Thinking About Choso And The Succubus That Just Won’t Leave Him Alone :((

Rude Boy~

Pairing: Mean!Gojo x Reader

Warnings: Bondage, Petnames (Princess, Baby), Squirting, Overstim, Creampie, Dacryphilia

MINORS/AGELESS ACC DNI

Viewer discretion is advised.

Mean!Gojo who's a pleasure dom, so he'll tie you down before sex to ensure you take all he gives you. He'll talk you into it so sweetly, whisper away any apprehensions as he carefully ties the silk ribbons to your headboard and wrists, after all Christmas is right around the corner. He has to bite the inside of his cheek to keep from groaning at the sight of his pretty little lady all bare and laid out for him like a gift.

Mean!Gojo who's so sweet the first few rounds, strokes slow and loving his mouth only leaving yours to praise you for being so good for him. Though his words are loaded, meant to further tear at your inhibitions, he means them. The way your body molds so perfectly in his hands, how honeyed your moans are to his ears; he's sure you were made for him and only him. That makes him want to ruin pleasure you even more.

Mean!Gojo who finally lets the charming mask fall away during round five as he becomes more feral, more overstimulated. His pupils dilate as he watches your pretty tits bounce from the impact of his now harsher thrusts. He can feel your velvety walls pulsate around him with every nudge of his tip against your cervix, each plunge causing your already soaked pussy to produce more slick. This causes his real thoughts to come tumbling from his reddened lips.

Mean!Gojo who begins to toy with your clit as you near your nth orgasm to watch you further fall apart. "Look how weepy she is, princess~.", he groans out as he continues to grind his pelvis into yours, "Won't be long before she's full on crying for me.". He isn't wrong, within moments your back is arching off the bed as you cum hard. He watches in pride and awe as you squirt, his fingers on your bud quickening to draw more from you. He coos at your weak attempts to free yourself from the expertly tied ribbons, even going as far as to drag you back onto his cock when you manage to pull away further up the bed. "Don't run from me, baby, it'll only make me harder.", he moans as he feels his balls tighten.

Mean!Gojo who chases after his orgasm as soon as he feels it coming, not caring how you sob and beg for him to slow down. Your pleas only spur him on, your cries of sensitivity drawing kittenish whimpers from the large man basically pinning you down and having his way with you. He pants harder as your walls flutter around him, a sign that you're not too far behind him as he draws closer to cumming. Finally, his hips falter in their rhythm as he paints your insides white, his mouth on yours to swallow the loud, gasping moans you make as you cum as well.

Mean!Gojo who huffs when you finally separate, swiping away the thin line of saliva connecting you to him with his thumb, he carefully unties the ribbons and pulls you into him. He chuckles as you weakly push at his chest, complaining about him being too rough, as you settle into arms and let your eyes flutter shut. He, too, allows himself to to doze off knowing you wouldn't have him any other way.

Hellooo!~ I have a spicy 🌶️ gojo satoru x f!reader oneshot request 🙏

Story starts with Satoru feeling weirdly hot after he got hit with something after fight with a curse spirit so he went straight home to reader. Only to feel his inside burns and him to have the urge to just destroy reader's hoo haa when he saw reader who just got out from the shower ( water still dripping down her body for extra smexy moment for satoru 👌 ) and he did 😇 I imagine him stripping himself harshly and breathing heavily while give reader a very needy mwah mwah and also whimpering

A needy gojo satoru is what I need for valentines lord author

I am on my knees begging

Dear Reader, did you just come into my ask box and ask me to write about Gojo going into a sudden heat? Like, ABO dynamics style?

Reader I love you.

Now Presenting...

Starring a very desperate Satoru Gojo

“Fuck.” Gojo thought as he exited the cursed building. “That was fucking weird.” He knew he was in for a doozy when he was specifically called in to take care of this curse, even more so when they refused to tell him exactly what he was dealing with. He wasn’t worried though, not until he walked into the fight just to be immediately hit in the face with some sort of powder(?) that the curse was excreting. He didn’t notice it during the fight, but now that he was on the other side…

He realized he needed to get home. “Gojo!” Kiyotaka, the driver, yelled to him, “did you get it taken care of?”

“Yep!” Gojo smiled, trying to keep his head on straight and limit suspicion. “Hey, that fight took a lot out of me. I’m going to head home, ‘kay? Let Yaga know for me.” Kiyotaka nodded as Gojo spoke, getting a good look at him.

“You do look red…are you ok?” He asked, concern lacing his voice. Gojo didn’t have time for it.

“I’m fine, I promise.” He assured Kiyotaka, already setting the teleportation path. He could feel sparks going off in his veins, threatening to start a fire. 

“Do you want a ride-?”

“No.” Satoru said, and before he even fully realized it, he was standing on the steps in front of your shared home. Things were, for lack of a better word, heating up. His blood felt like sulfur and the only thought he could focus on was of you. He felt like he was going to be torn apart from the inside out if he didn’t have you at that very moment. 

“Hey, Y/n, I’m home.” He called for you as he rushed into your shared home. He was desperate to feel you. 

“Satoru?” You asked as you stepped out of the bathroom, wrapped in a towel and still drying your hair. Gojo thought he was going to explode. “You’re home early.” You noted.

“God you’re fucking gorgeous..” Gojo muttered, feeling himself start to burn apart at his seams. 

“‘Toru?” You asked, worry for him evident in your voice as you approached him, “Are you ok? You look feverish..” you said, reaching out to feel for a fever. He grabbed you instead, pulling you close to him and pulling you into a desperate kiss. You yelped softly into the kiss, shocked by his desperation, before you melted into him. You wrapped your arms around his neck and he pulled you closer than what seemed possible. You were right by the way, he was feverish.

“Fuck Y/n..” He whimpered, pulling away only to rip his shirt off. It was getting too hot anyway. “I need you.” He whined, pulling you close yet again and burning his face in your neck, marking any skin he could. You moaned softly, tugging lightly at his fluffy hair. You may not have been under the exact same spell as your loving boyfriend, but he always had an effect on you no one else ever had.

“I need you too.” you muttered softly. That was all he needed. He picked you up and you instinctively wrapped your legs around him. He attached his mouth to your neck, marking again over bruises he already left. He carried you to the room. You dropped your towels as he placed you on the bed, moving to kiss down your body. You moaned out his name, tangling your fingers into his hair as he kissed your shoulders, your chest, your stomach, your hips, and finally the place that you had needed him the most. And the place that He wanted to be the most.

Gojo wasted no time with teasing. The burning in his head and skin wouldn’t let him. He immediately went to your clit, sending fire throughout your own veins. “Fuck, ‘Toru..” You moaned, pulling at his fluffy hair as he held your bucking hips in place. You needed more, he indeed more. He slid two of his fingers into your weeping cunt, delicately preparing you for him. You had just begun to see stars when he pulled back.

“Fuck, Y/n,” He groaned as he struggled to rip his pants off. You could see his cock straining against his pants and it made both embarrassment and excitement bubble up inside of you. “I need you now.” Gojo whined, wasting no time in pulling you to him and pushing inside your dripping pussy. While you moaned at the feeling of him stretching you apart, he whimpered at the relief. 

He wasted no time in setting a brutal pace, making you feel like you were coming apart at the seams as he fucked you ruthlessly. A string of praise fell from his lips as he destroyed your pussy, molding it to his cock like he owned it. As far as he was concerned he did. You didn’t hear any of it though, you were too lost in the euphoria he was drowning  you in.

Gojo knew he was close to coming undone, and he’d be damned if he was cumming without you. His hand slid down to give your clit some much needed attention, and all at once it makes a world of difference. 

“Fuck, Satoru!” You moaned out, your nails leaving crescent moon cuts in his shoulders. A tsunami of fire and dopamine stirred inside you, crashing and thrashing, pulling you under until finally you snapped. Your body felt like it was ablaze as electricity and pleasure coursed through you in harsh waves. 

Gojo wasn’t far behind, your climax bringing on his own. Relief finally washed over him and he finally didn’t feel like he was burning alive anymore as he fucked you both through your respective highs, breathing had and all but collapsing next to you as you both finally came down. He pulled you close to him, kissing your forehead. “I love you..” He sighed.

“I love you too” You assured him, smiling up at him as best as you could. “So how was work?”

thinking about husband!satoru and how much he loves his wife☹️ bro BREATHES nothing but love for the person he married.

husband!satoru wakes up every morning just to leave kisses all over your face, mainly to wake you up but also because he loves the smile that spreads across those pretty lips of yours—the lips he then kisses despite your complaints that it's too early for all this energy.

he's probably too lazy to make breakfast in bed but he IS the type to drag you along to get some in the early morning. he craves adventure with you, craves to enjoy life itself with you. if you're not up for something, that's okay, he'll figure something else out with you, if you're willing.

he's the clingiest sleeper EVER. its either his arm or his leg that's draped over you—or both. sometimes it's his entire body smothering you like a weighted blanket. even in sleep he craves contact with you; at this point his love for you is written in his dna, it's in the way his heart beats, in the way he breathes. he swears your beauty is so deeply imprinted in his soul that even if he lost his sight, you'd be the only thing he could ever see.

he isn't afraid to let everyone know these things, either. he's never been shy, so why start with you? after all, how could anyone be ashamed to love someone like you?

choso didn't mean to; it just happened. he couldn't help that he found you crying to be very sexy, his dick pressed up against the fabric of his pants and his face painted a faint pink.

that was the first time he saw you cry and didn't want to make it the last; instead of you being miserable and crying, he wanted to see you so overwhelmed with pleasure that your body had no choice but to produce tears as he fucked you.

you were sensitive; choso was going to use that to his advantage.

every-time he fucked you, that's all he wanted to see. just a little tear, that's all he wanted, just a glistening droplet to roll down your face; he'll be satisfied, but he never was.

once there was one, he wanted another, and another, until there were streams, and you were full on sobbing.

laying you on your stomach and lifting your ass up, the position that got you overstimulated fast.

your back pressed against his chest and his hand around your neck, squeezing it every so gently every time he pushed into you.

choso's eyes locked onto you, looking at your face and into your red eyes, more tears sliding out.

he didn't know what it was, where the thrill factor was in seeing you moan and cry while he was inside of you, but he loved it; no, he lived for it.

choso lived for the fact that he was the one controlling your crying, one extra stroke and you'll be full-on crying. he did that, not some other asshole.

he wanted to be the reason you cried, and not because he hurt you, but because he was making you feel good.

seeing you choke up on your tears while he squeezed your neck, pushing his dick deeper into you, is what got his heart going and what made his dick double in size.

even when you were sucking his dick, all he wanted was for you to cry while doing it. sobbing around his dick while you choked on it, and his eyes locked in on your teary ones.

"deeper... deeper." groaning while pushing your head down more, gagging as tears roll down your face, like clockwork he came, cum shooting down your throat.

wiping your tears away just to do it again.

idk i just think nanami would be the best partner out of all the jjk men. he’s so attentive!! he’s such a good communicator too <3

he’s so so sweet… words of affirmation is his love language!! also acts of service!! i can just see him cooking for you after a stressful day and helping you shower when you’re going through a depressive episode…

he’s so gentle and he loves you so much <3

nanami does his best to treat you well.

though he does get busy with work, he’ll always try to make time for you!!

he will NOT let you go to bed angry and will make you sit down so you can have a healthy conversation!! he hates arguments but he knows that they’ll happen sometimes, so he does his best to de-escalate it and talk it through.

he’s definitely protective of you. sometimes it gets annoying cause he’s such a worry wart but you know he means well!!

and he does his best to keep you away from gojo— not cause he’s insecure but because he knows you’d punch him before he could even speak a full sentence!!

dilf!kento thinks it's odd just how hot and bothered you get when he does the most mundane of things.

for example, he'll be getting dressed in the morning: hair mussed and eyes dark from the lack of sleep that parenthood brings. fingers working his belt through the loops in his slacks and fastening the buckle just to be startled by you, having leapt out of bed to drop to your knees before him and suck him off right there in the walk in closet.

or, later on, when he's cleaning up the kitchen after sending the kids off to school, and you walk in to find his sleeves rolled up, humming away to himself as he washes dishes in the sink. of course, the look on his face when he turns to find you already sat on the countertop and beckoning him over is as priceless as it is arousing.

or god forbid he starts paying bills. sitting at the dining table with papers scattered in front of him, pen held in his strong hand as those glasses of his slide down the bridge of his nose. god, he's so pretty when he's concentrated, working with numbers like a whore! he shouldn't be surprised when you weave your way between him and the papers to sit on his lap and start working at hooking him out of his pants. so you can sit on his cock and get your fill.

"keep acting like that, sir, and you're gonna be a daddy again."

he's gruff. tired. so fucking sexy. "i'm going over the credit card statement. did you spend five hundred dollars on—"

"mmm stop talking and fuck another baby into me, ken."

and, because you married the right man, a pair of strong arms are already hoisting you up and carrying you to the bedroom. "as you wish, love."

sleeping beauty. - pt. one

pt. one | pt. two | pt. three

Pairing: Professor!Gojo x Student!Reader

cw: professor x (18+) student

Summary: Professor!Gojo has a crush on his Student!Reader, and he also loves to tease.

Student!Reader; You were notorious for sleeping in, thus, making you constantly run late for your lectures. As you enter the lecture hall 15 minutes late for the third time this week, you were greeted with the familiar singsong of your professor. “Sleeping Beauty has finally graced us!” You glance towards your professor between the loose strands of hair that you barely had time to tame this morning and mumble your apologies, flushing slightly as you realise, he is leaning back on his table, looking at you over his glasses with a wolfish grin. Your eyes fluttered from his face to his chest, where you realised, he was wearing a loose-fitting shirt, his first few buttons undone, exposing his toned chest as he often does. You bit your lip as your scurried to your seat, fighting the urge to keep your eyes on him. God, why did he have to have his shirt sleeves rolled up? You’re a sucker for veiny arms.

Student!Reader; Punishment. It has to be punishment for always being late. Why else would he pick on you so much during class? After asking a broad question, no matter how many hands flew in the air—eager to get their professor’s undivided attention for just a moment, a collective groan is released form your peers as he shouts “Sleeping Beauty! Do you have anything to add?” You flush and shake your head, “N-no, sorry,” you bight your lip nervously, hating the eyes that have turned to you, hating the jealous glares you get from the other girls who have not hid their attraction towards your professor.

Professor Gojo tisks at your response, his pacing frame coming to a complete halt as he eyes you with undivided attention. “I’m disappointed. Naughty girl hasn’t done her reading,” you could not believe your face could get any hotter. Your eyes glance up from your note book to meet his briefly, his blue eyes a stark contrast against his sleek black frames, and as your eyes meet, he smirks for a brief moment before he continues his pacing.

Professor!Gojo: God, he loves how he can make you blush. You wore your heart on your sleeve, and he relished every reaction he could pull from you.

He saw when your eyes averted to his body, no matter how brief or fleeting it was. He knew what would make you tick from trial and error. He noticed you looked at him less when he wore baggy clothes; and that you had to fight to keep your attention off him when he wore tighter, more… accentuating attire. You’re the reason he wore his shirt buttons low, why he bought an array of tight-fitted turtle necks, why he wore slacks that hugged him ever-so nicely, if he did say so himself. He wanted your attention, entirely undivided. He wanted your eyes on him at all times.

“Sleeping beauty!” Your eyes were wandering away from him, looking over to your classmates' notes. He couldn’t have that, he wanted your attention, no, he needed your attention. she needed to know he was the one on your mind, he needed to know that he was the one you were thinking about. He cursed himself often for his selfishness, how could a professor endorse his own student’s unwillingness to learn? He swallowed his guilt, it wasn’t his fault he felt this way, after all. “Could you please explain to the class in your own words what I have just described?” He watched to stammer, unable to bite down the smile that flourished on his face as he watched you turned red.

After a few satisfying moments (which felt like a never ending eternity to you) of watching you squirm, he let out an exasperated sigh, slumping and leaning his head back to stare at the roof, sarcasm palpable in his action. “Stay after class, we will need to discuss your study habits,” his eyes fell back onto yours, excitement stirring within him while dread and the glaring stares of your jealous classmates weighted you down into your chair.

Professor!Gojo; “You wanted to see me, Professor?” He watched you approach his desk; the final flood of students finally left the hall. He was agitated with the usual girls that would linger after class, asking for help. Without fail, their chests were eye level to his face as they leant over him while he remains seated, eyes fixated on the paper they had brought to him for ‘help’. But now, finally, they had all left.

“I’m concerned,” he leans forward, elbows on the mahogany table in front of him and his chin resting on his interlocking hands, blue eyes staring up at you from over his glasses. God, you smelt good. Was it vanilla?

“You should know my students are precious to me, so don’t be alarmed that I called on you. You seem… absent minded in class. Are you keeping up with your studies?” Gojo tilted his head, intoxicated by the way you are forcing yourself to maintain eye contact with him. He knew his shirt was hanging low, and he knew you wanted nothing more than to steal a glance.

“Y-yes. Sorry, Sir,” he bit back and groan and closed his eyes. Sir. God. God, it was not his fault he felt this way. How could it be? You in your innocent and naïve nature, nervously biting your lip absentmindedly, not knowing what it was doing to him. Watching every work fumble out of your lips left him wanting more. How he wanted to hear you say the word again, how he wanted to hear you say it in a different setting.

After moments pause, he hummed in contemplation and looked back up at you. Watching your teeth bite and tug at your bottom lip. His mind was racing, but he kept himself as composed as he could while imagining your mouth in other scenarios.

"And your tardiness? Are you just in your true nature: a Sleeping Beauty?" You wrung your hands as your eyes skirted between him and the fading grey carpet you were standing on, focussing on a particular piece of frayed thread.

"I work late hours, sir," A wave of white-hot guilt washed over him. "I try and keep up with the content between work and the commute here and home," you mumbled sheepishly, worried about the bad reputation you may be earning yourself. You did not want to seem incompetent in front of Gojo Satoru. Anyone, but a Gojo Satoru. You were always a good girl. A girl who did well at school and never talked back and kept her head low. The idea of your professor being disappointed in you was mortifying.

"I see," Gojo sighed, leaning back into his chair pinching the bridge of his nose. Guilt was rushing through him, despite his love for watching you flush. "What time do you usually start work?" He replaced the glasses back on his face and pushed his white hair out of his eyes. You liked it best when he wore his hair loose.

"Six-thirty PM, Sir," another sighed earnt by your professor. He never knew how weak a single word could make him. Suddenly, an idea came to mind. Unable to suppress his devilish grin, he leaned forward. Again, this time closer, his stomach pressed against his desk and his hands gripping's its edges.

"Class ends at 3 PM. After class, stay. I will meet you in the biology labs and you will be mine between three-thirty to four-thirty for private tutoring," your face flushed again. "Assuming you work locally, it should be more than enough time for you to get to work, and you will have designated study time with the genius himself," your professor licked his teeth as he waited for your response. Yes. Yes. This was perfect. A perfect plan to have you to himself.

"Y-yes, Sir."

© cyberyam

warnings: fem!reader, edging, overstim, handjob, lotsa cumming

needy!satoru who is a total sex addict. he's just so whipped for you and your pussy, he can't help the fact he has to fill you up with cum every chance he gets.

needy!satoru who will fuck you anytime, anywhere, from the bedroom, the kitchen counter, his workplace, the public restroom, anywhere.

needy!satoru who never gives your poor, overstimulated cunt a rest, either stuffing you full with his long, slender fingers, lapping furiously between your legs at his favorite meal, or his favorite, burying his heavy, swollen cock deep into your warm, gooey walls.

needy!satoru who you, as a result, put on a pussyban.

"babyy, c'mon.." needy!satoru whimpers, hands desperately clutching at your shirt as his pretty, snowy white lashes flutter at you, almost brimming with tears. he just doesn't know how he's gonna live without your pretty pussy!

you push him off, complaining about how sore you are, and that he's gonna be fine.

needy!satoru who after only a few hours, is already whining and pouting, trying his hardest to make you give in to him by constantly draping himself over you, or pressing against your body snugly.

needy!satoru who after a day and a half, is almost feral, his thick, curved shaft pulsing steadily against the confines of his sweatpants, the sight so lewd and obscene, you almost call off the ban.

almost.

needy!satoru who by day three, is practically humping the walls, rutting against your ass every time you turn around or bend over, and pouting when you push him away.

needy!satoru whose eyes roll back in his head, hips instinctively lifting for more when you reach across him for the tv remote, cock achingly hard and throbbing.

needy!satoru who thrusts himself into your hand desperately, pleading sweetly for you to stroke his cock just once, he needs it!

“fine, satoru.” you concede grudgingly, and more than a little wet at the sight of your pathetic boyfriend.

needy!satoru immediately sighs in relief, head lolling back as you finally take his neglected length into your hand, already oozing with glossy pre-cum.

"mmh jus' like that.." his hips rock against your hand steadily, as he quickly builds speed, so much pearly pre leaking out of the reddish divot on his head, it almost looks like he came already.

needy!satoru whose cock is already twitching and jerking in your grip, like it does when he's close, making you hum softly, "aww, is m'poor baby all worked up already? such a pathetic little thing you are.."

needy!satoru who loves it when you degrade him, and is only getting closer, his eyes screwing shut tight as he whimpers, girthy inches seeming to swell bigger, weeping tip gushing more dewy pre.

and when you lightly rub your thumb over needy!satoru's slit, hand tightening ever so slightly, he only lasts one more pump before he's spurting ribbon after ribbon of creamy white cum, splattering across his tummy as his hips stutter sloppily, a moaning, whimpering mess beneath you.

needy!satoru whose whines of pleasure only get higher as your hand never stops in its ministrations, continuing to stroke him off with renewed vigor, thumb sweeping the milky dredges of his seed across his sensitive tip back and forth, and back and forth.

needy!satoru whose hand weakly grabs your wrist, voice raspy as he groans, "b-baby, baby easy, i c-came already.."

needy!satoru whose embarrassed to say, is gonna cum again, and nearing the brink of overstimulation as big tears prick at his eyes.

"mmh.. m'gonna.. g-gonna..!" is all needy!satoru can say before he's making a mess of himself again, bucking wildly while his vision turns spotty.

your mouth curves into a cheeky grin, tittering as you take in the wrecked mess your needy!satoru made, hand still moving in slow, languid drags as you lean in closer, whispering in a sultry tone, "since y'er so eager, you're gonna let me milk you dry, until you can't even think about cumming without crying with overstimulation.."

NEEDY!! ‧₊˚✩彡 七海.建人. NANAMI KENTO

cws: nsfw 18+, edging (kinda), fingering, oral fixation, desperation

prone to errors!!

a/n: i put my heart n soul into this 😣 i hope yall like it :3 (i love mah man nanami)

nanami had just returned home from a long day of work. immediately, he walks up to the couch of your apartment. desperately, he whispered soft ‘i miss yous’ and kissed you until you were a trembling mess, lips and face glowing a shade of red. his knee was in between your legs giving you the friction you craved. however, the moment you let out a meek “pl-please,” he gets up leaves a soft peck on your forehead. “i’m going to continue my work for a little longer, kay? if you need me i’ll be in the study room,” he hums before walking off.

oh?

you felt mortified and infuriated yet too shy to say anything while being at a loss for words. you know that he knew exactly what you want, he always does. but this time he just leaves you in such a vulerable state, profoundedly shocked and in an undeniably horny state.

now he waits. he knows how shy you were and he wanted to hear that sweet voice of yours, just once, to tell him directly what you wanted - needed. he stiffles a laugh, a smile creeping up on his face knowing the flustered state you were in before he just left.

he wanted to see how long it takes for him to drag this on until you muster up the courage to come to him all shy, cheeks red from embarrassment as you mumble about needy you are.

gosh he really, REALLY wanted to see you like that.

you on the otherhand, you feel sexually frustrated and offended. how could he do that to you?! you huff softly to yourself, feeling the heat in your stomach fizzing away.

you lie back down on the couch again. hopefully he would come back to you soon right? wrong.

you scroll on the tv, watching any possible show you can possibly find. it’s been nearly an hour and he was clearly not planning on looking for you anytime soon.

at some point you were getting impatient. the need for him beginning to overpower your ego and embarassment, you sigh before making your way towards the study in grumpy. “i’ve never had to ask him for anything before,” you pout.

the sound creak of the door grabs his attention instantly. finally.

you meekly look up to him. “ken,” you suck in a sharp breath before whispering, “i-i really need you right now.”

“hm? what’s wrong my love?”

god, how you look at him. the sheer desperation dripping in your voice as you mumble out your soft plea. it nearly makes him go feral but it still wasn’t exsctly what he wanted to hear.

he looks up at you, making intense eye contact that makes your tummy pool with heat that your gaze falters. in swift panic and the feeling of awkwardness overtaking you, you turn around and head for the door before spluttering out, “nothing ken! i’ll-i’ll see you later!

with clammering hands you abruptly slam the door shut before making your way back to the couch, face heating up. you hold your head between your hands as you squeeze your eyes tightly thinking about what a fool you were.

suddenly a large, warm hand settles on your shoulder making you jump.

“h-hey! aren’t you busy kento?” you ask softly. he looks down at you, the corner of his lips turning up with a gentle smile.

“is kay’ baby, i wanna spend some time with you,” he whispers lovingly before lying on the couch with you, wrapping you in his embrace. the proximity making it nearly hard to breathe.

as you started getting more and more comfortable, he started rubbing his hand up and down your thigh in small feather light motions, tracing softly against the skin. your breath hitches at the stimulation. it felt too little yet too much at the same time.

“tell me what you want love,” he coaxes you. “i’ll give you anything you ask for.” you freeze at his words. he wants you to what?!

“ken,” you whine. “is- hnngh! embarassing.” tugging at his arm, your eyes nearly fluttering closed at the gentle touch of his hands. the effect he had on you made him painstakingly hard.

his hands began to crawl further up before reaching your soaking wet panties. if only you knew how turned on he was right now, how feral you made him.

he reaches his hand under the soft fabric before cupping his entire hand over your drooling pussy.

“what a messy baby she is, darling,” he tuts lightly, rubbing his entire hand up and down. “you need to tell me what you want my love.” his palm rubs against the swollen sensitive clit just where you needed that it takes everything in you to stifle the whimper you’re desperate to let out.

“i wan it, ken.” you sniffle against him. you looked up and gazed at that beautiful face of his, staring back at you with an intensity that would have you stuttering and your knees giving out if you weren’t already on the couch.

before you know it, he has you on his lap, back facing his chest as he spreads your plush thighs far apart, across and over each of his knees so you couldn’t even think about slamming them shut. your poor underwear was long gone, thrown somewhere on the floor and all you had on was his large soft shirt.

your legs trembles against his while your hands gripped onto his pants for anything that could ground you. he has one hand under your shirt, gently flicking and circling your nipples gently as the other rubs your folds in a soft up and down motion, occasionally circling your clit which makes you jolt before he denys you of your pleasure again by going back to his previous motions.

it was becoming too much! your eyes began to water as your leg muscles clenched and unclenched against the muscular thighs holding you open. he draws little soft whimpers and blubbers from you as you sniffle from the sensation.

“i dont know why you do this to yourself baby, you know what i want to hear,” he taunts gently. however, you can still hear the sadistic undertone under his sweet honeyed voice.

he keeps going and going until you crack. “pl-please kento-agh! i-“ you pant. “i need you so bad, need you in me soso bad, please fill me-ah! f-fill me with your cum. puhlease! just touch me!”you sob and squirm in his grip.

he hums in approval and before you can even think, he shoves two long and thick fingers into you, thrusting deep and massages your gummy walls. your eyes roll back at the sudden sensation that overwhelms you. your legs twitch over and over again.

he lets out a soft laugh before spreading his legs wider and takes his other hand to shove his middle and ring finger deep into your mouth, hitting the back of throat as he strokes your insides oh so perfectly.

you let out a muffled wail at the pleasure coursing through your body. you drool all over his fingers in your mouth and your vision goes white when your orgasm hits you so unexpectedly.

he helps you ride it out on all over his fingers as he slows down the intensity of his thrusts into your poor pussy. your slick dripping down his arm and onto his lap.

you heave and pant heavily letting out little whimpers at each exhale as your body shakes. “what a good girl you are, baby. now you’re gonna take me deep inside as a reward, hm?” he says in a tone dripping with lust as his slick hand rubs your tummy in a soothing motion. you nearly weep at his words.

oh what a night you were in for.

i hope you guys enjoyed this as much as i did! i love u all sooo much 💞

love,

kaori

tags: @yemmuisworld 🥹