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gojo pushing our pelvis region making us feel how deep in our guts he is and whispering “this is where your weak spot is, right?”

WOW

cw ; f! reader, size kink, dumbfication, praise, missionary, 18+

gojo‘s staring at you— a breathy pant leaves his lips and he‘s heaving, his mind‘s racing and racing as he‘s staring at you, he‘s been fucking you for hours—

he couldn‘t help it, the way you just gripped and squelched around him drove him to complete and utter insanity. he’s just buried balls deep, his hips were just so mean, smacking and smacking against you until you were seeing straight black and white—

flickers of darkened colors in the very back of your skull.

“don‘t cum on me just yet, pretty,” he groans— his base just thwacking against you, he‘s making your poor legs just twitch and jerk and jolt all against him— his body heat‘s so warm, gojo kept on his black fitted shirt— boxers, sage-colored boxers lazily pulled down near his pelvic bone— it was unintentionally sexy, all for a quick fuck.

“i— i have to—” you whined, feeling yourself grow closer and closer towards your jittery release.

yet that‘s when gojo pauses his hips— stuttering in the process before leaning directly close to you, he was half a thrust in before he pushes his body weight all against your core— reaching a big hand towards your tummy before lightly pressing down on it. “. . . ohhhh,” he hums, a smug grin shining on his lips once he watches you attempt to make him fuck you— and gojo‘s eyes stared down before rubbing a hand right against near that spot before muttering in a near raspy playful tone, “this is where your weak spot is, rightttt?”

“s—satoru— just . . . fuckkk me—” you babbled, and he was such a tease— stuffed in your sweet cunt, one single thrust and you’d be a dumb stuttering mess all over again.

“heheh . . when you talk to me like that, sorry.” he chortles, taking his length out— and you whimper, feeling him start to smother his own cum against your folds—

your soaked throbbing folds, and he starts slapping it against you, making you let off an irritated hiss, and he groans underneath his breath, “talk to me nice, girl.”

“but—”

“. . . oh! well— guess you don‘t want— eh, how do you whine my name again?” and he pauses before changing his voice to mock your tone, “s-satoruuuuu, hehe. don‘t want satoru to make you cum, yeah? well . . that‘s fine by me, princess,” gojo pitches his voice high this time—

raising his eyebrows and that same coy expression grows on his face— he was teasing you, teasing your insides, teasing your pussy.

“p—please,” you spat, the way he just slapped and smacked his swollen pulsating tip against your cunt made you bite your lip—

your heart started to race, grabbing onto his beefy arms and the both of you maintain direct eye contact. he raises an eyebrow as if he‘s telling you to keep talkin’. you mewled a pathetic, “please— make me c-cum . . . satoru—” choking on your own sweetness overload.

“fuckkk— mhm . . that‘s more like it,” he huffs out with a sneer, leaning in to give you a sloppy kiss— instinctively, your frail shaky arms wrapped around his neck as your tongue went and brushed and collided against his—

gojo‘s scattered strands of hair tickled the very skin of your forehead— your breath gets caught in your throat and you gasp, his hips drive into you again—

so deep, you feel like you’re floating. “messy—” he breaks away from the kiss to pepper another near the side of your mouth. “messy fuckin’ baby. that‘s all you are isn‘t it?” and he leans up close to you, watching you moan—

nearly creaming down his shaft before he brings a hand on your head, making you nod before dumbing down his voice, his entire tone lowering and pitching— condescendingly,

“. . . oh, i know. my dumb good girl, yeah,”

i bet gojo loves to tease the fuck out of you, he’d probably hold off on putting his cock inside you til you’re shaking and begging, he’d rub his leaky tip all over your clit, hold your thighs closed and fucks them til you’re crying for him to put it inside

wOW

cw: f! reader, unprotected, mean gojo, dirty talk, 18+

gojo staring at you— being so mean by mimicking your pout on his lips, his leaky swollen tip just brushing up against your now neglected folds, he tilts his head before swiping it back and forth against you— making you shiver. “. . . ohhh, what‘s with that look, do you want me to finish?”

you‘re so whiney, just a few seconds ago his sloppy mean hips were just driving and thrusting into you— you were chasing your orgasm that was yet to come before he abruptly pulls out, painting part of the opening of your cunt with spurts of his cum. “p-ple—”

“awww, sorry angel, i don‘t know what that means,” he shrugs, and smiles to himself— seeing you grow frustrated, desperate even, he‘s just swiping his tip that leaked and leaked with such ropes of his seed, it was minimal— yet he just kept swiping his tip against your pussy, so close to just sink inside, yet he pulls it back—

then in— over and over and you’re just needy, he finds it cute with the way you try to move your hips but he squeezes your thigh, clicking his tongue. “hey, stop tryin’ to fuck me. i’ll finish when you speak proper sentences.” he grins.

“s—satoru,” you‘d babble, your head goes back as your back‘s laid against the sofa, your thighs ached, embarrassingly enough— your mouth starts to water from the inside, just imagining gojo finishing inside—

swallowing up his warmth with your pussy, it made a moan leave your lips and he only chuckles.

“yes baby,” he‘d coo— and now, he starts to smack his tip against your slick wet entrance, you start whining once he uses a rough hand to spread open your folds a bit—

teasingly rubbing a thumb against your throbbing clit before moving his fat leaky tip against it to watch your eyes roll back in pure want— just your lewd facial expressions alone were enough to turn him on. “ooooh, i know, girl . . like that don‘t you?”

the pout never leaves your face— your hips just stuttered from underneath him, and gojo’s staring at you, panting a bit, muscles tensing and contracting through his tight fitted tank, strands of his white hair raced down his eyes and he hums cockily— “if you just talk to me without stuttering, i‘ll give you what i want.”

there was such smugness in his tone— you weren’t even looking at him but could feel the haughty sneer that spreads against his glossed pink lips.

“. . i—”

“. . you—” he fake pouts, eyebrows furrowing playfully, awaiting your answer, and he moves his cock‘s attention towards your plush thighs, a near purr leaves his lips as he‘s just throbbing— his tip was a bright splotch of pink mixed with his cum that started to run near the sides—

a few slim veins coated down his shaft, his base with a few white colored specks of bodily hair before he dramatically sighs. “maybe you don‘t want me to finish. can’t even talk right. what a shame. and i was looking forward to ruining this sloppy pussy for a little while longer, hmpf.”

you wish you could have smacked him— his entire voice dripped with such condescending arrogance, he was cocky—

yet knew you wanted him to just fuck you, he’s wasting so much time it makes you dizzy. “just fuck me, satoru.” you glared— yet a mere whimper escapes your throat shortly afterwards.

“nuh-uh lose the fucking attitude,” he teases, and the way he makes his voice purposely lower makes your pathetic cunt twitch— he‘s wriggling his eyebrows as he speaks, before he brings a rude spank to your cunt, making your body react in such desire and crave for more—

you jolt a bit in such pleasure as your thighs nearly squeeze together. “pretty please fuck me satoru,” and then he pauses to swipe a tongue seductively across his lips. “or you’re not gonna get shit from me with a slick mouth like that, heheh sorry.”

so annoying— you bit down on your lip as he shares such intimate eye contact with you, and you’re breathing under your nose before you finally speak, sounding way too needy for your own good, “um . . please— pretty please fuck me, satoru.”

“good girl,” he praises, leaning in to kiss you but stops— and you whine once he pauses, only to feel him suddenly slip inside, he stretched you instantly and you gasp, a mewl leaving your lips once your arms wrap around him—

and like that he’s balls deep again, having your thighs a mess with own cum, before he drags a tongue against your neck. “fuckkk, now— lets see how quick i can make you cum before you get all stupid on me again, princess.”

Gojo Satoru being so horny he fucked you in every position he can come up with until you are sore and sticky with cum☺️

a/n: 😞😞😞

cw: f! reader, implied breeding kink, manhandling, 18+

gojo coming home from work to his pretty housewife, you— he‘s had a long day and he’s so exhausted, he missed you, he‘s been thinking about you all day. you‘d be in the kitchen before walking to greet him towards the door with a soft smile.

“hi satoru baby, how was wor—”

but he immediately cuts you off, tossing his bag against the floor, bringing you into a deep and needy kiss. you were taken aback— yet returner the kiss, only before gojo lifts you up, making his way towards the bedroom.

you gasped, your legs locking around his waist as he walked— not breaking his lips from yours, he tastes so sweet, you could almost make out a taste of some sweetened drink,

you moaned once his hands trailed towards your ass, giving it a good squeeze, just loving how you were in nothing but a cute nightgown.

no panties underneath either, just how he liked.

“. . . s—satoru,” you gasped, nails digging into his back, as of now he‘s currently in mating press— fucking you deep and deep, his thick cock pounding into you aa your legs just raised up as his weight bounces against you. the bed shakes and shakes and you whimper— feeling him balls deep. “f—fuckfuckfuck.”

“baby— cumming— again,” he huffs out in short hitched breaths, before you feel his hips stutter, gojo pours another thick load into your tight squeezing cunt, gripping all around him so tight,

he moans, his eyebrows furrowing and parting together before he leans in, muffling his moans while softly biting against your neck in attempts to suppress his near whiney moans. “. . . uh—” he grunts, pumping you full of his stringy ropes of seed.

“m' so full, satoru,” you whimpered, wrapping your arms around his neck. gojo smells so good, he‘s just inches deep— feeling his own cum start to trickle and ooze all out,

each time he releases a load, it‘s a lot, it’s so much to where it starts to run down your thighs— yet gojo frowns, making an attempt to fuck his hot sticky seed back into your pussy, the needy pout on his face never leaving. “y—you‘re stuffing m-my pussy, satoru,”

he whines, leaning in to kiss you again— his hips slowed once he came but he started back up again,

barely giving you a moment to prepare yourself before he’s ramming his cock deep between your folds, mouth the opening and a bit of drool leaving the sides of your mouth from the lewd way your tongue was just lolled out.

“i know— but baby, i have to,” he mutters in a shaky voice, despite his pitch being a bit deepened.

his hips just smacked against you, over and over, each load you take was like it was heftier than the last.

“couldn‘t help myself when i came home to you in this pretty nightgown— ass all out just for me,” he huffs, fucking you so deep into the bed that you had to grip onto his arms. “had to fuck you as soon as i came back home— missed my favorite pussy s‘baddddd.”

gojo goes on for hours, and hours, and hours.

just stuffing, pumping you full of his cum, over and over again— it makes his mouth water, salivate—

he just loves the way when he‘s about to give you another load, his hips always pause, and he gets quiet, putting a hand over your mouth while staring at you with a hungry gaze.

“mhm— listen to it, baby,”

he says in a quiet voice, not thrusting anymore yet he‘s filling you full again, balls buried deep to the hilt—

and you grow quiet, your moans stop before you listen to it, hearing gojo‘s cum spurt inside your cunt, it’s so much, the way your pussy squelched as it takes him with open arms— or in this case, open folds.

“you look so cute with your tummy all plump and full for me, a-angel,” he rasps, removing his hand before peppering your face with kisses. “can‘t get enough of bein' inside you— so good. pussy jus’ holdin' me h-hostage . . ”

moan after moan— load after load, you’re so full, you can’t even grasp how much he‘s given you of his seed, by this point you’ve lost count.

so many positions, your pussy was just being flooded by gojo‘s thick cum— just stuffing and stuffing you, you’re so dizzy,

just sprawled out on the bed all pretty, his fat tip kissing and kissing, french kissing even against your g-spot, lip locked it seemed and you whimpered—

his back covered with so many scratch marks by you— it‘s pretty in a way.

he can’t wait to look at it later.