long distance gf!suguru geto giving you a replica of her cock ╱ mdni, transfem!suguru ˚.✦
You’ve met her in a random lesbian bar when you were in Japan for a few weeks, her kisses were too addictive and her conversation too good to not interchange numbers. After the hook up, she even showed you around her favorite spots in Tokyo and helped you buy the best souvenirs. She acted like your own hot tour guide for the days you were in the city, promising to meet each other again when the time was right.
What you didn’t expect was for her to text you so soon, the rest of your trip was filled with messages from her, conversations back and forth in your train rides and at the nights in your hotel. You couldn’t believe you were smiling like an idiot only after a good fuck and some messages, but you were. Suguru Geto drove you crazy, and apparently, you drove her crazy too.
When you went back to your country, you two didn’t stop messaging. She called you every day at night after you clocked out of your work, she didn’t care about the timezones or anything, she was always available to talk to you. She sent you pictures of her day, she worked as a teacher and told you about the craziest things her students would say.
Things also got heated every once in a while, as I mentioned, Suguru loves sending you pics. Especially when she’s horny and you’re offline, she films herself palming her cock or arching her back to give you the hottest angle of her ass. She also knows how much you adore her boobs, fake or not, so she makes sure to send videos playing with them covered in her own cum.
This night you were needier than ever, it’s been a few days since you and Suguru had fun like that, you were on your period and didn’t feel hot enough to facetime. But now? Now you are soaked and waiting for Suguru to get rid of her pants while she does a whole show for you in front of the camera. She’s wearing a set of baby blue lingerie that she was telling you about earlier that day, hugging her boobs perfectly and straining her rock hard cock. You were naked in your bed, playing with your tits as Suguru only makes you wetter and wetter.
“You look gorgeous, baby,” you praise her, your hips bucking up with need. Your fingers glide over your soaked pussy, circling your clit as you watch her. “Look how hard you are for me, I miss your cock so fucking much.”
Suguru smirks at the camera, wrapping her pretty fingers around the base and giving herself one slow stroke. “Yeah? Tell me how much you missed it, princess.”
You whimper, pushing two fingers inside yourself, imagining it’s her stretching you open instead. “I miss it every night. I touch myself thinking about how you fill me up so perfectly. Nothing feels like you, Sugu. I need your cock so bad it hurts.”
She lets out a soft laugh that turns into a low groan as she starts stroking herself properly, putting on a show just for you. She angles the phone so you get the full view, her hand sliding up and down that beautiful length, thumb rubbing over the leaking tip, spreading her precum all over. Her other hand pushes up her bra, letting her tits spill out, full and perfect.
“Like this?” she asks, voice husky. She squeezes one of her breasts while she jerks off, rolling her nipple between her fingers exactly how you like to do it when you’re together.
“Yes… f-fuck yes,” you gasp, pumping your fingers faster. Your hips keep bucking up into your hand, chasing that feeling. “You’re so hot, baby. I love watching you play with yourself. I want your cock in my mouth. I want to choke on it while you fuck my throat.”
Suguru’s breathing gets heavier. She leans back against her headboard, spreading her legs wider so you can see everything. Her strokes get a little quicker, the wet sound of her hand moving on her slick cock coming through the speakers and driving you crazy.
“Keep talking like nghh that and I’m gonna cum too fast,” she warns, but she doesn’t stop. Her eyes stay locked on you through the screen, watching how desperately you’re fingering yourself.
“I don’t care, I want to see it,” you breathe out, pinching your clit and moaning loud. “I miss the way your cock throbs when you’re close. I miss how much cum you give me… you always fill me up until it’s leaking out. P-please, Sugu, show me more.”
She bites her lip, clearly turned on by your praises, and gives you exactly what you want. She angles the camera closer, letting you watch every twitch of her cock as she jerks herself off for you. Her tits bounce softly with the movement, she keeps playing with them, knowing how weak it makes you.
You’re soaked, fingers moving faster, eyes never leaving the screen. “Mmm I wish you were here right now, pushing it deep inside me. I’d let you fuck me hah however you want.”
Suguru groans your name, her hand speeding up. “Soon, baby. I’ll come see you soon and give this cock to you properly.”
You nod desperately, already so close, lost in the sight of her putting on the hottest show just for you.
After that night, things went back to your usual rhythm. Sweet morning texts from her classroom, filthy pictures when she got home, late calls where she’d tease you until you were a mess again. You had no idea she was planning something. Almost a month later, a package showed up at your door, just a simple black box with a note taped on top in her elegant handwriting: “For when you miss me too much. Use it and send me a video tonight. I want to see everything.”
Your heart raced as you opened it. Inside, nestled in soft black fabric, was a perfect replica of her cock. Thick, long, with the same slight upward curve and even the vein details you loved running your tongue over. The color matched her flushed skin tone exactly. A little card next to it said “Made from the real thing. All for you, princess.”
You felt your face burn hot. She really got a custom dildo molded from her own dick and sent it across the ocean like it was nothing.
Later that night, you set your phone up on the tripod, heart pounding. You were already naked, kneeling on your bed with the lights dimmed low. Suguru had called you right on time, her face filling the screen as she lounged on her couch back in Japan.
“Show me, baby,” she said softly, a little smirk playing on her lips. “I want to watch you fuck yourself with my cock.”
You whined, covering your face with both hands for a second. “Sugu… this is so embarrassing. I can’t believe you did this.”
She laughed. “I thought you’d like it. Don’t be shy now, I’ve seen you cum for me plenty of times. Let me see how pretty you look riding it.”
You were super flustered, cheeks burning as you picked up the dildo. It felt heavy and warm in your hand, almost like the real thing. “It’s… it looks exactly like you,” you mumbled, voice turning whiny.
You positioned it between your legs, rubbing the thick head against your soaked folds. An embarrassed whimper slipped out as you pushed the tip in. “Ah! It’s sooo big, just like you.”
Suguru’s eyes darkened on the screen. “Go slow for me. Let me hear those pretty sounds.”
You kept going, sinking down inch by inch, your mouth falling open in a needy moan. “Sugu… fuck. It feels so good but it’s not warm like you. I want your real cock,” you whined, hips rocking as you took more of it. Your voice cracked a little, all shy and desperate. “I feel so full mmmm.”
You started moving faster, one hand bracing on the bed while the other held the base of the dildo so you could fuck yourself deeper. Your tits bounced with every thrust and you couldn’t stop the whiny little gasps and moans spilling out.
“Does it feel good, princess?” Suguru asked, already palming herself.
“Sooo good…” you admitted, face burning as you looked straight at the camera. “I c-can’t believe I’m doing this, Suguuuuaah!” You hit the perfect spot inside you, body trembling as you kept riding it with faster thrusts.
She chuckled. “You look fucking adorable like this, baby. Are you gonna cum fast?"
You nodded frantically, riding it harder, the wet sounds filling your room. “Y-yeah.”
Your whines got louder and needier as you chased your orgasm, completely lost in the feeling while Suguru watched every second with hungry eyes.
a/n: happy pride to all my fellow sapphics (and everybody in-between <33)
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Glass clinks against your nails as you absentmindedly wrap your hand around the stem of the bottle. Your apartment feels cosier like this, the world outside blocked out by your wine haze and the gauzy curtains, Shoko’s voice murmuring across to you as she happily sips her drink.
You sigh dreamily as the wine slips down your throat smoothly. “God, I’ve missed you, Sho.”
She laughs in response. “I missed you too, pretty. Blame Gojo for getting injured and making me stay late.” You roll your eyes theatrically, setting your glass down to softly trace the soft skin of her palm. “I still can’t believe you can just… do that with your hands. It’s amazing, Sho.”
She raises an eyebrow as her head tilts, shiny brown hair waterfalling over her shoulder, the skin exposed beyond her tank top. Her work clothes have long since been discarded into the wash, lab coat hung up inside the cupboard. “Oh? Tell me more.”
You know she’s only half serious, but the infliction in her tone makes you shiver. “Mmm…” your fingers keep tracing the lines on her hand. “And I love the way you don’t brag about it too much, either, you just do it. You’re so dedicated. And…”
Your reverence continues as your hands trail from her hands to her waist, Shoko’s glass of wine long forgotten beside yours as she lets the world go a little fuzzy around the edges. But not you, not as you crawl up on top of her and press your mouth to hers.
You’re loosely straddling her, thighs parted around her lap as gravity takes it’s course to allow you to slip your tongue into her mouth. She’s pleasantly surprised, and the moan she lets out is enough to tell you; soft puffs of breath get caught between thirsty nips of your teeth.
Shoko kisses back, lips plump and a little stained from the wine as she sits up and looks at you expectantly. You lie one last kiss to her beauty mark then adjust yourself how she wants- how you know she wants, after so many reruns of this same routine. And yet, you never get bored.
You couldn’t get bored- it’d be impossible, when she lifts up her thigh between your spreads legs and grabs your hips to drag you forwards. A gasp slips out instantly as your clit presses to her smooth skin beneath the loungewear she’s sporting, floaty shorts that are probably yours anyway.
“You can do it.” She murmurs against your earlobe, trailing her hand from your hip to pull your bottom lip down. You’re already dazed as she touches you, messily rocking your cunt back and forth.
“That’s…” you breathe, head tipping forwards into her neck, “that feels nice.”
She laughs and the breath ruffles your skin, goosebumps springing up. “Mmm, I can tell.”
It doesn’t take a genius to know she’s referring to the damp spot on your panties, slick pooling frustratedly in the gusset as you fight for friction on her leg. It’s a good thing too, because you’re already dizzy from the wine and her touch isn’t helping.
Your girlfriend’s hands slide from your hips- they’re moving on their own now, bucking desperately- to pull your shirt away and toss it to the side. She grins, eyes heavy but no less reverent, as she lowers her mouth to kiss across the newly exposed flesh.
Your tits are spilling prettily from the bra cupping them, chest heaving as your hips stutter along her thigh. “Oh, fuck, Sho-“ you mewl, gripping her scalp when she wraps her lips around your nipple and tugs down the undergarment.
Maybe it’s her teeth on your skin or the way she lifts her thigh up to rub against your soaked skin. Maybe it’s the wine simmering in your bloodstream and the fuzziness of your eyesight. Maybe it’s the fact you’ve been worked up since she uncorked the bottle with dexterous fingers and your mind drifted to them inside you.
“Ohmygod-“
Whatever it is, it makes your back curl outwards and shove your tits closer into her chest as the seam of your underwear catches justttt right and you cum on her thigh, legs shaking and your cheeks brightened.
“There you go.” She says lowly, proudly, pressing a final kiss to your marked-up tits and collarbone before drawing back to gently thumb your face; the action draws you back into consciousness, control of your own body, and you lean forwards to connect your tongue with hers.
It’s messy, to say the least. You’re still shaky and uncoordinated from your orgasm, aftershocks buzzing through you when she pinches at your nipple briefly; your whole body shudders, but her mouth coaxes you back to reality as you pull apart for air and gaze at her.
She’s so pretty. Her lashes are dark around her honeyed eyes, dusted with desire and adoration as her hands hold you. Shoko’s hair is mussed from your fingers, soft brown tangling around your palms as you gently lift her shirt away, too.
You giggle against her mouth. “Lie back.”
Her lips curl against yours. “Why should I?” She’s joking- her elbows are already turning, lowering her back against the comfy couch cushions as your fingers twist into the waistband of her shorts and gently shimmy them down her slender legs.
A trail of kisses is planted along her skin first, adoration bottled up in every slide of your mouth against her; her calves, thighs, hips- nowhere is exempt, and you can tell it’s working her up by the way she sighs and tangles her fingers in your hair.
“Don’t tease.” She mutters, although her voice is already strained. You smile, press one final kiss to her inner thigh, and clamp your mouth between her thighs. She moans breathily, and the sound makes you gasp into her in a cycle that only serves to make Shoko tremble above you.
Usually, she’s quiet anyway. But then it’s calculated silence, more like she’s deciding if the speech is worth her time or not- however, what you do to her is beyond the words she wouldn’t be able to choke out if she tried.
“Shit.” She breathes, rubbing soothing little circles on your scalp with her nails as you lick through the dampness flooding her skin. You’re enjoying this, having her collapse above you when your lips enclose around her clit and suck just a little on the right side of harsh.
“Sho…” you moan, pulling back enough to slide in two of your fingers, “you’re so pretty right now.”
Her hips buck upwards involuntarily, searching for the beautiful friction of your fingerpads against her insides; you twist and crook them in the way you know she likes, tongue carding across her clit, and the noise she makes is rewarding- to say the least.
It’s high and shattered, choked out between moans breathier than any others you’ve heard so far, mixed somehow with a little whisper of your name as you gaze up into her eyes.
You pull back, lips glossy with her until you swipe it away with your tongue. You’re as dazed as she is, body soft and naked above her as Shoko grips you up to rest on her skin. “Love you.” She murmurs quietly, legs tangling with yours on the couch as cushions fall ignored to the floor.
“Mm.” You agree lazily, kissing absentmindedly across her face. “Love you too, Sho. Have for a while.”
She laughs, tracing the curve of your back. “You didn’t finish your wine.”
You’re sitting back on your haunches to grab the bottle and refill your glass when you realise Shoko’s still staring at you. Her eyes are tracing the nakedness of your body, over the way your tits are marked up and your panties are nowhere to be seen- but she isn’t exactly doing it lustfully.
Of course, that makes up a little part of her obvious reverence- but it’s more the fact it’s you. That you’re both here like this, comfortable enough to fuck each other to orgasm and then go back to drinking wine, naked- like nothing happened.
She reaches for her glass and smiles around the rim.
Your boyfriend had been agitated all day, constantly stumbling over his words and sweating an abnormal amount. He had asked you out on a date — a fancy one at that — complete with a walk along the beach at sunset.
“Cho, are you… feeling alright?” You causiously glance at him, trying not to sound too concerned. He was currently standing up stiffer than a board, legs moving almost mechanically as you walked along the sand.
He jerked his head towards you, “Y-Yeah, yes! I mean — uh — bloated, yes!” You couldn't help the smile that crept its way onto your face at his nervous rambling. What had gotten into him today? “Alright, baby, whatever you say.” You shake your head, a soft giggle escaping you.
Choso’s face morphs into a love-sick smile at the sound of your laugh. God, he was whipped. Choso increased his strides to catch up to you as you continued your walk down the beach, occasionally stopping together to stare out into the ocean.
An orange light cast over the water, golden hour gracing you both with a warm breeze that had his bangs flying around his forehead. You snorted as you watched the strands fly straight up while he ogled you, “Cho, stop staring. You’re embarrassing me,” you chided.
He shrugged, “Can’t help it, you’re so beautiful.”
The two of you walked until you came across a path made of wooden planks that led straight into the water. It was decorated with shells and seaweed from high tide. “H-Hey, love, um, why don’t you… Take a photo — yeah, a photo!” Choso grinned awkwardly at you, sweat beading at his temple as he shoved his hands into his pockets.
“Sure… why are you being so weird today, Cho?” You questioned, cocking a brow at your boyfriend. He stuttered out a pathetic excuse of it being too warm, which in turn made you playfully scoff at him before turning around and capturing a picture of the sunset on your phone.
It was truly magnificent, though the camera lens didn’t capture the way the sun bounced off the water, shimmering in the warm light as the sand took on a more yellow hue. Or the way the sky faded into the prettiest orange shades you had ever seen.
“Cho! You need to look at — oh my goodness!”
You had turned back to make sure Choso was looking at the sunset, and now you were met with him, down on… both knees?
Choso held a small box, knuckles turning white from how hard he was gripping it. “I, uh, I — I mean you — no will you?” The words were leaving his mouth faster than he could process them, his cheeks burned red, and his hands shook as he stumbled over the speech he had practised a million times over with Yuji.
You stood there, mouth agape, as your brain processed what was going on. “I had this w-whole thing planned,” he stuttered out, “I wanted to do a-a speech, but you’re so perfect, and nothing describes my love for you a-and I forget to breathe when I’m with you.”
Before Choso could stop himself, he blurted out, “i love you more than words could describe… marry me?” His eyes met yours, warm and full of adoration. The box trembled in his hands as he swallowed thickly.
You felt tears brim in your waterline, despite him being a nervous wreck, Choso still somehow managed to salvage this. He knelt there, still sweating buckets, down on both knees with teary eyes, “Just say yes… please?” His voice cracked in the last word.
The sight was adorable — heartwarming even.
“Yes, Choso, of course I do!”
As soon as the words left your mouth, Choso leapt up and tackled you into a bone-crushing hug, littering your face with kisses. “I’m — mwah — so — mwah — happy.” He gushed, leaning back to stare into your eyes.
You grinned up at him, “Is that why you were so nervous today, baby?” Choso rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly, “Kind of? Well, yes. But what if you said no? Or told me to jump off the pier?” You burst into a fit of giggles, “Choso, why would I tell you to do that?”
“It’s a what if!”
“Well, I didn’t. I would love to marry you, Choso.” As if your words pulled some kind of trigger, tears began to slip from his eyes.
“Why are you crying?” You cooed, thumb gently swiping the tears from his cheeks.
abstract: who would have thought that a sex pollen curse with no ability to get prosecuted, would be the key to solving higuruma's failed marriage with the woman he still loves?
tags: ex-husband! higuruma x non sorcerer! reader, 2.8k wc, smut, intoxication (he gets hit by a curse idk…), reposted + edited from my old blog ! | art by hunnismoker (i still think abt this art) <3 - masterlist
“H-Hiromi..? What the hell are you doing here? And why do you… look like that?”
When you rushed out of your room, shirt hastily put on at the sound of the door of your apartment door being knocked, you didn’t expect for your ex-husband to appear.
Hiromi’s eyes were hooded, tie all fucked up. His jaw was clenched. His skin was pale and his pupils were dilated—as if he was high on adrenaline. It was probably 11 at night; you called off and you lounged all day after an unpleasant encounter with one of the judgemental supervisors. Your plan tonight was to watch some reality TV—potentially get take out, paint your nails and even try out a new toy you bought yourself.
You didn’t expect to open the door to then deal with your ex-husband? (who you potentially…still miss…) But he looked insane, restless.
“Can I… come in by chance?” You knew Hiromi wasn’t one to be a leech. He was far from that—and was the type of person who’d rarely ask for help.
You blinked, swinging the door open and motioning inside. “Yes, get in here.”
It was true, that Hiromi Higuruma would rarely ask for help. Hell, he was the top student at every institution he attended—and even as a Jujutsu sorcerer did he rarely ask for help. He was a damn genius.
A genius in academics and harnessing skill, that is. Not so much when it comes to managing time and communicating within his marriage to you (another lawyer…and the only love of his life).
But when Kusakabe asked him to defeat some sketchy curse by the Shinjuku train station, and got hit by a type of aphrodisiac pollen that radiated from said curse, he just had to ask you for help. You lived near and maybe… just maybe..? You were definitely smarter than him, but for old time’s sake?
He knows he shouldn't expect you to say yes, to help him. Because look at the state of your marriage—or rather former marriage. The two of you led stressful lives as attorneys, with Hiromi being a criminal defense attorney and yourself being legal counsel for a major bank downtown. However, even despite being together for years and being friends with each other for longer, time only made the two of you distant.
And before he knew it, he found himself in court for himself, signing away his marriage and you. Then came the case with Oe, his sudden Jujutsu abilities and the Culling Games, and now?
He didn’t realize how much he missed you—fucking needed you—until he was in the face of one of the—if not, the, most terrifying sorcerer of all time.
But one thing’s for sure: Hiromi was surely out of his goddamn mind the moment his body moved and made a beeline to your apartment. He still loves you. He still wants to wake up to see you every morning… He misses you so much and regrets how much he wasn’t selfish for once and lost you because of it.
Now here he was, utterly intoxicated from the aphrodisiac ability the curse had, and minutes away from rutting into the damn couch.
You held him by the arm of his blazer, and sat him down in your couch. Hiromi’s eyes traveled all over your body; you wore some loungewear, an oversized shirt he’s pretty sure was his, with no bra, and realllll pretty shorts that make your thighs look so good. Your hair and skin were damp, and you smelled fucking divine.
Was that the vanilla he liked? The nice vanilla body oil you’d lather on your perfect smooth skin every night before bed, the same oil he could get drunk off of every time the two of you slept together.
God, and your tits? Your cute breasts bouncing with every step you took and your nipples protruding from the cotton of your shirt. It took everything in him not to pounce on you, despite being a 36-year-old man with a job, responsibilities, and such. But he sure as hell missed laying his head on your chest when he finished a long day of work.
Was it the pollen that was making him act this way? Potentially. He’s not one to be that much of a pervert.
But fuck, you looked ravishing… and Hiromi felt like a horny college boy again. It was damn embarrassing but you’re the only person who’d be the most understanding… considering his current circumstance.
“Are you okay?”
“I’m fine…”
You narrowed your eyes and tapped your foot on the floor. Your apartment was dim—lit by the eco-friendly lamps you got accustomed to using since Hiromi was enthusiastic about eco-conscious appliances. You felt your face go hot—embarrassed and nervous. So much so that you felt your heartbeat fasten.
“How’s work?” You winced, wondering if it was really valid to ask about that considering Hiromi looked absolutely ruined.
“Fine. How’s life? How’s Mochi?” Mochi was the cat you both raised until you gained custody of said cat.
You exhaled sharply. “She’s fine…I’m fine. She's being watched by a friend of mine today.”
It was silent between the both of you before the two of you decided to suddenly speak. To cut the suffocating silence before you could impulsively kick him out for invading your ‘me-time’.
“What’s going on?” “W-Were you doing anything?”
Fuck.
Your eyebrows pinched together and your lips pursed. “What? Hiromi?”
He hummed, breath shaky. “I’m—hahh—just curious. You looked like you were potentially busy lounging around considering—" He eyed your body and nodded, blinking furiously.
It felt awkward; the tension could be cut with a damn chainsaw from how loud the silence between the two of you was, so to speak. It was heavy, and it was killing you.
Before, you’d have conversations for hours stemming from the most mundane things and now you can’t even acknowledge the fact that your ex-husband looks out of his goddamn mind and has an evident tent in his slacks that’s practically arousing your interest (no pun intended).
“Are you saying that ‘cause of my clothes..?” You paused, glancing at him, whose eyes were stuck on your breasts. “Or something else?”
You weren’t one to have your eyes linger but Jesus—Hiromi’s fucking bulge couldn’t be more damn obvious. His hands were fidgety and he was biting his lower lip. Not to mention, his presence felt stronger than when you last saw him a few months ago for your alimony court hearing.
“Look…I—”
You grimaced. “Hiro, I’m worried. You come into my apartment at random; you look fucking insane right now, and not to mention… You seem to have a bit of a problem. What the hell is going on with you? Is everything okay?”
His breathing was labored and he looked pathetic. Like he was injured... or rather, aroused.
"Be honest with me!"
Hiromi blinked rapidly. He couldn’t lie to you…not now. He’s already in deep enough shit with you considering you’re divorced in the first place.
“I—I’m fine…” He mentally smacked himself…Why—How could he lie to you?
“You’re full of shit, Hiromi.”
So he decided to pivot. Hiromi remembers how in the early years of your relationship, you poked fun at your superstitious grandmother’s tales of ‘Jujutsu sorcerers’… unaware that he’d become one over 15 years later.
“S-So you k-know how…that urban legend? Jujutsu?”
You narrowed your eyes at him, crossing your arms. “Yeah, my grandmother would talk about it all the time… What about it?”
Hiromi leaned against the couch and sighed. “I—uh… Long story short, some Jujutsu curse affected me. I—"
"You're...sure?" He looked up at your expression, all serious. You believed him..? You seriously did?
“Can’t you—uh—reverse curse it? Or something—I forgot what the old lady said…”
He shook his head—voice all shaky, which practically sent you over the edge to see your stern, enigmatic ex-husband of several years on the point of breaking down over a simple little curse. “No…trust me, I’ve tried…”
Hiromi suddenly leaned towards you, with what appeared to be tears in his eyes on the borderline of slipping down his eyes. "Please...Y/N. I have no one else to fucking t-tell...Please... I—"
He looked away as if he was embarrassed.
You stared at him blankly, lips pressed to a fine line and crossed your legs. "What type of curse do you think it was?"
"An aphrodisiac one of sorts...F-Fuck...please, I need your help, Y/N. I know we're on not so good terms.”
Hiromi felt fucking pathetic—his voice just cracked in front of you and he felt like a hot, horny, stupid mess… So much for wanting to win you back. “I can’t do it if it’s not with you…”
You stayed quiet for a moment and looked away, like you were contemplating.
“Okay.”
"I'll help you," you said, standing up. You held his clammy hand as he stood up from the couch, walking with you to your bedroom where you suddenly pushed him on the mattress and stood facing the wall.
"Now strip."
Hiromi’s known you since the two of you were in high school. He knows how you bite your lip when you’re embarrassed and twiddle your fingers when you’re shy…and you were doing just that.
"Really? You're really h-helping me?"
You exhaled, sighing deeply. "They do say time makes the heart grow fonder..."
"Rea-"
"Hiro, just do what I asked you to do, yeah? Don't push it."
Hiromi took off his shirt, unbuckled his pants and slid them down. His eyes followed you as you crawled onto the bed, eyeing his rock-hard cock that laid above his tummy, already leaking pre-cum.
“Jesus Christ… You weren’t kidding.” You hummed, looking a bit too amused at your husband’s current state. You planted your knees on each side of his thighs and stroked his cock, all stiff and twitching in your hand.
You glanced at his upper torso and your eyes widened; he no longer had that soft body you liked—slightly plush tummy and firm arms with a little extra fat, no… Hiromi was lean now, like he was actively working out. Your chest tightened; was he trying to look good for another bitch?
You began licking the sides of his cock, tracing his veins with your tongue as you licked it like a lolly if the lolly was running out of flavor.
"Ohhh—hahhh…Fuckkkkkk…” He breathed out, composure all disheveled.
You had forgotten how much you missed your husband’s pretty cock; all nice and large, veiny, and certainly girthy. So much so, you could feel your panties getting wet at the memory of how well he stretched you out every time you two had sex (which before your divorce and rough patch, was very frequent).
Your tongue swirled around his weeping shaft while your hand worked at the base of his cock, stroking it. The taste of his salty-sweet cum in your mouth made you feel almost needy for more as you took him whole. Your thighs tightened around his legs, and you could feel your cunt practically throb in anticipation.
Tears began brimming at your eyes as you looked up at him, eyes closed and lips parted as he kept letting out quiet groans at the feeling of you suctioning around his cock. Hiromi’s breathing became more jagged and his forehead gleamed with sweat already, a string of curses leaving his lips.
“Mmm…shit…” He squeezed his eyes shut as your tongue teased his cock slightly, giving him butterfly kisses until you took him whole again.
You slurped on his cock further, as Hiromi’s hands gripped on your hair as you did so, his voice cracking with every whine, and you’ve never felt more aroused. His cock twitched, with his creamy load splurting in your mouth.
You wiped the corners of your lips and swallowed.
“Please—Y/N, fuck me...”
Your widened doe eyes looked up at him, still on your knees. Hiromi blinked, lips pursed, and face all flushed. He was clearly embarrassed at his sheer state of depravity and desperation, and lack of composure and decorum. You lifted yourself up, where you were chest to chest with him, and grabbed his cock from the small space between the two of you.
You stroked him slowly, giving it a few pumps given the fact he got hard as soon as he came in your mouth. Your hips bucked up as you aligned the tip of his cock to your puffy, wet slit, your cunt gleaming from your arousal, and with your panties to the side.
“Just a moment, sweetheart,” you whispered, wrapping your arms around his neck as you slowly adjusted yourself.
You moved your hips to side to side and shifted your weight on your knees as you went up and down his cock.
"Hahhhh, fuckkkk..." You could feel every pulsating vein and how lengthy yet filling his cock was in your pussy. You missed him...you missed his dick.
“Move. Fuck me. Please.” You said it in such a manner that your voice cracks and whiny tone almost unlocked something in him. His slow touches on your ass became rougher, with more weight and force.
Hiromi's hips went at a damn near animalistic pace, rutting into you with vigor as his hands maneuvered your ass up and down on his dick. The pitter-patter sound of your soaked thighs meeting his echoed through the bedroom loudly, and that alone made you whine, feeling the sticky and hot skin with every move of the hips.
It felt almost nostalgic that you could cry—sheer memory or the fact you're taking him now, take your pick.
"God...You're so fucking tight, my beautiful girl..." He breathed out, slapping your ass and holding the plush fat in his palm.
“Nghhh—Oh my Godddd—Fuckkkk-!” You whined, scratching at his tan-toned biceps; they were so defined, strong. Your face was buried in the crook of his neck as you felt him pant against your warm skin.
Hiromi had pressed your body closer to his, your perky breasts against his toned chest while he fucked you with such vigor, it made your head spin.
“Don’t stop, please. Please, baby,” he groaned, the raspy sound of his voice leaving you with butterflies in your stomach and your pussy fluttering around his cock.
“Fuckfuckfuckfuck—Y/N…” He closed his eyes and held you tighter, the sensation of him emptying his load only had you squeezing your eyes shut and knees bucking against his sides.
“I missed you… so damn much.”
That tight feeling in your lower tummy felt as if it released, a warm buzzing feeling washing over your body.
“Hahhh—nghhh—H-Hiro—! Mmmmm…” You threw your head back, your hips moving in a figure-8 motion before gasping.
Hiromi lifted you from your waist, wrapping his surprisingly strong arms around your waist and turning you around so that your back met his chest (his also surprisingly lean chest…).
“Look at yourself, all beautiful…” He sounded like he was damn intoxicated, a stupid smile on his face while he looked at your appearance in the mirror before the two of you, facing the bed.
You looked a mess; your hair was a mess and a sleek sheen of sweat covered your body. Your lips were swollen and your cunt was glazed with your mixed arousals.
"Oh my fucking—!" You cried out, with Hiromi slamming you on his cock over and over torturously fast.
“Unghh—Fuuuckk…” Hiromi rolled his hips, the sound of his load sloshing inside your cunt becoming noticeable. You threw your head back into his shoulder and winced at the pace he took.
“Why the hell did we even divorce…?” He huffed, lifting your hips further. His gaze was glued onto the mirror—observing the faces of pleasure you were making and the way your eyes rolled every time his tip kissed your cute little cervix so nicely.
You choked, hips rolling and maw slack. He really hit all those deliciously pleasurable spots that made you cry. You chanted Hiromi’s name as if it was a prayer, feeling your cunt twitch against his cock and your skin becoming feverish and slippery the more you moved yourself on him. His wet thrusts became sloppier—more erotic. A scream escaping your lips as your arousal gushed out around his cock as ropes of his cum filled you after, again.
“Hnghh—I—hic!—don’t fucking know!” Your brain was fucking scrambled from how deep his thick cock was pistoning in you, still.
Hiromi panted against your skin, slowly lifting you. “I think the pollen effect wore off so—"
And before he could even pull back, you squeezed his arm and attempted to get closer to him.
You turned your head, catching your own breath and making eye contact with his own crazed look.
“How—hahhh—about 1 more time? Yeah? Old times' sake."
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a/n: still in the middle of reposting my fics !! i’m trying some feedback i got from my blog previously of formatting longer fics with proper capitalization so that is what i’ll be doing from now on (will update ao3 ver soon too!) but very excited to post new longer fics i’m writing (both blue lock and jjk)
choso slides the tight, pink fabric that glides over his shoulders and barely reaches his thighs. although, the short silk dress does absolutely nothing to hide his throbbing, painful erection building up, pre forming in his prominent cock, soaking into the matching pink panties that were originally for you until you thought it was a great idea to have him model the set first.
he struggles walking out of the walk in closet, the fabric hugging him oh so tight.
"wow, cho. didn't know you were actually going to agree with this. it looks great on you." you grin, putting your hands on your hips.
"it really doesn't, sweetheart.. this is all so tight and too overwhelming for me." his eyebrows furrow, looking at you with a silent plea to let him take it off. he was willing to walk around the house naked if it meant taking the pink lingerie off.
"ah, you're not taking it off the way you think, choso. come here."
he tries his hardest to walk over to you, well, in the normal way he walks, but ends up just walking like he's got a stick up his ass for the last few steps towards you.
you place a hand on the side of his face, nails digging in softly before tongues work in tandem— saliva mixing together to collect at the side of choso's mouth.
your lips slide down to his collarbone, soft lips leaving purple hickeys aalll over his pretty chest.
he groans, hands digging into your scalp, tangling into your hair.
"f—fuck, sweetheart…"
your lips move down, kissing every inch of pale skin, up until his dick.
your hands move down to his hips, skilled fingers pulling the pre- soaked panties off of his hard cock.
"oh, fuck, choso. this soaked just for me?" you tap a finger onto his pink tip, liquid strings pulling back with your fingers.
he moans, legs going wobbly. "yes, baby. god, you're a fucking sadist— watching me in pain. this is too tight, fuuuckk.."
the 'fuck' is accentuated with a lick, tongue lapping up the salty pre before lips wrap around his lengthy cock.
his grip around your hair tightens once more, hands shaking in your scalp.
your hands wrap tightly around the base of his dick, pumping what couldn't fit into your mouth.
he hisses one last time, before a vast amount of cum shoots into your mouth, musky release coating your plush lips.
his hands loosen in your hair, dropping your face down to the floor before grabbing it back up again, spit n cum mixing together in a pathetic attempt to merge you two together.
"..that was… amazing, sweetheart." he says, red marks on his muscled skin as you rip the silk lingerie clean off of him.
frat!sukuna as your first boyfriend and first time
i wouldn’t say this is like nsfw but it’s suggestive so beware!
thank you for reading! please do NOT steal my work, or feed it into AI. all of my writing is my original work.
you’ve never had sex before. in fact, not even close.
you’ve never even had a boyfriend.
so it’s safe to say that having ryomen sukuna as your first boyfriend was bold.
sukuna loved touching you, but of course, he knew you had boundaries.
he knew you were nervous to have sex. whenever you two would make out on the bed, you backed out before it went to far.
he didn’t really care too much, which surprised all of his frat brothers.
“you seriously don’t wanna crack?” toji asked him a while back.
“dude, shut up. not everything is about sex for me.”
toji laughed at that, and he wasn’t wrong for thinking sukuna was crazy.
before you, sukuna was a fuckboy. he attended every party, and made sure he got laid every time.
when you two met at a party, that’s when everything changed.
you were in a small and tight red dress, the same color of his flaming irises. it clung to each of your curves in the best way possible. your soft and delicate hands pushed and pulled at the bottom of the dress, trying to cover your thighs.
it’s obvious you were brought here unwillingly by one of your friends.
sukuna couldn’t hold back his smirk, nudging toji.
“bingo.”
he didn’t expect that you would be different then all the other women he slept with. you had a deep and drunken conversation with him all night, even after all the people left the party and the booming music became absent.
sukuna felt an instant connection to you.
that’s why he made an effort to be your boyfriend, and not have you just be some fling.
back to current time, you’re sat on his lap in his bedroom. sukuna’s pressing gentle kisses to your neck, leading back up to your lips.
his kissed are loving, but they’re slowly growing more heated and needy.
you pull away for a second, hesitating.
sukuna instantly stops, his hands resting on your hips reassuringly.
“you wanna stop now?” he whispers, voice brushing your ears.
your mind is rushing with thoughts. even though you’re extremely nervous, you’re actually considering having sex with sukuna.
you two have been dating for around a year now, and you feel grounded with him.
you feel safe with him, the feeling you can be freely vulnerable with him.
you whisper back. “no.”
sukuna’s eyes widen, his red irises glowing in the moonlight spilling in from the window.
“you want to….have sex?” he asks, not wanting to overstep.
you think again, studying his face, and you finally nod.
“yeah ryo. i want you to be my first.”
sukuna’s whole face softens, and he buries his face into the crook of your neck and collarbone.
“are you sure, baby?” he mumbles. “that’s…that’s a big step.”
you run your manicured fingers through his hair. “i’m sure.”
sukuna then raises his head, and captures your lips in another kiss.
you’re now both naked, legs tangled together under the thin bedsheets.
you’re slightly sweaty and damp due to your earlier activities, but you feel like you’re glowing.
sukuna lowers his head, pressing a soft, delicate kiss to your temple.
“was it okay?” he asks.
you instantly nod. “yes, baby. it was really nice. i loved it.”
he smiles, and nuzzles your face into his chest, wrapping his large arms around you.
“good. i love you, sweet girl.”
“i love you too, ryo.”
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♡ ⸝⸝ frat!gojo wants you to be his again ! ❤︎₊ ⊹ ft fetty wap on a jbl speaker
it was late. after studying, you had crawled into bed thirty minutes ago in hopes to catch some sleep. your final exam for bio was tomorrow and your anxiety was eating away at your stomach. the past half hour of tossing and turning was starting to get to you. you needed to get some sleep, and fast. you exhaled as a wave of drowsiness hit you. your eyes fluttered shut. finally, you thought. you snuggled in your blankets and began to drift off.
your window of sleep lasted all but five minutes. you woke up startled as you heard loud music blasting. the vibrations somehow made it through the walls. you rubbed your eyes and looked around in confusion. your roommate wasn’t in her bed, she was probably at her boyfriend’s. that’s when you realized the source of loud music was coming from outside your window.
crawling out of bed, you decided to investigate. you pulled back the curtains and looked down. to your demise, you saw your ex boyfriend, satoru gojo, standing outside your window holding up a JBL speaker. “again” by fetty wap blared from the large speaker.
“i want you to be mine again, bae-be!” satoru screeched, completely off tune. you winced and groaned softly, the sharp sound ringing in your ears. he cannot be serious. it was 2am and finals week, someone was bound to curse him out for causing a commotion this late.
“i know my lifestyle is driving you cray-zay…but i cannot see myself without you,” he continued. you were too tired to scream or shout, but you had to shut him up somehow. you opted for throwing his hoodie at him. you launched it at him with as much force as you could muster in your current state. it hit his chest, distracting him and making him lose his place in the song. he mumbled the lyrics before catching up.
“i go out of my way to please you, i go out of my way to see you!” he shouted. god, he didn’t know when to quit. that was the last of his things you had, you didn’t know what else to throw. scanning your room, you came up empty. guess you were going to have to be the one to cuss him out.
“shut up the fuck up! gosh!” you shouted at him. you still felt groggy, but you had to get him out of here.
he ignored your request and started to dance along. you rolled your eyes at his goofy little two step. he looked absolutely ridiculous, but didn’t seem to care at all.
“and i want you to be mine again, bae-by, i know my lifestyle is drivi—ow!” the dumbass yelped as he accidentally dropped the 30 pound speak on his head.
you snorted as he rubbed his head and fought back tears. a genuine laugh bubbled out of you at the sight. he glanced up at you once more and the idiot smiled.
“oh how i’ve missed hearing that sweet sound.” he beamed at you. a red bump was starting to form on his head where you assumed the speaker had hit him. what a lunatic.
you immediately frowned. “stop being corny and go home!” you whisper shouted. the music had finally stopped—satoru’s thick skull must have broken the speaker—so you were trying to be mindful of your volume.
“huh?? i can’t hear you speak up.” he put his hand to his ear and looked at you expectantly. you rolled your eyes and whisper shouted again, slightly louder this time.
“go. home.”
it was his turn to frown. “what? no! i’m not leaving until you take me back. i promise, i won’t distract you from your studies anymore.”
you scoffed. “a boyfriend is a distraction by default, satoru. don’t be dense. go home, aren’t you tired?”
“tired of living without you, yeah,” he replied swiftly.
you scoffed. he was corny, yes, but the gesture was sweet. you’d be lying if you said you didn’t miss him. he didn’t necessarily do anything wrong either, he had been your sweet little himbo of a boyfriend, always there for you when you needed him.
maybe it was the fact you were exhausted. maybe it was the rose colored glasses that you definitely had on because of his rom com esque gesture. maybe it was just what’s been hiding in your heart. whatever it was, you gestured for him to come up.
his cerulean eyes widened and he grinned from ear to ear. “really?!?”
“don’t make me regret it,” you grumped.
he scurried off the lawn, and headed up, leaving his speaker behind. when he got your door, he practically suffocated you with a bear hug. you hugged him back, relishing in his warmth.
“i missed you. i love you.” he whispered into your hair. you couldn’t help but smile at his confession.
“i missed you too ‘toru.” he kissed your cheek and moved to reach your lips, but you stopped him.
holding up your finger to his lips, you glared at him.
-`♡´- Your girl-friend a menace..! :: 18+ :: gf!shoko x fem!reader :: getting handsy in a bathroom stall for the most part..xo ::
Shoko Ieiri had always been the kind of girlfriend who made your heart race in the quietest moments. Sweet and a little older, she carried herself with that effortless calm that hid just how insatiable she truly was for you. Tonight was no different, the apartment lights were dimmed low. The clock had ticked past midnight, hours ago, you lay back against the soft pillows while she hovered over you with that familiar lazy smile playing on her lips.
Her hands moved first. Gentle yet possessive and she cupped your breasts and squeezed them together creating the perfect plush valley for her mouth to explore. You felt the heat rise in your cheeks immediately, embarrassment flooded through you even as your body arched toward her touch. Shoko noticed of course. She always did.
"So pretty like this for me princess," she murmured against your skin. Her voice was low and warm. She leaned in and took one nipple between her lips, sucking slowly and deeply. The wet heat of her mouth made you whimper, then she switched to the other breast lavishing it with the same attention. Her tongue swirled around the sensitive peak while her fingers kept your soft heavy tits pressed close for her.
She pulled back just enough to admire them. Her eyes lingering on the slight difference in size. One was always a little fuller than the other. She loved that imperfection. It made her smile widen every single time. "My favorite thing," she whispered before leaning down again. This time she focused on the pretty brown of your areolas. The color was rich and warm. She had confessed once that it was her favorite shade in the whole world.
You remembered the way she would match it to her makeup. In the mornings she would carefully line her eyes or her lips with a soft brown that echoed the exact hue of your nipples. It was her little secret ritual. One that always left you flustered when she explained it out loud.
Earlier that evening you both wandered through a high end boutique together. Shoko was browsing through lipstick shades, warm rich tones of browns and reds, when another customer in the store asked her what color her lipliner was.
Shoko gave you a look of pure amusement before opening her mouth and uttering,“Oh its actually the color of my girlfriends ni-" before Shoko could finish the rest of that sentence, a small squeak escaped you and your hand raised up to give a sharp tug to her sleeve, making her laugh the rest of what she was saying, off.
God she almost said it so casually, and you went red in the face out of pure embarrassment. Shoko had a big smile on her lips and you pouted instantly, stammering something incoherent while she just chuckled.
The customer blinked in polite confusion but Shoko simply waved it off with a soft laugh. Her hand found yours right after and she tugged you along like nothing had happened. Yet the flush on your cheeks stayed warm all the way out the boutique doors.
Two minutes later she was dragging you toward the nearest bathroom stall. Her hand was firm around your wrist. The door clicked shut behind you both, and Shoko wasted no time, pushing you gently against the cool wall and kissing you stupid. Her mouth was hungry and insistent, tongue sliding against yours in deep licks that left your knees weak.
You could barely catch your breath when her lovely fingers were already slipping down into your pants, moving with practiced ease, unbuttoning and then hooking under the edge of your panties, pulling the fabric aside. The cool air hit your sensitive skin for only a second before her fingertips found your twitching clit, rubbing slow circles at first, teasing, building you up till your cunt was slick and soaking her fingers.
"You get so wet for me so fast," she breathed against your ear. Her voice was full of affection and heat. She pressed harder now, fingers dipping lower gathering the slickness that was already dripping from you. She used it to glide back up and stroke your clit with perfect pressure. Your hips jerked forward chasing her touch, the sounds of your soft gasps filled the enclosed stall.
Shoko didn't let up. She kissed you again swallowing every little moan. Her free hand stayed at your chest squeezing and kneading the fat plush of your breasts while her fingers worked between your thighs. She loved how responsive you were, how your body trembled and soaked her hand. She circled faster, then slower. Drawing it out until you were a mess of whimpers and dripping arousal.
"Come on baby," she coaxed sweetly. "Let me feel you cum. Just once for me, right here pretty. I need it." Her fingers pressed and rubbed with expert care. The tension coiled tighter inside you, your thighs shook and she kept you pinned there with her body and her kisses until the pleasure crashed over you hard. You came with a muffled cry against her mouth. Wetness flooded her fingers and dripped down your thighs making an undeniable mess.
Shoko hummed happily and didn't pull away just yet. Instead she kept touching you through the aftershocks. Gentle strokes that prolonged the bliss. Her mouth moved back down to your breasts sucking softly on one nipple then the other. She worshiped.
When you finally caught your breath she kissed your forehead. "Good girl. But we're not done, baby. I can never get enough of you." Her eyes sparkled with that sweet possessive love as she helped fix your clothes just enough to get you both back home safely. The night was still young and Shoko had every intention of spending the rest of it buried between your plush curves making you cum again and again until you were utterly spent and glowing.
She was your sweet older girlfriend after all. And she lived for moments exactly like this.
not in a cocky, locker-room-brag kinda way— it was just a fact of life. a curse, almost. something that made hookups easy, one-night stands messier, and relationships short-lived. the kind of size that made girls talk, but rarely come back for round two. the kind that made casual sex complicated and intimacy nearly impossible.
and he never really cared about any of that. not until you.
not until his sweet little girlfriend— his— looked up at him one night, mouth all swollen from kissing, panties soaked, thighs spread, and asked him in the softest voice; “why won’t you fuck me?”
toji damn near choked.
because he wanted to. so so so badly. he wanted nothing more than to wreck you. make you sob. feel you clench around him and hear all the pretty sounds you’d make when he pushed in deep. he thought about it constantly, jerked off to it more than he’d admit, could barely look at you some days without getting hard, but everytime things got hot, whenever he had you moaning under his tongue or dripping down his fingers, he always stopped. always pulled back, fucked you with everything except his cock.
and it wasn’t because he didn’t want to.
it was because he’d rather die than hurt you.
you were too pretty. too soft. too delicate, curled up against him in those little sleep shorts, giggling when he kissed your neck and clinging to his arm like you trusted him not to break you. and he did. he tried. but he was terrified.
he’d slide his fingers into you and feel how tight you were. he’d mouth at your pussy for hours, just to hear you beg. he’d grind against you while you whined in his lap, soaking through both your clothes, whispering “please, toji, i want it—” and all he could do was kiss you and tell you “later, baby. next time. not tonight.”
but then came tonight.
tonight, you’re spread out on his bed, naked and flushed, eyes watery and lips swollen from how hard he’s been kissing you. his head’s between your legs again, of course it is, tongue buried in your soaked pussy, fingers gripping your thighs while he groans like you’re the one giving him head.
he’s addicted to it. to you.
you cum once on his tongue. then again, slower, whimpering his name in an endless loop. he doesn’t stop, not even when your thighs shake. just keeps licking, worshipping, devouring like he’s starving and you’re the last fucking meal on earth.
and when you finally tug his hair, trembling, and whisper, “toji, please, i want you inside—” he freezes.
his mouth is wet with your slick. his eyes are wild.
“baby,” he murmurs, voice wrecked, “you don’t get it. i could hurt you.”
“i trust you,” you say.
“i’m serious.” he kisses your knee, your inner thigh, soft and trembling. “you’re so small. fuck- it’s not gonna fit—”
you look at him, soft and breathless, and say the one thing that breaks him completely; “but i want you to try.”
and that’s all it takes.
toji kisses you passionately. slow and deep. tongue in your mouth, one big hand cupping your jaw while the other strokes between your legs again, spreading the slick around like he’s prepping you for war.
“tell me if it’s too much,” he rasps. “tell me to stop. i mean it.”
you nod.
he lines up, breath shaky, cock thick and twitching in his hand— and fuck, he wasn’t exaggerating. he’s huge. long, veiny, curved just right, flushed dark at the tip, and already leaking like he’s about to lose his mind.
and when he pushes in, just the head, you both gasp involuntarily.
it’s tight. so fucking tight he almost blacks out.
you clutch at him, nails digging into his shoulders, legs shaking as he goes slow. agonizingly, sweetly slow. inch by inch, letting you stretch around him, stopping to kiss your neck and whisper, “you’re doing so good for me, baby… fuck, you feel like heaven…”
and once he’s fully inside, when your hips finally meet and your eyes flutter open, dazed and teary— he stays there. just stays, cock buried deep, not even moving. “can’t,” he breathes, “gimme a second- fuck- you’re squeezin’ me so tight—”
you both lay there, pressed together, hearts pounding. you feel full. stretched in a way that makes your toes curl. but it doesn’t hurt. not like you thought it would. it’s overwhelming. thick, hot, but good.
you nod up at him. whisper, “move, toji. please.”
and when he does— when he pulls out halfway, then thrusts back in slow and deep— your whole body arches off the bed.
and that’s when he really loses it.
because you’re moaning. loud. like you’ve needed this. like you’ve been aching for him for weeks. you’re clenching around him, pulling him in, crying “yes, toji, fuck, more—!”
and he gives it to you.
all of it.
no holding back now.
he growls your name like it’s a curse and fucks you hard, fast, deep, slamming into your sweet spot with every thrust, hands gripping your waist as if he’s scared you might float away if he lets go.
“this what you wanted, baby?” he pants, breath hot against your ear. “wanted me to stretch this tiny pussy out? make it mine?”
you sob. nod. “yesyes, please, i needed it!”
“you’re takin’ it so good,” he growls, “knew you could. fuck, i love you—”
your eyes go wide. your breath catches.
but then he says it again.
“I love you. I fucking love you.”
and then you cum. hard. stars behind your eyes. body spasming. and toji follows with a moan so deep, it vibrates in your chest, spilling inside you as his hips jerk and his cock pulses.
he stays buried in you. kisses your neck. strokes your cheek. whispers, “you okay, baby?”
you nod, dazed. smiling.
“…still think it’s too big?”
“mmh,” you giggle, squeezing around him, “i think you just needed to put it to good use.”
he groans. “you’re gonna kill me.”
“you love it.”
he kisses you again.
and yeah. he really, really does.
maybe i will start posting here again… who knows.. lol
warnings: sukuna's kind of mean, degrading, overstim, reader is a freak, lwk all i can think of loll
a/n: idk why i have horny thoughts at like 2am but here we are
sukuna knows he's mean, it's not necessarily something he tries to hide. he knows that when he touches it isn't gentle.
what he doesn't know, is how he ended up in bed with you.
a sweet college girl with flowers practically blooming at your sides. you were smart, never really went to parties and didn't have much of a social life.
you played up the part of the righteous, quiet girl, who claimed she didn't like trouble.
sukuna saw through it immediately.
the way your eyes lingered just a second too long, how your breathing changed when he leaned in a little too close.
you weren't innocent, just restrained. patiently waiting, longing for someone to strip away your composure. well, he was determined to change that.
so when he has you face down on the bed, your ass up in the air and both hands gathered in one of his, he isn't surprised to hear cries. your sounds of pleasure only slightly muffled by the pillow underneath you.
"f-fuck sukuna, please. please i can't s' too much" you cry, a mix of tears and drool staining your pillowcase.
"yeah, yeah. ya keep whinin'" he whispers, ears lowering to the shell of your ear, "but your pussy's are being more honest"," he smirks, landing two loud smacks to the globes of your ass. your body lurches forward from the newfound stimulation, tears flowing like rapids down the fat of your cheeks. he slows his pace just testing the waters, rapid and shallow thrusts now turning slow and deep. his eyes watched as you whined, hips writhing on his dick like a carousel.
he knew you wanted it, he just wanted you to stop denying it. his hips thrusting even slower than before, watching as you fall apart. that didn't last for long though.
"no, faster, fuck. please. please faster" you begged, arms lifting to prop yourself up as you moved your hips back onto him. he smirked, his interest piqued just for a second, what was once amusement, now replaced with pride. a small smirk gracing his lips as he flips you onto your back, your feet resting on his shoulders.
"that's my girl"
he wastes no time sliding into you once again, his hands moving to cage your head. his lips find yours in a heated kiss, teeth clashing as you adjust to his size.
"see? you kept bitchin about it being too much a second ago, where'd that go princess?" he huffed. he ruts against your hips in short, brutal thrusts, his cock kissing your g-spot with each move.
he feels it coming, that thin line splitting between himself and ecstasy. he's lost count of the amount of times you've finished, priding himself on never being the one who lost control first. but he can't ignore the fact that it's been the first time he's ever had to try and restrain himself from finishing too early.
"'m gonna cum- fuck"
"yeah? cum for me, show me how much of a greedy fuckin' slut you are"
those words are all you need to push you over the edge as you tighten around him, periodic spasms of pleasure washing over you. sukuna follows you shortly after, white streams coating your stomach, his cock twitching after his release.
he collapses next to you, the sweat from his body suddenly more present than it was before. his head turns towards you, red eyes taking in your tired form.
'yeah she'll be sleeping for days' he thinks, hands resting behind his head as he allows his eyes to finally shut. his relaxation is cut short when he hears the soft rustling of the sheets, your hands coming to rest on his broad chest, legs on either side of his hips. you looked insatiable.
just a late night thought 🤔 but my account has been growing a lot recently and i'm so grateful :) that being said, i don't get a chance to check out who follows me and whatnot (i have the notifs off 🫨)
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-`♡´- Your girl-friend a menace..! :: 18+ :: gf!shoko x fem!reader :: getting handsy in a bathroom stall for the most part..xo ::
Shoko Ieiri had always been the kind of girlfriend who made your heart race in the quietest moments. Sweet and a little older, she carried herself with that effortless calm that hid just how insatiable she truly was for you. Tonight was no different, the apartment lights were dimmed low. The clock had ticked past midnight, hours ago, you lay back against the soft pillows while she hovered over you with that familiar lazy smile playing on her lips.
Her hands moved first. Gentle yet possessive and she cupped your breasts and squeezed them together creating the perfect plush valley for her mouth to explore. You felt the heat rise in your cheeks immediately, embarrassment flooded through you even as your body arched toward her touch. Shoko noticed of course. She always did.
"So pretty like this for me princess," she murmured against your skin. Her voice was low and warm. She leaned in and took one nipple between her lips, sucking slowly and deeply. The wet heat of her mouth made you whimper, then she switched to the other breast lavishing it with the same attention. Her tongue swirled around the sensitive peak while her fingers kept your soft heavy tits pressed close for her.
She pulled back just enough to admire them. Her eyes lingering on the slight difference in size. One was always a little fuller than the other. She loved that imperfection. It made her smile widen every single time. "My favorite thing," she whispered before leaning down again. This time she focused on the pretty brown of your areolas. The color was rich and warm. She had confessed once that it was her favorite shade in the whole world.
You remembered the way she would match it to her makeup. In the mornings she would carefully line her eyes or her lips with a soft brown that echoed the exact hue of your nipples. It was her little secret ritual. One that always left you flustered when she explained it out loud.
Earlier that evening you both wandered through a high end boutique together. Shoko was browsing through lipstick shades, warm rich tones of browns and reds, when another customer in the store asked her what color her lipliner was.
Shoko gave you a look of pure amusement before opening her mouth and uttering,“Oh its actually the color of my girlfriends ni-" before Shoko could finish the rest of that sentence, a small squeak escaped you and your hand raised up to give a sharp tug to her sleeve, making her laugh the rest of what she was saying, off.
God she almost said it so casually, and you went red in the face out of pure embarrassment. Shoko had a big smile on her lips and you pouted instantly, stammering something incoherent while she just chuckled.
The customer blinked in polite confusion but Shoko simply waved it off with a soft laugh. Her hand found yours right after and she tugged you along like nothing had happened. Yet the flush on your cheeks stayed warm all the way out the boutique doors.
Two minutes later she was dragging you toward the nearest bathroom stall. Her hand was firm around your wrist. The door clicked shut behind you both, and Shoko wasted no time, pushing you gently against the cool wall and kissing you stupid. Her mouth was hungry and insistent, tongue sliding against yours in deep licks that left your knees weak.
You could barely catch your breath when her lovely fingers were already slipping down into your pants, moving with practiced ease, unbuttoning and then hooking under the edge of your panties, pulling the fabric aside. The cool air hit your sensitive skin for only a second before her fingertips found your twitching clit, rubbing slow circles at first, teasing, building you up till your cunt was slick and soaking her fingers.
"You get so wet for me so fast," she breathed against your ear. Her voice was full of affection and heat. She pressed harder now, fingers dipping lower gathering the slickness that was already dripping from you. She used it to glide back up and stroke your clit with perfect pressure. Your hips jerked forward chasing her touch, the sounds of your soft gasps filled the enclosed stall.
Shoko didn't let up. She kissed you again swallowing every little moan. Her free hand stayed at your chest squeezing and kneading the fat plush of your breasts while her fingers worked between your thighs. She loved how responsive you were, how your body trembled and soaked her hand. She circled faster, then slower. Drawing it out until you were a mess of whimpers and dripping arousal.
"Come on baby," she coaxed sweetly. "Let me feel you cum. Just once for me, right here pretty. I need it." Her fingers pressed and rubbed with expert care. The tension coiled tighter inside you, your thighs shook and she kept you pinned there with her body and her kisses until the pleasure crashed over you hard. You came with a muffled cry against her mouth. Wetness flooded her fingers and dripped down your thighs making an undeniable mess.
Shoko hummed happily and didn't pull away just yet. Instead she kept touching you through the aftershocks. Gentle strokes that prolonged the bliss. Her mouth moved back down to your breasts sucking softly on one nipple then the other. She worshiped.
When you finally caught your breath she kissed your forehead. "Good girl. But we're not done, baby. I can never get enough of you." Her eyes sparkled with that sweet possessive love as she helped fix your clothes just enough to get you both back home safely. The night was still young and Shoko had every intention of spending the rest of it buried between your plush curves making you cum again and again until you were utterly spent and glowing.
She was your sweet older girlfriend after all. And she lived for moments exactly like this.
Pairing: OF Girl!Femjo x Camgirl!Reader (ft. BF!Nerdjo)
Synopsis: Your nerdy boyfriend Satoru has always been very supportive of your camgirl business, but ever since he started summer courses, he has become unavailable. Especially when it comes to sex. What happens when his twin sister gets sick of watching you suffer at the hands of her idiot brother and decides to take matters into her own hands? By helping you make content, of course!
Warnings: 18+ (MDNI); Modern/College AU; No Curse AU; Gojo Twins AU; BF!Nerdjo x GF!Reader; Sex Worker!Reader x Sex Worker!Femjo; Coercion; Sex on Camera; Girl on Girl; Voyeurism; Sex w/ Toys; Strap-On; 69ing; Tongue & Nipple Piercings; Cheating; Spanking; Pussy Smacks; Dom!Femjo x sub!Reader; Riding; Mating Press; Reader Cums 2x; Caught by BF!Nerdjo (oopsies)
Word Count: 6.7k
Disclaimer: I own none of the characters mentioned in this fic. However, as this is my writing, I do not give permission for my work to be reposted on any other sites that are not from my own accounts. Thank you!
Writer's Note: A VERY HAPPY PRIDE TO ALL MY LGBTQ MOOTS, WRITERS & READERS!!! 🌈🌈🌈 I hope y'all enjoy this one! I've been consuming Femjo fics for a week now & had to write something about it. That concept is just too fucking hot 😮💨😮💨 maybe I'll do a Fem!SatoSugu one next??? -love, Jazz
Credits: Dividers made by @angeliicide!
Song · 2025 · Duration 2:33
You blink up at the white-haired bombshell standing in front of you in nothing but a blue bikini and cut-off shorts after lounging by her pool.
You try not to stare at her perfect tits glistening with suntan oil or her perfectly muscular legs or her perfectly flat, toned stomach and everything that's perfect, perfect, perfect on her. Because she's also your boyfriend's twin sister.
"You…wanna help me with my porn? By fucking me on camera?" you carefully ask, making sure that you're not hallucinating or you didn't mishear her.
Your man's twin sibling rolls her blue eyes at you as if what you just said was so utterly stupid. "No, ya dummy! Weren’t you even listenin’ to me? I said I’d record your video for your horn-dog fans since my stupid ass brother won’t."
She stands over you with her iPhone while you sit on her bed covered in a hot pink comforter, very confused and very naked under your pink robe. "You're gonna help me record...with that?" You point at the very thick 9 1/2-inch dildo sitting at the foot of the bed.
She nods, grinning those perfectly white teeth at you, like this plan isn't totally fucking insane. "Yeah! Don’t worry, I’ll just act like I'm fucking you and never go inside…without your permission. If ya want me to fuck you with it, I can—"
"No, no, are you crazy?!" you scoff, tightening the rope around your body. "That’s called cheating, Suki ! I’m dating your twin brother!"
Suki Gojo, who has always been able to get whatever she wanted with one flip of her long, white hair and bat of her blue eyes, gives you a sour face. "Duh. I know that, dummy. But if you want it to seem real, I’m just sayin’—"
"Stop talking. It’s bad enough you even came in Satoru's bedroom while I was about to record. So embarrassing."
Once Satoru, your longtime boyfriend, had left to go to class and left you to your own devices as he usually did since he gave you a key to his place, you figured that you'd stay and record a custom paid video for your page since you didn't feel like going back to your dorm to do it.
Now you're glad you didn't because Suki's set-up is a lot better than yours: special lights to turn the room shades of pink, red, and purple; stuffed animals set up on the bed; a tripod facing a backdrop where she takes her sexy photos for her fans, her many wigs and costumes seen hanging up on hooks.
You're just not overjoyed that she decided to walk in on you while you were in Satoru's bedroom about to play with one of your trusty dildos for the video, your legs spread in front of your phone sat against the pillows. "Oh, would you pipe down with that?" she tuts. "I’ve seen pussy before, silly! And you’re talkin’ to a pro OF girl."
She gives you a wink that you pretend doesn't make her stomach flip flop. Suki's attractiveness is a thorn in your side, but it's a given since she's a Gojo. Her and Satoru are by far the finest people on your university's campus, but total opposites. While Suki is out-going and the life of the party (and quite the girl to get around), Satoru is quite, reserved, and extremely nerdy.
Suki has tried to hook you before with her pretty smile and flirty talk, but in the end, Satoru was the one to charm you. But that doesn't mean Suki has stopped her flirting. She hasn't tried anything with you, but you would be lying if you said you hadn't fantasized about your boyfriend's sister.
"It’s not about that. It’s about the fact that I’m dating your brother," you firmly say, scowling up at her. Suki sighs, crossing her arms over her chest, squishing her tits together. "Oh, yes…my brother who won’t fuck his pretty cam girl GF on camera for her followers and help her rack up more money. No support."
"That’s not true! Satoru is VERY supportive of my camming business!" you protest. But even as you say it, deep down, you don't feel like it's quite true. Especially lately.
Ever since you revealed to your boyfriend your camgirl side hustle on top of your main job at a cafè where you two met, Satoru has shown to be an accepting boyfriend. He even lets you record in his room when he isn't here, turned on by the idea of you playing with yourself in his bed.
Satoru has proven himself to be a freak underneath the glasses and smart talk which is why you figured recording your custom video with him wouldn't be too farfetched. He's always loved that freaky shit, including watching your videos, so he wouldn't be too disturbed by helping you record a video of you getting fucked on his fat dick without showing his face, right?
Turns out he was. "I-I don’t know about this, Y/N. I mean, everyone would see my penis!"
He sat beside you on the edge of his bed, shirtless and in his Spiderman boxers. You sat next to him in your hot red bikini, smelling of suntan oil and sunscreen. Suki invited you over for a dip in the pool, but while she lounged outside, you took that advantage to sneak away with Satoru for some "fun".
"Only people who can afford to pay for the video. You’ve fucked me on camera before, haven’t you?" Satoru blushed at the mention of the many times you've recorded you two fucking on his phone, but only for his private file.
"Yeah, but those are private! I never posted them! Not to mention that you’re doing this for a bunch of guys." He scowled behind his glasses at the idea.
"Not true," you argued, "I’ve got female fans too and they wanna see you fuck me too!" Your fans are all aware that you are taken, but many of them are so fucking freaky that they love the idea of Satoru fucking you on camera for them. It hasn't happened in a livestream (yet), but you figured a video couldn't hurt.
Plus, it would finally help you possibly break into the top five list of cam girls. The way you've been trying to do for months now!
But judging by Satoru's disturbed expression and discomfort, you knew that wasn't going to happen. "I just…I don’t like the idea. Can’t we just make love like normal?"
Now it was your turn to give him a scowl. "When? How? We haven’t had sex in weeks! Not since you started taking more classes." Though it was the fun, Satoru has started taking classes to get a headstart on credits for next year on top of his paid internship at a science lab.
Your man is a very busy bee and though you're happy for him, you're not exactly ecstastic that his plans have cost you your sex life. He turned to you then, looking irritated behind his glasses. "And you think fucking on camera is gonna help with that?"
You ignored the edge in his tone and the sting in your chest. "I think we need to find some solutions to keep the sex between us. You said yourself that you like the idea of people watching us fuck!”
But your boyfriend shook his head, standing up and pulling on his pants before you could wrap your arms around him like you wanted to. It stung even worse. “I just...can’t. It’s too weird for me. I’m not a cam boy.” He turned to you as he pulled on his Talk Nerdy To Me shirt. “I gotta go to class soon. Be here when I get back?”
You didn't even reply; just gave him a nod and pulled your robe on while you sat there, trying not to simmer with irritation or cry. But it was quite hard. When Satoru finally left, you took matters into your own hands and set up your phone to record.
You took off your robe, stripped off your bikini, and got your 6-inch dildo out that you planned to use with your boyfriend for foreplay. Now that that plan went down the fucking drain, you pressed record and used it on yourself, teasing your body with the toy and some coconut oil to make your skin nice, slick, and shiny.
You moaned as you teased yourself, the feeling of the toy gliding against your skin. You were just gliding it down between your thighs as your eyes fluttered shut, still hyper aware of you being on video...but not being watched.
You just barely had the you against your pussy before you were rudely interrupted. “My, what a performance! You sounded so sexy, babe.”
You opened your eyes and stared into blue ones by the door. Suki stood there, arms crossed and smirking in her bikini and sunglasses. “Jesus, Suki!" you shrieked, tossing the toy away and closing your robe. "W-What are you doing?!”
Suki smirked, stepping into her brother's room without being invted in. “I was worried you were sick or somethin’ Makin’ all that noise. Now I see that I was wrong.” She took off her shades and her blue eyes rolled over your body, making you feel hot enough to need a cool dip in the pool. “I heard everything. If he won’t help you make your video, I’d be more than happy to take his place.”
You blinked at her, sure that you misheard her, but her suggestive, glossy smirk said otherwise. “W-What?! What the fuck are you talking about?!”
Suki snorted, hanging her shades off of her cut-off shorts. “Relaaaax, cutie! I meant helping you film! You’ve got the top OF girl in the business lookin’ right atcha! So why the hell not?”
And Suki was right: she is the top OnlyFans model on the site. Having been doing it for six years, Suki Gojo has proven to be the apple of all of the horny community's eye with her long, flowing hair, perfectly toned body, sexy moans, and cocky yet sexy personality.
So you agreed to take her 'offer', leading to being in her bedroom now while your boyfriend is out of the house. But all you want is for her to help you with your content. NOTHING MORE. “All I want is to get in the top five," you firmly tell her. "If you’re gonna talk bad about my boyfriend and not help me out, I'll just leave."
You size her up with a steely stare while she stares back, looking taken aback at your seriousness. “Jeez, fine. You’re lucky you’re hot when you get all feisty.” She smirks as you pick up the 9-inch dildo that she convinced you to use.
You try not to think about her using it on herself while you hold it, gulping hard at its thickness. You're sure she's also used it on her collab partners, having seen a few videos of her fucking pretty girls into the bed with her strap...accidentally, of course.
Suki takes her phone and holds it horzontically as she adjusts it on her tripod. She convinced you that her phone camera was much clearer to record you with. "Lie on the bed just like that," she instructs you as you lay on your butt against her Kuromi and cherry-shaped pillows. "Maybe widen your thighs a bit more.”
You do so, your face hot and skin prickly as she watches you spread your legs, glad that your bikini bottoms are there as cover. Your tits aren't as lucky, nearly spilling out from out of your robe. "And….action!” Suki announces before she presses record.
As soon as you hear that little ding of the play button, you plaster on a seductive smile and stare dead at Suki's phone. Not at her. “Hi, guys. Thank you for clicking on this little video. So you’re here to watch me get fucked on a fat dick, huh?”
You take the dildo and start to peel your bottoms aside, but Suki stops the recording.“No, no, no!” she tuts. “That’s too much too soon! Ease into it. Tease ‘em.”
You scowl at her, confused and irritated that she ruined your first cut. “Okay…how?”
Suki smirks, happy to show you her expertise like you're her new student “You should save the dildo for after you do your little intro. Then take it out…slowly tease your body…and then give ‘em what they want. Try again."
Though you roll your eyes, you do as she instructs, saying your little slutty intro before you slowly take the dildo out and tease yourself with it. You stroke down your neck and the valley of your breasts; between your tits; over your stomach and thighs. Then you finally begin to rub it against you over your bottoms, still teasing, still nervous from Suki's laser hot gaze on you.
You aren't usually bothered by anyone's eyes on you. As a camgirl, you have to be comfortable with being watched. But Suki's ocean-blue eyes are just too electric. Too molten. Too hot as they cut into you, switching between you and her phone to record you. “You know, this would do you numbers if you live-streamed it. Especially if we collabed.”
Her words stump you, making you stop with the dildo head just pressed against your fabric-covered slit. “I…never thought about it.” Collab? With her? Suki smiles, the perfection of it making you flush. “Don’t worry about it, babes! Good thing I’m here to teach you the ways of how to be a great cam slut.”
She gives you another wink before pausing the video and running to get her laptop from under her bed. Once she gets it, she plops down with you and brings up your website so you can log in. “Get that livestream goin’ and I’ll show you. It’s all about seduction.”
You want to tell her you know all about seduction since you make people horny for a living, but you decide not to. Instead, you log into your account and bring up a livestream while Suki begins to strip right in front of you. You make the mistake of sneaking a glance at her as she slides her shorts down her long legs, so tan and toned.
She reveals the diamond stud in her belly button and her toned stomach slick with suntan oil. When you realize she's wearing a thong to match her bikini top, you nearly have a heart attack. Why must her ass be so damn perfect?!
Realizing you're watching, she smirks as she flings her shorts away. “See somethin’ you like?” she purrs. You say nothing, opting instead to pass her the laptop. She knowingly giggles and fires up the livestream, noticing that you are at #7. Not bad, but could be better.
“In 3…2…1…”
Ding!
Suddenly, you are staring at yourself and Suki on camera with the amount of "cherries" or tips sent to you on the righthand side. On the left are your viewers, ranging from regulars to new visitors. Suki smirks those glossy, pink lips as her eyes tick up at the top of the screen to read the number of viewers watching.
"Hm. Well, that’s a lot of fuckin’ perverts out there watchin’ this stream! Hello to 68 viewers! Let’s see if we can up that number; it’s still early."
Takada'sHubbyTodo: Holy shit, is that Suki??!!
Suki giggles at the comment along with the slew of comments that follow after at the appearance of the top OF girl. "Yes, it is, babes. And I’m here with my very good, sexy friend Y/N to bring her a little up in her followers. Come here, cutie. Say hi."
She holds a hand out to you and coaxes you to squeeze in closer, her arm wrapped tight around you. "Hi, everyone. Thanks for clicking in to see us."
Suki shakes her head, tsking. "No…to see you. ‘Cause you’re gonna get fucked on a nice, fat dick today!" She gives the camera a wink before she shows them the 9-inch dildo, leading to a slew of comments and hearts speeding across the screen.
"But first, we’ve gotta getcha wet, don’t we?" she whispers in your ear. It sends shivers down your spine. "If you wanna see that pretty, wet pussy take a nice toy in it, give us some cherries!" she coos to the viewers before her hand finds your cheek and she leans in.
You flinch away, utterly confused. "Stop! What are you doing?!" Suki rolls her sapphire eyes, like you're the one being difficult. "It’s just acting, babe. C’mon, your viewers would love to see two hot girls kissing."
She scoots a little closer to you, the scent of chlorine, sun, suntan oil, and a juicy, coconutty scent on her skin. "It’s just pretend," she murmurs. "He’ll never know."
You have no time to think about it. No time to decide. All you know is that this is a very bad idea and how yummy Suki's lips look staring back at you. And so you start kissing. Just as you suspected, Suki is a dangerous kisser.
Her lips are soft as pillows and addictive, hooking you with her claws as she drag you in with her soft "mmm"s that go straight to your pussy, making you tingle. She is slow, seductive, and intentional, her pierced tongue tasting of strawberry and vodka Kool-Aid as she gives you an extra sloppy French kiss for the followers. “Mmm, you taste so good. Like sugar. I wanna taste more.”
Then her hands are on your ass, squeezing it in her fingers. You finally snap out of it and pull away, panting. “Suki, wait." The twin just smirks, her eyes hooded and her pierced nipples pushing against the thin fabric of her bikini cups. "Fine. I’ll connect my phone and I'll get you another toy."
She ends up getting you one of her many rose toys, pink and charged with about five different settings. After you position yourself with your thighs spread and robe halfway open to expose your soft tits to the viewers, Suki connects her phone to the laptop and records you, letting the viewers get a good shot of your body from Suki's position hovering over you.
She is damn near straddling you, making you embarrassingly wet. As you look up into the camera, you get a good view of her stomach leading up towards her soft, perfect tits, her skin so supple and addictive.
Pushing your nerves aside, you turn the rose on and use it on the lowest setting, though it's enough to make you feel stimulated. Each buzz and vibration from the toy against your pussy makes you moan and hum in pleasure, your bottoms becoming sticky.
Suki giggles above you, watching you. “Oooo, she’s awfully wet now, pervs. I bet that dildo or my strap would fit quite nicely in her, don’t ya think, sweets?”
Her dirty suggestion makes you a lot more soaked than you care to admit. “Cut it out,” you whisper, glaring up at her. Suki keeps smiling, oh-so knowing and oh-so seductive, reveling in her power over you. “Awww, you gettin’ flustered, babes? Your poor little pussy is too. Give her some relief, would ya?”
Despite your blushingly hot cheeks, your arousal wins and you let her pull your bottoms aside to expose your pussy. Soaked, glistening, and puffy for her. "Fuck, baby," she sighs. "You've got the prettiest little pussy I've ever seen."
You try not to let her praise get to you as you turn the toy up and press it against your clit. Each vibration pulls a moan and a gasp out of you, your painted toes curling and your legs shaking, the buzzing of the toy drifting in the air. “Good girl,” Suki purrs. “Doesn’t that feel nice?”
You're shocked you can barely speak; you feel tongue-tied and your brain feels empty. “A-Ah…yeah.”
Suki giggles, sexy and soft. “I bet my tongue could make you feel a lot better, buuuut you just keep playin’ with me. It would get you a lot more viewership.” You shoot her a glare, silently warning her, but she just cackles, finding your resistance so amusing. “C’mon now, sweets. Don’t be so prissy. I’m known to make a gal cum.”
Suddenly, one hand is holding her phone while the other is teasing one of your tits through your robe. "Suki, no," you weakly protest, softly moaning from her touch.
Then she's ripping your robe open to reveal each of your tits, soft and shining with suntain oil. She begins to tweak each hard nipple, humming at the sounds you make. "Those are some pretty noises you're makin', sweets," she purrs. "Keep 'em up."
“Stop!” you moan. “I-I can’t focus! Oh, fuuuuck…” Your eyes roll back at the explosion of pleasure as she pinches your nipples combined with the buzzing of the toy. Your mouth falls open in a silent O, reaching a euphoric state, as your pussy gushes around the buzzing rose.
“Mmm, my, that’s a pretty expression ya got there," Suki purrs. "Has my brother ever seen ya like this?” You don't answer, too busy drowning in the pleasure she is giving you. Satoru has never made you feel this amazing...and that's so dangerous.
You then hear a familiar tinkle sound then and weakly open your eyes to look at the laptop. “Look, babes! You got a hit of 200 cherries!” Suki announces, showing you the screen. Sure enough, you see that one of your regulars has given you a tip (200 cherries is equivilant to $20, but it ups your number on the top camgirls' list).
LookuitsSugu: You two should taste each other…for science.
"Oooo, listen, babes!" Suki giggles. "Sugu here thinks that we should 69 right here for him. Well, since we got so many more viewers, maybe we should. What you do think, chat?" She turns to you with a sultry smile as the chat explodes with hearts and all kinds of dirty emojis.
"But, Suki—"
"It's just for the camera, sweets, don't worry," she cuts in, comfortingly stroking your cheek. "Anything to get you to the top, right? You'll be sooo popular after this!"
Though you know deep down you should refuse and leave the room ASAP, the idea of finally climbing the latter of the camming world is more tempting than you can amdit. You'll kick yourself for this later though. "Just this once," you whisper.
Suki draws an X over her chest, right above her perfectly soft, bouncy tits. "Cross my heart. Now have you eaten a girl out before?" You avert your eyes, keeping quiet. She reads your silence immediately and giggles. "Ohhh, first timer, eh?" she chuckles. "I've gotchu, girl. Just pay close attention and follow my lead."
Suddenly, she is stripping off her bikini and leaving herself totally naked for you and your fans. Just like a man pumped with horniness, your eyes are drawn to her supple, perky tits, her pink nipples pierced with silver balls. You drink in her abs and belly button ring; her toned yet soft thighs; the landing strip of white curls with the rest a bare Brazilian leading down to her gorgeous, wet pussy. Soft. Pink. Absolutely perfect, just like her.
And she comes with a pretty silver stud glittering at the tip of her clit. A fucking clit piercing. How much sexier than this woman get?!
Then, you lose your head because Suki suddenly ends up on top of you and you end up below her, each one of you sucking on each other's pussies. She coaxes you to move your tongue just the way she likes, earning her luscious moans and dripping honey as rewards. "Nice, right?" she giggles. "This one here ain't too bad either."
SMACK!
She smacks your pussy, making you moan up into hers so she gives you a moan right back. "Such a good, sweet girl. I'm gonna really enjoy tongue-fucking you, babes."
And while your fans watch the scene unfold, with Suki's ass facing them while you've got your tongue in her cunt, she dives between your thighs and proceeds to give you the best head that you've ever had in your life. Her hot tongue combined with the cold metal of her tongue piercing sends you careening into blinding, hot bliss.
You forget all about Satoru and the livestream as you grind up into her mouth, tingles and sparks of pleasure exploding in your core. "A-Ah! Oh, f-fuck, Suki!" you whine into her dripping cunt, your words muffled by her puffy pussy lips in your face. "Y-You...oh, fuck yes, like that! Just like that!"
"Like this?" she teases. "You like it like this?" She continues to alternate between sucking on your clit and tongue-fucking your pussy, her nose swiping against your clit and her fingers toy with your inner thighs. "Mmm, fuck, you're so wet. At this rate, you'll fuck up the sheets, cutie."
Through the haze of your pleasure and the sounds of her tongue sloshing in your wetness, you hear the sounds of new tips and comments coming through.
Nanamin Sent 500+ cherries ($50)!
TojiWitTheBigDicc Sent $15!
TojiWitTheBigDicc: Make that pretty cam girl cum and I'll send more.
Suki pauses for a moment and sits up to turn around and read the message, still rubbing your clit with her nimble fingers. "Toji sent $15 and wants me to make you cum," she giggles. "Maybe if he sends us $20. C'mooon, Toji, we know you got it in that wallet."
Kuna-In-His-Truest-Form: No he don't. That man is broke af.
TojiWitTheBigDicc: i got a kid to take care of asshole. Worry bout your shrimp dick lil bitch
EenieMeenieIno: THE GIRLS ARE FIGHTING LMAOOO
"Now, now, chat! Don't fight!" Suki giggles, wagging a long, silvery-purple acrylic finger at the screen. "Just send us more cherries and I'll make this pretty girl cum her fuckin' brains out on camera."
SMACK!
She gives your pussy another harsh smack before she picks up the rose toy and turns it on to the fourth setting. You stare at her, wondering if she's the Devil incarnated, as she smiles down at you. "Time to give these bastards a show. I wonder if you know how to squirt."
The glint in her eye is downright evil as she presss the vibrating toy to your clit as she starts back up with tongue-fucking your soaked pussy, the dripping, sloshing, embarrassingly wet sounds picked up by her laptop's impressive speakers. Your moans grow loud and slutty, bouncing off of the walls as you speed closer and closer to your peak.
"A-ah, shit, yes! Oh, fuck, fuck, fuck, Suki, m'gonna cum soon!" You reach up to grip Suki's long locks as she takes you over the edge, making your eyes roll back and your back arch.
"Yeah? All over my tongue and this rose, right?" she pants into your pussy. "You're givin' me so much, sweets. This pussy is practically cryin' for me." She coos into your pussy in a way that makes you whimper, tears pricking your lash line, as you soar up, up, up through the ceiling.
The sloppiest, sluttiest slurping sounds escape Suki's mouth as she continues to give you the pussy-eating of your life, making you trickle down to your asscrack and stain the pink comforter beneath you. "Go on, baby, cum," she purrs. "Make your fans happy. Make me so, so proud of you."
After a few more strokes of her talented tongue and buzzes from the toy, you can't help but cum. You don't have a choice. Like a balloon expanding with too much air, you feel the pressure build and finally combust. "Oh, fuck!" you yelp as you cream all over the silvery-haired girl's pierced tongue. Long, loud moans and whimpers escape you as you cum all over Suki's lips and tongue, coating them in your sweet cream.
Suki licks and slurps it all up, humming in satisfaction at your taste. With every lash of her tongue, a sob bubbles in your chest, the pleasure damn near agonizing. When the intense high of your orgasm fades, you slump into the mattress while Suki sits up, still straddling you with her pussy. "That's a good girl," she sighs. "God, you're so sweet. My dickhead brother is sooo fuckin' lucky."
She then slides off of you, taking her pretty, pink pussy with her, and twists around to kneel before you. "Taste yourself," she demands and shoves her tongue in your mouth. You moan as you kiss her back, hot and heavy, your cum still on her lips. You taste so good coming off of her.
Ding, ding ding! The sounds of new tips, viewers, and comments explode from Suki's laptop where the livestream is still going. You nearly forgot about it.
"There goes those views, babes!" she giggles. "You think you still up for takin' some dick?" She strokes a hand down to your thigh, squeezing it. The mere touch alone makes you twitch. "I-I...yeah...just give me a sec."
But you'll need more than a "sec". You'll need a whole hour to recuperate from that mindblowing pussy-eating session. You feel tingly and satisfied yet exhausted and heavy, your limbs practically jelly.
Suki chuckles at you, cocky and satisfied with your exhausted reaction. "Awww, poor baby can't even move," she coos, leaning down to kiss your tummy. "Relax, doll. I'll help ya out no problem."
She then scoots to the end of the bed and grabs the 9-inch dildo and some lube. She coats it in the substance, rubbing it from base to tip. Then she comes back over to you, those tits bouncing and that hair like in a magazine. "Up you go!" she exclaims before she scoops you up and places you on her lap, the both of you facing the latoptop. "W-What are you doing?" you murmur, confused.
"Just helpin' you fuck yourself with this toy," she purrs. She then forces your thighs apart, emitting a gasp from you. "Just the toy, not my strap...but if you ever need somethin' fatter, I'll get it for ya."
She gives you a wink before she teases your sensitive, puffy pussy with the dildo and then slooooowly pushes it against your entrance. This is wrong. You are supposed to do this, not her! "N-No," you gasp out. "You don't—oooooh!"
Your protests fall short as Suki pushes the toy in purposely slow to hear your sweet gasps and salacious moans. After giving you a moment and continuing to fuck you slow and gentle, Suki speeds up, pumping the pink, silicon dick in and out, in and out, out of your pussy for the entire world to see.
Because you're now at 500+ viewers.
"Ha...ha...oh, my God! Y-You...oh, Suki, ah! You're so d-deep!" Your words are practically slurred, combined with the wet sounds of the dildo fucking your dripping pussy off its hinges. Suki's lips are right by your ear, teasingly kissing and nibbling your earlobe. "And you're so wet. You take my—er, that dick so well, babes."
She pauses to place her free hand around you to play with your pussy lips, groaning when they come back sticky with your juices. She palces her fingers up to her lips and sucks, her eyes rolling back at your sweetness. "How my brother doesn't have you on lock and key is beyond me. You're just too damn hot."
She continues to fuck you better than her brother with just a toy, her hand technique, pacing, and pressure just the right amount to make you scream and moan for more, more, more. Suki grins at the camera, loving how you look with your legs spread wide and your pussy stretched on the toy. "What do ya think, chat? You like seein' your girl get her pussy stuffed by this fat dildo?"
TojiWitTheBigDick: She looks sooo fuckin hot...but she'd look better getting fucked by your strap
LookuitsSugu: Don't be scared Y/N. Suki would take good care of you
You read the comments at the same time as Suki and your eyes widen. Of course, these horny fucks would want to see that make you cheat! "Sounds like they want me to fuck you with the strap, babes," she chuckles. "Ya sure you don't want me to whip it out and take you right now?"
She cups your chin in her hand, forcing you to lean your head back and look at her."Ngh! N-No, don't! I-I can't!" you whimper, blinking away tears of pleasure as her thrusts grow slow yet deep, fucking your soul right out of your body.
"Hm...actually, I don't even need my strap. This toy is double-ended!" She sniggers as she shows you the end of the dildo where a tiny insertable head is. "Lucky for us, right? Now we can both give the audience a real show."
You're speechless. Boneless. You have no fight or protest left in your body due to being fucked out of your mind. So you let Yuki pull the toy out of you and adjust so the shorter tip is entering her. She whines as the boulbous tip pries back her puffy, pink lips, spreading them for you and the audience.
Then she wraps her arms around you and scoops you back up, placing you on top of you. "Up ya go!" she giggles. "Right here on my lap for the whole world to see! They wanna watch you bounce on that dick."
At some point, reality smacks you hard and you wiggle your hips, trying to get down, but you only rub your clit against hers, making her moan. "Suki, wait! You promised!"
Then there are no more protests as she slides you down on the toy cock, turning your worry and regret into explosive pleasure. Her moans mix with yours as she grasps your hips and begins bouncing you on top of her, making you ride the toy.
"Sorry, baby, but—oh, fuck—I just couldn't resist this pussy anymore. I need to fuck you till you cum all around my strap."
She lets you stay just like that for a moment, bouncing on the toy, your ass jiggling and smacking into her thighs as she takes handfuls of it, squeezing it to her hearts content.
Then, suddenly, you're on your back with your legs split wide and her straddling you in mating press. She bends your knees and pushes them up to her hips as she begins to grind into you, pushing the toy against your G-spot. You gasp as you see stars, your nails digging into her shoulders.
"Do you like takin' my cock, sweets?" she huffs. "You love gettin' fucked by your boyfriend's hot sister?" Her long hair cascades down to tickkle your face as she rides you like she stole you, the toy pushing into both of your soaked pussies. "Suki, ah! P-Please!" you whine, your thighs twitching and head growing empty.
Suki just chuckles, leanign up to give you a molten hot look, her blue eyes glistening and cheeks flushed with pink. "Uh-uh, babes. Tell the—ah, yes!—t-the audience how much you loooove my strap in you. Tell 'em all about how much you l-love takin' this dick."
She places a hand around your throat, her silvery-purple nails digging into your skin. You gasp at the tighteness around your neck, somehow growing even wetter from it, causing the toy to go in deeper.
"Say it or you don't cum," she growls in your ear. "C'mon, you don't wanna disappoint your fans, do you? Or me?" Her thrusts get harder, faster, her hips going plap-plap-plap as they smack against yours. The more she fucks you, the more you melt into the bed. Into her touch.
You forget all about Satoru and the livestream and making the top 5 list. None of it matters. Nothing but this girl and her amazing stroke game. "I...I...I fucking love it," you whimper between your kiss-swollen lips. "I love taking your strap. Love it when you fuck me into the bed like this!"
Suki gives you a dazzling smile and shares a sloppy kiss with you. "Mmm, that's my good, good girl. Now cum for me like a perfect slut should. C'mon, sweets, give me all of that pussy!"
Her moans grow louder as she fucks you into the bed, deep-dicking you, one hand gripping your thigh to keep you open while the other squeezes around your throat. The bed shakes with her grinding, squeaking in time with her thruts and your moans as you're brought over the edge again.
"S-Suki, m'cumming!" you slur. "I'm fucking cumming!" She places both hands on either side of your head before grinding down into your hips, making you gasp as your G-spot is hit. "Me too, babes," she moans. "Cum with me. Give it to me like that, baby, fuck!"
Her moans and grunts are fit for a porno as her orgasm hits and she finally cums all over the dildo. You cum right after her, your eyes blown wide and mouth agape as you cream aaaaaall over the toy dick, spilling your cum everywhere. On the comforter, on Suki's thighs and abs, on yourself. You make a creamy, sweet mess.
You shake and tremble like an autumn leaf as your orgasm continues to roll through you like a tidalwave, sending you floating out to a sea of bliss. When it finally ebbs, you are still softly moaning and hiccuping, your body quaking as the aftershocks hit.
Suki holds you close, pressing your face into her tits. "S'okay, sweetie, I'm here. Just ride it out. I know it's good." She rocks into you, riding your orgasm wave with you, the both of you sharing a kiss full of heavy breaths and pants.
When your orgasm high finally fades like smoke in the air, you slump on your back on the bed, sweaty, exhausted, and supremely fucked. But you don't know how fucked you are until Suki gently pulls the toy out of your quivering, puffy cunt and sucks your wetness off of the head for your fans' enjoyment.
"Well, that's it for today, folks! Thanks so much for tunin' in to us pretty sluts!" She gives a finger waggle to the laptop before picking up her phone to get a good view of your body slathered in sweat, your pussy dripping in cum. "Say bye bye to your fans, baby girl."
Weakly, you stare up at the screen and give a weak wave. "B-Bye," you softly stammer.
Click. Suki signs off and ends the livestream on the laptop before rising to get her fluffy robe from over her chair. "That was a real good stream, baby," she giggles, running a hand through her fucked-out white locks after pulling the robe on. "You did so well. I think your boyfriend thought so too, right, Satoru?"
Wait...Satoru?!
You sit up and suddenly, you find yourself staring right back at your boyfriend's face on a FT call on Yuki's laptop. He was watching the whole time?! How did you not know?!
"Satoru!" you gasp, horrified, trying in vain to cover yourself. "I-I can explain!"
But Satoru just stares, wide-eyed behind his glasses and mouth agape, his face a blush red. His eyes switch from you to his twin sister, rage filling him. "You...you...you fuckin' bitch!" he growls. "You always do this to me, Satoē! You're always fucking my girlfriends and stealing 'em away from me!"
But Yuki is totally unbothered, simply staring bored at her brother. "Well, I guess you're just gonna have to up your dickgame, bro," she chuckles. "Plus, I only did it 'cause you wouldn't. Now look: she's in the top five because of me."
And sure enough, you are. In another window opened on the camming site, you see the top five list; there you are at #3. All because of Suki. And the expense of your boyfriend.
The long-haired twin gives Satoru a wink and a finger waggle, agitating her brother even more. "Bye-bye for now, bro! I've gotta go take care of your girl after I just fucked her brains out. See ya later!"
-`♡´- Stuffing! Choso's fingers in you at the lunch table..! :: 18+ :: fem!reader :: semi-public sex ::
Your friends from bio lab are already chattering about the upcoming midterm when you slide into the seat right beside Choso at the long cafeteria table. The lunch rush hums around you, trays clattering, voices overlapping, but Choso sits alone at the end like always, hood up, earbuds in, picking at his food without really eating. He doesn’t like company. Never has. Until you.
You lean over, press a quick kiss to his cheek like it’s nothing, then casually take his right hand under the table and guide it straight between your thighs. No panties today. Just bare, already slick skin waiting for him. His fingers brush the outer of your already slick plump cunt and he freezes, dark eyes flicking to you in silent surprise. You don’t even look at him, just keep smiling at your friends while you spread your legs a little wider under the skirt.
His large fingers press forward easily, two thick digits sliding through your wet heat and sinking straight into your pussy with a soft, filthy squelch only he can attune to hear. You bite the inside of your cheek to keep from sighing, rocking your hips down slowly so his fingers worm deeper, curling just right against that spot that makes your thighs tremble.
Choso’s breath hitches. He was staring at his tray a second ago, but now his attention is locked on the way your slick cunt swallows his fingers, greedy and warm, clenching around them every time you shift. He doesn’t say a word, just starts moving them, slow and deep, scissoring gently, thumb brushing your clit under the table like he’s been starving for this all morning.
You keep chatting away with the girls, voice perfectly steady. “Yeah, the lab report is due Friday, but I still need to finish the graph section. Did you guys get the enzyme data right?”
One of them laughs, answering something about the TA being a hard grader, but you barely hear it. All you feel is Choso’s thick fingers pumping lazily into you, stretching your walls, dragging more slick out with every thrust. You clench hard around him on purpose, soaking his hand, and feel his palm press flat against your mound to grind the heel against your clit. A tiny whimper almost slips out, you cover it with a laugh at whatever your friend just said.
Choso’s jaw is tight, eyes half-lidded now, pretending to scroll on his phone while his fingers fuck you deeper under the table. He adds a third finger, slow and careful, and your pussy takes it so easily, fluttering and dripping down his knuckles. The wet sounds are muffled by the cafeteria noise, but he can feel every pulse, every squeeze, every rock of your hips as you ride his hand without missing a beat in the conversation.
“God, this salad is actually decent today,” you say brightly, forking a bite while your cunt clenches rhythmically around his invading fingers. You’re soaked, slick coating his wrist, dripping onto the seat beneath you. Choso’s breathing has gone shallow. His free hand grips the edge of the table so hard his knuckles pale.
Your friends start gathering their trays after a while, standing up to head to their next class. You rise with them, Choso’s fingers slipping out of you with a wet pop that makes his cock twitch visibly in his sweats, but he stays seated, trying to look casual, if he even could at this point.
You lean down, give him a sweet, quick kiss on the lips, then whisper right against his ear, “Enjoy your meal, Choso,” with the most devious little smile curving your lips.
He watches you walk away with your friends, hips swaying, your juices still glistening on his three thick fingers. The table is empty around him now. No one left to see.
Choso lifts his hand slowly, brings those slick digits to his lips, and slides them into his mouth and sucks them clean with a low, hungry groan, eyes fluttering shut at the taste of you, sweet and filthy and all his. He licks between his knuckles, chasing every drop, cock straining painfully against his pants.
satoru is surprised to see that his new neighbor is young & beautiful, not an old hag.
satoru gojo doesn’t do relationships, is what he says every time a hook up tried staying until the morning. he’d go into a bar in hopes of blowing off some steam after a long day of work, find a pretty face, and ruin it back in his apartment.
his neighbors were sick of his behavior, eventually not being able to handle it anymore leaving moving out as the only option. it was an insanity for the luxury apartment complex to refuse to do anything other than give him warnings time to time. that was because satoru would just pay them to leave him alone.
his loud moans along the sounds of skin on skin were the last thing one needed to hear at three in the morning, so it wasn’t a surprise to see mr. & mrs. iori packing their things not even a month after moving in.
they shot the white haired boy a dirty look as they carried their boxes outside. satoru would only respond with his stupid smirk.
the rumor of a new neighbor settling in next door to him spread quickly. everyone spoke of you so kindly because of how you’ve given each of the families on your floor a plate of sweet treats.
a pout would appear on satoru’s face upon hearing of you. why haven’t you given him anything? you live right next to him for gods sake!
the last time he had a girl over was well over a week ago, his work being more demanding leaving no room for his activities. his body shook with excitement, hands groping the blondes body watching as her nipples hardened under the cold weather. right as he was about to take one into his mouth, the doorbell rang.
satoru groaned in annoyance, pulling back with reluctance. he stood up, re-adjusting his raging boner inside his pants to answer the door. to his surprise, it was you.
“hi,” your soft voice cut through the air. “i’m new here, thought it’d be best to finally introduce myself to my neighbor. wasn’t so sure if anyone lived here since it’s always so quiet!”
oh you poor innocent thing.
but oh my god. you’re no old lady who bakes and sews in her free time. you’re around his age, with a pretty face that practically made his jaw drop in awe as his eyes landed on yours.
satoru could hear his hook up calling for him to come back, making him close the door slightly behind him so you wouldn’t be able to hear her. “yeah, sorry just been so busy. but, i’ve heard about you…” he dragged out the ‘o’
“y/n”
“y/n” he repeated, testing out your name himself. and it felt so right. “i’m satoru, satoru gojo.”
you shook his slightly clammy hand after he offered it to you. “well, satoru, i really hope you enjoy the cookies. have a goodnight.”
“you too..” his eyes trailed after you even as you walked away.
at that moment, he knew he wanted you & for more than just sex. he wanted what was shown in romcoms, when they’d go through fights and then hold hands and kiss under the rain. stuff like that.
but satoru gojo doesn’t do relationships.
he had no clue how they worked, really. the most he could do was touch himself at the thought of you. the way your loving voice would say good morning to him in the hallway or when you’d offer to babysit his nephew, megumi, when he was busy with his job.
you were so perfect.
“ngh fuck!” he whimpered out in the shower. the hot water hitting his bare back enough to make him arch into it. his hand squeezed the base of his cock, watching as his tip exposed itself once the skin was pulled back. the tip that was usually pink had now turned into an angry and desperate red.
“bet your mouth would look so pretty wrapped around me.” he whispered to nobody, throwing his head back as he quickened the speed of his hand. it was cramping from how hard he was going on himself, cumming hard onto the bathroom wall.
any evidence of an orgasm was washed away by the water that was pouring out of the shower head.
“what a waste.” he watched the cum disappear. it’d look much better painted on your back.
when other neighbors warned you of satoru, urging you to get earplugs, you were confused to say the least. “earplugs? what for?”
“he’s always moaning with a new girl every other week day. we’ve tried putting in complaints but the complex won’t do anything of it.”
“really? i haven’t heard anything.” which was a lie, partially. satoru didn’t moan to another girl these days that wasn’t you. every whimper and moan that slipped out of his place, spilled into yours. it was cute really, hearing his needy sounds with your name on his tongue after every interaction he had with you.
it was a huge help for you as well. having difficulty finishing, it became easier with just listening to him. your vibrator would touch just right, hand shaking as you moved the wand up and down.
the sudden silence of satoru’s place spread around the building. the fact that he hasn’t brought a girl over in a few weeks raised suspicion and honestly, worried everyone.
“maybe his company is being harsh again.”
“doubt it, he’d still find a way to have sex. something is seriously wrong.”
so they all kept a close eye on him, observing the way his line of sight lingered on your door every time he would leave or enter his place. satoru has been contemplating on returning the basket you had given him since you first spoke. it’s been sitting on his desk for a while now, collecting dust. surely, you wanted it back.
with the help of his black credit card, he filled the basket up with hundreds of roses, leaving it at your doorstep with a small note inside.
your eyes widened when you reached your door after a long day of work, wondering if you were hallucinating or not. you bent over to grab the basket, reaching inside for the piece of paper.
“feel like we barely speak other than you babysitting for me & the usual ‘hello’s’ & i’d love to take you out some time if that’s alright.”
at the bottom read his initials.
s.g
his heart wouldn’t stop beating in excitement upon your acceptance. but since he was satoru gojo at the end of the day, the boy who swore he doesn’t do relationships — has no idea how relationships operate.
“i think ill have.. the vietnamese coffee.” you smiled up at the barista who jotted down your order on their notepad.
“uh yea ill get that too..” satoru stuttered, trying his best to calm down the pressure he was feeling in his pants. he had no idea you have heard him jerking off to you for the past two weeks and even more so that you were doing the same.
when you spoke, all he could do was nod like a stupid bobble head, memorizing every word you said.
you were both out for a few hours getting to know each other better giving him extra time to figure out which position to have you in by the end of the night.
he knew doggy style would feel the best, but he really wanted to see your face. so, mating press would do it. except, you didn’t go into his apartment after heading back from the cafe. and you didn’t let him into yours.
“alright, good night satoru. thank you again for the date. hope we can go out again?”
he blinked, nodding. “of course. yeah, fuck of course.
with another of your gentle smiles, you leaned up to place a kiss on his cheek before entering your apartment, closing the door behind you with a soft click.
satoru stood there in shock.
you didn’t want to fuck him? were you teasing him? surely you’d open the door again and allow him to come in so he could fuck you until all you knew how to say was his name.
but you didn’t.
you made him wait.
2..3..4 dates went by and the most you’ve done was hold hands as you walked through the mall and kiss each other strictly on the face. his personal favorite was the cheek so he could attempt to move his head to the side, allowing your lips to accidentally graze his.
but whenever he tried this dirty trick, you’d move away just in time. he was growing frustrated. you wouldn’t even kiss him let alone sleep with him!
yes of course he wanted to be yours more than anything but god did he want to feel your body under his.
finally, on the fifth date, you two made it official and the neighbors had a field day with that. for a bit at least.
“did you hear satoru and the cookie girl got together?”
“shut up. don’t tell me that’s the reason we’ve finally been able to sleep peacefully lately.”
“who could’ve seen this-“
“coming! m’cumming!” you whimpered into your bedsheets, tears streaming down your flushed face.
satoru finally had you where he wanted, underneath him sobbing dumbly over his fat cock after finding your toys in your closet. “ha.. so you’ve been playing with these shitty things knowing i needed ya?”
he coo’ed feeling you tighten around him. “fuck. did ya hear me touch myself every night, hm? you got off on that?”
your eyes rolled back once he brought your vibrator to tease your clit all while he kept hitting the spot that had you seeing stars.
“mmm,” he chuckled. “who’s making you feel better huh?”
“y-you! you satoruuu!”
his hand that was placed on the small of your back moved to spank your plush ass, adding onto the already existing hand marks.
“knew i had to have this pretty pussy the second you knocked on my door. i’m mad at you, baby. should’ve knocked on my door for a different reason but hey, least you’re my girl now.”
he moved your head to the side, smashing his lips onto yours in a messy kiss. “go on sweets. cum.” he ordered.
you didn’t need to be told twice.
your sweet juices spilled out over his length, body collapsing completely over the bed. satoru slowed his movements, fucking back your orgasm into you before spilling his seed in you.
“nice and deep.. good girl.”
his thumb shifted to turn off the toy, throwing it somewhere in the room. his cock slipped out of you making you whine.
“oh? you want more? should’ve just said so, love.”
his hands grabbed onto yours waist, flipping you over so now you were both face to face. “let’s try this position now.”
the neighbors might’ve gotten a few weeks of peace, but they now had to deal with satoru fucking the pretty girl that lived on the same floor.
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