( the jjk men don’t believe in pulling out—only in filling you up. )
cw: nsfw. f!reader. unprotected sex. creampie. rough sexual handling. possessive. risk of exposure/public setting (nanami-office). overstim. dirty talk. size difference. marking/claiming. use of "my love" once. tummy bulge (toji).
— SATORU GOJO
He has you folded in half—ankles over his shoulders, his weight pressing your thighs toward your chest, the tatami rough against your shoulder blades. He’s been ruthless, driving you through two orgasms already, his blindfold off now, those blue eyes watching every shiver with predatory focus.
“One more,” he breathes, and it’s not a request. “Give me one more, and I’ll give you something pretty.”
“Can’t,” you gasp, oversensitive, trembling. “Satoru, it’s too much—”
“Shh.” He thrusts deep—deep—and holds there, grinding against that sweet spot that makes you see white. “You can. You’re so wet already, what’s a little more?”
He sets a brutal pace, fucking into the wetness he’s made, and the sound is obscene—slick, squelching, filthy. You can feel every vein, every ridge, every inch of his needy cock claiming space inside you.
“Gonna,” he warns, voice wrecked, and then he’s groaning—long, broken, desperate—burying himself to the hilt and staying there, pulsing hot and thick, filling you with warmth that makes you gasp at the sudden fullness. But he doesn’t stop. His hips keeps snapping against yours in an insatiable rhythm.
“mhm…no—‘toru!” you cry out, too sensitive, the stretch burning now that he’s added his mess to it.
“Stay,” he murmurs, already rolling his hips again, working himself through the wetness, the tightness, the creamy mess he’s made. “Feel that? Feel how full you are? How perfect ?” And you can feel it leaking out around his length, dripping down your inner thighs and ass, the obscene mix of you both spilling out with every movement.
“So pretty,” Satoru breathes, watching where you’re joined, where he’s ruining you with slow, claiming thrusts. “So messy. My mess. Mine.” He keeps moving—through his own sensitivity, through yours—chasing another peak in the slick heat, and when he finds it, he snarls, spilling thick, almost pearlescent white again, more, until you’re overflowing, dripping, marked completely.
“Stay still,” he pants, pressing a hand to your lower belly where you can feel the warmth pooled there, the fullness making you moan, eyes rolling back. “Let me keep it. All of it. Just... stay.”
— NANAMI KENTO
Your heart is hammering so loud you’re certain the entire administrative office can hear it—thud-thud-thud against your ribs like a warning drum. The door is locked, but the walls are thin, paper-thin, and you can hear footsteps in the hallway, the distant murmur of colleagues discussing overtime, the click-click of heels on tile that could stop at any moment.
Nanami has you bent over his desk, his tie finally loosened, his glasses fogged and discarded. His palm is rough against your mouth—muffling, claiming—while the other hand grips your hip with bruising precision.
“Quiet,” he warns. “The walls are thin.” His own breath is ragged against your ear, hot and damp, betraying how far he’s fallen from his usual composure. “If they hear you—”
He thrusts—hard, deep—and you feel it in your spine, the stretch burning so perfectly you have to bite down on his fingers to keep from crying out. Sweat beads at your hairline, trickles between your shoulder blades, your shirt sticking to your skin in the humid afternoon heat of the office.
“hah—please—” you gasp, back arching even more.
“I said quiet.” But his voice is wrecked, desperate, nothing like his usual composure. “Unless you want the entire office to know exactly what I’m doing to you.”
“.... How you’re taking me so well,” he murmurs, and there’s awe beneath the control, wonder at how you stay silent, how your walls grips him despite the risk, the danger of being caught. His hand slides from your hip to your stomach, pressing down through the fabric of your skirt, feeling where he moves inside you with a groan that sounds torn from his chest.
Footsteps pause outside. You freeze, heart stuttering, and Nanami stills—buried deep, pulsing, his forehead dropping to your nape while his hand clamps harder over your mouth. You can taste the salt of his palm, feel his own heartbeat hammering where he's pressed flush against you. They move on.
“Close,” he pants, resuming with sharp, snapping thrusts that drive the air from your lungs. “Can’t—can’t pull out—need to—”
Nanami moans—long, broken, desperate—and buries himself to the hilt, spilling hot and thick with your name breaking across his lips like a shattered vow. He doesn’t withdraw. Just stays there, throbbing, filling you with warmth that makes your vision blur at the edges.
“Kento—”
“Hold still, my love,” he murmurs, voice rough near your neck. “I want to feel how full you are with me.” His thumb traces circles against the soft skin of your stomach, feeling the warmth, the intimacy of what he’s left inside you.
— GETO SUGURU
His dark hair is loose around his shoulders, his traditional clothes half-discarded, and there’s something religious in the way he looks at you, the state you're in—thighs spread open beneath him, completely bare and vulnerable, waiting, worshipping.
“You want this?” Suguru asks, guiding his cock, a muted shade of pink with veins threaded around—to your entrance, rubbing the bulbous head there with teasing pressure. The crown was swollen tight and glossy with his own arousal. “Want me to fill you up? Make you mine in the most primitive way?”
You nod, eyes dilated with want, and he smiles—sharp, devoted, dangerous. “Good. Because I’ve been thinking about this. About being inside you. About leaving my mark so deep you feel it for days.”
He pushes in—slow, deliberate, watching your face with focus so intense it makes your heartbeat thunder in your ears. He moves like a ritual, like prayer, each thrust designed to hit deep, to claim. His large and warm hands find yours, pinning them above your head, and he leans down to breathe against your lips.
“Feel how perfect you take me?” Suguru murmurs. “Like you were made for this. Made to hold me. To keep me.”
His pace quickens, losing the measured rhythm, becoming desperate, needy. The moan that escapes you is filthy. Your face buried in the curve of his neck, tasting the salt in his sweat—a grasping desire to be his. He groans your name like a chant, like invocation, and when he comes it’s with a shudder that wracks his entire frame, spilling hot and deep as he breathes in your scent.
He doesn’t move. Just stays buried inside you as his cum coated length throbs against your walls, his hand sliding down to press against your lower belly.
“Don’t let any of it spill,” he whispers, reverent, pressing a kiss to your swollen lips. “... I want you full—please.”
— TOJI FUSHIGURO
The air in his apartment is thick—dust motes suspended like ash in the single shaft of sodium light that cut through desecrated blinds, the miasma of stale nicotine, masculine sweat, and sex clinging to the thin walls. You’re on his narrow mattress, springs protesting beneath you, and Toji is between your thighs like he belongs there—heavy, scarred, mean.
“You’re taking it,” he grunts, not a question. His calloused hand wraps about your throat—not constriction, merely claim—while he snaps his hips forward, deep enough that it makes your vision blur, eyes wet, your consciousness flicker. “Fucking stay still.”
“Toji—” you gasp, nails raking his shoulders, and he laughs—low and cruel—pressing harder into you.
“That’s it. Say my name like that again.”
He is relentless, driving into you with the brutal efficiency of an assassin—no wasted movement, only raw, punishing force. You can feel him everywhere, too much, stretching you past comfort into that liminal space where pain becomes indistinguishable from transcendence. When he shifts your hips, angling deeper, you feel the pressure in your lower belly—a fullness, a bulge where he is hitting bottom, reshaping your insides.
He notices, as he always does..
“Feel that?” he growls, scarred mouth curling. He presses a scarred palm against your stomach, right above where he’s buried to the hilt, and pushes down. You cry out, overwhelmed, feeling the shape of him inside you, the obscene outline of his cock through your skin. “Yeah. That’s me. Right fucking there.”
“Please—” you whimper, the word breaking apart.
“Pathetic,” Toji breathes, but his hips stutter, losing rhythm, his composure cracking. “Already begging and I haven’t even filled you up yet.”
He snarls, burying his face in your neck, and you feel him pulse—throb—spilling hot and thick and endless, a communion of seed filling you until you are overflowing, dripping onto the thin sheets like an offering. He stays there, grinding through it, making sure every drop stays buried deep.
The silence after is heavy, broken only by your ragged breathing and the distant sound of the city outside. He doesn’t pull out. Just stays inside you, softening but still there, his hand still pressed possessively against your belly where you can feel the warmth pooled.
He lifts his head. Those dark eyes find yours through the dim light—intense, unblinking, hungry in a way that has nothing to do with sustenance and everything to do with damnation. “Don’t move,” he commands, voice rough. His thumb traces circles against your sensitive clit, spreading the wetness. “We’re not done.”
You stare back, trembling, and he smiles—sharp and insatiable. “Second round?”
SATORU’S HEAD falls back against the pillows, his glasses slipping down his nose, but he was way to focused on you right now to fix them.
His hands grip your hips tightly, his eyes fixated on the way your body moved on his cock. “Feels so good..” he muttered, you roll your hips as he thrusted up into you, your hands braced on his chest.
One hand moves up, cupping your breast, squeezing it gently, watching them move with each thrust. He sits up, his lips latching onto your nipple, running his tongue over it, glancing up at you through the top of his glasses.
Your fingers tangle in his hair, pulling gently, your head tipped back, your moans filling the room. “Fuck.. im gonna..” your breath hitched, your walls clamping around him as he thrusted into you.
Your body shuddering against his, as you reached your climax, your nails digging into his shoulders hard enough to leave red marks beneath your touch. He keeps up his movements, drawing out your orgasm, moans continually falling from your lips. Your head drops to his shoulder as he continued pounding up into you, reaching his own orgasm.
He falls back against the pillows again, his eyes squeezing shut behind his glasses as his thrusts became more uncontrolled. A deep groan strained from his throat as he kept himself deep inside of you, filling you with his release.
His cock starts to soften inside you before he pulls it out, your body collapses against his chest. His arms immediately wrapping around you, placing a kiss on your head. “You did so good..” he breathed out, running his fingers through your hair soothingly.
︵ ೀ mdni. satoru and suguru take you at the same time
“don’t waste it like that.”
satoru says amused as he watches thick ropes of sugurus cum leak out of your dripping pussy and run down your thighs. you moan as he slides two long fingers through the mess and pushes it right back inside you deep and slow to stuff every drop into your cunt.
you’re bent over satoru’s lap on the couch, ass up, still panting from how hard suguru just fucked you. “good girl,” satoru murmurs, scissoring his fingers. “keep it all inside.”
suguru laughs from behind you. he gives your ass a hard, loud slap that makes you jolt, then another one for good measure. he sits back on the couch, lights a cigarette, and takes a slow drag while he watches how satoru plays with you.
satoru pulls his shiny fingers out and lines up his thick cock, rubbing the head through the slick mess before he pushes in, forcing suguru’s load even deeper. “fuck feel that,” he groans, gripping your hips tight. “suguru filled you so nice for me.”
he bottoms out with a wet thrust and starts fucking you hard long strokes that push the cum back in with every slam. some of it leaks out around his cock and drips down onto the couch.
you whimper and grip the cushions in front of you hard, ass bouncing with each deep pound as satoru uses you like his favorite toy. suguru watches, eyes dark as he takes another drag, seeing satoru pound into your cum filled pussy. his own cock twitches and starts getting hard again at the sight.
“thats it, take it all,” satoru says breathlessly, pounding you harder. suguru exhales smoke, smirking. “she is creaming all over you, man. look at that mess.”
“yeah she is,” satoru laughs and slaps your ass again. he fucks you even rougher now, balls slapping loud against your skin. “gonna keep it all inside, baby, every single drop.”
suguru watches the whole thing with dark hungry eyes, his cock now fully hard again from the sight. he stubs out the cigarette, wraps a hand around his thick length, and starts stroking himself slow at first, thumb swiping over the head. “look at her taking it so well,” suguru murmurs, spreading precum down his shaft. he stands up after a moment, cock heavy and twitching in his hand as he steps closer to your face.
you feel him nudge the warm head of his cock against your lips, smearing precum across them. “open up,” suguru says softly, pressing forward so the tip pushes past your tongue. you moan around him as he slides in deeper. satoru laughs from behind, a little out of breath, and says, “yeah, fill her mouth too. she can take us both.”
suguru grips your hair gently and starts fucking your mouth, his cock sliding over your tongue and hitting the back of your throat while you suck and lick around him. “fuck, feels so good. you take me so well.”
satoru keeps pounding your pussy, spreading your cheeks wide so he can watch how your body swallows him and the cum leaks out. “she is clenching so hard around me,” satoru groans, his thrusts turning desperate. “gonna fill you up even more.”
you shake harder between them, another orgasm ripping through you as satoru pounds deep and suguru pushes his cock further down your throat. “good girl,” satoru growls, slamming in one last time before he spills hot inside you, adding his own load to the messy mix.
suguru follows soon after, groaning as he pulses on your tongue, flooding your mouth with thick spurts that you try to swallow around his length. they both hold you there for a long moment, breathing heavy, cocks buried deep while the cum drips and leaks everywhere, leaving you a complete mess between them.
seven minutes in heaven w frat!kuna gets a bit heated ... (shy!reader)
you shouldn't be here. no—you shouldn't have even considered being here. the idea crossing your mind in general was laughable, but, here you were. sitting criss cross apple sauce in a circle with some of the most popular people at your university. sukuna had invited you, claiming it was your turn to have a "taste of his world." you reluctantly agreed, uneasy at what it might entail, and you were right to. you were always right.
"it's her turn," the white haired one, gojo, nodded to you. you swallowed hard and reaching a shaky hand in the middle of the circle. before you could reach the bottle, someone objected.
"this is getting boring," shoko, the dark haired one who was close with gojo, complained. "it doesn't help this is a game designed for edgy middle schoolers. make it interesting."
"seven minutes in heaven?" another brunette suggested. the people in the circle murmured as they considered the idea.
"you said that a little too quickly choso," gojo said suspiciously. "anyone you got in mind?" he clapped his back and choso turned a deep red.
"dude..." choso said, clearly embarrassed.
"still designed for edgy middle schoolers..." shoko grumbled.
"i'm down for seven minutes in heaven." your head shot up at sukuna's voice. he entered the kitchen with a few more bottles in his hands. he handed them to a few of his friends before settling down beside you.
"you okay?" he whispered to you.
you nodded before turning your focus back to the circle. you didn't want him to coddle you. sure, this wasn't the way you'd typically spend a friday night, but you were fine. sort of. as long as he didn't leave your side. it dawned on you that he might have to during this game to go makeout with someone. you didn't like the uneasiness that settled into your stomach at that thought. he's probably done that and more a hundred of times...but still. you couldn't shake the icky feeling.
"okay, stop stalling. let's start then,” geto, another frat bro, urged. seems like the discourse was finally over. "whose turn was it again?"
everyone's eyes landed on you. your stomach churned and you nodded awkwardly. god, you really needed to stop nodding. you probably looked stupid. but you felt stupid. whoever it landed on, you'd tell them you weren't interested and just sit in silence for all of the four hundred and twenty seconds. that was your master, foolproof plan.
you spun the bottle and watched as it did almost a full 360, just falling a bit short of where you were sitting, but just enough to stir things up. the entire circle cheered when it landed on sukuna. they cheered on as he stared at the bottle in disbelief, looked at you to make sure you were okay with it, and even when you dragged your feet to the closet with him trailing behind you.
the darkness that engulfed the closet was daunting. you stepped on his foot at least twice and accidentally elbowing him. you apologized profusely and he reassured you it was fine, then silence fell over the two of you.
was your plan really that foolproof? it was created with being picked to kiss a stranger in mind. sukuna was no stranger. if you had to be completely honest, you wouldn't mind kissing him. to fulfill the challenge of course. nothing more.
"what are the odds?" he said finally.
you laughed at his stupid pun. "close to none since you were sitting right beside me."
he scoffed, "you always seem to make the impossible possible. why are you surprised now?"
you frowned. "huh?"
"i have the best grade i've ever had in all my years in college right now, thanks to you. i actually give a shit about school in general, thanks to you. if you told me i'd be where i am now a year ago, i'd laugh in your face." he sighed. "i just wish you could see the impact you make."
you were stunned. you didn't expect the two of you to sit in silence for almost ten minutes, but you didn't expect it to get deep.
"no, you're okay. i'm just processing." another minute passes before you break the silence.
"you're the only would i'd feel comfortable doing this with," you blurted out. you winced immediately as your confession hung heavy in the air. it was silent before you heard a low chuckle.
"sitting in the dark in silence...or making out?"
it was your turn to keep quiet. you hesitated, before replying with a simple, "both." it wasn't long before sukuna fumbled around the dark and finally found you. his lips crashed against yours and the two of you walked backwards until your back hit the wall. the two of you both groaned into the kiss. your fingers found their way in his hair as you kissed him back. this kiss was hungry: weeks of built up tension finally adding up this moment. you tugged his hair lightly and he grunted. he pulled away to trail kisses down your neck and you gasped. his lips were hot on your skin and you whined softly.
“kuna.” you gasped once more as he started sucking on the sensitive skin on your neck. your skin was on fire. he pulled away and leaned in to whisper in your ear.
“tell me to stop.”
your eyes widened as his hands traveled down your body. you didn’t want him to stop. you were probably violating multiple rules in your handbook, but right now, you didn’t care. you held your breath as his hand dipped under your skirt and in your panties.
“jesus christ,” he muttered, “you’re soaked.” you bit you lip and spread your legs a little wider. he chuckled and leaned in even closer.
“i’m guess you don’t want me to stop?”
you shook your head even though it was dark. “no,” you swallowed hard, “please don’t.”
with that, sukuna pulled your panties to the side and slipped two fingers inside of your weeping cunt. you trembled as he started pumping them slowly inside of you.
“shit,” he groaned. your slick was bound to be coating his hand by now, but the two of you were too turned on to care. he buried his head in your neck and sighed. you moaned as he curled his fingers, velvet walls clenching around him.
“shhh, they’re right outside,” he shushed you and clamped his hand over your mouth. he continued fucking you with his fingers, muttering about how wet you were. sukuna’s long fingers reached where your own couldn’t, even the spongy spot deep inside of you. you whined as he reached your g spot, moans muffled by his hand. heat pooled in your stomach as you got closer and closer to the edge. your heartbeat faster as he chased your high.
"isn't this a-against like f-five different rules?" you asked nervously. the pleasure building in your abdomen made you feel slightly guilty. no wonder it felt so good, you weren't supposed to be doing anything like this at all. when you first signed up, you'd promised treat mentees with respect...and your current predicament was anything but respectful.
"who cares?" sukuna murmured. "we started breaking rules when we had our first date," he kissed your neck and chuckled. "you're close, aren't you? cum for me. need to feel it." he kissed your cheek and you groaned. you prayed the lewd noises coming from you weren't audible for the audience outside. with one last shaky breath, you came undone. you clenched around his fingers and shuddered as he kept going, pushing you past overstimulation. your body shook, overwhelmed with the pleasure as you gasped.
"k-kuna." your broken cries were barely coherent. your thighs shook and you clutched his arm to steady yourself.
"hmm?" he asked you mockingly. "you always take what i give you so well." he pressed a kiss to your temple.
you opened your mouth to reply but you both froze as someone knocked on the closet door loudly. "yo, the seven minutes have been up."
with an exasperated sigh, sukuna pulled away and helped you put yourself back together. your legs felt like jelly as you did the walk of shame out of the closet. you didn't dare meet sukuna's eyes or any of the other people in attendance. you were sure what you had just done would be evident on your face. it definitely was on sukuna's. other than his messy hair and his slightly swollen lips, he had that mischievous glint in his eye once again. the two of you sat back down and watched as the next duo was picked.
"you okay?"
you titled your head slightly and saw sukuna eyeing you warily. you were more than okay. whatever the hell went down in the closet wasn't something you expected at all. to be honest, you were sad your time was cut short.
"mhm... i kinda wish we had more time," you admitted. your eyes quickly scanned the room to see if anyone had heard your confession. they were too busy teasing choso for being next.
sukuna chuckled and leaned in. "that can certainly be arranged."
your boyfriend, gojo satoru, finds you having a wet dream.
warnings/tags: mdni, f!reader, cursing, dating, consensual, sexual themes, suggestive, dirty talk, pet names, smutttt, p in v sex, unprotected sex (wrap it hoe), sleep sex, creampie.
a/n: i had the biggest writers block of my life and died. but im back and was in the mood to whip smth for my tumblr ho's. I post everyday on tiktok so check me out if you haven't. i write a lot more on there and there’s a good variety. anyway, short little fic for you all. mwa !
after long ridiculous hours at work, you basically pass out the second you get home around six in the morning. laying on the sofa with your phone playing a video on loop.
"baby!" gojo opens the door, holding his arms out wide, waiting for you to greet him like you always did when he was away.
he looked to his left and saw your shoes on the rack, so you had to be home.
"babyyy?" he calls out, hearing a small noise come from the living room.
he walks over and sees you phone slipping from your hand.
"oh my." he whispers, turning it off and placing it on the coffee table. "my poor overworked girl." he clicks his tongue.
he notices your thighs rubbing together, small tiny whines escaping your lips.
“oh?” he smirks, kneeling down until he’s at eye level. “you dreamin something dirty?” he laughs, hands grazing your ass.
“mmngh- satoru…” you murmur.
the tent in his pants becomes even more obvious—cock straining against the fabric.
“how sweet.” he gnaws at his bottom lip.
he gets on top on you, putting his hands on either side of you. “pretty little thing.” he lifts your shirt up, revealing your perky tits.
he cups your puffy tits, thumb circling your nipple.
“wake up, baby.” he whispers, hot breath on your neck.
you whimper, turning your head to the side.
he trails down your body, lips wrapping around your bud—sweetly sucking.
his hand travels down your shorts, feeling the wet spot on your panties. “c’mon.” his jaw tightens, cheeks hollowing as he sucks harder. “wake up, baby girl.” he whines.
your hips jerk up, “ngh…”
“you tease me even in your sleep.” he groans, pulling your shorts down. “look at that pretty pussy.” he cooes, pushing your panties to the side.
he unbuttons his pants, taking everything off and throwing it somewhere on the floor. cock springing out and bouncing off his abs.
he slaps his hard cock against your wet cunt, “shit-“ he hisses.
he aligns the tip to your entrance, slowly penetrating your slit.
your hole gapes, swallowing his thick cock and tightening around his base.
“such a good girl.” he grunts, snapping his hips against yours—rough, hard, and desperate.
“wake up.” he places his thumb on your clit, rubbing with just enough pressure to make your squirm. “i want to fucking hear you.”
your eyelids twitch, eyes slowly opening while he fucks you like a whore.
he pounds into you even harder, cock kissing your cervix. “y/n.” he moans. “look at me.” he grabs your face, gaze meeting yours.
you blink, “satoru-“ you yelp, feeling your pussy stretched around him.
“good morning.” he laughs, pupils blown wide as he continues to thrust into you.
“oh my god-“ your back arches off the sofa, eyes rolling back.
“no- no. look at me, baby.” he bites the inside of his cheeks, hand tightening around your face as he forces you to look at him.
your hole flutters around him, “h-harder.” you stammer.
hearing that, gojo pumps his cock into you—abusing your small pussy.
your hole clenches around him, pulsating as hot cum spills out of your cunt.
“fuck.” he groans, cock sinking inside you with a brutal thrust, hot ropes flooding your pussy.
“were you dreamin of me?” he tilts his head, pressing kisses all over your face.
“yeah.” you let out a breathless laugh, “you’re an incubus in my dreams.”
“really?” he raises his brows, “who fucks you better?”
“hm.” you hum, fingers brushing through his white hair. “i need to do a few more test runs…to get a fair answer.”
“oh yeah?” he flips you over on your stomach, “arch your back, sweetheart. we’ll be here all day until you only know my name.”
“Ay, ay, ay, he so deep in that pussy it’s like he lookin for somethin’ ”
Toji discovers that you haven’t found your G-spot yet and decides to lend a hand. (wc: 3.9k.)
A.N: This is based off Megans song Lover Girl if you couldn’t tell👀
A.N: I’ve been hesitant to post this one because, the more I read it, the worse it looks. Oh well! I hope you guys like it!! Also my requests are open so feel free to drop some ideas! I’m happy to do it. OKOK FR GO READ THIS!!!
Content & Warnings: explicit sexual content :: first time together :: age gap bc i love me an older man :: oral sex (f. receiving) :: vaginal penetration :: multiple orgasms and squirting :: praise and degradation :: various positions :: anal play (finger) :: creampie :: graphic descriptions :: cervix fucking :: headlock position :: leg-locking :: cum play :: spitting :: crying during sex :: drooling :: incoherent babbling :: idk how to do warnings :: can u tell
You've been dating Toji for three months now, and tonight marks a shift you've both been building toward. The age gap between you—him settled into his mid thirties with a seven-year-old son, you still navigating your early twenties—raised eyebrows at first, but there's an undeniable pull between you. Megumi's sleeping over at a friend’s house, which means you have the entire night. No interruptions. No holding back.
The bedroom door clicks shut, and Toji's presence fills the space behind you immediately. His hands find your waist, pulling you back against the solid heat of his chest. You can feel every defined muscle, the way his body radiates a quiet, controlled strength.
"Been waiting for this," he says against your ear, voice low and unhurried. His breath ghosts over your skin, making you shiver. "Gonna take my time with you tonight."
Your heart hammers as his palms slide up your sides, thumbs grazing just beneath your breasts through your thin tank top. The touch is deliberate, mapping you out like he's committing every detail to memory.
"Toji..." you breathe, already feeling heat pool low in your belly.
"Shh." His lips find the curve of your neck, pressing open-mouthed kisses there while his hands continue their exploration. The scar on his lip—a pale line bisecting the left side—drags against your skin, a reminder of how different his world is from yours. "You trust me?"
"Yes." The answer comes without hesitation.
"Good." His fingers dig into the soft flesh of your hips as he grinds against you from behind. Even through his sweatpants, you can feel him—thick and already hard, pressing insistently against the curve of your ass. "Told you I'd help you figure out what that body of yours can do. Tonight's the night, doll."
You'd confessed to him weeks ago, during a late-night conversation, that you'd never found your g-spot. Never experienced squirting despite watching enough videos to know it was possible. He'd just given you that dangerous half-smile, the scar on his lip pulling slightly, and promised he'd show you everything you were missing.
Toji spins you around, capturing your mouth in a kiss that's immediately consuming. He doesn't ease into it—his tongue slides against yours with purpose, claiming and demanding. One hand tangles in your hair while the other grips your hip, holding you exactly where he wants you. When he finally pulls back, you're breathless and dizzy.
"Get on the bed," he says simply.
You obey, settling onto the mattress while he watches with dark, focused eyes. He strips off his shirt in one smooth motion, revealing the carved planes of his chest and abdomen. Scars mark his skin—some faded, some newer—each one a story he's never fully told you. His body is a weapon honed through years of whatever dangerous work he does, and right now, all that controlled power is focused entirely on you.
He stalks toward the bed, movements unhurried but predatory. When he reaches you, his hands go to the hem of your tank top.
"Arms up."
You raise them, and he pulls the fabric over your head, tossing it aside. His gaze rakes over you—your full breasts straining against your bra, the thick muscle of your thighs. His jaw tightens as he takes you in.
"Perfect," he mutters, more to himself than to you.
He pushes you back onto the mattress, following you down. His weight settles over you, and you can feel every hard inch of him pressed against your core. The friction of his sweatpants against your shorts makes you gasp, hips bucking up involuntarily.
Toji grinds down deliberately, the thick ridge of his cock dragging right where you need it. "Feel that?" he asks, doing it again. "That's what you do to me."
"Please," you whimper, hands clutching at his broad shoulders.
"Not yet." His fingers find the button of your shorts, flicking it open with practiced ease. "Lift your hips."
You do, and he slides both your shorts and underwear down your legs in one smooth pull, leaving you bare from the waist down. The cool air hits your overheated skin, and you instinctively try to close your legs, but Toji's hands on your thighs stop you.
"Don't hide." His voice carries quiet authority as he pushes your legs apart, spreading you open. His eyes fix between your thighs, and you watch his throat work as he swallows. "Fuck. Look at you."
He runs one finger through your folds, gathering the wetness already there, and you jolt at the contact. When he brings that finger to his mouth and sucks it clean, maintaining eye contact the entire time, your face burns.
"Tastes good," he says, settling between your thighs. His hands grip your ass, pulling you closer to his face. "But I need more than a taste."
"You don't have to—oh fuck!"
Your protest dissolves into a sharp moan as his tongue drags through your folds, slow and thorough. He groans against you, the vibration making your toes curl against the sheets.
Toji eats pussy like he does everything else—with complete focus and zero hesitation. His tongue works through your folds, circling your clit before dipping down to fuck into your entrance. He's not gentle about it either. His face presses close enough that you can feel his nose bumping against your clit while his tongue explores you, and the wet, obscene sounds fill the room.
"Could do this for hours," he mutters against your flesh, and you believe him.
Your hands find his dark hair, fingers tangling in the strands as pleasure builds with each stroke of his tongue. He alternates between broad licks and focused attention on your clit, occasionally sealing his lips around the sensitive bud and sucking until you cry out.
"That's it," he encourages, the words vibrating against you. "Let me hear you."
When he slides one thick finger inside you, your back arches off the bed. He pumps it slowly, curling it as he searches, and you can feel him exploring your inner walls with clear intent.
"Gonna find it," he says, adding a second finger. The stretch makes you gasp—his fingers are so much thicker than yours, reaching deeper than you've ever managed on your own. "That spot that's gonna make you lose your mind."
He curls his fingers just right, and suddenly there's pressure—deep and intense and completely different from anything you've felt before.
"There," Toji says with satisfaction, pressing against that spot again. "Found you."
"Toji, I—" You're not sure what you're trying to say. The sensation is overwhelming, making you want to squirm away and press closer simultaneously.
"I know." His free hand pins your hip down, keeping you in place. "Just relax. Trust me."
He maintains that steady pressure inside you while his tongue works your clit, and the combination builds something unfamiliar low in your belly. Your thighs start shaking, and there's a strange fullness, a pressure that feels like you might—
"Let go," Toji instructs, pulling back just enough to watch your face while his fingers continue their work. "Stop fighting it. Just let it happen."
"I can't—it feels weird—"
"You can." His thumb replaces his tongue on your clit, rubbing tight circles. "Give it to me, doll."
The pressure becomes unbearable, and then suddenly you're coming apart. Your pussy clenches around his fingers as your orgasm hits, but it's different this time—you feel yourself gush, fluid leaking out around his fingers as you squirt for the first time in your life. The intensity of it makes you sob, tears streaming down your face as pleasure crashes through you in relentless waves.
"Fuck yes," Toji groans, and you feel his tongue on you again, lapping up everything you give him. "That's my girl. Squirting all over my face. So fucking perfect."
You're shaking uncontrollably, overwhelmed by sensations you've never experienced. When you finally come down, you're boneless and gasping, staring at the ceiling in a daze.
Toji crawls up your body, his face wet with your release, and kisses you deeply. You taste yourself on his tongue, and instead of embarrassment, it sends another pulse of arousal through you.
"Did so good," he murmurs against your lips, kissing away the tears on your cheeks. "See? Told you your body could do it."
"That was—I've never—" Words fail you completely.
"I know." There's satisfaction in his voice as he sits back on his heels. "And we're just getting started."
He strips off his sweatpants and boxers, and even though you've felt him against you, seeing him bare still makes your eyes widen. He's huge—easily eight or nine inches of thick, veined cock, the head flushed dark and already leaking. Your fingers wouldn't touch if you wrapped your hand around him.
"See what you do to me?" He strokes himself slowly, and you watch, mesmerized. "Been hard since we walked in here."
He reaches for the nightstand, but you stop him with a hand on his wrist.
"No condom," you say, surprising yourself with the boldness. "Want to feel you. All of you."
His eyes darken, pupils blown wide. "You sure? Because if I fuck you raw, I'm not pulling out."
The thought sends heat flooding through you. "I'm on birth control. Please, Toji."
"Fuck." He tosses the unopened condom aside. "Gonna ruin you, baby."
He positions himself at your entrance, the broad head of his cock pressing against your opening. Even as wet as you are, even after your orgasm, the stretch as he pushes in is intense. You feel every inch as he works himself inside, slow and relentless.
"Breathe," he instructs, watching your face carefully. "Take it slow. That's it."
The praise makes you clench around him, and he groans, fingers digging into your hips hard enough to bruise.
"Don't do that yet," he grits out. "Still gotta get all the way in."
It takes time—he's so thick that your body needs to adjust to accommodate him—but finally, finally, he's fully seated inside you. You feel impossibly full, stretched to your absolute limit. When you look down, you can see the slight bulge in your lower belly where he's buried deep.
"Look at that." Toji presses down on the bulge, and you both groan at the sensation. "So deep in this pussy. Gonna find every spot that makes you scream."
He starts to move, pulling almost all the way out before sliding back in. The drag of his cock against your inner walls is exquisite—you can feel every ridge, every vein, the way he stretches you open.
"So tight," he grunts, setting a steady rhythm. "Squeezing me so good."
He angles his hips, searching, and when he hits that spot inside you again, you cry out sharply.
"There it is." He adjusts his position, making sure every thrust hits that same spot. "That's what I'm looking for."
The pleasure builds quickly, intensifying with each deliberate stroke. Your hands clutch at his back, nails digging into scarred skin as he fucks into you with clear purpose.
"Toji," you gasp, his name the only word you can manage.
"That's right. Say my name." He picks up the pace, fucking into you harder. The sound of skin slapping against skin fills the room, mixing with your increasingly desperate moans. "Let everyone know who's making you feel this good."
He reaches between your bodies, thumb finding your clit and rubbing tight circles. The added stimulation combined with the way he's hitting your g-spot with every thrust pushes you toward another orgasm.
"Gonna make you squirt on my cock," Toji says, voice rough. "Wanna feel you gush all over me while I'm buried inside you."
Your second orgasm hits like a tidal wave. You scream his name as your pussy clenches around him, and you feel yourself gushing again, fluid leaking out around his cock as he continues to fuck you through it.
"Holy fuck," he groans. "So fucking hot. Making such a mess, doll."
You're crying again, tears streaming down your face as the pleasure overwhelms you. Your thoughts are starting to go hazy, the edges of your mind going soft and unfocused.
"Pretty when you cry," Toji murmurs, leaning down to lick the tears from your cheeks. "Crying on my cock like a good girl."
He pulls out suddenly, and you whimper at the loss.
"Hands and knees," he orders.
You scramble to obey on shaky limbs, getting into position. Once you're there, he slides back in with one smooth thrust, and the new angle has him hitting even deeper. You can feel him pressing against your cervix, and the mix of pleasure-pain makes you sob.
"Too deep?" he asks, but he doesn't slow down.
"N-no," you manage. "Feels good. So good."
"That's my girl." One hand grips your hip while the other slides up your spine. "Taking every fucking inch."
He fucks you hard in this position, each thrust making your ass bounce and your breasts sway. The sounds are obscene—the wet squelch of your pussy, the slap of his hips against your ass, your increasingly incoherent moans.
"Such a good little slut for me," Toji says, and the degradation mixed with praise makes you clench around him. "Yeah? You like that? Like being my personal fucktoy?"
"Yes," you sob. "Yes, yes, yes."
Your arms give out, and you collapse forward onto the bed, ass still in the air. Toji follows you down, his weight pressing you into the mattress as he continues to pound into you.
"Gonna try something," he says. "Tell me if it's too much."
You feel his finger—slick with your wetness—press against your other hole. You tense instinctively, but he soothes you with his free hand stroking your back.
"Relax," he murmurs. "Just gonna use my finger. Gonna make you feel even better."
He works his finger in slowly, and the added fullness makes you see stars. You've never felt so full, so completely claimed.
"Fuck, you're perfect," Toji groans. "Taking me in both holes. So fucking tight."
He fucks you like this for what feels like hours, finger in your ass and cock in your pussy, hitting your g-spot with every thrust. You lose count of how many times you cum, each orgasm blending into the next until you're just a shaking, sobbing mess beneath him.
Your mind is completely gone now, cock-drunk and incoherent. Drool leaks from the corner of your mouth onto the sheets, and you can't form words anymore, just babbling nonsense and his name.
"T-Toji, Toji, please, so good, can't—I can't—more, please, so full, love it, love your cock, please please please—"
"That's it, doll," he encourages. "Go dumb on my dick. Don't need to think. Just need to feel."
He pulls his finger out and flips you over onto your back again. Your legs are shaking so badly you can barely hold them up, but Toji hooks them over his shoulders, folding you nearly in half.
"Gonna fuck you even deeper," he warns.
When he slides back in, this position has him hitting your cervix with every thrust. The intensity makes you scream—it's too much and not enough all at once, pleasure bordering on pain but so good you never want it to stop.
"Look at you," Toji says, and you force your eyes open to meet his gaze. "Completely fucked out. Drooling and crying and taking my cock so well."
He leans down, and you think he's going to kiss you, but instead he spits directly into your open mouth.
"Swallow," he orders.
You do without thinking, and his eyes darken with approval.
"Good girl. Such a good fucking girl for me."
His thrusts are getting erratic now, and you can tell he's close. One of his hands wraps around your throat—not squeezing, just holding—while the other finds your clit again.
"One more," he demands. "Cum with me, baby."
The pressure on your throat, the stimulation on your clit, the relentless pounding of his cock—it all combines to push you over the edge one more time. You cum with a silent scream, body going rigid as pleasure whites out your vision.
Coming down from your high, you feel his thrusts become sloppy. In your cock-drunk haze, your legs wrap around his waist instinctively, locking your ankles behind his back to keep him inside you. You need him to stay, need to feel every drop.
"Fuck," Toji chants, and then he's cumming too, buried as deep as he can get. You can feel him pulsing inside you, filling you with his release, and it seems to go on forever.
The leg-lock does something to Toji. His eyes go wild, almost feral, and he groans like he's in pain.
"Fuck, doll," he gasps. "Locking me in like that. Keeping me inside this pussy."
He's still hard inside you—barely softened at all—and you can feel him starting to move again.
"Can't stop," he says, sounding almost apologetic. "This pussy's got me fucking drunk. Need more."
"Yes," you slur, still not fully coherent. "More. Want more."
"Gonna give it to you." His voice has gone rough, almost desperate. "Gonna fuck my cum deeper inside you. Gonna fill you up even more."
He unwraps your legs from around him and pulls out, and you both watch as his cum leaks out of your used pussy. The sight makes him groan.
"So pretty," he says, gathering the cum on his fingers and pushing it back inside you. "This all belongs inside you."
Then he's maneuvering you into a new position. He sits back against the headboard and pulls you into his lap, your back to his chest. His cock slides back into you easily, and this position has him even deeper than before.
"Gonna fuck you like this," he says, hands gripping your thighs and spreading them wide. "Want you to watch."
You look down and can see everything—your swollen, used pussy stretched around his thick cock, his cum leaking out around him, the way your lower belly bulges slightly with each thrust.
"See that?" One hand presses on the bulge. "So deep in this pussy. Fucking your cervix. Gonna make you feel me for days."
He starts to move, lifting you up and down on his cock. The position has your legs spread wide, completely open and exposed, and you can see everything in the mirror across from the bed.
You look wrecked—hair a mess, face flushed and tear-stained, drool on your chin, eyes glazed and unfocused. You look thoroughly fucked, and the sight makes you clench around him.
"Like watching?" Toji asks. "Like seeing how ruined you look?"
"Uh-huh," you manage, unable to form real words anymore.
One of his hands slides up to your breast, pinching and rolling your nipple, while the other finds your clit again. You're so oversensitive that even the lightest touch makes you jerk.
"Gonna make you cum again," he says. "Wanna see how many times I can make this pussy squirt."
He bounces you on his cock faster, harder, and you can only hold on and take it. Your head falls back against his shoulder, mouth open in a constant moan.
"That's it. Just take it. Don't gotta do anything but sit there and let me use this pussy like the cockwhore you are."
The degradation mixed with the praise, the overstimulation, the feeling of his cum inside you—it all pushes you toward another orgasm. You didn't think you had another one in you, but your body proves you wrong.
"Gonna—gonna—" you try to warn him, but the words won't come.
"I know. Can feel you getting tight. Go ahead. Squirt all over my cock again."
Your orgasm hits, and you do squirt again, fluid gushing out around his cock and soaking both of you. You're sobbing now, completely overwhelmed, body shaking uncontrollably.
"So good," Toji groans. "Such a good fucking girl."
He shifts positions again, this time pulling you forward so you're on your hands and knees. But instead of kneeling behind you, he straddles your hips, one arm wrapping around your throat in a loose headlock while the other grips your hip.
"This okay?" he checks, and you nod frantically.
"Good," he says, and then he's fucking into you with renewed intensity.
The headlock position has you completely at his mercy. You can't move, can't do anything but take what he gives you. The angle is different too, his cock dragging against your g-spot with every thrust.
"Love having you like this," he grunts in your ear. "Completely under my control."
His arm around your throat tightens slightly—not enough to cut off air, just enough to make you lightheaded. Combined with the relentless pounding, it's almost too much.
"Color?" he asks, checking in.
"Green," you gasp. "So green. Don't stop."
"Wasn't planning to."
He fucks you harder, faster, chasing his second orgasm. You're beyond cumming at this point, just existing in a constant state of pleasure, body trembling and twitching with every thrust.
"Gonna fill you up again," he warns. "Gonna pump you so full of cum it'll be leaking out for days."
The possessiveness in his voice makes you clench weakly around him.
"Yeah, you like that," he says. "Like being mine."
"Yours," you manage to slur. "All yours."
"Damn right," he growls, and then he's cumming again, the arm around your throat tightening as he buries himself as deep as possible.
You can feel him pulsing inside you, adding to the mess already there. It's so much—too much—and you can feel it leaking out even as he's still cumming.
When he finally finishes, he releases the headlock and you collapse forward onto the bed, completely boneless. Toji follows you down, keeping his cock inside you as you both catch your breath.
"Did so good," he murmurs, pressing kisses to your shoulder. "So fucking perfect for me."
You can only whimper in response, completely fucked out and incoherent. Your body is still twitching with aftershocks, oversensitive and used.
Toji finally pulls out, and you both watch as cum gushes out of you, soaking the sheets beneath you. There's so much of it, and the sight makes him groan.
"Fuck, look at that," he says, running his fingers through the mess and pushing it back inside you. "So pretty like this."
He brings his cum-covered fingers to your mouth, and you automatically open, sucking them clean without thought.
"Good girl," he praises. "Love how cock-drunk you get."
He gathers more cum on his fingers and feeds it to you again, and you swallow it down obediently, too far gone to feel embarrassed.
"That's it. Taste how good we are together."
When his fingers are clean, he finally rolls off you, pulling you into his arms. You're still trembling, still crying softly, completely overwhelmed by everything that just happened.
"Shh, I got you," he soothes, stroking your hair. "You're okay. Did so good for me."
His praise makes you cry harder, emotions overwhelming you.
"Found it," you mumble against his chest. "Found my g-spot."
He laughs softly. "Yeah, we did. And you squirted so pretty for me, doll."
"Love you," you slur, barely conscious now.
"Love you too," he says, pressing a kiss to your forehead. "Now rest. Gonna take care of you."
You drift off in his arms, thoroughly used and completely satisfied, already dreaming about the next time he'll take you apart like this.
When you wake up later, cleaned and tucked into fresh sheets, Toji is there beside you, watching you with soft eyes.
"Hey, doll," he says gently. "How you feeling?"
"Sore," you admit. "But good. Really good."
"Good," he says, pulling you closer. "Because I'm not done with you yet. Gonna spend all night finding new ways to make you squirt for me."
And he does.
By morning, you can barely walk, thoroughly marked and claimed and completely his. And you wouldn't have it any other way.
I hope there aren’t any mistakes i did not beta read this
♯ looks like everyone else is running a little late for dinner.. oh well! guess that leaves you alone with toge inumaki. surely nothing could go wrong, right? twt link
the living room was quiet, save for the occasional chime of notifications from their phones.
you were sprawled out comfortably, lying on your stomach with your hips resting right across inumaki’s lap. it was a familiar, cozy position, and you were completely absorbed in your screen, scrolling through a group chat with the others who were supposed to arrive for dinner any minute.
inumaki, however, wasn't nearly as focused on his phone. he held the device in one hand, but his gaze kept drifting downward. and to what you may ask?
well, from his vantage point, the hem of your skirt had ridden up, leaving the soft curve of your ass exposed and tantalizingly close. he swallowed hard, his throat tight behind the high collar of his uniform. he shifted slightly, the friction of your body against his thighs sending a jolt of heat straight to his dick.
just as you started to shift, preparing to roll over and ask him if he thought the others were running late, you felt it.
a warm, broad palm slid beneath the fabric of your skirt, pressing firmly against the center of your panties. you froze, your breath hitching in your throat.
"toge?" you gasped, your voice laced with surprise.
he didn't answer with words, (duh, inumaki’s a cursed speech user), instead, he let out a low, affirmative hum, his fingers beginning to rub slow, deliberate circles over your clit through the thin lace. the sensation was electric, catching you completely off guard. you tried to push yourself up, but inumaki’s other hand came down firmly on the small of your back, pinning you down against his lap.
his eyes flicked toward the front door in a swift, practiced motion, checking that the door was still closed and no one lingered in the hallway. once he was certain you both were alone, a newfound urgency crept into every movement. he wasted no time in reaching under the waistband of your panties, hooking his fingers into the fabric and sliding them down and away, leaving you completely exposed to the cool air of the room and the heat of his touch.
"oh god— really? right here?" you breathed, your face flushing a deep crimson. "toge, someone could walk in."
inumaki just responded with a soft, playful huff, his eyes shimmering with a mix of mischief and desire.
"okaka,” he gave a small, indifferent shrug, lips barely twitching.
he used his hand to spread your thighs wider, opening you up completely, and you couldn’t help but feel a little embarrassed by the vulnerable position you were right now. though, he didn't waste another second, splaying his entire hand and pressing his palm flat against your soaking wet cunt. he groaned a little by how wet you already were and began to rub you with all four fingers, sliding them in a broad, sweeping motion across your clit and your sensitive folds, circling it with a pressure that made your toes curl.
"mmmh.. right there.. good boy," you sighed, arching your back and pressing your heat deeper into his palm. "toge, that feels.. so good.."
he hummed again, a vibration you could feel against your hip, and then he pushed. one finger slid inside you, followed immediately by a second. he didn't stop at the entrance, no, he drove them deep, burying both fingers all the way to his knuckles in one fluid motion.
"oh my god! shit!" you cried out, a loud, unrestrained moan escaping your lips. the sudden fullness was overwhelming, hitting that soft spot inside of you with a precision that made your vision blur. "toge— mmmh! couldn’t you have warned me?!"
a barely perceptible stiffness settled into inumaki’s frame. you didn't notice, not with how fleeting it was, but the noise had shattered the lounge's silence, far louder than it had any right to be. his violet eyes flicked towards the door as he imagined their friends walking in on this scene. well, he couldn't tell you to be quiet in his normal voice without risking a catastrophic command, but he had no choice. he didn’t want to get taunted by his friends for this. not again.
he leaned down, his lips brushing against your ear, and whispered a single, focused command.
"be quiet."
the power of the cursed speech hit you like a physical weight. suddenly, your vocal cords felt locked, the loud moans dying in your throat. you tried to gasp, to tell him how good it felt, but all that came out were soft, pathetic whimpers and shallow breaths.
inumaki seemed satisfied with the silence and began to pump his fingers in and out of you, the rhythm fast and relentless. he hooked his fingers upward, scraping against the sensitive walls of your cunt, mimicking the motion of a dick. his dick. well, he wished it was.
"mmmph— ttt— haaa!—" you whimpered, squirming in his lap. your hands clenched the couch cushions so tightly your knuckles turned stark white, your nails threatening to pierce the fabric, as you chased the orgasm he was building inside you.
he let out a small sound, a soft 'salmon', as he felt your internal muscles clenching tightly around his fingers. knowing you were close, he increased the pace, his thumb grinding harshly against your clit while his fingers continued to hammer deep into your core.
you were shaking now, your entire body vibrating with the effort of trying to scream through the curse. you could only let out high-pitched, muffled whines, your hips bucking wildly against him as you finally peaked, your walls pulsing rhythmically around his hand in a crushing, wet release.
inumaki, however, didn't stop until you had completely gone limp, your breath coming in ragged gasps. he slowly withdrew his fingers with a wet pop and reached for the tissue box at the center of the coffee table, cleaning you up with a tenderness that contrasted the aggression of the last few minutes.
as the initial waves of your orgasm subsided, you remained draped across his lap, your body still humming with residual electricity. the silence of the room felt heavy, charged with the scent of your arousal and the lingering weight of his command.
“bonito flakes.”
"hmmm?" you hummed, your eyelids falling shut with a slow flutter, your mind still wrapped in a lingering haze.
“suck my dick.”
this was lowk short asf plz don’t slime me out 😭😭😭😭 also why are there little to no fics of this freak!!! and i PROMISE ill get back to my bff megumi fics just let ya boy write a bit of angst first…..
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could you possibly do bf!megumi and reader and they’re like making out but plot twist yuji, nobara, (could be anybody as well) walks in on them.. 👀
making out with your favorite boy twt link
♯ megumi fushiguro x reader
the movie had been playing for nearly half an hour, but the plot had long since faded into a blur of colors and distant sounds. the flickering light of the television cast long, dancing shadows across the living room, but the only thing you were focused on was the heavy, comforting weight of megumi pinned against you.
he was sprawled on top of you, his chest pressing firmly against yours, pinning you deep into the soft cushions of the couch. what had started as a few soft, tentative kisses had spiraled into something far more urgent.
megumi wasn't usually the one to initiate with aggression; he was quiet, measured, and calm. but there was a hidden intensity to him, a desire that only came out when it was just the two of you. his hands, usually so steady, were trembling slightly as they slid beneath the hem of the oversized hoodie you were wearing. his hoodie. he had pushed the fabric up slowly, inch by inch, until it bunched right under your breasts, leaving your torso bare to the cool air of the room.
you let out a shaky breath, your skin prickling with anticipation. "gumi.." you whimpered, the sound barely more than a whisper.
he didn't answer with words. instead, he shifted his weight, his hips aligning perfectly with yours. he was still in his sweatpants, and as he pressed down, he began to slowly, deliberately grind his dick against your cunt. the friction of the thick grey fabric against the thin, delicate lace of your panties was just perfect, sending jolts of heat straight to your core and his.
"fuuuck..." he breathed, a quiet curse slipping through gritted teeth. his brows furrowed as his eyes flickered downward, lingering only a moment before returning to yours.
you gasped, slightly arching your back to meet him, your legs instinctively wrapping tight around his waist to pull him closer, wanting to erase every millimeter of space between you.
"you're so warm," he murmured, his voice a low, gravelly vibration that seemed to echo in your chest. he shifted again, a slow, circular roll of his hips that made you moan a bit louder, your fingers digging into the muscles of his back, pulling him down.
"don’t stop— i’ve been thinking about this all day," you whispered, tilting your head back to give him better access to your throat. "please, megumi."
he let out a shaky breath, his composure finally beginning to crack.
one of his hands slid down from your ribs, tracing the curve of your hip with a possessive grip before slipping lower. he cupped the swell of your ass, squeezing firmly, pulling your pelvis flush against his hardness. meanwhile, his other hand wandered upward, his thumb grazing the underside of your breast, teasing the nipple until it peaked, sending a shiver through your entire frame.
"missed you all day," he confessed, his voice dropping to a needy, private whisper. megumi pulled back just enough to look at you, his eyes clouded with a mixture of need and deep affection.
"i couldn't stop thinking about you. about how you'd look in my clothes.. about how you'd feel under me."
he leaned down, peppering a trail of hot, wet kisses along your jawline and down the sensitive column of your neck.
"you’re always so sweet to me," you breathed with a small giggle, cheeks warming ever so slightly.
megumi groaned, the sound vibrating against your skin.
“good.”
he shifted again, his grind becoming more insistent, more demanding. and while he was still maintaining that calm, steady rhythm, the pressure he was applying to your clit through the lace was becoming unbearable in the best way possible.
"is this okay?" he asked, his voice barely audible, though his hips didn't stop their slow, torturous movement
"it's perfect. don't stop," you pleaded, your hands slowly leaving his back and threading through his messy, spiky hair, tugging slightly to bring his lips back to yours.
when he finally kissed you again, it wasn't the soft kiss from before; it was deep and full of pure affection. his tongue quickly swept into your mouth, continuing to rub himself against you. simultaneously, he slid one of his hands upward from your waist. he didn't grip hard, but he settled his palm firmly against the front of your throat.
it wasn't a choke, nor was it meant to hurt; it was a grounding weight, a steady pressure that kept your head pinned back against the cushion. it was a silent, calm statement, a reminder that despite the chaos of the pleasure swirling around you, he was the one guiding this.
you let out a muffled moan into his mouth, your throat vibrating under his palm.
eventually, megumi broke the kiss, his breathing heavy and ragged. the hand that wasn’t wrapped around your neck traveled down, his fingers hooking into the waistband of your lace panties.
“can i?”
“mmh..”
the corners of his lips lifted into a faint smile against you, lingering for only a second before fading into a soft, acknowledging hum. he didn't pull your panties off immediately; instead, he slid two long fingers underneath the lace, finding your soaking wet folds.
“you’re already so wet and all i did was kiss you, pretty.”
you let out a loud, sharp moan, your hips jerking upward. "d— don’t tease me."
"patience," he muttered, though he sounded like he was struggling with his own advice. he began to circle your clit with his thumb, applying just the right amount of pressure while his other hand moved down to grip your thigh, holding you steady.
“oooh god— don’t stop! ‘m so close, megs!”
"so sensitive," he let out a quiet snicker, the corners of his lips tugging upward. he silently reminded himself that he needed to start spending more physical time with you.
megumi continued to watch your face, then leaned down to kiss away the tears of pleasure pricking your eyes, a small huff slipping from his lips afterwards at the feeling of your hand rubbing his dick through his sweatpants.
“yeah? right there? tell me i’m doing good.”
“such a good boy for me! hah— god— i— i’m cumming—”
"there we go," he breathed against your lips, his hand slipping out from your panties within seconds as he finally reached for the drawstring of his sweatpants, determined to finally feel skin on skin.
SLAM!
the front door burst open with a loud crash, immediately followed by the unmistakable sound of two very familiar voices bickering at full volume.
"bro. i'm telling you, kugisaki! the spicy chips are objectively better than the honey butter ones!" yuji's voice carried through the house, full of unwavering confidence despite how ridiculous the argument was.
"shut up, idiot! the honey butter ones are a delicacy!" nobara retorted, her voice carrying through the house as she shoved past yuji, who was balancing an impressive number of snack bags in his arms.
“said no one ever in this entire fucking world.”
“itadori, you test my patience ev—”
they then stopped dead in their tracks, the argument dying instantly as their attention shifted towards you two.
the scene was incriminating: megumi half hovering over you, your hoodie pushed up to your chest, your legs still wrapped firmly around his waist, and both of you flushed and panting.
silence stretched for three agonizing seconds.
yuji’s eyes widened so much it was almost comical, his jaw dropping as he stared between the two of you. his gaze flickered to megumi, then to you, then back to megumi again, like his brain was desperately trying to process what he was seeing.
"FUSHIGURO?!" the pink-haired guy shrieked, his voice hitting a pitch only dogs could hear. "OHHOHO! MY MAN! I DIDN'T KNOW YOU WERE LIKE THAT.”
nobara blinked, her expression caught somewhere between unimpressed and genuinely surprised. without saying a word, she reached over and snatched a bag of chips from the arm of yuji’s overloaded stash. she let out a dramatic sigh, followed by an exaggerated gag, as if she had just witnessed something truly unbearable.
"seriously. in the living room? have some shame, fushiguro. some of us wanted to actually watch the movie, not a live demonstration of your repressed horniness."
megumi narrowed his eyes a little, his face turning a shade of crimson that rivaled a tomato. he slowly let go of your hoodie and collapsed forward, burying his face in the crook of your neck with a long, muffled groan of pure, unadulterated embarrassment.
"jus’ get out," he managed to choke out, his voice muffled by your skin.
"WAIT. hold on!" yuji burst out, suddenly far more invested than anyone expected. his eyes practically sparkled with curiosity as he leaned into the situation.
"do we need to leave? should we go get dinner? do you guys need a room? ‘cause i can help you find a room!"
"ouuut," megumi groaned, dragging the word out in pure annoyance. he finally looked over at them, his expression cold enough to make the room go quiet (though he was very much embarrassed). after reluctantly moving away from you, he raised his hands into a familiar stance, making it very clear he was considering using one of his shikigami.
“bruh.”
as nobara hauled a laughing yuji away, she looked back over her shoulder, calling out one final remark before the two of them vanished down the hallway, "clean up your act, megumi! and put some clothes on her!"
the room fell quiet once again, the only sound being the faint roll of the movie credits playing in the background. megumi remained still for a long moment, his forehead resting against yours as he slowly caught his breath, neither of you rushing to break the silence.
"i’m never gonna hear the end of it," he whispered.
you laughed softly, your hand moving up to smooth through his hair. "at least now they know there's more to you than the grumpy version they see in public."
megumi groaned again, leaning down to kiss you deeply, though the mood had shifted from primal to something more playful.
geto is a stickler about his sleep. in other words: he likes you, but he doesn't play.
once he hit thirty, it's like an invisible clock in his soul started counting down. he took his time re-learning his habits, figuring out what routines work best for his longevity. it's something he chipped at tirelessly until it was perfect.
and now, there's you. young, vibrant, half his age, but in a way that doesn't make him think twice. you came and threw the prettiest wrench in his midlife crisis plans, and now he's in far too deep.
geto's always slept with something over his eyes — his arm, a pillow, or you, it's like he can't face the room comfortably. tonight is no different, but tonight he's tucked in bed before the sun has even set in the sky. the curtains are open, spilling light over his stagnant body, but he doesn't notice with his arm slung lazily over his eyes.
you tiptoe into the room like you're afraid of disturbing the beast, knowing that, since he was radio silent, he was nowhere but in bed. you assumed he must've had a day, but that didn't stop you from swinging by before your evening plans... just to see if he was okay.
your idea of checking up on him is gentle at first — just you crawling over the mattress, tossing a leg over his body so you could straddle him back to his senses. he's asleep on his back, full lips parted as he takes deep, even breaths. you smile down at him, reaching down to caress his grey-stubbled chin.
"there's no way you're sleeping so early." there's a laugh hidden behind your tone, and a smile that lingers when you see his lips pull up at the sound of your voice. "old man,"
"it's friday. you know i sleep on fridays."
"then how can you possibly have a life? It's sunny out." you whine, shifting your hips over his strong hips and grabbing at his arm to pull it from his face. "i'm going to dinner with a friend, so don't worry about it. i just wanted to see you first."
finally, geto pulls his face free, eyes squinted as he adjusts to the room's light and the glow of your smile aimed right down at him. "and now that you woke me, i won't be able to go back to sleep. might as well brew a coffee and stay awake all night."
"don't be dramatic," you whisper, tone dipping to that valley that only he has the pleasure of hearing. his once authoritative tone cracks and greys around the edges as you scoot down his body, lowering face-to-face so you can kiss that sleepy smirk right off his face. "give me five minutes. i can have you sleeping like a baby."
"then, shall i set a timer?"
your idea of a lullaby is your heated, stifled moans as you dip your head, overcome with the feeling of him buried so deep that you can feel it in your tummy.
the moment is as intimate as they come — his hands on your bare hips, your dress bunched around your waist and panties soiled and simply pushed to the side. geto's face is flush down to the collarbones, shirtless chest rising and falling rapidly as he does his best to keep his composure and not tap out too soon.
you're right... he's toast. your warm, trembling cunt feels like home — clamping down on him every time he pushes his hips just a bit deeper. the warmth reminds him of being safe on his mother's bosom, though he'd never admit it.
the way you're whispering lulls him into an almost dream-like state of being, making his eyes flutter shut as he tilts his head to the side. "that's it, good boy," you whisper, running two open palms over his chest, pulling him back down.
"i-if you squ—eeze like that... mmgh..." he mumbles, fingers creating fists in the skin of your hips. he wants to just hold you there and fuck you, but doesn't have the energy. all this tension makes him feel like a taut rubber band, ready to snap with just one whisper from your lips.
"like this?" you gasp, lifting your hips just a bit, then clenching down on his thick cock like you want him out. under you, geto swallows down a deep groan, eyes squeezed shut as he tosses his head to the other side. he's holding his breath, afraid that if he lets go, he'll succumb to your ways, cum, and fall right back to sleep like you promised.
"or, like this?" you bite down on your bottom lip, smirking down at him as you raise your hips all the way, then drop back down with a sharp inhale.
"yes! oh, yes..." he moans, showing his teeth as his knees shiver, balls tightening under you as he almost... just, almost cums on the spot. "fuck— don't do that."
so, you do... just that.
it takes less than five minutes — you're counting each thrust in your head, blinking over at the clock at his bedside so you don't miss your plans. sure, you're focusd on getting off, but you're even more focused on getting him where he wants to be.
for a man that does so much for you, you feel pretty damn accomplished to say you made him cum, then turn over and knock right back out like nothing happened.
only, this time he's not worried about the sun. he turns to his side, pushing all the blankets from his overheated skin, and snores himself right back to sleep like nothing happened.
safe to say, geto slept like a baby after you left.
satoru gojo loves fucking you silly (bonus: hyperspermia) ⭑.ᐟ
your apartment was mostly quiet, the wet rhythmic slap of skin against skin and your moans were the exception.
you’d been on top of satoru for what felt like hours. your thighs burned, hips ached and every time you tried to lift yourself up, his cock dragged against your sensitive walls, punching a cry out of you. you’ve already orgasmed like..six or seven times? you’d lost count somewhere around the third, your mind was blank—the only thing you could think of was how he quite literally fucking you silly.
and he hadn’t finished once. how the fuck could he do that?
“fuck..toru,” you whimpered, voice cracking. your legs felt like jelly, completely unable to move anymore. you collapsed against his chest, forehead pressed against his neck. his cock was still buried to the hilt inside of you, thick and throbbing—every pulse of it dragging against your soft puffy walls.
“aww, my poor girl..your legs gave out?” he coos, a hand finding its way to your hip. “told you there’s no way you’d last. but noo you’ve been bouncing on my cock like you were tryna break it baby,”
you made a weak sound of protest. “s-shut up, i can’t move anymore..”
“i know baby,” he kissed the top of your head gently as he rolled his hips up in a slow deep thrust that forced a moan out of you. “that’s okay, i’ll do it for you.”
he shifted under you, knees bending, feet planting against the mattress. both hands gripped your hips, steadying you as he starts thrusting into you, long deep thrusts that had you gasping each time he bottomed out.
you were so wet it was almost embarrassing. slick coated the inside of your thighs, dripping down onto his thighs and the sheets. each time he moved, the undeniable wet flithy sounds filled the room. “shit,” he groaned, head tipping back against the headboard. his white hair stuck to his forehead due to sweat. his blue eyes were half lidded as he watched you.
“you feel so good baby, all soft around me and sucking me in so nicely..”
“too much,” you whimpered as he fucked your harder. the head of his cock dragged over your sweet spot, causing your vision to blur with tears of pleasure. “i’ve already—ahh, cum..so many times, toru!”
“and you’re gonna do it again for me yeah?” he tells you, keeping his relentless punishing pace.
you shook your head against his chest, tears streaming down your face. your fingers dug into his shoulders, you were overstimulated beyond belief. your clit rubber against his pelvis with every movement, the poor swollen bud twitching sensitively. “i don’t think i can..”
“oh? you can baby,” he tells you, his voice rough with pleasure as he grins. “your walls are sucking me in, fluttering around me every time i push in..” as if to prove his words, he thrusts inside harder than before causing you to cry out and clench around him helplessly. “atta girl. gonna keep you stuffed yeah?“
“satoru,” you whined, another orgasm was already coiling in your belly. “c’mon baby, you can give it to me.”
his hands tightened on your hips, holding you down as he fucked you faster, the bed creaking under you both due to the force. “t-toru—hah, fuck!”
your orgasm hit you hard. your whole body twitched, walls clamping around his cock as a broken son tore through you. you trembled through it as you messily squirted around his cock. satoru groaned, hips snapping up as he fucks you through it. “good girl—such a good girl for me.”
you whimpered. “n-no more..” you gasped, clenching helplessly around him.
he laughed, breathlessly. one hand slip up to cup the back of your neck, titling your face so he could look at you. his eyes darkened at your face. tears streaming down your fucked out face—looking up at him with lips parted. you were beautiful like this.
“i’m gonna fill you up,” he murmured, chasing his own pleasure after what felt like forever. “you want that baby? your husband filling you up?”
you could only nod weakly, not trusting yourself to speak anymore. the wet sound of his cock driving into your soft overused walls was obscene. your clit throbbed, soft whimpers escaping you.
you clung to satoru, completely useless as you clenched rhythmically around him. his thrusts soon got sloppy, he buried himself all the way inside, his mushroom tip hitting your cervix as he came.
he groaned, you whimpered. hot thick spurts of cum fills you, so much so, you felt full immediately. his cock twitches as he continues slipping inside of you.
it was so much, the excess leaking around the base of his cock, warm and messy. he stayed still, hips twitching with aftershocks as he held you, his hand stroking your hair gently. “there was go,” he murmured. “you did so well for me. are you okay?”
you made a soft sound of affirmation, eyes fluttering from exhaustion. your whole body felt liquid—the mere thought of speaking sucked. he chuckled at your reaction. “good. don’t fall asleep yet baby, i have to clean you up.”
a small whine came from you, ignoring his words as you nuzzled closer. “baby..fuck, okay. guess we’ll stay like this hm?”
pervy best friend!choso who thinks you're his lucky charm and wants you to sit in his lap while he plays video games. while you're perched on his thighs with his arms on either side of you, he kisses your neck and nibbles on your ear as his fingers fiddle with his controller. when he wins a game he'll turn your face towards him and give you a peck on the lips, calling it a 'celebratory kiss'.
pervy bestfriend!choso who insists on coming with you whenever you want to buy lingerie - a second opinion is always useful right? he'll pick out a set in your favourite colour and wait for you outside the dressing room. once you're out, you give him a quick twirl bending down and shaking your ass a little. he'll come up behind you to help you 'adjust your bra strap', but really it's to feel your plush ass against his dick. you know exactly what he's doing and push back against him, grinding softly against his growing erection. when he coughs out a groan, you feign innocence, asking him sweetly if he's okay.
pervy bestfriend!choso who takes advantage of the fact that you become extremely affectionate when you're sleepy. whenever you go over to his place and end up sleeping over, you cuddle him tightly, wrapping your arms around his neck and throwing one of your legs over his own. choso feels his cock strain against the fabric of his boxers as you wiggle against him in an atempt to get comfortable, feeling your tits pressed against his arm and the warmth of your pussy against his thigh.
pervy bestfriend!choso who can't believe his luck when he looks over too see that the strap of your tank top has fallen all the way down and exposed your bare breasts. He stares as your tits rise and fall as you breathe, basically inviting him to suck on them. He leans down to watch your nipples harden and his mouth is on them in seconds. I mean, how could he possibly resist? Choso's eyes are half-lidded as he swirls his tongue around your bud, his spit coating every inch of your nipple.
pervy bestfriend!choso who is too focused on your chest to notice that you've been awake the whole time, watching him groan as he sucks your nipple passionately. Choso only realises you're awake when your hand travels to his hair and you start running your fingers through his thick strands.
pervy bestfriend!choso whose face is flushed in embarassment as he tries to explain why he was latched to your nipple just seconds ago but immediately shuts up when he feels your hand start to caress his bulge.
pervy bestfriend!choso who can't believe he might actually get to fuck you.
Synopsis: you don’t know he’s got a big crush on you, and he finds out you’re quite inexperienced so he offers to help you gain some.
Fanart by @/youKa.i on insta/tiktok
I hope you enjoy!
Moodboard here (ignore this if you want)
Wc: 7k
Cw: Non canon au. Office au. No physical description of y/n other than clothes and hair (just a brief mention). Short plot. teaching you to kiss. Thumb sucking. Talking you through it. Pubic hairs. Virgin!reader. Shy!Toji. Soft dom!Toji. Dacryphilia. Once again you’ve got a deep dish. Spooning. Prone bone. Headlocks. Make outs. Dry humping. Thigh riding. Pussy eating. Fingering. Clit play. Creampie. Unprotected. Big dick!Toji. Size kink. Size difference. Breath play. Cervix fucking. Squirting. Second hand embarrassment (very brief).
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It’s been three dreadful years since you got this job. Same boring routine. Your alarm, panging heavily. Screeching. 05:37. An oddly specific time but nonetheless. Your front flat on the bed. Head buried in the satin pillow. An arm underneath it. Your eyes groggy, crust filled, you raise one arm above your laying body and smack the sounding thing, hard. It stops.
You need exactly twenty three minutes to yourself in the morning before you begin your day. Twenty three minutes of silence. You turn over. Back now against the ruffled sheets.
Staring at the ceiling above you. Your curtains slightly ajar, a distant car engine coming to life. The headlights, illuminating. Small patterns of light reflect onto your ceiling. Various shapes.
Lifting a hand into the air slowly, you’re tracing the patterns you see. Index finger pointed, swirling circles, rectangles. A sharp edge, you trace out. Your arm, stretching further away from you.
05:43
You glance at the alarm clock. Bright red font staring back at you. You restlessly bring your arm back down, it lands in a small plop. You close your eyes briefly, a heavy sigh leaving your lips.
You grab your phone by your bedside. Tapping the screen, 05:45. You scroll through your socials, emails and skim read your schedule on your calendar.
Minutes go by as the time finally reads 06:00. You reluctantly sit up, legs hanging off the edge of the mattress. Hands planted on either side of it, you push yourself up with a small grunt. You enter your bathroom, marble dark green tiled walls and a few small plant pots decorated the room.
A red toothbrush in a white mug next to your small sink. You brush your teeth and shower all under thirty minutes. You find a professional business-casual outfit in your closet. A yellow cashmere sweater, paired with indigo straight legged jeans and red bowl of repettos. You grab your wired headphones and your bag, keys already in hand, and head out. A soft tune playing in your ears.
You check your phone, April 5th. 06:50. The weather’s less cold today. The sun rising, a hue of golden skulked behind chalky clouds. A warm easy breeze brushing your cheeks.
Fourteen minutes.
You needed to get the train at exactly four minutes past seven in the morning.
You make it to the station with four minutes to spear. You love walking, such an easy way to get your blood flowing.
The station’s platform buzzed with restless hums of commuters. Swarmed with people. Fatigued faces, sagged shoulders. A heaviness in the air. Yet you were tuned out, bouncing quietly to the rhythm in your ear. You didn’t let the heaviness get to you. You already know you have a long day ahead of you. Can’t do anything about it.
One silver carriage after another rolls in. Tires screeching every few seconds. It halts. The doors slowly opening, a horde of people rushing out, whilst people barge past others trying to rush in, you included. It’s tightly packed. Stuffy air. Poor air conditioning. Blocked in every direction. Bags brushing against people’s backs. Bumping at every jolt of the train. The train jerks at a curve, sending you swaying. Your body failing to catch up with the sudden movement. Your body bends, face pressing up into someone’s swole chest. The train lurches again, he catches you. Beefy arms locking around your waist.
“I’m soo sorry. The train— I didn’t mean to.” You plead. Your eyes haven’t reached his yet, too embarrassed to look.
“You okay?” A deep rumble.
Baritone. Throaty.
You finally look up at him nervously, eyes widening slightly.
He’s handsome. Very handsome. Nearly a whole foot taller than you. His neck tilted downward, fully focused on you. Black hair, a messy wolf cut, almost blue in the train light, frame his eyes. They’re sharp, you notice. Grey with hints of green as they stared back into yours. Intense. Glasses framed perfectly on his nose. Black briefcase over a shoulder. A white t-shirt underneath a navy blue sweat, folded at the midpoint of his forearm, exposing angry veins following up to his massive hands. He could kill me in one punch, you think.
Dark gray slacks, your eyes trailing further down to his black oxford patent shoes.
His arm is still caged at your waist, holding you upright. Wait. You’ve seen him before. Where? At the park? Wait no. This is your coworker. What’s his name again?
T…to…Zen…
You’re trying to remember, still staring at him, unanswering.
“It’s Toji. We’re colleagues."
Ah Toji. That’s it.
“O—oh yeah. I totally remembered.” A slight forced laugh leaving you.
The train bumps again. You accidentally grab at his bicep. Meaty. Thick bicep. He’s so big you think. You’d never noticed Toji. At all actually. But he’s noticed you.
“Sorry again.” You look down, uncomfortable.
“Hold onto me yeah?” Velvety voice. He’s pulling you tighter against him. Your chest flushed against his rigid one. Fuck, how is he so big?
You give a tiny nod, eyes focused on the ground. He grunts in response. Odd. Paying no mind to it, you pull out your phone, needing any distraction. Reviewing your calendar. A full busy day, your phone reads. With it all ending by 6pm. You sigh mentally. You click a few tasks, scrolling on your phone checking the details.
‘Type up a project, send it off to your boss by the end of the day.’ Emails upon emails flooding yours. Constantly responding to them. Lunch break. The same restaurant. Same sandwich. Lettuce, cheese, chicken breast.
All the while, there’s Toji. Fighting your scent. He’s staring at the top of your head. Thoughts overpowering him. The smell of your perfume, so enticing, so inviting. Screaming in his nose. Vanilla with a hint of strawberry. He gives in and breathes you in slow. Quiet. Face nearly pressing into your head. Eyes closing. A flush of pink rushing to his cheeks. A bulge forming slightly in his trousers. Shiiit.
You’re still holding onto his bicep. It felt like the muscle was bursting out. He dwarfed you. His large body shielding, hiding you from everyone else. You couldn’t see over his shoulder even if you tried.
The train still moving, tired groans of its wheels are heard every few minutes.
-
The train slowed with a long screech. Its wheels grinding against the rails. It stops. The doors opened with a sluggish spread. People barging past each other trying to get out. You’re unfocused, not really there. Toji’s large arms guiding you out. Your chest to his front, your feet backing away. His forward. Both stumbling out. He’s holding you tight, the warmth radiating off of him. He’s so close. His musky, sandalwood perfume digging in your nose. You can’t help but inhale.
You both make it out onto the platform. Still clutched onto each other. Your eyes reach his, he’s already looking.
“Thank you Toji.” Face flushing in a deeper colour, he’s making you so shy.
His heart stutters. A small pink on the surface of his face. He swallows the lump in his throat before answering.
“‘S no problem.”
The two of you exit the station in silence. Both side by side, he’s slowing his steps matching your pace. Hands in his pockets. Grounded, confident strides of his long legs next to yours. A heavy walk. Small tilts of his hips from every step.
-
Eventually you make it to the office doors.
Both heavily greeted by your lively boss.
“Ahh! It’s nice to see you two come in together.” Strangely bubbly. Especially with how early it is in the morning. Just twenty minutes after seven. Messy glasses, hair in flying strands. A bright red cardigan with a white shirt underneath. Grey pants and black dr martens.
She reminds you of your old art teacher from college.
You give her a small smile anyway, nodding.
“Why specifically.. us two?” You ask all confused.
Your boss glances at Toji, wiggling her brows. You narrow your eyes at her, then between the two. You pause at Toji, nervously staring at him. He’s glaring at your boss. A minute of silence follows. Just eyes fighting over.
Toji quickly barges past you both, his face flushed red. You couldn’t see it though. Only noticed the growing red at the back of his neck. He reaches a hand up to cover it as he scurries away.
“Uh?”
“Alrighty!” Your boss’s sing songy voice cutting you off.
“I’ve got a bunch of stuff for you to do today. I know you can get it allll done before the end of today! Aaand I’ll reward you if you do.” Eyes beaming at yours. She’s paused in a teeth open smile. Hands clasped together. Interlocked. You don’t know why that scares you a bit, but it does.
You crack a smile again, one eye twitching.
-
Lunch time. Finally. You’ve got a headache.
You’re headed to your easy access restaurant. Reciting your order in your head.
The weather’s quite nice today. Soft kisses of a warm breeze wafting through the air land on your cheeks. It’s a two minute walk from the office.
You’ve got your sandwich in a small brown bag, you’re holding it up with two hands. It’s your favourite sandwich, so you hold it with much care. Pacing, making your way back to the office staff room.
You reach the office doors, tapping your lanyard at the speed gates. A light jog now, you’re heading down to the staff room, excited to quench your hunger.
Reaching the door to the staff room, you stretch your arm out aiming for the handle before the door opens and you meet a larger, sturdier body. Same blue sweater, same toned forearms. You look up, eyes beaming.
“Toji!” A soft smile tugging at your lips as you stare.
He grunts in response, nodding his head a little. Hands coming up to push at the bridge of his glasses. Adjusting the already neatly placed thing on his face. Needing to ground himself in your presence. You make him so nervous you don’t even know it.
He steps aside letting you in. You give him a playful wink as thanks. A rush of heat gathers at his cheeks. Fuck. You don’t know how much he likes you. You’ve just got this easiness to you. So soft. Sweet.
You enter the room, seeing a close work friend sitting at one of the tables. You settle down into a chair next to her, chatting your day away.
-
The end of your shift is approaching. You’ve never been happier. You’re sitting at your desk typing away at the keyboard.
“My lovely staff!” Your boss enters the office room in that annoyingly warm sing songy voice.
“Since you’ve all been such wonderful people, I’m rewarding you all! Office dinner!” She shrieks, her voice getting pitchier at every word. You feel a throb at your ear drums. Covering your ears with both hands you’re smiling at her anxiously. There’s one thing you still weren’t used to in all your three years of being here. Your boss’s unpredictable nature.
“An officer dinner sounds nice.”
You hear murmurs across the room, some eager, some anxious, you being one of them.
-
The long awaited office dinner. You’re seated beside your close friend around a circular table, giggling at something she’s said. Other staff gathered around. You can’t really register it though you’ve had a few drinks and they’re starting to take effect. You’re swaying side to side, a hearty smile etched on your face. You’re staring at your friend so lovingly. You love friendships. There’s something much deeper about friendships than anything else.
You hear another one of your colleagues talk about their sexual history. The alcohol punching it out of them. With another tipsy giggle, you lean in towards your friend, ushering her closer with a beckon of your hand. A nearly empty glass of wine in the other.
You whisper in her ear. Giggling.
“You know I’ve never kissed anyone before.”
You rise back up, staring with a drunken smile. It’s as if she’s forced into sobriety when she hears you. Face contorting into something that looks like surprise. Before she responds, she notices a certain someone. How they’ve been struggling to keep their eyes off of you. Dull green ones.
Instead, she grabs a spoon and taps in against her empty glass, a chime following. The room has her attention.
“Who wants a round of spin the bottle?” She suggests. A smirk playing on her lips.
“We’re too old for—”
“Yes! Sounds perfect.” Your boss cuts in. Her word being final.
Your boss grabs an empty beer bottle, facing it flat on the table and spins.
It unexpectedly lands on a certain dark haired male. That so happens to have a very sizeable frame.
“Mr Zenin!” She gleams. There’s a panicked look on his face, you chuckle to yourself quietly. Seems like he’s also not used to her antics.
“Aaaand…”
Spinning the bottle again. Your boss is seated near you, hands clasped together. Almost as if she knows who it’s landing on. Like she’s orchestrated something. It spins for a good long twenty seconds before landing perfectly in your direction. What a coincidence.
She yells your name excitedly. And you’re stunned in your seat. Frozen. You look to your friend whispering a quick
“What do I do?”
Before you glance over at Toji’s face and he’s… red. Very red. You look slightly concerned. Brows squinted. Mouthing a
‘You ok?’
He just nods quickly. Eyes leaving yours briefly, dancing around the room.
“Well?” Your boss is still giving that creepy wide smile.
“Well what..” you ask wearily. Clutching at the hem of your shirt.
“Well, head on out to an empty room! Both of ya.” She gestures her hands to the door, clapping, and Toji’s already up on his feet. This is the quickest you’ve ever seen him move. Practically speed walking to the door, exiting first. Small snickers are heard throughout the room.
“He’s so obvious.”
You just glance over everyone, still confused. With one final glance at your boss, you follow along. Leaving the room.
You find Toji against a nearby wall. Hands digging in his pockets. Shifting from one foot to the other.
“Toji?” You call out. His face turned over to you. Heart beating out his chest. Can she hear it? He wonders. He’s waited for such an opportunity like this, trying so hard not to fuck it up.
“..should we find a room?” His voice is so quiet. It’s as if he’s making an effort to look less intimidating than he already does. Why would you be scared though? He’s so nice. If looks could kill though.
“Yeah.” A reassuring smile shaping on your lips.
The both of you find an empty room, far away from your main building. No person nearby. No noise. Just extreme quietness.
You feel the alcohol setting in even more now. A slight dizziness forming. Possibly for him too, he’s had a few shots of whisky.
Your mind drifts back to what you said a few minutes ago.
‘Never kissed anyone before’
Toji seems like an understanding person under all that scruff. He could probably give you advice. He’s attractive. Very evidently. Your eyes rake over him. A slow once-over. Settling on his biceps for a second longer. God they’re so big. He’s so big. He probably has experience, you conclude. Definitely. He could help you. You muster up the courage and blurt it out.
“Toji! You know..” you pause, eyes looking at the ground before meeting his again. “I’ve never kissed anyone before… or done— you know what nevermind.” A huge wave of second hand embarrassment erupting. Hearing it out loud. Again. It sounds worse than it did earlier. You should’ve just kept your mouth shut. What possessed you to say that you think. Mentally slapping yourself a good few times. Eyes scrunching closed in disgust. Crows feet forming at how hard you’re pressing your lids together.
It’s as if the gates of heaven had opened and invited Toji Zenin directly. As vip. He sucks in a breath you don’t notice. Heart stuttering in his firm chest.
You’re looking away, all shy. Turning around full so your back is facing him now. You wish you could erase this memory, wipe it clean off the face of earth.
I should’ve never drank— Oh god, what if he tells everyone— you’re brain spiralling.
You hear heavy thuds, he’s slowly approaching you. Close enough to your back that you feel his warmth. Only slightly, but giving you room to object.
“Would you like me to… teach you?” He asks you, voice deeper than it usually is.
You spin back around shocked that he’s not disgusted by your admission. A small smile forming on your lips in genuine delight, you look up at him and nod twice. The alcohol fully in control of you both now. Hazey eyes, shining at him. He raises a hand up to your face. Slowly. Giving you time to say otherwise. You don’t reject it. He places a thumb at your chin, rubbing softly. Your jaw too. Tilting your gaze at him. Caressing you.
Before dipping his head low, huge body caging yours. He parts his lips slightly. His grey eyes half lidded. Intensely staring into your glazed ones.
His other hand finds your face. Propping up your head in both big hands, making you look so much smaller, he always did, he steps closer. Contracted biceps bulging in his shirt. Fingers travelling up your face, thumbs at the apples of your cheek.
“Open your mouth a bit…” he whispers, lowering a thumb, glazing over your glossy bottom lip.
“Yeah jus’ like that.”
Fuck he sounds so hot right now. Is it the alcohol? It’s definitely the alcohol.
You’re staring up at him. Blinking slow. Eyes all doey.
He pushes his thumb in. Delicately. Pushing at your wet muscle. Circling. His own tongue stutters out a little, in awe. Mimicking almost, as if he can’t fathom that you’re actually letting him put his thumb in your mouth. You hollow your cheeks and suck.
Slurp.
Your eyes close, shutting softly.
“Mnh.” That does it.
He removes his thumb, resting it on your bottom lip. Stares at the glistening thing. His eyes, heavy. He inches his face closer. His warm breath wafting over your face. Your mouth.
A gentle, chaste roll of his lips on yours. Slow. Open mouthed.
Chu.
Eyes closing at the feel. He pulls away just a bit. Low eyes boring into you. He’s still close enough that you’re breathing his air. You’re dazed. Panting unhurried deep breaths. Every exhale fanning his lips. His tongue swipes over his bottom lip slowly. Nearly touching yours. His eyes gloss over your wet mouth.
He leans in again. Eyes closing. Pulling your lips against his. Still unrushed. Angling closer. Noses brushing at every twist of his head. Deepening this kiss. His tongue wetting your lower lip. Asking. Pleading.
“Let me in.” Heavy pants in between kisses.
You open your mouth with a tiny moan, welcoming, enveloping his thick tongue. He’s bigger everywhere. So much bigger than you. You love it. He’s rolling his tongue against yours now, tracing the crevices of your mouth. Swallowing you. Tongues tangled. Moaning into you.
“Mmph!” Sultry groans leaving his mouth. Trapping your lower lip between his teeth. Sucking softly.
“Hn!”
You never knew kissing could be like this. Feel like this. You feel a pool of warmth settle at your lower belly. Butterflies. You push into him further. Tongues flat against each other. Sucking. Teeth clashing.
You’re grinding against each other now. His hands, wandering down your back, gripping your ass.
Your hips give an experimental thrust. An elongated roll. Holding it for an extra second. Mid kiss, you feel something rigid. Taut. Quite long too. You pull away just a little.
A gasp leaves you. You’re not too sure if it's pleasure or shock. Definitely both. You glance down at the hard thing. It looks painful, almost. Huge dent protruding at his lower clothes. A hefty thing he is. Couldn’t possibly be a normal size. You’re zoned out at the sight of him, he nudges a meaty thigh between your legs. Pulling your lower body closer to his. Veiny hands fixed at your hips. Rolling your clothed pussy against the solid muscle, he flexes.
“Unh!”
You’re moaning into his mouth. Hot breaths mixing. Eyes dilated. Fluttering.
“T—Toji!” You tried to pull away, voice trembling.
“Wanna stop?” He whispers with a shaky exhale. Low grey eyes piercing yours.
He hasn’t stopped moving you on his body. Gyrating hips in firm hands. You attempt to respond. But you whimper instead. He takes that as your answer. Entranced at how good it feels on his thigh. Throbbing pulses of your pussy every few beats. You’re aching. Craving more. Is this a normal thing that happens during sex? You don’t know. But you love it.
“I’m gonna pick you up okay?”
You give a few rushed nods, flushed face, parted wet lips brushing his.
Lifting you easily with one of his massive arms, he locks your legs around his toned waist. Flexed arms firm around your body. Caging you. Pulling you in so your clothed pussy’s face first against his bulge.
He’s grinding you down harder. Longer. Your clit catching at the large bump. He’s moving into you. Slow rolls of his.
“Angh!” Eyes shut. Lips caught in your teeth. They’re trembling. Poor attempts of you stifling your sounds. You hide your face into the crook of his neck.
“That good huh?” His voice all rugged. He’s feeling this as much as you. Hot breaths fanning your ear. You can’t reply.
You’re clutching at his tricep. Shoulders, his neck. A deep feeling settling in your lower belly. A build up. It's tight. Severe almost.
“You gotta say it.”
“Toj— hn! I don’t angh! Something’s—”
A few more rolls of your clothed pussy on him and you’re shuddering. Thighs shaking vigorously, eyes spinning. A silent cry leaving you. You’re cumming, hard. Nails gnawing at his shirt.
“F—fuckk!” Heavy heaves of your breath against his flushed neck.
“Breathe… breathe for me..that’s it.”
Beats pass. He helps you down from your high. You look ruined. Face stained in aftershocks of pleasure. You’re so fucking beautiful he’s barely holding on.
“I didn’t think it could be like that.” You breathlessly say. Staring at him.
“There’s still a lot more to learn…” His eyes dance around you before continuing.
“Let me take you home?”
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Stumbling into your apartment, you’re pressed tightly against each other. Lips in a tangle of wet opened mouth kisses, your hands scratching at his back, forcing him impossibly closer to you. His face pinked in pleasure, harsh breaths strangling out airing your face.
Your apartment keys tumbling out your hands in a single swift motion, clattering against the floor. He’s all over you. Broad hands tugging at the hem of your shirt. Hoisting the thing above, now off of you. Your arms coming up with his before locking around his neck. Lace black bra on full display. His hungry gaze drifted to them, lingering. The curve of your breasts. The fullness. The way your nipples poked through the fabric. Awe didn’t begin to cover the way he ogled at your tits. The way he looked at them was deeper, almost reverent.
Obsessive.
You’ve both found the nearest wall, your sweat filled back pressing into it. Lifting ever so often with how your chest chases after him. He brings a hand to one of them, squeezing just right. Enough to cause pressure, but not enough to elicit pain from you. Can’t do that. He wouldn’t dream of it. You’re so precious to him, so perfect. Can’t ruin you just yet. He claws at your top pulling down in one swift tug. Tits spilling out in a perfect motion, as though flowers were breaking through their petals. You bloomed. He’s quick to grab hold of one of them, large hands swallowing it whole. The raw feeling now. You’re so warm. So pliable in his hands. He gives another experimental knead. Playing with you. Testing it.
Your pebbled nipple, glossing over his palm. You can’t fight the sound that leaves you. A soft mewl.
“Hnntoji!”
Back arching into it, needing more. Eyes unfocusing, you head slightly lulled back. A soft thud on the wall.
“Eyes on me.”
His free hand grips the back of your neck, pulling your face flush against his. Lips meeting in a hurried passionate kiss. Tongues entwining. Wet sounds of your lips filled the void.
“Mnnchu— Toji..I want more.”
“Yeah you want more?” He says in an almost whisper. Hot breath ghosting over your lips. You’re nodding pathetically, he can’t help but find it adorable. He snickers a bit.
“Tell me hm? Tell me sweet girl.” Eager eyes searching yours.
“I.. I need your fingers.” The words leave your lips so quietly, like a fragile thread of sound, barely audible. He catches them anyway. So focused on your every move. Watching your wet lips, a sensual glint in his eyes.
“Need to hear you baby.” He teases, a small smirk fighting his lips. You’re throbbing at the nicknames. Sounding so easy off his tongue.
“Your fingers… ‘need them.” Your eyes snap close in shame, a silent surrender. Cheeks deepened in colour, prominent. Lips quivering in small unnoticed waves.
“Yeah? Where d’ya want me?” Another taunt.
“..Inside.” You hesitate. An eye peeking open at him. Waiting. Hoping he doesn’t tease you some more.
“Hnnfuck yeah ya do.” With a groan, he brings his hands further down your body. Hurried tugs of your jeans and you’re left in your underpants only. Matching black with your bra, beautiful lace patterns on the top. His greedy eyes peer down at them. Sucking in a slow breath, his fingers tremble over them. As if he’s too scared to go any further. He’s not scared though. Far from it. He trails his index and middle down your shuddering stomach, passing your belly button, down to the top of your panties. Slowly hooking them into it, he’s dragging it down, past your sweaty thighs until it falls on its own.
A hand by the bottom of your thighs, he’s trailing it up, brushing against it. You’re waiting with a bated breath. Finally reaching your mound. Softly trimmed hairs sweep against his rigid fingers. He bites back a groan. You’re just there, eyes blown, helplessly waiting for him to keep going.
He has to fight his eyes away from your pussy.
“Gonna show me where your room is?” Haggard voice. So clearly affected by you.
“Y—yeah.”
He hauls you up into him, bulging biceps, your legs wrapped around his trimmed waist, arms around his neck, your face buried into it. Heavy thuds on the ground, he’s walking slowly. Almost too slow. Certain, assured that he’s going to have you. No arguments. Just measured steps as you lift your face off of him just a tad, timidly pointing to where your room is. He gives a small pat on your ass as thanks. It ripples under his massive hand.
Toji finds your bed, lowers you onto it so delicately as if you were something so fragile. His knees digging into the sheets. Shoes off. Still fully clothed while you lay bare for him. Large hands cradling your face, stroking softly. The look he’s giving you, so loving. Blushing cheeks, slightly ajar mouth. Hot puffs of air leaving every exhale. You’re giving him an equal stare. Dazed. Scared almost. Needy. His knuckles, brushing your heated cheeks. He felt the warmth. Knows how much you want this, just as bad as he does.
He’s leisurely taking his time with you. Running his hands from your cheeks to your neck. He lingers there. Giving you a soft squeeze, testing your limits. You don’t fight back. Can’t fight back.
The orgasm you had earlier, still fogging your brain. His thumb brushes the front of your neck before he continues down. To the valley between your breasts, your belly, to your lower belly. He points an index below your belly button still touching your soft skin.
“Gonna be in there soon.” He whispers. His voice, so quiet it sounds like awe. You just stare at him, a bit confused. Head tilting a little. Slightly squinted brows. Then your eyes follow down to where his finger touches you. Blinking softly. He chuckles at your unfocused gaze. You don’t understand. Not yet.
He continues drifting his fingers down, meeting your hairs. Your hips stutter only just a bit. He marvels at the movement. So sensitive. He brings his other hand down, pushing your thighs away from each other. Revealing a soaked you. Glistening pussy on display, your clit fairly protruding out, throbbing under his devoted eyes.
“Fuck me..” He murmurs. Breath hitching at the sight of you, all wet, all for him. You try to hide from him. Head turning to the side, digging into your pillow, face tucked into your elbows. You can’t see him now. He doesn’t mind.
Toji lowers his face, lining his mouth to your pussy. Deep heavy breaths escaping his lips, fanning your clit.
“Angh!” You jolt your hips. Pressing your face closer into your elbow. He darts his low eyes at your hidden face. Blows a cold, long breath on your clit.
“Hnn!” You’re mewling, voice muffled in your arms.
“Can you look at me..please.” His voice partly whiney.
You don’t want to. Too shy, too embarrassed to let him see you like this. It was all fun and games before. But it’s becoming too real. He blows at your clit once more. A tremor running through you, your lower body mainly. Small involuntary movements. You move an arm just above your eyes, you can see him a bit. He can see you too. The dilation of your eyes, the fuzzy look of it. The heaving of your chest, just enough that your tits bounce every inhale. It’s all too much for him. He shouldn’t have asked.
Once your eyes are on his, he moves. Closer now. Just a hair away from your weeping pussy. He juts a wet tongue out, pushing past his lips. Slowly, ever so slowly, curling the muscle against your clit. The moment you feel it, you whine. Teeth pulling at your lower lip. Not over his clothes, not over your clothes. His tongue. The raw thing.
He gives another slow curl, this time staring lower. Near your opening. Sliding upwards, meeting your clit before blowing. Cold. Shuddering, you try to close your thighs, locking his head in place. He’s quicker. Grabbing below your thighs, hiking them up on his broad wide shoulders.
“You’re okay. Hm?” He assures you before continuing.
He’s way stronger than you, you couldn’t fight back if you tried. He dives in again, sucking hard all of a sudden.
Slurrrp
Your heads lulled back, the front of your neck on full display. Holding in whines, that barely leave your lips. Arms still above you.
He brings his mouth off of your clit and blows again. Another wave of cold air gliding on your pussy.
“Fuck!” You moan out. Loud. You bring an arm down, your hand finding his hair, tugging him into you. He lets you. Forcing his face into your pussy.
Sucking, slurping. Full French kisses on your pussy. Tongue jutting out before sliding between your slit, not entering you yet, just parting you. It slides from the entrance of your hole up to your clit. He waits there, sucking the aching muscle into his mouth. Hollow pink cheeks. His eyes closed in pleasure. Admiration. His crush, letting him eat her out. He’s dreamed of this.
He teases his tongue, gliding lower, circling back up to your clit then lower again. You’re shaking violently, eyes tight shut, mouth hanging open. The sounds you tried so hard to fight back leaving you so easily now.
His tongue circles your hole. Pushing in slowly.
“Toji!” You mewl out to him. He knows you’re getting close.
He hums into you. You cry out. Back lifting. He removes his wet mouth again, an inch of distance from him and your pussy. He blows. A familiar coldness on your clit. Quivering hips, bucking into the coolness. Chasing that feeling. You’re crying now. Tears rolling down your cheeks, staining the sheets.
An abrupt orgasm ripping through you, a fast build up pooling at your stomach that you couldn’t realise quickly.
You’re shaking so much now, whining so much, thighs jutting beside him. Your chest heaving vigorously, tits swaying. He doesn’t stop.
Tongue plunging back in. Bringing a rough thumb to your clit. Circling it. You attempt to run away. Hips bucking the opposite direction. He uses his free hand and grounds you. Digging you into him, the bed. You can barely move. Just violent trembles as he eats your pussy.
“Insi— hngh!”
He fucks his way inside your pussy. Tongue delving in, whilst keeping harsh circles of his thumb on your clit. Fuck it’s all too much for you. No one’s ever done this before. He’s gonna ruin anyone else for you.
Shlck shlck
Wet noises of your pussy filling the room. He’s groaning into you. Deep baritone noises buried in your cunt. Your arms are everywhere now. Gripping the sheets below, your pillow above.
“Toooo much! Ugh!” Moaning loud. Your face twisting, burying the noises into your pillow.
He’s locked you in place. Moving is so much harder now. Meaty biceps flexing at every thrum of your clit. Your juices, his saliva drooling out the corners of his lips. He’s so into it. Engrossed. Eyes still closed, just feeling you. He’s overwhelming you. Pushing your body past limits you didn’t know you had.
You’re nearly there again. But it’s slightly different this time? It feels warmer. Wetter almost? You can’t really tell but you know it’s different.
“Toji! I think— hck! It’s ouhfuck!” Your voice pitches higher and higher, need tightening it, edged with a hint of fear.
He doesn’t stop. Still tongue fucking your pussy, pushing as deep as it can go. Thumb circling against your clit, harder, faster. It’s all too much. Your back’s arched in a gracious bow, hips lifted, legs falling on and off his shoulders. Tears clogging your vision. You can’t see him. The build up coiling so perfectly you can’t hold it in.
It’s everywhere, your juices spraying out, covering his face. Squirting all over. Pink cheeks stained in wetness. His glasses, fully fogged now wet.
“That’s it baby, let go f’r me.. mhmm soo good f’r me.” Thumb under your clit, pushing it higher, letting more of your juices out. He’s kissing your shakes thighs, wet open-mouthed. Sucking slightly. Trailing the kissing up to your knees, while humming praises at you.
Your wailing, sobbing. Breathing turns uneven, your chest stuttering at every tremble. Tits following along.
He sits up on his knees, bringing a wet hand removing his stained glasses, to the hem of his shirt, lifting it in one quick tug. Then his t-shirt underneath. Unbuttoning. Top to bottom. His low eyes still fixed on your quivering state. You roll your tired head upright, facing him. Watching. Chest falling softer now.
Sculpted, taut contours of his abdomen come into view, hard, rock-like muscles that look engraved. The t-shirt falls past his arms, beefy veiny biceps, strong forearms flexing as he removes it fully. You’re in awe. You knew Toji was strong but nothing like this. Sharp deep lines of his abdomen, the ease of his movements. You can’t take your eyes off.
He lowers his hands to his belt, unraveling the thing easily. He steps off of your bed for a second. Your eyes follow him. He’s dragging his slacks down. Two hard tugs and it pools at his ankles, he steps out of it. Dark hairs littered at his lower hard stomach.
You see the meaty indent of his boxers. Bulging, thick muscle fighting against the fabric, pushing at it. It’s so big. Much bigger than you thought. It throbs under your stare.
He’s put you under a spell. You see his hands come to the top of his boxers, his thumb hooking under, disappearing into his boxers. Your gasp goes unnoticed. Lips parted, eagerly waiting to see the rest of him. His thumb pulls down, fully exposing himself. You finally see it. Angry reddish tip, nearly purple, beady clear drops of precum leaking through, falling from the head nearing the base. Thick, girthy, too long. Distended veins running up the sides, a prominent one running up the top of his shaft. Heavy hanging balls, darker than the rest of him. It’s fucking huge. Full eight inches of raw cock. Your eyes almost pop out. Fully in disbelief of that fitting inside. It can’t possibly fit.
He hauls the boxer until it falls to his feet, steps out of it and onto the bed again. Knees digging back into the sheets. A weighted dent on the bed. Pure muscle. You haven’t stopped staring at it, nearly drooling, he’s eating up your reaction. Chuckling. Body vibrating at the rumble. You’re still in a daze, he’s gripping your hips, both hands, pulling you closer so your thighs rest atop his. Feet hanging off the side. He grabs the weapon in between his legs. Gives a few slow pumps of his fist. Squeezing at the tip, moaning low. You throb at the sound, shifting a little. Fingers tightly grasping the sheets below.
He lowers it, lining it with your clit, rubbing around it, circling it. Realll slow. Pushing into it, past it til the tips catches your hairs. He grunts at the feel. Heavy breath puffing out his nose. Brows knitted. You hiccup a broken moan. Lips parted. Wet.
He rubs it further into your hairs again, biting his lower lip before bringing it to your sopping hole. Both sodden. Hot.
A slow push of his hips, he’s entering. The tip stretching your virgin hole. Plush, mushroomed. He halts. The pressure, too fucking tight. He’ll work you open. Has to. He retracts his hips, turns you over so your back is against his chest. You're both laying on your side. It feels too intimate this way. He’s hugging your body so close to his. Spooning you. Not letting you go. A hand wrapped around your waist. The other, fondling your tits.
“Gonna take you this way.” His voice rumbles in your ear, he gives a steady long stripe of his tongue against it. A throaty groan leaving him. You wiggle on him, whining. Your ass bumping his cock every few turns.
He reaches a hand down to his cock, bringing it to your hole once again. Pushing in heavily. Tip nudging further. A few inches getting in. A quarter way. He brings his free arm up, covering your neck, your teeth gnawing at his swollen bicep, his forearm. Tears springing at the edges of your eyes. Wetting your lashes again.
“Hnngh!” You whinge out. Inaudible words pouring out.
“I know baby, I know.. I know it’s too big.” He encourages you, voice rough, laced in pleasure.
Another few inches forcing their way in.
“Toji! F—fuck!”
“Shh. I’ve got you.” He reassures.
He’s easing in slow. A couple more now. Your pussy sucking him in so well. Soo good. He’s nearly at the base. He abruptly stops. The wet heat of your cunt trapping him in place. Clinging onto him. He might cum if you move. He digs his face into your hair, breathing in deep, eyes fluttering. An unhurried push of his hips and he’s all in. Burly inches of his cock stretching you so deep. Your eyes are rolled back from the feel.
It’s not that it hurts. It did. But it was that uncomfortable stretch. The fullness of his cock edging deeper. An unfamiliar feeling yet, you felt completely whole.
Fully sheathed inside you. You feel it throbbing, every rigid vein, every pulse. Pressing at your cervix. Bruising.
“Fuck, ‘got a deep cunt— nghhfuck.”
“Toji.. please— something! Do something!” You cry into his elbow. Voice muffled. It hurts. An aching sensation. You feel little throbs of his cock hitting places you’ve never reached before. Never felt before. And he’s soo deep. Way too deep.
With a husky groan, he retreats his hips back and steadily rocks into you. Long, deep strokes thumping at your cervix. Balls hammering, his strong hips flush against your ass. Rippling with every thrust. The tip of his stiff cock, gliding through you, bumping your g-spot. You feel it once. Twice. Then you're smacking at his hip, arm reaching behind you. Pleading with him to let you go. It’s too good. You can’t take it.
“Ffuck off. Hnn!” Moaning, fussing into his flexed bicep. Wet eyes. You’re urging your shaky hips away. Scrambling forward, desperate.
“You want me to fuck off?” He sneers back at you. Laughing into the spot behind your ear. Breath fanning it.
“N—no. I don’t knoww.” You weep, sniffling. Tears pouring down his forearm.
“You don’t know?” He’s snickering.
His pace quickens. Deep fast strokes, you feel it in your throat. Your gaze turns unfocused, eyes forced back. Your nose buried in his arm, hot breaths leaving your soppy lips. You’re kissing his arm. Biting. Marking him. Grounding yourself as he plummets your insides. Turning you to a putty mess. You’re gone. So far gone. He’s snaking a hand up, pinching your nipples, rolling the buds in his fingers. You’re wailing loud. Juddering.
A familiar torrid ache forming at your lower belly.
“O—oh my godhnn!” It doesn’t even settle in your belly. Wrenching out of you intensely. So incredibly. You couldn’t hold it in even if you tried. Too sensitive.
“Nghh!” With a groan, you’re coming down. Tits bouncing, your body so very warm. He’s helping you through it. Slower strokes. Still bumping your spot. You whimper.
“Nghstopp!” Crying out, begging. A hand clutching at his, scratching. The other, clasping at the wet sheets. Smudged with the mixture of sweat and cum.
He doesn’t stop. Instead, he hauls his burly body, shifting his weight so he’s fully on top of you. His face, closer to you. Near your left ear. You’re crushed underneath him. Belly flat on the bed. He’s locking an arm around your neck once again, bringing the hand on that arm to your face, covering it. You can’t move, at all. He’s clamped your lower body in place. His other arm, steady beside you. Contorted. Tensed. His veins are more prominent like this.
Wet lashes brushing your cheeks, your mouth now muffled in his larger hand.
“Mhhhhn!” You try to kick your legs, but it can only fold at the knee. Your claves touching the back of your thighs. You can’t move your thighs. Can’t part them. His hefty body won’t allow you.
He does a lengthy grind into you. His happy trail flushed at your ass. He hasn’t pulled out the entire time, not giving you an ounce of space.
He keeps at it. Deep grinds, his tip knocking at your cervix. Pressed so heavy against it. Stretching you impossibly further.
Haggard breaths, uneven moans brush at your ear. He’s getting closer now. Hips stuttering in broken circles.
You’re completely out of it. Dumbed. Fully. Can’t think of anything but the feel of his cock so far deep in your pussy. The veins. The bumps. And god you’re so sensitive. Another quickening build up of warmth steadily rising in your stomach.
“Fuckfuckfuck—”
Another few irregular rolls of his hips and he’s cumming. White thick hot beads of cum discharging into you. He won’t stop moving. Pushing it as deep as it can go, making sure you don’t spill a drop.
You’re numb. Body limp under him. Arms flat at your sides. Eyes fully rolled back, coarse hot air puffing past your lips.
He’s grunting atop of you. Moaning low, still feeling the white hot pleasure of his cum, your pussy. Especially your pussy.
He brings an arm up, rough hands palming, rubbing your back in slow gentle movements.
“From now on, just let me teach you everything, yeah?”
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A/n: lawdfddd I need him so bad bruh. Also this isn’t proofread.
@toj1sleftnut <33
Don’t transcribe or translate into anything else. Thank ya <3
warning(s) - profanity, groping, ass smacking, slight fingering, exhibitionism, nipple/breast play, kissing, pet names (baby, pretty girl, good girl), praise kink. 18+ only, minors & men dni.
Your sweet, beautiful girlfriend, Yuki, who spends the entire day teasing you. She started the morning off today by doing her routine like always, but instead of getting ready in the bathroom like she normally does, she decided it was best to give you a little show. Standing in front of the edge of the bed, Yuki drops her towel, her pink nipples hard and deserving of kisses. Your eyes trail down to her bush, wishing you could kiss her clit till it goes swollen.
Yuki bites her bottom lip while staring at you, then she leans down to pick up her binki top. You sit there, on your side of the bed, as your mouth salivates at the sight while Yuki ties her top. Her boobs are pushed up now, while some of her hair lies on her cleavage.
She looks at you again and smiles, a soft shade of pink dusting her cheeks as she giggles. “You gonna sit there all day or get ready, pretty girl?”
You clear your throat and cough a little before speaking up. “Yeah,” you sigh, “It’s just us going right?” Yuki nods and turns around, bending in front of you as she picks up her binki bottom and shorts. “Yeah, just us.” She replies and looks back at you, seeing the drool accidentally spill out. Just the way she loves it.
It’s so mean, and she knows it. You tried to think nothing of it when you started getting ready.
Yuki, on the other hand, giggles to herself, knowing you’re going to struggle the entire day. First it was her hand on your hips as you brushed your teeth, and each time you leaned down to spit, Yuki would smack your ass and grip it. Then her left hand would drag down your spine as her lips would follow.
When driving to the beach, she would rest her hand on your thigh, leaving it there for a while to trick you into thinking it was nothing.
Yuki slowly dragged her hand up to your stomach and up to your right breast; her fingers would grip your boob and begin massaging it.
You whimpered and looked to the window, hating the way Yuki had that stupid smirk plastered on her face. “There’s my good girl.” She rasps. You let her touch you, feeling the way her fingers move back down on your shirt and to your shorts. Unbuttoning it easily, she leaves her hand resting on your crotch, not even bothering to push your bikini bottom against your shorts to actually feel your clit.
Making it to the beach, you could’ve sworn Yuki would be done with whatever she was doing. She teased you enough in the car to the point she pulled moans from you, all because she rubbed your nipples and called you her baby.
As the two of you set up at the area you found, you watch the way Yuki flexes her biceps for you, grabbing the attention of other women. She doesn’t pay them any attention because yours is the only important one, and it keeps going. “Come on baby, let me give you a massage, you’ve been doing so much recently.” She begs; you can see the twinkle in her eyes, but you listen, because she is right, you’ve been doing a lot nowadays.
Yuki sits on the towel, legs stretched out and open for you to sit in between. “You’re not sneaky.” You comment, Yuki smiles, and bites her bottom lip as she watches you take your top off and shorts off, putting them on the side before sitting down and pressing your back against her chest.
“I’m not even doing anything?” She mutters, and you hum. Yuki then picks up the bottle of sunscreen and pours some in her hand. You shut your eyes and lick your lips as the sounds of waves crashing and people interacting make you calm.
Yuki starts with rubbing your right arm, the warmth of the sunscreen and her hands mix. You sigh, then hum, “Oh baby, that feels so good.” You whisper, she smirks and bites her bottom lip as her pussy pulsates to your words. “Such a good girl, letting me make you feel better.” Yuki praises, you squirm as she leans down and feels her lips pucker against your cheek. Her thumb pushes into your skin as she pecks your skin, lips all down to your neck before switching to the left side like her hands.
“Feels good?” Yuki mumbles between kisses, you nod and whine, “Yeah, fuck, your hands feel good, baby.” She giggles and looks forward while whispering, “Careful, we’re in public.”
Yuki’s hands then travel up both sides of your shoulders and slide to your breasts, under your bikini top. Your eyes widen as you look around to make sure no one is watching. “Yuki!” You whisper-yell, earning another laugh from her. “Relax, I got you.” Then she swipes her thumb over your nipples, your back arches a little, and Yuki leans closer to you, making sure your skin sticks to hers.
“Yuki, what— hmm.” Cutting you off by leaning down and lapping her tongue against your shoulder blade before sucking on it slowly, you push your body into hers and sigh. “I hate you.” You mumble. Yuki chuckles and pulls her lips away. “Likewise.”
She doesn’t give you a chance to breathe, moving her hands down to your stomach and down to the middle of your crotch. You try to shut your legs, but Yuki’s left and right legs hook over your thighs, forcing you to keep them open as she rubs your folds over the cloth. You moan softly and rock your hips up to feel her better. “There she is.” Yuki coos, her lips brushing against your left ear as her index and middle finger tease over your folds and push your bikini in your pulsing hole a little.
“What do you need, pretty girl? Tell me what you need.” She lets out a moan with you, her eyes looking everywhere to keep you safe.
You press the back of your head against her shoulder and sigh. Opening your eyes, you stare up at the clouds. “Think we should go back to the car.” Yuki laughs at your request and nods. “And when we get back, what do you want? I can’t read your mind, baby.” She reminds you, and you tilt your head to look at her a little. “For you to stop teasing me and fuck me in the backseat.” You whisper and catch her earlobe between your teeth before letting go.
Yuki looks at you once you push her off and stand up. You lean forward in front of her, your ass in her face as you pick up your clothes. You stand straight and look down at her as you brush the sand off your clothes.
“Come on, we don’t have all day.” You state and pick your things up.
Yuki stares at you, stunned for a moment, and immediately stands up and helps you pack the stuff up. Trailing behind you like a lost puppy after having you be a puddle in her hands.
i really had this in my drafts collecting dust, what i am i doing. art made by cheeseboy382 on tumblr. also, yuki listens to young miko, that’s my other headcanon. alternative title: loser gets wet from feeling wanted by girlfriend.
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ᝰ.ᐟ childhood bestfriend!suguru gets caught jerking off to you during a sleepover ⸝⸝ 18+ mdni
childhood bestfriend!suguru who used to practically live at your house, having sleepovers every weekend where you'd sleep on the top trundle bed and he’d pull out the bottom one underneath.
childhood bestfriend!suguru who started making up every excuse in the book to decline your invitations once you both hit your early twenties, all because he developed a massive, agonizing secret crush on you and knew his self-control was slipping.
childhood bestfriend!suguru is completely powerless against you when you use your charm and extra-persuasive "please, please, please" voice, forcing him to finally break his streak and agree to one more sleepover.
childhood bestfriend!suguru who feels an overwhelming wave of nostalgia mixed with nervous tension the second he sits back down on that pulled-out bottom bed, trying to act natural while his heart is hammering in his chest.
childhood bestfriend!suguru who has the absolute time of his life chatting, playing games, and joking around with you until late into the night, suddenly realizing how much he missed being this close to you.
childhood bestfriend!suguru is left sitting in complete silence when you suddenly fall asleep mid-sentence, leaving him down on the bottom bed just staring up at your sleeping face with an unbearable amount of affection.
childhood bestfriend!suguru feels his throat go completely dry when you stir lazily in your sleep, twisting the top blanket away to reveal the dip of your collarbones, the deep slope of your cleavage, and your shorts riding high up your smooth thighs.
childhood bestfriend!suguru undergoes an agonizing internal battle as his heart hammers against his ribs, his blood rushing south as his pants grow impossibly tight, every instinct screaming at him to turn away while his eyes remain completely glued to you.
childhood bestfriend!suguru who eventually breaks down under the unbearable friction and tension, quietly slipping a hand beneath his waistband to slowly stroke his throbbing cock, trying to keep his desperate breaths silent so he doesn't wake you.
childhood bestfriend!suguru gets caught in the absolute worst, most vulnerable position imaginable when you stir awake, your eyes fluttering open and landing directly on his frantic, rhythmic movements underneath the covers.
childhood bestfriend!suguru is utterly mortified, pulling the blanket up to his chest while his hand stays frozen over his aching length, stammering out a breathless, panicked "s-sorry, i didn't think you'd wake up..." as he braces for your utter disgust.
childhood bestfriend!suguru who panics even further when you lock eyes with him and plainly state, "you were watching me," only for his brain to short-circuit entirely when a slow, mischievous, teasing glint appears in your eyes instead of anger.
childhood bestfriend!suguru watches in absolute disbelief as you shift on the top mattress, intentionally pulling your blanket back to give him a full, unobstructed view of your chest and bare legs, whispering softly, "how naughty of you, suguru... you wanna look at me while doing it?"
childhood bestfriend!suguru is so utterly consumed by lust and desperation that he ignores every single red flag firing in his brain, choking out a humiliated, needy "c-can i?" the second you promise that this stays between the two of you.
childhood bestfriend!suguru who reaches up to the top mattress, his trembling hand gently stroking up your thigh and caressing your warm skin while his other hand pumps his hard dick at a faster, messier pace, completely undone by the sight of you looking down at him with an adoring, playful smirking face.
childhood bestfriend!suguru who loses what little sanity he has left when your eyes wander down to his tented covers and you softly offer, "do you need help?", causing him to hitch a choked breath and whimpering out a desperate, completely spent "y-yes, please."
childhood bestfriend!suguru who holds his breath as you climb down from the top trundle bed under the warm room lights, his heart hammering against his ribs so hard it rings in his ears. he can only watch, completely frozen, as you pull back his blanket and straddle his thighs, towering right over him.
from where he’s lying, exposed and completely raw under the soft overhead glow, the shift in your posture catches him off guard. he watches your eyes widen—a sudden, bright sparkle of genuine curiosity and dark amusement lighting up your face as your gaze drops down between his legs.
a fresh wave of heat floods his entire body, making his face burn a furious red. he knows exactly what you’re looking at. he can feel the heavy, humiliating weight of his own arousal—thick, throbbing violently with every pulse of his blood, and swollen so large that the veiny length twitches beneath your gaze. a hot, slick bead of pre-cum is already glistening at the tip, leaking down his shaft and making him feel agonizingly bare.
his thighs tremble beneath your weight as he tries—and utterly fails—to shrink away from the exposure. the raw humiliation of being caught like this by you crashes over him, but as he looks up at you from the bed, watching the playful smirk curve your lips, all he can feel is a terrifying, desperate rush of need.
childhood bestfriend!suguru is completely overwhelmed the second your soft, warm hands wrap around his slick, throbbing length, his hips involuntarily jerking upward at the unbelievable sensation of your touch after years of hidden longing.
childhood bestfriend!suguru who can barely process reality as your fingers slide up and down him with a deliberate, agonizingly sweet pace. the sheer sensory overload leaves him whimpering softly into the quiet room, his knuckles turning white as he grips the bedsheets tight, muttering hushed curses through a tight throat "nghh... oh god, you're—fuck..."
every movement of your hand feels like a deliberate torture designed just for him. he watches through half-lidded, dark eyes as you lean in close, using your thumb to slowly circle his swollen slit, smearing the slick bead of pre-cum all over his sensitive head until he hitches a sharp, ragged breath. you don't stop there; your fingers trace the heavy, pulsing vein running down his underside, following every hot ridge of his length.
when the friction starts to build under the warm room lights, you coolly lean lower and gather a pool of spit on your lips, letting a long, glistening string drop right onto his head. suguru's hips involuntarily jerk up off the mattress at the sudden, cool moisture, a desperate groan tearing from his chest as you rub it in, coating every inch of his thick shaft until your grip is slick, wet, and sliding smoothly over his most sensitive spots.
childhood bestfriend!suguru is so utterly ashamed by how good it feels that he tries to throw an arm over his flushed face to muffle his needy groans, only for you to gently pull his arm away and pin it loosely against the mattress so he's forced to look right up at you.
"don't hide from me, suguru," you whisper teasingly, your thumb lightly tracing the racing pulse in his wrist while your other hand keeps a steady, maddening rhythm on him. "does it feel good?"
"f-fuck..." he chokes out, his dark eyes wide, glossy, and entirely blown out as his head rolls back into the pillow. "you—you have no idea—ah..."
"i want to hear you," you command softly, tilting your head with a playful smirk as your grip tightens just a fraction. "look at me. i want to see every single expression you make, and i want to hear every sound. don't quiet down for me now."
childhood bestfriend!suguru who reaches a point of sheer, desperate need under the warm overhead light, stuttering out a breathless, embarrassed "c-can you use your mouth?"
childhood bestfriend!suguru who completely short-circuits the moment you give a smooth "sure" and immediately dive down, the sharp angle bringing your chest spilling out right in front of his face again and sending his brain into an absolute tailspin.
childhood bestfriend!suguru is thrown into a messy spiral as you take him in, his hips helplessly bucking up into your heat, his legs trembling violently as tears well up in the corners of his eyes while he babbles incoherent praise and pleas.
the heat of your mouth enveloping the sensitive tip sends an electric shock straight down his spine. his eyes go wide, staring down in disbelief as you push past your limits, taking him deep down your throat. the filthy, wet sounds filling the quiet room shatter whatever restraint he had left, echoing loudly under the warm lights. he feels your tongue swirling intensely around his slit before flattening out to lick up along his heavy veins, making his entire body shudder.
because you can't fit all of his thick dick, your warm, spit-slicked hand stays wrapped tight around the base, pumping in perfect, rhythmic sync with your mouth. a long, glistening string of spit rolls down your chin and drips onto his lower stomach, adding to the messy, humiliating sight. every wet slide, every pull of suction, and the heat of your cheeks stretching around him pulls a wrecked, tearful whine from his throat as he helplessly rolls his head back into the pillow, completely undone by you.
childhood bestfriend!suguru who gasps out a desperate warning "wait—fuck, i'm—i'm gonna cum—" his voice cracking, entirely wrecked and pleading, only for the low, rumbling hum of your vocal cords against his sensitive length to send a violent shockwave straight to his core, instantly snapping his final thread of self-control and pushing him completely over the edge.
childhood bestfriend!suguru who cums hard straight into your mouth, his mind going entirely blank with pleasure as he lies there teary-eyed, watching fat globs of his release overflow past your lips and messily drip over his skin and your hands.
childhood bestfriend!suguru is pushed to the absolute brink of blacking out as you slowly keep working your hand over him, lazily licking up his mess from your lips and his skin.
he lies completely helpless—his chest heaving, dark hair fan-spread across the pillow, and eyes glassy with unshed tears. he can barely breathe, let alone think, but his gaze remains entirely locked onto yours. you drag your tongue over your lower lip, gathering the slick white traces, before dragging a tongue up his shaft to clean him off—never once breaking eye contact.
a slow, wicked smirk curves your lips as you look up at his flushed, wrecked face, tilting your head slightly.
"look at all of this, suguru," you tease softly, your voice dripping with playful amusement as you trace a messy thumb over his skin. "you were holding out on me... didn't know my sweet best friend could make such a huge mess just from looking at me."
the sound of your voice—so casual, yet so utterly possessive—brands that exact image into his mind for the rest of his life, leaving his brain completely short-circuited as he stares back at you, entirely ruined.
handsy toji who pulls and gropes at you whenever he can. hands trailing up and down your sides, starting off innocent but never really staying that way. always managing to work himself up whenever he gets his hands on your soft skin. quick to slip his hands under your shirt to play with your tits. smiling to himself when you moan quietly, his fingers tugging gently on your nipples.
pressing his hard cock into your ass from behind, pinning you between the kitchen counter and his body. groans rumbling in his chest as he not so subtly ruts into you, his dick aching at the sound of your pretty whines.
desperate to feel your cunt pulse around him but unwilling to take his hands off you, instead trailing one down to your pants and shoving in under your panties. cursing as he feels how wet you’ve gotten for him, fingers rubbing through your slick.
clearly impatient and horny when he immediately stuffs you full with a single finger, his head dizzy at how snug your pussy is. his smile only growing when he thinks about how he gets to open you up on his fingers just so you can take his fat cock.
obscene and slick sounds of your cunt filling the room as he pulls his finger in and out of you. his other hand still pawing at your tit, teasing you cruelly. a huffed laugh leaving him at how your legs shake, a second finger stuffed into you making it harder for your poor, dazed brain to keep you upright.
his dick twitches in his pants, hips jerking into your ass in a more obvious way. and yet, still unwilling to take his hands off you, maybe after you cum all over his fingers…
read a/n - short drabble, dual stim, soft degrading, orgasm, part of my true form!sukuna x his favourite chubby concubine series. more here
sukuna knows exactly how to please a woman. after all, he’s over one thousand years old with two of everything.
four arms, four eyes, two mouths and two thick cocks that you can barely wrap your hands around. the man was practically built to pleasure.
that being said, he excelled in dual stimulation. tonight being a perfect example.
he has two thick fingers buried inside of your cunt as you straddle his lap, two of his other hands occupied by gripping your hips — keeping you still.
"look at this tight little cunt sucking my fingers in, such a greedy brat, aren’t you" sukuna rasps, curling his fingers further upwards, drawing a long and needy moan from you.
you try to buck your hips against his hand, ultimately failing due to his strong hold on your hips. "nmmm, kuna’… more — need it," you whine, pussy fluttering helplessly around his digits.
sukuna hums lowly, slowing his fingers enough for you to whine pathetically. "where are your manners, brat."
"please, oh — please,” you mewl, watching him smirk wickedly in response.
sukuna manifests a mouth on his hand, tongue darting out to begin flicking against your neglected clit. "pathetic little thing," he purrs, the pain of your fingernails digging into his shoulders only spurring him on.
the dual stimulation had you curling your toes against the sheets, slick coating sukuna’s wrist and fingers.
gauging your reactions, sukuna increases his efforts, warm tongue moving faster against your little nub. "you’re close," he says, watching the way your chest rises and falls rapidly.
you nod feverishly, thick thighs beginning to twitch and shake the closer you got to orgasm. "yes, ahhnnn — m’so close."
the lips on sukuna’s hand close around your clit, sucking it in repeatedly — fingers continuing to reach the deepest parts of you.
he loosens his grips on your hips, letting you chase it. "get on with it, cum."
moaning shamelessly, you tip over the edge, pussy contracting around sukuna’s fingers as you orgasm. as usual, you’re lost for words; any coherent thoughts suddenly gone.
"poor thing, going dumb on my fingers," he teases with mock sympathy. he eases you through the aftershocks, eventually slowing his movements.
you pant heavily as sukuna withdraws his fingers, tongue sinking back into the open mouth on his hand.
he brings his fingers to your mouth, sticky from your release, trailing them across your bottom lip. "open your mouth, woman."
you oblige, eyes half-lidded and lazy as you take sukuna’s fingers into your mouth, tasting yourself on them.
you’d stay like this on his lap all night if he’d let you.
a/n; let’s all collectively pretend sukuna can manifest a mouth on his hand in true form for the sake of this fic ok..
‧₊ ˚⊹ gojo lets his shy gf ride him on the couch 18+
note written for this request ! sorry it took so long to get out anon, hope u enjoy <33
cw pinv riding, creampie
you never usually get like this. but for some reason you've just been desperately horny all day. all you can think about is satoru’s dick filling you up, splitting you open and hitting all those right spots. and you know he’d be more than happy to help you out—the both of you have just been chilling at home since the morning—but the only thing is that you're far too nervous to ask him straight up. your boyfriend always has the bravery to initiate intimacy with you, but for some reason you never have enough confidence to be the one to ask first.
so, today, as you're practically aching to be touched, you decide to pluck up the courage and just ask him. entering the living room, you see him slouched on the sofa scrolling mindlessly through his phone, blindfold flush against his eyes. all he's wearing are his plaid pyjama bottoms sitting low on his hips, the waistband of his boxers peeking out over the hem. the sight of his torso in all its muscled glory as he sits there, so relaxed, makes your thighs squeeze together unconsciously.
sitting down next to him, you rest your head on his shoulder. satoru smiles, putting his phone down and snaking his arm around you.
“how’s your day been, baby?” he adjusts himself so he’s facing more towards you.
you mumble something in response, though you're not even quite sure what you said yourself—something about being a little frustrated, maybe. he kisses you softly on your temple and asks you if you need anything from him. you do, you so desperately do. you want him buried deep inside you, and you want to tell him that. but something inside you makes the words halt in their track. you swallow them down, chickening out.
“no,” you shake your head lightly. “just wanted to sit with you. carry on with what you were doing.”
he chuckles, reaching for his phone again to resume his scroll. on the other hand, you try your utmost best to will away the throbbing ache between your legs. but nothing is helping; your mind is hazy with the thought of bouncing on satoru’s thick cock.
you curl up more into his side, one hand trailing up to stroke his fuzzy undercut whilst the other roams across the bare skin of his firm shoulder.
gojo cocks his head to the side. “you sure you don't want anything from me?”
“yeah,” you gulp down your lust. “i’m sure, just getting comfy.”
“oookay…” he drawls out, not totally convinced of your words.
you need some way to signal to him what you want without directly saying it out loud. so, you take it upon yourself to shift even closer to him, wrapping your arms around his neck and nuzzling your face into him. you inhale his scent—clean, minty, satoru. the smell of him only makes you wetter, your panties getting more soaked by the second.
“satoruuu…” you mumble into his skin.
“whats up, baby?” he puts his phone down once again.
your primal hunger for him clouds your vision and you finally push aside your nerves, deciding to be bold. you swing one leg over him and straddle his lap, hands tangling in his snowy locks. beneath you, you can feel him already getting hard, so you grind down a little.
he doesn't flinch. “hm? thought you said you didn't need anything?” there’s a teasing lilt to his voice and you're sure he's being purposefully oblivious. there’s no way he hasn’t realised what you're asking for, right now. not with the way you're practically all over him.
you whine a little, though you don't mean to, getting more frustrated by the second. satoru just laughs, placing his large hands on your waist. you pout at him, your hands braced against his warm chest. if he wanted you to be more direct, so be it. hooking one finger into the hem of his blindfold, you tug it up gently, the dark fabric pushing his hair up on his forehead.
now, with no blindfold between you, your eyes meet his. they're blown wide; where there was once a ring of crystalline blue, there is now pitch black desire.
“what do you want, baby?” he whispers, kissing your cheek lightly. “use your words.”
your skin feels hot with embarrassment, but you don't know why. this is satoru, your satoru. your wonderful partner who waits on your every beck and call, and would drop a mission halfway through if you asked him to come home.
“want you…” your voice is meeker than you would have hoped, trailing off at the end.
he smirks. “can't hear you, sweets. speak up.”
“i want you, satoru.” you grind down on him again. “want you to fuck me. been thinking about it all day.” another grind. this time, he hisses through his teeth at the sensation.
at your words, he loses all previous semblance of restraint, pulling you towards him and crashing his lips against yours. the kiss is hot, all tongue and teeth and raw passion. it’s messy and when he pulls away, his lips are shiny and plump. in one motion, he’s already shoved both his pyjamas and his boxers halfway down his legs. as his dick springs out, it’s already flushed red and leaking. it looks like it hurts.
gojo pulls your flimsy sleep shorts to the side, along with your damp panties, and runs two fingers through your sticky folds.
“fuck— so wet already,” he breathes out. “should have just come to me earlier, baby.”
you whimper at the contact that you've been craving so badly all day. then, without delay, he lines himself up with your needy entrance and pushes in. you moan out in pleasure. the stretch is wonderful—you feel so full. in the daze of bliss, you begin to rock your hips back and forth. satoru holds you tightly, guiding you with his hands, head lolling back onto the cushions behind him.
“haah— yeah, that’s it— show me how much you needed me,” he exhales under his breath. “fuck yourself on my cock, baby.”
you're panting, now, inner thighs burning. the room is dank with sweat and slick, the sound of wet skin hitting skin echoing in your ears. satoru’s hips are bucking up into you and he’s groaning, your name a mantra on his lips.
“satoru—ngh—feels so good.”
“yeah?” he teases. “you’re so pretty, my needy girl.”
at his praise, you feel yourself begin to unravel at the seams. you're both sweaty, but it feels so good that you couldn't care less about the mess you're making on him, pussy squelching and creaming around his length.
soon, he’s grunting and you're whining out, your orgasm building up inside of you with such ferocity that you're buckling at the waist, forehead falling against satoru’s.
“toru—” you choke on a moan. “gonna—hah—cum—”
he doesn't say anything, just groans in response, and you know he’s close, too. after a couple more bounces up and down, you're coming undone on him, velvety walls clamping down around his dick, which twitches inside of you as he spills into you.
as you come back to reality, satoru’s arms hold you tight. you rest your head against his flushed skin, looking up at him through your lashes. he’s already smiling down at you.
“next time,” he grins from ear to ear, pecking you on the forehead. “all you have to do is ask, sweets.”
