Gojo X Reader Fluff Novels & Stories

// Warning: The chapter includes a gxg kiss between Joy and the Rogue Queen. Lex's POV "NOOOOO ! JOYYYY !! WATCH OUTTTT !!!!!" My mate was in heat and could not move a limb in the bloody pain she was drowning in. However, she stood absolutely still in the middle of the chaotic battlefield, letting the midnight wind kiss her face and hair to flow as she softly closed her eyes ! Two villainous she wolves launched simultaneously in two different directions and my heart almost stopped beating when Joy did not move at all for the next five seconds while the other two heinous aggressors jumped high in the air.

Every one of us is getting our needs met and giving pleasure to another in some way. Because JoJo is being taken from both ends, I allow her to take me as she wants. She needs more air this way and we’ve found that she is better at multi-tasking if we allow her control. Not that I have anything to complain about. JoJo loves giving head. I’d honestly say that, other than getting head herself, giving a blowjob is her favorite sexual act. She has made it a fucking artform. She uses her hands, lips, tongue, and teeth to bring each of us to the point of nonsensical ecstasy and backing off until she is good and ready to be done with us.

It just took me way too long to figure it out. “I have an idea,” Jo says as she piles some risotto onto her fork. I smile as I watch her place it in her mouth and for a split second, I am jealous of her fork. The way her lips touched the fork made my entire body shiver and my cock woke up and decide it is time to play. I adjust myself in the chair and she looks at me, smiling.

Kyomi moaned into his mouth, arching her back to press more of her soft tits into his palms. “You have no idea what you’ve started,” he growled against her lips, his usual cold voice now laced with dark obsession. He lifted her effortlessly and pushed her forward over the low wooden table. Kyomi’s heavy breasts squished against the cool surface as she braced herself on her elbows. Fugishigoro stood behind her, unzipping his trousers. His thick, long cock sprang free, throbbing, and leaking precum. He rubbed the fat head up and down her soaked slit, coating himself in her juices.

She didn’t stop kissing me even when my vision went white and I was gasping for air, it was a struggle to return back to my physical body after the first wreckage but Gio was fire and I was no match for her hot flames. Her hips showed no sign of slowing down and with every push back against my hips, the dildo rubbed deliciously into my sweet spot, spilling me over the edge time and time again. By the time Gio chose to chase her orgasm, I was a useless mess. Her breath fanned my neck and our ragged breaths filled the room, but my eyes fluttered close, giving in to the exhaustion that was dragging my body under. Gio was going to tease me horribly after this, but the soft press of lips to my he

Haru tensed, his breath hitching as Jiro pushed forward, forcing his way inside inch by agonizing inch. “Relax, sweetheart,” Jiro murmured, brushing his thumb over Haru’s bottom lip. “Let me in.” Haru whimpered again, his body slowly adjusting to the intrusion. When Jiro was fully seated, they both paused, caught in the moment. Haru’s inner walls clenched tightly around him, and Jiro let out a low groan, his control teetering on the brink. “God, you feel good,” Jiro growled, his hips snapping forward with sudden violence. “So damn good…”

Jo's lips tasted like pussy, and I sensed Tara was as turned on as I was. That's when I felt Jodi's hand, inside my underwear, stoking the shaft. I figured it was time to ramp things up and pushed my dick into their faces. They both licked me for a while, before Tara took it into her mouth, and Jo started kissing me, again. Cosplay and now an early morning threesome...life is good.

"Oh, come on, Tio. You're really gonna go there? I'm not stupid. I've seen pictures of all the women you're banging. You're with someone new every week. You can't get mad at me for wanting to do it once." I point a finger at him as I choose my words carefully. "Don't you raise your voice at me, mijo. We may be the same height, but I am way stronger than you, and I'll happily take your ass down." He looks at his hands, clasped in his lap, visibly flustered at the way this conversation is going.

Jiao left her brother with her heart heavy with sorrow and, at the same time, bursting with joy. On the one hand, Jiao would get to explore the feelings Chris evoked. Discover if he was her mate as she suspected. Indulge in things she'd yet to experience like flirting and maybe even a kiss.

God will forgive a protector. John’s hands trembled as he gripped the arms of his chair, eyes locked on her swaying breasts, her flat stomach, the dark patch visible through her panties. "This is… blasphemy," he groaned, but his body betrayed him—his cock throbbed, tenting the white cloth. Joy smiled triumphantly, leaning down to kiss his neck, her tongue tracing the collar of his cassock. She pulled it open, exposing his chest, and sucked one of his nipples while her fingers freed his erection.