.✦ ݁･𝒢.𝐒𝐀𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐔･✧˚. looses it when you tease him. 𝟏𝟖 + 𝐌𝐃𝐍𝐈 ꒰Fem!reader ⋮⋮ Nerd!Satoru ⋮⋮ orgasms+ ⋮⋮ overstim ⋮⋮ p in v ⋮⋮ c-pied ⋮⋮ kissing ꒱ 𝐀𝐫𝐭 𝐁𝐲 : @!xiaoshy_otp on X ꒰ 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝟐 𝐓𝐎 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒 ꒱
Satoru was sprawled.
No—flattened.
One leg crooked over the bed, sweat beading along his collarbone, his arms thrown up behind his head like he’d tried to surrender and just… never recovered. His pretty cock lay twitching against his stomach, red and glossy and still leaking, like it was confused about why it had been emptied twice and hadn’t been kissed goodnight yet.
You should’ve stopped.
You really should’ve.
He was glassy-eyed and dumb, breath shaky, mouth parted like he’d just come out of a dream. But you weren’t finished. Not yet. Not when he looked like that—meltingly soft, cracked open at the seams, with all his arrogant charm wrung out between your lips.
Besides… you still had questions.
You crawled up the bed, slow and sweetly. Not wanting to startle him any further...he was fragile right now so you just had to be extraaa careful with him. So you straddled his thigh in your little skirt, the hem sticking sweetly to the backs of your thighs. He twitched. Not just his cock—his whole body, like he knew you weren’t done and couldn’t decide whether to run or beg.
You leaned in. . . just a little.
Nose brushing his, breath hot against his lips.
“Hey, baby?” your voice tender-soft with a hint of faux gentleness.
“...Mmh?”
A soft noise bubbled up from his lips...
“I was studying, remember?” You harped.
He blinked up at you like you’d just asked for the definition of the universe.
“Studying?” he croaked, voice absolutely ruined.
You nodded, all innocent and sweet. “Mhm, and I still have questions.”
His brow furrowed, dazed and confused. “Questions?”
“Math questions,” you said with a little pout. “You’re the smartest guy in class, right?”
“…yes?” He looked like he immediately regretted saying it.
You reached down, lazily tracing his cock with two slick fingers, watching it jump under your touch again like it couldn’t not react to you, even with his poor balls aching and his head swimming. His breath hitched.
“Then help me with this one,” you whispered frustratingly softly, brushing your lips to his ear. “If a pretty girl sucks your cock until you cum… twice… how many times does she get to sit on it before you beg her to stop?”
“Fucking hell—” he gasped, back arching clean off the bed. His hips bucked like his cock was ready to answer before his brain could. “I—I don’t— baby, please—”
“Is that the right answer, hm? Afraid s'not, pretty boy.” you teased with a grin, tugging your panties to the side as you positioned yourself above him, slick already dripping onto his tip. “You can show your working, genius. I’ll be gentle.”
“You’re not gentle,” he whimpered, almost immediately. Hands fisting the sheets again as your pussy brushed the swollen head of his cock. “You’re evil— you’re sweet and cute and I think I’m gonna die—”
You sank down onto his throbbing cock, Slow and messy.. Perfectly taking every inch that was now being hugged by your pretty cunt.
“Ohhh my god— oh fuckfuckfuck—” he cried, voice cracking in your ear as your warm, wet cunt squeezed him inch by inch, already fluttering like you needed this, like you’d been dripping for it since the first time he solved a problem with one hand on his pencil and the other in his hair.
You whimpered too— high and helpless—because he filled you so deep, so fat and throbbing and slippery from everything you’d already taken from him. He stretched you open like you were made for him, like you’d been studying this equation for weeks, waiting for the chance to plug him in and let him ruin your notes.
“Fuck,” you breathed. “You’re still hard. Even after all that?”
His hands slid to your waist, shaking but utterly helpless to stop you.
“I— I don’t— how are you even real,” he whispered, looking up at you like you were a hallucination in thigh-high socks and lip gloss.
You started to move. Not fast— just a little roll, a soft grind of your hips while you clenched around him and smiled sweetly.
“You said I distract you, right?” you murmured innocently, leaning down until your forehead touched his. “Then let me be your favourite problem.”
His head dropped back with a whimper. “Fuck. fuck— you are... you are—”
“Then solve me,” you purred, riding him slow and deep, every soft bounce on his cock, drawing out filthy little sounds from both your throats. “Prove it, dummy.” You moaned. “ Cum in me. Teach me something.” Slurring the end of that sentence, high-pitched and intentionally, into his neck.
Satoru snapped.
His hands gripped your hips like he’d finally remembered how to move, hips jerking up as you bounced down, your soaked pussy sucking him in every time like you couldn’t stand to let him go. You were so wet it was obscene— profound slapping sounds, squelching filth, your juices dripping down his shaft and onto his stomach and down that silvery-white happy trail, clit rubbing on the faint hair there like a second treat.
“Gonna— haaah— gonna fill you up,” he groaned, eyes wild. “You’re gonna take it all, like-ah good girl. Fuck! You asked for it— god, baby, you asked for it—”
And when he came— when he sobbed your name, loud and desperately and messy— it was with his arms wrapped around your waist and his cock buried deep, twitching inside you while hot, thick cum spilled into your cunt for the third time.
You collapsed against his chest, trembling, his cum already leaking out of you.
He held you there, breath stuttering, heart pounding under your cheek.
“…You’re insane,” he whispered.
You giggled.
“And you’re brilliant.”
Satoru had swore this was supposed to be actual studying.
Just textbooks. Flashcards. You in your glasses and that oversized hoodie, curled up on your dorm bed like a model student. But it had been ten minutes, and Satoru hadn’t retained a single word of your biology notes.
How could he?
You were seated across his lap, thighs spread over his, your warm, slick cunt snug around his softening cock. That’s right. Still inside you— from round three— and leaking down both of your thighs like his cum had no intention of staying politely tucked away. You hadn’t even let him pull out. Not when he was twitching and whimpering and fucked-out, head spinning from the last time you rode him dumb.
“No distractions this time,” you whispered sweetly, flipping open your textbook on the pillow beside you like your pussy wasn’t pulsing around his overstimulated cock. “You promised to help me.”
He made a broken little sound, almost like a laugh— except he was too far gone to actually find this funny. His hands were limp on your thighs, his shirt rucked up under his ribs, and his pretty white lashes fluttered as he stared up at you like you’d hung the stars and then fucked them into his lap.
“I… I c-can’t think,” he stammered. “Baby, you’re— your pussy’s still— still sucking me in—”
“I know,” you murmured, adjusting your hips and making him whine as your cunt clenched around him. “It’s part of the lesson, remember?. Anatomy.”
You reached down, flicking the page.
“Let’s start with the nervous system.” You trailed your fingertips down his chest, right over his sternum. “What’s this called?”
He blinked. Looked down at your hand. Then back at your face.
“…Uh…”
“Wrong,” you sang, grinding just a little and watching his head loll back with a groan. “That’s your sternum. C'mon, you know this, baby.”
“I don’t— I don’t know anything anymore,” he whimpered. “You fucked it out of me—there’s nothing in there—” He shook his head twice for emphasise.
You giggled, soft and cruel, and oh so sweet.
“That’s okay. We’ll go slow, baby”
Your hands slipped down to his pelvis, pressing just above where his soft, sensitive cock was still buried in you.
“What about this?” you asked sweetly. “Name this bone.”
He blinked through a haze of tears.
“Satoru,” you whispered. “Come on. You’re a genius, remember? Smartest boy in class. Use your big brain for me.”
“Pelvis!” he sobbed, voice a pitch too high. “That’s my pelvis— I swear—”
“Good boy,” you praised, leaning forward to kiss his forehead as your pussy fluttered again around him. “See? You do remember things. Even with your cock full of cum.”
He moaned. Just one long, low sound like you’d unlocked something unspeakable.
“Next question,” you whispered, tilting your hips and earning another desperate twitch from the mess of a man under you. “If a girl rides you three times, takes every drop of your cum, and doesn’t let your cock leave her pussy… what happens if she starts to bounce again?”
His eyes went wide.
“Don’t— don’t you dare—”
You dared. You did.
You bounced. Just once. Then again— slow and careful, grinding over his cock like you were trying to stuff him even deeper. And Satoru screamed.
“NO—no no no—baby please—I’ll cum again— I will—”
“I know,” you whispered, letting your nails trace lazy patterns over his chest, marking his skin, faint red lines appearing now. “That’s why I’m asking.”
“Y-you’re gonna break me—”
“I’m just making sure you learn.”
You picked up the pace.
Slow, squishy little bounces, your soaked pussy sliding down his overstimulated cock like you needed another orgasm outta him, like it had been ages since the last one. And he couldn’t fight it. Couldn’t even beg properly. Just lay there, gasping, moaning, thrashing as your cunt worked him to the edge again.
“Want your answer?” you cooed, leaning down until your lips brushed his ear.
He whimpered.
“She makes you cum again.” Fuck pretty girl. You're gonna make me fuckin' cum again.
And he did.
This time, it wasn’t loud. It was broken. Cracked. A whimper into your shoulder as his body curled, and his cock spilled into you again— barely anything left, but his balls still tried, throbbing weakly as he gave you one more pathetic, creamy mess to claim.
You didn’t move. Just kissed his cheek and sighed.
“Thanks for helping me study, baby,” you whispered against his temple. “I’ll ace my test. And your dick’s gonna get a gold star.”
.✦ ݁･˖ ℛ.𝐒𝐔𝐊𝐔𝐍𝐀 ݁･✧˚. would stay inside his pretty wife, forever if he could. 𝟏𝟖 + 𝐌𝐃𝐍𝐈 ꒰Fem!reader ⋮⋮ Trueform!Sukuna ⋮⋮ p in v ⋮⋮ c-pied ⋮⋮ belly bulge⋮⋮ intimate sex ⋮⋮ kissing꒱
Sukuna’s chamber was dim, lit only by the faint glow of a single oil lamp that burned low on the far table. The faint glow of flickering flames dancing across the wide futon. You're laying on your back in the center of the silk sheets, thighs spread wide around Sukuna’s powerful hips.
The weight of him presses you deep into the bedding, four massive arms caging you in, four crimson eyes stay locked on your face with an intensity that steals your breath with every passing moment.
One of his massive cocks fills your cunt, stretching you open so completely that every tiny shift of his body sends jolts of overwhelming fullness through you. He's been inside you for so long that you've lost all sense of time.
It feels like hours his cock has been keeping you full, letting you feel every inch of him. The burn in your muscles deepening with every breath. Your legs tremble from holding the position you're in.
Sweat cools on your skin. Tiny droplets tracing paths down your sides. Yet the heat radiating from Sukuna wraps around you like a living flame, keeping you warm, while his first cock rests heavy and thick against your tummy. Its warmth seeping into your skin where the fat head is nestled perfectly in the soft dip of your navel. Thick, sticky precum dribbles steadily from the slit, filling that little hollow and spills over where the taut skin beneath your belly grows warmer from inside out. The sensation makes your breath hitch.
You can feel the way your own pussy drips around his second cock, sweet juices soaking his girth and the sheets below with every flutter of your walls. Sukuna felt every little pulse, every flutter of your walls around his massive length. Your cunt's molded itself to him now, gripping him tightly and welcomes him deeper with each subtle shift as you clench helplessly around his massive length, pulsing and squeezing as if trying to pull him in even deeper.
Your fingers are fisted tight in the silk sheets, knuckles white, the fabric's scrunched up in your palms so hard that if you let go, the imprints of your grip would remain. Every muscle in your body felt deliciously sore already. The kind of ache you knew would linger tomorrow and remind you exactly who had claimed you so thoroughly.
Sukuna moves with aching gentleness. He fucked his cock into you slowly. Just a little more with each rock of his hips, pushing a little deeper, then easing back only to press forward again. Every thrust paired with a tender-rough kiss to your neck. He's sucked purple kisses into your skin, marked you as his, over and over again, he can’t help himself.
This was one of those long nights, where he had you right where he wanted you. His version of making love to his sweet wife involved this slow worship. He kissed your beautiful skin. He felt your warmth and revelled in the pace of your heartbeat under his palm. The way your blood circulated throughout your body hypnotized him. It captivated him completely alongside the tight constricting heat of your cunt around his cock.
Wet squelches were significantly audible now, sopping wetness that flowed out thickly from your cunt, made them most prominent in the quiet room. He loved those lewd noises. He loved the scent of you even more. The warm salt of your skin. The sweetness of your hair and the sweet, heady aroma of your arousal that hung thick in the air around you both. His eyes traced every detail of you.
The heat across your cheeks. The way your lips trembled. The subtle sheen of sweat making your breasts glisten. He noticed how your nipples peaked in the cool air, noticed the rapid rise and fall of your chest. The soft thrumming of your heartbeat under his fingertips calmed him. Love made him drink in all of it. You were his. Utterly and perfectly his.
By now, you started to whine as the pressure built unbearably.
“s'too much...haaah...Sukuna-” The words left your lips high pitched and dazed. Voice coming out soft and breaking on little incoherent babbles when another slow thrust nudged his thick cockhead against that deep, sensitive gummy-soft spot inside you.
Sukuna shushed you gently, lips brushing your ear. “Shh, little wife. I know. I know it stretches you so full. But you are taking me so well. Just a little more. Let me feel you.”
His crimson eyes drank in every detail of your face, the way your lashes fluttered, the way your lips parted on little gasps as he rocked into you more intentionally but tenderly. He knew he was big. Everything about him was. He always tried so hard not to overwhelm you. Yet the stretch of his huge cock already did that. Your body always tried its hardest to take him. It fluttered and clenched around him. You wanted to cum.
The need to is excruciating but his resilience held him back from fucking you roughly. He wanted to savor you first and only then he'd make sure to fill you full with his cum, and leak him for days. Pump load after load into you and watch your lower tummy swell with him. It was always so much. It always had been and always will be.
Right now, he savoured you. You kept taking him deeper and deeper, then his gaze left your face. He looked down at your body, eyes focused on your breasts. The slight movement of them every time you heaved for air entranced him.
The way Sukuna took his time was excruciating. One of his lower hands trailed from your shoulder down your sweat-slicked skin, cupping the soft weight of your breast. He stroked it tenderly, thumb brushing over the nipple before pinching it lightly and tugging the stiff bud. It grew firmer instantly under his touch, so sensitive and soft.
You arched with a quiet cry, and Sukuna groaned low in his throat as he leaned forward to capture your nipple between his lips, mouth closing around it tenderly as he sucked gently at first, with slow devotion. Then harder, tongue swirling and teasing around the taut bud while his hips continued those shallow, devastating thrusts.
Pleasure coiled tighter inside you. Slowly, his hands moved down, two big palms finding purchase on your soft curves. His eyes followed the expanse of your body as he gripped your waist lightly, both thumbs pressing on the swell there, his first cock still resting on your lower tummy, smearing thick, warm precum on your skin.
He massaged the sticky mess, thumbs rubbing slow circles on your bloated lower tummy. Feeling his other cock under your skin, shift as he moved and began fucking into you deeper with purpose, now that he had a proper hold on you. Pulling you down on his cock to meet his thrusts.
You cried out. It felt so good, yet it was too much. The fat tip of his cock meeting the puckered tight entrance of your cervix, bullying it sweetly. More and more, it yielded gradually. You felt him so deep. So impossibly deep. Body trying so hard to take him. Your walls fluttered and clenched, milking his thick cock with every movement. The pressure built inside you, excruciatingly perfect, until it finally broke.
The intensity crashed over you. You came hard, body shaking as your pussy milked his cock with powerful spasms. Sweet juices gushing around him. Sukuna's control finally snapped. He held you tighter, four arms wrapping around your trembling body as he fucked into you with desperate, deep strokes claiming you completely.
His second cock rubbed hot and heavy against your tummy, smearing more precum across your skin. With a guttural growl he buried himself to the hilt and came. Heavy pulses of thick cum flooded the narrow channel of your cunt. So much of it. Your lower belly swelled visibly with the warmth of him. You felt every spurt, every throb, walls milked him greedily, drawing out every drop as he emptied himself inside you.
He stayed buried deep, arms cradling you close while the last tremors ran through both of you. His forehead pressed to yours. Crimson eyes soft in the dim light as he looks at you with something close to wonder.
“My perfect wife,” he murmured, voice rough and low. One hand stroked your swollen tummy, he pressed gently feeling the evidence of his release there. “So full of me. So good for me, always.”
You whimpered softly. Your cunt still fluttering around his cock. Yet you smiled up at him, arms wrapping around his neck. Sukuna kissed you slow and sweet, savouring the taste of your lips. The warmth of your breath. The way your body yielded so completely to his. He noticed the way your lashes brushed your cheeks when your eyes closed. He noticed the faint tremor in your thighs still wrapped around him. Noticed how your pulse slowed under his palm. Every detail etched itself into him. His wife. His light in the endless darkness.
He would stay like this for a while longer, still warm against and inside you, savouring every pulse, every shared breath, every quiet moment where the King of Curses could simply hold his beloved wife and feel utterly at peace. Outside, the night continued on. Inside, wrapped in each other, time held no meaning. Only love and the burn of pleasure remained.
ಇ.word count: 5.5k ಇ.art by: @!narutoss.ramen on X
ಇ.pairing: Nerd!Satoru x Nerd!Reader
ಇ.content & warnings: ꒰non canon au ⋮⋮ crack! ⋮⋮ reader & satoru are heavily inexperienced ⋮⋮ Satoru being annoying otp ⋮⋮ bad sexting ⋮⋮ masturbation m & f ⋮⋮ reader humps a pillow ⋮⋮ oral. fem rec ⋮⋮ loss of virginity ⋮⋮ p in v ⋮⋮ multi-orgasms ⋮⋮ c-pied ⋮⋮ cum eating ⋮⋮ kissing꒱
It had been a week. One whole week since the two of you had officially, undeniably, ridiculously become a couple. Your boyfriend. You still were not entirely sure how that word had ended up belonging to Satoru Gojo.
Sometimes you would be doing something completely ordinary. Brushing your teeth. Standing in line at the grocery store. Trying to decide what to eat for dinner. And your brain would suddenly go. Oh. Satoru is your boyfriend. Then you would have to stand there for a moment. Staring blankly at whatever was in front of you while your face slowly heated.
It was stupid. You had had boyfriends before. Technically. Well— Maybe not. Okay. No. Not really. But Satoru was different. Satoru was the person who had somehow gone from a complete stranger you met at a Doraemon expo, to the man whose name sat permanently pinned at the top of your messages.
Your Satoru. Your boyfriend. And apparently, according to him you were his girlfriend. He had started using the word like he had been waiting his entire life for permission. "My girl." "My girlfriend." "Angel." "Pretty girl." "My favourite person."
The first time he called you my girl over text you stared at the message for a solid thirty seconds before throwing your phone onto your bed. Then you picked it right back up. Then you reread it. Then you buried your face in your pillow.
Satoru meanwhile had apparently been having an equally profound experience. Because somewhere between the movie theater and the following morning he realized something terrifying. He had a girlfriend. Satoru Gojo had a girlfriend. Not a temporary fling. Not someone he met at a party and forgot the next morning. Not a stranger whose number would eventually disappear somewhere in the endless scroll of his phone.
You.
You were the person he could text when he woke up. The person he could send stupid memes to. The person who actually laughed at his jokes. The person who would tolerate him rambling about something obscure for twenty minutes because you genuinely wanted to hear him talk. And perhaps most importantly you were the person who had seen him at his most embarrassingly enthusiastic and somehow still wanted him afterward.
That last part had been sitting in his head a lot. More than he would ever admit. Because the thing was. Satoru had never really thought he would have this. Not in the way he had always secretly wanted it. Someone who wanted to know him. Someone who wanted to stay. Someone who would curl against him and laugh until her stomach hurt because he said something stupid. Someone who would look at him like he was something precious.
It made him feel almost unbearably lucky. Which was annoying. Because Satoru Gojo did not like feeling unbearably anything. Except apparently unbearably lucky. And unbearably horny.
That was becoming a problem too. A very significant problem.
It had been a couple weeks since that wild night in the bathroom stall at the movies. Your first real date. The way his hands had found you there. Inside you. The heat and the rush and the desperate way you both clung to each other after. Confirming everything. He was your boyfriend now. You were his girl. Satoru Gojo was a lucky boy because he did not think he would ever have a girlfriend. Someone to spend time with. Someone to share his jokes with and hear your pretty laugh in return.
That night after he came to the realization that he actually had his hands on you. Inside you. It had all been so surreal. And now the two of you had been constantly talking over text. Even sexting. Yeah. Sexting.
The first time it happened started innocently enough. He had just gotten out of the shower.
You were lying in bed. Half watching something on your laptop when your phone buzzed. You picked it up. A message from Satoru.
toru 🩵
showered
A smiled appeared on your face immediately, a big one, as your fingers clicked his message open and began typing.
you 🩷
congratulations?
Three dots appeared. Disappeared. Appeared again. Then—
toru 🩵
wow
toru 🩵
that's all i get
That made you giggle to yourself.
you 🩷
what do you want
His response took longer this time. Then your phone buzzed, a picture??? Why was he sending a picture right now, you took a sharp inhale.
And opened it. And immediately sat up. Satoru was standing in what looked like his dorm room, obviously. You've been there a couple of times to recognise the background. He was still wet. A towel hanging loosely around his neck. He wasn't smiling properly exactly. It was more of that lazy little half smirk he did when he knew precisely what he was doing. Your heart gave one stupid, traitorous little thump.
You stared. Then stared some more. Your nipples tightened under your shirt just from the sight of him like that. Fresh from the shower. Skin still warm and damp.
you 🩷
oh
His reply came instantly.
toru 🩵
oh?
You bit your lip, in anticipation
you 🩷
you look nice
toru 🩵
nice?
you 🩷
yes
toru 🩵
that's so romantic
You peered at your screen, then rolled your eyes.
you 🩷
shut up
toru 🩵
no no i'm listening
toru 🩵
tell me more about how nice i look
You could practically hear his voice. That amused teasing tone. Your pussy gave a slow warm throb as you typed.
you 🩷
your hair looks pretty
There was a pause. Longer this time. Then—
toru 🩵
pretty?
You sighed, then frowned.
you 🩷
yes
toru 🩵
you think i'm pretty?
Your cheeks warmed and there was heat pooling low in your belly now.
you 🩷
i didn't say that
toru 🩵
you literally did
you 🩷
i said your hair is pretty
toru 🩵
coward
You gasped... The audacity. No he did not.
you 🩷
excuse me?
toru 🩵
you heard me
You were smiling madly, not being able to help it anymore.
you 🩷
your hair is pretty
you 🩷
your face is pretty
you 🩷
happy now?
His answer took almost a full minute.
toru 🩵
very
Then another message.
toru 🩵
you should send me a picture too
You looked down at yourself. You were wearing an oversized shirt, it was nothing special. Nothing remotely seductive. Your hair was messy. You had not done anything to look pretty. But your body was already reacting. Skin tingling. Pussy getting slick just from talking to him.
you 🩷
i'm in bed
toru 🩵
i know
Your eyebrows lifted, a real psychic he is.
you 🩷
how?
toru 🩵
because you just told me
You laughed, and shook your head unbelievably.
you 🩷
idiot
toru 🩵
what are you wearing
Your smile faltered. Not because the question was shocking. It was just. Different. Your fingers hovered over the keyboard. Your nipples were hard now. Pressing against the soft fabric.
you 🩷
clothes
His response came immediately.
toru 🩵
wow
toru 🩵
incredibly specific
You pressed your lips together.
you 🩷
an oversized shirt
toru 🩵
whose?
You blinked.
you 🩷
mine
toru 🩵
boring 🙄
you 🩷
you're annoying
He didn't waste time sending the next message.
toru 🩵
take it off
Your stomach flipped, tf!? You stared at the words. A rush of shy heat flooded your face and between your legs.
you 🩷
...why?
The three dots appeared.
toru 🩵
curiosity
Another message.
toru 🩵
scientific research 😇
You laughed so suddenly you had to cover your mouth. Your clit throbbed and you wanted to touch it. You wanted his voice telling you to.
you 🩷
you're such a nerd
toru 🩵
says the girl who went to a fucking doraemon expo with me
you 🩷
i hate you
toru 🩵
no you don't
Your fingers went still. Because he was right. You did not. You really really didn't.
you 🩷
no
Then.
you 🩷
i don't
His response was almost immediate.
toru 🩵
yeah
toru 🩵
i know
You stared at the screen. And then your phone rang.
You nearly dropped it.
"Satoru?"
His voice came through warm and slightly amused.
"Hi."
"You called."
"I did."
"Why?"
"You were taking too long to answer."
You smiled despite yourself.
"To what?"
"Anything."
You rolled onto your stomach now.
"Satoru."
"Angel."
The nickname was softer over the phone. That was the problem. Everything sounded different when he said it aloud. You tucked your face into your pillow. Your pussy was wet now. Aching.
"What?"
"Are you still wearing the shirt?"
You made a tiny noise of disbelief.
"You're still on that?"
"I'm persistent."
"You're annoying." Yes he definitely was.
"You like me."
"I do." ... "fucker" - You muttered that under your breath.
The silence afterward was immediate. You could hear him breathe, it was soft and shallow, like he himself was trying hard to stay still. It made you close your eyes. You smiled.
"What's wrong?" Your voice came out a little shaky, you didn't mean for it to.
"Nothing." He said voice calm, almost assuring.
"You went quiet."
"I'm appreciating the fact that my girlfriend just admitted she likes me." Well that sounded a bit sarcastic.
"You already knew that." You retorted.
"I like hearing it."
Something in your chest softened. You turned onto your back. Your hand drifted down. Hovering shyly over your stomach.
"You're ridiculous." A small chuckle left your lips.
"Yeah."
His voice.. you can tell he was smiling. Then after a moment.
"Can I see you?"
Your heart jumped, you started to blink rapidly.
"uuuh r-right now?"
"Right now." He said straightforwardly.
"Satoru." You said, voice coming out an octave louder than necessary.
"What?"
"You've already seen me."
"I know."
"Today." You reminded.
"I know."
"Earlier." You re-affirmed.
"I know."
You could hear the grin in his voice.
"I want to see you right now, Angel."
That did something to you. Something so embarrassingly simple, had you smiling ear to ear at the ceiling. Your fingers slipped lower. Brushing over where your panties were soaked through.
"Okay." You sighed breathlessly.
There was a small pause. Then the call changed. The screen lit up, the emoticon to switch to video, you pressed it absentmindedly. And suddenly there he was. Satoru. His hair was still damp. His towel had fallen around his shoulders. He was lying back against his pillows, and his signature wire-rimmed glasses weren't on. He had one hand resting behind his head.
"Hi." He said playfully, his perfect teeth glaring at you.
You stared, eyes probably wide. He raised an eyebrow.
"Hi?"
"Yes. Hi." He tutted, then without giving you a second—
"You're staring."
"I'm not." You blinked your eyes off to the side.
"You are." He teased.
You groaned softly. "Your hair is still wet."
"That's what you noticed?" He huffed.
"Yes."
"Wow." Oh you didn't even notice the lack of his spectacles. That kinda broke his heart.
"Stop fishing for compliments." You said, eyes rolling.
"Tell me I'm pretty again."
You laughed, in disbelief.
"No."
"Please?" God... why did that sound so... ughhh.
"No." Your eyebrows pinched together.
"Angel."
Damn.
You covered your face. He laughed. Fuck. You loved his laugh. You loved how easy it was. How he never seemed embarrassed by it. Your fingers pressed lightly against your clit through the fabric.
"You're pretty." You muttered.
"What, what was that, hm?" Oh he was taunting you now.
"I said you're pretty." You said defeatedly.
"Louder."
"No."
"Come on."
"Satoru." That came out a little too whiny.
"Pretty please."
You groaned, again.
"You're pretty." You said honestly, voice loud enough for him.
He smiled and there it was. That look. The one that made you suddenly feel like you were the only person in the world.
"Thank you." That sounded so sweet, coming from him.
"You're welcome."
Then his eyes flicked downward.
"What are you wearing?"
You stared at him. He stared back. You narrowed your eyes. Your pussy clenched.
"You already know. Baka"
"I want to hear you say it."
"Ugh." You're weird."
"I'm your boyfriend."
"That doesn't explain anything."
"It explains everything."
You laughed again. Your fingers started moving in slow shy circles.
"An oversized shirt."
"Still?"
"Yes." Annoyance clear and present in your voice now.
"Nothing else?" He was prying.
You froze. Satoru's expression changed. Not dramatically. Just enough though. His smile softened into something more curious. His free hand shifted lower on screen.
"Angel?"
You swallowed. Your voice came out breathy. Shy but honest.
"You're being nosy."
"Very." At least he was self-aware.
"You can't see anything."
"I didn't ask to see anything."
"You're thinking about it." Oh he definitely was.
"Maybe." That confirmed it.
Your cheeks warmed. Your nipples were so hard they ached. Your pussy was soaking. You wanted to touch yourself properly. To him. To his voice.
"Oh." He said softly.
"What?"
"You're flustered."
"I'm not." You tried to deny, to play it somewhat cool.
"You are." This asshole.
"Stop looking at me."
"Never." omg.. why was he like this?!
You hid your face. But you kept your fingers moving. Slow and awkward. Horny and unsure, no you were sure, so sure actually.
"You're so annoying."
"You're cute."
That shut you up, and Satoru laughed quietly.
"See?" His voice teased.
"See what?"
"I can make you speechless."
"Don't get excited."
"Too late."
You rolled your eyes. But you were smiling. Most times the two of you stayed like that. Talking. Teasing. Learning. There was no rush. No script. Just two people who were still figuring out how to be together. Shy in so many ways even after that bathroom stall. Still exploring every new feeling.
Sometimes the conversation drifted toward things neither of you had the courage to say directly. Questions. Curiosity. Little admissions.
Satoru'd asked what you thought about him. You told him he was irritating. He asked what else. You said he was kind. He went quiet. You asked why. He said he was not used to people saying that. You told him he should get used to it. Then he smiled.
And suddenly you understood something. The flirting was easy. The teasing was easy. But underneath it there was something softer. Something neither of you knew quite how to handle yet. Something that made every new step feel bigger than it should.
But right now your fingers kept rubbing. Little whimpers slipping past your lips, trying to be quiet but he was picking up on every stray sound. He could tell and maybe that excited you.
"Angel. Are you... touching yourself?" His voice dropped. Unfiltered.. teasing and horny, you could hear it.
You bit your lip shyly. Fuck. You were caught.. But you nodded. You nodded anyway because you couldn't keep anything from him even if you wanted to.
"Yeah. A little." Your voice came out strained. There was no going back now.
"Fuck. Don't hide it." He breathed. "Let me see you. Please."
Your heart pounded. But you switched cameras. The screen showed where your t-shirt had ridden up your tummy, and your other hand clearly shoved into the waistband of your panties. His eyes darkened when he saw it.
"You're so pretty like this." He murmured. "You're ah- um touching yourself..?" He sounded so shy and wrecked, asking a dumb question, the answer was obvious enough at this point.
It still made you whimper. Fingers slipping lower under your panties. Sliding through your wet folds.
"Yes. Satoru." Affirmations was definitely his kink.
Your breathless purr of his name, made him groan.. he was coming undone quick. His camera flipped down, now too. His sweats and boxers shoved down mid thigh, cock out and visibly hard. Flushed and pretty. Long and leaking precum at the tip. His slender hand wrapped around it. Stroking slow. All for you to see and your eyes lingered, staring intently.
"Look at what you do to me." He said. Voice rough. "So hard for you angel."
You rubbed your clit faster. Watching him. The way his hand moved. The slick sounds. His moans of your name.
"Satoru..." You gasped. Fingers circling. Wet noises filling the call on both ends.
He stroked harder. Thumb spreading precum over the tip and down his length. "Fuck. Your sounds. S'messy Angel. Let me hear your pretty cunt."
You moaned. Shy but needy. Rubbing quicker, building fast. His hips bucked. Hand flying.
"Angel. M'gonna cum." He panted. Moaning your name loud, then in the next second thick white cum streaked across his chest. Over his fingers. So much. So pretty.
You followed. Messy on your fingers. Clenching and whimpering out his name, desperately.
He caught his breath. Eyes hungry. "Can i see.. Angel.. can I see your fingers? show them to me please.." Fuck... he was begging so nicely, it did something to you.
Shy but obediently you held them up. Shiny, your arousal thick and sappy stringed on your fingers, webbing in the light.
"Good girl... fuck. Put them in your mouth.. haa-ah taste yourself f'me Angel."
You slipped them into your mouth, with a moan, Sucking softly as he wiped his cum off his chest. Licking a bit from his fingers, in sync with you.
The two of you stayed on the call. Breathing softly together. Smiling shyly, left over horniness fading way now. Both connected and sated.
Eventually Satoru's eyes left your pretty face for a second and glanced at the clock in the little upper left corner on his phone.
"It's late." He said in realization.
"It is." You knew it was by now.
"You should sleep." Voice tender-soft.
"You first." You murmured back.
"I'm not tired."
"Neither am I." He sounded believable but you were sure.
"You are."
"I'm not." He was going to play this game, but you weren't gonna let him win this.
"You've yawned three times."
That made him grin, "You're counting?"
"Obviously."
He smiled.
"Stay on the phone, with me Angel." Voice low and lazy.
You blinked.
"While we sleep?"
"Yeah."
Your heart squeezed.
"Okay."
"Okay?"
"Okay."
With that he settled deeper into his pillows. You did the same and for a while neither of you said anything. You could hear his breathing. He could hear yours.
And eventually...quietly.
"Hey angel?"
"Yeah?" Your voice came out a little drowsy.
"I'm really glad you're my girlfriend."
You smiled into the darkness.
"Me too."
A pause. Then-
"Also."
"What?"
"Your shirt is still bothering me."
You burst out laughing.
"Satoru!"
He laughed too.
And somewhere between the teasing and the laughter the call stayed connected. The two of you fell asleep like that. Not knowing exactly where this was going. Not knowing how much you would learn about each other. Not knowing how many more firsts were waiting.
Just knowing that somehow. Against all odds. Satoru Gojo had a girlfriend. And you had a boyfriend. And he was lying in bed somewhere smiling at the sound of your sleepy breathing.
Thinking probably for the hundredth time that week. Holy shit. She's really mine.
And maybe just maybe you were thinking the same thing.
Because tomorrow he would text you again. He would send something ridiculous. You would pretend to be annoyed and he'd flirt. You would flirt back. And eventually one of you would say something that made the other flustered.
And you would keep discovering each other. Slowly, carefully, and with hunger. One little secret at a time.
This time you're at his dorm room on campus.
And it starts with a pillow.
Well— you, and a pillow, and a very stupid pair of thigh-high socks that Satoru swore would be the death of him when you slid into his dorm room wearing them and nothing else but one of his oversized hoodies and a shy little smirk.
He gawked.
You straddled his pillow without a word, right in the middle of his bed, and started grinding. Soft. Slow. Just for yourself. His jaw went slack. His hands froze mid-text. And you were so casual about it, like you didn’t even notice the way he was staring at you like you’d hung the moon with your pussy.
“Practicing,” you’d murmured, shrugging cutely.
“For what?” he asked, voice wrecked.
Your smile was pure trouble. “Riding.”
Satoru dropped his phone. Physically. Onto the floor.
You giggled. "I wanted to see if I could get off just humping something."
He made a sound like he'd been punched.
So now here you are— on your hands and knees, still wearing his hoodie and those sinful socks, pussy flushed and puffy from humping his favorite dorm pillow, hips twitching like you're almost there. You don't even realize you're whimpering until his hands slide around your hips, and he speaks, low and starving, right behind you.
“Angel…”
You look back over your shoulder.
Satoru is kneeling behind you, shirtless, eyes dark with hunger. He brushes your ass with his palm. Then slips his hand between your thighs and cups your pussy over the pillow. Soaked-sticky and messy.
“You’re so wet,” he groans. “You were gonna cum on a pillow and not even let me watch?”
“I was...testing” you pant, wearily.
He flips you like a doll.
Suddenly you’re flat on your back, head on the sheets, thighs trembling open and hoodie bunched around your waist. The pillow lies forgotten beside you, damp with slick. He looms over you, hair falling into his eyes, lips parted and pink.
“You wanna ride my face, Angel?” he asks, voice hoarse.
Your whole body shivers.
“…Can I?”
He laughs soft and stunned, worshipful almost, and leans down to kiss you like you’re the most delicious thing in the world.
“Fuck yes, you can. Sit on my face. Suffocate me. Make me drown in it.”
He lays back against the pillows, adjusting under you with arms out like a throne. His glasses are already tossed to the side, and he’s licking his lips like he can already taste you. You’re climbing over him, thighs shaking, when he grabs your hips and drags you up.
“Right here,” he whispers, eyes locked on your glistening cunt above him. “Right here, baby. Let me feel the weight of it.”
You lower slowly, knees braced, hands pressed into the wall behind his headboard. You hover above his mouth, panting and then, gently, you sank down.
His tongue meets your folds like he’s starving.
You wail.
Your pussy clenches instantly, overwhelmed by the first hot drag of his tongue from your entrance to your clit. Satoru groans, loud, grabs your thighs like he needs more, and pulls you down until you’re seated fully on his mouth.
“Satoru!” you cry out, rocking without meaning to.
His tongue slides in now, licking into your dripping pussy like he’s mapping it. He moans like it tastes like heaven, like it’s a privilege just to be under you. Your thighs squeeze around his head. Your hips roll. Your clit finds his nose. And you grind.
He’s letting you.
Letting you fuck his mouth like you need it to breathe.
“Don’t stop,” you whimper. “Don’t stop, I’m— Satoru, I’m gonna cum, I’m so close—”
He hums against your clit and the vibration breaks you.
You cum on his tongue with a scream, body jerking, hips grinding down in helpless little circles. He grabs your thighs, keeps you there, mouth open, licking, moaning, slurping like he doesn’t care that you’re sobbing above him.
You collapse forward, hips still twitching, body limp, cheek against his bare chest.
He gasps when you move off him, his face soaked, chin dripping with your slick.
“…You taste like candy,” he whispers, starry-eyed.
You’re panting, half-laughing. “That was insane.”
“I think I’m addicted to your pussy.”
You slap his chest, weakly.
He grins, wild and happy, then he murmurs, "You've got the prettiest pussy I've ever seen Angel, We need to do this again.. maybe ah-hundred times before we," His voice drops as he leans in and whispers into your ear teasingly, "fuck huh?"
Now you’ve been thinking about it all day.
All week, really.
Every time your thighs press together too tightly in class, every time you catch Satoru’s glazed-over stare sliding to your chest or how he bites his lip when you fidget in your seat—you think about riding him.
You’ve made out on his futon. You’ve touched. Explored. Cum multiple times on his fingers while crying into his neck. You’ve memorized the way he moans when you stroke him, how his cock twitches helplessly when you kiss the head and whisper how much you want to take it inside.
So now… it’s time.
You sit on his lap in his tiny, warm dorm room, legs bare, wearing nothing but one of his hoodies and knee socks, straddling him while his hands hover at your waist like he’s too scared to grip you. Your panties are already shoved to the side. His sweats are pushed down, and his cock's hard. Flushed, drooling against his belly, it twitches between your folds like it’s waiting for permission.
You’re both shaking.
“You don’t have to,” he whispers. “Not tonight. Only if you really want—”
“I need to,” you breathe.
You lean close, your nose brushing his, eyes wide and nervous but burning.
“I want to ride you, Satoru.”
He chokes on air.
“Oh my god.”
Your hand wraps around the base of his cock, hot and slick from his own arousal, and you guide him up, between your slick folds, over your clit. You both shudder. You roll your hips, let him feel the mess he’s made of you. His eyes are already fluttering back.
“You’re so wet,” he whispers. “You’re gonna take me?”
You nod. “Just… let me go slow.”
You lift your hips, line him up with your tight little entrance, and take a deep breath.
“Okay. I’m ready.”
He holds your waist, his grip tightening.
The tip presses in.
And holy fuck.
You’re stretching already, your walls squeezing down on him like you’re trying to keep him inside before he’s even all the way in. Your jaw falls open. He moans so loud into your shoulder you nearly lose balance.
“Oh ...oh fuck angel—angel, you’re so tight—fuck, I can’t—”
You both gasp, frozen, as you sink down another inch. It’s like a punch to your stomach and your cunt at the same time—hot, overwhelming, raw and perfect. Your thighs tremble. Your nails dig into his shoulders.
“I can feel everything,” you sob. “You’re so big, Satoru, you’re splitting me open.”
He’s crying. A little. From how tight you are. From how warm. From the way your pussy clenches around him like you love him already and he hasn’t even bottomed out yet.
“Tell me when to stop,” he pants. “Tell me if I hurt you.”
“You’re not,” you gasp. “Don’t stop—don’t stop. I need you.”
You sink lower. Lower. Inch by inch, your walls stretch around him, pulsing with slick heat.
Then— you bottom out.
And it feels like your whole body is going to break open from the pressure, from how full you are.
You bury your face in his shoulder. “I’m full. I’m so fucking full, I can feel you in my stomach—”
His hips twitch and he sobs again.
“I’m inside,” he whispers. “You’re letting me in. You’re my first—”
You press your lips to his ear. “You’re my first, too.”
And then— you rock.
Gently. Testing how much you can move.
And his hands slam down on your hips like he can’t take it. His cock twitches inside you, and your walls clench around him in response.
You moan.
He moans louder.
Then you start riding him, slow and messy. Tight little bounces, up n down. Just enough to feel the stretch, the slide, the overwhelming wet heat of your cunt clinging to him like your body doesn’t want to let go. It’s all instinct and desperation. The sounds of skin against skin, of slick, needy friction echoing in the tiny dorm room.
Your thighs are shaking. His hands won’t stop gripping, guiding, worshiping.
“Fuck, angel— fuck, you’re riding me—”
You cry out. “You’re so deep— I-I can’t—I feel you in my chest—”
He bucks into you by accident and you scream, throwing your head back.
“Did I hurt you?!”
“N-no—again, do that again—”
He does. And you swear you go cross-eyed.
The rhythm is clumsy. Awkward. Your knees are slipping and his hips stutter, but you don’t care. You don’t care about perfect. You care about how he moans your name like a prayer. How your pussy makes that wet little schlk sound every time you take him down to the base.
“I’m gonna cum,” he gasps. “I’m gonna—fuck, I can’t hold it—”
You grab his cheeks, force his eyes to meet yours.
“Cum in me,” you whisper. “Please. Make a mess inside me.”
His cock throbs violently.
“Angel—fuck—I love you—”
He explodes.
It’s hot. You feel it fill you— pulse after desperate pulse. Sticky, thick, messy. It overflows instantly, leaking between your thighs and down his cock while you grind and cry out again, cumming right after him. You shake through it— sobbing, clenching, writhing in his lap like your body doesn’t know how to survive this much fullness.
You collapse against his chest.
His hands cradle you.
He’s panting. Moaning your name over and over.
“I’ve never felt anything so good,” he whispers.
You kiss him then, slow and shaky-sweet.
“Neither have I.”
And then you both fall backward onto the bed, tangled, ruined, still joined at the hips.
You stay that way for a long, long time.
You’re still straddling him.
Bare thighs trembling. Pussy aching. His cock softening slowly inside you, twitching with little aftershocks, buried deep in your cunt and leaking. You can feel it. His cum—so much of it— pooling hot and sticky inside your body. Seeping out in slow, obscene dribbles every time you shift or twitch.
It’s messy. You’re flushed and overwhelmed, shivering through the afterglow and clinging to his hoodie like a lifeline.
And Satoru Gojo is staring between your legs like he’s entranced.
You glance down. Follow his line of sight.
There’s a little stream of milky white trickling from where he’s still inside you, slipping down between your folds and soaking into the mess of his hoodie bunched beneath your ass. You clench involuntarily and more leaks out— sticky-warm and filthy.
Satoru groans.
“I can see it.” His voice is wrecked. “It’s—fuck, it’s dripping out of you. That’s my cum. Inside you.”
You moan softly, hips rocking like you’re chasing the stretch again.
His hands grip your waist.
“I wanna clean you up,” he whispers, breath hot against your cheek.
You blink, dazed. “I can just— get a towel, or—”
“No. Not like that.”
You look down. He’s already pulling out—slowly— and you both gasp as his softening cock slips free of your pussy, followed immediately by a thick, wet gush of cum that drips from your folds in slow, shiny strands.
Satoru watches it fall.
Then he drops to his knees.
Right between your thighs.
“Satoru— what are you—”
“I need to,” he says, voice low, eyes blown wide and desperate. “Please. Let me clean it with my mouth.”
You can’t even think. Not with the way he’s looking at you like you’re something divine, something sweet and holy and soaked in his mess. His hands part your trembling thighs and he moans at the sight of your sticky, cum-dripping pussy glistening in the soft dorm light.
“Angel,” he whispers, reverent. “You’re ruined. I made such a mess.”
You reach down, brush his hair back. “Then clean it up.”
He dives in.
His tongue slides through your folds— warm, flat, soaking up the slick with long, filthy licks. You scream, thighs snapping around his head, because you’re so sensitive, still throbbing from your orgasm, and now his tongue is licking up his own cum from your pussy like he’s starving.
You squirm. Whimper. Try to push him back. “S-Satoru—s'too much—!”
He groans into your cunt, arms wrapping around your hips, holding you down like he’s not letting go until you’re clean.
“Can taste you,” he pants between licks. “You and me, mixed together—fuck, it’s so sweet—”
You throw your head back, moaning like a girl gone dumb.
His mouth is everywhere— lapping up the mess he made, licking into your hole, nosing against your clit until you’re gasping through gritted teeth, thighs shaking violently.
You’ve never felt anything like it.
It’s so dirty. So loving.
So deeply, terrifyingly intimate.
“Satoru—please—”
“Cum again,” he begs. “One more. Let me taste it fresh.”
And you do.
You cum with a sob, hips jerking, pussy leaking fresh slick into his mouth. He groans, drinks it, licks until you’re sobbing and twitching and clinging to his hair like you don’t know who you are anymore.
When he finally pulls back, his is face wet, chin shining, cheeks pink and you’re spread wide, limp, flushed from your ears to your tits and totally wrecked.
He climbs over you, kisses your forehead, then your lips, slowly, letting you taste yourself, his cum, the sweat and breathlessness of your shared first time.
“You’re my favourite thing,” he whispers.
You start crying.
He cradles you, strokes your hair, tucks you against his chest and wraps a blanket over your trembling body.
“I want you again,” you whisper.
He kisses your hair.
“I’m yours now,” he says. “So anytime you want me… I’m yours.
࣪˖ ݁Ი𐑼 ⋆ִֶָ་𝓕.𝐓𝐨𝐣𝐢 ִֶָ ་༘ ࣪˖ weakness is your messy eyeliner!?
𝟏𝟖+ 𝐦𝐝𝐧𝐢 ꒰ fem!reader ⋮⋮ "kajal" is used in place of eyeliner ⋮⋮ not desi reader specific but desi reader was in mind when writing this ⋮⋮ oral m. rec ⋮⋮ cum in mouth ꒱
The bedroom is still quiet as morning light breaks into your shared apartment, rays of sunshine filtering through the curtains. You stirred first, from sleep, hair spilled across the pillows and the faint scent of last night's jasmine oil still clinging to your skin.
Toji laid beside you. His massive frame taking up most of the bed. One heavy arm draped lazily over your waist. His breathing deep and even, as you blinked slowly. The familiar weight of sleep still pressed on your lashes.
He woke moments later. Those sharp green eyes cracked open and landed on your face.
Your kajal. Lined so carefully every night before bed. Now smudged in the most sinful way. Dark rings shadowed your pretty eyes, making you look wrecked already. Sultry. Like you had spent the whole night taking him deep and desperate.
Toji's cock twitched hard under the sheets, because he was instantly rock hard at the sight of you like this, actually every single morning, it did something filthy to him. He tried to look away, but his jaw clenched tight, the longer he tried to tell himself, not again. Just one morning he hoped his cock wasn't aching and painful because of you.
And you noticed right away. How could you not? His body language gave him away every time, the slight adjusting or where he'd pull the covers up over himself in an attempt to hide his boner. You shifted closer voice coming out soft and teasing. "What's wrong, Toji? You look like you're in pain."
He let out a low grunt, eyes flickering back to yours. The smudged kajal around them made his thoughts spiral. "Fuck. You look too good like that, Dollface. With your eyes all dark and messy. Makes me think about.. how y'er pretty mouth was taking all of me last night, stuffed ya full didn't I?
He lifted his hand mid sentence, reaching towards your face cupping your cheek as his thumb swiped right under your eye.. right where the kajal was the thickest. "Ruined that pretty liner even more."
Your heart fluttered. Heat pooled low in your belly. You knew exactly what he meant. His eyes always betrayed him. That hungry stare. The way his gaze dropped to your full lips next. He was imagining them stretched wide around his thick cock again.
You didn't say anything at first. Instead your hand roamed down his bare chest. Fingers tracing the hard lines of his abs. Lower, until you reached the heavy tent in his sweatpants. He was leaking already, a damp spot blooming under your palm.
Toji hissed through his teeth. "Shit. Yeah. Just like that."
You freed him with eager fingers. His cock sprang out. Thick, veined. The head flushed dark and shiny with pre-cum. It bobbed heavily against his stomach. You licked your lips. The sight making your mouth water.
Leaning down, you settled between his spread thighs. He opened them wider for you. Gentle and loving were his big hand as it came to rest on the back of your head. Fingers stroking through your hair with surprising tenderness.
You wrapped your plump lips around the tip first. Tongue swirling to lap up every drop of pre-cum. Salty-warm and perfect. Toji let out a guttural groan from deep in his chest. His hips bucking up just a little.
"Fuck, Dollface. Your mouth's... always so good for me."
You took him deeper. Inch by thick inch. Your cheeks hollowed as you sucked. The weight of him on your tongue felt divine. Your fingers teased along his happy trail. Petting the dark hair there. Tracing the muscles that flexed under your touch.
He guided you down slowly. "That's it. All the way, baby. Take every fucking inch f'me. I know you can."
You did. Relaxing your throat. Letting his cock slide in until your nose pressed against his pelvis. Your walls massaged him tight. Wet heat enveloping him completely. Tears pricked at the corners of your eyes. They spilled over. Smudging the kajal even more, black mixing with your tears, running down your cheeks.
Toji's gaze was locked on you. Hyper focused. He drank in every detail. The beauty marks around your eyes. The cute one right above your upper lip. Your hair framing your face like a halo. You looked so beautiful. So fucking ruined for him.
His thumb brushed your stretched lips. Gathering the drool that slipped out. "God, you're gorgeous. Look at you. Taking me so deep. My pretty girl."
You hummed around him. The vibration made his thighs tremble. You bobbed your head. Sucking harder. Tongue working the underside of his shaft. One hand cupped his heavy balls. Rolling them gently while your other hand stroked what your mouth couldn't reach.
Toji's fingers tightened in your hair. Not pulling. Just holding. Guiding you back and forth on his cock as his breaths came rougher now. "Yeah. Just like that. Gonna make those pretty eyes water more. Love seeing my good girl gag on my cock."
You pushed yourself further. Throat fluttering around him. Tears flowing freely. The kajal was a complete mess now. Dark smudges painting your heated skin. You looked up at him through wet lashes. Eyes glassy and devoted.
That was it. The sight broke him.
Toji came with a fevered moan. Thick ropes of cum flooding your throat. Hot, heavy and endless. You swallowed around him. Milking every drop, throat working rhythmically. Taking it all like the good girl you were.
When he finally eased out, a string of spit and cum connected your swollen lips to his glistening cock. You gasped for air. Lips shiny and wrecked.
Toji pulled you up immediately. His mouth crashed onto yours in a deep kiss. Tasting himself on your tongue. Then softer kisses followed. Across your cheek. Along your jaw. Gentle presses just under your eyes where the kajal was darkest. Kissing away the messy streaks with surprising care.
"You wrecked me, princess," he murmured against your skin. His hand stayed at the back of your head. Massaging your scalp in slow circles. "So fucking pretty in the morning. Thank you. My beautiful girl. My sultry little thing."
You smiled. Curling into his broad chest. His arms wrapped around you tight. The sun climbed higher outside. But neither of you moved. Just tangled together. His cock softening against your thigh. Your smudged kajal marking him now too.
Toji pressed one last kiss to your forehead. "Gonna need you to line those eyes every night. Just so I can wake up to this. Every damn morning."
His voice was low, a little possessive, but full of that lazy affection only you ever got to see. You nestled closer. Already thinking about tonight. How you'd line them even thicker. Just for him.
ִֶָ𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ 𝒦.𝐂𝐡𝐨𝐬𝐨 ་༘ ִֶָ ࣪˖ is fighting demons while his gf tries on bikini's at the mall.
꒰xfem!reader ⋮⋮ bikini try ons ⋮⋮ reader is implied to be curvy ⋮⋮ semi-public sex ⋮⋮ sex in a changing stall ⋮⋮ p in v ⋮⋮ c-pied꒱
Bikini season had the mall packed with bright lights and summer music humming through the speakers. You dragged Choso into the swimwear store with a bright smile, your hand tight in his. The racks were full of tiny colorful strings and triangles that barely covered anything. You picked out a few sets and headed straight for the changing stalls at the back. The store worker hovered nearby, polite and ready to help if needed.
You pushed open the door to the biggest stall and pulled Choso inside with you before he could protest. The space was tiny, meant for one person. The little bench along the wall could barely accommodate his large body. He sat down heavily, knees spread wide because there was no room otherwise. His face was already flushed, hazel eyes dark and watching you with that shy hunger he could never hide.
You thought having him in here would be nice... that he could sit quietly while you undressed and give him a private show as you modelled the bikinis. Perfect way to tease your boyfriend on a hot day, right?
The door clicked shut. You turned to face him, hands already reaching for the hem of your top. "Ready to see me try these on, baby?"
Choso nodded, swallowing hard. His thighs tensed on the bench as you peeled your shirt off slowly. The moment your breasts spilled free, bare and soft, his cock twitched hard in his pants. He was so hard already. Just the sight of your tits made him leak, a wet spot forming at the front of his jeans. His breathing picked up, chest rising fast under his hoodie.
You smiled at him, turning side to side so he could see everything. Your manicured fingers cupped your breasts lightly, then lifting them as if checking how they'd fit for a nonexistent top. "What do you think? Too much?"
He couldn't answer right away, well, because the question confused him, too much? Too much of what exactly? Your breasts were perfect. They could never be "too much," in his vocabulary that didn't exist. His legs spread wider on the bench, cock straining painfully against the fabric. Pure torture. You were so close to him in this tiny stall, the air thick with the scent of your skin and his growing desperation.
You hooked your thumbs into your skirt next, shimmying it down your hips inch by inch. The fabric slid over your ass, revealing the smooth curves and the tiny thing you called 'underwear' underneath. Choso groaned quietly, eyes locked on the way your ass jiggled softly with each wiggle. His cock throbbed visibly now, leaking more into his jeans, the outline thick and obvious between his spread thighs.
"Baby... this is too much," he whispered, voice strained. "You're so pretty. I can't... fuck." He couldn't think straight, anytime he saw a sliver of your bare skin. This was actually killing him.
You stepped closer, turning and bending over so your ass brushed near his face while you pretended to adjust the tong. Then you picked up the first bikini, a tiny red string set. You slipped the top on slowly, tying the strings behind your neck while your breasts bounced with the movement. The triangles barely covered your nipples. You modelled it for him, posing with hands on your hips and everything, real professional-like. Turning so he could see how it hugged your body.
Choso's hands gripped the edge of the bench, knuckles white. His cock was fully hard now, tenting out obscenely. "You look... incredible. But please, I might... right here, baby. If you keep doing that."
You giggled softly and cupped them, squeezing gently right in front of his flushed face. "Aw, poor Baby. Just from watching me change? You're so hard already. Unbelievable." Your words and tone of voice almost sounded like you were scolding him. "You're gonna have to stay like that, a little while longer, Cho." He winced.
And whimpered, shifting on the bench, but there was nowhere to go. His legs stayed spread wide, thick cock pulsing with every heartbeat. You slid the matching red bottoms up your legs and right over your own soaked panties next, bending over slowly so your ass pushed toward him. The tiny fabric disappeared between your cheeks, leaving almost nothing to his imagination.
The store worker's voice floated from the other side of the door. "Everything okay in there? Need any different sizes?"
You answered cheerfully, still facing Choso. "We're good! Just trying a few on." Then you dropped your voice to a teasing whisper. "Hear that, baby? She's right outside. And here you are, sitting there with your cock so hard because of my tits and ass."
Choso bit his lip hard, eyes glassy. "Please... you're killing me. I can see everything." He's right, your pussy lips are showing through that, excuse of a bikini botton. His voice chirped up, a little higher but still trying to keep quiet, "I want to touch you but... I-I might cum if you move any closer."
As soon as the first set came on off, the other was on. Turning to him again, modelling the next bikini, a white one that went sheer when it got wet, but right now, it just clung to your curves. You climbed onto his lap carefully, knees on either side of his spread thighs on the tiny bench. Your barely covered pussy pressed right against the hard bulge in his jeans.
"Feel how wet I am already, Cho?" you murmured, grinding slowly, for emphasis. "Watching you suffer like this is so hot, baby. My cute boyfriend trapped in here with me. It's torture for you, hm?"
He groaned into your shoulder, big hands finally grabbing your hips. His cock throbbed against your pussy, leaking steadily now, soaking through and dampening the bikini bottom. "Baby... I can't hold it. You're too much. Your tits are literally in my face, your ass... everything's just."
You rocked your hips again, slow and teasing, feeling him pulse under you. Your breasts brushed his chest with every movement. The air heavy with tension and his quiet, desperate sounds.
"You're gonna make me cum in my pants before we even leave the store," he whispered, voice cracking.
You leaned up and kissed his jaw softly, tits pressing against his chest again. "Good. Maybe I want you to. Sit pretty for me, Cho. Bikini season is just getting started."
The store worker knocked lightly again. "Let me know if you need help with anything!"
You smiled against Choso's neck, grinding once more on his throbbing cock. "We're almost done. Just one more outfit."
Pure torture for him, and you loved every flushed, leaking second of it.
The tiny changing stall felt even smaller now, the air thick and warm from both of you. You were still wearing that sheer white bikini, the one that clung to your curves and left almost nothing hidden. Choso stayed sat on the little bench, like you told him to. Legs spread wide to make room for you on his lap. His cock was rock hard, pressing up against your ass through his jean. Every tiny shift of your hips made him leak more, the wet spot just kept growing bigger.
You reached behind your neck, fingers brushing the tied strings of the bikini top. "Help me with this one, baby. Untie it for me."
Choso's eyes widened, flushed face turning even redder. His hands came up slowly, trembling as they found the strings. "O-okay... like this?" He asked dumbly as he fumbled with the knot, fingers clumsy from how turned on he was. His cock throbbed hard against your ass, thick and insistent.
You wiggled on his lap on purpose, grinding back against him while he worked. "Mhm, just pull it loose. You can do it."
He finally got one string untied, the top loosening so your breasts nearly spilled out. He tried to grab another bikini from the hook on the wall, anything to distract himself. But you caught his wrists gently and guided his hands back to your chest.
"Forget about that Cho and grab these instead," you whispered, voice teasing. "Feel how soft they are, baby? All for you."
Choso groaned quietly, big hands cupping the curve of your tits right away. His palms were warm and a little shaky as he squeezed, thumbs brushing over your hard nipples through the thin fabric. "Fuck... they're so perfect. So soft."
You smiled, reaching down between your bodies. tugging his zipper down and pulling the waistband of his boxers lower, just enough for his thick cock to spring free, hot and leaking against your ass. With one hand you slipped the bikini bottoms and your panties off. To the side it went with a flick of your wrist, next to choso on the bench it landed. Your slick cunt now exposed, wet and soaking. You rocked back slowly, letting his bare cock slide along your slick pussylips.
"Keep playing with my tits while I take care of this," you murmured, guiding the head of his cock to your sopping hole. You sank down onto him in one smooth motion, your tight cunt swallowing every thick inch.
Choso's head fell back against the wall, a muffled whimper escaping as your ass settled fully in his lap. His hands groped your tits harder now, fingers digging into the soft flesh while you started riding him slow and deep. The bench creaked quietly under you both.
"Baby... you're so wet," he breathed, voice cracking. His hips bucked up instinctively, cock dragging along your walls with every roll of your hips. "I can feel you clenching around me. you feel... t-too good."
You kept moving, ass bouncing lightly in his lap, pussy making soft wet sounds around his cock. His hands never left your tits, squeezing and kneading the weight of them, pinching your nipples until you moaned softly. The strings of the bikini top hung loose around your neck, your breasts spilling free into his palms.
"Such a good helper," you teased, grinding down hard so his cock pressed deep inside you. "So good." He let out a high whimper at your praise, You leaned in and whispered in his ear, "Anyone could hear us if you get too loud, Choso."
He bit his lip hard, trying to stay quiet, but his whimpers kept slipping out. His cock throbbed inside your cunt, leaking steadily as you rode him faster. The tiny stall filled with the scent of sex and the quiet slap of skin on skin.
You moved your hands down to hold his hands tighter against your tits, making him grope you even more. "Don't stop touching them. I love your hands on me like this."
Choso nodded frantically, fingers sinking deeper into the soft flesh as you bounced on his cock. His thighs trembled under you, the bench barely holding both of you steady. He was so close already, cock swelling thicker inside your dripping pussy.
"Cum whenever you want, baby," you whispered, clenching around him on purpose. "Fill me up, hm?" You encouraged. "Think you can make it through two more try ons?" He groaned viscerally, "Okay maybe one." You purred in his ear.
He whined your name into your shoulder, hands full of your soft breasts, cock pulsing deep as he tried so hard not to make too much noise. The mall music playing on outside the door, but inside the stall it was just you, him, and the desperate heat building between your bodies.
Choso's big hands wrapped tight around your waist, fingers digging into your soft skin as he pulled you back hard onto his cock. He thrust up deep, stuffing you full with every thick inch while his hips snapped up desperately. Your tight cunt squeezed around him, milking him as you rode faster, tits bouncing in his groping palms.
"Fuck... baby I'm gonna..." he groaned low, voice wrecked.
You clenched hard around him, grinding down so his cock hit that perfect spot deep inside. "Cum for me, Cho. Fill me up, like a good boy."
He came hard with a muffled cry, cock pulsing thick ropes of cum straight into your pussy. His hands held your waist like a vice, keeping you seated fully on him while he stuffed you full, pumping every last drop deep. Your cunt fluttered around him, taking it all, his warm load flooding you until it started to leak around his shaft.
When the last spasm faded, Choso slumped back against the wall, chest heaving, completely dazed. His cock softened a little but stayed buried inside you, twitching with aftershocks. You lifted off slowly, feeling his cum start to leak out of your stretched hole the second he pulled out. Thick white streaks dripped down your thighs, messy and warm.
You smiled at him, still flushed and glowing. "Come on Cho, grab my underwear and put them on me."
Choso looked so fucked out, eyes glassy, lips parted, brain fuzzy from how hard he just came. He reached blindly for your panties on the bench beside him, fingers trembling as he picked them up. Your pussy was on full display, puffy and leaking his cum in slow globs.
He leaned forward, still dazed, and carefully pulled your panties up your legs. The soft cotton slid over your skin until it cupped your dripping cunt, barely. He tugged them into place gently, but his thumb pressed right over your hole, feeling the way his cum soaked through the fabric already. A dark wet spot bloomed under his thumb, warm and sticky.
"Look at that," you whispered, voice teasing as you rocked your hips a little, pushing more of his load into the panties. "Your cum is already making such a mess in my panties. Then you focused the praise back on him. "Good boy for dressing me after you stuffed me so full, Cho."
Choso stared at the wet spot, thumb still pressed there like he could not believe what he had done. His cock twitched again still out in the open. Half-hard and sensitive. "Baby... it's leaking so much. I can feel it. You're gonna walk around the mall like this?"
You nodded, leaning down to kiss his flushed cheek. "Mhm. All day. Every step I take, your cum will be soaking my panties and dripping down my thighs. And you'll know it's all because of how hard you came inside me, isn't that what you want?"
He groaned softly, hands sliding up to cup your tits again, squeezing them like he needed something to hold onto. The stall felt even hotter now, the air heavy with the smell of sex. Outside the door, the store worker called out cheerfully about other colours and shit but inside, it was just you two and the messy aftermath.
You stood up carefully, adjusting your top while Choso watched with hazy eyes. His cum kept leaking, the wet spot on your panties growing bigger, a constant reminder pressing against your clit with every movement.
"Ready to pay for all of this Choso?" you asked sweetly, already reaching for the pair you made a mess in. "Or do you need another minute to recover from stuffing your girlfriend full?"
Choso just nodded weakly, still dazed and fucked out, his thumb ghosting over the soaked fabric and down the slick skin of your thighs, once more before he tucked his cock away and stood up. Bikini season had never felt so filthy.
Steam curls around you as the water falls steady from the showerhead, a gentle pitter patter against the tiles that drowns out everything else. Your eyes stay closed, lashes wet, while your hands glide slow over your skin, spreading soap in lazy circles. The suds slip down your body, warm and slick, and you lose yourself in the simple rhythm of it all.
You don't hear the door at first. Not the soft shuffle of his feet outside the curtain or the rustle of clothes hitting the floor as Satoru undresses. But then comes the distinct slide of the rings on the metal bar. The shower curtain pulls aside with a quiet whoosh, letting in a quick rush of cool air that makes you shiver just a little.
His presence fills the space right away, tall and warm, even before you feel him step in. The curtain closes again behind him with another metallic whisper.
You've gotten used to this. Satoru slipping into the shower with you like it's the most natural thing in the world. He does it often enough that your body already leans towards him without thinking.
"Baby, you're so beautiful," he murmurs, voice low and rough from sleep, cutting through the water's steady fall.
You hum softly in response, a small smile tugging at your lips. The compliment settles warm in your chest, even as his big hands find your waist. They're warm despite the water, palms broad and sure as they slide over your wet skin. He pulls you back gently but firm until your back presses flush against his chest. His frame engulfs you completely, solid and comforting, like he was made to hold you just like this. Skin meets skin, slick and heated, and you feel every inch of him behind you.
His hands drift from your tummy upward, slowly, until they cup the small, soft roundness of your breasts. They're small, always have been, but in his hands, they feel treasured. His long fingers spread wide, covering them almost entirely as he starts to massage, thumbs circling around your areolas. He strokes the hardening peaks with just the right pressure, soft and attentive, like this is second nature to him now. A ritual he can't skip, even if he doesn't say it out loud. His actions speak plenty, the way he kneads and holds, loving every curve and softness of them.
The water keeps falling around you both, rinsing away the last traces of soap on your skin. Satoru notices and reaches past you to turn the shower off with a quick twist. The steady stream cuts to dripping silence, leaving only the sound of your breaths and the occasional drop hitting the tiles.
He turns you around then, hands coming up to cup your face so tenderly. His blue eyes lock onto yours, bright and hungry, before he leans in. The kiss starts deep right away, his mouth claiming yours like he needs to taste you. His tongue licks into your mouth, coaxing those little mewls from your throat that he loves so much. You wrap your arms tight around his neck, pulling him closer, hugging him with everything you have. He smiles against your lips, pecks you once more sweetly, then pulls back just enough.
His thumbs still circle your nipples, keeping them pebbled and sensitive. He leans down, mouth hot and wet as he kisses one, then takes it between his lips. He sucks gently at first, building that sweet ache until it's sore and perky under his attention. You gasp, fingers threading into his damp white hair. He switches to the other, giving it the same loving treatment, tongue swirling, and lips pulling until both are reddened tingling.
He strokes over the places his mouth left his mark on, murmuring in that dazed, adoring tone, "So soft, pretty girl. Look how perfect they are."
Even though his praise makes you clench and tingle, you're you, and the question slips out anyway, quiet and a little unsure. "Even if they're small, Toru?"
He's heard it before, every time he gets lost in admiring them. His answer never changes, but it always comes with that same fierce certainty. "Your breasts are perfect, love. They're small and I love them because they're yours. I just love them."
His voice goes stern, eyes sharpening with that familiar mix of love and frustration, "Don't you know that? Or do you need me to prove it." He hates when you doubt, even for a second. He pulls back a bit, still holding you close. "Cup them for me."
You do timidly at first, but your hands move, coming up to hold your own breasts, offering them to him. The sight makes his gaze darken with want.
"That's it. Feel how beautiful they are, pretty girl. Don’t you see how perfect you are to me? All of you."
Satoru's words fades into a silent whisper as he leans in again, tongue sliding out to lick across your nipples right through the gaps in your fingers. The wetness of it, the heat contrasting the cool air on your skin, sends sparks straight through you. He laps at them slow and thorough, tongue dragging over your fingers and your sensitive nipples alike. Satoru will take any chance he gets to show you like this, to prove it with his mouth and hands until there's no room left for doubt.
He doesn't stop. Not until your nipples are sore and aching under his relentless care, until your legs feel shaky and soft whimpers fall from your lips. You start begging, voice breathy and needy. "Toru, please... it's too much."
He pulls back just enough to look at you, lips shiny and eyes intense. "Only if you admit it, baby. Say it. Let me hear you say it. How beautiful and perfect your breasts are."
You manage the words between gasps, giving him what he wants, and only then does he ease up. His hands soothe over your skin instead, pulling you back into his chest under the lingering steam.
The morning still remains lazy and warm around you both, wrapped in his love and that unbreakable ritual he cherishes so much. He presses one last kiss to your forehead, murmuring how you're everything to him, small details, and all.
˖ Ი𐑼 ⋆ 𝓜 𝐮𝐧𝐜𝐡 𝐓𝐨𝐣𝐢.ᐟ takes you apart with his mouth first, then his dick! ꒰pussy job ⋮⋮ spitting ⋮⋮ p in v ⋮⋮ cervic kissing ⋮⋮ tummy bulge ⋮⋮ c-pied꒱
The room felt thick with heat. You were on the bed, body arched just the way he liked it. Chest pressed firm into the soft sheets, back dipped low, ass raised high and presented to him like an offering. Toji stood behind you for a moment, his large hands resting on your hips. He'd been waiting for this. Craving it all damn day. Your pretty pussy glistening under the low light, already slick from the tension building between you.
He dropped to his knees slowly. The mattress dipped under his weight as he settled in close. His breath ghosted over your exposed skin, hot and heavy. Tongue out and hungry, he leaned in at last. The first lick dragged broad and wet from your dripping entrance upward. You shivered hard at the contact, nerves lighting up instantly.
Toji didn’t rush. He took his time spreading your pussy open with thick fingers, holding you wide for his gaze. You wiggled in his strong grip, unable to stay still as desire pulsed through you. His hold tightened, keeping you right where he wanted.
"Ahh Toji," you moaned, voice breaking sweetly into the quiet air.
He growled low against your flesh, the sound vibrating straight through your core. He held you firmly now, one hand steady on your hip. His tongue moved with purpose, licking in and around your hole in slow, teasing strokes. The tip of his tongue wormed its way into your tight hole, pushing past the tight resistance and making your thighs tremble.
You gasped, fingers clutching the sheets beneath you. Toji's arm snaked around your waist then, hugging you close to his face as he buried himself deeper. His face pressed fully between your ass cheeks, mouth latched onto your cunt like he couldn’t get enough. He sucked hard, slurping noisily, the wet sounds filling the room and making your cheeks burn with heat.
His eyes closed in pure bliss. He inhaled deeply, breathing you in, then exhaled warm against your sensitive skin. The rhythm of it drove you wild, his hunger so raw and open. When he needed air he pulled back just enough, fingernails digging into the soft flesh of your hips and thighs, leaving little red marks that only turned you on more.
Spit and slick strung between his lips and your pussy, glistening and messy. Toji stared at it for a second, breathing ragged, before he dove right back in. He licked with fresh intensity, gathering more spit on his tongue and spreading everything. He painted it all from your dripping cunt up to your asshole, leaving no inch untouched, claiming every bit of your soft flesh with his mouth.
You moaned again, pushing back against his face as much as his grip allowed. Toji only held you tighter, devouring you like a man starved. His tongue flicked and swirled, dipping inside once more before sliding up to circle your tight ring. The mix of sensations made your head spin. Pleasure building fast and heavy in your stomach as every lap of his tongue pushes you closer to the edge.
He pulled back for another breath, strings of spit connecting him to your soaked folds. "Fuck, you taste so good," he muttered, voice rough with need. Then he was on you again, mouth latching tight, sucking your clit between his lips while two thick fingers teased your entrance.
Your body rocked back towards his face with each movement. The way he hugged your waist kept you locked in place, unable to escape the overwhelming pleasure he was giving you, alternating between long, flat licks and pointed thrusts of his tongue, spreading your wetness and sticky slick everywhere, nails digging in harder when his hunger took over completely, pulling you back onto his face, rough and eagerly.
Time stretched out in that haze of heat and slick sounds. Toji ate you like he had all night, like he would never get enough of your taste, your scent, the way you moaned his name. He worked your pussy and ass with relentless focus, spit dripping down your thighs, mixing with your own arousal.
You felt yourself clenching around nothing, desperate for more, but his mouth kept you right there on the brink. He hummed against your cunt, the vibration shooting sparks up your spine. Another deep inhale, another messy slurp, as he spread you even wider with his hands.
The pleasure coiled tighter. Your moans grew louder, breath coming in short gasps against the bed. Toji didn't stop. He licked and sucked and explored every fold, every sensitive spot, until your legs shook uncontrollably in his grasp.
He pulled away just long enough to growl against your skin. "That's it. Let me hear you, Doll." Then his tongue was back, borrowing deep, spreading more spit and slick in messy strokes from your cunt all the way to your asshole.
You were lost in it. Completely his in that moment, arched and open and dripping for Toji's hungry mouth. He showed no signs of slowing down, face buried deep, arms locked around you, devouring every bit of pleasure he could pull from your body. The night was young, and he had been waiting far too long to stop now.
Your body trembled under the steady rhythm he set. Toji began fucking his tongue into you deeper, pulling you back and forth on his tongue with those powerful hands. Each tug dragged your dripping cunt along the thick muscle, forcing it in and out in a filthy rhythm that left you gasping into the sheets. The wet sounds grew louder, messier, as he devoured you without mercy.
You could barely think straight. Pleasure crashed through every nerve. His grip stayed iron tight around your waist, keeping you arched and open for him. He hummed against your flesh, eyes still closed in pure satisfaction, breathing you in like he needed it to survive.
But it wasn't enough for him. Not anymore. Toji finally had enough. He pulled back with a low growl, strings of spit and your slick stretching between his mouth and your soaked pussy. He stood up behind you, towering and impatient. In one swift motion he shoved his sweatpants down his hips. His cock sprang free, leaking pre cum, veined and heavy, throbbing in the cool air of the room.
You glanced back over your shoulder, breath catching at the sight. Toji wrapped one large hand around the thick length, stroking himself slowly as he eyed your glistening hole. He pressed the fat tip to your pussy first, rubbing it teasingly over your swollen clit. The contact sent sparks shooting through you, making your hips twitch.
He dragged the head down to your entrance next, teasing the sensitive rim. You whimpered softly, pushing back against him, desperate for more. Toji chuckled darkly, low and rough. Before he pushed in he spat, letting a thick string of saliva drop from his lips onto his cock and your pussy. The warm spit mixed with your wetness, making everything even slicker.
Then he pushed in just enough. The fat head stretched your tight walls, splitting you open slowly. You moaned loud at the burn, the delicious pressure of him filling you. Toji groaned deep in his chest, one hand still gripping your hip while the other guided his cock.
He held still for a moment, savoring the way your pussy clenched around his tip. His thumb rubbed circles on your skin, almost soothing, but the hunger in his eyes told you he was far from done. With a sharp thrust of his hips he sank deeper, inch by thick inch, stretching you wider than his tongue ever could.
"Fuck, so tight for me," he muttered, voice gravelly with lust. He kept one hand on your waist, the other sliding up your back to press you harder into the bed. Your chest stayed flush against the sheets, ass high, taking every bit of him as he worked himself inside you.
Toji started moving then, slow at first, pulling back until just the tip remained before sliding back in. Each thrust grew a little harder, a little deeper, his heavy balls pressing against your clit with every drive forward. The spit and slick made it obscene, wet smacks echoing as skin met skin.
You wiggled again in his grasp, overwhelmed by how full you felt. He only held you firmer, fingernails digging into your flesh once more. His pace picked up steadily, pounding into you with that raw strength. Sweat beaded on his skin, dripping down onto your back as he fucked you exactly the way he wanted.
He leaned over you, chest brushing your arched back, lips grazing your ear. "Been thinking about this pussy all day." His cock dragged against every sensitive spot inside you, making your toes curl. You moaned his name again, the sound muffled by the bed but still clear enough to spur him on.
Deep, powerful strokes that shook your whole body. His veined cock stretched you perfectly, leaking more pre cum inside your heat. The angle kept your ass up high, letting him hit so deep your lower tummy started filling out, bulging softly with his cock pressing deeper into you.
He pulled back and spat again, another thick string landing right where you were joined, adding to the mess. The extra lubrication let him slide even easier and faster, driving into you with relentless hunger. Your pussy fluttered around him, squeezing tight as pleasure built higher and higher.
Toji growled, one hand leaving your hip to reach around and rub your clit in firm circles. "Come on, give it to me." His thrusts never faltered, pounding steadily while his fingers worked you closer to the edge. The combined sensation had you shaking, moans spilling freely now.
He fucked you like he owned you, like he had been starving for this exact feeling. Pulling you back onto his cock with every thrust, burying himself to the hilt over and over. The room filled with the sounds of skin slapping, wet squelching, and your shared heavy breathing.
You felt yourself tipping closer, body tensing under him. Toji sensed it too, doubling down on his pace, slamming into you harder. His cock throbbed inside your walls, veins dragging deliciously with each movement. He kept rubbing your clit, never letting up, determined to push you over.
Toji stayed buried deep, hands soothing over your skin where he had gripped so hard. Pressing a lazy kiss to your spine, cock still twitching inside your pussy. To him, right now in this moment you were everything being under him, to feel your body against his, to feel you struggle and then take all of his cock, felt like a dream.
Toji straightened up, gripping both your hips now, and really began to rail into you. Deep, powerful strokes shaking your whole body. His veined cock stretched you perfectly, leaking more pre cum inside your heat. The angle kept your ass up high, letting him hit so deep you saw stars with every thrust.
He fucked the thick length of his cock even deeper, reaching that soft opening to your cervix. Each powerful drive pressed against it, sending sharp waves of pleasure pain through your core. Your pussy grew creamier around him, the messy slick coating every inch of his shaft. A thick white ring formed at the base of his cock, evidence of how wet and used you were becoming under his relentless pace.
Toji groaned low, eyes fixed on the sight of himself disappearing inside you. He pulled back slow only to slam forward harder, burying himself to the hilt again and again. The wet squelching sounds filled the room, mixing with your broken moans and his heavy breaths. Sweat dripped from his chest onto your arched back, marking you as his.
He kept that steady rhythm, hips snapping forward with controlled strength. His balls slapped against your clit on every thrust, adding sparks of sensation that made your toes curl tight. Your walls fluttered around his thick length, squeezing him as the pressure built impossibly higher inside you.
Then he pressed deeper, grinding against your cervix with a deliberate roll of his hips. That was all it took. You started to cum hard, milking him with rhythmic pulses that gripped his cock like a vice. Pleasure crashed over you in waves, your body shaking uncontrollably in his firm hold. Moans spilled from your lips without control, face buried in the sheets as you rode it out.
Toji growled at the feeling, his own release rushing forward fast. He started to cum right after you, filling you up with hot, thick spurts of cum, deep inside. He kept thrusting through it, pumping every drop into your clenching pussy while you milked him dry. The warmth flooded you completely, mixing with your own cream and making an even bigger mess.
He stayed buried for a moment, savouring the way your bodies pulsed together. Finally, he pulled out slowly. Cum spilled from your stretched hole the second he left you empty, but still full, dripping down your thighs in messy white trails. He watched it with dark satisfaction, one hand still gripping your hip to keep you in place.
Toji ran his thumb through the leaking mix, spreading it over your sensitive skin. "Look at that," he murmured, voice rough and pleased. He pushed two fingers back inside you briefly, stirring the cum deeper before pulling them out again. More spilled out, coating your pussy and making it glisten.
You trembled beneath him, body spent and glowing from the intensity. Toji leaned down, pressing soft kisses along your spine while his hands soothed over your sides. His cock rested heavy against your ass, still half hard and slick with both of you. He wasn't done admiring the sight of his work, the way your hole fluttered and pushed out more of his cum.
He flipped you gently onto your back then, spreading your legs wide to see everything. His eyes drank in the creamy mess between your thighs, the way it leaked steadily onto the sheets. A lazy smirk tugged at his lips as he stroked himself slowly, already thinking about the next round.
You reached up for him, pulling him down into a heated kiss. Toji sank against you, his weight comforting after his rough treatment. A hand slipping between your legs again, fingers playing in the slick cum as he kissed you deeper. The night enclosing you both, filled with his hunger and your shared pleasure. He had claimed you thoroughly, and he planned to keep doing it until neither of you could move.
-`♡´- "Lazy mornings in his arms" ꒰Sukuna R. x Fem!reader ⋮⋮ Fluff ⋮⋮ a little suggestive ⋮⋮ 18+ mdni꒱
The first rays of morning light filtered through the half-drawn curtains, casting a soft golden glow across the tangled sheets. You were still deep in sleep, curled up against your favorite pillow, your body relaxed in that perfect way only a peaceful rest could bring. The bed felt enormous around you, but that was no surprise. Everything felt enormous when Sukuna was in it.
He woke first, as he often did. His crimson eyes blinked open slowly, adjusting to the quiet hush of the room. The king of curses laid on his back for a moment, chest rising and falling in steady breaths. Something was off. The warmth he craved was missing. Your body wasn't pressed against him, no soft curves molding to his side, no quiet sighs brushing his skin. It didn't feel right. It didn't feel natural.
Sukuna turned toward you with deliberate care. He didn't want to wake you. Not yet. Though the thought of pulling you from sleep in his own way made heat stir low in his loins. His massive frame shifted, the mattress dipping under his weight. He moved closer until his broad chest hovered just behind your back. His breath came slow and warm against the nape of your neck as he inhaled deeply, taking in your scent. That familiar, intoxicating mix of sleep and sweetness that was so uniquely you.
"You're so beautiful," he murmured, like a secret only meant to be shared between you and him. Voice low and rough with lingering drowsiness. His crimson eyes tracing the curve of your bare shoulder, where the silk straps had fallen. The way your hair spilled across the pillow, the gentle rise and fall of your breathing that was perfect to him and cherished as his.
One large hand slid under the hem of your slip dress, fingers brushing warm skin. He took his time, palm gliding around your waist, tracing the softness of your tummy before moving higher. The goal was clear in his mind. He cupped your breast fully, the plush weight filling his palm like it was made for him. A low rumble vibrated in his chest. Your nipple was already hard, pebbled against his touch. So hard. Was it the chilly morning air slipping through the room, or had dreams of him already found you even in sleep?
Sukuna squeezed gently, his thumb circling the sensitive peak with surprising tenderness. He massaged the soft flesh, kneading it in slow, possessive strokes. Not enough to jolt you awake, but enough to feel you, to claim this quiet moment as his. His other arm hooked around you, pulling your back flush against his chest now, then draped one powerful leg over yours, caging you in that warm, overwhelming embrace only he could give.
His body reacted instantly. Of course he was hard. Pressed against the curve of your ass, his arousal throbbed with need, thick and insistent. But he didn't move to take more. Not this time. He wanted you to sleep. He just wanted to hold you like this, skin to skin, breathing you in while the world outside stayed forgotten.
"You feel too good," he whispered against your hair, lips brushing the top of your head. His hand continuing its lazy exploration, cupping and squeezing your breast with that same gentle rhythm. "Stay here. With me."
The steady beat of his heart thrummed against your back. His breath evened out again, warm puffs tickling your neck. The king of curses, feared by so many, melted into the mattress beside you. His eyes grew heavy once more. Soon, Sukuna drifted off too, still holding you close, one hand possessively curved around your breast, leg tangled with yours, his massive form wrapped around you like a living shield. The comfort of your body against his was enough to lull him back under.
Time slipped by in this comfortable haze. Minutes stretched into longer stretches of both your quiet breathing. The sunlight shifted across the bed, warming the sheets. You stirred faintly in your sleep, pressing back into his heat unconsciously. A soft sound escaping your lips, something between a sigh and a murmur. Sukuna's grip tightened just a fraction, even in his own doze. He nuzzled closer, burying his face in your hair, inhaling again as if to memorize every note of your scent.
His thumb brushed your nipple once more, a sleepy, instinctive touch. The hardness between his thighs remained, a constant reminder of how much he wanted you, but he savoured the restraint. Lazy mornings like this were rare treasures. No nuisances. No curses. Just you, soft and trusting in his arms, and him, content to simply hold what was his.
Eventually his eyes cracked open again, crimson gaze fixed on the way your lashes fluttered against your cheeks. He smiled, a rare, small thing reserved only for these private moments. "My perfect little thing," he breathed, voice barely audible. His hand gave one final, affectionate squeeze before relaxing fully. Sleep pulled him under once more, the two of you tangled together in the quiet glow of morning.
The world could wait. For now, there was only this bed, only his body wrapped around yours, only the slow, shared rhythm of breath and heartbeat that Sukuna wouldn't trade for anything.
It was midday. The sun's beating down hard outside, turning the living room into a warm little oven that made everything feel heavier than it should. Satoru's slouched deep into the couch cushions, his long legs stretched out. He was supposed to be the guy who never got tired. Never exhausted. Yet here he was, eyelids drooping, fighting to stay awake for his favourite little person in the whole world.
His baby girl. One year and two months old. She babbled away in the cutest little nothings, her voice mixing with the television humming in the background. Ben and Holly's Little Kingdom played on low. Those tiny British elves and fairies always held her attention. She loved the way they spoke, all proper and magical. It made her clap her hands and giggle every single time.
Satoru kept one bright blue eye cracked open on her. The couches had been pushed together to form a wider enough playpen, bigger than her crib, giving her room to explore without worry. He held her favourite stuffed toy, a bunny rabbit tight in his hand. Soft ears flopping as he tossed it up gently up in the air and caught it again. A little amusement for himself and a game to keep her interested while he fought off the sleepy haze.
The heat pressed in. Sweat beading lightly on his forehead. His white hair sticking in messy strands. But he wouldn't miss a second with her. Not today.
She had been standing up by herself a lot lately. Those strong little legs wobbled but held up her weight. Every time Satoru expected her to take those first real steps, his focus sharpened. The bunny flew up again. Soft thump as it landed back in his palm, her attention narrowed in on it.
Then he heard it. That sweet little coo from across the floor, she was at the far end. All the way over by the opposite facing couch .
His head snapped toward her. Those bright blue eyes of his steadied right on his daughter. She was up on her feet now. His back straightened instantly, sitting up taller, his heart picking up pace.
Her little knees bent just so. One chubby foot lifted. Then another.
She was walking.
Out in the open. Hands free and balancing all her tiny weight like it was the most natural thing. Those bright eyes of hers locked straight on the bunny in his hand. She wanted it. She was coming straight for it.
Satoru's own eyes widened in pure shock. His brain took a moment to process the wonder unfolding right in front of him. His baby girl. Taking her first steps. Towards him.
Tears welled up fast. They spilled over without warning, tracing down his cheeks. His hands opened wide, arms reaching out like he could catch every precious second.
"Come here, sweetheart," he called softly in the gentlest voice he had ever used. Not shouting or commanding. Just full of love and awe. "That's it. Come to Daddy."
She smiled big. That gummy, joyful smile that lit up her whole face. Her steps stayed small but steady. One. Two. Three little triumphs across the tile floor. The excitement on Satoru's face only made her grin wider. Her arms reached out too, mirroring him.
He couldn't wait any longer. When she was only three tiny steps away, Satoru scooped her up fast but carefully. He pulled her tight into his chest, hugging her like she was the most precious treasure in existence. Her little body fit perfectly against him. She giggled loud in his grasp, the sound pure sunshine.
"That's my girl," he whispered into her soft hair, voice cracking with happy tears. "You did it. You walked. I'm so proud of you."
She babbled back at him, patting his face with her chubby hands. Those big eyes sparkled up at him. The TV kept playing in the background, elves chatting away, but nothing else mattered, just her in this moment.
Satoru rocked her gently, pressing kisses all over her cheeks. More giggles bubbled up. He laughed through his tears, the sound warm and full. His infinite energy felt renewed in the best way. Fatherhood had changed everything, and he wouldn't trade it for the world.
Later, when the excitement settled a bit, he kept her close on the couch. The bunny now clutched in her hands as she leaned against his side. He pulled out his phone quick, he had snapped a billion photos and videos already during her first steps. Evidence of the miracle.
He typed a message to you, his wife, fingers flying across the screen.
My love 💕
You won't believe what our little princess just did
She took her first steps today, and she's a total natural
Come home soon 🥺
So I can show you everything in person
I love you both more than infinity 🥹
He hit send with a soft smile curling his lips. Oh, how he wished you were not at Jujutsu Tech right now. The thought of sharing this with you in real time made his chest ache sweetly. But for now, he had his daughter. Safe and happy. Growing right before his very eyes.
The afternoon stretched on like that. Him and her. Couch fort. Ben and Holly still playing. And Satoru whispered more gentle praises every time she cooed or pointed at the screen. His eyes stayed open now, wide awake with wonder just for her.
This was the life he never knew he needed. And every tiny step his daughter took made it even better.
The night air felt cool against your skin as you walked through the lonely park. No one usually came here at this hour. You had chosen the shortcut to save ten minutes on your way home from the college. The path wound under old trees, their branches casting long shadows under the moonlight.
A soft rustling from up above in the trees caught your attention. Then came the unmistakably low grunts of a man. It stopped you dead in your tracks, tilting your head up toward the source. There, perched on a thick branch, sat a man with raven hair, a little tousled and strands framing his face. His eyes were closed, face scrunched up in focus. One large hand wrapped around his thick cock, stroking it steadily. He wore a tight compression shirt that hugged his muscular frame, navy faded jeans hanging loose around his thighs. His lip was caught between his teeth as he lost himself in the motion.
You stood there appalled. Heat rushed to your cheeks. "Get down at once," you called out firmly.
His eyes snapped open widely, deep emerald green's focusing down on you where you stood beneath him, shock flashed across his face. He looked annoyed, grunted softly and obeyed weirdly at your command. He slid down the tree trunk with surprising ease, he was bulky and towered over you, now that he was ground level with you. Getting a proper look at his face.. upu noticed his features in the dim lighting, a prominent scar at the corner of his lip, your eyes trailed down, his waist narrow, and he's quite muscular, you muttered to yourself, then your gaze reached his cock, still out, hard and flushed, uncut and girthy, leaking precum from the bulbous tip in the cool air.
You exchanged a few words. He simply told you he was a soldier, and old habits died hard, apparently. He didn’t go into detail, but he developed "a thing for masturbating up trees", he muttered with a rough chuckle, a shy hand rubbing the back of his neck as he avoided your eye contact.
You felt a pang of guilt for disturbing him and also some respect for him being a soldier and all. Something about his situation tugged at you, and really you weren't one to judge his situation, so what if he had a thing for cumming, from up in trees? You decided you were going to help support him in any way you could. The least you could do for this sexy, midly preverted soilder. "Can I?" you asked softly, gesturing toward his hardened cock.
He looked taken aback at first, then maybe a little intrigued. A second after, understanding dawned across his features, and a smile tugged at his lips. You stepped closer, your dainty hands wrapped around his chubby, veined cock. It filled your grip entirely, a true two-hander. Thick and warm, as you stroked him with care, watching his face immediately contort in pleasure.
He placed both his hands on either side atop your shoulders, steadying himself. You looked so pretty there in your work suit. Your tight little skirt hugging your hips and your blouse had come open just enough to tease. He didn't last long at all. You were tugging his foreskin down and peeling it back as gently as you could, twisting the head, precum slicking your palms stickily and just a few more seconds in, you had him spurting thick white ropes of cum from that swollen tip, coating your fingers and spilling over your hand in heavy globs, rewarding you for your efforts in plentiful amounts.
He grunted and sighed, breathing out heavily and thanked you. "You're pretty, Ms." he said gruffly. Then he pulled up his jeans and left you to wipe your hands in a nearby bush.
You thought that was the end of it, a wild encounter at your expense, but footsteps suddenly approached you from behind. You turned around, a man in a crisp business suit appeared, briefcase in hand. He looked quite professional, wire framed glasses perched on his nose. He had seen everything.
"Ms. I couldn't help but notice what you just did for that man...and could you possibly do the same for me?" His question surprised you but the gentleness and pleading in his voice surprised you even more. You most definitely could have said no to him, but the look in his eyes behind those glasses pulled at something in you. He seemed like he could really use the help.
Right there, you unbuckled his belt, tugged his cream coloured suit pants down his hips along with his plaid boxers. His cock sprung free. Pretty and pent up. Longer than the soldier's, heavily veined and flushed a ruby red at the leaking tip. You began stroking him, soft groans spilled from his lips. His blonde hair, once combed neat, became tasselled by his fingers running through his locks. He looked flustered and gorgeous in the moonlight.
A few delightful strokes along his entire length and soft moans were escaping his lips, spilling out into the open night air, you had much easier effort with his cock, you were able to wrap your fingers around the circumference nicely, feeling each prominent bulging vein everytime you stroked along his girth.
He spilled lots, over your knuckles thickly as your squeeze all of it out as he came. You leaned forward and kissed his pretty flushed tip. Your tongue licked off a dribble of cum from his slit. Right after you stood up from the ground, he leaned forward and gave a kiss to your cheek gently. "You're an angel," he whispered softly against your cheek as he tucked a loose strand of hair behind your ear. He pulled out a plain hankerchief and offered it to you to wipe your hands clean. Then he gathered his briefcase and went on his way.
You stood there catching your breath. Surely, that was it for tonight. But then someone called your name clearly. You turned, thinking you imagined it, but there stood Satoru Gojo. A student from the college, someone you knew. A familiar face.
He had seen everything. You tried to hide your hands behind your back. "Don't hide now, Ms." he said with that signature smirk you had grew to ignore. "I saw what happened and listen we're old friends, aren't we?." A playful lilt in his voice. His aquamarine blues dazzling as he tried to give you a puppy dog look.
You closed your eyes and gave a long sigh. "Oh, come on," you replied, annoyed but resigned.
He was already tugging down his sweats. His pretty cock flopped out, hard and leaking precum. Thick and sticky, glistening under the park lights. For him you dropped to your knees. Two hands reaching out and quickly working over his length. You gathered saliva and spat on his cock to ease the slide.
He looked so pretty. Being "old friends" and all, you leaned forward. Your soft lips met the head of his cock and kissed it tenderly then you took him in slowly. He was surprised. "Fuck... y/n y-you ngh didn't have too, -aaah" he groaned in bliss.
But he bucked instantly into your warm mouth. You tasted his salty precum. The clean scent of him surrounding you instantly the more you pressed further down his cock. You moaned around him and took him even deeper. Your warm throat engulfed his thick cock entirely, sluttily actually...
He could not believe his pretty professor had such a mouth on her. One that made his balls tighten and his toes curl up. "Fuck fuck fuck," he chanted loudly.
You took him to the base. Swallowing around his cock sweetly. His hand threaded into your hair, cupping gently at the base of your neck, holding you flushed against him. The sparse white hairs along his happy trail tickled your nose as your throat spasmed sweetly around him.
He held you there and came hard down your throat. Thick pulses of creamy cum filled your tight walls spasming around him as you milked every last drop. When he realized he had been stifling you, he pulled back. "Shit.. fuck- sorry, Ms." he gasped.
And slowly he withdrew his cock from your throat. His tip stringing with precum and saliva to your plump lips. You looked dazed, eyes teary. He leaned down instantly and kissed you. He tasted his own cum on your tongue and licked up the drool spilling at the corner of your mouth. Cupping your face, he leaned in nosing along your cheek, praises left his lips. "So perfect," he murmured, brushing stray hairs from your forehead. He kissed your cheeks softly. "You did so good, professor."
After a moment of catching your breath he helped you up, tugging his sweats back up over his now softening cock and offered to walk you home that night. You let him. The streets felt quieter with him beside you, after all you had endured. His hand occasionally brushing against yours.
The brothel hummed low with distant laughter and the clink of sake cups. Lantern light flickering across paper screens, casting warm shadows over silk bedding. You waited in the private room, heart already racing. Mizu had come back from another brutal night. Her blue eyes burned with that familiar storm. She slammed the door shut behind her, sword still strapped to her side.
She looked at you like prey. "My favorite girl," she growled, voice rough from the road. Her hands moved fast, stripping off her outer layers. The anger rolled off her in waves. Some fight had gone wrong. Some man had pushed her too far. Now she needed to take it out somewhere soft. Somewhere wet.
You knelt there on the futon, already bare for her. She dropped to her knees in front of you. Strong fingers gripped your thighs and yanked them apart. The cool air hit your exposed cunt. Mizu stared down at where you were slick and soaking. Breathing hard, she spoke, "Look at this greedy little cunt. Always ready for me."
She spread your folds open with calloused fingers, Rough and a little mean. No gentleness tonight, then her palm came down in a sharp slap right on your clit. The sting made you jolt and whimper. Another slap followed, harder. Your pussy throbbed under the impact. She slapped it again, watching the way your slick glistened.
"Fuck," she muttered. Two fingers pushed inside you without warning. She shoved them deep, stretching your walls open. The roughness made your back arch. She pumped them fast, curling them against that spot that made stars burst behind your eyes. Wet sounds filled the room as she fucked you open.
You moaned loud, hips twitching. Mizu didn't slow down. She added a third finger, stuffing your cunt full. The stretch burned so good. She twisted her wrist, scissoring you open wider. "Taking me so well. My favourite, pretty girl in this filthy place."
Her mouth found your tits next. She sucked one pretty swollen nipple between her lips, laving her tongue over the stiff peak. Teeth grazing it just enough to make you gasp. She switched to the other, sucking harder while her fingers kept plunging in and out of your dripping pussy. The dual sensation leaving you dizzy.
She pulled back from your breast with a wet pop. Her eyes locked on yours, wild and lust-filled dilating her icey stare. "Can you take four?" The question hung heavy between you.
You nodded dumbly, lips parting, too lost in pleasure to speak. A dark smile tugged at her mouth. "Good girl."
She rewarded you by pushing that fourth finger in. Your cunt stretched around all four, so full it felt like she was splitting you open. She fucked you deeper, thumb pressing circles on your swollen clit. The pressure building fast and brutal. Her mouth returned to your breasts, sucking and licking your perky nipples until they ached with sensitivity.
You cried out, body shaking, but Mizu kept going, relentlessly her fingers curled and trusted deeper in your narrowed walls, hitting every sensitive spot inside you. "Come on my hand, Pretty. Let me feel this cunt clench."
Her stare and vulgar-sweet words had your orgasm crash over you hard. Your walls pulsing around her fingers, soaking her palm. She didn’t stop, kept drawing it out until you were trembling and oversensitive. Only then did she ease her fingers out, bringing them to her lips to taste you.
She leaned over you, breathing raggedly. "You're mine tonight. All night." Then her hand slid back between your legs, ready to start again. Irritation still simmering in her eyes, but now it mixed with raw hunger. You were her favourite for a reason. You could take everything she gave.
Hours blurred as she used you. Slaps turned to strokes. Fingers gave way to her tongue lapping at your folds. She flipped you onto your stomach at one point, mouth englufing you from behind while her hand reached around to cup the soft weight of them. Each time she asked for more, you gave it. Nodding, moaning, letting her stretch and claim every inch.
By the time the lanterns burned low, your body felt wrecked in the best way. Mizu pulled you against her chest, fingers tracing lazy circles over your sore nipples. "Stay with me," she whispered. Her anger had finally drained away. You were her safe place in this cruel world. Her favourite girl. Always.
You nestled deeper into Shin's strong arms tonight. His big muscular frame felt like the safest place in the world, even if his job involved how ruthless he could actually be.
Short blonde hair tousled from the day he still wearing those reading glasses perched on his nose. The book in his hands held his focus, but you wanted every bit of it on you instead.
Cuddled up close in bed, you grew squirmy as you rubbed your body against his on purpose. Soft little shifts at first, then more deliberate grinding as heat built low in your belly. He was a sweetheart underneath it all, letting you disturb him and trying to distract him in any way you could.
Shin turned a page, eyes still on the text. You kept at it hips rolling in slow circles against his thigh. The friction making you ache for more.
"Are you trying to be sneaky or do you really want my attention hm?," he said, voice low and teasing without looking away from his book.
"No I'm not doing anything," you replied trying to sound innocent even as your cunt throbbed, growing slicker the more you kept at it.
He sighed giving you the benefit of the doubt and went back to reading. That only fueled you more. Your fingers wrapped around his shoulders and neck. You leaned in pressing soft kisses along his skin. Then your grubby little hands found his glasses frame, tilting it playfully before lifting them off his face entirely.
Shin caught on quickly and grabbed your wrists, stilling your movements. Now you stared into his blue eyes, then your focus shifted to his lips, the urge to just lean in and feel his lips on yours, stronger than ever.
You surged forward, capturing his lips in a hard kiss. The book dropped from his hands onto the floor, forgotten. His arms wrapped around you instantly, pulling you tight to his chest. Those large hands roamed your back as he kissed you back with equal hunger.
"Naughty," he murmured between kisses, voice husky.
The kiss deepened his tongue, sliding into your mouth, tasting you thoroughly. He fisted the fabric of your nightgown, tugging it up and over your head in one smooth motion. Cool air hit your skin, leaving you naked on top of him except for your soaked panties.
Shin growled low in his throat and hooked his fingers into the waistband of your panties, tugging them down your legs until they were gone. Then he shoved his sweats down freeing his fat cock. It stood hard and throbbing against his stomach thick and ready for you.
Your cunt ground along his length coating him in your slick. The heat of him made you whimper. Shin slapped his cock against your dripping folds a few times the wet sounds filling the room. You wiggled back trying to take him.
His tip notched at your tight hole. He pushed in inch by inch, forcing his thick girth past your walls. You gasped and moaned into his mouth, the stretch burning so good.
"Shh," he whispered, kissing you deeper to quiet your cries. "That's it's baby, just take me slow."
Shin began thrusting up into your cunt right away. Each powerful stroke drove him deeper until your tummy bulged slightly with the outline of his cock. You bounced on him tits squished tight to his broad chest nipples hard and aching against his skin.
He held you close one hand, gripping your hip the other tangling in your hair. His thrusts never slowed, building that perfect rhythm that made stars burst behind your eyes. Sweat slicked your bodies as you moved together, lost in the heat.
"You feel so good around me," he groaned against your lips, breaking the kiss just enough to speak. "My sweet girl being such a brat for my cock."
You could only moan in response, clenching tight around his thickness. Every drag of him inside you sent sparks through your veins. Your hands clutched his shoulders, nails digging in as the pleasure mounted higher.
Shin flipped you suddenly, keeping you connected, hovering over you now. His muscular body caging you in protective and possessively. He drove into you harder, the bed creaking under the force. Sweet beading along his skin, but he didn't care, you just looked so pretty like this, taking his cock over and over, the ecstacy in your expression, he crashed his lips into yours again, swallowing your moans.
Your legs wrapped around his waist, pulling him deeper. The bulge in your tummy appeared with every thrust a visible reminder of how full he made you, tits bouncing with the motion, nipples begging for his mouth.
He leaned down, capturing one between his lips sucking hard while pounding into you. Moans spilled from your throat unrestrained.
Shin kissed and sucking on your tits with hungry focus, mouth working over your sensitive nipples drawing them in deeper as he nursed on them. Your hand slid into his short blonde hair, pulling him closer. The tugging on his locks only made him groan against your skin.
He pressed into you harder, thick cock tunnelled deeper into your tight walls moulding perfectly to your shape. Every thrust claimed more of you, fucking deep past your cervix. The intense pressure made your eyes roll back.
You cried out loudly, your clit rubbed sticky and slick against his pelvis with every grind. Pleasure coiled tighter in your core until your body tensed up completely.
You cummed hard around him, walls milking and sucking his cock in rhythmic pulses, dragging him even further in. Shin kept thrusting through your orgasm chasing his own.
He pulled back slightly then and thrusted deep once more. "Give me a kiss, baby," he said, voice rough and needy.
You did, leaning in, capturing his mouth in a messy, desperate kiss. Tongues tangled as he buried himself fully inside you.
Thick spurts of his cum filled you up. He came hard pulsing deep within your heat. Shin kissed you through every wave, keeping you connected to him, loved.
When he tried to at least pull out and clean you up, you just pulled him tighter. Your hands stayed in his hair, urging him to stay right there. That's how he fell asleep.
"Stay," you whispered soft but firmly.
He did. Shin settled heavier on you plugging you full with his cum and cock, exactly like you wanted. His muscular body draped over yours protectively and warm. Short blonde hair tickled your cheek as his breathing evened out into sleep.
You stayed locked together in the quiet afterglow. His cock still twitching occasionally inside you keeping you full and satisfied. One of his arms curled around your waist holding you close even in dreams. The room smelled of sex and his familiar scent.
Your fingers traced lazy patterns on his back. Admiration swelled in your chest for this big man who was so powerful yet so gentle, treating you like his whole world. He was your sweetheart through and through.
Sleep pulled at you too. With Shin still deep inside and his weight comforting as you drifted off.
Hours later when you'd stirred, feeling him soften but still there. A small smile curving your lips. You'd squeezed around him, gently earning a sleepy grunt from Shin, arms tightening instinctively, keeping you right where you belonged.
In the morning, you knew he would wake with that same loving look, but for now, you savoured every second of being stuffed and held by him.
The room was dim and quiet, only the low hum of the city outside filtered through the cracked window. Noi had finally collapsed onto the bed after another long night with Shin. Her body felt heavy, every muscle ached in that satisfied way that came from hard work and harder fights. She wanted nothing more than to sleep. Just sleep and wrap her arms around her sweet doll.
You were already there. Waiting and needy, slipping under the covers the moment she closed her eyes. Her oversized t-shirt rode up around her middle as you pressed close. Your legs wrapping tight around her waist like a koala clinging for dear life. Your face found its favourite spot, her warm skin and soft curves. You latched on without hesitation.
Your lips closed around her nipple and you sucked gently at first, then harder. Desperate little pulls that made her breast fill your mouth, the taste of her skin. The soft give of her flesh. It made heat pool low in your belly.
Noi stirred, her pretty crimson eyes cracked open. She felt the tug and the wet heat of your mouth working her tit. She lifted the hem of her t-shirt with one lazy hand, and there you were. Eyes half closed in bliss. Cheeks hollowed out as you suckled. Your body curled so tightly against hers.
She sighed, annoyance flickering across her face for a second.
“You really couldn’t wait. Could you, baby girl?.”
Her voice was rough with tiredness. But her fingers were already sliding into your hair. Gently and loving as she threaded through your soft locks, caressing your scalp like you were something precious. Because you were, her sweet doll. Her needy little thing.
You whimpered around her nipple. The sound muffled and wet. You ground your hips down against her abs, your soaked cunt slid over the hard muscle there. Leaving a slick trail. You were dripping, so wet it embarrassed you. But you couldn’t stop, you needed her.
Noi felt it, the heat...the wetness. Her other hand drifted lower. Sliding between your bodies and into your panties, her fingers dipping below the waistband and gently teased your pussy. She rubbed slow circles. Feeling how soaked you were, how your folds parted so easily for her touch.
“Fuck. You’re drenched. All this just from sucking on my tits.”
She sounded half amused, half fond. But there was that edge in her voice. The one that said you had interrupted her rest. Her fingers kept rubbing. Teasing your clit, spreading your wetness everywhere.
You moaned louder and sucked harder. Your tongue flicked over her nipple, hips rolling greedily against her hand. You needed more. You always needed more when she was this close.
Noi clicked her tongue and reached over to the bedside drawer. The sound of it opening cut through the quiet room. She pulled out the little vibrator. Small and pink. The one she kept just for nights like this. When her doll got too greedy.
“Since you’re so fucking needy tonight.”
She pressed the vibrator right against your swollen clit. The buzzing hit instantly. Sharp and perfect, your whole body jolted. A broken moan spilled from your lips. Still latched to her breast, still sucking like it was the only thing keeping you sane.
Noi pushed two fingers into your tight hole simultaneously, slowly at first, then deeper. She curled them. Found that spot that made your toes curl, the vibrator stayed firm on your clit. Buzzing steady. Her fingers fucked you with lazy thrusts. In and out, matching the rhythm of your desperate sucking.
“That’s it. Suck harder, baby.”
Her crimson eyes watched you. Half lidded, loving. Her free hand kept stroking your hair. Petting you while she ruined you. Your cunt clenched around her fingers tight. So wet the sounds were obscene. Slick and filthy in the quiet room.
You whimpered and whined. Your hips bucked wildly, grinding down on her abs and her hand at the same time. The vibrator sent sparks through your whole body. Her fingers stretched you so good, hitting every perfect spot deep in your cunt.
“You interrupted my sleep. So you’re gonna cum for me, like the needy girl you are.”
Noi’s voice was low, teasing. She pumped her fingers faster, pressed the vibrator tighter to your clit. Your moans grew louder. Muffled against her soft breast. You sucked with everything you had, tongue swirling. Lips sealed tight.
The pleasure built fast, too fast. Your thighs shook around her waist. Your cunt fluttered, gripped her fingers like you never wanted them to leave. Noi kept going, steadily and relentless. Loving every second of your desperation.
“Cum, Doll. Let me feel it.”
You shattered. The orgasm crashed over you hard. Your body tensed and shuddered. You cried out around her nipple. Waves of pleasure rolled through you. Your pussy gushing around her fingers. Soaking her hand, soaked her abs and you kept sucking through it all. Clinging to her like she was your whole world.
Noi didn’t stop yet. She still worked you through every pulse, every aftershock. Her fingers slowed but stayed inside. The vibrator eased off to a gentle buzz. She watched you with those beautiful crimson eyes. Soft now and full of affection.
When you finally went limp, panting and still latched to her tit. She chuckled quietly.
“My sweet, greedy little doll. You got what you wanted. Didn’t you.”
She pulled you closer. Tucked your face against her chest, the vibrator clicked off. Her fingers slipped free, and she brought them to her lips, lazily licking them clean. Then, both arms wrapped around you, holding you tight.
“Sleep now. Baby girl, I’ve got you.”
You nuzzled deeper, contented and sated. Wrapping around her like you belonged there, because you did. Noi’s pretty crimson eyes drifted shut again. A small smile on her lips, her doll was happy. That was all that mattered.
The night settled quiet around you both. Warm bodies tangled, hearts beating slow, steady and perfect.
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