mxurelle

[mxurelle]

i js needa hear a man whimper. or cry, or both. surely, that’ll fix everything.

[mxurelle]

synopsis: gojo catches you masturbating to his image.

cw: dubcon, voyeurism, slight degradation (he calls u a perv). -18+ dni.

wc: 1,533.

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“for fucks sake.”

you clicked your tongue, wrist and forearm completely strained from working your swollen nub as you laid sprawled out on your comforter, exhaling a heavy sigh of defeat. you looked down at yourself, blinking in rapid succession, bewildered by your stupidity. touching yourself to the image of your best friend took enough convincing within itself, weighing the pros and cons of partaking in such an explicit activity; something completely new to you. but now, your orgasm couldn’t feel farther out of reach.

“karma. must be.” you thought, leaned back against your headboard as you stared up at the ceiling, cellphone still in hand. the pad of your index finger dipped in between sleek folds, shivers shooting up your spine with a quiet sob, teasing your dripping entrance. you were aroused, more so than you’ve been in awhile, which only brought about more question marks.

your gaze lifted to scan your phone screen, nipping at your bottom lip as you shamelessly ogled. cute face, cheeky smile, pretty eyes, nice lips. simply claiming he was your type seemed unjust. after the two of you met, you’ve struggled to successfully get yourself off ever since.

a loud wham pulled you out of your mind fog, fumbling with your phone as you instantly perked up, eyes widened with a look of sheer terror. the figure of a young man now replaced with what used to be your closed door, unable to properly make out his features amidst your downward spiral into full on panic mode.

“hey! long time no—ohh.”

a wild gojo satoru stood in your doorway, clearly lost, stuck in shock with his jaw dropped. you blinked up at the intruder, also stuck; processing. maybe it was the sexual frustration, maybe the intensity of it all had finally gotten to your head, resulting in hallucinations.

you fumbled with your messy sheets, scrambling to cover up. “fuck, man?!” you exclaimed, more so a very loud whisper, tightly closing your legs. embarrassment churned at your stomach, your heart threatening to burst out of your chest, the possibility of passing out didn’t seem too unreasonable at that point. “ever heard of knocking? what the fuck is your problem?”

the two of you fell silent, gojo’s lack of a timely response sending your anxiety through the roof. he looked from side to side sporting a guilty yet not so guilty look; similar to that of a child who had wrongfully stolen a cookie. “sure, but the door was .. unlocked?” he faked a cough, taking a step forward and closing the door behind him.

“i—get out.” you raised your pointer finger, directing him towards the door with a stern look; the best you could pull off given your awkward position.

gojo pursed his lips, peering down at you beneath the rounded frames of his glasses, inching closer till his legs bumped with the edge of your bed. “i would, if that wasn’t a picture of me on your phone.” he examined, and your heart dropped. “that is me, right?”

speechless, you steadily shook your head, glancing off to peek at your phone screen; his photo displayed in full view. his head tilted to the side, your comforter dipping a bit as he welcomed himself into your space. “nah, no use in denying it. maybe if you weren’t basically naked, i would’ve bought it.” he teased, but you didn’t cower as he drew in closer, nudging himself in between your opened legs.

you licked your lips and swallowed, moving to clamp your thighs together instinctively in hopes of hiding your desire from his watchful gaze. your efforts were of no use though, not with him in your way. “well,” he started up again, eyeing you. “why’d you stop? keep going, i wanna watch.”

“you wanna wh—“

gojo raised his index finger to press against your lips, successfully cutting you off mid sentence. “ah! none of that.” he insisted, tracing the shape of your lips with the tip of his finger. you resisted the urge to open your mouth for him, leaving your curiosity to fester. “you’re masturbating to my image without my consent. it’s only fair, don’t you think?”

with your arousal at an all time high, it didn’t take much convincing for you to start back up again, swirling your clit in slow circular motions. his palms crept beneath your thighs before lifting them, earning a quiet yelp from you. “sorry, just wanna see all of you.” he explained, flat toned and casual in his words, eyes locked on your exposed cunt. he looked focused, jaw clenched as his fingers dug into your thighs, savoring each little noise you’d make.

your fingers teased your entrance, thighs trembling within his hold as you quivered, earning a satisfied hum of approval from the man above you. “do you often touch yourself with me in mind, hm?” leaning down, his breath hovered your left ear as he spoke. “must be frustrating.”

your eyes fell to a close, savoring the intoxicating sound of his voice, jolting as teeth made contact with your ear. your head fell back against the headboard as you worked your throbbing clit in slow, steady motions, picking up the pace in unison with gojo’s wandering lips. he placed open mouthed kisses beneath your jawline, his lips wrapped around the patch of skin, sucking and biting a visible mark on you.

“you must like me a lottt,” he mumbled within the crook of your neck, promptly pulling away to adjust himself to comfortably focus on your lower body. his teeth sunk into the meat of your inner thigh and you sobbed, pain briskly sparking pleasure. “your entire body is trembling, and shit, you’re so wet. i can tell this is really your thing, perv.”

“yet you’re sitting here watching me.” you bit back, lifting your head as your eyes shot open, that familiar feeling of an approaching orgasm swelling at your stomach. adding another finger you placed both digits flat on your clit, applying pressure as you moved from side to side, slurs of profanity spilling from your lips.

your muscles contracted as your hips twitched upwards, rocking into your hands in a desperate effort to cum. your gaze dropped for a moment in search for his, only to find bright blue eyes beaming with excitement, lips parted in awe as he sat entranced, completely engrossed in you. your eyes wandered further, trailing along the frame of his shoulders and upper body, the flat of his stomach and plump of his thighs.

you lingered in between his legs, suppressing a moan as his hardened cock stood out through the fabric of his pants. it looked suffocating. you wanted to help, to touch him, to really feel him. “fuck—i’m gonna cum.” you sobbed, shivering as gojo tightened his hold around you.

pleasure coursed through your veins in intense waves, invoking a fluttering sensation in your abdomen as your climax washed over you, quiet sobs filling the thick atmosphere. gojo watched in silence as you rode through the motions, his palms sliding upwards to massage the flesh of your hips. he didn’t want to say too much, or too little, neither was he really interested in redirecting his focus to speak. instead, he took the moment to behold the view of you unfolding in front of him.

you retracted your hands, letting your arms sprawl out with a sigh. gojo mirrored your actions as he removed his hands, and only then did you come back to self, realization of what just happened settling. “damn, that..was fucking hot. you good?” he asked, and to which you nodded.

“i’m cool, but..” your gaze flickered down to his erection beneath his sweats, then back up at him. “you seem to have a bit of a problem yourself.”

gojo followed your gaze, neutrality plastered across his distinctive features, chin tilted slightly upward. “you gonna solve it, or just stare?” he challenged, leaving an invitation up in the air too good to pass up. the two of you stared at one another, contemplation behind your eyes, as his clouded with lust.

you sat up to lean in, but before you could your phone rang beside you. your head snapped into the direction of the blaring sound, squinting as you read out the name of the caller; sis. “shit, that’s my older sister. you gotta go.” your hands moved to nudge gojo off of your bed, pushing with full force as he wouldn’t move fast enough, sliding off the bed to follow behind him.

“your sister?”

“yes!” you gathered a blanket within your hands, quickly wrapping it around your body as you stood up, directing gojo towards your opened window. he looked back at you, and you could’ve sworn you saw metaphorical question marks popping up around his head. “quick! damn, you’re slow.” delivering a few harsh pats to his shoulder blades, he bent down, maneuvering his body through your window the best he could.

as he squeezed through, relief weighed on your shoulders. you turned away for a moment to hurriedly close your door and return back to the window, poking your head out as you looked around, confirming gojo had successfully scurried off.

[mxurelle]

synopsis: gojo helps you ride out your high by eating you out. cause why not?

cw: high sex, mentioned/implied drug use, oral sex, a slightly geeked out satoru. -18 dni.

wc: 1,765.

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“you must be absolutely fried, ain’t hear a thing i just said.”

you perk up against the wall, half-lidded eyes lifting up from the ground to follow the familiar sound of your boyfriend’s voice at your side. as your eyes met, your gaze instinctively narrowed to examine his face, gauging the look of mischief behind those rounded glasses he wore. you were high as all hell, no doubt about it. droopy eyed, excessively dry lips and parched throat, gravity weighing itself on you unlike anything you’ve felt before; aside from when you’re stoned.

“huh?” you bat your lashes, brows creased a look of iminiate confusion as you attempt to decipher his sentence. which worked, partially. “—so you aren’t? and don’t say it like that, makes me feel self conscious.”

gojo chuckles a delightful sound at your side and you lick your lips, an otherwise seamless ‘keke’ swelling a fluttering sensation to sit at your chest, traveling throughout your nerves before shooting down directly in between your legs. you click your tongue, displeased with how easy you’ve become, deciding to blame your alerted state of mine.

“my tolerance isn’t all that low, been there done that, though i only ever take part in this sort of thing unless i’m with you or suguru.” he explains beside you, blabbering off about god knows what at this point, presumably ignorant to the effects his voice alone has on you. you refuse to look his way, tired eyes focused on the bare wall ahead of you.

“wouldn’t that make your tolerance lower than mine?” you mutter to yourself, unaware of the fact you spoke aloud. you fold your arms over your chest, gulping down the lump in your throat as you stare ahead. or so you tried, your eyes were barely open, not to mention disinterested in an empty wall.

what you really wanted was your legs wrapped around his neck, mindless whimpers muffled against your throbbing cunt, echoing against your ears as you used his tongue to your heart’s content. not that you would say any of that, though.

gojo fell silent for a moment, piercing blue eyes poking holes through your side profile even behind the glasses. “eh, i suppose.” he shrugged, shuffling against the wall as he took a step closer. “how come i’m staring at half a face, hm? you shy now?”

“the fuck? no,” you immediately blurted out in a means to supposedly defend yourself, lips etching into a distasteful frown; resembling a mean mug with the way you do it. “i’m in deep thought. thinking, in simpler terms for you.” you were snappy in your response, masking what proved to be factual behind an attitude.

gojo hummed a response, his presence looming over your side as he drew closer. “look at me.”

you gulped once more, soothing an itchy throat as you angled your neck to the side, instantly met with the realization of how close he’d gotten. your eyes widened as a gasp caught in your throat, effectively startled. your mind began to race for a bit, the events of just a few seconds prior and the present moment meshed a foggy blur, you found yourself wondering how long the two of you had been standing there.

though, the heavy atmosphere packed with an intense sexual tension between the two of you quickly redirected your attention. an exaggerated ‘damn’ pulled from his lips as they quirked into a toothy grin, his hand lifting to gently tuck your hair off to the side. ���your eyes are bloodshot red! it’s kinda cute though, i dunno.” he teased; and to which you swatted his hand away. being the only one baked out of your mind was already bad enough, but of course, who would he be if he didn’t tease you for it.

“you piss me off.” you leisurely shook your head, eyeing your boyfriend up and down, giving him the nastiest look to prove a point.

gojo raised a brow as his grin shamelessly deepened, visibly amused by your frustration. he moved in closer, as close as the two of your bodies would allow before his hands were wrapped around your waist, pressing your back against the wall. his lips morphed an ‘i’m sorry.’ against the heat of your neck, his nose nudged beneath your jawline as he drew in a deep inhale, followed by a relieved sigh as he shrunk against you. he’s always loved your scent, you knew that.

he peppered small pecks along your neck, quickly transitioning to open mouthed kisses as he traveled downwards, focusing on the area right above your breast. you nipped at your bottom lip, angling your head to the side as an invitation; permission to keep going. his teeth gently grazed your skin to serve as a warning, promptly bracing you before sinking into your skin, electing a sharp hiss from you.

your hand flew up to the nape of his neck, fingers gliding upward to clench around his white locks, holding him in place as your eyes fell to a close. though your efforts proved meaningless as he promptly pulled away, dipping down to praise your stomach with gentle kisses as he positioned himself on his knees.

you blinked down at him, squinting as your reddened eyes met with the air, your hands now resting at his shoulders. gojo made quick work of your shorts, tossing the article of clothing once you’ve stepped out of them. he then leaned forward, warm palms placed at each side of your hips as his lips hovered your clothed clit, pools of your arousal staining the fabric of your panties.

his tongue finally laid flat against your clit, and you panicked, yelping as if you’d seen a ghost. gojo pulled back to look at up you, startled by the tone of your exclamation.

“that!—wait, it feels weird. i can’t really feel it like usual, so are you sure you wanna keep going?” you huffed, half-lidded eyes searching for his. truthfully, you could feel it. it felt even better than usual, almost as if you took an aphrodisiac, and the intensity of it all freaked you out.

“can’t feel it?” he analyzed, brows raised as he gaped up at you. after a short pause he resumed the previous laps of his tongue, lathering the surface of your clothed cunt, collecting every inch of you on his tongue. “you can’t feel this?” he muffled against you, barely audible as he explored what felt like every bit of your pussy. even over your panties.

your left hand flew up to cover your mouth with a slap, a low, guttural moan muffled against your palm. your hips rolled against his tongue, sparks of pleasure erupting in jolts throughout your lower abdomen as you shivered. his hand slid beneath your upper thigh, lifting one of your legs over his shoulder and providing you with extra wiggle room in the process.

with your lack of an answer to his question he pulled back, replacing his mouth with his thumb, teasing your throbbing nub in circular motions. he lifted his gaze, exacting eye contact with you. “want me to stop since you can’t feel it?”

you sighed into your palm, the loss of his tongue leaving your soaked core vulnerable to the cold air. you slowly shook your head, sluggish in the motions, eyes silently pleading with his. his head titled to the side, gaze flickering away from your eyes to briefly glance at the hand clasped tightly around your jaw. “move your hand,” his index and middle finger gently pinched around your folds, shifting up and down. “c’mon, talk to me. tell me what you want.”

though you wish you had the resolve to be stubborn, you swiftly removed your hand as instructed. you took a shallow breath in, choked up halfway through as the pallets of his tongue pressed against your clit once more. “i—okay, i can feel it. please don’t stop.” you managed with a hiss, prodding fingertips digging into the flesh of your upper thigh.

gojo seemed content with your plea, swiftly pulling your panties to the side and ogling at the bare sight of you. his tongue dove in-between the heat of your folds, tracing the gape of your entrance before slipping inside of you. he groaned as you shamelessly clenched around the muscle, back arching off of the wall and further into the sensations, rutting your hips against his mouth.

your heavy breaths left rigid, the pound of your heart threatening to burst through your chest, fingers clasped a tight hold around your boyfriend’s hair. his eyes never left yours, drinking up and basking in the lewd expressions you’d make, eager to pull even more from you.

your head fell against the wall with a thump, tears swelling at the corners of your eyes, completely overwhelmed but in the best possible way. “shit, i think—i’m close. i’m gonna cum.” your fingers tugged at his hair, earning a quiet whimper from the man beneath you.

“go ahead, i got you.” he reassured below you, giving the flesh of your hips a gentle squeeze.

your hips stuttered within his hold, thighs enclosing around his head with a tight squeeze as you sobbed. overbearing waves of pleasure enveloped the heat of your body, leaving your knees weak, legs trembling as they tried their best to keep you upright. gradually, your hips began to move in unison with the motions of gojo’s tongue, serving as a guide as you rode out your high.

“satoru,” you called out without reason, allowing your back to slide down against the wall once gojo had pulled away to acknowledge your call. the sight you were met with was one you’d wish you’d seen sooner; disheveled white locks poking out in each and every direction, swollen lips glossed over with your arousal, a lovely flush of red spread along the bare skin of his neck and cheeks. if you hadn’t been so exhausted, another go wouldn’t have seemed so taxing.

you raised your hands to cup his cheeks, gently kneading as if he were a stress ball. “you um.. have my cum all over your face.” you cleared your throat, eyes beaming as you marveled at the sight, dumbfounded.

“mm, and you taste good,” he smiled, his palms slinking beneath the fabric of your shirt to caress the smooth surface of your skin. he traced small shapes with his index finger along your sides, unintentionally teasing as shivers shot up your spine.

“you okay? you look absolutely gone, but completely fucked out. it’s hot.”

“..goddamn freak.”

[mxurelle]

call me maurelle ! poc 🀥 ,, she/her . ‎ ‎ 18+ minors dni. ⧽ ⋆ nsfw, multi fandom, ⠀ ‎ ‎ angst & darker content/themes.