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౨ৎ — after you let it slip that the vibrator you just bought can’t get you off, bsf satoru gojo is more than happy to help || MDNI, smut. 1.6K words
inspo from this post by @blkkizzat. love her sexy brain.
there’s nothing quite as thrilling as having the man you told your exes not to worry about perched right between your legs.
you lie on your bed, naked from the waist down while your best friend sits fully clothed and examines your vibrator like he wishes he had a microscope to give him a better look.
he moves it from one hand to the next, the very picture of indifference when he switches it on.
satoru shakes his head when the toy quickly spurs to life and fills the room with it’s constant hum, “there’s no way wanted to throw this away,” he starts “seems perfectly fine to me.”
your eyes narrow the tiniest bit.
“well, you're not the one who has to use it.” you grouse defensively.
and maybe you were a little more pent up than you thought, because the image of him doing just that starts to take shape. the man practically lives in sweats, so you’ve caught the print of his dick more times than you’d ever care to admit.
and in your mind’s eye, you can picture him rubbing the vibrator against his tip then all the down the thick veiny length. white lashes fluttering and neck muscles bulging as the vibrations made him twitch in need—
cerulean eyes flicker to yours, and satoru smiles like he knows exactly what you're thinking. slow, full of teeth and boyishly sexy.
“you’re totally thinking about me using it, aren’t you?”
you forcibly expel the image away with a shake of your head.
“you wish,” you smack his arm a little too hard, and it has him groaning between a chuckle. ignoring the flush in your cheeks, you raise an eyebrow at him, “i still can't believe you offered to do this by the way.”
“i can’t believe you agreed,” he quips just as quickly and well…fair enough. because you couldn’t either.
satoru readjusts so he’s on his knees and dips his head, his eyes following the length of your body until they land right between your legs.
you watch them dilate until only a thin ring of blue remains, and the longer he stares, the more heat rushes south. cool air feathers over your cunt and the achy tease of it, coupled with the weight of his rapt attention, have your legs trying to close again.
satoru doesn't let you get far though. he grumbles his disapproval, freehand spanning over the plush flesh of your thigh and spreading you open again.
“don’t go shy on me now.”
your hips shift a little. “you’re staring.”
he huffs out a laugh, hand spasming over soft skin, “can you blame me?” he asks with a good helping of reverence and not a lick of denial in the question.
his eyes never stray away and fuck, you don’t even think he’s blinking.
“almost want to take my time with how pretty she is,” his chest rises with a deep inhale, like he’s trying to breathe you in. “wet too.”
one look at your face lets him know that you would walk out if he tried, and he has to stifle a grin.
“maybe next time,” he decides, and when he sees you about to tell him there won't be a “next time”, he lifts the vibrator and presses the tip of it against your clit.
and for someone who claimed it didn’t work, the effect it has on you is intense. your breath hitches, body bucking up, and he groans at the sight of your tits bouncing under your shirt.
he nearly dropped to his knees in anguish when you refused to take it off, but the way your nipples stiffen under the fabric almost makes it worth it.
“oh shit,” the moan draws his attention away from your chest, and he tucks his bottom lip between his teeth at the fucked-out look on your face.
satoru drags the silicone toy along your slit, and while glittery wetness immediately drenches it, it’s not nearly enough.
so he rears back and draws his cheeks in. when his lips part, a fat blob of spit splatters onto your clit. your hips pitch and the mess drips all the way down to your ass.
satoru watches your head roll against your pillow. hair splaying out messily and eyes a little too glassy, “toru,”
“too pretty for your own good, ” he husks quietly. as if it was only meant for his ears.
he presses himself against your thigh. cock thick and hard as it strains under his jeans, and you clench around nothing. suddenly painfully empty.
with how easy it is for satoru to map your reactions, someone would think this wasn’t the first time the two of you were doing this. it's like he can sense what you need long before you do. so, when your lips part to beg him for something your mind can barely string together, he's already nudging the vibrator against your entrance and slowly pushing it inside.
he pumps it in and out of you in deep, teasingly slow strokes that make it impossible to bite back your moans.
they sound embarrassing to your ears. all too high some moments and wavering into soundless gasps in others, but satoru clearly doesn't share the sentiment. he grinds his cock against your thigh harder, and it pulses with each sound that pours out your mouth. he feels them wash over his back and light up the base of his spine in a white-hot beam.
“you’re so fucking hot,” the vibrator is turned up a couple notches, and you freeze when you feel it.
you’re close.
a broken gasp escapes, then you react how you always do.
you run from it.
panicked and restless when your hips shift back and each pulse has you squirming.
you only get far enough to make an inch of the dildo slip out before a hand curls around your waist and holds you in place.
“where are you going?” gojo tilts his head at you and you think his eyes are the brightest you’ve ever seen them.
slowly, something clicks into place behind them, and a huff of laughter bubbles out.
“wait…don’t tell me you're a runner,” he's so tickled you're tempted to hit him again. but it's impossible to do anything but jerk when he plunges the toy to the hilt again. “well shit, baby, no wonder you thought it was broken.”
his eyes crinkle at the corners, and you would’ve found his wide grin cute if he didn't turn the intensity all the way up.
he lets the toy buzz inside of you and when you recoil, both hands grip your hips and swiftly tug you back.
“nuh uh, we can’t have you running away when you’re so close.”
“f-fuck, i can’t,” you whine. head shaking from side to side, and he coos.
“of course you can, pretty,” satoru drapes his body over yours, one burly thigh snug between your legs to keep the toy in place. and to keep grinding against your soft thighs.
“you’re doing so much better already,” he murmurs quietly, hips already moving against you. “just need me to hold you down and make you take it, hm?”
he phrases that like a question but slants his lips over yours to muffle your answer. satoru groans into your mouth, tongue swirling around yours and teeth sinking into your bottom lip.
your fingers twist into the sheets, clutching at them as if they would ground you. it proves useless because the filth coming out satoru’s mouth is clearly trying to leave you wrecked by the end of this.
“god, the sounds you make around fake cock,” he grunts against your jaw, hips shuttering for a moment before rutting harder. “should’ve—shit—just offered you the real thing.”
arousal pools around the vibrator to drip down onto the sheets below and it takes everything to keep your eyes from rolling backwards.
“oh my god,” you whimper, and he licks up the seam of your lips.
“be a good girl and stop holding back. let yourself feel it,” your hips roll upwards and his chest rumbles with a sound that doesn’t even sound human anymore. “yeah, there you go, fuck yourself on it.”
he was delirious. blabbering almost as much as you were, but at least he was halfway coherent. your limbs seal around him. legs coiling tight around his trim waist and hands sneaking under his shirt to scratch at his back.
your nails must dig in a little too deeply because a hiss is punctured against your lips. you draw back, scared you hurt him, and he shakes his head.
“do it again,” he pleads. palming your clothed tit. “like you mean it this time.”
a shocked huff leaves you, “jesus, you’re insane.”
the unhinged laugh that echoes through your room only proves your point, but you oblige. your nails rake over his muscled back, and the sound he makes makes your clit pulse.
“oh, c’mon baby harder,” you cut into skin, and he chokes. “ah—fuck yes!”
satoru doesn’t bother holding himself up anymore. he just lets all his weight bear down on you, basically trapping you under him.
he drops his head to the swell of your breast, and your back bows when he latches onto your nipple through your shirt, sucking it into his mouth and wetting the fabric.
“cum for me,” he hums against the peak when you tense under him.
you have a brief moment of panic when your breath gets stuck somewhere in your chest. it wracks with a broken sob, and even when you go limp with your release, the vibrations between your legs don’t stop.
satoru shudders not long after you. moaning between your breasts while his cum makes a mess of his briefs. it spurts onto material in thick pulses and you swear you feel it on your skin. warm, sticky and sleek.
he stays on you for a second longer, then lifts himself onto his elbows so he doesn’t accidentally smother you.
it’s only when he slides the vibrator out that air returns to your lungs. tension leaves your body and your spine loosens again.
your eyes flit over to him and they bulge when you see him raise the toy to his mouth. glossy lips wrapping around the silicone, as he sucks your arousal and cum off of it.
the slurping noise he makes while he keeps his eyes on yours has liquid heat building up in your belly again, so intense it’s like you didn’t cum seconds ago. he releases it from his mouth with a pop and grins widely.
“see? works perfectly.”
you had a total psycho for a best friend, and whatever craze that infected him had to be spreading. because when he parts your legs again, murmuring something about making you squirt with round two…
note: hi this is a scheduled post. period cramps currently have me on my ass but i’ll be back online as soon as i can. lmk if you saw any errors okay? okay.
ps: @rambld see what other best friends are doing? lock in.
if your friends saw the giddiness on your face everytime the mailman came around, they would think you had some kind of hot fling or sugar daddy overseas. but instead you’re stuck with a 30 year old penpal, that’s been locked up for god knows how long, who also happens to have a big dick if the polaroids you’re looking at are actually his.
what started as a drunk joke turned into you submitting a request for a penpal through your city’s local prison. when the men have been deemed “well” and on good behavior, they have a chance to be paired with a pen pal in the outside world. a chance for them to gain social interaction outside of the gray four walls they’re stuck behind.
it must’ve been fate is all that runs through your mind when you read the welcome email. you don’t know what deity to thank but the picture of your penpal that greets you at the end of the message is enough to have you clenching your thighs.
the low lidded look he gives the camera, shaggy hair that’s turned every which way, even the scar that graces his lips as they’re quirked up into a smirk. you’re not sure what he’s in the hammer for, but it has your considering a bail.
the messages between you both started off really tame, greetings between you two. conversations about your college days, what hobbies you do to pass time. it wasn't until the 2 month mark that his tone became something short of horny.
“what’re you wearing everytime you write to me, sweetheart? you get all dolled up for me in some lace? take a pic next time, let me see”
“seems like you’ve had a rough week. bet my fingers could help a bit.”
and it’s been back and forth since then. you’re not one to shy away from his advances either. in fact, you encourage it. comments about his big arms carrying you all over the room. how badly you want to run your nails down his muscular back. it’s borderline sexting and you sometimes feel bad for the correction officer that has to read through it for legal reasons before sending it over to toji.
is it embarrassing to admit that you look forward to getting mail from an older man in jail? possibly. is it embarrassing to admit that you’ve touched yourself to his words and pics more than once? maybe but the orgasm that comes with it is enough to have you forgetting the embarrassment. he’s mentioned his cell mate, sukuna got access to a polaroid and has been using it for the last few notes.
around valentines day, he sent one of himself holding a rose he made completely out of paper. a way for him to pass time, and then pop-up heart with your name written in cursive. his jumpsuit was zipped down to his hips, showcasing the black tank top stretched over the expanse of his chest. it left little the imagination and had you thinking of what it would feel like to have those muscles under the palm of your hand.
your heart clenched at the sweet gesture and a few days later the say paper crafts showed up at your front door. the only way to say thanks has to be to send something back right? all it took was a few moments to get over the nerves and you're posing in front of your mirror with a matching polaroid camera. the lace accentuates your curves, one hand holding the origami rose and the other pushing up your chest to really give him something to look at.
a pink enveloped sealed with a kiss left by red lipstick greeted toji in his mail box. he could care less about the looks he gained everytime he was in a rush back to his cell the moment the letter hit his hands. you've been the only thing keeping him sane throughout his time here and he'd be damned if he let any note by you go unappreciated. it's why he has a small box tucked under his bunker with all the keepsakes you've sent him. the poem of a new book you picked up, wrappers from some candies you've sent him. he might e grasping at straws here, but he continues to count down the days until he can get out and finally meet his sweet girl.
it's why he's been extra good lately. keeping his mouth shut when a guard looks at him a certain way. doing his chores without a complaint. he's been so calm and collected, his roommate has been looking at him a bit confused wondering if the older man is coming down with something. but his correctional guard, shiu knows the real reason behind his most recent behavior. toji’s been begging the man for 30 minutes in a secluded room with you.
with the heightened security, shiu can’t promise 30 minutes alone with you in a room, but what he can promise is toji having access to his computer 30 minutes for a video call. this would be the first time you hear eachothers voice, see eachother live outside of a cheap polaroid. you both are grasping at straws at this point so with little convincing from you both, the plan is set.
you've changed your makeup three times already, made sure the bra you're wearing pushes up your tits just right, and have adjusted your hair more times than you can count as you wait for the clock to hit 6. this is your first time talking to each other, and it's safe to say you're really nervous. you just want to make sure you look really good. the last letter he sent explained the whole arrangement and he even ended it with
"can't wait to see your pretty face, baby. maybe i can see your fingers stuffing your pussy too"
and you've been on edge since.
your laptop chimes with a ding to indicate someone joined the video call, and in the few seconds it takes to collect yourself, you hear his gruff voice.
"hey, you there?"
as if every negative thought and anxiety inducing scenario you could think of, dissipates, you find a smile gracing your lips before you turn your camera on too and nod.
"hi, toji"
his low lidded eyes seem to be assessing everything about you. your hair, your lips, the little lacy number you put on for him. it becomes very obvious that he likes what he sees when a groan vibrates through your laptop speaker.
"you look so pretty, baby. got all dressed up for me huh?" his lips quirk up as he sees the quick effect he has on you. a shy smile gracing your lips before you glance up into the camera. one hand cups your chest as the other runs up and down the strap.
" 'course i did, toji. had to make sure this call was real special. know all the trouble you went through for this." as if a switch has flipped, your voice slowly turns sultry. you'll be damned if you let an opportunity go to waste, and if you're being honest with yourself, you really wanna see if his dick is just THAT big. ideally it would be in person but beggars can't be choosers, so without a second thought, you find yourself asking a question.
"i know you've been real pent up lately, yeah? why don't you let me finally help you out 'ji. maybe show you how nice my tits looks under this" slowly teasing the bra down your shoulders, making sure to run your nails along the curve of your chest.
"or maybe show you just how wet you get me" as you let the bra drop down to the sheets, pushing the matching panties to the side. you've been soaked since you've gotten dressed. the anticipation of seeing him, and thinking of all the nights you've cum just to the thought of him.
"aren't you so thoughtful, sweetheart?"
his jaded eyes have gone dark, he was really going to let you set the speed of the call, not knowing how far you wanted to go, but this is a wet dream come true. his dick hasn't been this hard in ages and as he watches you put the lacy garment to the side and reveal yourself to him, he can't help the groan that leaves his throat.
a heavy hand landing on his bulge as he squeezes himself through the orange jumpsuit.
"been dreaming about your dick, toji. how good it tastes" he feels mesmerized as he watches you bring your fingers into your mouth, lathering the digits with spit, before trailing them down your stomach. "and how full it'll make me feel" slowly pushing your fingers in.
he's quick to let his dick out of the confines of his underwear. a wad of spit dribbles out of his mouth, landing on the tip before he starts a jerky movement to match your pace.
wet squelches fill both speakers. if anyone walked by the office he was currently occupying, it would be obvious what was going on behind the door but you both were too far gone to even care. all the shared words, and pics these last few months have had led to so many pent up emotions. it’s a miracle you both didn’t just cum at the sight of eachother.
there’s not much thoughts running through your mind other than the fact that you’re about to cum from the sight of him so disheveled. his dick is just as big as the pictures made it seem, and paired with the sounds his making is enough to have you whining.
“fuck, keep making those sounds” he gets out through gritted teeth. you both are close if the fucked out look on your faces say anything.
“to-ah toji, im gonna cum, ah- ” is all you let out as your walls tighten around your fingers. the aftershocks of your orgasm hitting you as you watch thick spurts of toji’s cum coat parts of the screen.
as you both come down from your highs, heavy panting fills the room before his voice filters through the laptop.
“needed that real bad, baby. thank you” the giggle you let out makes this all worth it as he finds himself smiling at the sound.
even if he’ll have to pay shiu back for ruining his webcam with his load.
a/n: hey, hi, hello….. it’s been a min. sorry if this seems rushed <\3 i’ve missed you guys and just wanted to get something out!! not proofread as always…
if your friends saw the giddiness on your face everytime the mailman came around, they would think you had some kind of hot fling or sugar daddy overseas. but instead you’re stuck with a 30 year old penpal, that’s been locked up for god knows how long, who also happens to have a big dick if the polaroids you’re looking at are actually his.
what started as a drunk joke turned into you submitting a request for a penpal through your city’s local prison. when the men have been deemed “well” and on good behavior, they have a chance to be paired with a pen pal in the outside world. a chance for them to gain social interaction outside of the gray four walls they’re stuck behind.
it must’ve been fate is all that runs through your mind when you read the welcome email. you don’t know what deity to thank but the picture of your penpal that greets you at the end of the message is enough to have you clenching your thighs.
the low lidded look he gives the camera, shaggy hair that’s turned every which way, even the scar that graces his lips as they’re quirked up into a smirk. you’re not sure what he’s in the hammer for, but it has your considering a bail.
the messages between you both started off really tame, greetings between you two. conversations about your college days, what hobbies you do to pass time. it wasn't until the 2 month mark that his tone became something short of horny.
“what’re you wearing everytime you write to me, sweetheart? you get all dolled up for me in some lace? take a pic next time, let me see”
“seems like you’ve had a rough week. bet my fingers could help a bit.”
and it’s been back and forth since then. you’re not one to shy away from his advances either. in fact, you encourage it. comments about his big arms carrying you all over the room. how badly you want to run your nails down his muscular back. it’s borderline sexting and you sometimes feel bad for the correction officer that has to read through it for legal reasons before sending it over to toji.
is it embarrassing to admit that you look forward to getting mail from an older man in jail? possibly. is it embarrassing to admit that you’ve touched yourself to his words and pics more than once? maybe but the orgasm that comes with it is enough to have you forgetting the embarrassment. he’s mentioned his cell mate, sukuna got access to a polaroid and has been using it for the last few notes.
around valentines day, he sent one of himself holding a rose he made completely out of paper. a way for him to pass time, and then pop-up heart with your name written in cursive. his jumpsuit was zipped down to his hips, showcasing the black tank top stretched over the expanse of his chest. it left little the imagination and had you thinking of what it would feel like to have those muscles under the palm of your hand.
your heart clenched at the sweet gesture and a few days later the say paper crafts showed up at your front door. the only way to say thanks has to be to send something back right? all it took was a few moments to get over the nerves and you're posing in front of your mirror with a matching polaroid camera. the lace accentuates your curves, one hand holding the origami rose and the other pushing up your chest to really give him something to look at.
a pink enveloped sealed with a kiss left by red lipstick greeted toji in his mail box. he could care less about the looks he gained everytime he was in a rush back to his cell the moment the letter hit his hands. you've been the only thing keeping him sane throughout his time here and he'd be damned if he let any note by you go unappreciated. it's why he has a small box tucked under his bunker with all the keepsakes you've sent him. the poem of a new book you picked up, wrappers from some candies you've sent him. he might e grasping at straws here, but he continues to count down the days until he can get out and finally meet his sweet girl.
it's why he's been extra good lately. keeping his mouth shut when a guard looks at him a certain way. doing his chores without a complaint. he's been so calm and collected, his roommate has been looking at him a bit confused wondering if the older man is coming down with something. but his correctional guard, shiu knows the real reason behind his most recent behavior. toji’s been begging the man for 30 minutes in a secluded room with you.
with the heightened security, shiu can’t promise 30 minutes alone with you in a room, but what he can promise is toji having access to his computer 30 minutes for a video call. this would be the first time you hear eachothers voice, see eachother live outside of a cheap polaroid. you both are grasping at straws at this point so with little convincing from you both, the plan is set.
you've changed your makeup three times already, made sure the bra you're wearing pushes up your tits just right, and have adjusted your hair more times than you can count as you wait for the clock to hit 6. this is your first time talking to each other, and it's safe to say you're really nervous. you just want to make sure you look really good. the last letter he sent explained the whole arrangement and he even ended it with
"can't wait to see your pretty face, baby. maybe i can see your fingers stuffing your pussy too"
and you've been on edge since.
your laptop chimes with a ding to indicate someone joined the video call, and in the few seconds it takes to collect yourself, you hear his gruff voice.
"hey, you there?"
as if every negative thought and anxiety inducing scenario you could think of, dissipates, you find a smile gracing your lips before you turn your camera on too and nod.
"hi, toji"
his low lidded eyes seem to be assessing everything about you. your hair, your lips, the little lacy number you put on for him. it becomes very obvious that he likes what he sees when a groan vibrates through your laptop speaker.
"you look so pretty, baby. got all dressed up for me huh?" his lips quirk up as he sees the quick effect he has on you. a shy smile gracing your lips before you glance up into the camera. one hand cups your chest as the other runs up and down the strap.
" 'course i did, toji. had to make sure this call was real special. know all the trouble you went through for this." as if a switch has flipped, your voice slowly turns sultry. you'll be damned if you let an opportunity go to waste, and if you're being honest with yourself, you really wanna see if his dick is just THAT big. ideally it would be in person but beggars can't be choosers, so without a second thought, you find yourself asking a question.
"i know you've been real pent up lately, yeah? why don't you let me finally help you out 'ji. maybe show you how nice my tits looks under this" slowly teasing the bra down your shoulders, making sure to run your nails along the curve of your chest.
"or maybe show you just how wet you get me" as you let the bra drop down to the sheets, pushing the matching panties to the side. you've been soaked since you've gotten dressed. the anticipation of seeing him, and thinking of all the nights you've cum just to the thought of him.
"aren't you so thoughtful, sweetheart?"
his jaded eyes have gone dark, he was really going to let you set the speed of the call, not knowing how far you wanted to go, but this is a wet dream come true. his dick hasn't been this hard in ages and as he watches you put the lacy garment to the side and reveal yourself to him, he can't help the groan that leaves his throat.
a heavy hand landing on his bulge as he squeezes himself through the orange jumpsuit.
"been dreaming about your dick, toji. how good it tastes" he feels mesmerized as he watches you bring your fingers into your mouth, lathering the digits with spit, before trailing them down your stomach. "and how full it'll make me feel" slowly pushing your fingers in.
he's quick to let his dick out of the confines of his underwear. a wad of spit dribbles out of his mouth, landing on the tip before he starts a jerky movement to match your pace.
wet squelches fill both speakers. if anyone walked by the office he was currently occupying, it would be obvious what was going on behind the door but you both were too far gone to even care. all the shared words, and pics these last few months have had led to so many pent up emotions. it’s a miracle you both didn’t just cum at the sight of eachother.
there’s not much thoughts running through your mind other than the fact that you’re about to cum from the sight of him so disheveled. his dick is just as big as the pictures made it seem, and paired with the sounds his making is enough to have you whining.
“fuck, keep making those sounds” he gets out through gritted teeth. you both are close if the fucked out look on your faces say anything.
“to-ah toji, im gonna cum, ah- ” is all you let out as your walls tighten around your fingers. the aftershocks of your orgasm hitting you as you watch thick spurts of toji’s cum coat parts of the screen.
as you both come down from your highs, heavy panting fills the room before his voice filters through the laptop.
“needed that real bad, baby. thank you” the giggle you let out makes this all worth it as he finds himself smiling at the sound.
even if he’ll have to pay shiu back for ruining his webcam with his load.
a/n: hey, hi, hello….. it’s been a min. sorry if this seems rushed <\3 i’ve missed you guys and just wanted to get something out!! not proofread as always…
if your friends saw the giddiness on your face everytime the mailman came around, they would think you had some kind of hot fling or sugar daddy overseas. but instead you’re stuck with a 30 year old penpal, that’s been locked up for god knows how long, who also happens to have a big dick if the polaroids you’re looking at are actually his.
what started as a drunk joke turned into you submitting a request for a penpal through your city’s local prison. when the men have been deemed “well” and on good behavior, they have a chance to be paired with a pen pal in the outside world. a chance for them to gain social interaction outside of the gray four walls they’re stuck behind.
it must’ve been fate is all that runs through your mind when you read the welcome email. you don’t know what deity to thank but the picture of your penpal that greets you at the end of the message is enough to have you clenching your thighs.
the low lidded look he gives the camera, shaggy hair that’s turned every which way, even the scar that graces his lips as they’re quirked up into a smirk. you’re not sure what he’s in the hammer for, but it has your considering a bail.
the messages between you both started off really tame, greetings between you two. conversations about your college days, what hobbies you do to pass time. it wasn't until the 2 month mark that his tone became something short of horny.
“what’re you wearing everytime you write to me, sweetheart? you get all dolled up for me in some lace? take a pic next time, let me see”
“seems like you’ve had a rough week. bet my fingers could help a bit.”
and it’s been back and forth since then. you’re not one to shy away from his advances either. in fact, you encourage it. comments about his big arms carrying you all over the room. how badly you want to run your nails down his muscular back. it’s borderline sexting and you sometimes feel bad for the correction officer that has to read through it for legal reasons before sending it over to toji.
is it embarrassing to admit that you look forward to getting mail from an older man in jail? possibly. is it embarrassing to admit that you’ve touched yourself to his words and pics more than once? maybe but the orgasm that comes with it is enough to have you forgetting the embarrassment. he’s mentioned his cell mate, sukuna got access to a polaroid and has been using it for the last few notes.
around valentines day, he sent one of himself holding a rose he made completely out of paper. a way for him to pass time, and then pop-up heart with your name written in cursive. his jumpsuit was zipped down to his hips, showcasing the black tank top stretched over the expanse of his chest. it left little the imagination and had you thinking of what it would feel like to have those muscles under the palm of your hand.
your heart clenched at the sweet gesture and a few days later the say paper crafts showed up at your front door. the only way to say thanks has to be to send something back right? all it took was a few moments to get over the nerves and you're posing in front of your mirror with a matching polaroid camera. the lace accentuates your curves, one hand holding the origami rose and the other pushing up your chest to really give him something to look at.
a pink enveloped sealed with a kiss left by red lipstick greeted toji in his mail box. he could care less about the looks he gained everytime he was in a rush back to his cell the moment the letter hit his hands. you've been the only thing keeping him sane throughout his time here and he'd be damned if he let any note by you go unappreciated. it's why he has a small box tucked under his bunker with all the keepsakes you've sent him. the poem of a new book you picked up, wrappers from some candies you've sent him. he might e grasping at straws here, but he continues to count down the days until he can get out and finally meet his sweet girl.
it's why he's been extra good lately. keeping his mouth shut when a guard looks at him a certain way. doing his chores without a complaint. he's been so calm and collected, his roommate has been looking at him a bit confused wondering if the older man is coming down with something. but his correctional guard, shiu knows the real reason behind his most recent behavior. toji’s been begging the man for 30 minutes in a secluded room with you.
with the heightened security, shiu can’t promise 30 minutes alone with you in a room, but what he can promise is toji having access to his computer 30 minutes for a video call. this would be the first time you hear eachothers voice, see eachother live outside of a cheap polaroid. you both are grasping at straws at this point so with little convincing from you both, the plan is set.
you've changed your makeup three times already, made sure the bra you're wearing pushes up your tits just right, and have adjusted your hair more times than you can count as you wait for the clock to hit 6. this is your first time talking to each other, and it's safe to say you're really nervous. you just want to make sure you look really good. the last letter he sent explained the whole arrangement and he even ended it with
"can't wait to see your pretty face, baby. maybe i can see your fingers stuffing your pussy too"
and you've been on edge since.
your laptop chimes with a ding to indicate someone joined the video call, and in the few seconds it takes to collect yourself, you hear his gruff voice.
"hey, you there?"
as if every negative thought and anxiety inducing scenario you could think of, dissipates, you find a smile gracing your lips before you turn your camera on too and nod.
"hi, toji"
his low lidded eyes seem to be assessing everything about you. your hair, your lips, the little lacy number you put on for him. it becomes very obvious that he likes what he sees when a groan vibrates through your laptop speaker.
"you look so pretty, baby. got all dressed up for me huh?" his lips quirk up as he sees the quick effect he has on you. a shy smile gracing your lips before you glance up into the camera. one hand cups your chest as the other runs up and down the strap.
" 'course i did, toji. had to make sure this call was real special. know all the trouble you went through for this." as if a switch has flipped, your voice slowly turns sultry. you'll be damned if you let an opportunity go to waste, and if you're being honest with yourself, you really wanna see if his dick is just THAT big. ideally it would be in person but beggars can't be choosers, so without a second thought, you find yourself asking a question.
"i know you've been real pent up lately, yeah? why don't you let me finally help you out 'ji. maybe show you how nice my tits looks under this" slowly teasing the bra down your shoulders, making sure to run your nails along the curve of your chest.
"or maybe show you just how wet you get me" as you let the bra drop down to the sheets, pushing the matching panties to the side. you've been soaked since you've gotten dressed. the anticipation of seeing him, and thinking of all the nights you've cum just to the thought of him.
"aren't you so thoughtful, sweetheart?"
his jaded eyes have gone dark, he was really going to let you set the speed of the call, not knowing how far you wanted to go, but this is a wet dream come true. his dick hasn't been this hard in ages and as he watches you put the lacy garment to the side and reveal yourself to him, he can't help the groan that leaves his throat.
a heavy hand landing on his bulge as he squeezes himself through the orange jumpsuit.
"been dreaming about your dick, toji. how good it tastes" he feels mesmerized as he watches you bring your fingers into your mouth, lathering the digits with spit, before trailing them down your stomach. "and how full it'll make me feel" slowly pushing your fingers in.
he's quick to let his dick out of the confines of his underwear. a wad of spit dribbles out of his mouth, landing on the tip before he starts a jerky movement to match your pace.
wet squelches fill both speakers. if anyone walked by the office he was currently occupying, it would be obvious what was going on behind the door but you both were too far gone to even care. all the shared words, and pics these last few months have had led to so many pent up emotions. it’s a miracle you both didn’t just cum at the sight of eachother.
there’s not much thoughts running through your mind other than the fact that you’re about to cum from the sight of him so disheveled. his dick is just as big as the pictures made it seem, and paired with the sounds his making is enough to have you whining.
“fuck, keep making those sounds” he gets out through gritted teeth. you both are close if the fucked out look on your faces say anything.
“to-ah toji, im gonna cum, ah- ” is all you let out as your walls tighten around your fingers. the aftershocks of your orgasm hitting you as you watch thick spurts of toji’s cum coat parts of the screen.
as you both come down from your highs, heavy panting fills the room before his voice filters through the laptop.
“needed that real bad, baby. thank you” the giggle you let out makes this all worth it as he finds himself smiling at the sound.
even if he’ll have to pay shiu back for ruining his webcam with his load.
a/n: hey, hi, hello….. it’s been a min. sorry if this seems rushed <\3 i’ve missed you guys and just wanted to get something out!! not proofread as always…
if your friends saw the giddiness on your face everytime the mailman came around, they would think you had some kind of hot fling or sugar daddy overseas. but instead you’re stuck with a 30 year old penpal, that’s been locked up for god knows how long, who also happens to have a big dick if the polaroids you’re looking at are actually his.
what started as a drunk joke turned into you submitting a request for a penpal through your city’s local prison. when the men have been deemed “well” and on good behavior, they have a chance to be paired with a pen pal in the outside world. a chance for them to gain social interaction outside of the gray four walls they’re stuck behind.
it must’ve been fate is all that runs through your mind when you read the welcome email. you don’t know what deity to thank but the picture of your penpal that greets you at the end of the message is enough to have you clenching your thighs.
the low lidded look he gives the camera, shaggy hair that’s turned every which way, even the scar that graces his lips as they’re quirked up into a smirk. you’re not sure what he’s in the hammer for, but it has your considering a bail.
the messages between you both started off really tame, greetings between you two. conversations about your college days, what hobbies you do to pass time. it wasn't until the 2 month mark that his tone became something short of horny.
“what’re you wearing everytime you write to me, sweetheart? you get all dolled up for me in some lace? take a pic next time, let me see”
“seems like you’ve had a rough week. bet my fingers could help a bit.”
and it’s been back and forth since then. you’re not one to shy away from his advances either. in fact, you encourage it. comments about his big arms carrying you all over the room. how badly you want to run your nails down his muscular back. it’s borderline sexting and you sometimes feel bad for the correction officer that has to read through it for legal reasons before sending it over to toji.
is it embarrassing to admit that you look forward to getting mail from an older man in jail? possibly. is it embarrassing to admit that you’ve touched yourself to his words and pics more than once? maybe but the orgasm that comes with it is enough to have you forgetting the embarrassment. he’s mentioned his cell mate, sukuna got access to a polaroid and has been using it for the last few notes.
around valentines day, he sent one of himself holding a rose he made completely out of paper. a way for him to pass time, and then pop-up heart with your name written in cursive. his jumpsuit was zipped down to his hips, showcasing the black tank top stretched over the expanse of his chest. it left little the imagination and had you thinking of what it would feel like to have those muscles under the palm of your hand.
your heart clenched at the sweet gesture and a few days later the say paper crafts showed up at your front door. the only way to say thanks has to be to send something back right? all it took was a few moments to get over the nerves and you're posing in front of your mirror with a matching polaroid camera. the lace accentuates your curves, one hand holding the origami rose and the other pushing up your chest to really give him something to look at.
a pink enveloped sealed with a kiss left by red lipstick greeted toji in his mail box. he could care less about the looks he gained everytime he was in a rush back to his cell the moment the letter hit his hands. you've been the only thing keeping him sane throughout his time here and he'd be damned if he let any note by you go unappreciated. it's why he has a small box tucked under his bunker with all the keepsakes you've sent him. the poem of a new book you picked up, wrappers from some candies you've sent him. he might e grasping at straws here, but he continues to count down the days until he can get out and finally meet his sweet girl.
it's why he's been extra good lately. keeping his mouth shut when a guard looks at him a certain way. doing his chores without a complaint. he's been so calm and collected, his roommate has been looking at him a bit confused wondering if the older man is coming down with something. but his correctional guard, shiu knows the real reason behind his most recent behavior. toji’s been begging the man for 30 minutes in a secluded room with you.
with the heightened security, shiu can’t promise 30 minutes alone with you in a room, but what he can promise is toji having access to his computer 30 minutes for a video call. this would be the first time you hear eachothers voice, see eachother live outside of a cheap polaroid. you both are grasping at straws at this point so with little convincing from you both, the plan is set.
you've changed your makeup three times already, made sure the bra you're wearing pushes up your tits just right, and have adjusted your hair more times than you can count as you wait for the clock to hit 6. this is your first time talking to each other, and it's safe to say you're really nervous. you just want to make sure you look really good. the last letter he sent explained the whole arrangement and he even ended it with
"can't wait to see your pretty face, baby. maybe i can see your fingers stuffing your pussy too"
and you've been on edge since.
your laptop chimes with a ding to indicate someone joined the video call, and in the few seconds it takes to collect yourself, you hear his gruff voice.
"hey, you there?"
as if every negative thought and anxiety inducing scenario you could think of, dissipates, you find a smile gracing your lips before you turn your camera on too and nod.
"hi, toji"
his low lidded eyes seem to be assessing everything about you. your hair, your lips, the little lacy number you put on for him. it becomes very obvious that he likes what he sees when a groan vibrates through your laptop speaker.
"you look so pretty, baby. got all dressed up for me huh?" his lips quirk up as he sees the quick effect he has on you. a shy smile gracing your lips before you glance up into the camera. one hand cups your chest as the other runs up and down the strap.
" 'course i did, toji. had to make sure this call was real special. know all the trouble you went through for this." as if a switch has flipped, your voice slowly turns sultry. you'll be damned if you let an opportunity go to waste, and if you're being honest with yourself, you really wanna see if his dick is just THAT big. ideally it would be in person but beggars can't be choosers, so without a second thought, you find yourself asking a question.
"i know you've been real pent up lately, yeah? why don't you let me finally help you out 'ji. maybe show you how nice my tits looks under this" slowly teasing the bra down your shoulders, making sure to run your nails along the curve of your chest.
"or maybe show you just how wet you get me" as you let the bra drop down to the sheets, pushing the matching panties to the side. you've been soaked since you've gotten dressed. the anticipation of seeing him, and thinking of all the nights you've cum just to the thought of him.
"aren't you so thoughtful, sweetheart?"
his jaded eyes have gone dark, he was really going to let you set the speed of the call, not knowing how far you wanted to go, but this is a wet dream come true. his dick hasn't been this hard in ages and as he watches you put the lacy garment to the side and reveal yourself to him, he can't help the groan that leaves his throat.
a heavy hand landing on his bulge as he squeezes himself through the orange jumpsuit.
"been dreaming about your dick, toji. how good it tastes" he feels mesmerized as he watches you bring your fingers into your mouth, lathering the digits with spit, before trailing them down your stomach. "and how full it'll make me feel" slowly pushing your fingers in.
he's quick to let his dick out of the confines of his underwear. a wad of spit dribbles out of his mouth, landing on the tip before he starts a jerky movement to match your pace.
wet squelches fill both speakers. if anyone walked by the office he was currently occupying, it would be obvious what was going on behind the door but you both were too far gone to even care. all the shared words, and pics these last few months have had led to so many pent up emotions. it’s a miracle you both didn’t just cum at the sight of eachother.
there’s not much thoughts running through your mind other than the fact that you’re about to cum from the sight of him so disheveled. his dick is just as big as the pictures made it seem, and paired with the sounds his making is enough to have you whining.
“fuck, keep making those sounds” he gets out through gritted teeth. you both are close if the fucked out look on your faces say anything.
“to-ah toji, im gonna cum, ah- ” is all you let out as your walls tighten around your fingers. the aftershocks of your orgasm hitting you as you watch thick spurts of toji’s cum coat parts of the screen.
as you both come down from your highs, heavy panting fills the room before his voice filters through the laptop.
“needed that real bad, baby. thank you” the giggle you let out makes this all worth it as he finds himself smiling at the sound.
even if he’ll have to pay shiu back for ruining his webcam with his load.
a/n: hey, hi, hello….. it’s been a min. sorry if this seems rushed <\3 i’ve missed you guys and just wanted to get something out!! not proofread as always…
if your friends saw the giddiness on your face everytime the mailman came around, they would think you had some kind of hot fling or sugar daddy overseas. but instead you’re stuck with a 30 year old penpal, that’s been locked up for god knows how long, who also happens to have a big dick if the polaroids you’re looking at are actually his.
what started as a drunk joke turned into you submitting a request for a penpal through your city’s local prison. when the men have been deemed “well” and on good behavior, they have a chance to be paired with a pen pal in the outside world. a chance for them to gain social interaction outside of the gray four walls they’re stuck behind.
it must’ve been fate is all that runs through your mind when you read the welcome email. you don’t know what deity to thank but the picture of your penpal that greets you at the end of the message is enough to have you clenching your thighs.
the low lidded look he gives the camera, shaggy hair that’s turned every which way, even the scar that graces his lips as they’re quirked up into a smirk. you’re not sure what he’s in the hammer for, but it has your considering a bail.
the messages between you both started off really tame, greetings between you two. conversations about your college days, what hobbies you do to pass time. it wasn't until the 2 month mark that his tone became something short of horny.
“what’re you wearing everytime you write to me, sweetheart? you get all dolled up for me in some lace? take a pic next time, let me see”
“seems like you’ve had a rough week. bet my fingers could help a bit.”
and it’s been back and forth since then. you’re not one to shy away from his advances either. in fact, you encourage it. comments about his big arms carrying you all over the room. how badly you want to run your nails down his muscular back. it’s borderline sexting and you sometimes feel bad for the correction officer that has to read through it for legal reasons before sending it over to toji.
is it embarrassing to admit that you look forward to getting mail from an older man in jail? possibly. is it embarrassing to admit that you’ve touched yourself to his words and pics more than once? maybe but the orgasm that comes with it is enough to have you forgetting the embarrassment. he’s mentioned his cell mate, sukuna got access to a polaroid and has been using it for the last few notes.
around valentines day, he sent one of himself holding a rose he made completely out of paper. a way for him to pass time, and then pop-up heart with your name written in cursive. his jumpsuit was zipped down to his hips, showcasing the black tank top stretched over the expanse of his chest. it left little the imagination and had you thinking of what it would feel like to have those muscles under the palm of your hand.
your heart clenched at the sweet gesture and a few days later the say paper crafts showed up at your front door. the only way to say thanks has to be to send something back right? all it took was a few moments to get over the nerves and you're posing in front of your mirror with a matching polaroid camera. the lace accentuates your curves, one hand holding the origami rose and the other pushing up your chest to really give him something to look at.
a pink enveloped sealed with a kiss left by red lipstick greeted toji in his mail box. he could care less about the looks he gained everytime he was in a rush back to his cell the moment the letter hit his hands. you've been the only thing keeping him sane throughout his time here and he'd be damned if he let any note by you go unappreciated. it's why he has a small box tucked under his bunker with all the keepsakes you've sent him. the poem of a new book you picked up, wrappers from some candies you've sent him. he might e grasping at straws here, but he continues to count down the days until he can get out and finally meet his sweet girl.
it's why he's been extra good lately. keeping his mouth shut when a guard looks at him a certain way. doing his chores without a complaint. he's been so calm and collected, his roommate has been looking at him a bit confused wondering if the older man is coming down with something. but his correctional guard, shiu knows the real reason behind his most recent behavior. toji’s been begging the man for 30 minutes in a secluded room with you.
with the heightened security, shiu can’t promise 30 minutes alone with you in a room, but what he can promise is toji having access to his computer 30 minutes for a video call. this would be the first time you hear eachothers voice, see eachother live outside of a cheap polaroid. you both are grasping at straws at this point so with little convincing from you both, the plan is set.
you've changed your makeup three times already, made sure the bra you're wearing pushes up your tits just right, and have adjusted your hair more times than you can count as you wait for the clock to hit 6. this is your first time talking to each other, and it's safe to say you're really nervous. you just want to make sure you look really good. the last letter he sent explained the whole arrangement and he even ended it with
"can't wait to see your pretty face, baby. maybe i can see your fingers stuffing your pussy too"
and you've been on edge since.
your laptop chimes with a ding to indicate someone joined the video call, and in the few seconds it takes to collect yourself, you hear his gruff voice.
"hey, you there?"
as if every negative thought and anxiety inducing scenario you could think of, dissipates, you find a smile gracing your lips before you turn your camera on too and nod.
"hi, toji"
his low lidded eyes seem to be assessing everything about you. your hair, your lips, the little lacy number you put on for him. it becomes very obvious that he likes what he sees when a groan vibrates through your laptop speaker.
"you look so pretty, baby. got all dressed up for me huh?" his lips quirk up as he sees the quick effect he has on you. a shy smile gracing your lips before you glance up into the camera. one hand cups your chest as the other runs up and down the strap.
" 'course i did, toji. had to make sure this call was real special. know all the trouble you went through for this." as if a switch has flipped, your voice slowly turns sultry. you'll be damned if you let an opportunity go to waste, and if you're being honest with yourself, you really wanna see if his dick is just THAT big. ideally it would be in person but beggars can't be choosers, so without a second thought, you find yourself asking a question.
"i know you've been real pent up lately, yeah? why don't you let me finally help you out 'ji. maybe show you how nice my tits looks under this" slowly teasing the bra down your shoulders, making sure to run your nails along the curve of your chest.
"or maybe show you just how wet you get me" as you let the bra drop down to the sheets, pushing the matching panties to the side. you've been soaked since you've gotten dressed. the anticipation of seeing him, and thinking of all the nights you've cum just to the thought of him.
"aren't you so thoughtful, sweetheart?"
his jaded eyes have gone dark, he was really going to let you set the speed of the call, not knowing how far you wanted to go, but this is a wet dream come true. his dick hasn't been this hard in ages and as he watches you put the lacy garment to the side and reveal yourself to him, he can't help the groan that leaves his throat.
a heavy hand landing on his bulge as he squeezes himself through the orange jumpsuit.
"been dreaming about your dick, toji. how good it tastes" he feels mesmerized as he watches you bring your fingers into your mouth, lathering the digits with spit, before trailing them down your stomach. "and how full it'll make me feel" slowly pushing your fingers in.
he's quick to let his dick out of the confines of his underwear. a wad of spit dribbles out of his mouth, landing on the tip before he starts a jerky movement to match your pace.
wet squelches fill both speakers. if anyone walked by the office he was currently occupying, it would be obvious what was going on behind the door but you both were too far gone to even care. all the shared words, and pics these last few months have had led to so many pent up emotions. it’s a miracle you both didn’t just cum at the sight of eachother.
there’s not much thoughts running through your mind other than the fact that you’re about to cum from the sight of him so disheveled. his dick is just as big as the pictures made it seem, and paired with the sounds his making is enough to have you whining.
“fuck, keep making those sounds” he gets out through gritted teeth. you both are close if the fucked out look on your faces say anything.
“to-ah toji, im gonna cum, ah- ” is all you let out as your walls tighten around your fingers. the aftershocks of your orgasm hitting you as you watch thick spurts of toji’s cum coat parts of the screen.
as you both come down from your highs, heavy panting fills the room before his voice filters through the laptop.
“needed that real bad, baby. thank you” the giggle you let out makes this all worth it as he finds himself smiling at the sound.
even if he’ll have to pay shiu back for ruining his webcam with his load.
a/n: hey, hi, hello….. it’s been a min. sorry if this seems rushed <\3 i’ve missed you guys and just wanted to get something out!! not proofread as always…
if your friends saw the giddiness on your face everytime the mailman came around, they would think you had some kind of hot fling or sugar daddy overseas. but instead you’re stuck with a 30 year old penpal, that’s been locked up for god knows how long, who also happens to have a big dick if the polaroids you’re looking at are actually his.
what started as a drunk joke turned into you submitting a request for a penpal through your city’s local prison. when the men have been deemed “well” and on good behavior, they have a chance to be paired with a pen pal in the outside world. a chance for them to gain social interaction outside of the gray four walls they’re stuck behind.
it must’ve been fate is all that runs through your mind when you read the welcome email. you don’t know what deity to thank but the picture of your penpal that greets you at the end of the message is enough to have you clenching your thighs.
the low lidded look he gives the camera, shaggy hair that’s turned every which way, even the scar that graces his lips as they’re quirked up into a smirk. you’re not sure what he’s in the hammer for, but it has your considering a bail.
the messages between you both started off really tame, greetings between you two. conversations about your college days, what hobbies you do to pass time. it wasn't until the 2 month mark that his tone became something short of horny.
“what’re you wearing everytime you write to me, sweetheart? you get all dolled up for me in some lace? take a pic next time, let me see”
“seems like you’ve had a rough week. bet my fingers could help a bit.”
and it’s been back and forth since then. you’re not one to shy away from his advances either. in fact, you encourage it. comments about his big arms carrying you all over the room. how badly you want to run your nails down his muscular back. it’s borderline sexting and you sometimes feel bad for the correction officer that has to read through it for legal reasons before sending it over to toji.
is it embarrassing to admit that you look forward to getting mail from an older man in jail? possibly. is it embarrassing to admit that you’ve touched yourself to his words and pics more than once? maybe but the orgasm that comes with it is enough to have you forgetting the embarrassment. he’s mentioned his cell mate, sukuna got access to a polaroid and has been using it for the last few notes.
around valentines day, he sent one of himself holding a rose he made completely out of paper. a way for him to pass time, and then pop-up heart with your name written in cursive. his jumpsuit was zipped down to his hips, showcasing the black tank top stretched over the expanse of his chest. it left little the imagination and had you thinking of what it would feel like to have those muscles under the palm of your hand.
your heart clenched at the sweet gesture and a few days later the say paper crafts showed up at your front door. the only way to say thanks has to be to send something back right? all it took was a few moments to get over the nerves and you're posing in front of your mirror with a matching polaroid camera. the lace accentuates your curves, one hand holding the origami rose and the other pushing up your chest to really give him something to look at.
a pink enveloped sealed with a kiss left by red lipstick greeted toji in his mail box. he could care less about the looks he gained everytime he was in a rush back to his cell the moment the letter hit his hands. you've been the only thing keeping him sane throughout his time here and he'd be damned if he let any note by you go unappreciated. it's why he has a small box tucked under his bunker with all the keepsakes you've sent him. the poem of a new book you picked up, wrappers from some candies you've sent him. he might e grasping at straws here, but he continues to count down the days until he can get out and finally meet his sweet girl.
it's why he's been extra good lately. keeping his mouth shut when a guard looks at him a certain way. doing his chores without a complaint. he's been so calm and collected, his roommate has been looking at him a bit confused wondering if the older man is coming down with something. but his correctional guard, shiu knows the real reason behind his most recent behavior. toji’s been begging the man for 30 minutes in a secluded room with you.
with the heightened security, shiu can’t promise 30 minutes alone with you in a room, but what he can promise is toji having access to his computer 30 minutes for a video call. this would be the first time you hear eachothers voice, see eachother live outside of a cheap polaroid. you both are grasping at straws at this point so with little convincing from you both, the plan is set.
you've changed your makeup three times already, made sure the bra you're wearing pushes up your tits just right, and have adjusted your hair more times than you can count as you wait for the clock to hit 6. this is your first time talking to each other, and it's safe to say you're really nervous. you just want to make sure you look really good. the last letter he sent explained the whole arrangement and he even ended it with
"can't wait to see your pretty face, baby. maybe i can see your fingers stuffing your pussy too"
and you've been on edge since.
your laptop chimes with a ding to indicate someone joined the video call, and in the few seconds it takes to collect yourself, you hear his gruff voice.
"hey, you there?"
as if every negative thought and anxiety inducing scenario you could think of, dissipates, you find a smile gracing your lips before you turn your camera on too and nod.
"hi, toji"
his low lidded eyes seem to be assessing everything about you. your hair, your lips, the little lacy number you put on for him. it becomes very obvious that he likes what he sees when a groan vibrates through your laptop speaker.
"you look so pretty, baby. got all dressed up for me huh?" his lips quirk up as he sees the quick effect he has on you. a shy smile gracing your lips before you glance up into the camera. one hand cups your chest as the other runs up and down the strap.
" 'course i did, toji. had to make sure this call was real special. know all the trouble you went through for this." as if a switch has flipped, your voice slowly turns sultry. you'll be damned if you let an opportunity go to waste, and if you're being honest with yourself, you really wanna see if his dick is just THAT big. ideally it would be in person but beggars can't be choosers, so without a second thought, you find yourself asking a question.
"i know you've been real pent up lately, yeah? why don't you let me finally help you out 'ji. maybe show you how nice my tits looks under this" slowly teasing the bra down your shoulders, making sure to run your nails along the curve of your chest.
"or maybe show you just how wet you get me" as you let the bra drop down to the sheets, pushing the matching panties to the side. you've been soaked since you've gotten dressed. the anticipation of seeing him, and thinking of all the nights you've cum just to the thought of him.
"aren't you so thoughtful, sweetheart?"
his jaded eyes have gone dark, he was really going to let you set the speed of the call, not knowing how far you wanted to go, but this is a wet dream come true. his dick hasn't been this hard in ages and as he watches you put the lacy garment to the side and reveal yourself to him, he can't help the groan that leaves his throat.
a heavy hand landing on his bulge as he squeezes himself through the orange jumpsuit.
"been dreaming about your dick, toji. how good it tastes" he feels mesmerized as he watches you bring your fingers into your mouth, lathering the digits with spit, before trailing them down your stomach. "and how full it'll make me feel" slowly pushing your fingers in.
he's quick to let his dick out of the confines of his underwear. a wad of spit dribbles out of his mouth, landing on the tip before he starts a jerky movement to match your pace.
wet squelches fill both speakers. if anyone walked by the office he was currently occupying, it would be obvious what was going on behind the door but you both were too far gone to even care. all the shared words, and pics these last few months have had led to so many pent up emotions. it’s a miracle you both didn’t just cum at the sight of eachother.
there’s not much thoughts running through your mind other than the fact that you’re about to cum from the sight of him so disheveled. his dick is just as big as the pictures made it seem, and paired with the sounds his making is enough to have you whining.
“fuck, keep making those sounds” he gets out through gritted teeth. you both are close if the fucked out look on your faces say anything.
“to-ah toji, im gonna cum, ah- ” is all you let out as your walls tighten around your fingers. the aftershocks of your orgasm hitting you as you watch thick spurts of toji’s cum coat parts of the screen.
as you both come down from your highs, heavy panting fills the room before his voice filters through the laptop.
“needed that real bad, baby. thank you” the giggle you let out makes this all worth it as he finds himself smiling at the sound.
even if he’ll have to pay shiu back for ruining his webcam with his load.
a/n: hey, hi, hello….. it’s been a min. sorry if this seems rushed <\3 i’ve missed you guys and just wanted to get something out!! not proofread as always…
ꮼ sweetheart fratboy!sukuna & you make each other feel special after the first time
ᦸ making love is sweet, but aftercare is sweeter.
𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞 : art is by hunnismokah. ⸝⸝ valentine event. ⸝⸝ not proofread.
"Wow." That was the first word from your boyfriend's lips after collapsing onto your chest.
Nothing big or extravagant, just a sweet reverent "wow" that he'd purred into your throat.
He'd been very aware that you'd been a virgin—patiently waiting till you were completely ready, & he made sure to treat you like a princess the entire night.
Thoroughly fucked-out and tired, and he still looked heavenly as he pressed soft kisses up your jaw, pulling back just enough to cradle your face with rough fingertips.
"You okay?" He whispered, taking in the sight of your mussed-up hair as smeared makeup with a breathy groan, "Didn't go too rough on ya?"
"M' fine." You assured, fingers ghosting over the various scratches you'd left on Ryomen's back. "I think I did just a little more damage than you did."
He ducked down, pressing two gentle kisses to your lips. "You need anything? Water? Snack? Sleep? Anything—I'll get it."
"Ryo—" you groaned, lips chasing after his for a proper kiss. "—I'm fine. Calm down; there's no need for you to be more nervous than me, idiot." You teased, tugging him down on top of you.
"I just want to make sure tonight's memorable for you and perfect." He huffed, shoving his face into the crook of your neck, beefy arms quickly finding purchase around your waist.
There was no secret how careful he'd been in your entire relationship; stereotypes of frat boys always being total dicks, or playboys—he constantly made sure you knew he wasn't like that.
Ryomen always wanted to make it obvious just how much he loved you—in his own peculiar ways, of course, that you'd grown fond of.
Even when he was a bumbling, worried idiot instead of the smooth romantic he normally was.
You dug your nose into the pink tuffs of hair with a sigh. "Ryo, baby. I was with you." Your fingers rubbed soothingly over his back, a deeper flush dusting your cheeks as he kissed your shoulder. "You already made it perfect."
"Yeah? So I didn't ruin your first time?" He sighed, grip tightening & pressing quick kisses down your shoulder. "I was so worried I had."
"Baby... you've got to be kidding me," you groaned, tangling your hand into his hair to peel him off. "I'm still seeing stars, you idiot—it was amazing. You made me feel amazing. I was worried it wasn't good for you."
One quick kiss to his lips, a second.
"You did so good for me, you know." He whispered, tapping his forehead against yours. "Only an idiot would think that was less than perfect."
"Oh, you're just saying that." You groaned, eyes rolling just a little as Ryomen's thumb rubbed teasingly slow over your hipbone. "You just want to make me feel better."
"No. Not at all," Suluna rasped, dragging a hand up your side. "That was heavenly for me. I have never felt like that before." He pressed his lips to yours again for another chaste kiss. "You're perfect."
You simply hummed, eyes flickering over his face quickly, settling on his lips. "Yeah? You promise?"
"Yes. I promise, pretty girl. This has been the best night of my life."
☆ tattoo artist!sukuna giving his shy gf a tramp stamp
throughout the few years you and sukuna have been together, the idea of getting a tattoo never really crossed your mind. while you loved seeing the different pieces he came home and showed you, there wasn't an urge for you to have the same ink on your body. but lately you might’ve had a change of heart…
scrolling online, you came across a girls post talking about tramp stamps and how it was the best decision she ever made. other people in the comments posted pictures of theirs and it was safe to say, you're obsessed. scrolling through pinterest looking for your own inspo consumed the last few nights you've laid in bed. and at first it was just a small thought. something you would keep in the back of your mind, but you remember seeing one particular comment-
prettygothgirl67: my man is so obsessed with my tramp stamp. he literally fucked me in every position possible the night i got it, and he's been taking any chance he gets to see it. best decision ever #reverse cowgirl and doggy are our bedroom staples #GET ONE!!THEY'RE SUPER HOT
your boyfriend constantly put you first in the bedroom, never let you look down on yourself and made sure you knew you were loved. you've always been a little shy, always folding in on yourself for different occasions. but you think it's time to open your shell a bit. sukuna is amazing at his job, and you probably trust him the most out of everyone so why not go and get a tattoo! especially if the night will end anything like that twitter comment described. so with all the courage you can muster, you go to the tattoo parlors website and book an appointment with the pink haired man. you probably should’ve told him personally instead of doing it this way but before you can over think it, you hit confirm.
you’ve stayed up the last few nights looking at every possible pin, inspo pics, and even first time tattoo tips. it’s safe to say you’re actually ready and not as worried as you were a few days ago.
but your boyfriend is not as gullible as you think. he came home one night to you already asleep in bed, and your phone open to newest photo album titled “tattoos <3”. he figured you would’ve talked to him if you wanted one but knew you might’ve been too anxious. so he let it go, shrugged it off and joined you in bed. now he’s looking at his schedule for the day and sees an appointment for 12:30 under the name “sweetheart”. maybe you were trying to be secretive about this whole thing but he knows no one else would book their name under a cute alias like that, so with a gentle smiling falling upon his lips, he gets the room ready for you.
you’ve been in the shop hundreds of times, but knowing it’s you getting a piece done is filling you with a buzz of a excitement you wouldn’t have expected. you made sure the outfit you wore was short and didn’t cover your lower back.
“hi, baby” his deep voice is enough to shake you out of your daydream. you thought sukuna would’ve been a bit confused seeing you, but he has a calm air to him that makes you want to kiss him silly.
“hi, kuna! how did you know it was me?” and as he explains the many nights he found you asleep with your pinterest board open, you can’t help but feel a bit embarrassed. but he’s quick to wash it away as he shows you the design he drew up. it was probably the prettiest thing you’ve ever seen and a literal embodiment of you. letting out excited squeals and giggles, he heart can’t help but squeeze at every kiss you press on his necks, lips, cheek, anywhere you can reach really.
in your elation, you don’t even remember sitting on the chair but the feeling of his heavy hand rubbing circles on your lower back is enough to make you dizzy. he’s explaining the process and what steps he’s going to take as he lines the stencil up on your skin but it’s getting a bit hard to focus. especially when he’s pushing at the small of your back to arch it just a taddd bit more, claiming he needs “the perfect angle to start”. through the normal banter you two share, your boyfriends beefy thigh has landed itself right under your core. he doesn’t make a comment or stop talking so you figured he was doing it as more of a comfort thing.
but when he started to slowly move his thigh back and forth, it was hard to hold back a whimper. between the nerves of getting your first tattoo and just seeing your hot boyfriend in his element, you can’t help the soft grinds you do to meet the thrusts of his thigh. you really want the lines to come out straight and perfect but the way he tenses the muscles of particular grinds, your clit is absolutely throbbing. you can tell your sounds are getting him off just as much when he shushes you. “you gotta be quiet, baby. you’re gonna make me mess up if you keep letting out sounds like that” and you’re nothing but a willing girlfriend that nods her head in acceptance, feeling the orgasm slowly wither away.
after a few grueling hours, you hear his needle finally come to stop. you know he’s satisfied with the finished product from the pleased hum he lets out and you can feel your nerves spike in anticipation from seeing the new art. before you can even ask for a mirror, he’s laying your chair flat and giving your ass a soft tap.
“let me appreciate my hard work yeah? think y’r pussy needs a few kisses after getting such a slutty tattoo.”
or, a list of fic recommendations that i’ve really enjoyed :p please do keep each of the warnings in mind before reading and please be kind when interacting with each one :3
suguru geto
move on — @suguruss1ut
purrfect surprise — @/suguruss1ut
bite the hand that feeds — @hotties4gojo
cream filled — @muliwamm
sex.exe — @indiewritesxoxo
you & me — @getosurya
jackal’s curse — @stberrypuss
don’t cry snowman… — @sweetieelilii
pick your poison ft. satoru gojo — @peachygelic
it will come back — @hellowoolf
satoru gojo
to build a home — @v3is
sweet love, all night long ft. suguru geto — @kkunai
like he got a collar on, imma always know where my dog at! — @/hotties4gojo
dad of the year — @/muliwamm
washing machine heart — @neossence
sirens of the caribbean ft. choso kamo — @madamechrissy
ignition — @iamsoclone
blow me (one last kiss) — @starmapz
friendly neighborhood felony — @nizhspo
it ain’t me, babe — @bambismoon
ryomen sukuna
go fuck a cactus - @rambld
berrie’s an’ creampi — @killakuna
don’t look back — @/killakuna
starburned and unkissed — @sukunahs
the little mermaid — @/sukunahs
one of the girls — @/kkunai
spilt milk — @/peachygelic
veiled reverence — @saatorus
chemically bonded — @sixxels
silent lovers — @yenayaps
hiromi higuruma
gross misconduct — @/rambld
takin’ that body downtown — @amortoru
sex pollen curse v. the state (of his formerly failed marriage) — @/amortoru
afterglow — @/madamechrissy
law & raw, order & older! — @teefushi
being a good little helper for your boss higuruma — @slvttyplums
you know i’m no good — @mononijikayu
hiromi higuruma is your divorce lawyer — @/starmapz
spoons — @sandsorghum
higuruma fucks the prosecutor after losing his case — @kmrbii
toji fushiguro
the lady and her sacrifice — @/stberrypuss
freak on a leash — @/indiewritesxoxo
casino hostess reader x toji — @tojipie
hockey captain! toji teaches you how to skate — @/tojipie
i like how i look on you — @satoyesha
toji’s pecs look good enough to eat — @angelicarlert
target — @satorusrealm
you won’t let megumi fight his dad…or the love of your life — @cursesandcigarettes
