→ in which choso just can't get enough of your touch
fwb choso, gender neutral reader, handjob, lots of begging, dirty talk, overstimulation, choso is a massive sub and pathetically horny
you know, sometimes you think you might be the one who corrupted choso kamo the most. when you met him, he was much different than the man you know now; he was quieter, polite, and never anything but appropriate around you. and truly, you were just friends, and you hadn't necessarily intended on things turning out this way, but those wandering eyes piqued his depraved curiosity and sought out the repressed desires within him.
and god, he looks so pretty like this. lean, defined body on full display, his skin slick with sweat from the rising heat in his bedroom. hair messy, face buried in his hands, bucking his hips up into your hand that strokes his cock over and over. he's all whimpers and whines, sweet sounds you know by heart from all the times you've reduced him to a mess like this.
unfortunately, they're muffled from how hard he presses his palm against his mouth, teeth biting down on the tough skin to keep himself a little quieter. so you still your hand's movements, and it doesn't even take half a second for him to peek through his fingers and beg.
"y-you stopped? no, no, don't stop, don't need to stop, just- c'mon, please, i-"
choso reaches one of his hands to keep yours moving, but you watch him think twice about it and he stops just before he makes contact. instead, it hovers a couple centimeters away, and he starts begging again.
"i'll stop every time you cover your face, cho," you tell him, voice sweet but stern. he nods rapidly and then his hands fall to his side, fingers twitching like he's still aching to touch you. of course, he wouldn't do a thing without your permission. he's good like that.
"mm, won't do it again, jus' p-please keep going," he asks you so politely in that honey-sweet tone of his.
satisfied, you smile and continue stroking your hand over the swollen head of choso's cock, teasing up and down the length of his shaft. your fingers graze over the veins running up the side, and that sensitive spot below the head, and he lets out a shivery, shaking moan. something so lust-drunk and needy it gives you a bit of a head rush.
pearly drops of precum roll down his pink tip, collecting against your thumb, and you use them as lubrication to pump him faster. his eyes are wide and his pupils are blown, staring at you so intently. he looks utterly obsessed, and he is; choso can't get enough of the way you touch and use his pretty body.
he keeps fucking into your hand, mostly matching your pace, if not a little bit faster in desperation. he wants nothing more than to chase his high and make a mess all over the both of you, but he'll wait for you to tell him that he can. choso lives and breathes to please and nothing gets him harder than earning your praise with his perfect obedience. it doesn't stop him from saying every thought out loud, though.
"oh, shit, f-feels so fucking good, love when you touch me," he groans out between heavy breaths, "always so good to me, thank you, m'so lucky. thank you, ah- thank you."
it's gotta be the hottest sound you've ever heard, really, the way he can't stop himself from telling you just how good you make him feel, how grateful he is for your hands on him. you think he'd worship them if you asked him to.
as if on cue, he reaches out for your free hand with a pleading look. you offer it to him, fingers intertwining with his, and he pulls it to his mouth to press soft, sweet kisses against the back of your hand. it doesn't interrupt his train of thought; he keeps whispering his gratitude into your skin and it grows increasingly more filthy as he gets closer and closer.
"w-would do anything for you, if it meant you'd ke- oh, fuck, if you'd keep your hand 'round my dick," he rambles, and his eyes roll back when you take a second to rub the palm of your hand over his tip again, "shit, yeah, jus' like that, thank you, thank you-"
by now he has his head thrown back against his pillow, his hand still holding yours tight. beads of sweat roll down the side of his face, his brows pulled together in an expression of intense focus and euphoria. his mouth opens and closes like he's still muttering your praises, but nothing comes out except moans and stuttering breaths.
you continue pumping his cock, watching his pretty face as you do, and you think he could truly be an angel if it weren't for the shameless things he says when he needs you to make him cum. he peeks one eye open, still squinted in pleasure, and it's then that choso realises he can't take it anymore. your watchful gaze, your merciless hand, and smell of you flooding his senses, he's doing everything in his power to not break right then and there. so he begs and begs, so fast and incoherent he's barely even listening for a response, just pure desperation.
"go on then, pretty, show me how good it feels," you grant him permission in that teasing, condescending tone, and it's the final straw for him.
choso lets out sounds that are downright sinful as he spills his cum all over your fingers and his abdomen. his back arches off the sheets as he continues to thank you over and over, interrupted by his moans of your name. his hand squeezes yours tight, fingernails leaving crescent-shaped indents in your skin that he'll no doubt be kissing apologies into later.
he keeps fucking up into your fist, chasing the high that tears through his twitching body, and even once the hot rush of pleasure starts to fade, he keeps moving. his whines are near pathetic and helpless from overstimulation, desperate to keep feeling your touch on him. he can hardly take it anymore and yet you know it's what he craves, so you tease his still-leaking tip until he finally slows down.
"you can never get enough, hey?" you say with a smile, and choso flashes one back, albeit a dazed attempt.
choso makes it so easy for you to tease him that you're starting to suspect he does it on purpose. the way his cheeks flush a pretty pink and his eyes go so wide every time you kiss him? how he bites his lip and looks up at you with heavy-lidded eyes, chest rising and falling in uneven breaths? he's almost angelic.
sometimes you make him ask nicely for a kiss. for a second, he'll give you that puzzled look, the one where you know you've caught him off guard, and it's utterly endearing. his head might tilt to the side in question, but he'll smile and even though it's a little embarrassing, he'll tap his lips with a finger and ask you. when you do kiss him, it's soft and sweet, and it only makes him flush even more.
sometimes you make him beg. when he's got his back pressed up against the headboard and his body shines with sweat, shaking a little from the rush he's feeling, you'll lean in and hover just millimetres away. he'll lift himself up a little to try to close the distance but you won't let him. you'll pull back and watch as the look in choso's eyes goes from dazed to desperate, his tongue darting out to wet his lips in anticipation. and he will beg you, he'll say 'please' and 'i want it' and 'let me taste you', whatever it takes to get you to relent.
and this time, when you finally do, it's messy and hot, entirely unpolished. something so addictive that both of you find the thought of pulling away impossible. it's one of those times where choso gets a stroke of confidence, and he'll rest his hand on the back of your head just so he can pull you deeper into it. he's greedy, kisses like he's drunk on you, his tongue parting the seam of your lips to get a better taste.
it's choso's ultimate trigger, the thing that makes him crumble every time. so late at night when he's watching you ride him and staring up with those angel eyes, you'll lean in for a perfect kiss, and you'll pause just before you make contact. you'll press a palm against his throat, you'll tell him to beg, and he'll tell you he would do anything you could ever ask of him if you'll please, please kiss him. and when you do, like its some pavlovian response ingrained in his psyche, choso will buck his hips up as he cums with his tongue in your mouth and your hand around his throat.
satoru gojo doesn’t really see the issue with sharing a shower with his best friend who happens to be a girl. by now, nudity is simply another state of being like hunger, exhaustion, etc. part of the nature of your heterosexual friendship—it just happens.
morning after a late night out, both of you are slightly hungover, and the idea of taking turns feels like too much effort. you’re brushing your teeth while satoru is under the spray, humming off-key to some tune you don’t recognise. water sluice over pale skin, and when he tilts his chin at you, suds slide down the sculpted ridges of his torso—like marble (yes, a fucking cliché, but clichés exist for a reason: they’re true, irritatingly so)—carved just to torture your eyes.
“c’mon, there’s room for one more.”
you roll your eyes, spit in the sink, and step in anyway, shivering as the warm spray hits bare skin.
he’s always the one to start. towering behind you, his fingers thread into your hair, nails grazing lightly as he works shampoo into a lather. it slips between his hands, bubbles foaming at your roots. satoru hums, absentmindedly (this time, you clock it as the theme song of familymart, of all things) and cups your jaw with one hand, tilting your head just enough so no suds violate your eyes. when he’s finally satisfied, he steps back, water dripping from his translucent lashes. you turn around.
“my turn,”
snowy hair plastered to his skull, satoru ducks his head obligingly. you work the lather through, fingers dragging against his scalp. halfway through the procedure, it occurs to you—he could be angling his eyeballs upward, trying to sneak a look at your chest. plausible. even probable. but you don’t call him out. instead, you rake your nails harder, which pulls out a startled groan from him. so laughably easy.
and just like that, the space between you feels smaller than it has any right to be.
“enjoying yourself?”
“not particularly.” you flick water at his face for emphasis, watching droplets sliding down his skin. satoru only laughs, leaning in until his forehead presses to yours.
“i can change that.”
by the time he has you pinned against the wall, legs wrapped around his waist, you are suddenly reminded of one very important factor.
“you’re not seriously—toru, water is not lube.”
“yes it is,” he insists, tongue poking between his teeth as he angles himself, impatient as ever.
“toru i am seri—ugh!”
the stretch is nothing short of brutal, forcing a hiss from your lungs as your walls strain around him.
“mmf—point taken,” he groans, voice muffled into your shoulder as he bottoms out. but his hips don’t stop, can’t stop, rutting into you with sloppy, eager thrusts that sends water ricocheting off your bodies.
a small voice in the back of your mind nags of the potential dangers: a slip, and a shameful visit to shoko with a busted tailbone and a whole lot of ‘splaining to do. but the thought is gone the moment he hits your g-spot just so, sending stars exploding behind your eyes.
your nails score down his back, the wall behind you threatening to slide you lower with every brutal slam of his hips, but his hold on your thighs is unyielding. coherent thought dissolves into the wet, staccato plap-plap-plap of skin against skin, into the broken babble spilling from his lips as he loses himself in the tight warmth of you. orgasms blur together, the second folding into the third, each one shooting pleasure up your spine, wrung from you by the same punishing pace.
bestial in his own quest for release, satoru continues to pummel his cock into you. and when it takes him too, he whimpers into your neck, that familiar pulse pumping you full. waiting out the residual spams, you stay locked there, conjoined bodies shuddering under the shower spray. his bulging biceps tremble where they cage you in, until at last satoru eases his grip and lets you down slow, feet finding the tile again. your legs nearly buckle, but he steadies you, chest pressed to yours until the worst of the aftershocks pass.
only then does he peel himself back, shaking his head like a wet dog, droplets flinging everywhere. he straightens to his full, impressive height, brilliant blue eyes cutting down at you with that guilty little smirk that makes your stomach feel things. and in that suspended moment you think you might actually let it tip into something else—until he sticks his tongue out at you.
so you reach up and flick his forehead, resetting the balance. the spell breaks, and together you shuffle apart under the spray, water washing away everything but the ache he’s left behind.
pornstar!choso has a curated look that throws off a lot of his costars. ☆
strong build, straight-set face, hands made to grip and choke and spank... most of the people he films with expect to get thrown around a bit. not doted on.
people joke that he falls a little bit in love with every costar he fucks or gets fucked by. it's because of that fucked-dumb look he gets at the end of every scene he does. glossy eyes and trembling lips and the incessant need to kiss after he's filled someone up. he says it's just the bliss of his orgasm—that he gets emotional in the moment, sure, but it doesn't mean anything.
or until you, at least.
pornstar!choso looks you up before his shoot because your name sounded vaguely familiar when it left his agent's lips. he could have sworn you'd fucked before, because when he rolls your name on his tongue it feels nostalgic, and tastes like the sweat and tears if a long night between the sheets.
he's so sure that he knows you just from name alone. it's fuzzy in his head, but he's definitely fucked you before. had you shot a scene together? or was it a one-night stand?
it's only when your name loads up on his screen, accompanied by more than a few videos of yourself in different positions, that he realises that no, he hasn't slept with you before. he's only fucked his fist to your videos more times than he could ever count.
he's a fan, even. your name has been typed one-handed into his search many many times. it's almost scary how well he knows you—what sounds you make when you get close to orgasm, how often you arch your back and try to run from pleasure instead of embrace it, how your eyebrows knit together when you're feeling so good that it hurts.
pornstar!choso realises with a now-red face that you probably don't have a clue who he is, and yet he's cum in time with you for months now. he's pretty sure he's drained his wallet a good few times on your cam shows... what if you recognise his name and piece it together with the username he donates under?
he debates cancelling the shoot, faking covid to get some time at home to hate himself in peace. but this would be his chance to learn what you really feel like.
he's imagined it so many times before. with his eyes squeezed shut, pumping into a fleshlight or his own closed fist as he thinks about how you'd feel instead. you'd be warmer, undoubtedly tighter... so much prettier. he wouldn't have to use so much lube—he'd get you nice and wet to start. taste you. god, he wants to know how you taste.
among other things. would you prefer to take control and turn him into the toys he so often pretends are you? use him as a dildo, some breathless moaning alternative to silicone that exists solely to make you feel good. or would you lay back all pretty and let him ruin you on his cock? how deep could you take him? he knows he's big but you just seem so eager in your videos—would you take him to the base with ease or would he have to bully it in?
pornstar!choso makes it to the shoot before you do—comes in ten minutes early to settle his nerves and get a feel for the scene ahead. the director tells him it's a simple shoot, that choso is meant to let you ride him for a while until you pull off and suck his cock for a nice close-up facial shot.
he hates the fact that your first, and possibly only, time together would be in front of a production crew, but he'd fuck on a stage in front of thousands to know how you feel wrapped around him. still, the clinical way the director speaks about sex with you makes choso grimace. like it won't change him as a man. like he wasn't up all night thinking about it—hell, he's not sure he has any cum left to give you.
pornstar!choso hates himself for stumbling over his words when he meets you. he wishes he had never looked you up, though he doesn't doubt that seeing your pretty face like this would have wrecked his confidence regardless. you're kind, and greet him with a shy smile as if he isn't about to slip balls-deep inside of you.
once he has you sitting on top of him on that bed—cameras pointed dutifully as you start to play your role and hike your skirt up to sink down on his cock—he can't handle the thought of fucking you like it's nothing. like it hasn't been the crux of all his fantasies since he first discovered you. makes him feel sick to the stomach.
probably to the detriment of his career, he pushes you back onto the bed and connects his lips to yours in a kiss that surpasses every single fantasy he's had in mind. you taste hood, and he wants more. he speaks against your lips, whines a question that makes your stomach coil.
"can i eat you out first? please?"
pornstar!choso is chided by the production team when he gets his head under your skirt and starts lapping at your pussy in the most desperate act of need he thinks he has ever displayed. those that claim he falls in love with each shoot would be wholly correct in this case—he is in love with the taste of you. he could eat you for hours. run his tongue from your clit to dip it inside of you in reverence of the holy deity he believes you must be.
and you laugh at the absurdity of his hunger. at the courage it's taken him to run off-script. and the lack of satiety in which he eats you out.
he only stops once the director threatens to cut the scene entirely. his lips are glossed with you, and his cock hurts with how hard it is as he pulls back and lets you climb over him as originally written. choso thinks the redirection of blood has made him lightheaded though, because when you sink down onto his length he swears he sees the white pearly gates.
choso can't help but whine as you ride him. there's an unfortunate addiction already laying down roots in his brain. he has to try and think of anything besides you to hold onto his orgasm, because the effect your body has on him is strong... but so is the fact he's subconsciously trained himself to associate you with him climax. he's a hair's breadth away from cumming prematurely and ruining the scene
he ends up trying to do algebra in his head to wane off his orgasm, but then he just gets confused and redirects his attention right back to you.
pornstar!choso is distracted enough when he realises that your moans aren't the same as he's heard them through the speaker of his phone. you're more breathy with him, your moans are less honeyed and more raw, as if coming from your chest rather that the back of your throat.
he wonders for a moment if he's not good enough, and you're having to fake your pleasure to save face for the cameras. but you're soaked, and even above the sounds of skin slapping against skin, he can still hear the squelch of his cock rutting in and out of you.
but before choso can question yourpleasure any further, your eyes are widening and you're latching a hand onto his throat as your pace quickens. he can feel the way you tighten around him, how your hips stutter and pupils blow out with lust. you're cumming.
and of course he remembers his directions, to let you climb off and take his load all over your face... but you're not climbing off of him.
pornstar!choso understands the pointed look you manage to give him when his brows shoot up—it's your turn to bypass the scene direction. you want to be greedy, to feel him finish inside of you. your moans aren't fake, they're the first real ones you've let sound on a porn set, and choso is the one pulling them from your lungs.
you were faking it in all of those videos.
he can't last a minute longer, not with this knowledge. he sees stars when he cums, full blown discovery channel constellations too complex to imagine. call it an out-of-body experience or not, but choso is lost in his orgasm for long enough to warrant you bringing him back down with a soft kiss to his lips..
he looks sinful: his hair loose and messy, stuck to his forehead with sweat. his eyes are going to be screenshotted and circulating by morning, though—he looks utterly infatuated.
pornstar!choso takes a few minutes to settle himself after the shoot, and watches as you walk over to him, wrapped in a robe, and press a soft peck to his lips in farewell. he assumes it's the last he'll see of you, there's no way he's worthy of ever tasting you again.
that night, he's scared to brush his teeth. what if he loses the way you linger on his tongue?
it's in bed that he debates fucking his fist to the memory of you. he's sure you've ruined masturbation for him. or sex in general—nothing could quite compare to your depths
and as if it's a sign from god that he's done enough good in his life to deserve a karmic rewards, his phone dings.
a photo of your lower half—a pink vibrator on your stomach, your laptop open and his porn playing on the screen.
attached is a message that makes the poor lovestruck pornstar cum in his pyjama pants.
→ in which choso just can't get enough of your touch
fwb choso, gender neutral reader, handjob, lots of begging, dirty talk, overstimulation, choso is a massive sub and pathetically horny
you know, sometimes you think you might be the one who corrupted choso kamo the most. when you met him, he was much different than the man you know now; he was quieter, polite, and never anything but appropriate around you. and truly, you were just friends, and you hadn't necessarily intended on things turning out this way, but those wandering eyes piqued his depraved curiosity and sought out the repressed desires within him.
and god, he looks so pretty like this. lean, defined body on full display, his skin slick with sweat from the rising heat in his bedroom. hair messy, face buried in his hands, bucking his hips up into your hand that strokes his cock over and over. he's all whimpers and whines, sweet sounds you know by heart from all the times you've reduced him to a mess like this.
unfortunately, they're muffled from how hard he presses his palm against his mouth, teeth biting down on the tough skin to keep himself a little quieter. so you still your hand's movements, and it doesn't even take half a second for him to peek through his fingers and beg.
"y-you stopped? no, no, don't stop, don't need to stop, just- c'mon, please, i-"
choso reaches one of his hands to keep yours moving, but you watch him think twice about it and he stops just before he makes contact. instead, it hovers a couple centimeters away, and he starts begging again.
"i'll stop every time you cover your face, cho," you tell him, voice sweet but stern. he nods rapidly and then his hands fall to his side, fingers twitching like he's still aching to touch you. of course, he wouldn't do a thing without your permission. he's good like that.
"mm, won't do it again, jus' p-please keep going," he asks you so politely in that honey-sweet tone of his.
satisfied, you smile and continue stroking your hand over the swollen head of choso's cock, teasing up and down the length of his shaft. your fingers graze over the veins running up the side, and that sensitive spot below the head, and he lets out a shivery, shaking moan. something so lust-drunk and needy it gives you a bit of a head rush.
pearly drops of precum roll down his pink tip, collecting against your thumb, and you use them as lubrication to pump him faster. his eyes are wide and his pupils are blown, staring at you so intently. he looks utterly obsessed, and he is; choso can't get enough of the way you touch and use his pretty body.
he keeps fucking into your hand, mostly matching your pace, if not a little bit faster in desperation. he wants nothing more than to chase his high and make a mess all over the both of you, but he'll wait for you to tell him that he can. choso lives and breathes to please and nothing gets him harder than earning your praise with his perfect obedience. it doesn't stop him from saying every thought out loud, though.
"oh, shit, f-feels so fucking good, love when you touch me," he groans out between heavy breaths, "always so good to me, thank you, m'so lucky. thank you, ah- thank you."
it's gotta be the hottest sound you've ever heard, really, the way he can't stop himself from telling you just how good you make him feel, how grateful he is for your hands on him. you think he'd worship them if you asked him to.
as if on cue, he reaches out for your free hand with a pleading look. you offer it to him, fingers intertwining with his, and he pulls it to his mouth to press soft, sweet kisses against the back of your hand. it doesn't interrupt his train of thought; he keeps whispering his gratitude into your skin and it grows increasingly more filthy as he gets closer and closer.
"w-would do anything for you, if it meant you'd ke- oh, fuck, if you'd keep your hand 'round my dick," he rambles, and his eyes roll back when you take a second to rub the palm of your hand over his tip again, "shit, yeah, jus' like that, thank you, thank you-"
by now he has his head thrown back against his pillow, his hand still holding yours tight. beads of sweat roll down the side of his face, his brows pulled together in an expression of intense focus and euphoria. his mouth opens and closes like he's still muttering your praises, but nothing comes out except moans and stuttering breaths.
you continue pumping his cock, watching his pretty face as you do, and you think he could truly be an angel if it weren't for the shameless things he says when he needs you to make him cum. he peeks one eye open, still squinted in pleasure, and it's then that choso realises he can't take it anymore. your watchful gaze, your merciless hand, and smell of you flooding his senses, he's doing everything in his power to not break right then and there. so he begs and begs, so fast and incoherent he's barely even listening for a response, just pure desperation.
"go on then, pretty, show me how good it feels," you grant him permission in that teasing, condescending tone, and it's the final straw for him.
choso lets out sounds that are downright sinful as he spills his cum all over your fingers and his abdomen. his back arches off the sheets as he continues to thank you over and over, interrupted by his moans of your name. his hand squeezes yours tight, fingernails leaving crescent-shaped indents in your skin that he'll no doubt be kissing apologies into later.
he keeps fucking up into your fist, chasing the high that tears through his twitching body, and even once the hot rush of pleasure starts to fade, he keeps moving. his whines are near pathetic and helpless from overstimulation, desperate to keep feeling your touch on him. he can hardly take it anymore and yet you know it's what he craves, so you tease his still-leaking tip until he finally slows down.
"you can never get enough, hey?" you say with a smile, and choso flashes one back, albeit a dazed attempt.
i know this is a jjk blog but i need to say that every time i hear monster by lady gaga it RADIATES ronin beaufort energy. yes that boy IS a monster yes he ate my heart yes i need him so bad i love that man I LOVE THAT MAN !!! AUGHHH. thats all <3
→ in which toji is simultaneously lazy and a freak
lazy fucking gets a little feral, afab!reader but no mention of gender, riding, praise, using you to get himself off, some biting, pervert toji with a big dick (shocker)
"you could put a little bit of effort in, y'know," you tell toji with an unimpressed stare, and in response he shoots you a sleazy wink. you sit there on top of him with his dick buried deep, your knees either side of his waist, and you slowly roll your hips forward. toji, however, does nothing to help.
"nah, s'fine. think you got it covered, hun," he says with a grin, lazy as ever. you roll your eyes, but it's only half in annoyance, and half in pleasure. a rumbling groan escapes him as you continue rocking back and forth on his cock, both of you relishing in the feeling.
truth be told, he loves when he gets to sit back and watch you ride him. i mean, he's always doing the hard work, as he says. can't a guy enjoy the view from time to time?
"you're so lucky your dick is big, you asshole," you scoff, lifting yourself up and down his length. he's more than content with this, thick tip dragging against the spots that make your toes curl.
"mm, love you too, pretty," he says with that same lazy smile.
his hands reach up to your chest, groping at it and rubbing the pads of his thumbs against your hardened nipples. the contrast of his big, rough hands against your soft skin feels incredible, and you exhale a whine. toji likes the sound of it; he gets a little rougher with you, lifting his hips in time with your movements, the thick tip of his dick hitting that perfect angle. yeah, that's why you put up with him.
"whatever, old man. so- ah, so lazy," you tease him anyway, and it's your way of saying you want more. he's lucky you're asking so nicely.
toji happily obliges, finally. one of his hands drops to your waist, holding you tight as he fucks up into you, again and again, deeper. pulling you down to meet him every time, as you grind your hips down into him.
"yeah?" is all he says, and on his face is that same lazy grin, but his eyes are dazed and spaced like he's lost in the feeling.
you lean forward, pressing your palms flat against his toned chest, and you lift up just enough to slam your hips back down against him in time with his thrusts. you find yourself getting lost in the pleasure too, mouth open in a small 'o' with your eyes half-lidded.
from this angle, every thrust has his cock kissing that spot again, and your walls squeeze tighter every time he does it. he mutters words of praise, filth, anything he can think of from beneath you, absolutely pussydrunk.
"there you go, so fucking tight- my god, s'perfect."
every drag of his cock makes your head spin a little, lifting yourself up and down. your sounds grow louder and more needy as he starts to pick up the pace.
toji wraps an arm around your torso to pull you in closer, so his hungry mouth can lick and suck at your sensitive chest. he continues to fuck into you as his tongue swirls over your nipple, and he plays with the other with his rough fingers, pinching them gently just to make you squirm.
"fuck, toji- don't do that, or- fuck, i think i might-"
he barely stops what he's doing to offer you a muffled "yeah, do it", and then he's back to licking and teasing. he's such a pervert, the way he sucks dark red marks into your skin and takes deep huffs of your sweet scent, licking a strip towards your neck. he can't help but bite down, not quite hard enough to leave an imprint of his teeth, but boy does he want to.
the combined sensation of his hot mouth against your throat and his cock still bullying its way into you has you coming undone as promised. with his arm still wrapped around your torso and the other playing with your chest, you shake and writhe against him, crying out his name over and over. the way you know he loves it.
"that's it, pretty, just like that," toji praises you as you cum, and he doesn't slow down. instead he fucks you through it, deep and relentless, like he wants you to fall apart completely.
hot, heavy pleasure wracks your body, near helpless in his arms, and he truly can't get enough of you. he presses kisses along your collarbone, against the base of your throat and up to your ear, whispering sweet praise. when you've ridden out your high, he lays back and lifts a hand to stroke your hair.
"think you can be good and let me use you?" toji asks, tilting his head at you. he already knows the answer, he just likes when you agree so willingly.
of course, you nod, and that's all the permission he needs. both hands drop to hold you by your hips and he fucks you like he's more than desperate to chase his own pleasure. you do what you can to match his pace, as brutal as it is, gushing around him from how sensitive you still feel, and it's almost addictive.
once again, he's saying filthy, depraved things that only half make sense and he's burying himself as deep into your tight hole as he possibly can. his eyes roll back as he uses you to get himself off, your mess dripping against him with each thrust.
it doesn't take long for him to reach the edge. his voice gets rough and desperate, still talking his dirty nonsense to you and himself and no one at all.
"holy shit, my perfect fuckin' doll, you're- oh my god, you're made for me, gonna make me cum, oh, fuck-"
and that's it, he can't take it any more. he buries himself balls deep inside of you, head thrown back in pure pleasure as he finishes. toji's iron grip around your body holds you flush against him, and you feel every twitch of his body. he hardly even makes a sound with how hard he tenses, orgasm hitting him hard.
you gently grind yourself against him, watching the way his chest heaves as you bring him back down to earth. beads of sweat roll down the side of his handsome face, his black hair slicked back against his skin. his eyes are closed, but one peeks open to look at you, and a tired smile finds its way to his lips.
"damn, see? i knew you had it covered."
a/n: tonight's menu features a new shortform instead of the shorter quickies ive been posting as of late. also, my first longform fic is on the way soon too! i hope you enjoyed this <3
im sorry ive been a little inactive 🙈 im making progress on a longform project (a couple of them honestly but mostly this one) and working 💪💪 ill be back on the grind soon !!!!!!
"that's it, sweet girl. you got it," nanami purrs in your ear, his fingers interlocked with yours as he presses both your hands against the pillow. the way your husband's cock bullies its way into you has you whining out for him, something needy and precious.
and nanami just smiles, a little feral from the effort of fucking you so good. oh, he really can't help it. he loves having you spread out for him like this, watching as your pretty pussy swallows him with every thrust, and the way your thighs close around his hips as you chase your own pleasure.
"oh, ken.. s-so good, my love, so.." you cry out, squeezing his hands tighter to ground yourself. the feeling is dizzyingly good, so sweet and heavenly.
"gonna be so pretty, baby, when i fill you up," he coos, and he might as well have hearts in his eyes, the way he stares at you. "gonna be the prettiest mommy."
his words send shivers down your spine, the thought of him fucking his load deeper into you, breeding you. it's all you want and you make it clear as day.
"god, please- fuck, please kento.. cum inside, i need it, need you.. oh my god-"
and like a good husband, he'll happily oblige. just like that, with you pinned beneath him and begging him like your life depends on it, he fucks you full of his cum till you're seeing stars.
for all intents and purposes, you're nanami's perfect little doll. a pure and pristine angel that graces him with your presence each day, and he sure as hell treats you accordingly.
you're his absolute darling, his princess whom he'd give the world to without a second thought.
it's quite the contrast to the way he acts when he's got you all alone, though.
nanami loves knowing that he's the only man on earth to ever corrupt you like this. with his thick, rough fingers spreading open your dripping pussy, he can't help but feel a little blessed. you're laying perfectly across his lap, ass perked up to give him better access, and his curious fingers inspect every inch of your pussy, tracing your entrance and lightly running over the hood of your clit.
it's not enough to edge you but it is enough to tease. he dips a finger lightly into your soft, leaking hole, spreads the wetness over your folds, all the while muttering to himself.
"perfect, as always," he comments as his fingers explore, "always dripping all over me. what's got you so wet, sweetheart?"
he asks you but you both know the answer. something about his prying eyes watching you in your most vulnerable state gets you shivering with excitement. the way he touches every sweet spot of your perfect body because he knows it like the back of his hand.
"you're so soft, my love. feels like heaven when i get to touch you like this," he coos his praises, fingers dipping into your heat, dragging them in and out ever so slowly.
you twitch in his grasp but keep yourself in his lap. this part is your favourite, your reward for staying so still for him. he smiles with calm satisfaction as he fingers your soft, glistening pussy until you make a mess of his fingers.
his inspections always point to the same answer: nanami kento loves his perfect doll more than anything.
you know satoru gets off on humiliating you. what's worse is you get off on it too, and he knows this far too well.
"well? don't keep me waiting," says satoru, but there's nothing impatient about the smug grin on his face. he watches you like your embarrassment is the most wonderful thing in the world.
you, kneeling before him with your head down in shame. your hands- ahem, your paws placed all pretty on your thighs. look at you, sitting just the way he taught you.
all that's left is to follow his every command. i mean, you can do that much, right? you're not a dumb puppy.
"go on, speak."
half-heartedly, and with great hesitation, you mutter the word 'woof'. you barely even did what he asked and your cheeks are already burning with shame.
he tuts in disapproval.
"nuh uh, pup. not good enough. do it properly, while i'm still feeling lenient, hm?" he says, and it's with that tone you recognise as an indicator of his thinning patience. it forms a pit in your stomach, like an unspoken threat.
so with a little more gusto, you steel yourself and bark like a dog.
"there we go. good puppy!" he praises, excitedly clapping his hands. you want nothing more than to bury your face in your hands, or maybe a pillow, but even in his celebration he watches you closely.
"come," he commands simply, pointing a finger at the floor right in front of where he sits on the couch.
with less hesitation than before - like a good dog who knows its place - you crawl towards him. and the closer you get, the louder one thought echoes in your head:
gojo satoru keeps you on a tight leash, in every way he can.
May I request losing card to older Nanami (reader is like early 20s and he is early 30s?? Mwahhhhh
i'm assuming you mean like nanami + virginity loss but if i misunderstood please lmk! this one includes a fem!reader so i hope that's okay too. thanks for the request!!! <3
older!nanami taking your virginity | 18+
it shouldn't be embarrassing to still be a virgin in your 20s. you know this, and you'd never shame someone for it, but that doesn't change the fact that every day you go without gnaws away at your sense of restraint.
there's only one man you'd consider asking; your older, handsome neighbour, mr. nanami kento. he's kind, respectful, he always puts a smile on your face. that's why, a week before your next birthday as you felt the clock ticking once more, you decided to say fuck it, just ask him. what's the worst that could happen? he could say no, and you know he would never bring it up again. he's sweet like that.
but part of you knew he'd say yes. you're glad you went to nanami for this, you knew he'd be kind about it. he's older and a typical gentleman, and you've got a sneaking suspicious he has a little sweet spot for you. besides, nanami doesn't think it's such a big deal anyway, being a virgin in your 20s. he told you he believes in the idea of a "right time, right person", and it doesn't matter when that time is.
that's what he says, anyway. in truth, when you had told him what you were thinking so honestly, with that cute deer-in-headlights look you always get around him, he felt the blood rush to his dick immediately. call him a dirty old perv if you have to but a man has his fantasies, and you? untouched and desperate at his door, asking him so nicely to help you out? he can't put into words what that did to him.
in all the time he's known you, he'd have killed to be where he is right now, face buried between your thighs as you mewl your pretty little sounds for him. he can't begin to describe how beautiful you look with your hand splayed across your face trying to disguise that precious blush, and the soft moans falling from your lips every time he gives another gentle kitten lick. at first he tried keeping himself in line - a respectable older man like himself shouldn't be fantasizing about you like some horny college boy - but the truth is you have him half-obsessed.
"i think you're ready for me, sweetheart," he says softly, he doesn't want to make you nervous (yes, he does).
you peek through your fingers and meet his warm gaze. everything about him is so comforting to you. "y-yeah, m'ready," you agree, swallowing the whine in your throat at the thought of finally getting to feel him.
and nanami feels like he can barely wait too, like some darker part of him wants to tear itself out of his chest and pounce on you. before that, though, he's a gentleman, so he kisses your thighs and sits up in front of you.
"are you sure, honey? we can stop right here if you've changed your mind, promise i won't mind," he comforts, and it's genuine. "or we can try some other time if you'd prefer."
you appreciate how gentle he is with you in every way he can be. you weren't having second thoughts but it does make you swoon a little to hear him be so sweet to you, even with the outline of his hard cock straining against the tight fabric of his pants.
"no, i'm sure about this. i want it, nanami," you reaffirm, your voice more decisive this time. you gently bite your bottom lip and flutter your eyelashes at him, as if to prove the point.
he smiles and nods, crawling forward to press a little kiss to the top of your head. then, he leans in close to your ear and whispers, "kento. call me kento, pretty girl."
he doesn't waste time in unbuttoning his pants and throwing them god-knows-where, and pulling down his boxers to reveal his impressive cock. as he rolls a condom onto it, you nearly drool at the sight of him; his pink, swollen tip and thick, heavy cock, with pearls of precum already dripping from just the taste of you. how you're gonna manage to take it all is another question, but when he rubs the tip up against your entrance, you can feel your own wetness leaking out to coat his length.
nanami looks up at you and for a second you think it's just to ask permission, but you quickly realise he intends to watch every little flicker of your reaction as he eases himself inside of you. he's big, even as a virgin you can tell, but he takes it so slow your eyes are rolling back from the pleasure before you can think about any pain.
"that's it, sweet girl, you're doing so good for me. takin' me so well," he whispers against your cheek as he gradually guides himself deeper into you, groaning when he finally bottoms out. he stops there, not yet moving to give you some time to adjust, and you surprise both of you when you're already begging him to keep going. nanami obliges, of course.
he starts out slow, but the way his thick cock drags against that sensitive spot each time has you crying out for more. his hand reaches down to play with your clit, rubbing circles in time with each thrust, and you're whining and whimpering into his ear and he fucking loves it. every time his hips meet your thighs, you feel the tension in your core growing stronger like it's threatening to snap and send your head spinning, and nanami's not much different.
"kento- oh my god, feels s'good, fuck-"
he smiles, a little giddy with pride at hearing you moaning his name. "there you go, just like that."
the sounds that echo off the walls of his bedroom are both lewd and loud, and it's so embarrassing, but you can see the way it seems to egg nanami on. it's clear as day he's getting off on knowing he's the first to pull such noises out of you, to have you wrapped around him as he fucks into you so deliciously. the expression on his face is downright obscene, though he tries to mask it with a more gentlemanly smile as he leans down to talk to you.
"would you like to cum together, sweetheart?" he asks, though you don't think you'd be able to hold back anyway, so you nod your head rapidly. "good girl, that's right. cum with me."
he picks up the pace, fucking you somewhere between gentle and desperate, and he lets out a sound of awe at the way you gush around his cock each time he bottoms out inside you again. his fingers continue their ministrations, pushing you closer and closer to the edge.
with a loud cry of his name, you arch your back as he sends you crashing into your orgasm, pleasure ripping through you in intense waves. the way your pussy grips him even tighter has him following right after you, pressing his hips into you as his movements stutter until all you can feel is the pulsing of his length inside you. your breathing comes in heavy and fast, and his too, so you stay there like that for a while, just catching your breath.
he finally pulls out, moving aside to discard the condom into his fancy little trashcan - of course his house is decorated with only the finest of things, to suit his particular tastes. you can't help but smile a little at that. he turns to face you again with a tired but kind expression on his face, one you could swear is just pure adoration, and you feel a little shy despite everything.
"i hope i didn't disappoint, sweetheart. that was wonderful," he says, a subtle but undeniable blush on his face. he breaks eye contact but smiles softly.
you can't help but giggle at his bashful mannerisms, so different from his normal composed self. it's quite the contrast to the man who just fucked you so good you could barely speak. you suppose, despite that, he's feeling just as shy as you are.
"mhm, it was perfect. better than i could've expected. thank you," you say, and then you pause before adding, "and maybe we could do this again sometime?"
he looks up at you quickly, eyes a little wider, and then he smiles. his hand finds yours and he rubs little shapes on the back of it with his thumb.
ryomen sukuna doesn't do gentle. he doesn't do loving, or romantic. he doesn't even do casual, not like normal people do.
sukuna only ever fucks you like he owns you, because in his opinion, he does.
pressing you against the bed till you can't escape, though he knows you'd never try to, he buries himself inside you again and again and again until he's the only thing you can see, think, smell.
his hand wraps around your throat like it's meant for him to hold, and you wrap around his dick like you were made for him to ruin. maybe he just turned you into something he could call his, or maybe it really was some sick, strange type of fate.
"mm, there it is," he says with a devilish smile, his tongue swiping against your cheek when the tears start to fall, "s'it too much for ya?"
but despite it all, you shake your head and beg him to keep going. because despite it all, you wouldn't have it any other way.
aged fine like red wine | older!nanami x f!reader | 18+
→ in which kento is a handsome older stranger, and you're his temptation
bit of alcohol, age gap obviously, lowk pwp, petnames (sweetheart, honey, sweet girl, etc.), hookup, praise, bit of degradation, dirty talk, fingering, oral (f!receiving), creampie bc its nanami and i must
in your day to day working life, you'd like to think of yourself as a well-mannered and responsible adult. a little shy, perhaps, but you get the job done and then you enjoy your downtime like anybody else.
on a night out, however? alcohol turns you into a different beast.
your friends would describe drunk-you as something of a menace - audacious, flirty, maybe a little feral at times. yuuji in particular likes to call you a succubus (and that would be a flirty thing to say, but he says it with a hint of fear and awe).
simply put, you do what others wish they had the balls to; approaching very attractive and much older men at bars, for example. so that's how you got here, stalking up to the bright red bar stool next to a handsome stranger.
the neon signs flicker ever so slightly as you take a seat next to him. the man is pulled from his thoughts, eyes briefly scanning you with a look of quiet interest. he doesn't speak, he just observes. perhaps he's nervous?
"is this seat taken?" you ask with a grin, though you're already perched comfortably upon it.
the man turns to face you properly, and you get a better look at his face. he's handsome, there's no question about it, the way his hair is perfectly styled and the lines and shadows of his face complement his curious hazel eyes.
"mm, it is now," he replies, and a small smile tugs at the corners of his lips. he waits for you to speak.
"where's your company?" you question, testing the waters. his eyes are still on you, and you're unsure what to think just yet. still, he keeps that small smile as he shakes his head.
"i'm just here to enjoy myself, no company required. though, it is certainly welcome," he responds, and he takes a sip of what looks (and smells) like a rich, strong whiskey. there's something about the way he moves, the tone of his voice, that makes him hard to read.
it draws you further in, and his words encourage you to test your luck.
"well, i'm always happy to be a handsome man's company," you purr, your elbows atop the bar and your chin resting on your palm, "if you'll have me."
his polite smile turns into a smirk, and some part of you feels like a winner, like his reaction is a reward.
"doesn't a pretty young thing like you have more fun stuff to attend to? i'm sure you're here with friends," he asks as he takes another sip of his drink. "i wouldn't want to steal you away from everyone."
you grin, leaning in a little closer to the man. you know this part of the game, where he's playing the part of 'the older man who should know better'. and it's pathetic the way it makes you even more eager - maybe he knows that.
"i think i could forgive you for it, just this once," you say with a teasing lilt to your voice. "besides, i could say the same to you, no? you don't feel like dancing?"
he chuckles this time, clearly entertained by you, or maybe just the feeling of energy in the air. then, he raises an eyebrow at you, tilting his head.
"sweetheart," he drawls in his deep, smooth voice, "i'm twice your age, and far past my partying prime. but thank you, you're sweet."
you smile at him with a teasing look in your eyes, but you don't press him further on it. instead, you go to wave down the bartender, but he beats you to it.
"it's on me, hun. what can i get you?" he asks, and you squint at whatever is written on the smudged chalkboard behind the bar.
it says something along the lines of "OUR WEEKLY SPECIALS" in messy handwriting, followed by a list of absurdly vulgar names that you'd really rather not request out loud, so you just point to whatever sounds the nicest. he nods and orders it for you.
as your nicely decorated drink is placed in front of you, you offer a smile and a thank you to him, hesitating when you realised you haven't caught his name.
"nanami kento," he introduces himself, "you can just call me kento, sweetheart."
you tell him your name, and he repeats it. for whatever reason, the sound of the syllables rolling off his tongue gives you butterflies.
"a pretty name and a pretty face," he states without even a smirk, like it's just a blatant fact, and you're getting the feeling he is significantly less shy than you'd assumed.
as if he heard your thoughts, he lets out a curious hum and narrows his eyes at you in question.
"so tell me, sweetheart. what are you going around approaching older men like myself for, hm? surely there's guys your age looking for company too."
you bite your lip softly as though you're thinking hard about it, but you've thought about this question a million times over.
"i prefer a man who's got a clue," you start, to which he actually laughs, and you contine, "and someone good to talk to. the guys i know certainly don't hold a candle to you."
nanami considers your reasoning, and though he's pretty sure you're just sweet talking your way into his favour, he thinks about letting it slide. he finds it endearing that you think you're so slick, but he can't resist pushing back a little.
"is that so?" he questions, and then he leans in a little, and you can smell the dizzying scent of whiskey and cologne. "no, i think you want more than just a nice chat, sweetheart."
the amused tone to his voice makes your eyes widen, and your breath hitches ever so slightly but you know he noticed. so this whole time, he knew what you were doing.
you hesitate, but it's important that you regain your composure.
"oh? care to share what else you think i might be after, then?" you respond, tongue darting out to wet your lips, and his eyes follow it the whole way. with his gaze still locked onto your mouth, he offers you a guess.
"i think you came over here with... less than appropriate intentions," he looks away from your lips, meet your eyes instead, "filthy thoughts, about an older man like myself."
standing, he tuts in mock disappointment as he moves closer to you, and you notice his height and the way his pristine clothes wrap around his well-built frame. his eyes are narrowed with a sharp look, eyebrows furrowed, but there's a hint of amusement in his expression.
"i think you were trying to tempt me, sweetheart."
you swallow nervously. well, the game is over, so you might as well just...
"and did it work?" you ask daringly.
there's a beat of silence, and then he leans in slowly. you instinctively lift up onto your toes to meet him, his hand lifting to press a finger under your chin. nanami's lips meet yours, and the kiss sweet and soft, almost romantic, but the way you press your thighs together is anything but pure.
you lean into the kiss, your tongue pressing into his mouth and he welcomes it, cupping your jaw with his hand instead. but before you can deepen the kiss any further, he pulls back, tilting his head down at you.
"ohh, you're so eager, sweetheart. you're so precious," nanami purrs as he strokes your cheek softly, and the effect it all has on you is almost shameful. "come home with me, hun. let me treat you the way you need me to."
and he doesn't have to say it twice. before you know it, you're stumbling through the entryway to his apartment with your hands bunched up in his shirt and his tongue in your mouth. it's messy and desperate and he can barely get himself to pull away from you long enough to take his shirt off.
"easy, sweetheart, i'm not going anywhere," he reassures with a soft smile, but you're distracted by the way his messy hair and kiss-bitten lips make him look angelic.
you carelessly throw your dress and bra off, but he stops you before you can remove your panties. you look up at him curiously, confused, and you're met with hungry eyes.
"keep them on," he requests, and you happily comply, though you can't help but tease him a little.
"what a perv," you giggle, "bet you'd have me dressed up all pretty if ya could."
nanami doesn't respond verbally, but you're pretty sure he smiles at that, though he tries to hide it. he climbs onto the bed and you shuffle back until you're pressed against the headboard. his big hands spread your thighs apart, and he drops down in front of you.
"let me eat you out, gorgeous. can i do that for you?" he asks, so eager to take care of you, to make your head spin for him.
you nod without hesitation, your body shivering and hot with need. his leans in to press a kiss above your clit through the fabric of your underwear, and trails them across where you're already aching for him. he takes his time, hands still pressing your thighs firmly apart like he'll keep you where he needs you.
his tongue drags against the fabric, warm breath fanning across your pussy through the panties, and you whine softly. his hazel eyes meet yours, dark and swimming with lust.
his fingers trail down to pull your panties to the side, exposing your bare pussy to his greedy eyes and mouth.
"so fucking pretty," he praises.
he doesn't hesitate to dive right in, pressing his warm, wet tongue against your clit. he moves it in slow, soft circles, teasing whimpers and moans out of you. it's like music to his ears, keeping him going.
his tongue moves between your folds, swirling over your clit before dipping back down, and he groans into your pussy. he pulls away just slightly to whisper, "tastes like heaven, sweetheart," before he buries his tongue back into you.
the petname rolls off his tongue so naturally, it's like you've known each other forever, like you're his; it makes your breath catch in your throat, and you feel a little dizzy.
you bite down softly on your finger to hold back the louder sounds, his relentless tongue rendering you shy, but one look from him has you pulling your hand back. it's so clear he wants to hear what he's doing to you.
nanami eases a thick finger into your entrance, practically growling at how tight you feel around him. he pumps the digit in and out, curling it to press against that sensitive spot inside. you buck your hips against his hand, needy and desperate.
"look at that. this pretty pussy's just swallowing my fingers up, sweetheart. so greedy," he says, watching how your walls pull his fingers deeper each time he thrusts them into you. he presses another kiss to your clit, and it turns into a filthy, messy makeout with your pussy.
'f-fuck- holy shit, kento..-"
the way he licks and sucks at your hardened clit has you arching your back off the sheets, breathing harsh and uneven as you choke out little desperate sounds of pleasure.
you let out a particularly needy noise when you notice the way nanami's hips are grinding into the mattress as he eats you out, like he's getting off on just the taste of you on his tongue. the thought has the tension in your lower stomach tightening, and the feeling of his experienced mouth and fingers sends you crashing over the edge with white-hot pleasure.
"oh my g- i.. kento, i-im gonna-"
you can barely get the words out before you're cumming on his fingers and his tongue, head thrown back as you whine out his name. he keeps fucking you through it with his long, thick fingers, sucking and kissing your sensitive clit.
you twitch involuntarily as the feeling is almost too much, and he pulls away from your wet, needy core with a satisfied smile.
"god, you're divine, hun. and you taste so fucking sweet, i could eat you out for hours," nanami coos his praises, pressing kisses to your inner thighs.
it's embarrassing, even though his face was just buried in your pussy, so you instinctively cover your face. he laughs, but he pulls your hands away.
"uh uh, sweetheart. you're gonna let me see your cute expressions when you're taking my cock, alright?"
and he says it so confidently that it makes your thighs press together all over again, all needy and breathless, your head all fuzzy. he climbs up to you, and you slide down a little further until you're right under him, his arms caging you in on either side. he looks at you like he's got you right where he wants you, because he does.
nanami leans down to press kisses against your throat, your jawline, up to your mouth where he kisses you deeply, pulling back to softly bite your bottom lip. he kisses you like a man starved, desperate to taste your sweet mouth, grinding himself against your bare pussy through his pants. the outline of his hardened cock is impressive, and you feel yourself growing impatient, but he doesn't wait long.
he sits back to throw his pants and boxers off into the void of the dark room, and you finally get a look at his thick, heavy cock. the tip is red and leaking pearly drops of precum, and you can't help the moan you let out at the sight of him.
"holy shit," you whisper, and he tilts his head at you, and you could swear he's being smug.
"think you can take me, sweetheart?" he all but coos the question, moving to hover over you again and you feel so small under to his broad, strong build. still, you nod a yes.
"atta girl, i know you can. my good girl's gonna take it all," he says, and he rubs the tip of his cock against your wetness, sighing in pleasure. the feeling of his swollen tip teasing your entrance has you squirming beneath him.
"can you say please, sweet girl? ask me nicely."
you whine a little at that, at his teasing smile, but you comply because all you can think about is how you really need him to fuck you with his fat, heavy cock.
"please, kento? pretty please, let me have it," you say so softly, and he's smitten as he finally sinks himself into your warm wetness.
the feeling of nanami filling you up so completely has you arching again, hands wrapping around his torso. your nails dig lightly into his back, and he groans, pushing deeper into you. when he finally bottoms out, you can't help but squeeze so tight around him, and his breathing stutters.
"f-fuck," he mutters "you can't do that, honey, or i won't be able to go easy on you."
as if to say "i dare you", your needy pussy squeezes around him even tighter and he can't help but buck into you, a guttural moan escaping his lips. your nails scratch down his back just a little and he bucks forwards again. when he looks you in the eye, he looks wild, like he's completely lost his composure.
"that's what you wanna do, huh?" he asks with a gravelly hum, "fuck, alright."
then he moves, and the gentleman he was before is completely gone now. nanami fucks you like he can't get enough of your body, like he's drunk on the way your pussy feels wrapped around his thick cock, bullying its way deeper into you. his hand reaches down underneath your thigh, hiking it up to spread you wider for him.
"this what you wanted, sweet girl? w-wanted me to fuck you like a slut? i can do that for you, honey, if you can take it," he promises, his dick hitting even deeper at this new angle.
you can barely think straight, let alone respond with any words, but it doesn't matter. he knows he's right from the way he's forcing those desperate little moans out of your mouth.
"is that what you normally do, angel?" he continues, hips hitting your thighs with every thrust, "act all nice and sweet, a-and then test a nice man's patience till he fucks your brains out, hm?"
you shake your head rapidly, but he's right, this is your game. this is how you like to play.
"ohh, don't you lie to me, pretty, don't wanna have to stop now," he threatens, and even the idea of him stopping has you babbling out apologies and pleas for him to keep fucking you like this.
nanami can't help the smile on his face. of course he'll keep fucking you, he couldn't stop if he tried, not with the way your greedy pussy keeps pulling him deeper into you.
the room is filled with the sound of skin hitting skin, and lewd, wet sounds from how his heavy cock thrusts in and out of your dripping wet cunt. the noises, the feeling of his thick tip rubbing against that sensitive spot inside you, the way he keeps growling filthy things into your ear, it all has you building up to your peak once again.
nanami can tell from the way your walls pulse around him, desperate and full of a carnal desire to be full of him, and he's not far behind you.
"you're so fucking wet, baby, can't help but have you stuffed full like this," he rambles like it's all he can think about, "need to fuck you like this every night, keep you so full of me, sweetheart."
"fuck, kento- need you, please don't stop.. holy shit-" you whine out, nails dragging against his skin, and it spurs him on.
"mm, that's it, sweet girl- fuck, need me real bad, don't you? no one else makes you feel like this," he says, grinding his hips against you with each thrust.
nanami's words send you falling right over that edge, crying out broken pleas and whimpers as you cum so hard you're seeing stars. he fucks you through it, just like he did with his fingers before, filling up your pulsing cunt over and over as you twitch and shake in his arms.
"my god, baby, m'gonna cum too, i can't- need to let me pull-" he starts, but you cut him off with your needy begging.
"no, no no, please, inside, please give me it, need it, need you-" you stumble over your words in your desperation and he doesn't have the strength to hold on any longer.
"oh my fucking god, you're so- fuck, you're perfect, holy shit, you're so perfect, baby-," nanami growls as he buries himself deep inside you, muttering your name over and over like a prayer. he finishes like that, grinding into you like he wants to fuck it even deeper, feeling it spill out of you onto the sheets beneath.
he drops down onto his forearms, just barely hovering above you as your chests heave, catching your breath. your foreheads press together in a way that's strangely intimate, and you don't know how to feel about that, but you know it feels good having him so close.
"god, sweetheart, i was really trying to be a gentleman about it but you-" he stares for a moment, trying to find the words, "you're really something. quite the menace."
"yeah, well, it's part of my charm," you giggle, your mind wandering back to when your friends said the very same thing about you. nanami laughs dryly, but he does smile.
"yeah, i think you're right."
a/n: barely proofread on account of it being way longer than intended. thanks for reading! <3
satoru is obsessed with your mouth. he doesn't know exactly how to explain it to you, it's something ingrained in his pervert brain that has him going insane every time he gets to indulge in it.
i mean, can you blame him? you just look so beautiful with his slender, pretty fingers between your plush lips, your soft tongue gently swirling around them. the feeling of it brushing against the pads of his fingers, the way you can take them so deep into your mouth, he's truly obsessed.
he says your eyes get starry and dazed, and the cutest blush settles on your cheeks, like you've got no thoughts in your head except the feeling of him. honestly, he's pretty sure he's given you a fixation too.
satoru, who just about loses his mind when you go down on him, with those sweet lips wrapped around the head of his cock, looking up at him through your lashes. you look angelic like that; he almost feels like he's corrupting you.
and the sight of your mouth open for him, tongue out? he could cum just from the thought of it - he often does, actually. whenever you're away for the night you can bet he's in his room stroking himself to the memory of you on your knees with that pretty pink tongue on display. watching you swallow him down so eagerly.
satoru's sure he could spend endless hours making out with you like it's the only thing keeping him breathing. your lips bitten a pretty pink shade, pulling away from each other with a gasp, and the taste of you on his tongue. he just can't get enough.
one of these days, he swears, you're gonna be the death of him.
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