficult not to though! Caleb’s big, thick, and long, you’re struggling to take him fully into your mouth.  

Caleb grunts against your pussy, 

sending delicious vibrations through your body. You can feel his thighs twitch, tense, and contract around your hands. You bob your hand up and down his length, moaning and whimpering.

Your eyes fluttered shut, concentrating on sucking messigly on Caleb’s dick. His tip nudges at the back of your throat, earning himself a gag and whimper from you. You cup his swollen balls, they are swollen with tons of cum. 

Fuck, poor Caleb, he must haven’t been able to cum for so long. You feel him throb in your mouth, oh he’s so close. You continue to gag on his length, a wet pop, his cock lewdly slipping from your mouth. 

Caleb bucks his hips up, searching for the missing warmth of your perfect mouth. He was so fucking close, and you denied him! Caleb whines against your cunt, his tongue rolling against your covered, fat pussy lips.  

“Sorry, babe. I can’t let you cum, you have to learn your lesson~” you purr cruelly, seeing his dick swell, precum dribbling from his tip.

You tenderly kiss his tip, teasing him again after denying his orgasm. Your saliva drips down his shaft, coating his length in a thin layer of spit. You cup his cock, pumping his dick up and down.

Caleb throbs in your hand, precum spilling his tip. You let go again, giggling when his grip tightens around your plump hips. You press his tip against your lips again, sucking his length into your mouth.

Instead of only sucking half of his length inside your mouth, you take more. Caleb’s length disappears deeper and deeper into your throat, until your nose is pressed against his skin. His shaft is buried deep in your throat, precum dripping into your mouth. 

You gag loudly, shaking your head side to side. Your eyebrows are furrowed, eyes closed shut as you focus on sucking Caleb’s cock. Your tongue rubs against the bottom of his shaft, lapping and rolling your tongue. 

Your nails bite into his skin, surely leaving a crescent mark behind. You let him slowly slide out of your throat with a lewd pop, letting out gasps for breath. Your lips are swollen, red, glistening with a mixture of your spit and his precum. 

“Oh c’mon.. I’ve barely done anything” 

“Don’t cum-“ you josh, only to be interrupted by Caleb.  

Caleb flips the both of you, your back pressed against the bed. You grunt, eyes widening, your lips parted slightly from shock. He keeps a bruising tight grip around your thighs, keeping you pinned against the bed. 

“I think you’re the one who needs a punishment, little apple” He grumbles breathlessly, letting out a quiet chuckle when you squirm.

“You’ve been acting like a brat, nothing similar to the good girl I know” Caleb says with spite, proving your hips up with a pillow.  

He tears off your shorts and panties, tossing them to the corner. Caleb parts your thighs open, your folds spreading apart to expose your wet slit. Your cunny is glistening wet, pussy slick with your own wetness. 

“Mmh.. you're soaked, makes me think you are just as nasty as I am” He teases, chuckling when you whine angrily. 

“Not as bad as you are” you huff. 

You rest your hands by your side, spreading your thighs wider to give him the perfect view of your soaked pussy. Caleb’s breath hitches, his fingers peeling your pussy lips apart. 

“Well.. punish me then” you hum, whimpering softly when his hard cock pressed against your lip. 

Caleb hums, chuckling softly, finding humor in your courage and determination. “Open up then, little apple” Caleb encourages, groaning loudly when his dick slides into your eager throat. 

You moan around his length, digging your fingers into the bed sheets below you. Caleb only pushes half of his shaft inside your mouth and you're already having such a hard time, your throat convulsing around his length. Maybe you should have kept your mouth shut, you don’t regret it all though. 

Caleb hums quietly, running a thick finger through your fat folds, your juices smearing onto his fingertips. He peers down at your wet cunny, your tasty arousal oozing from your fluttering hole. He spits onto your cunt, his spit dripping from your swollen clit to your hole. 

You mewl around his cock, his length disappearing into your mouth, buried to the hilt of your throat. You never thought sucking cock would be so.. addictive and pleasurable for you. You feel light headed, so obsessed with the way his cock twitches inside your mouth. 

Your toes curl up, you pussy clenching around nothing uncontrollably. You’re abruptly aware how painfully empty you feel, you need something inside your gummy entrance. Fingers, tongue, cock, anything. 

“Not talking so much, are we, pipsqueak?” He asks, grinding his teeth together when your throat tightens around him.

“F-fuck.. hah.. good girl” Caleb moans out.

Hearing him call you a good girl only fuels your desperation, heat pooling to your belly. You whimper, sending delicious vibrations through Caleb’s body. He grunts, his balls pressed against your forehead, so heavy with cum.  

You slide your hand against the bed, inching closer to your clit. You need something, anything to ease that painful, uncomfortable feeling between your thighs. Before you’re able to rub your clit, Caleb snatched your hands, peeling it away from your cunny.

He replaces your hand with his, rubbing yummy circles onto the bud. Your back arches off the bed, pussy clamping around nothing. Your throat constricts around his dick, eliciting a groan of pleasure from Caleb.

Caleb pulled his hips back, until only the tip of his dick was inside your mouth. He snaps his back, stuffing his cock to the hilt of your throat. Your eyes shoot open, tears springing in your eyes. 

He lets go of your thighs, resting his hand beside your side. His hand sneakily moves to your clit again, rubbing steady circles onto your clit. Caleb chokes out a moan, breathlessly chuckling when you attempt to squirm and flinch from the luscious pleasure. 

“Hah- d-don’t squirm away from me..” he groans, giving your clit a soft spank. 

Poor you, do you really think you’ll be able to squirm away from him? Caleb would laugh, if he wasn’t groaning and whimpering from how well you're taking his cock in your throat. He can hear you gagging quietly, the wet slurping sound of you sucking at his cock. 

Caleb keeps a steady yet shaky pace, sliding his cock in and out of your hungry throat, fucking your face as he would with a toy. Your cute gags and whimpers were music to his ears, making his balls tense up. Wet plaping sound fills the room, his balls slapping against your forehead. 

Caleb glides his fingers through your folds, tracing the ring of your gummy entrance. The obscure squelching sound of your pussy gushing around his fingers fills the room, along with the frequent gagging of your throat. He’s so close, his thrust getting more sloppy than coordinated, if it was ever.

His fucking your mouth as if his life depends on it, hitting the back of your throat. Caleb twitches and throbs inside your mouth, so close to finally being able to achieve what he wants. To cum.

You just had to deny him, teasing him and not letting him cum. Now look at you, sucking and licking his cock like a good girl. “F-fuck. Ooh~ your throat feels.. amazing, pipsqueak” Caleb chokes, grinding against your face.

You whine, gripping the sheets tightly, almost to the point you can hear it tear. Caleb lets out a string of moans, his hips twitching. His groans are only getting louder, his thrusts sloppy.

“S-shit.. gonna cum.. oh, baby~” He purrs, burying his cock to the hilt of your throat. 

His cock jolts, hot cum shooting into your throat. Caleb’s cum tastes sweet and yummy, or maybe you’ve gotten addicted to his taste. Your moan is muffled, you eagerly drink up his cum. 

Caleb lazily grinds against your face, groaning and panting. After a couple of seconds of grinding against your face, while rubbing your clit, he pulls his hips back.  

His dick slowly slides from your mouth, absolutely covered in your spit and his cum. Thin strings of spit connect his shaft to your lips. To Caleb, you look ravishing.

Your eyes are hooded, fogged, lips sticky with cum, dried tears in the corner of your eyes. Caleb’s cock jerks, shooting more of his creamy cum onto your cheek. You smile dumbly, scooping up his cum to lick it off your fingers. 

“Ooh~ fuck.. y’know, I think I like you much more when you don’t talk that much, pipsqueak” Caleb taunters, grabbing your thighs to spin you around to where your pussy was facing him now.

“Mmh? Is that so? Sucks to suck then, I plan on talking your ears off” you say between pants.

“And I thought you loved me, so mean..” you pout, licking off extra cum from your lips.

“Oh hush, Y’know I love you, baby” He scoffs, smiling lovingly at the cute pout on your face. 

“Well.. I don’t feel that loved” you mutter, glancing down at your dripping pussy, neglected.

“Why is that?” Caleb asks, not catching the look you send him. 

“A certain someone has been neglecting me..” you mumble, looking him in his eyes.

You keep eye contact with Caleb, slowly looking down your body to direct your gaze to your pussy. He follows your gaze dumbly, finally relaxing what you were implying. “Ooh.. ‘m sorry, I didn’t realize I was neglected you, baby” 

“Need me to clean you up?” He teases softly, running a finger through your slit.

“Ugh- Caleb I swear to fucking god, if I have to ask you again-“ you threaten, growing insanely impatient.

He chuckles, grabbing your soft thighs. Caleb peppers hot kisses on your thighs, teasingly nipping at the fat. He tosses one of your legs over his shoulder, pushing your other leg to your chest.

His hot breath fans onto your swollen cunny, sending delicious shivers through your body. From your fluttering gummy entrance to your swollen, his hot tongue darting between your wet folds. Caleb moans in approval at the tangy yet tasty flavor of you.

Caleb finally is getting a real taste of your tasty pussy, it’s definitely better than him lapping at your panties. You taste better than he could ever have imagined. You whimper softly, burying your fingers into his hair.

You tug, eliciting a pained grunts from the man between your thighs. Caleb slurps at your clit hungrily, sucking the swollen bud of your clit into his mouth. His tongue flicks and massages your clit, making your eyes roll back in pleasure.

Your jaw goes slack, your back arching off the bed. Caleb chases after your cunt, not giving you even a second to squirm away from his starving mouth. “N-no.. don’t squirm away from me, pipsqueak” Caleb tuts.

“Let me.. enjoy you” he mumbles against your clit, his breath blowing onto the flesh. 

He slurps at your clit, moaning loudly. “Fuck.. y-you taste even better than i imagined” Caleb says, his words being interrupted as he can’t resist the urge to lap at your clit.

He’s acting like a starved man who’s finally being able to enjoy a meal after countless years. Caleb trails a thick finger to your gummy entrance, his finger promptly plunging inside your fluttering hole. You squeal melts to a moan of delight, your walls immediately caving around his finger. 

It was only one, only one finger and your toes are already curling up. Caleb doesn’t seem to care, no, he seems to be entranced with sucking at your clit. His fingers easily slip inside your cunny, the slick you made giving him easy access. 

His finger plunges deeper into your cunny, stretching your gooey walls apart. Caleb curls his finger, his fingertips nudging against your g-spot. You yelp, face scrunching up in pleasure as you tighten around his finger. 

You wail, tugging harshly onto his hair. Eliciting a grunt of a mixture of pain and pleasure from Caleb, who slips another thick finger into your gushing pussy. “Ooh~ oh fuck!” You gasp, your thighs trembling. 

Your walls happily accommodate the stretch of his fingers, your arousal coating his digits in sticky juices. Caleb’s lips pulls away from your clit, focusing on finger fucking you. Your cunny is disgustingly loud, the obscure squelching sound filling the room. 

It doesn’t take you that long to get closer, the constant scissoring and curling of his fingers were too much for you to handle. Caleb quickly recognized that you’re getting close, it isn’t hard for him to notice when you're constantly fluttering and clamping around his fingers. He pressed his hand to your plump belly, applying a strong amount of pressure. 

His fingers slam in and out of your gushing pussy, your poor cunny clamping around him uncontrollably. Caleb’s fingers are curled, pushing against your g-spot with every push inside your cunny. Fat tears waters in your eyes, your bottom lip captured between your teeth. 

“Hng! O-oh god! C-Caleb!” You gasp.

“ ‘m gonna cum! Ooh~” you drool, jaw going slack.

“That’s right, cum f’me, little apple” he encourages.

You let out a loud cry, that heat in your belly swelling until it snaps. Your juices sprays from your pussy, the squelching sound of your cum gushing from your cunny. The iridescent soaked his hand and the bed, drenching the fabric. 

“Hng.. hah..” you pant, body trembling.

Caleb hums, a slick pop as his finger slips from your gummy entrance. He gently slaps your clit, summing a flinch from you. He’s a mess; face soaked from your juices, eyes clouded, eyebrows scrunched, and a dumb cheeky grin on his face. 

He keeps eye contact with you, licking your juices from his lips. “Little apple.. you taste so good~” Caleb mutters.

“Want more..” he sighs, sending you puppy eyes.

“N-no! Absolutely not” you huff, grimacing when he brings his soaked fingers to his mouth to lap your nectar clean off the digits. 

He pouts, grabbing your hips tightly, flipping you over again. Caleb guides your head into the pillow gently, eliciting a muffled grumble of protest from you. His hands trails from your head, to your hips, arching your back to where he got the best view of your pussy;  fully exposed fully to his hungry gaze.

And oh fuck, did you look absolutely ravishing. Your folds glistening from your juices, thighs shining from your own arousal. Caleb grabs at your plump hips, groaning, thick fingers sinking into the squishing chub. 

“Fuck.. I’m leaking so much precum everywhere..” Caleb murmurs to himself, pressing his bulbous tip against your slick folds. 

“And it’s all your f-fault, pipsqueak” 

“Y-you’re going to take care of me.. right? Take care of what you created” Caleb mutters, his voice softening.  

You whimper in response, nails biting into the pillow. He lets out a loud groan, his tip slipping into your cunny. You wail into the pillow, fat tears trickling from your eyes from the stretch. It was painful, yes, but it was still so fucking pleasurable. 

The way your gooey walls split apart, trying to accommodate his fat cock, felt so fucking good. You shiver helplessly, goosebumps prickling everywhere on your skin. You cave and clamp around his dick, eliciting a hiss of pleasure from Caleb. 

It was as if your walls were eagerly trying to milk him dry, sucking him deeper and deeper into your cunny. More to his shaft disappears into your hungry cunt, the squelching sound of your messy pussy reaching your ears. You sob, chewing the fabric of the pillow between your teeth. 

His grip tightens on your hips, to the point it would leave an obvious bruise behind. You’ll definitely be sore in the morning, but it’s worth it. Caleb’s hand grazes down your back, your spine, fingertips barely touching your skin yet it sets goosebumps everywhere. 

He trails further down your body, until his hands are by your asscheek. Caleb grabs at the fat, gripping, fondling, and gripping the fat as if he was toying with it like a stress toy. More and more of his length sinks into your cunny, leaving an aching feeling in your belly. 

Caleb is so big and thick, you love it. You can feel him twitch and jerk inside your cunny, plunging the rest of his cock to the hilt of your pussy. “Oh f-fuck! L-little apple, y-you’re so tight-“ he stutters, breath hitching. 

His hips are flushed against your ass, hot and sweaty skin pressed up against each other. His bulbous tip is pressed so snuggly against your cervix, his shaft massaging your g-spots. Caleb pulls his hips back, until only his tip was inside, slamming his back to yours, plunging his back inside your wet pussy with a loud wet plap. 

With every thrust, his balls would knock and slap at your aching clit. It sends violent shivers through your body. Caleb’s balls are heavy and full, begging to coat your walls in creamy white. “Hmp! Mmhp!” You moan into the pillow, walls tightening around his length. 

“Hah- t-take it. Take it, pipsqueak” Caleb babbles dumbly, letting out a raspy groan. 

His thrust is erotic and lewd, his abdomen slapping against your ass. Your ass jiggles, bounces, and ripples with every thrust, it’s hypnotic. You wail loudly into the pillow, bucking your hips towards him, pushing your pussy closer to Caleb. 

Your toes curl up, the heat in your belly getting stronger and hotter by each rough pump. Caleb’s cock glides and massages your walls, eliciting such delicious muffled moans from you. If only he could hear you. 

He tosses his head back, exposing his adam’s apple. One of Caleb’s hands let go of your hips, pushing on your back, keeping your back arched. “A-arch.. oh god- your back.. m-more” he choked out a moan, your pussy unexpectedly clenching around him.

You can feel him twitch and throb inside your cunny, he’s just as close as you are. Your eyes roll back so far, you swear you can see stars explode in your eyes. “Hng! Y-your all mine! M-mine, mine, baby” Caleb babbles, the pleasure and blood must have gotten to his head. 

Caleb lets go of your ass, quickly slapping his hand onto the fat. You squeal, a pleasurable sting blooming on your poor ass. “Y-you’re all fucking mine, baby” he pants. 

His bulbous tip bangs against your cervix, his shaft twitching and throbbing inside your pussy. “Hng! C-Caleb..” you scream it or wh pillow.

Caleb drags you back onto and off his length, you’re unable to escape the mind numbing pleasure. “Oh fuck! Y-you feel so amazing..” Caleb gulps, spanking your ass again. 

You yelp, that heat in your belly is unbearably strong. Your toes curl up, eyes rolling back. Another spank, sending shivers through your body. 

“O-oh god! L-look at how -fuck, red your ass is” He groans, another rough spank on your poor ass.

He can feel you getting tighter and tighter, your pussy clenching around him so tightly. “Oh fuck-“ Caleb grunts, entranced of the way your pussy take him in and out. 

His cock is drenched with your juices, shining with your juices. Another spank, sending you reeling forward. Your body tenses, pussy fluttering uncontrollably around Caleb’s cock. 

You cum, hard. Those tears pour from your eyes, trickling down your cheek to the pillow. Caleb lets out a choked groan, your cum making a thin layer on his shaft. 

It’s sticky, sticking onto his abdomen. “Hng! L-little Apple.. you’re gonna make me.. cum” he moans, whimpering quietly. 

You can feel him twitch frequently in your deepest parts, his cock begging to cum. The obscure squelching and gushing sound of your pussy fills the room, it’s embarrassingly loud. The wet plaping and fwoping sound fills the room, his abdomen and thighs meeting your ass. 

“G-gonna breed you- you’re all mine!” Caleb says between gasps and groans, his fingers digging into the skin of your hips. 

One, two, three thrusts were enough to throw Caleb over the edge. He groans, body trembling against yours as his hot cum shoots deep into your overstimulated pussy. You mewl, clamping around him tightly as if to try to make sure his cum doesn’t spill out. 

Caleb grinds against you, keeping his cock plunging deep in your pussy. His cock slowly slides out of your pussy, his creamy cum slowly trickling out of your cunny. He rolls you over again, laying you onto your back.  

You’re finally getting to see him, and oh fuck, does he look like a mess just like you. Caleb’s eyes are hooded, filled with desperation and need. His cheeks are rosy pink, sweat dripping down his forehead. 

He leans down, licking your breasts, teasing the bud. Caleb places wet kisses to the valley between your breasts. He presses hot kisses down to your belly, trailing further down to your sloppy pussy.

“Hng- what are you doing?” You hiccup, wailing loudly when his tongue dives between your folds. 

Fat tears roll down your cheek, body twitching from overstimulation. “C-Caleb! S’too much!” You protest, wailing. 

The pleasure must have made him dumb or he’s ignoring your whimsy complaints. Caleb laps hungrily at your pussy, targeting your gummy entrance. He slurps up  your cum, seemingly unbothered that he’s drinking up the sticky mixture of his cum too.

“Hng.. we taste so good..” be purrs, diving between your pussy lips. 

You sob, squirming around. Caleb grunts against your pussy, his tongue rolling up and down through your fat folds.

“Hah- I’m not down with you yet, pipsqueak..” Caleb huffs, his tongue dipping into your gummy entrance. 

“Hng! N-no!” You squeal, drool dripping from your lips. 

You’re already so sensitive, that heat in your belly builds up quickly. Caleb’s tongue swirls and wiggles, rubbing and massaging your walls. You buck your hips up, tipping your cunny closer to him. He hums, grabbing your ass.

Caleb holds you still, messily slurping at your cunt. You wail, clenching around his tongue. You gush around his tongue, making an ever larger mess. 

Caleb moans in approval, instantly drinking up your delicious nectar. “You taste so.. good, pipsqueak” he gasps, lips parted as he gasps for air. 

He hovers over your body, leaning closer to you. “Ngh! N-no!” You huff. “You’re so nasty!” You huff. 

“So you don’t love me anymore, little Apple?” Caleb pouts, sending you puppy dog eyes. 

You can’t take him seriously, not with a mixture of yours and his cum is dripping down his lower chin.

“I do love you..” you mumble, pretending to gag when he kisses your cheek.

“And no more stealing my panties!” You huff, attempting not to smile at the genuine shocked and offended look on his face. 

“Mmh, no promises, pipsqueak” he hums, resting his head on your sweaty chest.

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WHAT HAPPENS IN THE PRISON REALM STAYS IN THE PRISON REALM ! ★ gojo satoru

prologue ⋆ ★ just your luck, getting sealed in the prison realm with the strongest sorcerer of this day and age. well, he's typically the strongest. unless it comes to you.

pairing ⋆ ★ gojo satoru x reader genre tags & warnings ⋆ ★ afab!reader, sorta crack 😭 — use of blindfold, incorrect use of jujutsu, óral (f), pànty-fúcking, desperate and FERAL gojo, màting press, brééding, cérvix kissin' and creàmpiés lmfao, óverstim...

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"are you in the prison realm because ya' got sealed, or did you get sealed because you ended up in the prison realm?"

you grind tired molars together, willing your hands to stay put instead of wrapping around gojo satoru's wretched neck, "the fuck are you talkin' about?"

gojo just clicks his tongue lazily, sprawled out on the unsettling, clattering bones of the prison realm, "jus' musing. it's getting real existential here."

"it's been, what, two hours? and you're already losing it." you wrap your arms tightly around your knees, pulling them to your chest in some effort to combat the cool chill of this...prison. "you realise that this is literally all your fault though, right?"

gojo's eyes flutter open, sky-blue hues that glint with outrage, "what?" he's squawking, undignified, "don't start this again."

"oh, i will," you're jabbing a finger towards him, scowling, "i didn't have any beef with geto. not even after he went off the rails with all that murder shit. didn't do a damn thing to get stuck in here as well."

"oi," a shadow flickers over gojo's face, "whatever that thing is, it's not suguru. y'don't gotta' trust me on much else, but trust me on that."

eyes narrowing, you catch some truth in the sorcerer's defensive tone. whatever. not your circus, not your monkeys. you know better than to pick at gojo satoru's old wounds, "whatever, it's got his face. and you had one job last year when —"

gojo interrupts you with a faux, hacking cough that quickly melts into a groan. throwing his head back as though your tirade is a mere inconvenience, or a tiresome lecture. arms stretching upwards, long limbs unfolding as he arches his back.

phew. a sliver of pale skin peeks out from underneath the dark uniform of his jacket, smooth and taut over slabs of toned muscle, flashing just long enough to derail your thoughts.

"heh. no lookin', pretty," gojo snickers with half-lidded eyes, "what if i'm shy?"

a skull's clattering against the floor as you wrap your hands around rough bone, chucking it at gojo with all the force you can master. he's dodging it effortlessly, ugh. of course.

you don't hate gojo satoru. in fact, it would be a bold-faced lie to claim even a shred of dislike. far from it. your co-worker is...bearable in some circumstances, and it doesn't hurt that he's awfully easy on the eyes.

but nowhere in your grand master plan to bag the strongest sorcerer of the modern age did you imagine being sealed with him. there's a faint worry in the back of your head, wondering just how badly the world is falling apart outside. what, with that geto look-alike still running amok. tokyo? in flames. shibuya? well, you hope it's not rubble.

but it's hard to focus when gojo lounges in front of you, long legs stretched out and muscular thighs spread obnoxiously wide. he's absently tracing patterns on the eerie bones, "wanna' play rock-paper-scissors again?" sounding oddly chipper despite the dire fate of the world teetering on a knife's edge.

"we already did that. and you cheated."

"did not," gojo drawls, blue eyes disappearing to the back of his eyes in mock offense, "yer' just a sore loser."

a beat of silence, and then, "how about i spy?"

you raise a brow, glancing around at your five-star accomadation. the infinite expanse of dull bones and dismembered skulls, "fine. i spy with my little eye...an endless pile of bones. and an overgrown furby sitting right in front of me."

gojo whistles, low as he scrunches up his blindfold, tossing the black silk at you, "touché," head leaning back, groaning, "i'm jus' so bored."

"hah. if you were in here alone, you'd go mad," you mutter, scooching just a bit closer without thinking. this prison realm seems colder than it should be, and it's better to stay close for warmth, right? yeah. right, that's exactly what you tell yourself.

"probably. but it's not like we can crack this stupid place," gojo scowls, "trust me, spent the first hour givin' it my all. wasn't exactly expecting it either."

"yeah, i know," you sigh, avoiding the bright cerulean gaze that's currently resting on you, almost as though it's determined to take in the sight of you, "time doesn't pass in here, right? we're gonna' have to think of something."

the corner of gojo's mouth twitch, candy-pink lines curling up, "time stands still," and then, the man's giving you an odd, focused look that's almost sheepish, "besides, you're in here too, so i can't — y'know."

"you can't what?"

gojo snickers, whistling as he makes a quick, pumping motion over his abdomen, jerking his hand up and down, "you know."

you gape at the white-haired man, the sudden thump-thump of your heart rattling in your chest. it's ringing in your ears, "you're shameless," you mutter, dragging your gaze anywhere but him. the floor, the ceiling of this accursed place, anywhere but the faint amusement painting gojo's face.

"i never skip arm day."

you make a face, a faux-grimace, wondering how on earth you're attracted to this man. a charade and a pretense that you're keeping for yourself, because your neck is burning and heat creeps up your skin like a slow, curling flame. oh, you're a lost cause.

the laughter's melted from gojo's face, and the teasing spark in his eyes has given way to something suddenly more embarrassed, and flushed. expectant even, as there's a dusting of pink suddenly mottled on his cheekbones.

your gaze drops to his lap, mouth going a tad dry at the sudden, thick curve straining against his pants, "oh, y'serious. i mean, really, now? here?"

gojo scrambles backwards suddenly, folding his long legs beneath him like a panicked deer caught in the headlights, "hey. okay, wait! 'm stuck in here w'you and you're always looking so pretty and — don't make that face, hear me out." his ears are tipped with pink, just as obvious as the flush climbing up his neck, "and you're sitting so close, what am i meant to do? 'm only a simple man, sweetheart."

you swallow, as though there's a rough cotton ball caught in your throat, "this is really how you wanna' pass the time? i mean, we got eternity in here."

gojo's lips curl up again, maddening and cocky, as though he already knows the crass scenarios passing through your head, but theres a softer flash of vulnerability in his eyes. his gaze drops to your mouth, darkening with an expression that you've never seen on him before, "who's gonna know?"

your resolve snaps, and with it, all thoughts of the outside world. fuck it.

you're clambering forward, a sudden urge of want pushing you into his wide lap. not even giving him a chance to jest, and tease, or to say one more insufferable thing. your hands balance on gojo's broad shoulders for balance, pressing your mouth to his.

it's firm and certain, tasting the heat of his surprise and the faintest laugh that dies between you. you can taste something else as well, like cool and sweet mint. and blood, still hot and rearing from earlier fights.

gojo makes a muffled sound, somewhere between a gasp and a heady groan, and his hands suddenly come alive, rough palms sliding around your waist, pulling you so much closer. like he's holding a dream that might still disappear.

"heh, someone's just as needy," gojo murmurs, teeth grazing against the hot shell of your ear. the large expanse of his palm grazes at your chest, and a moan falls from your lips, arching your back into his touch, "s-shut up. i wasn't the one who h-had their legs spread, waiting for someone to climb on."

your groan leads gojo to make a sound like he's been wounded, desperate and tight against your skin. glossy mouth pressing at the curve of your throat, as fangs nip into the thin skin. leaving marks, this you know. cool hands slide under the hem of your own uniform, brushing gently over bare skin as his lips continue to chase your own.

sucking, and nipping at wherever his teeth can find, gojo's tugging at your top, pulling it off so you have little choice but to curl into him from the cold. chilled air hitting your bare skin, as he laughs, "aw, cold got to ya', eh? 's not to worry, i'll keep you nice and warm."

blue eyes that glow practically trained on the soft swell of your chest, reverent as though he had all the time in the world to take you in. which, at this point, gojo did. slicked lips pressing a gentle kiss to your cupped chest, white strands of hair falling over his face as he buries himself in, "i can take this off, right?" voice raspier, like rock against stone, in a lower register than you've ever heard it.

"wan' you too," you rock your hips sharper this time, more insistent, agains the hard bulge straining against his pants, "no-one's gonna' see, right?"

gojo's fingers deftly unclasp the hook, "hah, if they do, i'd rip their eyes out, can't have anyone else lookin' at m'girl like that," the strongest sorcerer in the world's gently peeling the fabric away. leaning in to kiss you again as though he's entirely drunk on the taste of you, and only you.

pale lips curling around your pert bud, hands softly pawing at your breasts as you gasp, and writhe, suddenly far more sensitive with each second that passes of gojo's attentive ministrations, "s-satoru, 'm feeling so —"

"so, what?" gojo grins, sucking a violet bruise right over your breasts, white lashes fluttering up to look at you, "yer' looking just as ruined as me, pretty."

"take them off," it's more of an order on your end, but gojo complies and he seems to know exactly what you want, exactly what you're talking about, as his hands dip to the waistband of your pants, long fingers pushing over your hips to centre themselves right where you're getting desperate for him.

"i've got ya', just carefully, yeah, lean back," he's flipping the two of you over, so he's leaning over you now, gently resting you on your discarded jacket, "heh, 'm just gonna' — yeah, there we go," hands pulling at your pants until he's tugged them off you, and gojo's eyes are wide at the sight of your drenched panties.

if you thought gojo satoru looked needy and whiny before, nothing prepares you for the sight of him gnawing at his glossy lower lip, eyes aglow as he seems to shudder, "wan' me to put the blindfold on ya', sweetheart? think we could have a lotta' fun like that, only if that's what y'want."

you eye the black silk that he discarded and tossed at you, not so long ago, pawing and reaching for it as gojo chuckles, "ohh, atta' girl, y'not gonna' need to do anything, but just lay back and use ya' words."

the snowy-haired man's surprisingly soft with it, pressing a tender kiss to your waiting lips, as he loops the fold over your eyes, obscuring your vision, "gojo's right here for ya', just relax."

you can hear the sharp hitch rock his breath, his hand mildly pressed onto your thighs as he gently nudges your thighs apart, and you can feel the chill of the air sting at your hot, sopping folds.

"s-so pretty," the strongest is slurring his words, "yer' practically dripping onto my hand and i've barely touched her. barely even gotten a good, fuck, a good taste."

"i know we're meant'ta be getting outta' this place," gojo murmurs, breath hot against your slicked panties, "but i really would lose my mind if i didn't get to do this first."

'this' being gojo pressing a quick kiss to the soaked fabric, and you can feel him smile against your thigh as you whine at the sensation, with each movement being so much more electric and heightened with the blindfold covering your vision.

"heyyy," gojo mutters, feeling at your thighs clench and kick, "no need to get antsy, 'm right here." tongue ghosting and teasing at your cunt again, "pretty thing, isn't she?"

rrrrrrip!

the way gojo's been pawing at you, you should have guessed that he was forgetting that the prison realm did not have an unlimited supply of undergarments, and that damp and muffled screech all but confirms it. he's torn your panties off, and you can't see where he's got them now.

but you can guess. for you can hear laboured breathing, and whiny praises falling from gojo's lips, and the sound of a buckle being undone. gojo's leaning back up to kiss you now, to nip and suckle at your lower lip while his hand tugs continuously at something. you can't see it, but you can feel the heavy, fat tip prod at your thighs. the sound of damp fabric being slapped against skin, plap over and over again.

"hahh, i don't think ya' know jus' how much i've wanted this, pretty," gojo breathes into your mouth, the other hand coming up to curl at the nape of your neck, loving even, "can ya' spread 'em a bit wider for me? that's it, just let me through."

he's now slotted between your thighs, large palms spreading you open as you can feel your panties still looped and dangling around his wrist, like the most lewd, keepsake cuff.

"satoru, wan' you to just — oh! oh, fuck!"

gojo's already dived right in, as though you were his last meal, swiping a tongue in quick stripes over your drooling cunt. starting near your glistening entrance, slowly climbing his way to the top where he presses gentle nips at your clit.

every single legible thought in your mind turns to a glorious mush, a senseless babble quickly falling from your lips as your hands shoot out, desperate for something to hold onto. finding the nape of gojo's neck, and curling your fingers into his pale hair as he licks at your soaked heat.

thick fingers are bruising at your hips, hooked and deeply pressed into your flesh, all the while gojo's practically making out with your cunt, primal and nasty. it's messy, absurdly so, and you can feel hot thwacks! of slick flying out against your thighs. you can only imagine how it's painting gojo's face, rendering him pussydrunk and so glossy and pretty.

"sweetheart, you're so sweet, ya' know that, right? so fuckin' sweet, heh, i mean, you don't even know how i've been dreaming of this, but now that you're here," gojo thumbs at your cunt, pushing slick-tacked folds apart to view his handiwork, "all spread so pretty for me, who woulda' thought?"

"m-more, please," you're practically mewling, jolting at the sensation of each sticky kiss that gojo plants on you, "more, fuck."

you can hear the crude smile in gojo's tone as he spits a thick glob onto your cunt, "what's the magic word, pretty?"

you don't even care to think, to pull a coherent sentence or plea from your mouth as he picks up the pace, "i d-don't know, satoru! but, god, fuck, fuck, please 'toru, i jus' —"

his grip on your hips tightens, "what?" a cutting, sharp sound as though he's been struck dumb, "what'd ya' just say, sweetheart?"

you don't even know how to form syllables now, such is the effect of gojo munching at your slick heat, "wanted more? huh, 'toru?" grinding your cunt against his face, rocking your hips sharply so you can feel the beakish point of his nose brush against your clit.

"toru, ya' called me," and you can hear the desperation and want painting gojo's words, drawing his voice out into a whine, "never thought hearing that from your lips would fuck w'me so much."

safe to say that gojo satoru would have a hard time letting go of you ever again. wind, hail, fire or prison realm — the strongest was going to have his way with you. his pretty girl, all spread pretty and dewy for him to feast on.

gojo's fingers are long, splitting you open as he begins to slide the digits right up into you. scissoring you open at a bullying pace, so you can only cry and squirm from where you are, "faster, f-fuck, your mouth too, 'toru!"

"whatever ya' want from me, 'm all yours to give," gojo murmurs, pressing a soft bite into the fat of your thighs, pushing his tongue into your entrance too, teasing at the outer edges of your gummy walls, "s'so tight, and 'm only using m'hands and this mouth," the tip of the muscle being sucked in by your pretty, sopping folds.

two lengthy fingers still pushing through your walls, exploring every crevice and sticky orifice that he can find, before rough pads brush past a spot that makes you scream, "oouh, m'girl's sensitive there?"

"s-satoru," you try to take in heavy swathes of air into your lungs, feeling much of the world fall away as gojo's nose grinds at your clit, each brush making you jerk your hips up and up, till you're seeing stars.

and oh, you're definitely seeing the whole damn night sky like this. you don't know what it is that he's doing, that sharp buzz faintly running in your ears, that faint crackle of energy that makes you jolt, but you can guess, "hah, 's not fair, using j-jujutsu, 'm gonna cum, m'really gonna cum!"

"now," it's a command, and you can hear it in gojo's ruined tone, that he needs to see you fall apart like this, needs to taste your release on his tongue and you writhe, as tears prick at your lashes underneath the blindfold, your orgasm washing over you in pulsing waves that leave you limp and boneless.

gojo's hands are trailing up again, leaning upwards to gently pull the blindfold from your eyes, and oh, what a sight! the white-haired man looks breathless, as though the air has been stolen away from him. eyes glowing with running cursed energy, a bright light in the dark that has your thighs clenching at how feral he looks. glossy lips dripping syrup over his chin, and how utterly pleased he looks.

"thereee you are," gojo murmurs, pressing his lips hotly to your own, "can ya' taste how sweet y'are?" each sticky kiss leaving you dizzy, but not as giddy as you feel when your eyes drop lower.

your panties still wrapped around his wrist, uniform sleeve pushed up so you can see where your slick has dampened the pale dusting of hair on his arm. and there, well, eyes on the prize as they say.

he's bigger than anyone else that you've ever seen. it seems fitting that gojo satoru's cock is just as girthy, and beefy as he is. curling upwards in a thick shaft that's kissing wet smears of fluid over his jacket, staining it.

"that's not gonna' fit," the only logical thing you can say right now, eyeing the pink, swollen head of his cock and how it glows.

the sorcerer's tilting his head, "we can make it fit," hand reaching out to run gentle strokes across your knuckle, "we got allll the time in the world to make it fit, don't we? and, heh, i don't think our audience really minds, do ya'?"

you scowl at the reminder of the clattering skulls still chittering away, mindlessly thrumming in the walls of this stupid cube. but you're never one to complain when faced with a site such as this, gojo wrapping long fingers against his cock to glide the head through your syrupy folds. the wide, throbbing head snagging at the sopping walls of your entrance. all while you pull him in closer, nails already beginning to tear lightly at his back.

"kiss m-me, 'toru."

gojo looks up from where he seems mesmerised, taken by the sight of your glossy folds seem to welcome his cock's touch, "what was that, sweetheart?"

"kiss me," you gasp, feeling him press further against you, the tip running circles right over your clit, "when ya' put it in, please."

despite the fact that he was previously nose-deep in your cunt, not five minutes ago, and the fact that he's been pawing your clothes off in a cursed prison realm with no shame, now it seems like you've truly stumped the man. rendered him speechless and flushed, as he ducks his head into the crook of your neck.

"awh," gojo murmurs, "pretty girl wants me kissin' her, fuck, ya' don't know what you're asking. or how much y'ruin me," he's taking your mouth into a heart stopping kiss, searing before he breaks away to press light pecks to the corner of your mouth, "hold on, biiig stretch for m'now, but i've got ya', just — ohhh."

gojo feels his own thoughts dissipate as he's pushing into your cunt. every previous subconscious worry of what on earth he had gotten himself (and you, when that fuck-ass clone showed up on the train platform) falling away as he's left with only you. just you, and this maddening cunt that he's ready to call home. forever.

"s-s-so tight," the strongest stutters, "fuck" his hands already pulling at your thighs to spread them wider, so he can bully more hot inches in, just so he can hear the smack! of skin against skin.

you're squealing, digging sharp tips of your nails into faint lines that are definitely gonna' paint his back, "eeh, it's b-big, 'toru." it feels like he's truly split you open, and well, fuck, you'd be lying if you said that you weren't pleased at how you finally got the strongest sorcerer spitting cuntstruck praises into your mouth.

you whimper, the sound falling softly from you as he bottoms out, and chuckles, swiping a slick thumb over your chin, "see? we really did it together, heh," like he's awarding you some participation in a teamwork exercise, "i'm all up in ya' and her," he's patting at your abdomen, right where you know there's a soft divot, a bulge that curls upwards.

the thick, hot tip of his cock pressing messy kisses to your inner walls, throbbing and pulsing. each vein bulging within you, "y'gonna cum in me, right, 'toru? gonna' finish right in —"

gojo stares at you, bewildered for a split second, like you've truly shocked him. blue eyes wide and expressionless for a second, before something far more pained crosses his face, tongue poking out of red, kiss-bitten lips.

"satoru?"

the strongest sorcerer snaps, pushing himself upwards, and dragging you up along side him, rough palms coming up to tug at your thighs, your calves. pulling them over his shoulders, a reverent kiss pressed to your ankle as gojo snarls, "ya' got no idea, do ya'? talkin' out of your slutty cunt, not even knowin' what you're doin' to me? huh?

gojo's now pressing down into you, with such force that it makes your thighs ache and smart, but you can't even bring yourself to care. practically folded in half neatly in a brutal mating press as his cock rummages inside you at a snappish, crazed pace. as though he's desperate to find where he can push into you the most, to have the leaky head kiss at the entrance of your womb.

and oh, gojo's enjoying the view. thinking that he's content with being faced with the bounce, and jolt of your chest against his, the way that your lips part and flutter around each muffled whine and cry of his name. the hazy glimmer that falls over your cockdrunk expression, like he's the only one for you. his own thighs ripple and bulge with each snap, cock pulsing into the depths of your core. kissing your cervix over and over in pleasurable stings.

"sweetheart, fuck," gojo's gasping, tugging at your lips. you don't miss crystalline droplets pooling on the edges of long, white lashes. the shuddering breaths that he takes into his lungs as you've practically snatched his mind and rationality away with the tight heat of your cunt, "n-never felt like this before. ya' drivin' me mad. fuck, fuck, oh, this pussy was jus' made for me, hah."

in the dim glow of this accursed place, the sheen of his eyes seems all the more intense. storm clouds gathering and parting all at once, striking electric sparks that leave you breathless. he's moving at a pace so feral that you can feel tight, heavy balls smack against your ass. desperate to empty themselves into you, just as you had begged.

"gonna' cum, pretty," gojo whines into your panting mouth, eyes fluttering shut as a tear or two streaks away from his waterline, "jus' snatching me so fuckin' tight."

you hammer your hips up to meet his, to feel that delicious tack of his sticky groin against yours, every kiss of pre-cum glistening in your cunt, "don't miss."

"when have i ever m — ohhh, fuck. fuck, 'm -"

yeah. you don't let him finish. clenching around him tight enough just to remind him who's got who wrapped around their finger. sending gojo hurtling towards a heart shattering climax, pumping every divot of your drooling pussy with shades of white and cream. endless streams of milky, translucent seed making its home deep within you. all while you cry out, harshly digging into his back and pulling the strands of his silver-streaked undercut.

"takin' it all, 'm pumping you s'full, sweetheart," gojo whines, mewling as he slaps a hand between you two, roughly pawing at your thigh to push your leg higher up with one hand, giving him enough space to rub tight, tremouring circles over your clit. slapping and sloshing the mess around even more as your mouth falls open.

he's still shooting into you, and you don't have to look down to predict the sticky, glossy mess that must be painted over your cunt now. right where gojo's hand must be dripping in your release, making you sink your teeth into the side of his neck. stars streaking across your vision as all goes black momentarily, but he doesn't let up on your poor, throbbing clit.

"hah, 'm so full, satoru," you groan out, pressing a limp hand to the bulge right over your groin, right where gojo's eyes are trained, his cock still sputtering out the desperate release of his cum into you, and the white-haired man moans. loud, like you've truly undone him.

the overstimulated sting is giving way to another shattering, sharp climax that washes over you once more, as quickly as it came, leaving your heart thumping and your lungs weak, locking your ankles once more around gojo's neck, wresting on his shoulders.

you limply paw at his jacket, tugging at the stiff collar as gojo sighs, content like a cat that's finally been able to bask in the sun, "feelin' more alert now, huh? got any fresh ideas on how to break this thing?"

gojo gives you a lazy, droopy look. eyes half-lidded as he barks a faint, incredulous laugh, "fucked any smart thoughts right outta' me, sweetheart. besides," and now he's flipping the two of you around again, so you're perched once more in his lap.

smacking and squelching in the pooling mess of your shared release, as gojo grunts, lifting the jacket from his torso. revealing an expanse of delicious washboard abs, and mouth-watering, flushed pectorals, "i don't think we're runnin' outta' time here, may as well make the most of it."

ᥫ᭡. synopsis : overstimulation with gojo has him unexpectedly proposing to you.

tags : smut, p in v, overstimulation, belly bulge, marking ( scratching & hickeys), slight edging, fluff at the end..?, cursing, dirty talk, all lowercase intended, not proofread !

a/n : the long awaited gojo drabble 🌚!

“ nahhh, don’t do that,” satoru tuts disapprovingly, above your cock-drunk state, while having your body folded in the most meanest mating press. his hand presses down on your stomach bulging with his dick print, making you sensitively aware of every inch of him ruthlessly thrusting into you— although your beyond fucked out at this point. “ keep those pretty eyes on me, baby.”

he can’t control how his dick twitches inside of you at your submissive situation. you look past breathtaking, staying compliant as you let him have his way with you for the nth time this night. you’re so fucking tight— satoru can’t tell if he’s being dramatic or if you’re trying to cut off all circulation from his lower body.

you cry, gripping at his muscled back desperately as you feel the bulbous head of his cock make out with your cervix sweetly. “ satoru— you’re so b-big, fuck! can’t take it n’more. . .”

“ ngh, y-yeah?” he’s cut off from his own sentence when he thrusts further into you, his cock mapping out every inch and beyond of your suffocating heat.

“ can’t take it? i can’t tell from how yer’ greedy pussy is cryin’ for more of me,” clouded cerulean eyes travels back down to your belly, and how his hefty size noticeably protrudes from within your inner walls.

his calloused hand that’s already displayed on the bulge creeps down lower, where he rolls enthusiastic, tight circles on your already cum-covered clit, from the previous rounds. “ hmm, let your pussy do the talking from now on, since she’s the only one telling me the truth,” he sharply grins to himself, watching your accommodating body react to the sudden stimulation, before it’s washed away with a hungry mewl from his lips as your cunt impossibly invites him in deeper.

the environment in your shared bedroom was lustfully humid, and filled with the obscene sounds of skin on skin slapping, and combined seductive moans like a melody. despite your weakened state from the previous onslaught of orgasms before— your mouth waters with dangerous anticipation. achingly, longing for another sweet release of the night.

satoru’s vision shifts to the frothy ring of your joint releases, clinging around the base of his cock alluringly. “ shit baby, i was g’na propose to you first, but it seems you’re pussy beat me to it, heh.” he knew you were going to ignore his drunken secret-confession, given that every time he’s overstimulated, he always makes childish promises to marry your pussy as he fucks himself into you near the brink of unconsciousness. but you don’t have a clue of how serious he is right now.

your effort to hold onto him evident as the skin on his back is painted a burning red as a result of your harsh scraping. you feel his muscles twitch under your nails as you inflict light, cat like scratches beautifully down his back.

“ s-shit,” his hips stutters while his lips suck drastic hickeys on the expanse of your neck— marks that scream his name, scream that you’re all his. “ marry me, marry me p-please,” the thumb on your clit speeds as if he’s focusing his impatient anticipation on your puffy clit.

“ you’re not s-serious,” you whine underneath him, raking your nails deeper into his skin and following the dipping curve of his back. “ jus’ saying it cause you’re pussydrunk, toru,”

“ fuck— ‘m not, s-swear. have the ring picked out, suits you the best,” his feverish kisses return back to your mouth. your orgasm is so close, tightening and building up as your pussy is past the point of broken right now.

your orgasm is so close, you can taste it. one more rock of his hips will surely have you leaking around his imposing length— except, it doesn’t come right away. the delay in pleasure has you glaring at satoru, and him staring right back, all traces of playfulness gone. “ i won’t let you cum until you say you’ll marry me.

you blink, “ are you serious right now, satoru?”

“ dead.” he replies back, quick.

satoru is a spoiled asshole, holding your orgasm over your head until you comply to his stupid proposal that he asks every fuck.

“ i don’t b-believe you right now, you always say that dumb shit when y’re gonna cum,” you try to wiggle your hips for some indication of the excitement from before, but with your straining position and the obvious size difference, it does no avail.

“ well, believe me now ‘cause i’m serious,” the weight of his eyes and words discreetly has you shifting away from him, but nothing goes undetected in the stupid god-like eyes of satoru as he pulls your body back down and presses on the outline of his dick making itself known on your stomach. “ i belong to you, and you belong to me. so why no—“

“ fuck! i fucking do, satoru, just fuck me already!” you cut him off with a shriek, the feeling of your orgasm slipping further from you is absolute torture. nonetheless, he grins, all traces of playfulness coming back while his hips greedily wind up again.

“ thought so baby,” he leans over to capture your lips in a sloppy kiss as the overwhelming sensation of your orgasm builds back up again. “ that didn’t take long at all. admit it, you wouldn’t know what to do without me or my dick, wifey.” satoru’s broad body envelopes your smaller one completely as he slots his entire being against you; finding a new pace to fuck you in recklessly.

“ toruuu, ‘m gonna cum t-toru! ‘s so good, all f’me!” your wall spasms around him, sucking him in and in— before you messily drench his cock in your salacious fluids. your moans grow silent as your draining orgasm flushes over your body. “ oh my— f-fuck,” your nails dig in the surrounding skin of his back when he doesn’t show signs of slowing down. even through his own orgasm, he still manages to deeply hump against your body under him. your combined cum starts to froth, sliding down his thighs and settling on the stained bedsheets.

in your shared aftermath it’s quiet. you enjoy the warmth of his body on top of yours as you come down from your high. you barely realize that he’s reaching over in the bedside drawer to grab the small box that contains the ring to put it on your finger, until you feel it.

“ . . .you were serious, huh?” you smile, stretching your fingers out, adjusting to the new look on your ring finger.

“ about you? always been.” he grabs your hand to kiss the ring.

ok but....thinking about big game hunter!Toji who is only in it for the thrill, stalking his target and catching them off-guard when they least expect it

anyone can shoot a gun, sure it takes some skill to get a clean shot, but him?

he prefers to use his hands, or a weapon with teeth to it, knocking the predator down a notch or two to show who's really at the top of the food chain

a weak little thing like you?

you were the bottom rung, something only good for stepping over

a creature of the forest, a pretty little wood nymph with fluttering lashes and a sheer dress that stuck to your hips just right, riding up your thighs to reveal your cute cunt as you bent over to examine the bark of a tree

and who knows?

maybe he just found his next prey