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the-masked-ram · 7 months

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Don't Come Morning- Kuroo x Chubby!Fem Reader

This was inspire by the song Stay by Sara Bareilles CW: NSFW, Chubby fem reader, semi public sex, teasing, crying (not sexy), angst, planned break up, happy ending, premature ejaculation (kind of), nickname 'kitten' ----

Your hands hadn’t left each other’s since the night started. Tetsurou’s fingers were woven between yours a little too tightly, gripping harder each time he smiled at someone or laughed. While the party wore on his smile got a little thinner, eyes a little more tired, and laugh a little more out of control. He was forcing himself, trying not to think about the morning, trying to stay in the moment. Once the dawn broke and the light crept across your skin, he would be gone. You’d wake to an empty bed for the first time in three years, and he’d be on a plane half across the world. You would be left with nothing more than the scent of sandalwood and mango on his pillows. A smell that would slowly fade, just like you feared your memories would of him. He avoided looking at you, instead reminding himself of your presence with touches against your voluptuous sides and gentle kisses against your temple. His hand didn’t drop yours, even if that meant dragging you across the room or slowing down his strides. You weren’t sure who was hurting more from this separation, you or him.

It was something the two of you had agreed upon long before getting into this relationship, though. It was already known when he’d asked you out that he’d be leaving for America at the end of his college graduation. He’d been scouted by an amazing company. You couldn’t imagine him turning it down for something as silly as love, someone as miniscule as you. Though you knew it’d hurt in the beginning, you’d liked him at the time, you’d convinced yourself that with the knowledge he would leave in the end, you wouldn’t be able to fall in love with him. Your heart obviously hadn’t gotten the message and now you were hurting so much more than you expected. Your tongue felt so heavy, and your throat was closing up. It was so hard not to pull him away and throw yourself at his feet to convince him to stay. To say over and over why it would be worth his while, what you could do to make him want to remain with you. But that wasn’t fair, that wasn’t what this relationship was. It wasn’t the deal you two had agreed upon, and besides, how could you be better than his dream job? You smiled sardonically at the thought. “Let’s go,” he whispered, breath ghosting over the sensitive skin of your ear and lips dragging a slow kiss along your lobe. “We’ve been here long enough. We’ve got better things to do now.” You could tell what he meant as his hands found purchase on the curve of your hips and his voice dropped to an octave that caused shivers to roll down your spine. You nodded, making some sort of sound you hoped was in agreement and not a visceral moan. His breath cracked on a soft growl, something only you would hear, and you felt his fingers dig into the thickness of your flesh.

He dragged you away with those firm hands, smiling more and nodding falsely cheery goodbyes. You could see between the crevices in his hazel eyes, see the storm raging beyond the horizon. He finally broke once the two of you slid into the privacy of the elevator, his hands changing from roaming too greedy. Touches changing from light brushes to aggressive grabbing. His lips crashed against yours, his teeth dug into the plush skin, coaxing you to open your mouth on a gasp. It was needy, hungry, frantic, like he wanted to taste every part of you before he was forced to leave. Like the fact this was your last time together was pushing him to mark things against your skin, words he could never say but at least could show you in teeth imprints and swollen lips. He stole your breath, fed you his, made you completely reliant on him. Tears rolled down your face, hot and acidic, but you swallowed the hiccupping sobs that tried to push their way up. Instead kissing him back just as hard, your hands winding their way into the lapels of his coat and pulling him impossibly closer. You wanted to feel everything, every part of him down to his soul, down to the beat of his heart. You wanted to remember every second, every taste, every sound, and every sight of tonight so you could replay it over and over for years while your heart mended. Perhaps you could learn to live without Kuroo… but the thought of it alone sent more tears to the floor and made the sobs finally break free.

Tetsurou kissed you harder, swallowing your cries of despair, he pulled away to kissed at the saline staining your face. The smile he gifted you with was pained and so broken you swore he was about to shatter any moment. “Tetsu,” you breathed, pulling him back. The kiss turned slower, like he was sipping the taste of you from your lips. Slowly licking back in and across the top of your tongue. Pulling back just enough to shush you quietly when you whined, wrapping your thigh around his leg to grind against his jeans. “We’re about to hit the ground floor, kitten,” he whispered, voice strained. He pulled back from your clinging hands and your needy mouth. His fingers once again found yours, weaving tightly around them to hold you close and bring your hand to his lips so he could press them across the back of your wrist softly. He breathed in the soft scent clinging to your skin and smiled a true smile down at you, something that told nothing of the future and was only about the present. He smiled because all he saw was you and all he cared about was leading you from the elevator into the crisp night air.

You waited in silence on the curb for him to flag down a taxi. Instead of speaking, you soaked yourself in the warmth of his touch, the linger taste of his lips, and the duality of his scent. The raucous noise of too many cars and pedestrians surrounded you. The two of you had walked this neighborhood often, caught up in each other and the coffee in your hands. This place held the invisible imprints of your soles and silent echoes of your voices. You had once been happily blind to this coming future. Willfully ignorant even though you knew what was coming, it had been so easy to ignore it. You basked in the present just as much as you basked in the past. You did anything to avoid thoughts of the future barreling around the corner as the taxi pulled up and Tetsurou opened the door for you. Kuroo was quick to pull you onto his lap as soon as he was in the back. His fingers dragging along the strip of skin exposed by the slit in your dress. Your thigh jumped under his explorative touch, and he chuckled against your shoulder.

He rattled off the address to the taxi driver before turning to you and whispering in your ear, “Keep those full lips closed, kitten. Those sweet moans are only for me to hear. But I can’t wait anymore.” He hissed as you wiggled against him while his fingers dipped under your dress, brushing along the lace of your panties and encouraging your thick thighs to part a little more. His hazel eyes narrowed, a playful glint in them even with the darkened storm clouds waiting at the edges. Neither of you mentioned it, neither of you spoke about the fact he’d be gone, instead his fingers teased more slick from your needy pussy. He traced your puffy lips with lazy touches and smirked wider each time your body jumped to follow his retreating movements.

You muffled a whine by biting into the flesh of your lower lip. His brow pinched and you could practically see his pupils widen in the flashing lights from outside. “What did I tell you about staying quiet?” he teased, pressing bittersweet kisses with just a bit too much teeth, against your cleavage. “C-can’t help it, Tetsu,” you whimpered, hips jerking violently as he finally pressed the pad of his finger against your throbbing clit. He stared at your thoughtfully before his steadying hand left your hip and instead curled around the back of your neck, “Then I’ll help you.”

When his lips met yours, it was electric, your body arcing toward every place where his skin met yours in a hope to make the pressure continue and increase. Tetsurou wasn’t an idiot, he wouldn’t bring you to the edge in the back of a cab, but lord did he love to tease. He had no issue swallowing your moans as he crushed his lips against yours and his fingers worked you slowly back and forth along the line of too much stimulation and not enough. It was hard to breathe, even though you stole as much air from Kuroo as you provided. But your lungs were working overtime and failing you, the air felt sticky, and your arousal coated his pants, your underwear, parts of your dress, his fingers, your thighs, it was just everywhere. It was disgustingly sinful, it made you feel filthy in the best way. You wanted to wallow in the embarrassment flooding through your bones as it twisted your walls tighter. Before the taxi arrived at your stop, his hands had stopped their dance along your folds. You weren’t sure if you even noticed when it happened, but suddenly he was kissing you like he had in the elevator. With tongue and teeth and so much unexpressed emotion tumbling through silent actions. You felt like he was feeding on every sound that he caught from your mouth.

This was what it was like to be kissed by someone you loved, who also loved you back. It just… it was never meant to be this painful. It was never meant to feel like you were having your heart shredded and throat crushed. He was stealing pieces from you in that moment. Pieces you would never get back. Pieces you willingly gave long ago and knew once this happened you would be left with less. You would forever be changed by tomorrow. He drew you back to the present by pulling away from your kiss swollen lips and shushing your whimpers of misery and confusion with fingers sliding between yours again. He gave a wad of cash to the taxi driver and mumbled an apology that the man never acknowledged. Once you were in the cold air again you glanced up at the building that housed your apartment. You realized you would probably have to move from here, since everything would hold too many memories of Kuroo Tetsurou and the perfect love that was never meant to be. Kuroo was too lost to the now and once again brought you back, dragging you behind him with urgent pulls of his hand and a look in his eye that you knew but you had never seen so enflamed. He moved you through the lobby into the elevator, not once slowing, his eagerness and desperation finally bared to the light. You were lucky to be the only ones in the elevator, because you weren’t sure how long you could keep your hands from touching him, or his from touching you. The width of his fingers engulfed your plush sides, roved up to cup the edges of your breasts and thumb along the front teasingly, before he finally settled at the smoothness of your jaw. He tilted your head to meet your sparkling gaze and his mouth found yours again. A careful game of advance and retreat was happening, his tongue licking broad stripes along your palate to tickling lightly back along your teeth. He pulled back, watched the way your pupils gaped for him and how your lips were both a mixture of moist and raw from too much aggression too quickly. One hand trailed to the back of your skull, tracing the hairs at your nape so lightly that it sent tingles racing up your scalp and down your spine. His other fingers came to curl around the fragile skin of your trachea, feeling your pulse flutter excitedly under his touch. He made your heart race like this, he did this. He looked at you and saw love and adoration looking back. For once, in the entire time of this relationship Kuroo truly questioned whether he could give you up. It was so real now. With tomorrow looming over him and even with his frantic need to bury himself in you so he could stay stuck in the present, he knew these last few precious hours was all he had left. And with that unescapable knowledge burning in his blood, he wondered if losing you was worth the opportunities waiting for him in America.

There would always be opportunities but… there was only one you. With that thought zapping him back into motion, he pushed you up against the humming wall of the elevator, his forearm rested by your head as he kept his other hand still delicately perched on your throat. He followed the lure of the vibration your pulse created, kissing the corner of your mouth and across to the edge of your jaw. Brushing his nose and lips languidly along your ear. “God, been waiting for this all night, kitten,” he growled.

You shuddered under his touch, fingers digging deep into the muscles of his bicep, anchoring yourself and hoping that Tetsurou could keep you here with him. You felt like you were floating, too much heat running through your body and head stuffed full of cotton. With a twist you tried to pull away from his seeking lips and teeth. “T’much, Tetsu,” you mumbled, tongue heavy from lust. He chuckled, “Yeah?” But he didn’t let up, his fingers flexing lightly around your neck. You gasped in response, arching eagerly under his commanding grip, and he met your mouth with a blistering heat and the lingering taste of unfiltered sake. Your hands drifted up, sinking into his poorly tamed hair, tugging at it in hopes to pull him deeper, so you could drink from his lips easier.

You were lightheaded, practically drunk from the sweet taste of alcohol and insistent kisses by the time Kuroo broke from you again. The elevator ride had felt like a paradox of seconds and hours. A swirling mass of stolen moments and grabbing hands. He pushed and you pulled your way along the hallway, stumbling and too focused on never letting one another go to look where you were stepping. The two of you were lucky it was so late, no one wandered the corridor to take in your debauched appearances. But to you he never looked more alluring, and to him you never looked more gorgeous. Once the door closed behind you all bets were off, everything sped up and the need increased, the pressure reaching unfathomable heights. Your dress was discarded as his fingers dragged against your soft skin. Pressing at curves he revealed and the rolls he loved so much. He gripped you, bit at your jaw and neck, and he breathed you in until he was high on your scent. Your nails scratched at his hard flesh as you pulled his clothes from his body, and he guided you to the bedroom.

Every time he caught your eyes, the look you were pinned with was nearly enough to steal what little breath you could capture. The way he stared was a dangerous mixture of lust and agony. Flames of deeper emotions desperate to escape and make themselves known, but he kissed your exposed skin instead, letting himself drown in the sin before him. Letting himself ache with the knowledge you would never know how he truly felt. The touch of his skin against yours caused a shudder to wrack your spine, and you squirmed against his seeking hands, a whimper rolling from your throat. “Tetsu, please, please, just…” you weren’t even sure what you were asking for, but when he guided you down onto the cool cotton sheets of the bed, you sighed with relief. “I got you, Kitten,” he hummed, soothingly, his knuckles brushing a line down your plush stomach. “I always got you.”

You let him take control, you let yourself fall slave to the sensations, and forget about any thoughts that had once been plaguing you. Instead, just the temptation of flesh took over your conscious. “Follow my lead,” he murmured against the curve of your breast, nipping sharply at the soft skin underneath. His hands cupped the fat of your thighs, parting them to rest his cock against your still clothed clit. You could feel him twitch with each beat of his heart, and your body responded in kind. Your hips canting upward of their own accord to find friction for you both, causing Kuroo to growl in appreciation as his lips closed around your nipple. Your body arced under him, one set of fingers digging deep into the tight skin of his back and the other twisting in the sheets. His eyes watched every shift of your emotions, every time your throat constricted, and every time your teeth sank into your lower lip. Hazel irises stared at you from underneath the mess he called hair, made even worse by your greedy hands from earlier. Those eyes made you burn alive, your walls clenching around nothing.

He braced himself against his forearm, raising himself above you as his other palm settled in a firm grip against the thick curve of your hip. He met the roll of your pelvis over and over, the head of his cock catching on your clit, making him pant and you gasp. “So pretty like this,” he sighed even as his head fell back on his shoulders and his thrusts became harder. The way his throat worked over the breaths he took and every time he groaned, made warmth pool lower in your gut and you knew your panties were far from salvageable. The way they slid against you, all slippery and wet with your fluids made you shiver especially when Kuroo’s head rolled to the side, and he looked at you from under those incredibly long lashes.

“Mmm, someone’s enjoying themselves,” he said with a flash of that arrogant captain’s smirk he still carried with him so many years later. “D-don’t point it out,” you whined, wriggling in his grasp. “Why? Did it make you embarrassed?” he said with a pout now puckering his lips even as his smile threatened to crack it again. You felt a heady mixture of shame and arousal flood through you, making you wetter, readier. “Mhm,” he answered for you while you trembled, reaching closer and closer to your first peak of the night. “Love it when you’re all shy and sloppy for me.” You wanted to snap back and deny every little teasing word that spilled from his sinful lips, but your muscles were tightening painfully, and your lungs were devoid of air. The only sounds you could make were wanton moans that heated the room to an unbearable level. You twisted beneath him violently, body bucking to encourage everything to break inside you. And it finally did, with a such an aggressive snap that your spine curved and froze, your scream broke into a silent rasp, and Kuroo slowed to a gentle rock to help the twitches fade from your muscles.

Everything was too much, body buzzing with too much energy, mind fuzzing with too much serotonin, and cunt throbbing with too much sensation. You wanted it to stop and yet, you hoped it never ended. You prayed that this very night would stretch into eternity, and just as you thought that you felt the graze of Kuroo’s thumb against your cheek and the trail of warm moisture left behind. “Don’t cry,” he murmured, slowing his rocking down until it ended completely. “Not for me, not over this.” Though his words sounded sure, his tone was weak and there was a fragility in his smile when you managed to clear your eyes. You offered him an equally broken grin, something waiting to be cobbled back together by the man above you. Only he could fix this situation. And yet, he had caused it, so there was no hope for your poor shattered heart. Your chest hitched as you swallowed back a sob.

“Just felt really good,” you lied, and he knew it, but he rolled with it because that was easier. “Did it now?” he whispered, kissing the rest of the tears from your face. You left his question unanswered, instead your hand traced down his side, nails skittering teasingly along his skin. Only to end with a gentle grasp around the base of dick. Tetsurou groaned, his body pitching toward you and head falling against the crook of your shoulder as his hips pulled back and pushed forward. The skin along his arms shuddered and goosebumps appeared while his frame spasmed under your hands. He fucked into the delicate grasp of your fingers and whispered words into your skin, so breathy and light beneath his moans that you had no hope to hear them. “Ngh, g’nna- fuck,” his hips rocked faster, and his cock twitched in your hand. “C’mon, do it. You know you want to cum on me,” you breathed with excitement.

That threw him headlong into the orgasm he was trying to edge, with no hope to control it he came with a snarl and sunk his teeth into your soft shoulder. He painted the gentle slope of your stomach white, marking you as his. He couldn’t help but look down and feel a sense of pride mixed with loss as he watched the viscous liquid spread along your flesh. Your hand slipped from him, bringing it to your lips to lick it clean and he watched with his dick trying to twitch valiantly back to life. “Damn, gonna have to keep myself busy,” he murmured to himself, he sent you that familiar smirk as he dropped down to where his cum cooled on your stomach.

He licked across it, nipping at the plush skin, cleaning you and relishing in the taste of himself mixed with the salt of your sweat. He nosed his way further down, trailing kisses along your eagerly twitching hips. His large palm came up to rest against your groin to keep you still as he worked his way around your panties. “Tease,” you huffed, and he met your adoring gaze. “Always,” he responded, and there was something in that word, which whispered eternity, something that reminded you of the intense pain twisting in your gut along with the fluttering warmth, and it made you frown again. Kuroo knew too and he hurried to distract you, hooking his finger in your soaked panties and dragging them down your thick legs. Gracing every few inches of skin he touched with a featherlight kiss until he at last reached your ankles. On the way back up his lips were sloppier, more open, there was more tongue and a flash of teeth here and there for a soft sting. It chased away the doubt for that moment, made you writhe under his hands as he spread your legs and rested between them.

He laved a stripe across the entirety of your pussy, swallowing the fluids waiting for him like it was the best liquor in the world. He settled in, watching you through hooded eyes as his tongue danced across your clit, drawing loose circles and half-assed kanji in the way he knew you liked. You felt your back arching, frantic to get more pressure, get closer, just. Get. More. “Ah, don’t rush, just lay back. I’ll get you there,” his hand pressed harder against your lower abdomen, pushing you back against the bed. Slowly he increased the tension as your moans slipped into babbling and your hands wound tight in his hair. His fingers worked you open right when your words turned into screams, and he curled them expertly to feel the resounding clench of your walls. He knew you so well, he knew every little tell and knew just what you needed when. He never left you wanting, Kuroo made sure of that.

His tongue pressed more insistently, the circles got tighter, he added suction, and his fingers scissored and stroked. He watched as you shook apart under him and fluids poured into his greedy mouth. “G-god fucking damn,” you hissed once you had control over your voice again, though your hips still jerked from the sparks shooting through you. Kuroo pulled off, eying you with that sleepy smoldering stare that made everything inside you open up and beg for more. Rocking back on his heels, he took the hand coated in your slick and spread it along his revived erection, thrusting into the sensation with a huff of impatience while his lids fell shut.

He inhaled sharply, choked up on the base, and muttered, “Shit, slow down.” You weren’t supposed to hear that, but you giggled, and he cracked an eye open to shoot you a grin. “I’m not even gonna apologize if I cum too soon, no one can blame me,” he growled, pressing into you with a sigh. You squealed, immediately clamping down on the intrusion in your excitement and causing Kuroo to swear as he almost pushed forward to fast. “Fuck, it’s almost like you want me to lose control,” he snarled through grit teeth, and you could hear his molars squeak when he lowered himself onto his forearms. “Relax for me, kitten.”

His thumb came down to gently pet your clit and you shuddered, breathing intently through your nose before your walls opened up. “Tha-at’s it, good girl,” he choked out as he sank in. “Always so fucking gorgeous under me.” The pace he set was slow, neither one of you too urgent now to get a taste of each other, and Testurou apparently trying to edge himself. You met his deep languid strokes, and each time he pressed inward he hitched his hips up to stroke along a part of your velvet insides that caused a white-hot flame to lick up your spine.

“God, Tetsu,” you moaned, his hand finding the one knitted in the sheets and weaving tightly between your fingers. His lips found yours, his eyes never leaving your face in the gloom. He kissed you until you couldn’t breathe, until you were sloppy and pliable beneath and begging for faster and harder. He indulged, fucking you until you were screaming and toes curling. “C’mon, I’m not cumming before you,” he panted, grinding his teeth as he hiked your knee over his shoulder and strummed your clit with his unoccupied hand. The other still held yours, squeezing tightly and pressing it high above your head until you felt tight like a bowstring. With the added insistent pressure at your clit, you rasped out a soft cry, your body clamping around him and he jerked forward, careful to steady himself by removing his hand from your cunt to place it on the bed.

He choked out a groan and shuddered as he reached the crest of orgasm and felt himself empty inside you. The room was silent save for the heavy rhythm of your combined panting when he pulled from you. You squeaked because of how swollen and sore you were, and he smiled apologetically. All levity from before, what little there had been, was gone. Now in the silence there was just the morning waiting for you. “Want to take a shower?” he asked slowly, voice soft and hesitant. The atmosphere felt fragile, but you nodded and joined him. The rest of the night was spent getting ready for bed, filled with soft kisses and still resolutely ignoring daybreak. He wrapped you in his arms as he felt your breathing finally even out. “Why didn’t you ask me to stay?” he whispered, and he let the tears come.

---- You woke to heat on your back and sun leaking through the shades. You frowned as you turned and squinted at the offending window that dared wake you. Then your frown deepened as you noticed the place where Kuroo should be sleeping. He wasn’t there…. Then it hit you and the crying started hard, so painfully hard, with shakes, screams, and hiccups. You curled into yourself as you realized he was gone. He had really left. Your hands grabbed at your head and nails sank into your scalp. The world stopped there it seemed, intent to prolong your agony. You had nowhere to be that day, nowhere to go. You could reach out to friends, but did you really want to pretend to be anything close to ok? So instead, you spent the early morning hours wallowing in misery until eventually your bladder pushed you out of bed. When you stepped into the bathroom a post-it waited for you, and you idly read it.

‘Hey Kitten, there’s so much I want to say, but the most important thing is to come down to cat café where our first date was at 10am.’ -Tetsurou You stood still for a moment, your hand shaking as you touched the post it. Why? Why would he want you to go to the café? You were frozen for a few minutes longer until you blinked yourself out of your stupor and ran into the bedroom check the time. “Fuck!” you screamed. The clock read 9:30am. You needed to book it, and not be naked. You quickly pulled on t-shirt and a pair of leggings. You were putting on your shoes by 9:40 and was out the door by 9:45 by the time you made sure you had everything.

You were going to be late. Was this a highly time sensitive thing? What did this mean? What did this fucking mean?! You felt like you were going to pass out as you ran as fast as you could, and you honestly weren’t sure if it was because you didn’t really run much or if it was because you were actively having an anxiety attack while running. Probably the second. That sounded like a bad idea. When you arrived you checked your phone and it was 10:15am and you were shaking, terrified that you were too late for whatever this was. That you’d missed out on whatever the last thing Kuroo had given you. “Kitten,” a voice said behind you.

You knew that voice, God you’d know that voice until you died. You’d dream of that voice. You trembled hand curling tightly around your cellphone. “Please don’t be hallucinating,” you whispered. “Turn around,” he said, and you could hear the smile in his voice. You turned with tears pricking at your eyes and you asked in a shaky voice, “Kuroo Tetsurou why aren’t you on a plane to America?”

“Because I found something worth staying for,” he responded, that smile wide and practically glowing. “I found you.”

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Soft, can I request a fem chubby darling reader riding yandere kokushibo for the first time? can you add something where he have a sensitive tip, and chest ( is this how you request? )

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He made it his duty to show you how much he loved you. His hands were always on you, either on your lower back or hanging over your shoulders. The ability to be close to you, unlike others, sets his brain and heart aflame. He craves the prying eyes of the rest of the world on you just so he could have an excuse to show off the bite he left that claimed you as his mate. He dreamed of the day he would get to show you off to the others. Show them all that after so long he found the one that could domesticate him. Could mutually claim him as theirs.

Spending the days with you by his side, his arms wrapped around you as you both slept, was the highlight of his existence. He felt like the sun was right beside him, gentle and soft, as he rested his head on top of your chest. Intimacy was solely this, cuddling and the occasional passionate kiss, nothing more. It wasn’t that he didn’t want to have sex with you. He found you desirable in all forms and the idea of being intimate with you had him growing warm under his clothes.

That’s why he couldn’t say no when you came up to him with a proposition. You undressed slowly, your falling clothes revealing your voluptuous body that lay bare to him. Every curve, bump, and plushie bit of skin was all on display for him to see. Your folds gave him nothing but temptation. He reached for you, hunger visible in his eyes as he took you in, but you quickly had your own hand wrapped around his throat and pushed him down onto your shared bed.

“Kokushibo, I want more of you.” You tighten your grip and watch his already pale skin grow lighter at the lack of oxygen. You pull down his pants to reveal his nude lower half.

“I want to have you inside me.” You pulled your underwear to the side and aligned his sex with your entrance. His dick throbbed with delight as it was met with cold air but the sight of your drenched pussy made blood rush into his groin.

It looked delectable, the slick that dripped from you made it more appetizing as you slowly rubbed his tip in between your folds. The sound had his heart thrumming inside his chest but once you finally plunged yourself onto him, his brain turned into complete mush. Your soft walls were tight around his length and milked him for all he had. He arched as you began to bounce up and down, his hips slapping against your own anytime you lowered yourself.

“I want you to cum inside me, Shibo.” You stopped your bouncing in return for rolling your hips.

“I want to have your babies, baby.” You lowered yourself so that your face was inches away from his own. His mouth hung open as he took a quick swipe at your mouth with his tongue. You gently caressed his bottom lip with your thumb.

“Breed me.” Any and all restraint that Kokushiob had was out the window.

He quickly picked himself from the bed and put you down on your back just to thrust violently into your sopping cunt. His cum coated both your insides and his length but it wouldn’t stop him. He wanted the family he never truly got to have nor enjoy when human. The idea of seeing your already plump body round with his children and your puffy pussy dripping with his seed at all hours had his cock twitching inside you.

Nothing but the sounds of skin against skin resonated across the room and the heavy panting that escaped Kokushibo’s mouth as he ensured his seed would not escape you. You pulled on his nipples as he continued to thrust into you. His chest was red from all of the teasing and abuse you unleashed onto it as he continued his relentless breeding. You honestly forgot how many times he had cummed already but you knew that if you wanted him to orgasm violently, you only needed to flick his nipples.

“Good boy! Good boy˜!” You let him suck on your breasts and play with your stomach all while he whined about how he wanted to come again, and again, and again.

Fucked dumb and dry, Kokushibo laid flat on his back as you sucked on his chest. Nipples red and bite marks all over his breast area, Kokushibo found comfort in the soft cooing you did. Compliments and praises made his insides do flips and his eyes gently flutter close as you continued your worship of his body. His heart, for the first time in a long time, told him that this was it. You were the one. You were his entire world and everything, including Muzan, came last. You and the family you were both going to have was his primary goal for the next century. For the next eternity.

He came with your name and drool dripping out of his mouth, his dick shooting blanks since you already milked him for everything that he had. He called out your name in prayer and pressed himself close to your body as you let him nurse on your breast. You speak softly till he drifts off to sleep. His dreams consisted of you holding your child with a pregnant belly that carried your second.

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running-ace21 · 1 year

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Copia’s Confession Pt. 1

Chubby Fem Reader x Copia

TW: weight gain, feeding, over eating, body image

You stood in front of your mirror pinching the soft roll of fat that had settled on your tummy. You weren't a skinny person, but you also weren't quite big enough to be properly categorized as chubby. Although, it seems as of late, you are starting to fill out and soften up a little. You continue to examine your body, looking and feeling for any other changes that might be going on.

"Amore!" Copia calls, "are you almost ready?"

You quickly pull your shirt down and take one last look in the mirror. "Coming!" You call out as you grab a button front sweater to pull over your shoulders.

The crisp fall air kisses your cheeks as it warms your senses. The smell of roasted almonds wafts through the air making you smile as you get a whiff. Copia notices and offers to buy you some. You happily agree and smile as you hold his arm as you walk towards the almond stand.

You walk through the park munching on your almonds as Copia tells you about the songs he's working on and the rough plan of how he wants the stage to be set up for the next upcoming tour. You genuinely found it interesting to listen to him tell you about these things, for the creative process has always intrigued you.

You reach into the paper cone that held your almonds and realize they are all gone. You smile bashfully at Copia feeling a little guilty you hadn't offered any to him. "It's ok, Tesoro. I know how much you like them." He smiles at you as he cups your cheek. The way he looks at you makes you feel like you are the only person on this earth that matters. "Well amore, I hope you are hungry. I made reservations at our favorite steak place." Your eyes lit up at the mention of the steakhouse.

The steakhouse was a small mom and pop place that had been around for as long as anybody can remember. Their cuts of steak were huge, most people being content with splitting an entree with someone else. In addition to the steaks, they also kept you supplied with endless potatoes and fresh bread bites.

"Mmmm, this is just so good!" You say as you smile while you chew your food. Copia looks at you happily. "I'm so glad you are enjoying this mi amore." He had stopped eating a few minutes back, a little less than half of his meal still sitting on his plate. You dab at your mouth with your napkin, you just having finished your last bite.

"Still hungry tesoro?" He looks at you and nudges his plate closer to you, giving you an approving nod.

You look at him for a moment before sliding his plate in front of you. The smile returns to your face again as you bite into the steak. Copia looks at you with excitement in his eyes. He loves watching you eat and get enjoyment out of food. He loves everything about you, but he's had the thought, a few times now, about what you would look like with more weight on your body. He's thought about feeding you your favorite foods, watching you enjoy them. He's also thought about feeding you past the point of being full. How your belly would be hard and round from the over indulgence.

He was brought back to reality when you released a small hiccup. Wildly embarrassed you quickly pull your napkin to your mouth as your cheeks begin to blush pink. "Excuse me," you say in a small voice. Copia waves a dismissive hand.

"Amore, you're almost done with the food." He says with surprise. "Yeah," you say as you lightly rub your tummy under the table, "I don't know that I could eat another bite."

"Aaagh, come on," Copia encourages casually, "it's just a few bites, it's not worth trying to take home for later." You nod and pick up your fork to try and get the last few bites down. You do it and you feel huge. Your tummy is pressing against the waistband of your pants and all you can hope is that the button holds strong.

"Good job, amore." Copia says as he squeezes your thigh. You rest there at the table for a few minutes before Copia offers to help you up from your seat. You gingerly stand, your belly bloated and uncomfortable from the rich and filling meal you just ate.

You looked down and could visibly see your belly round and pressing against your shirt. You locked your hand with Copia's as you made your way out of the restaurant. It was only a short walk back to the Abbey from here and you insisted to Copia that you were ok to walk home. Truth was, you hoped the walking would help keep things moving along in your digestive tract, desperately wanting some relief from the fullness you were feeling.

Copia could barely keep his eyes off of you. Every few moments he would find himself staring at your round belly. He had a smile on his face the whole walk and a hunger in his eyes. He needed to feed you, he needed to see you bigger.

Over the next couple of weeks Copia continued to subtly encourage you to have 2nds, sometimes even 3rds of your favorite foods and seemed to have a consistent supply of your favorite snacks on hand. Copia had a way of making you feel comfortable in your own skin, you had no problem being yourself around him.

You never felt like you had to hide your enjoyment of food or pretend like you weren't hungry so he wouldn't look at you like a disgusting glutton. All you felt from him was love and support.

Finally, the day you had been fearing in the back of your mind, was here. You went to button your pants and much to your despair, you couldn't get them to close. "Amore!," Copia called out in a sing-song voice. "I've got breakfast ready. I even have cinnamon rolls!"

You didn't answer right away, still trying to figure out what to do about your pants. You lay down on the bed and give it one more shot. Youre able to get your pants buttoned but they are uncomfortably tight. "Coming!" You call from the bedroom.

You make your way out to the kitchen and see that Copia went all out for Sunday breakfast. He had made you an omelet, a small strawberry crepe, some fruit, crispy bacon, and a cinnamon roll the size of a saucer. He crossed the kitchen and met you halfway, pulling you in for a kiss. "Good morning tesoro, I hope you're hungry."

Mixed emotions danced across your brain. The food looked amazing and smelled great too. You know how much effort Copia put into this and didn't want to disappoint him and not eat, but, you didn't know if your pants would even hold out for a bite of toast and a few sips of coffee.

Copia pulled a chair out for you and dished your plate up for you. You happily ate your breakfast, enjoying every bite. Copia was a wonderful cook.

Copia was wondering if you would attempt to eat all of the food he had prepared. He wanted to make enough that it provided a little bit of a challenge, but not so much that it would be a turn off or discouraging. He was pleasantly surprised to see you finish your plate and move onto the cinnamon roll.

You were a couple of bites into the cinnamon roll when your stomach let out a sound of protest. You were immediately embarrassed, though Copia did not show any signs of being phased by it. You knew you had over done it once again, but there was a part of you that liked indulging like this. The feeling of a full belly couldn't help but arouse you sometimes. You tried your best not to let yourself feel those feelings. You figured they weren't normal and feared that maybe they were even bad feelings to have.

You finished the last bite and leaned back in your chair. "Mmm, Copia, that was so good," you had your eyes closed and your hands were softly rubbing your tummy. Copia's eyes were ready to bug out at the sight of you.

You shifted slightly in your chair and when you did, you felt and hear a pop. The button on your pants couldn't hold anymore and had made its way across the room. You were horrified. You quickly got up from the table and hurried to your room covering your face with your hands.

Copia was on your heels. "Amore," he cooed as he came up behind you, wrapping his arms around you and kissing your hair.

"I guess the fun is over," you say dulley.

"What do you mean my love?"

You sigh. "You know, you giving me my favorite foods and treats whenever I want them." You look around the room awkwardly doing your best to avoid his eyes. You sigh again as you pull up your shirt and pinch at your belly. "Guess every action has a consequence."

"Mmm, si, but not all consequences are bad, amore." Copia gently brings a hand to your tummy. "You are just as beautiful as ever…maybe even more so now." You can't believe the words that he is saying. He actually likes your chub?

"So, you like this?" You ask with uncertainty. Copia nods. "Very much amore. I wouldn't mind….seeing more of it?" Copia was cautious in his suggestion. When you didn't protest, he continued. "I love watching you eat and enjoy yourself. I especially love watching you stuff yourself." You blush and so does he. "I'd love to fill your beautiful tummy up with all of your favorite foods and then show you how much I love you afterwards. And…if you were ok with it, I would delight in any extra weight you might gain on these endeavors."

#copia #chubby fem reader #weight gain #feeding kink #ghost #belly worship

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nana1000night · 2 years

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I know I've saying this so many times

But I truly love the au is about we have three Barnes brothers you know. They probably all are in military or CIA (I was thots ICA, thanks to Agent 47😌😌)

I even made their own names👀👀

Jamie is a ladies man, cocky and flirty. They called him “Sergeant Barnes”

Jacob, a.k.a winter soldier, he's been trained as the spy to Soviet, his assassinated skills are impressive, simple, fast and fetal. When he's on his mission, he speaks Russian in most time. The code from CIA is “winter soldier ”, Soviet named him as “The Soldat”

I name his middle name as Boris because the naming website told me this name means “wolf” and been used in Russian and Romanian so…🥺

Jacob is not interested in social, he seldom speak. It's his nature and his brothers both know that. He's a tender and silent man.

Bucky is the grumpy one, though his personality is between his other brothers, he still more harsh to everyone.

He's another Sergeant Barnes, but after he came to Wakanda with Captain America, he got a new code：“White Wolf”

You're their neighbor and you're younger than the brothers.（about 5 years）

You're shy, insecure and chubby. You didn't know those body parts you dislike are their favorite.

Jamie love your breast, he wants to die in those soft fresh and he'd dies in happy.

Jacob loves your waist and tummy, he wants to lay on your lap, enjoy your finger comb his hair and listening your voice. The voice pull him out of the hell and dark memories, those rambling, small things always make him feel like a human.

Bucky loves your plump thigh, he miss those the most sensitive and sofest touch, he lived for it. He could buried his head between your thighs all day long. No need to sex, just nibbles your soft inner thigh,rubbing his scent on those fresh to mark them. When the nightmare bothered him again, he need to hug your thighs to fell asleep.

#nana's bubble #bucky barnes #winter soldier #40s bucky #bucky barnes x female reader #chubby fem reader

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letstalkaboutfandomsbaby · 7 months

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clone - a - willy

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ʚ Gojo Satoru x Chubby Fem Reader ɞ

❥ Summary: You've been paired up with Gojo Satoru for a class and you've developed a crush on him. After his fraternity holds a "Clone-a-Willy" fundraiser, and your friend buys you a dildo of his dick, your feelings grow stronger. You just hope he never finds out...

❥ Word Count: 4.2k

❥ CW: chubby fem reader, smut, female masturbation, oral sex (fem receiving), penetrative sex (penis in vagina), petnames (princess, pretty), biting

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Smart. Handsome. Rich. Gojo Satoru was all these things, and now he was your lab partner.

You were shocked when you were given the assigned seat next to him and told that you would be partners for the semester. He was so polite too, nothing like the usual frat boys you met in your other classes.

“I’m Gojo Satoru! Nice to meet you! Let’s work hard this semester!”

God, his cheerfulness was intoxicating. No wonder you developed a crush on him during your first meeting.

It was just a little crush, nothing to sneeze over, but your roommate noticed how your disposition changed in just a couple weeks. She teased you endlessly, asking for details about the infamous Gojo Satoru of Alpha Phi. She’d heard rumors, just like you, of how he was a playboy and a huge flirt, but you hadn’t experienced that in class yet, much to your roommate’s disappointment.

“Damn, I was really hoping he was an ass like everyone said, you know, just so you could say the rumors are true about frat boys.”

You shrugged it off, just grateful that Gojo was kind to you and helpful during your labs together.

But things changed when Alpha Phi held a fundraiser.

You didn’t hear much about it until you got back to your dorm after the day’s classes and had to listen to your roommate gush about the event.

“You would not believe what they did this year!” You sighed, taking off your shoes by the door.

“What did they do?”

Your roommate didn’t reply. Instead she reached into her bag and pulled out… a dildo?

“What—”

“They did a Clone-A-Willy fundraiser!”

You stared, shocked at the tan silicone toy, blinking rapidly.

“They… sold dildos?”

“That are copies of their own dicks!”

You kept staring, shocked, unsure of what to say.

“This is Geto Suguru’s dick. Isn’t it big? God, I can’t wait to use it.”

“I—”

“But don’t worry!” she interrupted, going back into her bag and pulling out yet another large dildo. “I got one for you too! Guess whose it is.”

Your eyes widened, jaw dropping.

“No—”

“Yes! It’s the Gojo Satoru’s dick in dildo form! Surprise! Happy birthday, happy New Year’s, happy whatever holiday you wanna celebrate!”

Your hand went to your mouth, trying to cover your expression.

“You didn’t.”

“Oh, I totally did. Gojo was out there selling em too, flirting with all the girls who bought his toy. And there were a lot of them too, I actually got one of the last ones just for you!”

“Ashley… This is insane. I can’t accept this.”

“What? Why not? I got it just for you. You don’t have to worry about the cost, I’m not gonna make you pay me back—”

“No! No, I… Ashley, he’s my lab partner. This is so inappropriate.” She rolled her eyes.

“Oh, come on, Y/N. It’s nothing to worry about. You have a crush on him, we both know that, but unless you’re gonna start coming out of your shell and actively flirt with him, you’re never gonna get that dick. This will give you the chance to experience his dick without committing to the guy.” You rubbed your hand over your face.

“Ashley… This is so wrong…”

“Oh, Y/N, please calm down. Why are you getting so upset over this? It’s just some harmless fun. If Gojo didn’t want people to use these dildos, he wouldn’t have made them in the first place. He’s okay with it.”

“But—”

“Look,” she started, opening your nightstand drawer, “you don’t have to use it if it really makes you uncomfortable, but I can’t take it back so you might as well keep it just in case.”

You couldn’t fight her on this, not when she gave those pathetic puppy dog eyes, pleading for forgiveness.

“Alright, fine. But I’m not going to use it!”

That’s what you told her. That’s what you told yourself. But you found yourself drawn to the girthy toy in your nightstand. The next time you had the dorm to yourself, you took it out and examined it in detail. It was thick, your hand barely able to wrap around it, and it was long too, long enough to reach deep inside you, hit all those spots that your stubby fingers would never be able to reach…

It shouldn’t have come as a surprise when you used the toy that same day, fucking yourself vigorously with it, making yourself whine. It felt so fucking good, filling you up so nicely, making you cum over and over again.

You cleaned and hid the toy before your roommate came back, and you promised yourself it wouldn’t happen again.

You were very good at lying to yourself. Every chance you got alone, you were grabbing that toy, fucking yourself nice and deep in between your classes. You’d started imagining Gojo there with you, fucking you good, praising you all the while for taking his fat cock. You felt guilty for it, but you couldn’t help but moan his name quietly, wishing he was there to treat you right. Would he be slow and sweet? Or hard and fast? Would he call you a good girl or his precious little slut? Would he make you cream or squirt? Your thoughts swirled endlessly as you came on the toy once again, pulling it out and panting hard.

This was getting out of hand. You couldn’t be developing feelings for your lab partner like this. He even began to notice a change in you.

“Is something wrong?” he asked one day in the library while you were working on your project together. You cleared your throat, shying away when he leaned in closer towards you. God, his cologne smelled so good—

“I’m fine,” you lied, swallowing hard. You couldn’t look at him after what you had done the day before, after you had ridden his dildo for close to half an hour, cumming almost a dozen times. You couldn’t stop wondering if he would ever try to make you feel that good.

“You sure? You’ve been acting off the last few classes, and you’re not talking as much as usual.” He leaned forward into your line of sight, smiling softly, speaking quietly. “Look, if something’s wrong, we can reschedule. Maybe we could go someplace less stressful and not as packed? Maybe the lobby of the physics building? Or we can go to your dorm if that makes you comfortable?”

Here he was, being so sweet and considerate, and all the while you were masturbating to the thought of him using a dildo that was a literal copy of his dick. You felt so ashamed, and yet the thought alone was currently turning you on, making your legs clench.

“It’s okay. I can keep working.” He gave an unsure frown but nodded.

“Alright, if you say so, but I’m serious about working somewhere quieter next time. Maybe it’d be easier to finish this at your dorm. That way you’re comfortable and not as stressed about finishing this.” You smiled at him genuinely.

“Thank you, Gojo. We can go to my place tomorrow. My roommate has classes till five, so maybe we could meet right after lunch? That should give us enough time to finish what we don’t get done today.” Gojo smiled back at you, and you swore you could feel your heart skip a beat.

“Sounds good. We could meet up for lunch if you want. I have a class at ten but then I’m free the rest of the day.”

You felt your heart pound, and you nodded a bit too enthusiastically.

“Yeah, that sounds great.”

So, that’s what you did. You met at your chemistry building before walking to an on-campus cafe. You had a quick lunch, mostly talking about your project and your respective classes before you made your way to your dorm.

“Here it is,” you said after you unlocked the door, opening it wide and walking inside. You both discarded your shoes by the door before locking it and heading farther into your room.

“Nice place,” Gojo stated, looking around at the posters you had on the wall. “You like this band too?”

“Oh, them? Yeah, I’ve been a fan for a few years.”

“Really? That’s crazy. I haven’t met anyone on campus yet who likes em. What a coincidence,” he said with a toothy grin. You felt your heart flutter, but you shook your head and took out your laptop, plugging it in and sitting at your desk.

“Yeah, what a coincidence…”

The two of you started working quickly, you at your desk, Gojo on your bed with his own laptop. You were pretty quiet, making the occasional comment about your work before going back to silence. It was about an hour later when Gojo pushed his laptop to the side, lying back and stretching.

“Man, I’m beat! Thank God this project is pretty much done. I don’t know how much more I can take.”

You hummed, glancing over at him, just to find him on his phone.

“Damn, I’m at 20%. Do you have a charger I could borrow?”

“Uh, yeah. Check the drawer on my nightstand.”

You didn’t realize what you said until the nightstand drawer opened.

“W-Wait—”

It was too late. Gojo had already pulled out the toy and proceeded to stare at it. You could feel your face burn as you stood up.

“I-It’s not what you think! My roommate got it for me as a joke!” He kept staring as he sat up, making you panic. “I-I haven’t even used it! It’s just been sitting in there collecting dust, ha ha!” Gojo hummed, scraping his nail along the toy.

“Something weird is dried on it…”

Fuck, you must not have cleaned it well. You rushed to his side, pulling the dildo away from him and hiding it behind your back.

“Look, I know this is weird, and I’m super sorry, but I promise it’s just a joke! Nothing’s happened, we can just go back to studying and—”

“Y/N,” he said low, standing up to his full height, looking down at you. “Be honest with me. Have you used that toy before?”

You felt like you were backed into a corner. Your stomach was flipping like crazy, making you sweat. You couldn’t answer him, couldn’t do anything but look down at the floor.

“Have you… thought about me while you did it?”

You still couldn’t answer, but you felt yourself shrink in on yourself. You could see his fists clench and unclench in your line of sight. Fuck, he was mad, he must’ve been. Why else would he be so quiet? Maybe he was disgusted with you. Maybe he would yell at you and stomp out. Shit, what if he told your secret to all his friends? What if you became the laughing stock of your university?

“Y/N. Look at me.”

You hesitantly looked up, meeting his icy blue gaze. You were about to apologize, beg him not to say anything to anyone, promise to do all the work the rest of the semester if he would just keep quiet. But you didn’t have the chance to.

Before you could blink, Gojo leaned forward and kissed you.

Your eyes widened, hands dropping the dildo behind you as his lips moved against yours. Your hands instinctively went to his chest—you could feel his muscles through his shirt—nails digging into the fabric. His hands found your waist, pulling you to him, hips pressed together. You pulled away when he licked at your lip, staring up at him, cheeks burning.

“I… I don’t understand,” you whispered, eyes searching his face. He was blushing, glowing when he smiled down at you.

“I got a confession to make, Y/N.” His arms circled your waist, keeping you flush to him. “I’ve kinda been crushing on you all semester.”

Your eyes widened, jaw going slack.

“You… what?”

“I can’t help it!” he exclaimed, holding up his hands. “You’re just so sweet and nice and smart and pretty! I’m sorry for throwing this on you, really I am, but I can’t keep it to myself anymore.”

You shook your head, taking a step back.

“This isn’t funny, Gojo. Don’t play with my feelings.”

“I’m not, I swear! Here, look at me,” he said, taking your hands and looking deep into your eyes. “I really like you, Y/N. I’m sorry I didn’t say it till now, but I’m telling the truth.”

“You… you mean it? You’re not joking around?”

“No, Y/N. I would never joke about this. I swear to God, I like you so much that it’s keeping me up at night.”

You couldn’t believe it. The Gojo Satoru was confessing to you. Not even in your best dreams did you think this would be happening to you.

“Hey,” he whispered, pulling you closer, leaning towards you. “Is it okay if I prove how much I like you?”

“P-Prove?” you stuttered, picking up on his flirting. He nodded, pulling you to his chest again, arms flying around your waist.

“Wanna show you how much I like you.”

You hesitated, feeling your skin burn, your cunt clenching in anticipation.

“O-Okay… you can sh-show me.”

“Yeah? Pretty girl wants me to show her how crazy she makes me?” You stifled a whine, nodding quickly, only making his smirk grow. “Good. How about you get on the bed for me?”

You found yourself complying with his demands, inching towards the bed and sitting on top, waiting for his next move. He stood between your legs, staring down at you for a good long while before his hands went down to your hips.

“Can I take these off?”

You nodded, letting him unbutton your jeans, lifting your hips so he could slide them off. Your jeans and panties were discarded onto the floor, and Gojo fell to his knees.

“Your thighs are so warm and soft,” he muttered, kneading your legs, making you leak. “I love seeing how they squish when you sit down. I’ve thought about laying my head on them way too much.”

With that, he rest his forehead against your thighs, nuzzling into you, humming to himself. He pressed a gentle kiss to your thigh, making you inhale sharply, squeezing your legs shut tighter. He clicked his tongue, weaving his hand between your legs.

“Don’t hide from me, princess. I wanna show you how I feel.”

He pulled apart your thighs, spreading them wide, revealing your chubby pussy to him. He sighed, leaning forward to place a kiss on your upper pussy, nosing his way down between your legs. He kissed your pudgy pussy lips, flicking his tongue against them, making you tremble. His slender hands trailed up your thighs, peeling apart your pussy lips, revealing yourself to him.

“Oh God… your pussy… it’s so pretty,” he spoke in disbelief, staring at you. You felt yourself grow embarrassed, squirming under his gaze.

“Please… don’t—hah!”

His tongue darted out, flicking your clit with the tip. His blue eyes stared up at you, watching your expression contort as his tongue flattened against your clit, licking it fully. He moved it up and down languidly, blinking slowly as he gained a rhythm. After a minute, he began drawing patterns—circles and figure eights. At one point you wondered if he was spelling his name because you could’ve sworn he was writing in cursive with his tongue.

You soon became a moaning mess, resting back on your elbows, hips twitching into his mouth. You gasped when you felt his finger prod at your entrance, circling it, dipping in just the tip before pushing in down to the knuckle.

“God, you’re so tight, too. How in the world did you fit my dildo inside? Fuck, just thinking about you masturbating with it turns me on like crazy.”

“I-I’m sorry f-for using the t-toy!” you whined, voice pitching when he curled his finger, hitting your g-spot.

“Don’t apologize, princess. I think it’s so fucking hot. I was hoping you would show up that day to get one, but I must’ve missed you.”

“It-It was from my f-friend.”

“Ahh, nice friend, getting you such a nice toy to play with. Shit, if I had known you were using my dildo, I would’ve confessed a lot fucking sooner. So much time wasted.”

He added a second finger, pumping the two of them in and out at a steady pace. You could hear how wet you were, your cunt clenching around his fingers as he thrust them into you. You fell back on the bed, back arching as you felt pressure build inside you.

“Oh my God… you’re pulsing around me. You gonna cum? Ya gonna cum on my fingers? Fuck, I want you to, please, I want it so bad.”

His mouth went back to your clit, forming an ‘O’ shape around it, sucking harshly. The action made you squeal, hands finding his hair, tugging at the white strands. You only made him moan against you, the vibrations sending you into a frenzy. His combined efforts were putting you through a whirlwind of sensations, hurtling you towards your peak.

“G-Gojo, please, I-I-I—”

“Go on, pretty. Let go for me. Wanna see you cum on my fingers.”

That was it. That was enough to send you over the edge. Your breath hitched, mouth falling open as you came. You gushed around his fingers, back hurting from how hard it was arching off the bed, thighs clenching next to his cheeks. The moment passed, and you could feel yourself coming down from your high.

But he didn’t stop.

You cried out, begging him to let up, to slow down, but he wasn’t listening. He kept sucking at your clit, fingers pumping quickly, making you climb towards another climax far too quickly.

“Gojo, Gojo! Please, stop, I-I can’t! Please, I—ah!”

It was too late. You were cumming again, trembling under his hold. His mouth and fingers slowed down, helping you down from your peak, guiding you back to Earth. He released your clit, pulling away, a string of spit connecting him to your cunt.

“Holy shit. That was good. Do you always cum like that or was it because of me? Wait, don’t answer that, I don’t know if my ego can take it.”

You giggled, breathless, eyes traveling from the ceiling to between your legs where Gojo was sucking your slick off of his fingers, moaning at the taste.

“God, and you taste good too. Not fair!”

You both laughed. You sat up, reaching for him. He got up, complaining for a moment about his knees hurting before he leaned down to kiss you sweetly, his tongue prodding into your mouth. You opened up for him, deepening the kiss, moaning into him. You felt good, really good, and you wanted to keep things going.

You pulled away, staring up at him lustfully.

“Do you wanna keep going?” you asked, batting your eyelashes at him. He blushed, huffing out a laugh.

“God, I do, I really fucking do, but…” He sighed, hanging his head. “I don’t have any condoms.”

“That’s okay,” you replied quickly. “I’m on the pill.”

His head whipped up, almost busting your lip in the process.

“Really?! And you’re okay with having sex without a condom?” You nodded, making him smile. “Jeez, and here I thought you couldn’t get anymore perfect.”

He stood up, pulling his shirt off, revealing his chiseled physique. He undid his belt, eyeing you the whole time he pulled down his zipper and pushed his pants down. It was all very sexy until he tried to kick off his pants, tripping over them and stumbling to the side, catching himself on your nightstand. You covered your mouth, stifling your laughter. He chuckled as well, brushing himself off even though he was blushing hard.

Gojo joined you on the bed, helping you out of your shirt and bra, letting you lie down and relax against your pillow. He massaged your thighs as he spread them open.

“You’re sure you’re okay?” You nodded, humming in confirmation. He nodded back at you, holding the base of his cock and directing it towards your cunt. “Okay… I’m gonna put it in.”

He pushed the head of his cock into you, hissing quietly at the tight fit. He stopped once the head was in, glancing at you to make sure you were okay. When you nodded at him, he pushed in further, moving slow, steadily, purposefully. Once he bottomed out, he let out a shaky sigh, laughing lightly.

“You’re… you’re tighter than I thought,” he huffed, already out of breath as he met your gaze. “I-I’m gonna move now.”

He pulled back, leaving in just the tip before pushing back in slow, savoring every ribbed inch of your cunt. He pulled out again, pushing in faster, beginning a steady pace.

“Oh… Oh wow. You feel… so much better than I thought you would.”

“Yeah? You like it?” you asked, voice small and sweet.

“Mm-hm. Never thought I’d get to do this, ya know. I thought you’d reject me if I confessed to you.”

“Really?” you asked, eyes widening. He nodded, moving a little faster, making you moan. “I… I had a crush on you from the first moment we met…”

“You did?” You nodded, making him huff. “No way… no fucking way. You liked me all this time? You didn’t just wanna fuck me?”

“N-No… You’re so sweet and nice… I thought you were so cool, Gojo, too cool for me.”

“What? No way… If anything, you’re too cool for me.” He moved faster, making you bounce along the bed. “You’re so fucking smart. I don’t have a clue what’s happening in class half the time, but you do. And you’re so pretty too. You’re way out of my league.”

Your cunt clenched around him and he groaned, moving from his hands down to his forearms, leaning closer towards you. You moved forward and kissed him gently, making him moan in your mouth, tongues dancing as he slowed his pace just a bit. He savored feeling your lips against his, petting your hair, marveling at its texture. He pulled away to stare down at you as he started moving faster again, pumping his cock in and out of you, making you gasp.

“You’re so fucking beautiful,” he mumbled, glancing over your figure. “I love your body. I love your curves. You have no idea how many times I’ve jerked off thinking about you.”

“G-Gojo—”

“Please, call me Satoru. Wanna hear you say my name.” You swallowed, cupping his cheeks.

“S-Satoru… It f-feels good!”

“Yeah? Feels good? What feels good, baby?”

“Your cock… It feels so good inside me…”

“Yeah? Better than that silly dildo, right? Do I fuck you better than that little toy?”

“Mm-hm! So much better!”

His eyes rolled back and he thrust faster, hands traveling over your form. He palmed at your breast, pinching and pulling your nipple, making you whine. His mouth found your other nipple, sucking hard, making you perk up in his mouth. His tongue rolled around your nipple, mouth slobbering on it. He moved his mouth to your other nipple next, his hands moving to your belly, squeezing and molding it.

“You’re so fucking soft,” he whispered in disbelief. “How are you so fucking soft?”

“I mean… I-I moisturize…”

“But still… I’ve never felt skin as soft as yours. I kind of envy you,” he said with a laugh, making you laugh as well. “God, and your giggle. It’s so fucking cute. I just wanna bite you.” You bit your lip, looking up at him innocently.

“You… you can bite me… if you want…” His eyes widened.

“Fuck, say less.”

He dipped down towards your neck, kissing and licking at it before digging his teeth into you, biting down. You moaned at the feeling, his cock pumping even faster now that he was latched onto your neck. He sucked hard, hands rubbing your plush tummy as he fucked you harder. He pulled back with a loud ‘pop’, admiring the mark he left behind.

“Fuck, I… shit, I think I’m gonna cum. Can I cum in you, pretty thing? I know that’s a lot to ask, but I can’t fucking stand it.” You nodded quickly, moving your hand between your legs to rub your clit.

“Y-Yeah… you can cum in me.”

Satoru groaned, pushing your hand away and replacing it with his own, moving his fingers quickly to get you to the edge. You moaned, throwing your head back into the pillow, hips bucking up to meet his. You rocked against each other, moaning each other’s names, begging and pleading for God knows what as you simultaneously reached your highs. His hips lost their rhythm, moving faster, more erratically. The unpredictable rhythm made you climax, nails digging into Satoru’s pale back as you came. He followed right after, groaning low as he released inside you. He almost collapsed on top of you as he came, bracing himself on his forearms so he wouldn’t crush you. His hips twitched, the last bit of cum spilling from his cock and filling you up.

The two of you were panting, rubbing your noses against each other as you came down from your highs. He eventually pulled out, watching his cum leak from your abused cunt, smiling softly. He fell to your side, sighing, pulling you towards him and kissing your cheek.

“So,” he started, smiling at you, “guess you won’t be needing that dildo anymore, huh?”

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suguruplsr · 2 months

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i feel like a small kink-that-isn’t-such-a-kink-but-i’m-calling-it-a-kink that kento has is watching you squirm from overstimulation.

specifically your hands during sex.

“move ‘em.” kento grits out, voice shaky as he fucks you from behind. you whine at his command, ignoring it and holding onto the blanket underneath you just a bit tighter. he watches how your fingers crunch the fluffy fabric, body trembling once he gives you a thrust that rubs your g-spot. you mewl, head falling onto the bed with a force on the back of it. his larger hand slides from your head down to your chin, turning it sideways against the bed. “what did i say sweetheart?” he mumbles, halting his movement. his soaked cock stays full into you, wet and sticky cum mushed around where you two meet. you whimper, trying to push back. his tip nudges where you need him, but your wanton moan is greeted with a spank of your ass.

“you’re not listening, hm?” kento quips, rubbing your hot ass cheek and leaning down. your back further arches, “s-sorry, just..” you try to explain yourself, but the teetering moans leaving you as his dick rocks into you do you no justice. “my baby’s so needy..” kento smiles, kissing the side of your cheek, his peppered kisses going down below your jaw, a slick of wetness in its wake. “c’mon sweetie, let go f’me.” he coos in your ear, fresh regal cologne filling your senses. you purse your lips, following his words obediently and letting your hands relax. you didn’t even realize how hard you had clutched onto the bed, hands aching a bit and fingers red.

swiftly, your face is turned straight into the blanket, hands pulled behind you and wrists locked by just one of your lover’s hands. without words, kento begins pounding your cunt how your need it, loud squelches and sounds of the mess that you two have made. your whines and moans fill kento’s head, his eyes stuck on how your ass jiggles with each thrust into you. the skin slowly brightening with juices that leave your soaping pussy. however, his view trails up, feeling your wiggling fingers scratch at his hand. god, you’re so cute. even if he can’t see your lewd expressions, he just knows you’re losing every bit of sobriety you had left, letting yourself go dumb on his cock. your fingers stretch before digging into his skin, but with the thick head of his cock angling just too good, they widen again, matching the sound of your higher moans. “please! please! please— make me cum!” your words rip through you, sobbing and shaking. kento groans, he can get used to studying you like this..

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ta3baee · 4 months

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✧˚ Most of these fics will include nsfw unless stated otherwise.

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chososdiscordkitten · 1 month

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Are You A Chick?!

artist: @kcokaine_ on twt

Synopsis: Gojo gets turned into a woman for a few hrs and reader nd him get down to fun activities ^-^

Pairing: Fem!Gojo x Fem!Reader Content: established relationship, unexplained gender bending, GOJUSSY :D , wlw, use of his/her regarding gojo, fingering (f gojo receiving), oral (f gojo receiving), squirting (gojo), SCISSORING🤩✂️, dirty talk, god I love women

MDNI

You were lying on your shared bed, bored, scrolling on your phone, waiting for your boyfriend to come home from work. You were about to call him to ask why he was so late. Only you heard the front door of your apartment opening- bolting off the bed to greet him at the door.

Halting your steps when you saw a smaller version of Satoru standing in the kitchen.

Wearing the now oversized clothes you saw Satoru leave the apartment in that morning. You squint your eyes, scanning his face and noticing it was much softer.

His jawline not half as sharp, poutier lips and a smaller nose- his face looked so similar, only it had a more feminine look to it. His eyes were the only thing that stayed the same- big and adorned with thick white lashes.

“Don’t say a word.” Satoru spoke- his voice a higher pitch and with a suede purr.

You furrowed your eyebrows, seeing Satoru reach out a much smaller hand than you expected- “Are you a chick?” you parted your lips- amused at how the blush started to rise on your boyfriend’s cheeks.

Satoru huffed- a bitchy sigh with his hip popped slightly. “It’ll only last for a few hours.” you huffed- entertained at the feminine voice Gojo spoke in.

Though he was usually taller and broader, his clothes were too large for his now more petite frame.

You darted your eyes down to her chest- Small pebbles peaked beneath Gojo’s tshirt, his small breasts forming two tents beneath the fabric. Widening your eyes and realizing that this was real.

“Can I touch them?” you asked, the corners of your lip curled up- thinking about how sensitive Satoru was generally. You wanted to discover how sensitive your boyfriend was in a woman’s body.

Satoru scoffed- sounding just like you’d expect him to as a woman, bitchy and bordering on a bimbo tone.

Your boyfriend shook off the oversized jacket- showing you just how much smaller he was now.

Gojo furrowed his eyebrows- small and effortlessly perfect, pushing out her tits and looking at you with a pouty glossed lip.

You reached your hands out eager to feel your boyfriends breasts. “Should I be concerned that the first thing you wanna do when I get home is feel me up?” Gojo laughed- a soft giggle coming from her throat.

Scoffing as you placed your hands beneath Gojo’s braless tits, “If I came home the opposite gender- what would the first thing you do be?” you scoffed, Parting your lips and grabbing what you could from her chest.

Perky and no bigger than an A cup. But her tits filled your palms perfectly.

Your thumb took an exploratory swipe at the little bud formed beneath the t-shirt. Earning a light, pretty huff from Satoru’s lips, flashing your eyes back up at him with a glimmer circling your pupil.

You raised your eyebrows- a greedy smile forming on your lips at all the thoughts that raced through your mind. “Can I fuck you?” You grinned, watching the blush on Satoru’s cheeks deepen.

It took very little for Gojo’s lips to snap to yours- feeling the petite woman before you trying to take the reins from your hands- but all it took was one little grope at her ass to make Gojo compliant.

Guiding Satoru back into your bedroom with your hands roaming beneath the hem of his shirt- grasping at the soft skin beneath the fabric with pretty whimpers falling from her lips onto yours.

Pulling away from Satoru’s lips when you settled him to sit on the edge of the bed.

Her lips pulled to the side, a soft ‘tsk’ leaving them as Satoru looked up at you. “Why does it feel like you’re more into this than normal?” Your gender-bent boyfriend bitched at you as you slipped off your shirt.

Placing your hands onto the sides of Satoru’s chunky cheeks, pressing soft kisses onto the puffy lips of her face and guiding her to scooch up the bed.

You grinned, placing your hands on the edge of Gojo’s shirt. “What does it feel like?” changing the conversation as you pulled Satoru’s shirt off his body. Hanging your mouth open and seeing the sight before you.

Not in a million years could you picture the portrait that was painted before you.

Satoru’s bottom lip pouted, a roaming blush forming on her chest and pink hardened nipples greeting you.

“Feels like I’m gettin’ pawed at.” Satoru scoffed, pressing her lips back onto yours and feeling your hands rest on his hips, dipping your fingers beneath the band of the oversized sweats and rolling them off. Feeling Satoru’s hands mimic the movement on your own bottoms.

Only this time- compared to the hundreds of others, Satoru’s hands had a soft, delicate touch.

Satoru had you pinned as he naturally did, on your back and your legs spread with her hips resting between them. Satoru tugged your bottoms off as his delicate lips moved against yours.

Feeling Gojo do the same, leaving him bare and waiting for something to happen- trying to recall what he usually does whenever he isn’t a woman- trailing his smaller hands from your side to your inner thigh.

You scoffed- “This isn’t about me ‘toru.” you smiled, pulling his hands from your thigh and intertwining your fingers with her slim ones. Looking at the soft expression your boyfriends feminized face held.

“You don’t wanna know what it feels like for me?” you grinned, trailing the tips of your fingers against her rib cage- causing a shuddering exhale to leave his lips.

Satoru bit her lip, feeling the warmth between her legs twitch from your offer.

You trailed your hand between her thighs, reaching the drenched center Satoru had ignored between his legs till now.

Watching her mouth inhale sharply, batting his white eyelashes closed as you lightly traced your middle and ring finger against her core.

It took very little for Gojo to straddle your thighs, leaning an arm back and planting it on your calf. Giving you an unobstructed view of your boyfriends pretty, glistening cunt.

As pretty and leaky as his cock was- this gave you a different kind of shiver down your spine from how fucking gorgeous he looked right now.

Your hands rubbing softly on Satoru’s thighs, looking up to her shy expression.

Satoru was a talker typically- teasing and being able to act on his horny threats just to make you blush. But now Satoru held her tongue, shy eyes avoiding your gaze. And squirming at the light grips you’d make against his thighs.

And when her hips had ground down- instinctively as though you had cock for him.

Or when your hands finally reached his pale inner thighs- you swore you could hear a slight shudder take the shape of a whimper leave Gojo’s throat. The prettiest sound you had yet to hear from him.

He would let out pretty sounds generally, but this- this was something different. More defined, and less throaty. Almost as angelic as the pretty white lashes fanning over Satoru’s blushing cheeks.

His hand urging you with a light squeeze at your thigh. When you finally traced the pad of your thumb against the little glistening pearl that you had neglected for what felt like an eternity to Satoru;

As though it was unwillingly, tossing her head back with a nibbled lip. Even the curve of her neck was fucking pretty.

Dissolving into the feeling of your gentle thumb against his clit. His grip against your thigh turned to a squeeze with urge as you made more teasing circles against him with a hand on his pale thigh.

Between a breathy moan, Satoru looked back to you- “It’s unfair that you get to feel this all the time.” she huffed as you applied a little more pressure to the sensitive nub.

“Just wait till I make you cum-” you huffed with a smile, watching Satoru’s effeminate face churn with pinched eyebrows at your words.

You raised your hand from his thigh- placing it flat, right where his womb would be. “Do you feel it building right here?” you asked in a murmur, looking up at your pretty boyfriend with amazed eyes.

Satoru only nodded quickly- her plush lip tucked between pearly teeth and eyes closed. Your thumb making hastier circles and watching Satoru’s chest heave with eyes full of wonder.

Your hand traced to her bent hip, lightly squeezing at the malleable skin and watching the face Satoru made as you drew an orgasm out of her. The tips of your ring and middle finger circling at the taut entrance that seeped nectar.

Satoru gasped when the pad of your thumb caught the very tip of his clit. Snapping one of his slender hands onto your shoulder as a brace. And your lips being right at the level of his perky tits- your lips parted and latched onto the puffy pink nipple on her chest.

The whimpers that left Gojo’s throat were far too genuine- knowing how unashamed he was about them normally, the ones he let out now would be equally as unashamed.

Satoru’s lips parted in a small ‘o’- stuttering over every other moan as your thumb rubbed harsher circles against him. Your tongue lapped at the pebble of her nipple, sucking harshly to draw more pretty sounds from her lips.

Gojo tried- she tried warning that they were cumming. As though some kind of mess would spew from him as it usually did. Only your hands didn’t care- neither did your relentless lips.

With a choked moan- Satoru held his breath. His cunt clenching around nothing as the tips of your fingers felt the twitching his entrance made- as though she was trying to suck them in.

Your eyes looked up at the pretty sight before you- parting your lips and throwing your head back. Watching with amazed eyes at the pale, shuddering shoulders that were graced with light goosebumps.

Satoru’s eyebrows were lightly pinched, and her puffy lips parted- finally releasing the air trapped in his lungs with a pretty moan.

Giving him a few seconds to shake off the aftershocks of his very first orgasm as a woman. Satoru trailed her hands to the side of your head, caressing gently and looking down with a peaked corner at her lip.

“So unfair-” he whispered, leaning down and pressing a lazy kiss onto your lips as his hips ground down to your fingers. Your thumb made little to no movements as Satoru’s hips urged your fingers to press inside.

And as bitchy and needy as he was as a man- You knew not to deny Satoru this now.

Isolating your middle finger and pressing against Satoru’s soaked, taut entrance- a whimper between a breath leaving his throat and rumbling onto your lips. Lightly curling your finger until you hit a little nudge inside him.

The little prod making Satoru pull away from you with a soft whine. Both of his hands now on your neck and arm- trying to find soothing in whatever his hands could grip.

“More,” Satoru whimpered into the air between you- a high pitched upturn ending her plea. Your lips latched onto hers- drawing your finger from her soft walls and pressing it to the neighboring finger.

Lazily kissing at the corner of her mouth, trailing kisses down to Satoru’s softer jaw. Pressing both of your fingers past her entrance- “So tight-” you murmured, feeling resistance from her walls as her hands gripped harder.

Clearer whimpers and moans, leaving her throat at the light sting, your lips kissing down her neck- trying to find the sweet spot Satoru always allowed you to exploit.

And when the tips of both of your fingers reached that same spot from earlier, the moan that left Satoru’s lips bordered on guttural- a high-pitched inhale followed as your lips found the sensitive spot of her neck.

Suckling at the pale skin as your palm pressed flush against her clit. Satoru’s eyes fluttered shut as his hips started moving back and forth. Unashamedly rutting his cunt against the arch of your palm as your fingers lightly bumped into her gspot.

Your lips formed a smile against Gojo’s skin- grateful of how pretty she sounded, almost like a hymn to your ears. Even more with the light squelches of his cunt frotting against your hand.

Reaching your hand up her ribcage that flared with every sharp inhale she made. Lightly cupping her breast with a teasing thumb on the hardened nipple.

It was too much for Satoru- overstimulating himself as his hips moved without instruction from his brain. The tingle of Satoru’s own gluttony formed in his spine as your thumb took a few soft swipes at his nipple.

“M’gonna cum again-” she whimpered, as though it was you moving her hips against your palm. You pulled your lips from her collarbone with a smile.

“Go ahead.” you instructed, tone far too deep and overindulgent as Gojo’s hips moved quicker- frotting her leaking cunt against you with a whimper.

It was as though the pearly gates of heaven opened for Satoru as he felt another orgasm wave over her petite shoulders, his cunt clenching around your fingers. Barely able to keep his posture as she rode herself down- greedy hums leaving Satoru’s lips as you kissed at her chest.

Using the hand on her hip to guide her to keel onto her side- landing on the bed with a pleased smile. Rolling onto her back as your lips planted gentle kisses on her sternum.

Soft hums leave his lips as your hands spread his thighs. Tilting her head to the side and watching your shoulders rest between her flawless thighs. Placing a hand to the top of your head as your lips kissed at her thighs.

“You’re so greedy~” Satoru hummed as your lips dampened small circles on her thighs- close to her glistening cunt, but still so fucking far.

You let out a soft laugh, “I’m greedy?” softly caressing his outer thighs as she nodded against the pillows. Excitement reeling behind her cerulean eyes- so eager to know what it feels like to receive head as a woman.

And as though her hand was urging you to finally kiss somewhere other than her thighs- you made a light lick from her perfectly displayed cunt up to her clit with a shuddering sigh leaving her lips. A groan left your lips at her flavor- as sweet as you expected her to taste.

Your hands held Satoru’s hips, keeping them spread with her feet planted harshly against the bed. Your tongue made a few more kitten licks at her clit- hearing the desperation in every whimper that left her lips.

Taking one of your hands and aligning it with her entrance again- right below your chin and slowly pushing them in. Your lips connect with the base of her clit with your tongue lightly swirling against the puffy nub.

Your fingers moving with ease now- his cumt stretched just enough for you to start pumping your fingers. Satoru swore that his eyes would cross had he held them open- so he closed them.

Thralling his head back into the pillows with a throaty moan- the hand on his hip moving up her side- gripping at Satoru’s breast with a light squeeze.

Gojo’s back arching against the bed as your fingers prodded against her gspot. The whispers of overstimulation roaming up her spine once more as she felt another orgasm build in her womb.

Only this time it felt different- His moans far too loud as your tongue made relentless swirls against her clit- your fingers bumping into her gspot at the perfect angle.

“Wait-” Satoru inhaled sharply, his hips bucking up into your mouth as the knot in her tummy tightened. Nodding her head quickly as she fisted the sheets- knuckles turning white from how hard she was gripping.

You looked up at Gojo, furrowed eyebrows and parted lips greeting you as Satoru whimpered. Threats of ‘I’m gonna—’ left her lips as you continued the mean movements.

Satoru sat up slightly with a groan- your palm filling with spurts of liquid as your fingers continued.

Loud mewls leaving Gojo’s throat as your mouth refused to stop- making sure to drain Satoru as the sides of your face became drenched with his squirt.

“J-jesus fucking chri-” she called out in an exhale- her hips stuttering against your lips as you slowed your fingers.

And when you finally got your fill, Satoru’s hands cupped the sides of your face and pulled you back up to him. A light moan vibrating onto your lips as she kissed you. Tasting her own slick and essence on your lips with every swipe her tongue made against yours.

Your hands groping at her thighs as Satoru pulled away from your lips- looking into your eyes with urgency.

“Fuck me baby, please-” She whimpered into the air, desperately needing to feel you. In any way she could.

You pressed your lips onto hers again, feeling her hand roam down to your bottom and give you a squeeze, the other cupping at your breast- noting that even as a woman, Satoru had wandering hands.

In the split second after Satoru begged you to fuck her- you thought to the how. No strap- no toys at your disposal- but then you thought of the closest thing.

Rolling over with Satoru in your hands- leaving you on your back with one of Satoru’s knees planted beneath your thigh. The other straddled atop your other leg.

Completely tangled between limbs as you pulled your lips from hers- Your bare cunt and his threatening to touch as she looked at you with curious eyes.

You placed your hands onto her hips, looking into her bleary, cerulean eyes and guiding her down. A little whimper leaves your lips at the sudden contact of her cunt against yours.

It took very little for Satoru to get the hint- planting her hands onto your sides and straightening her back.

Taking a small nibble at her lip at the feeling of your clits bumping against each other. Looking down and watching at the small grinds he made- a small giggle laced with a moan leaving her lips. “Ffffuck, It’s like we’re kissing~” she grinned, causing you to let out a small laugh with an eye roll.

Satoru reached for the back of your thigh with one hand, pinning it up slightly to give her a better access and a better view.

Gojo tried starting at a slow pace- but the warmth radiating from your cunt onto his was undeniably tantalizing.

Small moans fell from her lips as she started making unpatterned, sloppy thrusts against you. Uncaring if it wasn’t right- only that it felt good when his clit would bump against yours and the mixing slick of both your cunts making the filthiest shlops and squelches made him even more wet.

Her tits bounced with every desperate thrust she made against you, your hands holding a bruising grip at her pale hips, following every grind she would make against you.

And when Satoru’s thighs started burning from the frantic movements- your hands led her hips into the frotting. Through gritted teeth- “Right here ‘toru-” you mumbled, Satoru taking over for your hands and humping against that very spot.

Her face churned with pure, undiscovered pleasure as the mixed slick made it easier to glide against you.

Shared moans reverberated off the walls before Satoru leaned down to connect her lips with yours, her breasts pressing against yours harshly. Keeping the same quick pace against your linked cunts.

His tongue slotting against yours sloppily as moans rumbled against each other- hands gripping at anything they could find with his clit grinding against your own neglected one. Building your own orgasm as you hummed against Gojo’s lips.

One of your hands on her plump ass- gripping harshly with the other on her hip- and Satoru’s were gripping for dear life at your plush thighs- working himself through the overstimulation with soft groans against your lips.

Splitting the kiss with a loud whimper- desperate hips rutting against you at an unbelievable pace as you felt the knot in your tummy threaten to come undone- “I’m cummin-” she whimpered before pressing her lips back onto yours.

Your eyes tightened as Satoru worked you past an orgasm, back arching against the bed as Satoru crossed the finish line with you. Squirting whatever was left inside of her against your cunt.

Huffing heavily through her nose as her hips slowed- Satoru’s grip on your thighs loosening as she felt the aftershocks roll through her shoulders.

Easing your thigh down and feeling Gojo rest her body weight atop yours- just like he did when he was a man. Her lips sloppily moved against yours before pulling away- hazy eyes and pressing her chest further into yours with a pout.

Your hands raised from her ass and rested on the soft skin of her back. Satoru raised her shoulders and looked into your eyes- almost troubled.

“What is it?” you mumbled, touching her cheek and caressing it softly with your thumb. Watching the pout deepen before parting his lips.

Her breasts pressed against yours- “How do you know what to do with another girl?” Satoru pouted in a sad tone. You smiled softly, nodding your head and resting back into the pillows.

“I did a lot of experimenting in college.” you hummed, Satoru following you and rubbing her nipples against yours unknowingly.

Your eyes flashed down to your connected chests- “You’ll still like me when I become- me again, right?” She spoke softly- shy and stark in comparison to how he usually was.

You pinched your eyebrows- “Course I will ‘toru-” pressing a soft kiss to her lips, “I can’t wait till you're back to normal.” you mumbled. Looking at the blush on Satoru’s cheeks deepen at your declaration.

Satoru let out a dreamy sigh, squinting and looking down to where your eyes kept flashing. “S’like we’re kissing.” you smiled with a mumble, a small giggle leaving Satoru’s lips.

She sighed, leaning her head back down to your shoulder, “Dunno how you get anything done if that’s what it feels like every time.” Satoru mumbled, closing her eyes and placing a hand on the side of your face.

A half-laugh left your throat, “I would be all over you 24/7 if I was a chick.” he hummed, legs tangled against each other as your hand rubbed small circles at her back.

“God knew not to make you a woman, you’d cause too much trouble,” you murmured, hearing a half conscious hum leave Satoru’s lips as she drifted to sleep atop you.

That night you fell asleep with your girlfriend in your arms- soft, dainty and bare in your hands. Breathing softly with a feminine tinge in every exhale she made.

And you woke up with your broad, far too heavy boyfriend in your arms. His exhales taking their usual throaty tone when he breathed them against your skin.

Either or- it was still your Satoru. No matter what form he took, he was still yours.

(a.n) this was so hot, I love woman, and gojussy. by the time you're reading this, ill be watching a medieval tournament👍🏽

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deleteddewewted · 2 years

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For the Sweet and Sour event could I request sweet NSFW for MidNight and Chubby Fem!reader going on a fancy ass dinner date then Reader getting head from Midnight?

If so, thank you!! ^v^

Sweet: Date Night Dessert

Midnight x Chubby Fem! Reader

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Even while in high school, Kayama had a fascination with everyone. She loved men and adored the patheticness of their neediness and their need to get their rocks off. It was a power boost for her. Her ego inflated once she graduated and made her hero debut. She found herself being flocked by roves of men and eventually a harem of them that she kept at her disposal. They were there to pleasure her and take care of her agency’s paperwork while she fought crime. She was the star of her own world and nothing was able to put a stop to it, no man was going to get in the way of it.

Kayama thought about her career and public image as she got her dress zipped up and her heels on. She looked at herself in the mirror before grabbing her coat and heading out to her dinner date. She decided to not wear any underwear, the lining would ruin the design of the dress. Tight, form-fitting, she felt voluptuous, like a goddess about to meet one of her underlings. Yet, when she arrived at the restaurant, which took her a week worth of dominating the manager, she felt nervous. You were already seated at the private table in a dress she had bought you because it showed off all of your figure. Kayama could already feel herself grow wet just by admiring you. She rubbed her legs together and smiled at the waitress as she was led to your table.

“Hello, my love.” You turned to look at her and jumped up to pull her into a kiss.

Your mouths slotted perfectly with each other. Kayama almost forgot that you were both in public and couldn't just tongue fuck you whenever she felt like it. So she pulled away and licked your mouth before seating herself across from you.

“You look absolutely stunning, Y/n. I could just eat you up.”

“Oh really?” You quirked your brow up, a smile plastered on your face as you ogled her.

“Yes. You look delicious in your dress. I'm wet just thinking about the sex we’ll have after our date.” Kayama crossed her legs and felt as her thighs grew sticky from her release smearing between them. You would have blushed at her comment but this was normal when it came to her, even while in public.

She made herself comfortable as you order for the two of you. The more you talked the more turned on she got. It was to the point that she had pulled up her dress so her hand could slip between her thighs. She played with herself as she watched your breast bounce with every exciting new story you told her. She wanted to have a fun night out with you but her horny brain couldn't stop itself from making up scenarios. Kayama thought about what your lips would taste like coated in wine. Would you let her fondle you, touch your body and worship it? Fuck, she really wanted to suck on your tits right now.

“Baby, I don't think I can wait till our food gets here. I need you.” You paused your story and watched as your girlfriend dropped her glasses onto the floor. She crawled under the table cloth and made it to your side of the private both.

She watched as you pressed your legs together as you felt her breath hit your legs. Kayama chuckled to herself and spread your legs apart so that she had total access to you. Your underwear was drenched and your tummy bulged in your dress. It was pretty, oh so pretty to watch as your pussy clung onto your panties and you smelled so good. She licked her lips and dove right into your covered cunt, a moan escaped her as she did.

Your flavor was something else. Sweet, salty, and right. Your covered clit was fun to tease since it made you press your legs around her head and let out a small gasp. You moved one hand down under the table and grabbed onto Kayama’s head. You pushed her forward, her tongue working wonders on your pussy lips and clit. Her tongue was just as skilled as the rest of her lethal body and wiggled its way inside you, your walls clenching around it.

“Kayama, baby. Try hurrying up. I don't want you to miss your dinner, babe.” You regulated your breathing and smiled at the empty seat in front of you. You didn't want to give away what Kayama was doing under the table by making noise even if her tongue was working wonders on you.

You pushed her closer to you and wrapped your legs around her head so she wouldn't be able to move away. You knew she had to be touching herself under the table since you told her to forget her underwear. You wanted to have easy access to her once you both to an alleyway outside of the restaurant but this also works. You continued to smile and occasionally lifted the tablecloth up to take a quick look at her. She was making good work of your pussy. Her face was drenched with your release and you could see a small puddle under her. She must have squirted at some point. It was adorable to think that you managed to reduce a seasoned pro and dominatrix to a needy mess just from your cunt alone.

You had your food served by the waiter who questioned the absence of your partner. You quickly reassured them that your girlfriend was merely in the bathroom attending to her makeup since it had gotten smudged. You readjusted yourself in your seat, your slicked thighs were becoming numb around Kayama's head. You bid the waiter away and push Kayama's face against your sex all while humping.

“Come on baby, get mommy to squirt all over your face.” You softly spoke. Kayama couldn't help the wide smile that plastered itself on her face. You were everything she could ever ask for, everything she ever wanted.

She figures moved her tongue against your clit and slowly inserted two of her fingers into your pussy. The combination of external rubbing and her fingers thrusting, hitting the spot inside you that had you arching your back breathlessly, was enough to send you over the edge. You came all over her face, squirt wetting her lashes and mouth and spilling all over the floor. Her dress was latex, so the beads of your release dripped off of it with no issue.

When she parted from you, a thick string of cum and spit kept her connected to you. She licked her lips and pulled out her fingers from inside you to gently rub your aching and puffed-up pussy. She gave it a kiss before fully moving away and readjusting your panties. She used the table cloth as a napkin and wiped off the mess she had on her face and dress before using it to clean her own leaking cunt.

She got up from under the table and smiled at you as she redid her hair and makeup. She readjusted her dress before taking a bite at her meal. She moaned as the food touched her tongue and fluttered her eyes at you. She was clearly pussy drunk, her mouth threatening to drool as she sighed. Her eyes occasionally rolled back but they were hazy throughout the rest of the dinner. Once done, you paid for the meal and helped readjust her skirt before walking out with her.

You took her to your apartment and removed her clothes all while kissing her skin. You splayed yourself on your bed and told her to serve you. That if she could get you to orgasm twice you’ll let her dom you next time. Kayama was always a fan of seeing you flustered. And the way your body jiggled and bounced on her strap was too enticing to not accept the challenge proposed. With a smirk, Kayama played with your breasts and latched onto your clit. She was set on fucking you next time.

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