i crave messy-desperate sex with Satoru after he gets home from a mission overseas and he doesnât waste a second when walking through the door to get his hands on you. Once he finally does get his hands on you heâs just babbling about how much he missed you as he lowers himself to his knees finally being able to taste his favorite dessert in the entire world, your pussy.
i need to write something about this (* ´ ďšď˝*) ..
note this is a mildly reworked version of an old nct wish post of mine so if anyone somehow recognises it, that's where it's from lololol :p now that my exams are over i can get back to writing and posting more frequently ! hopefully once a week or so, maybe a little more if it's a longer work <33
satoruâs room is dim except for the soft blue glow of his phone screen, the light flickering over the two of you where youâre half-tangled on his bed. heâs lying on his back, head propped against his pillows, scrolling lazily through social media with one hand. his other arm is tucked behind your shoulders, letting you rest half on his chest, half against his side.
youâre supposed to be watching the videos with himâhe even pauses now and then to glance down at you, waiting for your reaction, blindfold pushed up on his foreheadâbut your focus is absolutely, completely elsewhere.
his shirt has ridden up just a little, exposing a sliver of warm skin above the waistband of his sweats. and once your hands slid under the hem a few minutes ago, your fingers began to creep up his abdomen.
you trace lazy paths across his stomach, barely-there strokes from left to right, then up again. his skin is warm, smooth, tightening every so often when you accidentally brush a little lower than he expects. your fingertips graze the line where soft skin shifts into the faintest hint of hard muscle, his abs tensing under your touch.
satoru tries to pretend he doesnât notice.
he scrolls and another video plays. someone cooking, maybe? or a dance trend? youâre not paying attention and your mind feels a little foggy, like all your thoughts are trapped somewhere under your fingertips, tracing the slow rise and fall of his breathing.
âyouâre not even watching,â he murmurs, voice low and unbothered but carrying that teasing warmth only he can pull off.
âi am,â you lie automatically, your hand drifting higher, feeling the smooth dip at the centre of his stomach before sliding back down again. his muscles tense instinctively beneath your touch, a quiet, controlled shiver running through him.
satoru shifts just enough so he can look down at you properly. from this angle, the light catches in his eyes, making them look softer.
âbaby,â he says quietly, a small smile tugging at the corner of his mouth, âyouâve watched exactly zero of the last ten videos.â
you blink up at him, guilty and not at all sorry. âyour fault,â you mumble, fingers drawing another light pattern just above his hipbone.
he exhales and his abs flex under your touch again, subtle but unmistakable, and this time he looks away from the phone completely, letting it drop to his chest. âiâm starting to think,â he says, voice dipping just slightly, âyouâre a little distracted.â
you swallow, suddenly aware of how close you are, how warm he is, how steady his heartbeat feels just beneath your palm. heâs right, kind of. youâre definitely distracted. but not a little, youâre a lot distracted.
all you can think about is what it would feel like to grind down on his defined muscles, his hands gripping your hips, watching you get yourself off with his body. the idea makes you feel hot, arousal pooling underneath your pyjama shorts.
satoru watches you for a long second, his smile turning slow and unbearably knowing. you can feel him catching onâthe way his eyes linger where your hand is still resting beneath his shirt, the way one brow lifts just slightly like heâs enjoying this a little too much.
âso,â he says lightly. âyouâre just⌠randomly petting my stomach because of who i am as a person?â
you narrow your eyes at him, torn between mild annoyance and enjoyment at his teasing. he grins wider, as if heâd won a prize.
âitâs not my fault,â you mutter, fingers dragging across the firm line of muscle again before you can stop yourself. âyouâre the one withââ you gesture vaguely at his torso, cheeks warming, ââall of that going on.â
âoh?â he echoes, delighted. âyou mean my hot body?â
you groan and drop your forehead to his shoulder. âdonât make me say it.â
âi donât have to,â gojo says, amused. âyou already did with the way youâre basically eye-fucking me right now.â
you shove at him weakly and he laughs. that soft, warm laugh that simultaneously brings you comfort and sends a jolt of arousal straight to your already throbbing core.
then he asks, quieter than before. âokay. then what do you want?â
your heart pounds hard. you lift your head, meeting his eyes, but the words donât come. so instead, you reach for his hand.
he freezes when your fingers curl around his, breath catching just barely. you guide his hand down, slowly, deliberately, your pulse a low thrum in your ears. you let him feel the heat of your body where thereâs already a wet patch leaking through the thin fabric of your underwear.
satoruâs breath is warm against your cheek as he holds still beneath your hand, the tension in his jaw coiling tighter and tighter. his fingers press lightly against the cotton where youâve placed them, and when he speaks, his voice is low enough that it almost vibrates against your skin.
âwhat were you thinking about?â he whispers. âthat got you like this?â
the question sends a bolt of heat straight into your stomach. you can tell heâs not even teasing anymore; he genuinely wants to know. you can tell by the way his gaze drags over your face, slow and searching, like heâs trying to read every thought you havenât said out loud.
âi was thinking aboutâŚâ your voice trails off, your pulse loud enough that youâre sure he can feel it through your fingertips.
gojoâs thumb strokes once against you, your hips instinctively chasing his touch. âtell me,â he murmurs. âi want to hear you say it.â
your cheeks burn, but you lean in until your lips brush the shell of his ear. every part of him goes still.
âi kept thinking aboutâŚâ you pause, breath trembling. you had never discussed something like this with your boyfriend. sure, the pair of you had sex with each other, but never something like this. a million questions race in your head. what would satoru think? would he say no, not wanting something where he wasnât getting anything out of it?
but you swallow your anxieties, lust clouding every thought that runs through your mind. âi keep thinking about riding your abs.â
his breath catches hard enough that you feel it. your hand slips higher, to his stomach, tracing the firm lines there. he stiffens under your touch, a shaky exhale leaving his chest.
âyou donât have to say anything,â you murmur. âit might be a little⌠weird, i know.â
satoru lifts his head, eyes dark, voice unsteady in a way youâve never heard from him.
âweird?â he whispers. âyou can use me however you want.â
his words make you even more eager to feel him against you. his hand trails up your thigh and his forehead rests against yours, breathing uneven, restraint pulled thin.
âcome here,â he says softly, and you shift your body so that you sit up, facing him. blood roars in your ears, pulse thrumming in your throat.
you watch as gojo lifts his torso up, grabbing his shirt from the neck and pulling it over his head, revealing his chest. youâre sure your pupils are blown just as wide as his as you drag your gaze over his skin. youâve seen him shirtless many times before but, today, knowing that he was willing to let you ride his abs, a shudder scampers down your spine.
you swallow hard.
âwhat are you waiting for?â satoru muses, and you waste no time in ripping your shorts away.
as you go to position yourself on top of him, he shakes his head, laughing.
âwhatâs so funny?â you enquire, hoping that he hasnât suddenly changed his mind about the whole ordeal.
âtake these off, too,â he snaps the elastic of your underwear against your skin. âhow will you be able to feel me properly with them in the way?â
nodding a little too eagerly, you peel the sticky fabric off your body and swing one leg over your boyfriend. you hover over him, your clit already throbbing with need.
satoru doesnât say a word. he slides his warm hands over your hips and guides you down so that your skin meets his.
the feeling of your warm, wet pussy against his bare torso almost makes you cum right there on the spot. but you take your sweet time. slowly, you begin to rock back and forth over his abdomen, your hands finding the sides of his body to stabilise yourself. a whine escapes your lips at the friction between you.
âahâ satoruââ your eyes meet his as your movements speed up. the feeling of his hard muscle underneath your dripping cunt makes heat build up in your stomach.
âthatâs it, baby.â his voice is low, husky. his eyes are a dark, ocean blue, hazy with allure, face flushed and mouth slightly agape. you could have sworn that he was feeling pleasure from this, too.
you continue grinding down against him, his skin becoming slick with your arousal. thereâs less friction, now, but gojo tenses and flexes his stomach at just the right moments so that you can feel the ridges of his muscles slide against your folds. they hit your clit just right, the pressure sending pure pleasure rippling throughout your body. his hands are warm against your skin, guiding your hips as you move against him rhythmically.
you canât help the sounds that fall from your mouth. the room becomes lewd with the sound of your whines mixed with breathy encouragements from him.
âyouâre so pretty,â your boyfriend whispers, âgetting yourself off on my body like this.â
his praise only urges you to move faster, to press down against him harder. satoruâs jaw is slack, breathing almost as heavy as yours, looking at you with such adoration in his eyes that all you want to do was show him how good he was making you feel.
as you continue to move against him, the coil in your abdomen grows tighter, threatening to burst. your mewls become louder, his name falling from your lips rapidly between needy whines as you get closer to finishing.
âsatoruâfuckâiâm so close.â your movements speed up infinitely as your chase your high.
âlook at you,â satoru exhales through an almost-laugh. âabout to cum just from grinding against my abs. youâre so cute.â
âshitâ iâm gonnaâ!â
after one final flex of his abdomen, your orgasm hits you like a brick as your grip on him tightens, body shaking in ecstasy, white-hot pleasure coursing through your veins. thereâs no stopping the mantra of his name that tumbles from your mouth as the high washes over you.
you slump down over him, panting. satoru cups your face in his hands and plants kisses all over your cheeks, forehead, and finally on your lips.
âthat was incredible,â he all but exclaims. âyouâre so hot, i canât believe youâre really my girlfriend.â
you laugh, resting your forehead against his, and place another kiss against his plush lips.
âyou really enjoyed it?â you enquire.
âfuck yes, i enjoyed it. letâs do it again sometime.â
you fall on the bed next to him and he tackles you in a hug, peppering kisses all over you once more.
18+ mdni â° .á satoru's a whiny mess fucking your thighs
satoru is on his knees with your hips resting on his quads, white hair clinging to his sweaty forehead as he grips one of your plush thighs with a bruising strength. he's using the other hand to press his cock down onto your cunt as he thrusts languidly, dragging his shaft between your slick folds.
his brows are pinched together, pupils blown wide with what can only be descibed as hunger. he's staring down at the point where your bodies meet with a desperation he couldn't contain even if he tried.
"baby, please," he whines, "please, let me fuck you."
"satoru⌠noâ" you gasp when he guides his angry, flushed tip to your entrance, nudging against the hole before letting just the head slip inside. "ânot without a condom."
he groans loudly, sliding his cockhead out of your cunt before he thrusts forward again, pulling a sharp moan from your throat when his length glides along your clit.
"but i need you. please." he sounds pathetic, desperate, voice cracking when he begs you. "i'll be good, i'll pull out i swear, baby."
you can feel your cunt throbbing from the sound of his begging, the heat in your core threatening to break your resolve as he keeps fucking himself against your wet slit. his shaft is glistening, coated in your arousal so each time he drags his hips back there's a wet schliiick. and each he pushes forward his tip catches on your entrance again, threatening to slip inch after inch into your warm, sopping cunt.
"careful satoru," you coo, rolling your hips against him, "not inside."
his hands grab your waist harshly, halting your movement. "then stop that," he seethes, breathing ragged, chest heaving as his eyes slide up to yours.
you smile softly, innocently, like you're not denying him the one thing he's craving and then dangling it in front of him, just out of reach.
without another word his hands move to the back of your knees, pushing them together and towards your chest, the sudden shift making you cry out.
"toru!"
your thighs come together around his cock, the supple flesh is squeezing his length tight, pressing him harder against your throbbing clit as he thrusts faster.
hips slapping against the back of your legs, a cascade of moans fall from both of your mouths. your eyes squeeze shut as he ruts between your thighs, his hard cock dragging against your sensitive clit. each groove, each vein along his shaft works to overstimulate you.
"f-fuuuck, baby, you're so wet," satoru gasps.
and you were. a white sticky mess building between your legs, webs of slick being stretched and pulled with each roll of satoru's hips. your arousal is like lube as he continues to fuck himself into your thighs, his pace increasing as he snaps his hips into you.
it's obscene, and it feels so much better than you thought it would, so much better than it should, you think.
"wanna slip it in," satoru whimpers, "please, can i? jus' for a second, 'm so close. just once baby, wanna feel you wrapped around me."
you're barely listening over the sound of your own moans while he babbles on hopelessly. your hands grip the sheets as your walls fluttering around nothing, more of your juices dribbling out onto satoru's dick and the sheets beneath you.
"fuckkk, haah- please," satoru begs again, "jus' the tip."
satoru's cock is leaking, his own precum seeping out of the little slit on his tip, just making everything louder as his skin slips against yours.
"n-noâ" you rasp, "toru, fasterâŚ"
he obeys without a beat of hesitation.
muscled arms wrap around your legs as he hugs them to his chest, fucking himself harder into the snug space between them. you arch off his lap, pressing your weeping cunt up against his shaft at the same time, making you both whine.
"baby, baby, 'm gonna cum," he rambles on, "feels soâ fuck, 'm gonna cum, you're so goodâ"
"do it, toru, please. wan' you to cum on me," you mewl, voice pitchy and breathless.
and that breaks him.
hips stuttering, with a guttural groan he thrusts one last time.
his cock pulses and his seed spills out onto your stomach, your hips, your cunt. he's panting raggedly, still holding your legs to his body as satoru continues rolling his hips slowly, fucking himself through his high.
his eyes cut down to your pussy and he moans again, cock twitching once more as the last of his cum dribbles out when he sees the gooey, white spend smeared onto your puffy folds.
another edited repost from my old blog :p i love whiny toru also sry if typos i didnt rlly proofread after i made changes
toji has been bulking and it turns you the hell on
he knows you love it.
you don't hide it very well to begin with. the sight of his more defined arms and chubby stomach that would soon be more muscular just gets you going.
"what's wrong baby?" he asked after he just caught you staring at him. his body was in a thin layer of water no thanks to the shower he had just taken.
you don't even pay attention to the way his dick was just swinging around.
no.
you pay attention to the way his arms flex at every movement.
each was decorated by veins on his forearm and that alone made you wet.
"no.. just.. just thinking." you mumbled back, forcing yourself to look away.
"about?"
"nothing!" you quickly made your way out of the bathroom, towels that were supposed to be given to him still in your hands.
your heart is beating so quick you can't hear the sound of his footsteps after you over it.
it isn't until he threw you onto the bed that you noticed he was behind you.
"nuh uh.. it's definitely something." he hummed into your ear, moving his arm so it wrapped itself around your neck, squeezing it with his bicep.
"is it my cock?"
you whimpered, squeezing your legs together. "no.."
"then what is it, hm?"
"your.. your arms.." you admitted.
big mistake.
he hasn't left you alone since then. teasing you every day with wearing compression shirts, or no shirts at all.
he'd stretch his arms out, flexing them purposefully every time he "yawned" just to try and catch you ogling.
he'd even suggest things such as you riding his hands rather than his dick.
which you obviously said no to.
but your favorite was to have him hugging you to death while he plummeted in an out of your pussy.
"oh.. oh my god! toji!" you screamed.
"you can take it.." his cock was fat, barely fitting inside you making it a tad bit painful in a good way. "you just love having my arms around yer body.. is that right?"
"fuck youre squeezing the shit out of me."
drool pooled down your chin, eyes fluttering shut as he slowed down his pace.
"is that right?" he repeated.
you nodded. "yes! yes!" you didn't need to beg for him to go faster again, your cunt was doing that for you.
toji thinks youâre insignificant as his boss because youâre younger than him until he's on his knees eating you out. (ŕš > á´ < ŕš)
toji goes by the mindset that he gets to do what he wants as long as he gets the job done, but you quickly nipped that in the bud, telling him thatâs not how you do things.Â
his job is easy; all he has to do is organize files and clean out your office every afternoon when you leave, yet he found time to lollygag, which you didn't take kindly to.Â
âexcuse me? toji? i asked you to organize these in alphabetical order; you fell short towards the âwâs.âÂ
all toji can do is roll his eyes and grumble to himself, clearly annoyed that you came to him to complain.Â
knowing you should be lucky enough heâs even trying to do the task at hand, but all he can do is suck it up and try again and again and again because he keeps fucking up.
it's clear he doesnât respect you, so you made him.Â
while youâre typing up a report at your desk, heâs under it with his hands tightly clasped around your plump thighs and his head between them as his tongue works back and forth on your clit.Â
his tongue dragging from your slick folds right back to your clit made your legs tremble.Â
thatâs when it all made sense.Â
you were trying to train a dog to do work that it just couldn't, so you put him to better use by eating your pussy every day.Â
sometimes you called him into your office multiple times a day just to piss him off, just to hear him grumble under his breath but still get down on his knees like the dog he is.Â
still making him clean your office spotless at the end of the day.Â
this shatters his ego.
he hates looking in your eyes when he's in between your thighs sucking your clit because of the satisfaction you got from it. he knows the humiliation is getting you off, and it sucks because, fuck⌠you taste good.Â
he gets lost when heâs down there, making sure to get every taste inside his mouth and savor it until the next time heâs down there.Â
leaving his fingertip markings on your thighs from how hard he was holding you.
eating your pussy so good that his nose is poking your clit while his tongue is making sure to get everything that leaked out of you.Â
the best part of all of this is that you never acknowledge him when heâs down there; he's simply a mouth you use during the day.Â
he came to that conclusion when you never moaned even when he was putting in work, slipping two fingers in and curving them up so he's hitting your sweet spots.
it felt good, and you knew that, your toes curling a little, but this is his punishment.
you never moan for him because moaning means praise, and why would you praise him when his incompetence got him in this situation?
toji still tries, though, knowing one day you'll stop being petty and start moaning.
an: please excuse my writing i have on long nails which makes it harder to type and i havenât written anything in like a week AND my tremors have worsened, sorry!! (ŘŘ>ďš<ŘŘ)
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