Eepygumi

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argggghh the way he holds her hand to keep the toy still is sooo… mean and grudgy :( can just imagine this with toji after he caught you playing around with a stupid little dildo, and since you’re so insistent on pissing him off needing to get off while he’s not around he’ll let you have it ! but… you still have to apologize.. so you can do that with that pretty lil ass of yours ;3

personally i think choso would be the definition of a switch, one day he’s being the cutest begging for you. and the next he’s an absolute menace to your cunt, destroying your pussy from the inside out <3

includes: f! reader, aged up! megumi, vocal sex, praising, unprotected sex, fast paced, ooc probably, porn without plot, mating press for a sec, a hint angst if u squint really really hard

megumi fushiguro was weirdly quiet during sex.

he only ever lets a groan of your name out when he’s cumming and a few words of affirmation. it almost hurts your feelings how silent he is—does he not like it?

he also forces your silence. one hand holding the back of one of your thighs, the other slapped over your parted lips to just barely muffle those pesky moans. he's drilling into you, painfully hard cock slamming against that spot that has your eyes rolling back. he's digging his nicely kept nails into your soft flesh and his hips slam into you. his teeth, white and straight, are digging into his bottom lip hard enough to leave bite marks for days after the act. his brows are furrowed above his narrowed indigo eyes. you’ll never see him this concentrated.

he tries his hardest to let some praise slip out, but it's rare. his voice sounds so strained, desperate, and breathless. “so good, y-you feel so good, god,” he blabs before taking his lip back between his teeth.

you think he's not enjoying it enough to be loud. while you're moaning and blabbing beneath his palm, he's unbearably quiet. of course, you’ll never say anything to him. but he knows the truth: if he opens his mouth, everyone will hear him.

so that’s why he's practially jumping for joy when you two get a night truly alone. everyone is out on missions—just you and megumi until 7:30 in the morning.

he wraps a watch, black, silver, and bought with gojo’s card, around his pale wrist. just in case you two end up together all night (spoiler alert: you do).

he checks the dorms once, twice, three times. nobody’s there. there's still some worry nagging the back of his head; that gojo or one of your schoolmates would come home early. but it is overshadowed by his need to show you how good it feels, how good you feel.

did you think he didn't notice? he knew you didn't love his lack of loudness. you poor insecure thing. thank god he's here to reassure you.

he practically breaks your door down the second he’s confident enough that it's just the two of you.

“gumi, h—” you're cut off by his lips slamming against yours, big calloused hands finding their way into your hair.

megumi’s not a horndog, he’s always respectful. but right now he has an opportunity to fuck you and fuck you right, and there is no way he's passing that opportunity up.

“we're alone,” he mumbles against your mouth before attacking it once more. the kiss is mostly teeth and tongue, like he's trying to eat you.

you knew that you were alone in the dorms. of course you did; you were just as excited about it as he was. but the reminder in megumi’s gruff voice sent shivers down your spine nonetheless.

he’s already straining against his sweats just from kissing. maybe he is a horndog. just a little.

he pulls away only to latch onto your neck, huffing in your scent like an addict. he's letting out soft hums of pleasure as he sucks on your flesh. shit, that's gonna leave marks. his hands pull out of your hair to grab at your ass.

“you smell good,” he practically grunts between wet kisses over your throat, “pretty girl.” your cheeks burn hot at his words, your hands traveling into his inky locks and tugging.

his eyes are on your face—they always are. he watches as your lips part, a few small whimpers coming out of you as he continues ravishing you. he loves looking at you. you are his pretty girl after all.

he pushes you backwards onto your bed gently and effortlessly. he kisses your lips again, just as gently. he’s such a sweetheart under all that stoicism.

he runs his hands under your shirt, gooseflesh covering your skin at the contact. he keeps his eyes on you.

“i need you,” he grumbles, “now. is that okay?” he hesitantly fondles your boobs through your bra, slightly swollen lips parting in a small grunt as his groping grows just a bit more aggressive.

you nod almost instantly. maybe a little too eager. “mhm, need you too, megs,” you agree, bringing your hands to rub up on his shoulders. he smirks, just barely. how adorable.

the both of your clothes disappear in a haze of colors, ripped off by megumi’s skilled hands. he leaves both of you just in underwear before pressing a small kiss on your warm cheek. pre is leaking through his boxers, dick throbbing against the navy fabric. your eyes are glued to his boner with wide, needy eyes as he climbs on top of you.

he’s panting, his usual chewing of his bottom lip replaced with a slack jaw. he brings his middle finger to drag lazily across your slit. you shiver, eyes fluttering shut with a mewl.

“so wet,” he observes, dipping his head down to suck some red marks against your collarbone.

his digit ghosts tight circles over your clothed clit before pushing your underwear aside. he pulls back to sit on his knees between your spread legs. and he moans at the mere sight of your sopping pussy, his dick twitching as more pre cum pools out of his tip.

your eyes, gleaming with shock, shoot open to stare up at him. his hungry gaze flicks up to your flushed face. “gumi?” you cock your head.

“please,” megumi practically whines, bringing two fingers to circle around your hole.

first the moaning, then the begging. who is this and what’d he do with your boyfriend? despite this, his large ring and middle fingers prodding at your entrance make it impossible for you to question his behavior. though you could guess why. you just nod lazily, eyes glued to where his hand connected to your sex.

“fuck, okay,” he groans, sliding his digits inside you. he lets out a loud whimper right along with you. you clamp down around his fingers so tight, so well. you arch your back, head falling back against your pillows. he sounds so pretty it has your head spinning.

he slams into your cunt with loud squelches, his palm deliciously hitting your clit and his a-little-too-loose watch bouncing with each roll of his wrist. he uses his free hand to sloppily pull his boxers just far down enough to grab his aching cock out. he strokes himself in tandem with how he’s bullying your hole.

“look at me,” he says breathlessly, “please, pretty girl, look at me.”

you prop yourself up on your forearms, wide eyes staring at his cock. he's leaking pre cum, tip an angry red, balls full. “oh my god,” you mumble.

he keeps panting and letting out groans. it's music to your ears. you almost wish you could record this moment. his brain is mush right now. without having to focus on keeping quiet, he's practically putty in front of you.

he pulls his sticky hands away from both of you to push your knees to your chest, the two of you whining at the loss of contact. his normally droopy eyes were wide as he stared at you. he presses a kiss against your lips, gentle and fleeting, before letting go of the back of one of your thighs to adjust his cock against your entrance. he lets out shaky breaths as he ogles at your cunt, swollen and shiny with slick.

he glanced up at your already blissed out expression, your hair sticking to your sweaty forehead like glue and your plush lips parted. you nod quickly and not even a second passes before his tip slides past your weak ring of resistance.

he moans, loud. it's dragged out and low, his blue eyes screwed shut. he pushes fully inside you as his hands hold a vice grip on the back of your knees.

“god, shit, you feel so good,” he grunts, but he (despite his need) stays still to let you adjust. he dips his head down and presses kisses against your tits, sucking on your nipples with muffled groans.

you bring a hand to cup the back of his head. “you sound so pretty, gumi,” you say sweet and breathless.

he whines before pulling off your boob with a loud pop, “can i move?” he asks breathlessly.

he always asked for permission—what a gentleman—but now he sounded like he’d cry if you said no. it was cute.

“mhm,” is all you say before a loud gasp is pulled from your throat as he drags out and slams back into you.

he’s moaning pornographically as he slams into your cervix with loud plap! plap! plap!’s. he scrambles with his hands, letting go of your legs to let them rest open around his.

his hands find the flimsy panties he’d pushed out of his way, brows furrowing in annoyance out their presence. he discards them with a loud riiiiiiip, tossing the destroyed cotton behind him onto your dorm floor. the merciless rocking of his hips and his loud noises of pleasure don't even waver.

“megs,” you pout between moans, “i liked those.”

“i-i’ll buy you new ones,” he grunts, enunciating his point with a particularly sharp thrust into your clenching cunt.

he brings one hand to grope your chest, whimpering softly as he feels your nipple instantly re-harden under his touch. the other hand slides between the two of you to rub your clit with fervor, causing a loud moan to come out of your agape mouth. he keeps his wide eyed gaze on where your sexes meet, your slick creating a sheer white sheen of sticky fluid connecting you two.

you writhe under him. “meg, meg, meg—fuck,” you chant with an arch of your back

“ohhh, yeah,” he groans lowly, fingers working your bundle of nerves speeding, “please squirt for me, come on,” his thrusts go sloppy just at the thought.

you whine out his name, the muscles in your thighs flexing and twitching. his head lols back, adam’s apple bobbing with each loud groan pulled from his throat.

“please,” megumi begs, increasing the pressure of his rubbing on your bud.

you let out a dragged out whine, nodding as you felt white hot pleasure wash over you. you gush around him, cunt squeezing his dick just right as squirt coats him lower stomach. the watch on his wrist starts to gleam with your release. he’s moaning louder than you as you cum.

“mm, good, yeah, so so good.” he drops his head to watch how you clench around his dick in an attempt to milk him for all he’s worth. his thrusts grow sloppy, his cock twitching inside you.

“fuck, fuck, fuck,” he groans as he pulls his wet hand away from your puffy clit to rest on your tummy. he's desperately, selfishly chasing his own high now, his hips all too quickly slamming against yours. “god, fuck, ‘m close. where you want it, pretty girl?” he glances up at your face, all flushed and contorted in pleasure.

you could barely think. how did he think you were gonna answer a question?

“don’ know, not inside,” you mumble with a shake of your head, hands clawing at his shoulders from oversensitivity.

he nods.

he wants to cum inside you, of course he does. he knows you want it too. yadda yadda no kids, okay. but that doesn't stop him from ramming into you until the very last second.

he repeats “don't cum” in his head over and over until he finally pulls out with a dragged out moan of your name. he doesn't even have to use his hand as he cums on your lower stomach. his dick twitches, his eyes rolling back into his skull. you watch as his release, burning hot and thick, spills onto your skin. his hands found their way to your hips and he was grabbing them with a death grip.

megumi fushiguro is weirdly loud during sex.

he pauses for a few seconds after his release. the two of you are left heaving in sync, both of your eyes fluttered shut. he's still mewling between heavy breaths.

he opens one eye to check his sticky watch. there was no way in hell he was losing a single minute of tonight. he dips his head between your parted legs. he moves his hands to spread your shaking thighs farther apart.

“‘m not done.”

after a fight

𝐒𝐚𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐮 𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐮𝐩 𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐬𝐪𝐮𝐢𝐫𝐭 𝐨𝐧 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐲 𝐟𝐚𝐜𝐞

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: oral, vibrating dildo, some dumbification, manhandling, squirting for the first time, praise, overstimulation

𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲 @gonjie: i saw a post saying requests are open? need some Gojo content to cope rn plz maybe it's the first time with Gojo and he makes you squirt, which you've never done before. i feel like going from ordinary/mediocre men to Gojo would be such an overwhelming experience

Oreo: they are open and sorry this took forever for me to get to. 🥲 Satoru would be a huge jump from the guys you normally hook up with 😩

You’re craving more of the immense mind breaking pleasure of Satoru’s relentless tongue. “Fuck right there! Please toru don’t stop! Fuck I’ve been wanting to cum on your pretty face since I saw you.”

Straddling his face, tightly holding onto Satoru’s fluffy, soft hair. He’s so strong, easily holding you on his shoulders, straddling his face. His hand on your hip keeping you steady.

You’re losing your ability to think, loudly moaning, your thighs trembles, clenching his beautiful face. “Cummed! I-I-nnn cummed! Nn!” Satoru’s relentless, captivated by eating and stuffing your sloppy cunt.

You can feel the dildo’s vibrations in your oversensitive, puffy clit. Pumping it faster, keeping it perfectly angled, never missing your g-spot. “Nnnnn!” The toy pulses faster, and he keeps it still, pressing it to your g-spot.

Your eyes widen, stinging with tears that trickle down your face. Clenching the toy, rocking your hips, grinding your puffy clit on his soft tongue. Chasing another high, you can’t help but want more.

After months of pinning after your co-worker, spending nights masturbating thinking about him. “Don’t stop! Your tongue feels so good on my cunt.” Mindlessly seeking pleasure, grinding your sloppy cunt on his beautiful face.

Satoru tightens his grasp, not wavering, loudly groaning licking your clit faster. Stepping towards the bed, kneeling at its edge, sliding his hand up towards the middle of your back. Laying you down on the edge of the bed without taking his mouth off your clit.

Shallowly pumping the toy, stroking your sweet spot. He groans, making out with your clit. Sliding his hand out from under you, grabbing your hip. You hook the other one over his shoulder, pulling Satoru in closer.

Squirting warm cum onto Satoru’s beautiful face. Quivering, feebly jerking away from his soft tongue. He groans following your hips, steadily stroking your clit, pumping the toy fucking you through your high.

Your cunt spams around the toy. Tugging his soft hair, desperate for a reprieve from the intensity. “Good girl, knew your beautiful sloppy cunt could squirt for me, she likes me too much.” Kissing your clit, dragging the dildo till its tip is tugging on your tight cunt.

His groans are beautiful, breathy and more erotic than they should be. “Fuck you’re so beautiful.” He slips his finger underneath the dark band of his blindfold, gliding it off. “Messin’ up my bed with your pretty soaking wet pussy, wanna soak my cock next?” Setting the toy aside.

when you irritate choso too much with your smart fucking mouth he just pushes you to your knees and shoves his fat dick down your throat. grabs hearty fistfulls of your hair to fuck your pretty lil face and make you gag around him. your tears mixing with the foamy spit that gathers in the corners of your swollen lips as his chubby tip roughly massages the back of your throat.

and oohhh don’t let him catch you grinding that needy fucking clit against your heels. he’ll tilt his head to the side with a fat smirk, “haah you’re a pathetic fucking brat” running a hand through his hair, “now quit squirming and put that mouth to work, ma”

part one here

fans of pornstar!gojo are starting to notice he’s not cycling through co-stars on his cam shows like he used to… not since his neighbor started showing up more regularly.

he’s put you in every position he can think of, pulled every type of orgasm out of you, called you every name (sweet and mean)—all for a live audience. you’ve come to know a few regular donors, you recognize names in his audience as people who have come back again and again to watch satoru show you off.

a few months ago, you hardly spoke to the pornstar in the apartment next to yours, and now you’re leaving things in his apartment to avoid having to run back to your own after he’s ruined your clothes, or given you a reason to brush your teeth…

now, you’re sitting between satorus spread legs, with your own legs spread to match his as you face the little camera he has set up. he’s reaching around your body to dip his hand between your thighs, rubbing at your sensitive clit as his free hand holds your chin and makes you keep your eyes on the camera.

“tell everyone who’s making you feel this good,” he says lowly. “it’s not any of the hundreds of people watching you at home, now is it?”

you shake your head and bite back a moan as satoru dips two of his fingers into you. “…no.”

he nips your ear, catching the love between his teeth and pulling back a little before pressing a kiss to the skin beneath it. “then who?”

“you.”

“good,” satoru practically sings. “maybe next show we’ll give these poor guys a chance to make you feel good, huh? we could get you a toy… let them control it while i fuck your pretty mouth, how’s that sound?”

“please,” you nod your head. satoru has unwound an exhibitionist streak in you, and it fires red at his words. he starts to fuck his fingers into you even faster, curling them up to trigger full body jolts that run through you. “god, don’t stop.”

“don’t stop?” he mocks you, voice low and teasing and so soft it’s sexual. “you wanna cum for everyone?”

a glance to his laptop screen shows you lines and lines of praises from people watching you at your most vulnerable. satoru is showing you off like a trophy and you don’t have the capacity to care when just his fingers feel this good pumping in and out of you.

you can’t keep up with the string of comments with how fast they’re moving, and how blurred your vision gets with unshed tears of pleasure. gojo releases your chin to grope at your tits, and then move that hand down your stomach to rub furious circles against your clit.

he knows exactly what he’s doing, and before you can even register it, your cumming loudly around his fingers. you’d feel bad for his neighbor if it wasn’t you—his name spills from your lips like you’re reciting gospel.

and when you ride it out and finally come down from your orgasm, you’re a panting mess of sweat and tears, but gojo is pressing a kiss to the back of your neck and then gently pushing you down and forward into doggy.

he must see how your eyes widen in the feed of his cam show, because he smiles and rubs the tip of his cock through your folds a few times before pushing into you with a deep stroke and a low groan.

“what?” he squeezes your ass. “they wanna know how fast i can get a second one out of you.”

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