“Ow!” you yelped as the worn out rubber, compressed air filled soccer ball made contact with the side of your head. You were on your knees, forehead pressed against the dirty ground beneath, watching a trail of ants march by. Having arrived in this small seaside town only a few days ago, you were still foreign to the salty, sticky air and the faces. You missed your home and your friends, your school, your backyard, the stray cat that took shelter on the back porch during the winter time.
“Are you hurt?” a stranger’s voice pulled you out of your trance, the impact of the ball on your head had left you slightly dizzy, and as you looked up, an arm extended your way, gleaming, turquoise eyes catching the harsh sunlight that semi-blinded you.
You lifted your arm, reaching out to take the hand offering help, and gladly accepted it. The sensation of your soil tarnished palm against his clammy grip felt oddly, disgustingly familiar.
“I’m Sae,”
You blinked, “I’m Y/N,” voice gentle and low.
Ever since that day, you and Sae have grown much closer, spending your time watching him and Rin play soccer, Sae’s younger brother who you’ve also gotten quite close with.
“You know, Sae,” your right arm wrapped tight around the metal pole as your hair whipped wildly in the wind, watching him attempt his dribbling drills, “I don’t really like soccer.”
Sae froze, trapping the ball under his foot, his gaze following your movements as you jumped from the bleachers and ran toward him.
“You don’t?”
You shook your head. “I just, like watching you play.” You smiled, your eyes gleaming under the bright sun.
Sae abandoned the battered ball and stepped toward you, “then,” he murmured, taking both of your hands in his. Your heart fastened and a flutter of excitement stirred in your stomach, he leaned in and asked, “Then… when I get bigger and better, will you come to watch me play? And cheer for me?”
A smile tugged at the corners of your lips, heat creeping up your neck and blooming across your cheeks as you grinned, your head moving up and down on its own, nodding. “Mhm, I will!”
“Do you promise me?” He looked down at his cleats.
“Yes! I do! I pinky promise to watch your games and to cheer you on. You’ll be the best player, ever!”
Sae offered a small smile before reaching out to pat your head. “All right, let’s go home, it’s getting late.”
As you walked home that evening, Sae’s hand remained firmly clasped in yours. Little did you know that in a very short period of time, cruel fate will come and steal him from you. Sae was leaving for Spain. He was going to become better, stronger, becoming a pro. He was leaving to chase his ambition, seeking the growth and strength he couldn’t find here. Yet, a very small, selfish part of you desperately wanted him to stay, to knock on your door every morning, to take you by the hand and lead you to the playground, where you two could talk, run together, where he would teach you how to pass the ball, control it, and push you on the swing. You felt guilty, greedy, and bad for wanting to keep him with you in this town.
You couldn’t do it, couldn’t keep him here. You had to let him go, chase his dreams, become the version of himself he always wanted to become. A pro football player, playing in big stadiums and having millions of people adore him and aspire to be like him.
That night, Sae left, and you let him go.
That night, you sobbed into your mother’s arms, pouring your heart out as her gentle fingers combed through your hair, easing the pain deep within your chest.
That night, Sae was stolen from you.
The seasons changed, fall to winter, winter to spring. Spring to summer, to fall, again. The last you heard of Sae was from Rin, who had attempted, or at least tried, to explain what had transpired between them.
Rin’s voice had been laced with venom that day, a harsh, unfamiliar tone that does not belong to a teenager’s throat. His body shuddered as if his very marrow was rejecting a brother he once spoke so highly of, the brother who had mocked him, called him weak, pulverized his dreams. A brother who called him a nuisance and a pain, reducing him into nothing but a burden, ultimately discarding every drop of blood they shared.
You sat in silence as Rin poured his heart out, crying out over a brother who had shattered his heart. You listened in utter silence, your chest tightening, your heart mourning, not for the monster Rin described, rather for the boy you had lost. You fought to reject Rin’s grim reality, your heart refusing to accept Rin’s truth about his ice cold brother. The fabric of your mind trapping you by loose threads to memories of him. The realization suffocated you. Sae is no longer the boy you walked home after school with, he no longer is the same boy who brushed dirt off your face and hair when you’d fall down in the playground. He is no longer that gentle little boy. Sae is no longer Sae. That hurt you, deeply.
You felt more alone after Rin left for Blue Lock. His obsession with crushing Sae consumed him. It’s all he talked about, all he wanted. It became his sole purpose and ambition. Throughout that short period of time, you realized that what you felt for Sae was love — pure love. Shortly after graduation, you had gone on a few dates, convincing yourself that if you put yourself out there, you could find someone whom your heart will love. You were desperate to move on, yet that never happened.
You shortly realized what you were trying to do. On a sleepless, 3 o’clock in the morning, hot summer night, that you were, in fact, trying to replace Sae. None of these people fit the criteria, they didn’t have the same effect on you that Sae did. It pained you that you had to look for a glimpse of Sae’s shadow in strangers.
Ever since that harsh realization at 3 a.m., you finally reached your breaking point. You’ve cleared your calendar of every blind date your other friends set up for you, deleted all of your dating profiles, and committed yourself entirely to your studies.
You did it, you spent every waking hour buried in textbooks, your late night study sessions bleeding seamlessly into early morning hours. Even when you were missing Sae a little bit too much that it pained you after every minor inconvenience, you’d study. It was your escape for a little while, you thought, maybe if you studied hard, focused more, you could secure a spot at a good university abroad. You needed to leave, to finally get away from this town where every corner you turned was haunted by memories of Sae.
You hated the beach, you hated the cloying, salty, thick air, hated the playground, hated football, hated your house, the house neighboring yours. You hated it all. You loathed e-v-e-r-y-thing in this god forsaken town. So, when your acceptance letter finally arrived, you felt as if you were walking on air. You had to pinch yourself twice, you thought you were dreaming, but nope, it was all a reality.
One moment you were folding your clothes, the very next a loud knock echoed through your house, and within seconds, Sae was standing right before you as you sat with your knees tucked beneath you.
You aren’t sure how Sae found out, but the moment he heard about your acceptance to a university abroad, he dropped everything to come find you.
“You’re leaving,” you looked up at Sae. He’s changed. His expression is stripped of all emotion, as if his time in Spain had altered his core.
“I am,”
“Where to.”
You debated whether or not you wanted to tell him, before finally exhaling, “Switzerland.”
After folding a shirt and tossing it into your suitcase, your neck instinctively tilted to the side, a popping sound echoed through the room, followed by a weary sigh that slipped from your lips.
Sae swallowed hard, the lump in his throat making it difficult to speak, “When do you leave?”
“Tonight,” you mumbled softly, gazing out the window to take in the view one last time.
The word lingered, heavy and final, gluing Sae’s feet to the ground where he stood. He really felt paralyzed standing in your bedroom. His eyes sharp and mechanical moved as if on instinct, gaze trailing from your face to the steady rise and fall of your chest, the suitcase beside you, flicking to the bare walls that were once pink and adorned with memories of your childhood.
He wanted to reach out. His hand twitched against his side, a faint memory of holding your soil tarnished hand, walking home together on a sunny afternoon flashed before his eyes. He wanted to demand you for answers, he wanted to know why you didn’t tell him. He wanted to tell you to unpack, he wanted to take you in his arms and hide you forever from the world, he wanted to take you back to his place and adore you the way he did years ago. He was fuming, a tornado of enragement took over him, he was angry with you.
But as his gaze returned to your serene face looking out the window with a gleam of indifference in your eyes, his words died before reaching his throat. You weren’t looking at him with starry eyes, you didn’t have the look you’ve always had in the playground. You weren’t looking at him at all.
Sae turned around to leave, fingertips grazing the doorframe of your bedroom, hesitant heart telling him to look one last time at you, but overriding his heart, his brain told him to continue walking, so naturally, he did. He couldn’t stay in that house, even if he wanted to. The walls were closing in on him, the same way his throat was. His feet moved involuntarily, the ways around your house etched under his eyes, unwanted memories flooded his thoughts.
His footsteps shuffled down the narrow street, where the thick, humid summer air attacked his senses, fogging up his mind. Back then, he held tightly into your hand, your smaller one perfectly fitting in his equally as small yet larger one. Both clammy, both slippery. Yet both of you held tightly, both of you refusing to let go. Back then when your palms were the only sense of warmth on a cold morning and a cold afternoon. He traded that warmth for a cold and heavy metallic trophy.
His footsteps carried him forward, heavy and mechanical, leading him to the playground by the seaside. The ocean waves crashed violently against the rocks, splashing water like a sunshower, casting a fine spray into the air.
Sae’s throat stung, not quite certain whether this was caused by the guilt and pain or the sticky salty air from the ocean nearby. His eyes watered, he brought his thumb to his eyes and wiped away the tears threatening to spill. Why would the salty air have such an effect on him? He grew up here, after all.
“Sae, catch me!” He looked up at the old plastic slide, its paint dull and chipping, clearly due a repaint job. The memory crashed over him like the violent waves, it felt too real, it felt like you were jumping into his arms, but it didn’t last long. It died just as fast as it was revived from the bottom of his heart.
“Push me harder!” You giggled, Sae’s hands steady on your back, gently pushing you on the swing.
“You know, Sae, I don’t really like soccer,”
“I pinky promise to watch your games and to cheer you on.”
“You’ll be the best player, ever!”
The memories were too violent, Sae’s heart ached, his legs gave up and he plummeted to the ground, the soil dirtying his trousers. His head, too full and heavy, found a place to rest in his hands. He might have achieved all he wanted, but in the process, he lost you.
He lost the one person who has ever stood by him, cheered him on, even on days where he felt too tired to work better on his dribbles, his passes, and the lifestyle he so desired. He forced this upon himself, so why were his tears threatening his cheeks? He’s a prodigy. He shouldn’t cry. He’s not allowed to, pros never cry. Emotions are not for prodigies such as himself. He finally achieved his dreams, he can’t cry now.
You loved him when he was nothing, you loved him when he was just a foolish little boy with a beat up soccer ball and dirt on his hands.
The day he first pulled you up from the ground is no different from today. However, the only difference is that he was your savior that day, he helped you off the ground. Now he’s back to where you two met, only now he was the one on the dirty ground, abandoned with nobody to help him up.
Sae closed his eyes shut, his fingers clawing at his scalp, and somewhere in the distance, you were already ready to leave him, shattering the innocent bubble you had built together and leaving your shared promises forever unfulfilled.
sorry guys im a slow writer, but i promise i try. when i write something i want it to be perfect and detailed for you guys so bare with me 😭
currently working on my sae fanfic ! do u guys want the ending to be fluff or angst? i was thinking of fully angst 👀 but idm doing fluff for u 🙌 itd be my first time writing fluff thooo. after childhood, teenage and adulthood sae x reader ill write a suguru geto and then ill post my drabbles and my oneshots 😋 also abt ‘oh babydoll!’ i didnt abandon it i promise u but its going to be a hella interesting and full series so i wanna focus on it after posting my other stuff lol
warnings. mdni. choso’s favorite part of you is your mouth, yours is his dick. praise + blowjob. cock worship.
Choso loves all of you. Every singular strand rooted in your perfect head, right down to the tips of your toes. Picking a favorite part would be like choosing a single blade of grass from a field, but if your survival depended on the answer, he’d say your mouth without blinking.
He’s weak for it. He loves hearing you say his name with it. Loves how it goes slack when you’re quiet, loves the uneven pull when you smile, the way it never quite lines up right.
Choso especially loves that warm 'n wet sensation when you’ve got him fully engulfed, cheeks bulging, the whole world narrowing down to nothing but ragged breaths and nasty slurping sounds. He lives for that distinct, dowsed “pop” you make when you finally pull your shiny lips off his sticky tip, leaving him a squirming, unstrung mess.
Choso’s gaze drops to you, kneeling between his thighs. Even through the dark, clumping barrier of your mascara-heavy lashes, he sees how your pupils blow wide, fixed not on him, but on the twitch of his cock against your palms. You lean in, close enough that the thick bubbles of spit catching at the corner of your mouth latch onto the side of his shaft and press the sweetest kiss he’s ever felt right against his tip. It’s a mess, but it’s soft, the kind of contrast that ruins a man like him.
"You taste so sweet," you coo, and the softness in your voice has his Adam's apple bobbing as he swallows hard. "’m gonna take such good care of you, baby," you murmur, licking up the vein that runs along the underside of his fat cock. Then, like a pro, you shove his dick into your mouth until he’s hitting the back of your throat, and you let it clamp down tight around him.
His eyes squeeze shut, those needy, desperate groans ripping right out of his chest. You don't let up. Both your hands reach to cup his weight, fondling his round ‘n overly sensitive balls while your drool slides down the curve of him, soaking right into the fabric of his printed boxers until they’re ruined.
Your boyfriend is undeniably responsive, it’s honestly a little much for you. His hands twitch, hovering like they’re dying to grab your hair and just fuck your throat until he's empty. You can see the need in him, the desperation to just let go and finish right in your mouth, but he still keeps his palms flat by his side. He’s being good, staying respectful even when he’s falling apart. It’s so cute it makes your teeth ache, you just want to swallow him whole.
You move slow, sliding up and down until the friction's gone and he’s just slippery, gliding in and out of the mouth he adores so much. The same mouth you use to murmur those sweet, gentle things to him while you work. Tears prick at the corners of your eyes, its a lot to take. Despite how timid he is in personality, his cock is the complete opposite. It’s loud, long ‘n fat. A blunt reality that has you gagging around it no matter how many times you’ve tried to map it out.
Choso watches through lazy, half-lidded eyes, his stomach knotting as you take him deep. It’s almost embarrassing how you can wring him dry like this, working him over until his composure just hits a wall. He’s white-knuckling the furniture, desperate for just a few more seconds, but you pull back with a gasp. Your lungs are burning. And the sudden cold has him flinching, pitching forward with a shallow hitch in his chest.
He looks wrecked, black strands of hair plastered to his sweaty forehead, those worried eyes searching yours for a mistake he’s convinced he made. The question of concern dies in his throat before he can even find the breath to ask it, ‘cause you’re already back, hovering right there, face to face with his raw, oozing tip and a smile that’s far too wistful for the state he’s in. You let out a moan that’s pure honey and press another kiss right against the slit. A soft, wet apology for robbing him of that release just as he was hitting the edge.
That’s all it takes. A choked, broken sound hitches in his throat, halfway between a sob and a gasp, as that one tiny spark of contact blows the fuse. His load splutters out, a mess of white liquid hitting your face and neck, with a few stray drops flying lower. They land right against your bare cleavage, sinking into the skin that your low-cut shirt does absolutely nothing to hide. Your eyes widen in surprise, then dilate into metaphorical hearts as your pink tongue flicks out to lick the stray drop of sperm above your upper lip.
Choso is still panting, his chest heaving as he stares at the mess he made of you with a reverent sort of horror. He looks like he’s forgotten how to use his limbs, his body still humming from the force of it. "My needy boy," you’re giggling, reaching up to swipe a thumb through the white cooling on your cheek. "You’re so perfect."
The praise hits him harder than his climax did you. A dust of pink creeps up his neck, reaching his face and clashing with the mark across his nose. He looks down at you, eyes finally beginning to clear, still slightly cloudy off the high. He doesn't know where to put his hands, whether to pull you back in or scramble to clean you up.
"I... I didn't mean to..." he rasps, his voice deep and wrecked, sounding utterly defeated. He looks vulnerable, reduced to a shaking, wide-eyed mess just because you were sweet to him.
Though choso sure anyone watching would understand. If they caught the way you spoke to him, or rather, the way you spoke to his dick, they’d see why your mouth is the only answer he has, and why it unravels him so effortlessly. They’d also probably realize that if you were held at gunpoint and forced to pick a favorite part of him, his dick would be the easy choice. You look at it with a calm, heavy reverence, it’s the look of someone who knows exactly what they own, and exactly how much they cherish it.
+ fymmm ouu shii 😭👀😭👀 reposting this cuz I can’t write something new w/o getting sad abt the person I based majority of fics on #CumBack #Please #Imy #Illchange
satoru gojo has a sweet tooth! he loves popsicles, lollipops, cake pops, caramel, anything that melts in his mouth and explodes on his taste buds. but most of all, he loves you the most. he enjoys savoring your flavor, and he loves the way you squirm when his tongue traces you. so thats how he got you here, butt resting on the edge of the white couch, one leg draped over the armrest while the other trembled against his neck.
your underwear, a perfect shade of blue to match his eyes, resting between your ankle and the tips of your toes as satorus tongue feverishly danced aginst your clit, nibbling on the sweet bundle of nerves between his teeth and lips.
a sweet strawberry scent filled the air from the pink lollipop nestled between your petals as satoru slowly moved it up and down between your sweet folds, the color of your pussy almost identical to the color of his lollipop. he pressed it against your entrance, letting go of your nub with a teasingly slow tug and you mourned the loss of contact.
satoru spat on your pussy then rubbed it all over with his lollipop before pushing it inside your sweet tight cunt, earning sweet melodic moans from you, thrusting it in and out of you while you clutched satorus soft white hair. “‘toru,” you gasped, feeling his tongue licking your folds and clit while he fucked you with a lollipop.
satoru grumbled between your legs from the way you tasted so pleasantly. “‘toru!” you moaned out, feeling a tight knot form inside of you, “s-so cl-ohah hah- close,” you sobbed as he sucked down on your pussy while pumping the lollipop in and out of you. satoru looked up at you, blue eyes glistening with adoration while yours closed shut and drool trickled onto your chin.
satoru pulled out the semi melted bulb of sugar as you came all over his face, guiding it into his mouth whilst his fingers gently caressed your folds. he took the lollipop out of his mouth, holding it between his fingers like a sacred ornament, he flashed you a smile, a bashful expression on his face. “sweet.”
𑣲 synopsis :: e boy choso who wants nothing but to follow your commands and release for you!
𑣲 content advisory ::sex on cam, praising, sub!choso, slight pet play, edging, slight pet play (lol.), mutual masturbation, choso likes to follow commands, long distance sex / e sex. discord mentioned uh oh, barking (once), cumming. no plot lol + sorry took too long to finish it i was busy with exams and life yes.
𑣲 wc :: 1k
a/n :: pls lmk who drew that choso fanart so i could credit them. found it on pinterest with no op credits. hope u guys like the ending LOL.
A Discord ping notification echoed through your room just as you were adjusting the black spiked choker around your neck.
The sudden interruption made you curse under your breath. You took one last look at yourself in the mirror, flattening a stray strand on the crown of your head and pulling up your black thigh-highs, securing them before running to your bed and jumping in.
Your fingers immediately tapped on the keyboard, the clicky sound of the keys ringing in your ears.
“I’m here, baby,” you typed and sent to your long-distance, low-commitment, low-maintenance Discord situationship, Choso, whom you met in a random server.
Choso :3 is typing…
The response was immediate.
“hai ^///^”
Your heart nearly melted at the cute emoticon he used. You were just about to reply when your screen started to glow, followed by a ringing sound. You immediately answered.
Choso’s face greeted you with a beaming smile from the other line, his nose scrunching up and his black tattoo almost invisible in the dim glow of his purple LEDs. “Hi, baby,” you greeted first, a sweet smile on your face, your teeth glistening.
“Mommy!” Choso pressed a kiss to the camera, leaving a residue behind from the moisture on his lips.
You bit down on your lower lip, the corners of your mouth pulling upward.
“You ready, baby?” Choso eagerly nodded his head.
“You gonna be a good boy for me, yeah?” Choso nodded once more.
“Use your words, Choso,” you warned, a look of annoyance on your face that did not match the fast beating of your heart.
Choso’s cock pulsated, the reddening tip slick with precum dripping down his shaft. “Anything for you, mommy,” he panted.
You smiled, your hand trailing down and resting on the waistband of your panties. “I'll be a good... a good puppy for mommy…”
Your throat bubbled with a hum, your eyebrow raised to encourage him to continue.
“Please, mommy, wanna c—! Please, please... mommy, want you so bad, please.”
You spread your legs, your full, slick-dripping black panties suffocating your aching pussy on display for Choso.
He wanted to be between your thighs, his nose nudging your clit while his tongue was flatly pressed against your cunt, drinking up your juices. That was what heaven sounded like to him. Your pleasure was his pleasure, so when you ran your finger up and down your core, Choso grunted and bucked his hips upward, humping the air.
“Touch yourself for me, Choso. Let mommy see her good boy pleasuring himself for her.”
And so, you both set off. Choso gripped his length, his wrist flying up and down on his cock while your fingers danced across your clit.
Your fingers traced your swollen folds, spreading them, your skin wet with your slick. Choso, on the other line, was whimpering, his tip red and angry, precum pearling and sitting beautifully on the head.
“Feels soooo good, mommy,” he gritted his teeth, his thumb swiping over the sensitive tip, smearing the pre on his cock and gently squeezing it between his fingers.
You could only reply to him with a sweet, melodic moan. All four fingers pressed against your clit, moving in circular motions.
On the other end, Choso was a grunting mess, his hand working his length, whimpering and begging you to let him cum at some point, which you denied. To you, thats what fun was: denying him.
Choso was overly sensitive, given the days you had made him touch himself over the week. You made him touch himself over and over for you, tormenting him with pleasure and pushing him over to the edge only to pull him back with your words, telling him to stop.
“Please... hah... gotta... cum - shit!” Despite being on the brink of a sweet release, Choso never once gave in to his desire and impulse to cum, which was a testament to the control you had over him. Choso tightened the grip on his cock and went faster each time a sweet moan fell from your lips as your fingers dipped into your sweet cunt.
Your movements came to a halt for a brief second, looking at Choso through the screen. “You feel good?”
He nodded his head eagerly.
“Words, Cho, words.”
Still nodding his head, Choso answered. “Yes, mommy, feels so so good!”
“Wanna do something fun, Choso?”
“Woof woof!” Choso barked. You smiled. He still remembered: barking twice for yes.
“You know, I’ve been thinking about this…” You giggled. “Put a pillow, like, under your cock.”
Choso looked at you with furrowed eyebrows, puzzled as to what you meant.
“Come on! It's fun, trust me!”
Choso hesitated, but he eventually complied, putting a pillow under him and trapping it with his thighs. He bent over the pillow just slightly so that his cock rested on the soft fabric. He started slowly rutting against the pillow, just as instructed.
You buried your fingers back into your vagina, three fingers pumping in and out of you. Squelching noises came from your side and whimpering from his.
“Such a good boy, Choso. My good puppy, yeah?”
“Mmnghh... Mommy... thank you, mommy, feels so so so good,” Choso panted.
Your nipples hardened and goosebumps spread all over your skin. Feeling that familiar sensation in your core building, you curled your fingers upward, arching your back. As you touched your spot, you closed your eyes and brushed your fingertips against it.
“Choso, I’m gonna cum,” you warned just as you released, your toes curling and your walls tightening. Tears streamed down your cheeks and your eyes were closed so tight that you started seeing white.
“Can I cum too? Please? Mommy?” Choso asked, his desperation making you want to laugh, filling you with a sense of pride.
You let out a sigh of relief and opened your eyes, looking at him. "Yeah, Choso. You can, just not yet."
Choso’s face scrunched up, his brain puzzled at what you said, his pale cock pulsating and dripping. “You’ll cum next time.” You blew him a kiss. “Bye bye, Cho! Love you, see you next time!” You hung up the call, leaving him with blue balls.
You knew he wouldn’t touch himself without your permission. You knew how cruel it was to leave him high and dry, but it all made you much more excited for the next time you had to mess with him and use him for your own release. And Choso didn't mind it; he enjoyed it just as much as you did.
thinking of making separate masterlists for each character ive written for so far its sooooo time consuming!!! … but also… really wanna try posting 2 drabbles and a oneshot by this week… or the other way around. hmm what should i do… decisions decisions ! i think im just gonna goon
𑣲 synopsis :: e boy choso who wants nothing but to follow your commands and release for you!
𑣲 content advisory ::sex on cam, praising, sub!choso, slight pet play, edging, slight pet play (lol.), mutual masturbation, choso likes to follow commands, long distance sex / e sex. discord mentioned uh oh, barking (once), cumming. no plot lol + sorry took too long to finish it i was busy with exams and life yes.
𑣲 wc :: 1k
a/n :: pls lmk who drew that choso fanart so i could credit them. found it on pinterest with no op credits. hope u guys like the ending LOL.
A Discord ping notification echoed through your room just as you were adjusting the black spiked choker around your neck.
The sudden interruption made you curse under your breath. You took one last look at yourself in the mirror, flattening a stray strand on the crown of your head and pulling up your black thigh-highs, securing them before running to your bed and jumping in.
Your fingers immediately tapped on the keyboard, the clicky sound of the keys ringing in your ears.
“I’m here, baby,” you typed and sent to your long-distance, low-commitment, low-maintenance Discord situationship, Choso, whom you met in a random server.
Choso :3 is typing…
The response was immediate.
“hai ^///^”
Your heart nearly melted at the cute emoticon he used. You were just about to reply when your screen started to glow, followed by a ringing sound. You immediately answered.
Choso’s face greeted you with a beaming smile from the other line, his nose scrunching up and his black tattoo almost invisible in the dim glow of his purple LEDs. “Hi, baby,” you greeted first, a sweet smile on your face, your teeth glistening.
“Mommy!” Choso pressed a kiss to the camera, leaving a residue behind from the moisture on his lips.
You bit down on your lower lip, the corners of your mouth pulling upward.
“You ready, baby?” Choso eagerly nodded his head.
“You gonna be a good boy for me, yeah?” Choso nodded once more.
“Use your words, Choso,” you warned, a look of annoyance on your face that did not match the fast beating of your heart.
Choso’s cock pulsated, the reddening tip slick with precum dripping down his shaft. “Anything for you, mommy,” he panted.
You smiled, your hand trailing down and resting on the waistband of your panties. “I'll be a good... a good puppy for mommy…”
Your throat bubbled with a hum, your eyebrow raised to encourage him to continue.
“Please, mommy, wanna c—! Please, please... mommy, want you so bad, please.”
You spread your legs, your full, slick-dripping black panties suffocating your aching pussy on display for Choso.
He wanted to be between your thighs, his nose nudging your clit while his tongue was flatly pressed against your cunt, drinking up your juices. That was what heaven sounded like to him. Your pleasure was his pleasure, so when you ran your finger up and down your core, Choso grunted and bucked his hips upward, humping the air.
“Touch yourself for me, Choso. Let mommy see her good boy pleasuring himself for her.”
And so, you both set off. Choso gripped his length, his wrist flying up and down on his cock while your fingers danced across your clit.
Your fingers traced your swollen folds, spreading them, your skin wet with your slick. Choso, on the other line, was whimpering, his tip red and angry, precum pearling and sitting beautifully on the head.
“Feels soooo good, mommy,” he gritted his teeth, his thumb swiping over the sensitive tip, smearing the pre on his cock and gently squeezing it between his fingers.
You could only reply to him with a sweet, melodic moan. All four fingers pressed against your clit, moving in circular motions.
On the other end, Choso was a grunting mess, his hand working his length, whimpering and begging you to let him cum at some point, which you denied. To you, thats what fun was: denying him.
Choso was overly sensitive, given the days you had made him touch himself over the week. You made him touch himself over and over for you, tormenting him with pleasure and pushing him over to the edge only to pull him back with your words, telling him to stop.
“Please... hah... gotta... cum - shit!” Despite being on the brink of a sweet release, Choso never once gave in to his desire and impulse to cum, which was a testament to the control you had over him. Choso tightened the grip on his cock and went faster each time a sweet moan fell from your lips as your fingers dipped into your sweet cunt.
Your movements came to a halt for a brief second, looking at Choso through the screen. “You feel good?”
He nodded his head eagerly.
“Words, Cho, words.”
Still nodding his head, Choso answered. “Yes, mommy, feels so so good!”
“Wanna do something fun, Choso?”
“Woof woof!” Choso barked. You smiled. He still remembered: barking twice for yes.
“You know, I’ve been thinking about this…” You giggled. “Put a pillow, like, under your cock.”
Choso looked at you with furrowed eyebrows, puzzled as to what you meant.
“Come on! It's fun, trust me!”
Choso hesitated, but he eventually complied, putting a pillow under him and trapping it with his thighs. He bent over the pillow just slightly so that his cock rested on the soft fabric. He started slowly rutting against the pillow, just as instructed.
You buried your fingers back into your vagina, three fingers pumping in and out of you. Squelching noises came from your side and whimpering from his.
“Such a good boy, Choso. My good puppy, yeah?”
“Mmnghh... Mommy... thank you, mommy, feels so so so good,” Choso panted.
Your nipples hardened and goosebumps spread all over your skin. Feeling that familiar sensation in your core building, you curled your fingers upward, arching your back. As you touched your spot, you closed your eyes and brushed your fingertips against it.
“Choso, I’m gonna cum,” you warned just as you released, your toes curling and your walls tightening. Tears streamed down your cheeks and your eyes were closed so tight that you started seeing white.
“Can I cum too? Please? Mommy?” Choso asked, his desperation making you want to laugh, filling you with a sense of pride.
You let out a sigh of relief and opened your eyes, looking at him. "Yeah, Choso. You can, just not yet."
Choso’s face scrunched up, his brain puzzled at what you said, his pale cock pulsating and dripping. “You’ll cum next time.” You blew him a kiss. “Bye bye, Cho! Love you, see you next time!” You hung up the call, leaving him with blue balls.
You knew he wouldn’t touch himself without your permission. You knew how cruel it was to leave him high and dry, but it all made you much more excited for the next time you had to mess with him and use him for your own release. And Choso didn't mind it; he enjoyed it just as much as you did.
He opens the door and makes his way over to you, sitting patiently on the floor. Knees folded, hands resting on your lap. You bow before him—lowering your head as your hands moves to the floor. “Lord Geto…” he looks down at you and softly smiles—“no need for formality, my lady. Raise your head,” you look up at him and nod then sit up, laying your hands back in your lap. “You’ve been good lately, my dear deserves what she desires.,Yes?” He talks softly.
“Yes..” you agree without question or hesitation. He keeps a close eye on you everyday making sure his favorite pet was following instructions. And for that—he thinks you need to be rewarded with something that pleases you. Every time he’s noticed you’ve been exceptionally well behaved he always gives his favorite a special treat. “Mmm…” he hums, “you know what you may desire at this time?” He questions. “Yes l-“ your tongue is so used to ‘lord Geto’ it was muscle memory for your mouth. You correct yourself. “Yes…” he relaxes his smile, “come on then sweetheart, enlighten me.” He extends out his right hand out to you. “C-clit inspection…” you mumble looking away. “Hmm?” He pretends to think about it. “Anything you desire is also mine.” He closes his eyes calmly. He opens them and looks at you. “Open up then.”
“Mmh..” blood warms at your cheeks—you feel his hands touch your knees and push them apart. “Just relax.” He reassures you. You reposition your legs and sit properly so now your legs are spread before him. He takes off your lace panties but only pulling them down to your ankles. He pulls your hips forward towards him and looks down at your pulsing pussy. He gets down to the floor then gets up close and personal with your pussy—more specifically your clit. You breathe heavy as he stares at it. “It’s twitching.” He reaches his right hand to touch it, he lifts your clitoral hood and you hiss in response—whipping your head back. “Geto..” you lightly moan. He leans in closer then licks it softly—his tongue felt so good against your aching clit. The tip of his tongue slides to the base of your clit then targets that spot and keeps licking there. “Mmmh..so good..” you moan. “Mmmh..” he moans into your clit then starts making out with it.
Small drops of cum leak from your pussy, you moan again and put your hand behind you on the floor while the other palms the back of his hair. He sucks and seals your clit into his mouth—moaning into it more as your moans turns into whines of pleasure making him want to suck harder. “Nnh..please..Geto..haaaah..” you grip the back of his hair and push his head deeper into your cunt, “fuck..” his tongue flicks over your clit that’s growing more sensitive. He thinks your mewls are so cute. “Let me cum…please..” you take your hand from behind and grip his hair again with your other one. “Mmmmmhhhmmmm…” he moans approvingly. He takes your legs in his arms and holds them as they start to shake. Your clit growing harder under his repeated motions of his tongue and lips. “My cli-ohhhh!” Your body gets a shiver down your back and you start grinding against his tongue. Your pussy making little noises as his tongue glides over your clit.
“I can’t take it..” he lets go of your clit then plays with it with his hand. Firm motions swirling over your aching clit. “Oh but you must.” He leans back down and sucks your clit harder into his lips and your hips start shaking—you feel a knot forming deeply in your stomach. Your whole body shaking under him—making you pant. “Fuuuuuckkk….” Your moans start slowing your words as you try to keep steady. “Getoooooo…” you moan louder. You feel that warm knot swell and then your body shakes harder. Hot cum starts leaking from your hole making you creamy—every-time he licks you fresh cum leaks out. “Nnnnh!” He licks up all your cum and swallows it then kisses your clit and pampers it in more kisses. Even when their soft pecks they still make you feel amazing, your body is sensitive and on edge. All 8k nerves being stimulated made you feel like heaven is real. And it’s this pretty man’s mouth sucking your soul. “C-cumming!” Your hole convulsing and hot—he sucks your clit harder. It rips through you and you start crying. “Fuck please please pleaaaasse I’m cumming I’m cumming!!” You wail out.
“Mmmh!!” You ride his face and cream into his mouth—on his tongue. Then after all that he goes back to soft sucking through the after shocks. “Mmmh…” you moan shaky—he massages your legs then gives your clit another soft kiss then pulls back. He looks up at you, “alright then, satisfied?” “Mhmmm..” you breathe hard. “Good.” He pulls your panties up and puts your clothes back on. He helps you stand up to the best of your ability then leads you back to the door. He softly smiles back to you then whispers in your ear before letting you out.
“By the way, that’s the prettiest clit I’ve ever seen.”
couldnt stop thinking abt perv!gojo using your pencil to finish while studying for my exams ! smut, mdni.
When Gojo borrowed your pencil, his first thought was to return it. He wanted to return it, all right! but he couldn’t deny his attraction to you. And the fact that he had your pencil, the same one you touched with your fingers, the same pencil you pressed against your lip, blessing the pink eraser with the plumpness of your lips, made it harder and harder to do so…
His hands trembled as he grasped the pencil, holding onto it like his life depended on it. His heart thumping in his chest like drums.
With a sweat dampened hand, Satoru guided the cool wooden pencil beneath his length. He shuddered at the cool sensation against his warm skin. His hand wrapped around his shaft, pumping in a rhythm that mimicked his own heartbeat, wishing it were around your neck instead as he thrusted deep into your snug walls.
Each stroke brought him closer to the edge, the friction of the dry wood against the underside of his wet cock amplifying the pleasure.
His mouth opened ajar, nearly drooling as he pictured you on your knees before him, beautiful lips taking him into the warmth of your mouth, your tongue darting out to lap at his slit, your hands splayed on his thighs as you held yourself steady while taking him deeper.
The image was too vivid, the mere thought of you touching him sent his mind spiraling into a whirlpool of need and desire. He could only stifle his groans by biting down on his knuckles. He didn’t want anyone to hear. What could he even say? He couldn’t even fathom what he was doing, what would others think?
The tension built, and Satoru’s hips began to move as if they had a mind of their own, his thighs flexing and toes curling with each thrust. His thumb continued to rub over his beautifully precum-smeared, swollen pink tip, the kindling in his gut igniting and setting his whole body on fire.
“Fuuuck, fuck, fuckfuckfuck!” Satoru babbled, his hand tightening around his cock. The wooden tool once used for writing notes was now glistening with his clear fluid, making the movement sloppy and enhancing the pleasure as it slid up and down his length with ease.
Each stroke grew smoother, faster, tighter, the fire within him consuming and radiating off his sweaty chest, devouring the lust inside him as he came with a low grunt. In one brutal stroke, his cock pulsed, pain and pleasure shooting through his body as thick ropes of cum spluttered from him. Landing on his fist, your pencil, the floor. The sticky mess a testament to his own perverted desires.
He threw his head back, chest heaving, legs trembling slightly, his cock going limp from the intensity of his release. He brought the pencil closer to his face, taking in how thoroughly it was covered in his own essence, and how much more beautiful it would look if it were seeping out of your swollen cunt.
He was going to give the pencil back. But he was going to clean it first. He couldn’t wait to see you holding it in your hands, oblivious to how down bad he was for you, how desperate, how pathetically consumed he was, just for you.
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