jenni ⋆ she/her ⋆ early twenties ⋆ esfp-t ⋆ leftist ⋆ multifandom ⋆ appalachian princess ⋆ joel miller's widow ⋆ miss paramour ⋆ suguru’s wife ⋆ toji's deadbeat baby mama ⋆ meg thee stallion’s gf!
╰ this blog is 18+ MDNI .ᐟ i am not responsible for your media consumption, ageless and blank blogs will be blocked .ᐟ
𝑹𝑬𝑪𝑬𝑵𝑻 𝑾𝑶𝑹𝑲𝑺… ⋆ Got You Stuck On My Elevator ⋆ The Romance Of Affliction ⋆ reader teaching loser!nanami how to kiss ⋆ You Got It, I NEED IT! ⋆ Use Me, Wanna Give You Control ⋆ quickie with joel at the bar
╰ 18+ MDNI. being forced to watch jealous!toji jerk off quickly turns into a makeshift footjob
“That little fuckin’ attitude didn’t get ya very far today, did it?”
Only Shiu can make you feel like a third wheel in your own relationship, forcing you to tag along on a walk to discuss business with the man, your feet were blissfully unaware of how excruciating it would become to step on pebbled concrete in your brand new heels.
Toji had purposefully ignored your complaints and pleas all day long, as it was your choice to wear the challenging footwear out on a walk, laughing you off while he continued speaking to Shiu, leaving you completely hopeless.
Cursing under your breath every time the shank of your heels caught itself in a crack, you’d finally had it with the brute, focusing your attention onto Shiu instead.
Thankfully it only took one word for Shiu to graciously feel a slight ounce of sympathy for you, providing temporary relief as he offered to hold your shoes on the long way home with a sleazy smirk.
Of course, Toji notices everything, and seeing your strappy heels he bought slung ‘round Shius slender fingers as you attempted to hide the shy smile blooming across your cheeks—tonight he’d be sure to teach you a valuable lesson about behaving.
Now he has you right where he wants you, naked and shivering on his bed, your pretty polished toes perched directly on to his knees, his thick thighs flexing every time his fist collides with his burning hot tip, a liquorous sheen of pre glistening out the slit.
“Shouldn’t have invited me then Ji, ‘n you’re not being nice.” you squirm, the droplets of creamy slick falling down his thick fingers, your mouth watering at the idea of tasting the salty sap on your neglected tongue.
“Yeah, yeah… but I am bein’ nice aren’t I? Could have left you on the street—hey, maybe Shiu should have walked you home instead.” Jerking his fat inches upon inches recklessly beside you, he forces you to watch him take care of his raging hard on, the sight so profoundly lewd it causes your pulsing pussy lips to wildly drip between your thighs, the honey-like scent so fragrant Toji can practically taste it.
“It’s not my fault he’s a gentleman.” you sigh, propping yourself up on your elbows to get a good look at his cock.
Toji pauses, darkened locks flicking down his nose bridge as he stares at your airy appearance, his brows furrowing in frustration. “You call my friend trying to fuck my girl a gentleman? Acting like a brat all damn day anyways. Thought you were ‘sposed to behave.” he bites through his teeth, the heavy rasp over his vocal cords jumping each time he feels your legs clench together, ankles inches away from his throbbing balls.
“I am!” you can’t help the bratty sound that falls from your throat, the idea of his thick greedy inches going to waste causing you to go wild, wishing he was fucking into you instead. “It’s not my fault your friends are nicer to me than you are.”
“Ya call that nice? Lettin’ Shiu carry your fucking shoes I payed for?” he questions, hand stilling at the base of his cock, deep emerald eyes going dark. “Don’t play dumb—hell baby… I could see it in his fucking face, he knew what you were doin’.”
“No! Toji I wasn’t doing anything! My feet hurt and you didn’t wanna carry me—”
“—Yeah ‘cus Shiu woulda looked up that little skirt and saw you crying outta that pretty little pussy.”
Purposefully choosing to go without panties today was a calculated choice—all for Toji of course, you just didn’t expect to be dragged into his plans with Shiu, therefore advertently making you at fault in Toji’s mind.
“You’re being a fucking dick!” you curse, bottom lip pouting in a childish manner, unable to hide the spasms from your greedy cunt clenching at the dying lack of under-stimulation.
“Tch—yeahhh I am… and you want this big dick.” laughing, his lip curls into a smirk, the kind which makes you want to lick the scar right off his mouth.
“Fuck you,” you grumble uncrossing your legs, but when you do—your foot hits his cock, toes bumping into his shaft.
“Oh shit doll, using your feet? That’s reallll fuckin’ gross baby.” Toji grunts out, sticking his tongue out to wet his lips, hips thrusting off the bed.
Blooming heat trickles up your spine in deep rooted embarrassment, feeling your cheeks flush at the odd sensation of his slippery dick touching the soles of your feet. “No! I didn’t mean too—”
“—Hah! Sure you didn’t,” he laughs, his hands grabbing your calves and dragging you closer to him, your bare pussy on display. “Come on ‘n quit playing shy and show me how nasty you are f’ me.”
“Y-You’re disgusting.” you manage to choke out, cheeks heating up at him manhandling your feet towards his cock, your pretty glistening lips spread wide open in his direction.
“Shittt—quit—quit complaining and sit there ‘n look pretty for me, alright?”
You really didn’t mean to spring this upon yourself, the arches of your feet tickling every time his gushing mushroom tip glides between them, blushing red hues poking out with each thrust.
Your hand drifts to your neglected bud, your digits swiping up your slit with a sticky ‘sluuurp’, your soaked pussy throbbing with an undeniable desire to be fucked stupid.
Toji quickly extends an arm out, abruptly stopping your movements. “Uh-uh, no one else touches my pussy you hear me?” he spits, flinging your arm back down to your side with a loud thud on the plush mattress, replacing your fingers with his own. “Especially not you.”
Frustration takes over your tired body, white hot tears prickling your wobbly waterline, the streams hitting your puffy cheeks, the droplets falling to your chest.
“Always crying when you don’t get your way,” he scoffs, slapping down a firm smack to your slippery pussylips right against your swollen clit.
Yelping, your legs tumble off his lap, Tojis strong arms angling your leg up, up, up! towards his big broad shoulder blade, your pussy now at the perfect angle for his greedy fingers to toy with your clit.
Toji’s own pleasure doesn’t falter, his hand coming right back down to make contact with his heavy cock. He spits a fat glob of spittle down on the head, the bubbly liquid allowing his hand to slide around the tip with circular motions.
“Heh—puffy eyes…” he thinks outloud, your wet eyes making his cock grow even thicker, the vein along the base throbbing. His eyes trail down to your cunt, easily matching the movements of his cock to the swirls ‘round your clit. “…aaand a puffy cunt,” another fat slap sticks to your sticky skin, pussy lips so wet they glue to his hand.
“Oooh-Ji! Fuck!” you mewl, rolling your hips with his movements like a bitch in heat, cunt soaking his fingers.
“Help me make a mess and maybe I’ll throw ya a bone.” he muses, knuckles white with the rough grip on the base of his veiny cock, the tip growing angrier between your feet by the second.
“Then f-fuck me! Make a mess in me.”
“Heh, didn’t hear ya baby. You want it here?” he questions, slapping his dick against your relaxed leg, precum painting your calve. “Here?” he drifts it down to your ankle, easily bending you like a fuck toy so hard your inner thighs begin to burn, “or here?”
With one final pinch to your clit you come undone, a strangled purr roaring from your lips, your hands finding solace in the messy sheets, fingertips swirling the cotton into a knot.
But Toji doesn’t give you anytime to recover from your orgasm, humongous hands flying to your hips to force you on his lap. “Shit, hurry up ‘n get over here—gonna cum inside that pussy, show Shiu not’ta fuck with my girl.”
a/n: DONT KILL ME FOR POSTING FEET or i’ll have to rub my toes on ur forehead as punishment. divider creds @/cg1rl
okay so…. soft launching the idea of possibly making a anime centric blog… (already have a username and everything picked out) monkey covering eyes emoji
obviously i’d keep my older works up on here and continue posting tlou content but im just currently at a place with this blog in which i constantly feel scared to post due to the vast difference in audiences i’ve pulled? if that makes sense?
i guess what i’m saying is that i just want a place that i can post to the void my rambling thoughts without bothering people who do not follow me for the constant yapping over characters they don’t know 😭
Reader going to the bar after a long day of work and they play country side music
"fuck country side music"
"and fuck me " said the handsome old man sitting beside her aka joel miller
(my english is bad sorry)
as a country girly this hurts BUT i do see the vision friend… and no worries about your english around here! my blog is for everyone <33
you got me thinking real hard about old nasty joel miller who has a sure fire way picking up girls from the bar hehe
╰ 18+ MDNI, game joel, another bemyluvr tipsy bar fic, country music slander (my heart wasn’t in it), fem! reader, ambiguous age gap (it isn’t really mentioned actually) but joel repeatedly describes himself as an old man, pet names, panty stealing, raw sex, spit, public bathroom sex, tommy cameo, fingers in ur mouth, getting caught?, pull out method
“By the look on yer face… I’m taking it you ain’t one for country?”
You weren’t supposed to be here tonight, drinking ‘til the numbness in the balls of your feet subdued and your worries washed away, but truthfully—you needed a damn break.
The office was finally starting to get to you, the deadlines once easy to meet, suddenly became grueling, your boss stockpiling countless hours of assignments so far outside of your skillset it caused your boring desk job to feel like a nightmare.
So after your nth week in a row of unpaid overtime, you decided to clock out—actually on time for once, ignoring the very papers your boss swore you had to complete and marched right into the dive bar across the street.
The pencil skirt you wore felt unbelievably tight against your stomach as you sat frumped over the bar counter, the leather seat sticking to the underside of your sweaty thighs.
One shot became two, and two shots became four and suddenly, you were ordering the shittiest overpriced IPA on the menu, because tonight was allllll yours—
—until it wasn’t.
The radio began to crackle in your ears signaling a station change, when suddenly; a blaring array of guitars and sorrowful melodies bleed into the background of the glasses clacking and voices chattering.
It was some twangy ballad, a boring tempo with a far too catchy chorus for the melancholic feeling of the evening. Was it Toby Keith? Alan Jackson? Hell, maybe it was Twitty, the almost ‘fake’ sounding southern accent was beginning to thump uncomfortably deep in your chest, and you couldn’t get out of there any faster.
Standing up from your chair, a low guttural sound gets your attention. “You ignorin’ me sweet pea?” the man questions, quickly grabbing the seat next to you.
Turning in the directions of the voice, you’re met with a man beginning to sit down, a loud groan soaring from his chest due to the motions of hopping on the bar stool.
There was no way he was talking to you right?
He’s far older than you, the wrinkles around his eyes showing every memory of the years he’s spent living etched to his tanned skin, eyes of amber staring so deeply into your eyes it’s as if he was learning everything about you all without having to ask, his lips parted in a sleazy grin.
He only leans in closer, the smell of cedar and booze burning your nostrils. “I’ll let ya in on a little secret… that bartender over there?” he points across the room at a long haired man facing away from the two of you. “He knows me reallll well, and if you lemme buy ya a drink, I’ll tell him to switch it back.”
Up close, you could look past the scruffiness of his beard and the silver strands painting his hairline, your mouth drying when you realized he was impeccably handsome.
“Does that line work on everyone?” you pry, attempting to hide the giddy feeling in your chest at his forwardness.
“Nope. Not always.”
Humming, you tilt your head away from him, beginning to swirl your beer bottle around the hardwood tabletop, watching the mahogany glass rotate. “What a shame.”
“Names Joel,” he responds, foot tapping on the hardwood floors. “Take it you won’t tell me yours so I won’t bother.”
Rolling your lips over your teeth, you reluctantly tell him your name, wondering if you look just as awkward as you feel.
“Pretty name for a pretty lady.” he chuckles, eyes drinking you in. “Cute little get up you’re wearing… a little too fancy for the bar ain’t it?”
“Came straight from work.”
“I see.” nodding, he swallows the rest his drink, the droplets of whisky falling from the corner of his lip.
You watch it drip, the bronze liquid streaming through his beard, tumbling right against his jawline. “Got a little something on your lip, Joel.” Your fingers come up to meet his skin, swiping the liquid on the pad of your thumb, the wetness cold against your warm touch.
“Good at takin’ care of people aren’t ya?”
Replacing the uncertainty between the two of you, something warm blooms inside of you, your smile turning into a wicked grin. “So I’ve been told.”
Joel turns his head, placing a soft kiss to your thumb, talking lowly into the flesh. “You probably needed to unwind, blow off some steam huh?” he’s pressing you now, talking into your hand as if he’s known you his whole life as he continues. “Well just so ya know, I’ve been told i’m good for that.”
“Are you now?”
“Yep,” he affirms, greying brown hair flicking over in the direction of the bathroom doors. “Could show ya if you’d like.”
“Fuckkk!”
Joel’s hands are on you before you can realize what’s happening, the same grip pulling on your neck that dragged you to the back of the men's restroom in a rickety stall now slidesss down your spine, calloused digits ripping your skirt open with a pop!
“That’s expensive!” you scream, trying to swat his hand away.
“Sorry sweetheart,” he groans, quickly grabbing your palms with his free hand, pressing them tight against the wall. “This things just too damn tight.”
The tiles are sticky and cold beneath your skin, body unable to move as he pries your skirt and panties down your legs in one seamless swoooop, Joel taking an extra precaution to make sure you don’t notice him pocket the skimpy lace in his jeans.
“Woulda liked to prep ya before hand but…” Joel talks out loud, bringing his hand around your front, palm cupping your chubby pussy. “…you looked too damn good to pass up on.”
Mewling, your cunt squelches as he spreads your lips, fingers scooping your gooey essence up to your clit. “Shit baby, you’re fuckin’ soaked.” he laughs, placing a slap to your clit before he’s soothing it over with his fingers.
“Mmm—Fuck! ‘s always the ones who play hard to get right?” you choke out, body already becoming jelly in his grip.
“Ha! That was you playin’ hard to get? Didn’t seem like it dolly cus I got you reallll quick.” he almost giggles, giving a pinch to your clit.
“Tbought you were flirting to flirt, not to fuck—ahh shit!” you squeal, naked ass shaking into his rock hard member, the protrusion already feeling fat and swollen from behind you.
“When I saw your pretty face turning sour at the bar, I knew you’d look real cute stuffed full of my cock.” he admits, sighing at the relief of you grinding into his pants, his fingers pressing harder into your clit. “Gotta work on that music taste of yours though.”
If your blush radiating on your skin wasn’t from Joel’s hand playing with your clit, you were sure it was from that mouth on him, the raunchy lewdness of his voice only making your cunt wetter by the second.
“You have a dirty mouth Joel.”
His lip grazes your collarbone, scratchy beard obnoxiously sliding up to the back of your ear, pink tongue licking the flesh. “Darlin’ I’m old, you think I’d say something if I didn’t mean it?”
“No… I just didn't take you for a nasty man.”
He laughs at that, a firm palm digging into your sensitive clit as he sticks two fingers inside of your walls, the stretching making both of you moan. “Oh baby, I’m down right disgusting.”
“B-Better make it worth it then.”
He’s quick with his jeans, popping the fly and pulling his cock out of his underwear just enough to let it spring free, burgundy cockhead angry and throbbing as he slaps it on each globular asscheek.
Joel gathers a fat glob of spit in his mouth, slinging it past his lips and down to the boiling shaft of his cock with a hiss, lining himself up towards your entrance. “You’re making me one happy ol’ man sweetheart.”
“You’d be even happier if you—fuckkkkk!”
Suddenly, his fingers are quickly replaced by thick inches sinking into your cunt, spitting insides wide open, throbbing mushroom tip kissing your cervix. “Oh yeah darlin’… biggg stretch comin’ from behind ya.” he huffs, a guttural laugh echoing the bathroom walls. “Guess I should’ve warned ya huh?”
“Oh my god Joel!” Yelping, it’s hard to contain yourself at the protrusion stuffing you full, the veiny shaft brushing perfectly into your g-spot. “So fucking big!”
“As much as I wanna hear you scream,” Joel’s thick hand comes up to the back of your head, slamming you down deep into the sink, forcing your back into a deep arch. His alcohol filled words whisper urgently into the shell of your ear, “you gotta be real quiet for me now.”
“C-Can’t! I Can’t—”
“—Nuh-uh,” he cuts you off, a sharp trust making your ass clap against his hips. “You can. Jus’ need some help huh?” he teases your garbled whines, his hand drifting from your tangled hair down to your slacked jaw, placing a finger inside of it.
You moan around the digits, the salty taste of sweat filling your tastebuds; you wrap your lips around it, swirling your tongue around the notch of his knuckles.
“Ahh jus’ like that baby doll. Bet ya’d suck me off just as sweet.” he coos, adding another finger inside, pressing them so deep down your throat you gag. “Bet ya’d make these pretty noises too.”
He’s mean, a calculated free hand shifting the cold porcelain of the sink off your skin, replacing it with his hand between your thighs. Joel’s middle and ring finger begin to circle your clit, watching how your face begins to convulse in the mirror. “Such a tight little pussy, squeezin’ me so hard”
The sink fixture begins to rapidly wobble in place, perfectly coinciding with every snapping thrust of Joel’s angry hips, his cock perfectly shaping your velvety canal to him.
“Oh fuck Joel!” Mewling, the angle of your head easily allows blood to pool to your ears, the feeling making you feel far more dizzy than the drinks you’ve already consumed, your body drunk off of Joel’s cock. “Didn’t think you’d b-be so—”
“—Big?” he cuts you off, halting his fast pace positioning his cock in and out of you for a much slower, far a more brutal one. “Mmm—no—maybe rough?” Placing a rough pinch to your throbbing clit, your eyes begin to swell with tears, fat globs collecting in the corners of your eyes. “Spit it out baby girl.”
“Mean! You’re so mean!” Finally you get it out, voice wobbly and roaring over the sounds of skin slapping.
“Mhm, I am mean. But this pretty hole fuckin’ loves it, listen to ya.” he hushes, angling his cockhead to gush around your g-spot with every roll of his hips, your wetness taking control over you. “Are ya crying honey?” he tsks, grabbing you with his free hand to meet his stare in the mirror, “can’t tell what’s wetter, you… or this pussy.”
“B-Both! Please—I’m closeee.” you whine, the coil in your belly tightening rapidly, your release beginning to rumble between your thighs.
“Keep squeezin’ me cus you love this cock huh? Tryin’ to keep me inside aren’t ya?”
“Yes! Please let me cum—please.” You’ll do or say anything to cum at this point, desire and pure determination overriding your senses, clammy hands almost unable to hold yourself up as the pleasure takes overdrive.
“Mmm—go ahead baby. I’ll be keepin’ this pussy nice and full—”
“—Joel!” With one rough finger pressing harshly into your bud you cum, multicolored stars and white static images appearing behind your eyes as you slam them shut, your legs buckling beneath you.
“Fuck baby.”
Joel isn’t far behind you, balls heavy and cock throbbing, your release makes his plump shaft even wetter, easily maneuvering inside of you in an attempt to chase his own high.
Your pussy becomes so sensitive that every pump from his dick causes you to clench, sticky walls suffocating his cockhead. “You like that? Want me to cum inside ya ‘n make a big mess?”
“N-No!”
He laughs, watching your fucked out appearance in the mirror, hair messy, eyes dripping. “Aww darlin’ I’m shootin’ blanks nowadays, t-there ain’t nothing you gotta worry about—and how nice would it be seein’ you walk outta here stuffed full of my cum?”
“No! Fuck—please-No!”
“Alright I get it. Don’t wanna ruin that lil’ career of yours huh? Such a smart girl.” he coos, building his pace at an alarming rate, his hipbones surely bruising your ass. “Gonna make me c-cum? Where ya want it sweetpea?”
“Outside! Make a mess on me!” Pleading, your suddenly taken a back as Joel rips his cock out of your walls. Wincing at the loss of contact, you watch the way he begins to rapidly stroke his shaft, swirling his fist perfectly around the sticky tip.
“Fuck! That’s it—take it baby.” With a groan he cums, pearly beads of his orgasm shooting wildly out his cock, his hand aiming the release onto your skin.
His seed messily paints your ass, heavy buckets of creamy sap dripping down the curve of your hips to your thighs, the salty smell filling your nostrils.
Before you can collect your bearings and figure out the fucked out, messed up situation you’ve found yourself in with a stranger, the sounds of knocking begin blaring through the walls.
It sounds angry, the person banging so hard it causes the door to shake, your stomach turning sour at getting caught.
“Joel! Don’t know who… or what yer’ doing in there, but ‘m about to close up so get the hell outta here!”
Looking at him like a deer in headlights, you’re shocked at how Joel doesn’t respond, instead he begins to tuck his softening cock back into his jeans, ignoring the situation unfolding.
“W-Who’s that?” you ask quietly, folding your skirt over your wrecked thighs and creamy covered ass.
Scoffing, Joel mutters lowly, “my brother.”
The two of you get silently begin to fix yourselves back together, wiping your eyes and adjusting your blouse, the bathroom door finally swings open, revealing a blonde haired man staring back at the two of you.
“How many times have I told ya to stop fucking my customers! ‘s bad for the business.”
a/n: i cannot lie to yall when i say this is the first joel fic i’ve wrote in like MONTHS where it hasn’t made me feel sick of him! still burnt out on the millers baddd but im glad i got something im decently proud of published!! also totally outlined this on docs and wrote it on tumblr so if theres any mistakes my apologies!!!!!!!!!
18+ MDNI, established relationship, cunnilingus, fem! reader, man handling, sweetie aang, overstimulation, short n sweet.ᐟ
It’s the little things Aang consistently seems to take notice of when it comes to you, slate colored eyes always constantly observing the slight changes of your mind, body, and spirit.
He notices the way your nose twists up in displeasure when you sip tea that’s far too bitter for your tastes. The knowing tell your lower lip does when you catch on to a joke, the laughter blooming throughout your body into the prettiest giggle.
And the bedroom, he’s no different.
It starts the same. Aang’s head rests snuggly between your legs, planting delicate kisses to the inside of your thighs, fully revelling in the way you feel on his mouth.
“Perfect. So perfect.”
His ears focus in on the sounds you make when he places a final kiss to your soaked lips, your essence sugar on his tounge. As the conductor, he turns your gasps into breathtaking symphonies with each burst of pleasure he gives you, your body fully slacked in his grasp.
“Aang,” you inhale, your voice teetering on the edge from shyness to boldness, his mouth feeling a little too good to the point your unable to hold back much longer, sweat beading at your hairline.
He stills his breathing, allowing himself to listen to the little sounds that slip from your mouth, how they slowly build louder and louder.
He’s been toying with your orgasm for hours and your body begins to feel the ache, swollen clit pulsating between his swollen bottom lip. “Almost there sweetness.” He murmurs, tongue circling the button so soft it makes your body vibrate down to your bones, your nervous system haywire.
“Doing so good for me.” Aang’s honey soaked voice continues. Your sex is the altar he carnally desires to praise with his full devotion, taffy colored tongue expertly lapping up your sap as if you deserve it, because truthfully, you do.
His perfect, sweet girl, the one who truly feels like home in the elements surrounding him. When the ground moves beneath him, you're there to stabilize him and pick up the pieces of himself he can’t seem to find on his own.
“You’re s-so good to me,” you babble breathlessly. His mouth makes you feel like your floating, chest airy and belly soaring. Your gaze descends downwards, dizzy eyes looking down at the man you love bowing to you, but his eyes are already looking back at you.
Of course, he's watching.
He watches how you relax deeper into his tongue as he swipes it between your flesh, compared to how you squeak when he slowly traces his name on your clit, his way of searing his allegiance towards always being here for you, always making you feel valued.
The four letters he traces begin to make your cunt feel as if it’s on fire, body absentmindedly inching away from him and the feverish stimuli, your shoulders hitting the mahogany grain.
“Sweetheart, where are you going?” He mumbles, head shaking between your legs, dark brows furrowing.
The countless years of training have been favorable to him, the strong swollen muscles in his biceps pulling you back down to him. He maneuvers you around with a sheepish grin, raising your plush thighs high up into the air, his fingertips searing deep indents into the soft flesh.
“Come here, I got you.”
Your legs are urged to wrap around his head, and as if its muscle memory, your ankles lock seamlessly together on the back of his neck. You urge his mouth deeper past your swollen lips , his soft nose bumping your bundle of nerves.
“I’m close.” You sigh, the warm caress of your hand finding the top of his head, stopping just above his tattoo.
You’re shaking, hips jerking, thighs tensing. Rapidly, your hips begin to circle his face, your slick, slick, mound grinding perfectly against his slacked jaw.
“I know you are, I can always feel it.” His words are muffled in the strong grip of your thighs, yet he knows the exact face you're making, the countless times watching you come undone for him flicker in his mind, blurry visions of your eyes clamped shut, mouth wide open.
Aang brings two fingers up to your entrance, prodding the flesh of your aching hole. Softly, he presses them deep inside your velvet walls, notching them to the second knuckle. He lets the slick smoothly drift him up to your sweet spot, fingerprints setting a firm pace, the one that always makes you melt.
“Oh, right there!” You yell, voice roaring over the pooling blood pumping in his ears.
Your hands fumble in linen sheets, the homespun materials faltering beneath your palms with every fumble. You’re attempting to grip anything in front of you, seeking solace in the lush pleasure of Aang’s skilled mouth.
Aang notices, bringing his unoccupied hand to yours, fingers interlocking you into place. You take his hand roughly, squeezing with all the strength in your bones, because Aang can take it.
He’s strong enough to level a nation with the same hands that hold you down, the fingertips inside of you possessing the power to cause destruction and tear down every barrier he comes across, including the band in your belly.
“Cum for me love,” he coos, and instantly—you come undone.
“Aang!”
Your release snaps through you like a band bouncing back, soaking his face in rampant droplets of pleasure. Your thighs begin to shake, the rumbling waves crashing and rocking you, your body keening into him.
“Just like that.” He praises, guiding you through the feeling. Although, his mouth doesn’t let up on your clit, forcing the full feeling to soar up your legs and down your chest.
“T-Too much!” You yelp, knees pressing into his neck.
But he knows you can feel even better, so Aang keeps going until you stop jerking in his grasp, a tell tale sign the pain has blossomed back into pleasure.
“Give me another one, please?” He asks so nicely, yet his eager mouth is already swiping your sticky sex.
His sopping tongue is ready to make you fall over the edge time and time again, knowing his hands will be the ones to catch you every time you fall.
a/n: not my usual style but that seems to be the new normal for me now hehe i just loooovee how we all really fr grew up with aang :’)
╰ mutual masturbation sounds like a good idea... until your fingers get tired and your frustrating boyfriend refuses to help you out
18+ MDNI, established relationship, porn without plot, guided masturbation, gojo being…gojo, fem!reader, begging, fingering, handjobs, teasing, dirty talk, pussy pronouns, clit slapping, edging, reverse creampie?, gojo making a mess.ᐟ
“Look at you… hey—do me a big favor, and give her a biggg kiss with those fingers for me would ya?” Gojo can’t help the wild grin that appears on his flushed cheeks, his teasing words coming out tender and full of adoration towards the squelching scene in front of him.
It’s not everyday he gets to have you like this, his toned thighs comfortably relaxed beneath you, the muscles occasionally jerking each time the edge of his white knuckled fist kisses his red hot tip, your own legs lazily sprawled open on top, his heavy cock inches away from your sappy cunt.
Not touching.
A knowing flush creeps up through your chest, cunt feeling warm and fuzzy at Gojo’s dirty mouth. “Fuck!” Your fingers swirl just right on your sensitive bundle of nerves, sticky fingertips suctioning off the flesh, halting the moments. Your palm collides with your pussy, a fat ‘slaaap’ slamming down between your aching lips, a raunchy smack echoing in the bedroom.
Gojo grunts, his fist firmly squeezing at the base of his irritated tip to starve off his release, streaky droplets of precum riveting down the beet-red head. “We should have tried this sooner, babe. Think I’ve got the best seat in the house.”
His voice only pisses you off, your fingers frustrated as they dip back into your crying hole, fat pussy lips swallowing the small digits down your canal with a squelch, velvet walls greedily gulping down every ounce of stimuli you give it.
“Be even better i-if you’d help me out!” You chide, slamming your eyes shut.
Moaning, your hips buck up to your hands, chasing the dull flicks of your stubby fingers, movements so close yet so far from reaching that gummy spot you desire.
Gojo knows exactly what you're imagining—well… for the most part, mind playing pretty little pictures of his slender fingers fucking up into you instead, imagining it was the thick protrusion plunging inside of you, hitting all the spots you can’t.
“Mmm—nahhh. I think you’ve got it.” He snorts back, dragging a large palm up the inside of your thigh. He can feel the wetness from the soft skin of your legs, the delectable heat radiating off your poor little cunt—but now that he’s started this little game between the two of you, he refuses to give in. “Heh—maybe raise these hips up a little higher, gotta work with what you have baby.”
Every crying sob and animalistic whimper echoing out from your shaking chest sounds like music to his piqued ears, his cock throbbing to the very tune of your squelching lips.
Thick sap continuously coats your thighs in rivers of your visual pleasure, making a mess between the sheets. The sweet and abundantly sticky liquid he so desperately wishes he could lap up with his pink tongue clings to your skin, the scent of your sugary saccharine cunt so strong he can practically taste it.
“You’re not being nice Toru, don’t even k-know why I agreed to this in the first place.”
You're growing desperate, fingertips stuttering, movements slowing. To you, the feeling is dreadful, your body so desperate to cum your crying and pleading, but for Gojo? it’s fucking heavenly.
“Because it’s sooo fuckin’ hot. Watching my girl struggling to touch her pretty pussy, crying out for my help?” He questions, giving your thigh a firm love tap, a cheshire grin rolling over his face when your eyes flutter back open, pupils black, swollen mouth parted in the sexiest little pout. “I’d say it’s a pretty good trade off don’t you think?”
“No! Fuck!” Screaming, the pads of your fingers slow down, inadvertently edging yourself completely on accident. You take one good look at him, and although his cock is painfully hard, the rest of him is calm. Too calm. “And fuck you too.”
“Fuck me? Nope, I don’t think so.” He laughs, popping the ‘p’ with just enough force that it frustrates you even further, your fingers slowing their movements.
He feels like the world's best—worst boyfriend ever, watching your fingers struggle with fucking you as deep as your tiny hole desires. He knows you can do it though, your resistance only further pushing his selfish narrative.
“Quit usin’ you’re fingers if they don’t work right, and touch that clit for me baby.” He says it like an order, tongue clicking to the roof of his mouth with a nod, aquamarine eyes starting down your swollen bud. “Do it how I’d do it.”
“But you can do it! R-Right now actually—“
“—Nope.”
You groan, and he can feel the way your legs tense sharply from above his thighs, heated clit throbbing and swollen from the grueling hours of unwanted teasing, your tacky wetness dripping down to the bed.
You readjust, knees bending slightly to open your pussylips right up for him, your perky clit and glistening inner walls shining in the slight reflection of the sunlight peaking through the curtains, cunt wide open—all for Gojo’s viewing.
“Use two fingers, and do it realll slow.”
You listen, your wrinkled fingertips from the time wasted fucking in and out of your pussy slide up to your clit, pressing down into the flesh. “Shitttt.” It’s almost too slow, too faint; ghost-like touches begin to swivel recklessly around your clit, feeling the folds softly enveloping into your touch like silk, your shoulders relaxing, body melting.
“Yeah honey, that feel good? It looks like it does.” Gojo postures, leaning forward slightly to spit down on his throbbing cock, bubbly spit dripping wildly down his milky shaft as he begins to build his pace back up. “Lookin’ real cute touching that pussy.”
“Mhm! I—I N-Need more.” You whimper, your poor neglected hole leaking, muscles clenching around nothing.
You’ve never been the one to tell him exactly what you want, Gojo always having to tease it out of you with a bite to your neck, or a pinch to your thighs. He can tell you want him to touch you so badly, but he wants to hear you say it.
“Tch—tell me what’s going on inside that pretty lil’ head of yours.” His hands are impatient, hands digging into the plush flesh of your thighs, letting it roll along the prints of his sweaty fingers, squeezing down hard enough to make you squeal every time his occupied hand collides with his thick cock. “W-Wanna hear it.”
“Want you…” you trail off, mouth agape at the sight of his fingers wrapping all the way around his weepy tip. “…I-I need some help, w-want your fingers.”
“You got two hands,” he points with his head in the direction of your hand relaxed beside your chest. “That one’s doin’ nothing, use that.”
“No—Fuck! Won’t be big enough!”
“Hmm?” Gojo watches you struggle, cunt twisting and turning with how hard it’s clenching, imagining how hard you’d be choking his cock instead. “Wha’ was that? Think both of my girls were tryin’ to tell me something.”
Blushing, you speak up, a new found confidence taking over your fucked out brain. “My fingers! Fuck Toru I need you,” you plead, taking his lazy hand off from your knee, bringing it up to your pussy. “Please touch me.”
“Shittt.” The warmth of your cunt hits him first, a boiling heat practically swallowing him into your sticky cavern. Gojo’s ivory hand drifts aimlessly up your slit, fingers collecting a broad load of glossy slick.
“Always gotta get your way.” He sighs, using your uncontrollable stickiness to his advantage, wildly swiping it up and down your skin, little ‘plaps’ of your gushy pussy echoing your eardrums. “Greedy,” he shivers, fingers drifting down to your entrance.
“Stop!”
“Oh! You want me to stop?” He questions with a piqued brow, his hand now drifting away from your cunt.
He watches you struggle with a smile, hips wildly bucking to meet his hand, your bottom lip quivering. “Fuck no Satoru, not like that!”
“Satoru? Thought today I was your Toru?”
“You’re being a dick.”
“Yeah, and you looove it—“ Scoffing, his fingers dip into your entrance, and the words die on his dry tongue. “Fuck baby, you’re soaked.”
Your pussy easily gives Gojo access, slim fingertips prodding your stretched out entrance—yet for his digits it’s tight, knuckles pressing deeper ‘n deeper until he’s buried two of them to the hilt, legs shaking, cunt crying.
“Keep squeezin’ me just like that. I can take it.” He gasps, chewing his bottom lip beneath his canines so hard he’s sure he must have drawn blood by now. Your cunt is just too damn tight, suffocating walls swallowing his fingers whole.
Easily distracted, your hand begins to grip his cock, the shaft bouncing prettily up to your hand. “Haa—Shit!”Gojo’s hips jump, cock colliding deeper into your fist as the delicious beads of precum drip down your grasp.
“Missed you Toru.” You smile, staring daggers into the fat vein that swirls around his shaft, gawking at his plethora of inches.
The clammy grip around his milky cock is so sticky, it allows you do easily slide up and down aimlessly, the blood flowing straight to his tip, his mouth running a mile a minute. “So pretty, oh fuck baby, you’re driving me crazy.”
The two of you are entranced in the messy squelches and moans erupting from one another, he flicks his fingers into your cunt, and you squeeze his cock, a lustful back and forth motion between the two of you.
Gojo curls his fingers up! the calloused pads easily finding your sweet, sweet g-spot. He skillfully flicks rapid motions into the squishy flesh, instantly shooting pleasure down your thighs. “Harder—Deeper! Need to feel you Toruuuu!” Your screaming, drool gathering at the corner of your slacked jaw.
Your hips jerk uncontrollably, hipbones pressed right up into the white ceiling, forcing him deep as humanly possible in your sopping cunt. Your hands still, roughly squeezing down hard on his cock, your movements coming to a feverish halt at the pleasure blooming in your core.
The lack of stimulation on his pulsating cock causes Gojo to whine. “D-Don’t stop—Don’t… Don’t fuckin’ m-move.” He can’t help but beg, his own hips beginning to move beneath your thighs, forcing your hand to continue jerking at his length.
He watches as your free hand begins to lazily circle your clit once more, matching the pumps of his fingers scissoring in and out of your pussy to the shaky circles around your sensitive button. Each time you rub that sweet spot, your moans grow even more wild. “Mmm fuck! K-Keep going!”
He can tell your close by the way your stomach begins to twist, your thighs jerking every time he flicks upwards. “Gonna cum on my fingers? Make a mess?”
But you can’t respond, eyes slamming shut. Instead, you roll your body against his fingers, using him like a toy. “Fuck baby, u-use me. T-Take it—shit! ‘s all yours.” He stutters, the sight of you getting off making his cock painfully swollen.
“T-Toruuu!” The air in the room thickens at the signs of your release, the sap of your sugary sex soaking his fingers as you mewl, eyes prickling and seeing stars.
“Jus’ like that.” He praises, fingers forcibly riding out your release, watching your body contort in pleaser.
But you just can’t seem to focus on him or his cock.
Gojo wraps a free hand around the smaller one currently stationary on his shaft, using your hand to jerk himself off. “Keep breathin’ for me—and keep stroking this cock.”
You fully go limp, letting him use your hand—but it’s still not enough for him, a strangled groan squeezing out of his throat. “Nuh-uh don’t stop, you’re gonna milk me d-dryyy.”
Gojo’s slurred speech makes your weary eyes creep open, watching how he’s so close to his own release, his balls tight to his shaft. His azure eyes are blown out, his chest shinny with a pretty gleam of sweat, carved abs recklessly shaking. He’s so close to cumming, and it makes you clench down hard on his fingers. “E-Every last drop?”
He stares down at your hand struggling to wrap around his thick shaft compared to his own, the veins on his forearm throbbing at how tight you’re choking his cock. “Fuck-yes! J-Just keep doin’ that with your hand baby.”
“Mhm, wanna see you make a mess.” You're staring at him wide eyed, stars practically shining in your eyes as you question him, the sight making his hand around yours fucking his cock crazily making your movements stutter.
“Y-Yeah?” He’s running your hand up and down his cock like a madman, smearing his spit and precum wildly around his shaft, occasionally squeezing down hard at his tip, your fists swirling the flesh. “Fuck—I know you do, g-gonna help me cle—fuck!—clean it up too, aren't you?”
“Yes—“
“—where you want it baby?” He’s cutting you off, his sticky squelching growling louder and louder as he uses you to jerk off, cockhead so desperately begging to cum. “Your belly… your—no!—our pussy? Probably want it inside of your fucking cunt, already got her alllll stretched out on my fingers—shit! K-Keep doin’ that baby!”
He finally lets go of your hand, watching shamelessly as you keep up with the same feverish pace he’d set, your tired arm wobbly jerking him off.
Speaking softly, he can barely hear you over the sounds of his sticky cock. “Can you… c-can you cum on my pussy?”
“O-Oh?” Blinking, Gojo looks down, feeling how you clench around his fingers still trapped in your tight cunt. “On…her?” He points, using his digits still grappled into your soaked cunt, fingertips arching into your g-spot.
“Ah—Yes! Please!”
“Okay, t-then take it.” Suddenly, he’s ripping his hand out from your swollen cunt, thick wads of hot cum jumping out from his cock, landing right onto your soppy mound. “Fuckkk!” Thick swollen balls release loads upon loads of sticky cum all around your pussy lips, painting them a cute lil’ shade of white ivory. “Keep goin’ fuck baby—take all of ittt.”
And you do, hand aimlessly rolling rope after rope from his aching cock. “Oh my god! So much Toru!”
Gawking at the creamy rivers dripping down your fat pussy, he’s unable to stop his hand as it follows, collecting the load on his fingers, stuffing them back inside of you. “Y-Yeah, and it’s all for you.”
“All of it?” Gasping, your sensitive cunt begins to heat up, feeling him dig his seed into up into your walls. He pulls them out, repeating the motions over and over, filling your cunt with his cum. “Fuck! ‘s too much!”
Giggling, his eyes find yours, unable to hide the crazed look on his face as he stuffs you full, fingers arching into your g-spot, he speaks. “Mhm—all of it baby, remember? Y’said every last drop didn’t ya?”
Every. last. drop.
a/n: hehe okay this was totally based on this p!link i saw and i couldn’t get it off my mind. also-got totally carried away but sometimes i seriously cant help myself so like… my bad
╰ mutual masturbation sounds like a good idea... until your fingers get tired and your frustrating boyfriend refuses to help you out
18+ MDNI, established relationship, porn without plot, guided masturbation, gojo being…gojo, fem!reader, begging, fingering, handjobs, teasing, dirty talk, pussy pronouns, clit slapping, edging, reverse creampie?, gojo making a mess.ᐟ
“Look at you… hey—do me a big favor, and give her a biggg kiss with those fingers for me would ya?” Gojo can’t help the wild grin that appears on his flushed cheeks, his teasing words coming out tender and full of adoration towards the squelching scene in front of him.
It’s not everyday he gets to have you like this, his toned thighs comfortably relaxed beneath you, the muscles occasionally jerking each time the edge of his white knuckled fist kisses his red hot tip, your own legs lazily sprawled open on top, his heavy cock inches away from your sappy cunt.
Not touching.
A knowing flush creeps up through your chest, cunt feeling warm and fuzzy at Gojo’s dirty mouth. “Fuck!” Your fingers swirl just right on your sensitive bundle of nerves, sticky fingertips suctioning off the flesh, halting the moments. Your palm collides with your pussy, a fat ‘slaaap’ slamming down between your aching lips, a raunchy smack echoing in the bedroom.
Gojo grunts, his fist firmly squeezing at the base of his irritated tip to starve off his release, streaky droplets of precum riveting down the beet-red head. “We should have tried this sooner, babe. Think I’ve got the best seat in the house.”
His voice only pisses you off, your fingers frustrated as they dip back into your crying hole, fat pussy lips swallowing the small digits down your canal with a squelch, velvet walls greedily gulping down every ounce of stimuli you give it.
“Be even better i-if you’d help me out!” You chide, slamming your eyes shut.
Moaning, your hips buck up to your hands, chasing the dull flicks of your stubby fingers, movements so close yet so far from reaching that gummy spot you desire.
Gojo knows exactly what you're imagining—well… for the most part, mind playing pretty little pictures of his slender fingers fucking up into you instead, imagining it was the thick protrusion plunging inside of you, hitting all the spots you can’t.
“Mmm—nahhh. I think you’ve got it.” He snorts back, dragging a large palm up the inside of your thigh. He can feel the wetness from the soft skin of your legs, the delectable heat radiating off your poor little cunt—but now that he’s started this little game between the two of you, he refuses to give in. “Heh—maybe raise these hips up a little higher, gotta work with what you have baby.”
Every crying sob and animalistic whimper echoing out from your shaking chest sounds like music to his piqued ears, his cock throbbing to the very tune of your squelching lips.
Thick sap continuously coats your thighs in rivers of your visual pleasure, making a mess between the sheets. The sweet and abundantly sticky liquid he so desperately wishes he could lap up with his pink tongue clings to your skin, the scent of your sugary saccharine cunt so strong he can practically taste it.
“You’re not being nice Toru, don’t even k-know why I agreed to this in the first place.”
You're growing desperate, fingertips stuttering, movements slowing. To you, the feeling is dreadful, your body so desperate to cum your crying and pleading, but for Gojo? it’s fucking heavenly.
“Because it’s sooo fuckin’ hot. Watching my girl struggling to touch her pretty pussy, crying out for my help?” He questions, giving your thigh a firm love tap, a cheshire grin rolling over his face when your eyes flutter back open, pupils black, swollen mouth parted in the sexiest little pout. “I’d say it’s a pretty good trade off don’t you think?”
“No! Fuck!” Screaming, the pads of your fingers slow down, inadvertently edging yourself completely on accident. You take one good look at him, and although his cock is painfully hard, the rest of him is calm. Too calm. “And fuck you too.”
“Fuck me? Nope, I don’t think so.” He laughs, popping the ‘p’ with just enough force that it frustrates you even further, your fingers slowing their movements.
He feels like the world's best—worst boyfriend ever, watching your fingers struggle with fucking you as deep as your tiny hole desires. He knows you can do it though, your resistance only further pushing his selfish narrative.
“Quit usin’ you’re fingers if they don’t work right, and touch that clit for me baby.” He says it like an order, tongue clicking to the roof of his mouth with a nod, aquamarine eyes starting down your swollen bud. “Do it how I’d do it.”
“But you can do it! R-Right now actually—“
“—Nope.”
You groan, and he can feel the way your legs tense sharply from above his thighs, heated clit throbbing and swollen from the grueling hours of unwanted teasing, your tacky wetness dripping down to the bed.
You readjust, knees bending slightly to open your pussylips right up for him, your perky clit and glistening inner walls shining in the slight reflection of the sunlight peaking through the curtains, cunt wide open—all for Gojo’s viewing.
“Use two fingers, and do it realll slow.”
You listen, your wrinkled fingertips from the time wasted fucking in and out of your pussy slide up to your clit, pressing down into the flesh. “Shitttt.” It’s almost too slow, too faint; ghost-like touches begin to swivel recklessly around your clit, feeling the folds softly enveloping into your touch like silk, your shoulders relaxing, body melting.
“Yeah honey, that feel good? It looks like it does.” Gojo postures, leaning forward slightly to spit down on his throbbing cock, bubbly spit dripping wildly down his milky shaft as he begins to build his pace back up. “Lookin’ real cute touching that pussy.”
“Mhm! I—I N-Need more.” You whimper, your poor neglected hole leaking, muscles clenching around nothing.
You’ve never been the one to tell him exactly what you want, Gojo always having to tease it out of you with a bite to your neck, or a pinch to your thighs. He can tell you want him to touch you so badly, but he wants to hear you say it.
“Tch—tell me what’s going on inside that pretty lil’ head of yours.” His hands are impatient, hands digging into the plush flesh of your thighs, letting it roll along the prints of his sweaty fingers, squeezing down hard enough to make you squeal every time his occupied hand collides with his thick cock. “W-Wanna hear it.”
“Want you…” you trail off, mouth agape at the sight of his fingers wrapping all the way around his weepy tip. “…I-I need some help, w-want your fingers.”
“You got two hands,” he points with his head in the direction of your hand relaxed beside your chest. “That one’s doin’ nothing, use that.”
“No—Fuck! Won’t be big enough!”
“Hmm?” Gojo watches you struggle, cunt twisting and turning with how hard it’s clenching, imagining how hard you’d be choking his cock instead. “Wha’ was that? Think both of my girls were tryin’ to tell me something.”
Blushing, you speak up, a new found confidence taking over your fucked out brain. “My fingers! Fuck Toru I need you,” you plead, taking his lazy hand off from your knee, bringing it up to your pussy. “Please touch me.”
“Shittt.” The warmth of your cunt hits him first, a boiling heat practically swallowing him into your sticky cavern. Gojo’s ivory hand drifts aimlessly up your slit, fingers collecting a broad load of glossy slick.
“Always gotta get your way.” He sighs, using your uncontrollable stickiness to his advantage, wildly swiping it up and down your skin, little ‘plaps’ of your gushy pussy echoing your eardrums. “Greedy,” he shivers, fingers drifting down to your entrance.
“Stop!”
“Oh! You want me to stop?” He questions with a piqued brow, his hand now drifting away from your cunt.
He watches you struggle with a smile, hips wildly bucking to meet his hand, your bottom lip quivering. “Fuck no Satoru, not like that!”
“Satoru? Thought today I was your Toru?”
“You’re being a dick.”
“Yeah, and you looove it—“ Scoffing, his fingers dip into your entrance, and the words die on his dry tongue. “Fuck baby, you’re soaked.”
Your pussy easily gives Gojo access, slim fingertips prodding your stretched out entrance—yet for his digits it’s tight, knuckles pressing deeper ‘n deeper until he’s buried two of them to the hilt, legs shaking, cunt crying.
“Keep squeezin’ me just like that. I can take it.” He gasps, chewing his bottom lip beneath his canines so hard he’s sure he must have drawn blood by now. Your cunt is just too damn tight, suffocating walls swallowing his fingers whole.
Easily distracted, your hand begins to grip his cock, the shaft bouncing prettily up to your hand. “Haa—Shit!”Gojo’s hips jump, cock colliding deeper into your fist as the delicious beads of precum drip down your grasp.
“Missed you Toru.” You smile, staring daggers into the fat vein that swirls around his shaft, gawking at his plethora of inches.
The clammy grip around his milky cock is so sticky, it allows you do easily slide up and down aimlessly, the blood flowing straight to his tip, his mouth running a mile a minute. “So pretty, oh fuck baby, you’re driving me crazy.”
The two of you are entranced in the messy squelches and moans erupting from one another, he flicks his fingers into your cunt, and you squeeze his cock, a lustful back and forth motion between the two of you.
Gojo curls his fingers up! the calloused pads easily finding your sweet, sweet g-spot. He skillfully flicks rapid motions into the squishy flesh, instantly shooting pleasure down your thighs. “Harder—Deeper! Need to feel you Toruuuu!” Your screaming, drool gathering at the corner of your slacked jaw.
Your hips jerk uncontrollably, hipbones pressed right up into the white ceiling, forcing him deep as humanly possible in your sopping cunt. Your hands still, roughly squeezing down hard on his cock, your movements coming to a feverish halt at the pleasure blooming in your core.
The lack of stimulation on his pulsating cock causes Gojo to whine. “D-Don’t stop—Don’t… Don’t fuckin’ m-move.” He can’t help but beg, his own hips beginning to move beneath your thighs, forcing your hand to continue jerking at his length.
He watches as your free hand begins to lazily circle your clit once more, matching the pumps of his fingers scissoring in and out of your pussy to the shaky circles around your sensitive button. Each time you rub that sweet spot, your moans grow even more wild. “Mmm fuck! K-Keep going!”
He can tell your close by the way your stomach begins to twist, your thighs jerking every time he flicks upwards. “Gonna cum on my fingers? Make a mess?”
But you can’t respond, eyes slamming shut. Instead, you roll your body against his fingers, using him like a toy. “Fuck baby, u-use me. T-Take it—shit! ‘s all yours.” He stutters, the sight of you getting off making his cock painfully swollen.
“T-Toruuu!” The air in the room thickens at the signs of your release, the sap of your sugary sex soaking his fingers as you mewl, eyes prickling and seeing stars.
“Jus’ like that.” He praises, fingers forcibly riding out your release, watching your body contort in pleaser.
But you just can’t seem to focus on him or his cock.
Gojo wraps a free hand around the smaller one currently stationary on his shaft, using your hand to jerk himself off. “Keep breathin’ for me—and keep stroking this cock.”
You fully go limp, letting him use your hand—but it’s still not enough for him, a strangled groan squeezing out of his throat. “Nuh-uh don’t stop, you’re gonna milk me d-dryyy.”
Gojo’s slurred speech makes your weary eyes creep open, watching how he’s so close to his own release, his balls tight to his shaft. His azure eyes are blown out, his chest shinny with a pretty gleam of sweat, carved abs recklessly shaking. He’s so close to cumming, and it makes you clench down hard on his fingers. “E-Every last drop?”
He stares down at your hand struggling to wrap around his thick shaft compared to his own, the veins on his forearm throbbing at how tight you’re choking his cock. “Fuck-yes! J-Just keep doin’ that with your hand baby.”
“Mhm, wanna see you make a mess.” You're staring at him wide eyed, stars practically shining in your eyes as you question him, the sight making his hand around yours fucking his cock crazily making your movements stutter.
“Y-Yeah?” He’s running your hand up and down his cock like a madman, smearing his spit and precum wildly around his shaft, occasionally squeezing down hard at his tip, your fists swirling the flesh. “Fuck—I know you do, g-gonna help me cle—fuck!—clean it up too, aren't you?”
“Yes—“
“—where you want it baby?” He’s cutting you off, his sticky squelching growling louder and louder as he uses you to jerk off, cockhead so desperately begging to cum. “Your belly… your—no!—our pussy? Probably want it inside of your fucking cunt, already got her alllll stretched out on my fingers—shit! K-Keep doin’ that baby!”
He finally lets go of your hand, watching shamelessly as you keep up with the same feverish pace he’d set, your tired arm wobbly jerking him off.
Speaking softly, he can barely hear you over the sounds of his sticky cock. “Can you… c-can you cum on my pussy?”
“O-Oh?” Blinking, Gojo looks down, feeling how you clench around his fingers still trapped in your tight cunt. “On…her?” He points, using his digits still grappled into your soaked cunt, fingertips arching into your g-spot.
“Ah—Yes! Please!”
“Okay, t-then take it.” Suddenly, he’s ripping his hand out from your swollen cunt, thick wads of hot cum jumping out from his cock, landing right onto your soppy mound. “Fuckkk!” Thick swollen balls release loads upon loads of sticky cum all around your pussy lips, painting them a cute lil’ shade of white ivory. “Keep goin’ fuck baby—take all of ittt.”
And you do, hand aimlessly rolling rope after rope from his aching cock. “Oh my god! So much Toru!”
Gawking at the creamy rivers dripping down your fat pussy, he’s unable to stop his hand as it follows, collecting the load on his fingers, stuffing them back inside of you. “Y-Yeah, and it’s all for you.”
“All of it?” Gasping, your sensitive cunt begins to heat up, feeling him dig his seed into up into your walls. He pulls them out, repeating the motions over and over, filling your cunt with his cum. “Fuck! ‘s too much!”
Giggling, his eyes find yours, unable to hide the crazed look on his face as he stuffs you full, fingers arching into your g-spot, he speaks. “Mhm—all of it baby, remember? Y’said every last drop didn’t ya?”
Every. last. drop.
a/n: hehe okay this was totally based on this p!link i saw and i couldn’t get it off my mind. also-got totally carried away but sometimes i seriously cant help myself so like… my bad
reader teaching loser nanamin how to kiss and his hair gets messed up and she takes his glasses off bc they are in the way
cracks knuckles*. thinking about study sessions with a very nervous nerd!nanami who asks if you have a boyfriend but when you return the question he’s suddenly turning into a puddle of anxiety bc he’s definitely never had a girlfriend.
╰ (18+ MDNI), reader is described with a curvaceous body, a very inexperienced!nanami, kissing lessons, fem reader, lip gloss, praise, manicured fingernails, accidental grinding, tongues, sexual tension but no actual smut (yet), the knee thing™ that guys love to do
“You’re staring.”
The soft sounds of your comforting voice instantly makes Nanami jump from his seat, his wooden pencil falling from his loose grasp on the grain, catching the bright yellow in the corner of his eye as it rolls off your desk and onto the carpeted floor.
He can’t help the blush that chooses to appear right now, out of all times. Stuck in a tiny dorm room with a girl far too pretty to be looking at him like this, the pink tint blooms beneath the metal frame of his skinny glasses, the nosepads so warm they slide down the soft slope of his nose. “Oh! I-I didn’t mean to pry into your personal life, I… I was just looking.”
Well no… More like staring. Greedy amber-flecked eyes drowning in every snapshot of your memories, little polaroids messily scattered around your walls, lazily pinned up with colorful thumbtacks. He was feeling lucky, the small snapshots giving him the perfect opportunity to dive head first into assumptions on your personal life, eyes scanning for any clues of what you may be into—and how he can relate it to back to him.
Nanami isn’t really sure why you invited him over to your dormitory in the first place. Sure, it was technically normal for the two of you to study together, but you always choose a safe space to do so, shooting him an email with a time and location, notebooks and backpacks wildly spread in the quiet of the campy library or the freshly mowed grass at the park.
So when you kindly asked him to just swing by your dorm since it would be so much easier on your way too busy schedule for a student, he accepted—although he was royally confused.
It was a nice day out, the sun finally deciding to show its self from the murky clouds from the winter season that just seemed to drag on, he wondered why you wouldn’t want to be out there. T-shirts, light jackets, and ruffled skirts, it was the perfect day to sit and bake in the sunshine, the kind of weather nobody would want to be locked away from.
At least it was cozy in your living space, a little glitzy and feminine for his minimalistic taste, it still had an effect on the man, making him feel overtly giddy about the fact he was in your room, alone.
The breeze aimlessly trickling in through the cracked gap of your window did little to subdue the racing thoughts of his mind though, not when your sat so close to him, shampoo smelling like the ripest picked strawberry, and god did Nanami suddenly adore strawberries.
The pink leather of your chair suddenly moves closer to him, the wheels easily sliding on the carpet. Your bare shoulder firmly presses itself against his covered one, his eyes instantly realizing how soft your skin looks up close. “My personal life? That’s so sweet of you,” you muse, raising your hand up to pluck a picture off the cork grain.
But surely you’re sweeter, glittery lipgloss reflecting off the bright beams of the sunlight, a multicolored array of specks he so desperately wants to kiss away from your plump lips.
You continue, eyes widely scanning your own pictures as if the memories are all coming back to you at once. “This one here is me and my best friend. Senior prom I think? I don’t know, ‘s been a while since I looked like that.” You think outloud, casually filling the silence with your childhood memories.
Reaching over him now, your chest presses inches away from his face, your low-cut tank top giving him the perfect view of your neon pink push-up bra as you continue. “And this one over here is from last summer… and as you can tell.” You laugh, pointing to the look of contentment on your face. “I really needed a vacation.”
But to Nanami, you look as you always do…perfect.
You're lying on a polka-dot towel, your palms laying flat on each side of your bottom as you smile brightly for the camera, cheeks glistening in the bright sunlight reflecting off the ocean.
He desperately tries to not stare at your skin tight bikini, the tiny pink floss just barely holding your breasts to your chest the sides of your tits pouring out of the flimsy material. The bottom half of your frame is far worse on him, the beaded strings of your swim bottoms tied together so snug that the fat of your hips dimples around the fabric, your hips so soft and appearing like the perfect size to sneak his perverted head between.
If only he could see you like that, toxic green envy showing its evil head on his face, wondering who exactly takes up your time and space when the two of your aren’t in school.
“Do you not have any with your boyfriend?” He asks, and by the look on his suddenly stark white face you’re absolutely sure he didn’t mean to say that out loud.
“Boyfriend?” You question, chest rapidly shaking at the laughter swirling in your belly. “If I had one of those he’d be up here.”
Pointing to the blank corner of your wall, Nanami catches him self sighing a sound he didn’t realize he was holding back, his shoulders suddenly relaxing into the chair with a ‘huff’ of air exhaling from the ratty leather.
“Oh I just thought that—”
“—do you have a girlfriend?” You cut him off, your own line of questioning just as blunt, body flopping back down on your chair to do a spin. “I mean. If you had a girlfriend…wouldn’t you take lots of pictures with her?”
It’s your turn to pry into his personal business, Nanami being the kind of man to never let you in too deep on his life outside of school, sometimes mistaking his reluctance for indifference.
“N-No, I’ve never had a girlfriend, too busy with my studies.”
“No way!” The spin of your chair slows with your face inches away from his, your palms now flat on your lap, breathing heavily. “Have you ever even kissed someone before?”
His usual flat expression falters, eyes widening with shock at the fact you out of all people in the world would even ask him that. The gears begin to shift in his head, treading lightly at the possibility of messing up his answer, mouth opening and closing.
Nanami’s eyes follow your pupils, soft eyes flicking down to his lips, then back to his eyes as you whisper, cheap lip gloss scented breath hitting his face.
“Do y’wanna try?”
Now you’ve done it. The man who can’t shut up when it comes to teaching you the basics of homeostasis now suddenly can’t get a single word out of his slacked mouth, his tongue just as dry as his mind, brain drying up like the cracked sediment in the desert.
He must be dreaming, his clammy fingers suddenly biting down so roughly against the soft muscle of his bicep he yelps, voice making you look back at him with a sinful smirk. You raise your eyebrows once; twice before you're standing up from your seat, knees bumping his own.
“You coming or what Kento?” You question, making your way to the fluffy mattress, your neatly made sheets practically aching to be messed up by the two of you.
Clumbisy, Nanami trails over to you like a lost puppy, taking extra precaution to avoid that stupid wooden pencil he dropped, but somehow failing to miss the white bedframe, hitting his toe on the edge.
Huffing, he falls to the corner of your bed, sheets puffing up around his lanky legs. He’s trying his hardest to focus on the throbbing through his sock and not the one currently heavily thumping in his chest.
“C’mere.” You whisper as if he’d subconsciously lean into the quiet sounds of your voice.
He takes a better look at you now, your face so close yet so away from his own, but your eyes are caught somewhere else, watching your fingers picking at your manicured finger nails.
Were you nervous? To kiss… him? It would not make any sense, the always bubbly, feverishly chatty girl all the guys pine after would feel like this alone with him, you must have to feel bad for him.
He angles his right leg up on the mattress, tucking it beneath him. “I’ve never… I-I don’t know what to do.” Nanami admits with direct honesty because truthfully, if he ended up going this far with you, sitting on the same mattress you sleep on, it would be more than enough for him.
“I’ll go real slow okay? Just follow my lead.” You utter, leaning back on your arms just like that damned picture of you on that sandy beach, your tits directly in his view. “a-and if you wanna stop, please don’t be afraid to tell me.”
Oh but he wouldn’t. “Okay.” He says instead, lungs already breathless staring at your plump lips.
“If you wanna kiss me, you need to get closer.” You say it like you’re attempting to antagonize him, but you’re unable to hide the sugary sweet sounds that coat your vocal cords.
Nanami can’t move himself if he tried, body stone-like tucked away in the safety of the corner of your bed. “Is this close enough? I’d prefer not crowding your personal space.”
But you only laugh, grabbing the collar of his shirt, pulling his face to your own. “And I’d prefer if you’d shut up and kiss me already.”
Before he knows it, your soft lips are on his own, your nose brushing his. At first it’s cautious, your lips so gently rested against his own as if you’re scared he’s going to retreat back into his shell and push you away, but he doesn’t.
Nanami is in heaven, your soft mouth feeling just like it does in his late night wet dreams, your hands gently tugging his shirt not because you have to, but because you truly want it—want him. It makes his belly swirl ‘round and ‘round, his butterflies deep in his core aimlessly floating in a sweet galaxy of you.
He tastes like the sugary caramels he’s always sucking on, lips wet and sticky from how often he licks and bites them each time he’s hard at thinking—which is quite often, the sweet taste making you moan.
Nanami finally kisses you back, lips slightly pursed just enough to feel your top and bottom lip sink against his, his nose smelling the artificial flavoring of your lipgloss.
But he couldn’t care less about the tacky scent, your sticky lips masking all the noises outside your window. While everyone is out enjoying the sun and the birds are chirping aimlessly on the budding branches, Nanami feels like he’s finally feeling exactly what he’s been missing out on all this time, secretly feeling incredibly lucky his first time kissing a girl is with you.
“Hold on!” Your voice shatters the clam Nanami has created in his head, your hands practically peeling him off of you.
Suddenly his rapidly beating heart falls into his stomach and into the bubbling pit of nervousness, muscle swallowed by the sour acid. It was barely a kiss, technically some would call it a peck but he wasn’t counting how long your lips actually remained against his own. You make him feel so flustered he could scream.
“D-Did I do something wrong?” He asks gently, cheeks flushed a the prettiest hue of pink you’ve ever seen, wondering where you can find a bedspread that same shade of rose.
Laughing, you cup his jaw, feeling the heat radiating off his face. “No, you’re perfect. Just wanna take these off, keep getting in the way of your pretty face.” Your hands gently pull his glasses off his nose, metal screeching as you fold them and place them on your nightstand.
The noise that falls from his swollen lips is almost embarrassing, an animalistic growl no one would ever expect to roar from the lips of Kento Nanami echoing off a girls dorm walls.
But you only smile, catching the glint of shimmer hanging from the corner of his pouting lips. “Oh! Made a mess.” Giggling, you place the pad of your lotioned thumb to his bottom lip, feeling the warmth pulse beneath your fingerprints.
“No! I mean, that’s okay.” He shakes his head, golden locs falling to his eyes. Nanami’s eyes go wide at you beginning to swipe your finger over his lip, “Wait! Don’t wipe it off just yet.” He shrieks, jerking his head back and away from your finger, feeling the suction dissipate from the grip on his lip.
If he looks how he feels, Nanami is sure he’s as red as a cherry tomato hanging from a vine, his voice stuttering uncontrollably as he leans up to you again, this time sitting slightly closer. “Sorry I—can we do that again?”
“Yeah Nanamin? You want that?”
Nanamin. The childish nickname always used by his friends coming from your lips suddenly makes his cock jump in his pants, a whine rumbling from his chest.
“Please.”
He can’t help but beg, eyes glittering, bottom lip dipping into the most cutest pout. Surely if anyone saw him like this they’d tease him, but you look at him like he holds all the questions to your prayers.
You give him a nod, but this time you don’t move—instead sitting there waiting for him to take initiative, and when he finally realizes why you're leaning back, he surges forward, pressing his lips back into yours.
It’s silly, having such a stoically silent Nanami easily turning into a man of undying hunger, his mouth practically eating your own, loud smacks of spittle and lipgloss gushing around your eardrums with a ‘pop!’
Your nails trail up and down his red neck, fingertips hitching justtt below that sweet spot on his strong jawline. Pressing down, your nails dig into the flesh, the shocking stimulation causing Nanami to shriek.
“You—Ahh!”
With his mouth flying open, it gives you the perfect opening to shove your tongue past his swollen lips, gently swirling your pink muscle around his own; licking each ridge of his bumpy tongue.
You're unsure if you’re mewling or he is, little breathless sounds slowly falling from your mouth to his and vice versa.
He softly explores your tongue, wildly swiping and swirling his digit against your own, moaning every time your muscle pins down his movements, your greedy mouth forcing him into submission.
“Tastes so sweet Nanamin.” You mumble through pecks, staring at the wild locks of golden blonde hair sticking to his forehead. “Wanna just kiss you forever.”
Your hands tug at his shirt, easily pulling him down on top of you. His uncoordinated limbs fall so ridgid he knocks you fully back to the mattress, your legs opening wide enough to let him shift in front of you.
“Oh my god.” He gasps, eyes flying open to the new found position of him on top of you.
If he thought you were pretty before, what he sees in front of him just about makes him pass out.
The strap of your tanktop has fallen off your shoulder, your lips darkly shaded with lust, bottom lip fat ‘n throbbing. The eyes he constantly catches himself getting lost in appear completely different, pretty hues blown out and replaced with pitch hungry black pupils. Your chest pants hard, body warm and heaving from the continuous loss of breath to your lungs, and you look fucking perfect.
He’s mirroring you surely, from the tip of his ears to the belt loops of his pants, everything feels hot and tight, his blood flowing in places he believes it shouldn’t.
Not infront of you. Not yet at least.
“Why’d you stop?” Your raspy voice questions him, right hand finding his warm cheek, the other raking up the backside of his shirt, nails digging into his pale skin.
Groaning, Nanami nods eagerly, knocking his mouth back onto yours.
This time he’s far more confident, his head surging so fast his teeth clink against your own with a clack, your lips twisting into a sweet grin. You kiss him back, mouth moving just as feverishly as his, feeling his wet lips perfectly mold to your own.
It must be way warmer inside of your bedroom than outside by now, the walls thick with lust and mutual pinning the two of you can’t seem to hide any longer, the walls absorbing every sinful sound you make.
Your head falls deeper into the mattress, and Nanami can only follow, his body acting as if another second away from your own would practically kill him, he presses even deeper into you, laying his full body weight on top of you.
“—Kento!”
He’s shaking so hard he doesn't realize he's leaning his body weight particularly into his knee, the one currently placed between your thighs.
During the feverish moments of your bodies, your skirt has bunched up so far off your legs it sits at the base of your hips, pink panties soaked and wide open for Nanami’s greedy knee to press in to.
You clit catches on the tight scratchy material of his slacks, panties hitching tightly up your pussy lips, your gooey cunt endlessly pouring out sap which gives his kneecap a nice wet ‘smooch’ of your delicious slick, the smell of your sweet cunt making him dizzy.
Stuttering, Nanami feels himself growing unsteady, shaky yet reluctant as he begins to peel himself off your body. “I-I’m so sorry—“
“—Don’t be!” You defend, spreading your hips wider for him to get a better look at your sticky panties.
He swallows, adam’s apple bobbing in his throat as he does just that, he leans in closer, gawking at the pretty damp patch he created. His vision is blurry without his round glasses, forcing his face down justtt below your heaving belly, staring at your panties pushed up past your chubby lips, sticky essence coating your thighs.
Your voice rings in his ears, hips bucking towards his face. “Do the thing with your leg again, Please? ha—you’re a quick learner aren’t you Nanamin?”
a/n: nerdy college nanami with his long swooshy hair all emo and delicious. him being so smart yet so oblivious on how much the pretty girl wants to make him hers? oh em gee i’m gooning bad
reader teaching loser nanamin how to kiss and his hair gets messed up and she takes his glasses off bc they are in the way
cracks knuckles*. thinking about study sessions with a very nervous nerd!nanami who asks if you have a boyfriend but when you return the question he’s suddenly turning into a puddle of anxiety bc he’s definitely never had a girlfriend.
╰ (18+ MDNI), reader is described with a curvaceous body, a very inexperienced!nanami, kissing lessons, fem reader, lip gloss, praise, manicured fingernails, accidental grinding, tongues, sexual tension but no actual smut (yet), the knee thing™ that guys love to do
“You’re staring.”
The soft sounds of your comforting voice instantly makes Nanami jump from his seat, his wooden pencil falling from his loose grasp on the grain, catching the bright yellow in the corner of his eye as it rolls off your desk and onto the carpeted floor.
He can’t help the blush that chooses to appear right now, out of all times. Stuck in a tiny dorm room with a girl far too pretty to be looking at him like this, the pink tint blooms beneath the metal frame of his skinny glasses, the nosepads so warm they slide down the soft slope of his nose. “Oh! I-I didn’t mean to pry into your personal life, I… I was just looking.”
Well no… More like staring. Greedy amber-flecked eyes drowning in every snapshot of your memories, little polaroids messily scattered around your walls, lazily pinned up with colorful thumbtacks. He was feeling lucky, the small snapshots giving him the perfect opportunity to dive head first into assumptions on your personal life, eyes scanning for any clues of what you may be into—and how he can relate it to back to him.
Nanami isn’t really sure why you invited him over to your dormitory in the first place. Sure, it was technically normal for the two of you to study together, but you always choose a safe space to do so, shooting him an email with a time and location, notebooks and backpacks wildly spread in the quiet of the campy library or the freshly mowed grass at the park.
So when you kindly asked him to just swing by your dorm since it would be so much easier on your way too busy schedule for a student, he accepted—although he was royally confused.
It was a nice day out, the sun finally deciding to show its self from the murky clouds from the winter season that just seemed to drag on, he wondered why you wouldn’t want to be out there. T-shirts, light jackets, and ruffled skirts, it was the perfect day to sit and bake in the sunshine, the kind of weather nobody would want to be locked away from.
At least it was cozy in your living space, a little glitzy and feminine for his minimalistic taste, it still had an effect on the man, making him feel overtly giddy about the fact he was in your room, alone.
The breeze aimlessly trickling in through the cracked gap of your window did little to subdue the racing thoughts of his mind though, not when your sat so close to him, shampoo smelling like the ripest picked strawberry, and god did Nanami suddenly adore strawberries.
The pink leather of your chair suddenly moves closer to him, the wheels easily sliding on the carpet. Your bare shoulder firmly presses itself against his covered one, his eyes instantly realizing how soft your skin looks up close. “My personal life? That’s so sweet of you,” you muse, raising your hand up to pluck a picture off the cork grain.
But surely you’re sweeter, glittery lipgloss reflecting off the bright beams of the sunlight, a multicolored array of specks he so desperately wants to kiss away from your plump lips.
You continue, eyes widely scanning your own pictures as if the memories are all coming back to you at once. “This one here is me and my best friend. Senior prom I think? I don’t know, ‘s been a while since I looked like that.” You think outloud, casually filling the silence with your childhood memories.
Reaching over him now, your chest presses inches away from his face, your low-cut tank top giving him the perfect view of your neon pink push-up bra as you continue. “And this one over here is from last summer… and as you can tell.” You laugh, pointing to the look of contentment on your face. “I really needed a vacation.”
But to Nanami, you look as you always do…perfect.
You're lying on a polka-dot towel, your palms laying flat on each side of your bottom as you smile brightly for the camera, cheeks glistening in the bright sunlight reflecting off the ocean.
He desperately tries to not stare at your skin tight bikini, the tiny pink floss just barely holding your breasts to your chest the sides of your tits pouring out of the flimsy material. The bottom half of your frame is far worse on him, the beaded strings of your swim bottoms tied together so snug that the fat of your hips dimples around the fabric, your hips so soft and appearing like the perfect size to sneak his perverted head between.
If only he could see you like that, toxic green envy showing its evil head on his face, wondering who exactly takes up your time and space when the two of your aren’t in school.
“Do you not have any with your boyfriend?” He asks, and by the look on his suddenly stark white face you’re absolutely sure he didn’t mean to say that out loud.
“Boyfriend?” You question, chest rapidly shaking at the laughter swirling in your belly. “If I had one of those he’d be up here.”
Pointing to the blank corner of your wall, Nanami catches him self sighing a sound he didn’t realize he was holding back, his shoulders suddenly relaxing into the chair with a ‘huff’ of air exhaling from the ratty leather.
“Oh I just thought that—”
“—do you have a girlfriend?” You cut him off, your own line of questioning just as blunt, body flopping back down on your chair to do a spin. “I mean. If you had a girlfriend…wouldn’t you take lots of pictures with her?”
It’s your turn to pry into his personal business, Nanami being the kind of man to never let you in too deep on his life outside of school, sometimes mistaking his reluctance for indifference.
“N-No, I’ve never had a girlfriend, too busy with my studies.”
“No way!” The spin of your chair slows with your face inches away from his, your palms now flat on your lap, breathing heavily. “Have you ever even kissed someone before?”
His usual flat expression falters, eyes widening with shock at the fact you out of all people in the world would even ask him that. The gears begin to shift in his head, treading lightly at the possibility of messing up his answer, mouth opening and closing.
Nanami’s eyes follow your pupils, soft eyes flicking down to his lips, then back to his eyes as you whisper, cheap lip gloss scented breath hitting his face.
“Do y’wanna try?”
Now you’ve done it. The man who can’t shut up when it comes to teaching you the basics of homeostasis now suddenly can’t get a single word out of his slacked mouth, his tongue just as dry as his mind, brain drying up like the cracked sediment in the desert.
He must be dreaming, his clammy fingers suddenly biting down so roughly against the soft muscle of his bicep he yelps, voice making you look back at him with a sinful smirk. You raise your eyebrows once; twice before you're standing up from your seat, knees bumping his own.
“You coming or what Kento?” You question, making your way to the fluffy mattress, your neatly made sheets practically aching to be messed up by the two of you.
Clumbisy, Nanami trails over to you like a lost puppy, taking extra precaution to avoid that stupid wooden pencil he dropped, but somehow failing to miss the white bedframe, hitting his toe on the edge.
Huffing, he falls to the corner of your bed, sheets puffing up around his lanky legs. He’s trying his hardest to focus on the throbbing through his sock and not the one currently heavily thumping in his chest.
“C’mere.” You whisper as if he’d subconsciously lean into the quiet sounds of your voice.
He takes a better look at you now, your face so close yet so away from his own, but your eyes are caught somewhere else, watching your fingers picking at your manicured finger nails.
Were you nervous? To kiss… him? It would not make any sense, the always bubbly, feverishly chatty girl all the guys pine after would feel like this alone with him, you must have to feel bad for him.
He angles his right leg up on the mattress, tucking it beneath him. “I’ve never… I-I don’t know what to do.” Nanami admits with direct honesty because truthfully, if he ended up going this far with you, sitting on the same mattress you sleep on, it would be more than enough for him.
“I’ll go real slow okay? Just follow my lead.” You utter, leaning back on your arms just like that damned picture of you on that sandy beach, your tits directly in his view. “a-and if you wanna stop, please don’t be afraid to tell me.”
Oh but he wouldn’t. “Okay.” He says instead, lungs already breathless staring at your plump lips.
“If you wanna kiss me, you need to get closer.” You say it like you’re attempting to antagonize him, but you’re unable to hide the sugary sweet sounds that coat your vocal cords.
Nanami can’t move himself if he tried, body stone-like tucked away in the safety of the corner of your bed. “Is this close enough? I’d prefer not crowding your personal space.”
But you only laugh, grabbing the collar of his shirt, pulling his face to your own. “And I’d prefer if you’d shut up and kiss me already.”
Before he knows it, your soft lips are on his own, your nose brushing his. At first it’s cautious, your lips so gently rested against his own as if you’re scared he’s going to retreat back into his shell and push you away, but he doesn’t.
Nanami is in heaven, your soft mouth feeling just like it does in his late night wet dreams, your hands gently tugging his shirt not because you have to, but because you truly want it—want him. It makes his belly swirl ‘round and ‘round, his butterflies deep in his core aimlessly floating in a sweet galaxy of you.
He tastes like the sugary caramels he’s always sucking on, lips wet and sticky from how often he licks and bites them each time he’s hard at thinking—which is quite often, the sweet taste making you moan.
Nanami finally kisses you back, lips slightly pursed just enough to feel your top and bottom lip sink against his, his nose smelling the artificial flavoring of your lipgloss.
But he couldn’t care less about the tacky scent, your sticky lips masking all the noises outside your window. While everyone is out enjoying the sun and the birds are chirping aimlessly on the budding branches, Nanami feels like he’s finally feeling exactly what he’s been missing out on all this time, secretly feeling incredibly lucky his first time kissing a girl is with you.
“Hold on!” Your voice shatters the clam Nanami has created in his head, your hands practically peeling him off of you.
Suddenly his rapidly beating heart falls into his stomach and into the bubbling pit of nervousness, muscle swallowed by the sour acid. It was barely a kiss, technically some would call it a peck but he wasn’t counting how long your lips actually remained against his own. You make him feel so flustered he could scream.
“D-Did I do something wrong?” He asks gently, cheeks flushed a the prettiest hue of pink you’ve ever seen, wondering where you can find a bedspread that same shade of rose.
Laughing, you cup his jaw, feeling the heat radiating off his face. “No, you’re perfect. Just wanna take these off, keep getting in the way of your pretty face.” Your hands gently pull his glasses off his nose, metal screeching as you fold them and place them on your nightstand.
The noise that falls from his swollen lips is almost embarrassing, an animalistic growl no one would ever expect to roar from the lips of Kento Nanami echoing off a girls dorm walls.
But you only smile, catching the glint of shimmer hanging from the corner of his pouting lips. “Oh! Made a mess.” Giggling, you place the pad of your lotioned thumb to his bottom lip, feeling the warmth pulse beneath your fingerprints.
“No! I mean, that’s okay.” He shakes his head, golden locs falling to his eyes. Nanami’s eyes go wide at you beginning to swipe your finger over his lip, “Wait! Don’t wipe it off just yet.” He shrieks, jerking his head back and away from your finger, feeling the suction dissipate from the grip on his lip.
If he looks how he feels, Nanami is sure he’s as red as a cherry tomato hanging from a vine, his voice stuttering uncontrollably as he leans up to you again, this time sitting slightly closer. “Sorry I—can we do that again?”
“Yeah Nanamin? You want that?”
Nanamin. The childish nickname always used by his friends coming from your lips suddenly makes his cock jump in his pants, a whine rumbling from his chest.
“Please.”
He can’t help but beg, eyes glittering, bottom lip dipping into the most cutest pout. Surely if anyone saw him like this they’d tease him, but you look at him like he holds all the questions to your prayers.
You give him a nod, but this time you don’t move—instead sitting there waiting for him to take initiative, and when he finally realizes why you're leaning back, he surges forward, pressing his lips back into yours.
It’s silly, having such a stoically silent Nanami easily turning into a man of undying hunger, his mouth practically eating your own, loud smacks of spittle and lipgloss gushing around your eardrums with a ‘pop!’
Your nails trail up and down his red neck, fingertips hitching justtt below that sweet spot on his strong jawline. Pressing down, your nails dig into the flesh, the shocking stimulation causing Nanami to shriek.
“You—Ahh!”
With his mouth flying open, it gives you the perfect opening to shove your tongue past his swollen lips, gently swirling your pink muscle around his own; licking each ridge of his bumpy tongue.
You're unsure if you’re mewling or he is, little breathless sounds slowly falling from your mouth to his and vice versa.
He softly explores your tongue, wildly swiping and swirling his digit against your own, moaning every time your muscle pins down his movements, your greedy mouth forcing him into submission.
“Tastes so sweet Nanamin.” You mumble through pecks, staring at the wild locks of golden blonde hair sticking to his forehead. “Wanna just kiss you forever.”
Your hands tug at his shirt, easily pulling him down on top of you. His uncoordinated limbs fall so ridgid he knocks you fully back to the mattress, your legs opening wide enough to let him shift in front of you.
“Oh my god.” He gasps, eyes flying open to the new found position of him on top of you.
If he thought you were pretty before, what he sees in front of him just about makes him pass out.
The strap of your tanktop has fallen off your shoulder, your lips darkly shaded with lust, bottom lip fat ‘n throbbing. The eyes he constantly catches himself getting lost in appear completely different, pretty hues blown out and replaced with pitch hungry black pupils. Your chest pants hard, body warm and heaving from the continuous loss of breath to your lungs, and you look fucking perfect.
He’s mirroring you surely, from the tip of his ears to the belt loops of his pants, everything feels hot and tight, his blood flowing in places he believes it shouldn’t.
Not infront of you. Not yet at least.
“Why’d you stop?” Your raspy voice questions him, right hand finding his warm cheek, the other raking up the backside of his shirt, nails digging into his pale skin.
Groaning, Nanami nods eagerly, knocking his mouth back onto yours.
This time he’s far more confident, his head surging so fast his teeth clink against your own with a clack, your lips twisting into a sweet grin. You kiss him back, mouth moving just as feverishly as his, feeling his wet lips perfectly mold to your own.
It must be way warmer inside of your bedroom than outside by now, the walls thick with lust and mutual pinning the two of you can’t seem to hide any longer, the walls absorbing every sinful sound you make.
Your head falls deeper into the mattress, and Nanami can only follow, his body acting as if another second away from your own would practically kill him, he presses even deeper into you, laying his full body weight on top of you.
“—Kento!”
He’s shaking so hard he doesn't realize he's leaning his body weight particularly into his knee, the one currently placed between your thighs.
During the feverish moments of your bodies, your skirt has bunched up so far off your legs it sits at the base of your hips, pink panties soaked and wide open for Nanami’s greedy knee to press in to.
You clit catches on the tight scratchy material of his slacks, panties hitching tightly up your pussy lips, your gooey cunt endlessly pouring out sap which gives his kneecap a nice wet ‘smooch’ of your delicious slick, the smell of your sweet cunt making him dizzy.
Stuttering, Nanami feels himself growing unsteady, shaky yet reluctant as he begins to peel himself off your body. “I-I’m so sorry—“
“—Don’t be!” You defend, spreading your hips wider for him to get a better look at your sticky panties.
He swallows, adam’s apple bobbing in his throat as he does just that, he leans in closer, gawking at the pretty damp patch he created. His vision is blurry without his round glasses, forcing his face down justtt below your heaving belly, staring at your panties pushed up past your chubby lips, sticky essence coating your thighs.
Your voice rings in his ears, hips bucking towards his face. “Do the thing with your leg again, Please? ha—you’re a quick learner aren’t you Nanamin?”
a/n: nerdy college nanami with his long swooshy hair all emo and delicious. him being so smart yet so oblivious on how much the pretty girl wants to make him hers? oh em gee i’m gooning bad
