May everyone with a specific phobia have a good day today, especially if it’s a phobia that isn’t commonly known/tagged for. You are real, you are valid, and I love you.
well, maybe... just a tiny crush. you're the sweetest girl he knew around, considerate, and the leader-type. not fit for someone like him. to be more specific, sukuna thinks you're weirded by him because of his looks, he has tons of piercings; in his ears, eyebrows, and chin, he even has tattoos around his arms.
but when he got the guts to finally ask you on a date? he didn't expect you to say yes.
he took off everything. his piercings and covered himself up to ease his tattoos.
but here you are, wore the same dark colors he would usually wear. styled yourself with accessories although you don't have piercings or tattoos yourself. it's far different from the usual pastel or light clothes you wore. while on the other hand, sukuna eased himself to match you.
it was awkward.
“you took off your piercings?” you questioned. looking at him closely. it's the first time you've seen him without it.
“i thought you didn't like it” sukuna looked away. feeling embarrassed.
“no! I—... I like it” you muttered and looked down on your feet. finally feeling the heat building on your cheeks.
it was silent. it was deafening. maybe you should've thought how to handle it beforehand. sukuna breaks the silence when he remembered the bouquet he bought earlier.
“i like your dress” he finally met your gaze, sukuna handed you the bouquet.
“especially the color.. it's my favorite” he continued and cleared his throat.
“i like your outfit too, ryo” you chuckled as he guided you to his car.
the date night went surprisingly well. sukuna kept asking if something happened for you to wear different style of clothes.
“i wanted to match you” you confessed.
“and so am i” he turned to you.
there was a pause, but you broke a laugh when you realized the situation.
“so... do you want to hang out again?” sukuna asked nervously.
18+ MDNI fuck off minors!! 📢 horny hour wowie‼️ ghost and price with meek virgin fem reader highly unrealistic you take it up both holes yada yada reader is referred to as small and tiny...
you recoil into yourself shyly, drawing your legs up to your chest to hide your most sensitive parts.
"you scared, dove?" simon smirks, slowly reaching and gently moving his fingertips up and down your calf, not making a move yet.
"not gonna hurt you, pretty girl." john purrs, touching your thighs lightly, looking you over with dark eyes.
you look up at them with big glossy eyes and gulp audibly.
fear. anticipation. all coursing through your veins. you'd dream about them using you for their own pleasure.
from where you're sitting at the edge of the bed, you can see two giant mountains of men towering over you, huge monstrous cocks in their hands, angry red tips ravenously dripping with precum as they eye you like predators.
simon reaches over, placing his hands on your knees, murmuring "it's okay, baby." before slowly parting your legs as if to unravel the captured prey.
the cool air hits your core as he reveals your bare pussy to the two feral men.
you can see the seething fire in their eyes as you hold your legs spread for them.
"look at tha' cap!" simon coos, running a rough finger along your folds, gathering your arousal on his fingertips, so soaked and soft against his skin. you're practically dripping with desire.
"dirty little girl," john smirks, running a thumb over your lips, "wanna be fucked by two giant men so bad, huh?"
"p-please." you beg quietly. the noise is barely there. it's like a kitten's squeak.
"fuckin hell," simon chuckles, licking your juices off his fingers, "sweet fuckin pussy's beggin to be ruined."
"come on, girl. up—" john suddenly pulls you forward and flips you over, earning a startled yelp from you, "there you go."
simon comes up behind you as you're bent over the bed, large hands palming your plump cheeks before parting them to reveal your pretty hole, "fuckin look at tha'!"
he spits a ball of saliva over your puckered hole, rubbing in slow circles before pushing a thick digit inside, testing the waters. you gasp as he rolls it against your walls, groaning at how tight you are, chuckling "how are ya gonna take my cock, girl?" he inserts a second finger, making you squeal in return, the stretch feeling new and foreign.
simon slides his fingers in and out, prepping your tiny hole as you let out breathy moans.
"how ya feelin, doll?" john asks, "think you can take it?"
the men exchange a look, waiting for your answer.
"i- i... yeah," you squeal out, "please, y-yes"
and all of a sudden, you're in simon's burly arms, back against his broad chest with your knees beside your ears as his thick throbbing cock stretches your tight little hole so wide you think you're gonna split in half, "fuckin grippin me so tight, lovie." he hisses into your ear as your mouth falls more agape the deeper he enters.
you watch with wide eyes as john approaches. you think you can't take it. it's impossible. you're gonna break.
simon's muscular arms hold your legs wide open for him, soaked pretty pussy before his lustful eyes.
his drooling tip nudges your clit, teasingly circling it before sliding through your folds. you let out a stuttered little noise as john pushes forward. "shh, pretty girl. you can take it." he shushes you, sliding more and more inside, parting your tight untouched walls as you mewl and writhe between them.
simon holds your legs tightly as john's hands support your weight by holding your ass. they're both buried to the hilt inside your needy holes, stretching you out to your absolute limit. you feel so, so full. it's dizzying.
they give you no time to adjust and with absolutely no mercy, they thrust into you in unison, drilling their huge mean cocks in and out of your tiny holes and utterly ruining you.
in no time, your loud noises fill the room as they ram into you relentlessly, virgin holes filled up to the brim by their fat cocks. it hurts, but it feels too good to stop. you can't stop the broken moans that slip through your lips at the sheer girth of them.
"hear tha', cap?" simon grunts, "not a shy little lamb anymore — moaning like a fuckin whore for us."
simon's massive arms hold you all throughout while his beefy cock fucks into your tight ass, reaching places you didn't know existed and john spreads your tiny cunt open on his meaty cock, fat tip bruising your cervix as he hits that sweet spot deep inside you.
your eyes roll back and your mind goes blank, lost in pure bliss as they brutally abuse your holes, knocking the air right out of your lungs and leaving you no room to breathe as desperate little moans escape your lips while you mindlessly paw at price's hairy chest.
"look at the pretty little slut," john says, "just a tiny little fucktoy for us."
you're a crying drooling mess, tears and saliva running down your face, pressed between their giant bodies, their ragged breaths in your ears, drenched in sweat, precum and your juices as they ravage your body like feral animals, reducing you to just a set of holes for them to use.
until you're left with their heavy loads pumped deep inside your sloppy abused holes, body shaking violently and brain turned to mush as they tuck your limp body into bed, kissing your forehead and praising you about how such a good little slut you were for them.
"Nah, I need a real woman." Is all Ghost has to say about the group of objectively hot, young women at the bar. The type that wants to fuck a soldier or even looks for a husband. The type that thinks they want a dominant man but they only read 50 shades and play the tradwife but never commit to either of it. Looking for the dark romance type of shit where the guy is cruel but never with them. The type that plays games.
"You daft? What do you mean 'a real woman'?" Soap stares at him. The Scot knows that Ghost had fun with pretty things like this before.
"You know. A woman who knows that it's not always good times. Who knows hard work and understands. Getting tired of just a few weeks or months. I need more... More substance."
Soap still stares at him. "Are you saying you are looking for long term? Are you for real?"
"Positive. Sure, we might not come back the next time. But we might come back more damaged than medical can fix. And then? Would be nice to have something to return to?"
His eyes are searching the room and land on you, one of the local gardeners that tend to the vegetation on base. He has seen you haul bags of soil and equipment, knows you work out at the gym after work. Since you are allowed to work on base you have had basic background checks already. And he knows you also work in a small flower shop on occasions. He knows that because you brought flowers for Price when you heard about his baby's birthday the other week. The flowers were for his wife. "People always forget to congratulate the parents for taking such good care of their kids. So these are for the mother. And don't worry, I won't mind if you pretend it was your idea, captain, I know you have been busy."
At first Ghost was alarmed that you knew so much but when he followed you around he realized it was just the way you interacted with people. You talked to them, about mundane things, as if they were just normal people. And you never asked about missions. You even avoided looking at any file on a desk, strictly focusing on the plants.
And maybe you are not pretty with your messy hair and dirty hands, crooked teeth and big ass. You don't have to. You know who you are and what you do. You don't need to find a man to validate you. And considering you sit with some soldiers and other base personnel at a table, laughing and drinking, you know how to have a social life. Still, it doesn't explain why he is drawn to you. Maybe it is the way you never shy away from his presence. Or because you remembered his allergies and plant flowers under his window that don't trigger it. Or because you snort at his jokes, even when you are not part of the conversation and just in proximity.
Or maybe it is the way you suddenly stand before him, a small grin on your face. "Oi, big boy. If ya keep starin, you'll be buying the next round. Or ask me out for a proper date."
Soap is snickering next to him but Ghost knows an opportunity when he sees it.
"Tomorrow, 8 pm, pick you up from your shop. Wear whatever you want." He ignores the choked laughter from Soap, and also that Gaz is handing a bill over. All he needs to see is the surprised look on your face and then something that could be hope and the beautiful rose tint your cheeks are suddenly showing.
"Alright. But not the pub or any other place you'd go with your boys. When I say proper date, I mean it."
"Yea ma'am."
You seem satisfied and continue to the bar. When you pass him on the way back, you slip him your number. "Just in case the world needs you more."
This time Soap hands money to Gaz.
Later Ghost finds out they were betting on you, not him. Apparently you had been eyeing Ghost for quite some time.
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Edit: I wrote this for myself, but I also wrote this for my gorgeous "ugly" girls out there. Don't let your teeth or double chin or curves that are definitely not in all the right places hold you back. We are so much more than our looks.
Frat!jo who is drunk beyond his mind, already invading his fwb's apartment, and insisting she's his wife.
He stood at your door, glassy eyes and needy as hell.
Slumping himself onto you and lazily placing soft kisses to your neck with his arms draped around you.
You could just smell the alcohol on him. Out of every night, tonight was the night you definitely didn't expect him to show at yours.
Tonight was a frat party and Satoru never left a frat party. So to see him drunk and at yours door hit you like a double whammy.
"Satoru?" His name came out like a hundred different questions
"missed you.. s'much.." He slurred, refusing to let you go
"All them girls were throwin' themselves at me n gettin' me to take shots with them"
ah. that explains it.
Getting him settled on your bed and after lots of trial and error, you finally managed to softly pry him off of you. You headed to the the kitchen and brought back a glass of water for him which to your surprise, he drank without a question.
You sat next to him and he immediately pulled you under the covers with him and clearly had no intention of letting you go anytime soon.
"'Toru?"
"yeah?"
"How'd you get here? it's far from the frat" You said, softly running your fingers through his hair, remembering how he begged you to anytime he got clingy
"mm, Sugu dropped me 'ere, he said I drank tooo much and I was bein' delusional or sumthin" he muttered, nuzzling into your chest
Suddenly he looked up at you, glassy eyes staring straight at you with the most hopeful look you've ever seen.
"he was sayin he was droppin' me off at my wife's.. that mean u're my wife now right? I told the girl hitting on me that im marriedd tooo youuu" He said the last part in a little sing-song voice with the biggest grin on his face
You looked horrified. You two were keen on keeping things low-key so for him to tell someone was.. you didn't even know what it was, you were just praying that whoever he told that too just thought he was too drunk and talking out his ass.
"Satoru, i'm not your wife. We just hook up" You were trying to knock some sense into him but he clearly was set on one thing.
At your response he squeezed you tighter for a second and whined, he was quite literally behaving like a five year old not getting the toy they wanted.
"I'm marrying you, You're too pretty.. and kind.. and pretty.. and smart, maybe too smart for me. Wait are you gonna leave me if i'm too dumb?" His voice suddenly becoming panicked, still staring at you, awaiting your response.
If there's one thing you knew, the only thing harder to deal with than a drunk Satoru, was an emotional and drunk Satoru. For now, it made sense to just play along with his fantasy for right now and not make him upset.
"I would never, now go to sleep it's 2am and you have a 9am tomorrow
"mm..k" He was somehow half asleep despite being totally awake like half a minute ago.
Turning off the lights, you crawled back in bed next to him, letting you both drift off into sleep while Satoru mumbled something about how great his 'wife' is.
with you staying over at the fushiguro household for the night, the air between the two of you had grown noticeably tense. because megumi knew exactly what that meant—that once his parents and sister were asleep, he had you all to himself.
that knowledge was what made him so bold, so daring, right there under the dinner table.
while toji chatted away with tsumiki about what was, judging by the occasional eye roll, probably boyfriends, and his mother asking about your day with a warm smile, your boyfriend was focused entirely on the heat radiating from your thighs.
his hand slid higher the more you spoke, his long fingers grazing the lace of your panties, feeling the dampness that proved you were just as desperate as he was.
maintaining his usual stoic, he watched your face, enjoying the way you struggled to maintain a conversation while he was practically tasting your arousal through the fabric.
megumi's gaze wandered back to his mother as she continued talking, but it wasn't long before it settled back on you. the gentle nudge of your foot beneath the table earned the smallest reaction, a subtle lift at the corners of his lips. and without thinking, he quietly propped his chin on his hand, his palm shielding the expression from the rest of the table.
“and when they were toddlers, can you believe megumi—”
you had gasped into your water glass when he finally pushed past the edge of your panties, his fingertips brushing against the your soaked folds. the moment he felt the slickness of your arousal, a tiny, knowing smirk tugged at the corner of his lips.
“are you okay?” what a tease.
now, back in his room, the atmosphere has completely shifted from subtle to blatant teasing. you’re still perched on his lap, your pussy clamped tight around his thick dick as megumi focuses on his monitor.
the contrast is maddening: the clicking sounds of his mechanical keyboard and the glow of the screen, paired with the wet, visceral feeling of him buried deep inside you.
the sensation is overwhelming. because he isn't moving, not yet, the heat is concentrated, a heavy, throbbing pressure that makes your internal muscles twitch and squeeze instinctively.
"you're so tight," he murmurs, his voice low and steady, barely audible. he doesn't look away from the screen, his fingers dancing across the keys with precision. "is it that good, just sitting there?”
“mhhmmm,” you whimper, your arms finding their way around his neck, your chin settling atop his shoulder as you lean into him
"you’re shaking, pretty," he observes, his voice flat but laced with satisfaction. he doesn't look away from the game, but he can feel you pulsing around him, milking him with every breath you take.
"i’m— i'm gonna cum," you squeal, your hands gripping his shoulders for support. you try to lift your hips, desperate to slide down and then push back up, to create the friction you need to tip over the edge.
but as you do so, his hand immediately snaps from the keyboard to your waist, his fingers digging into your skin to lock you in place. he doesn't move his dick; he just holds you there, suspended at the peak of your arousal.
"i didn't say you could cum yet," megumi mutters, his eyes narrowing at the screen as he quietly curses under his breath at yuji, who has somehow managed to get on his nerves yet again. "can you take this fucking seriously, bruh— stay right there. hold it."
"you’ve been teasing me for half an hour! megs— please! i can’t—"
"shhh," he cuts you off, finally glancing up at you. his eyes are hooded, full of a desire that contradicts his calm demeanor.
"i told you, you're staying still. if you can't handle it, maybe you shouldn't have gotten so wet at the table."
"i can't help it! ever since you ate me out, you’ve been teasing me. god— you're so big—"
“that’s the point.”
megumi gives a sudden, sharp jolt upward, his dick hitting your cervix with a force that makes you gasp and arch your back. the sensation is so intense it nearly sends you over the edge, but before you can collapse, he pins you down again, his grip bruising and possessive.
"just a few more minutes," he whispers, returning his attention to the screen, leaving you trapped on his lap, trembling and leaking onto his thighs, completely at his mercy while he finishes his round.
"i can't— i can't just sit here while you're inside me," you sobbed, the pleasure building to an unbearable peak.
he just snickers, a low, vibrating sound you could feel deep in your chest, shifting his weight to give you a slow, agonizingly deep grind that hit your sweet spot perfectly.
"if you're good and stay still and quiet, maybe i'll actually fuck you when the round is over. deal?"
“but—”
"besides, if you make too much noise, my parents might hear you. do you want them to know exactly what you're doing on my lap right now? or how wet you are for me?"
the thought sends a jolt of shame and arousal through you, making you squeeze him even tighter. he bites back a moan.
"no! i— i don't!" you stammer, your breath coming in short, jagged gasps.
"exactly," he says, his voice returning to that calm, dominant drone. "just sit there and warm me up. let me enjoy how tight you are."
you sink back down with a small sigh, your weight pressing you further onto him, the slight movement sending sparks of pleasure through your nerves. you are trapped, held captive by his strength and his indifference to your desperation, your body humming with a need that only he can satisfy.
“are you seriously fucking your girl while being on call with me, fushiguro.”
links: riding him, sitting on his face, gotta be quiet, he can’t get enough of your taste, what you send him while he’s away, what he sends you while he’s away
this is kinda short my bad hopefully the links make up for that ALSO my inbox has been filled with so many…..interesting….things…. plz why are we thinking about catboy megumi working at a maid cáfe cuz toji couldnt pay the rent i hate u all legit 💔💔💔
Ghost with erectile dysfunction, but he'd never waste a moment to have you even if his body doesn't cooperate in the stolen moments.
So he fucks you with the suppressor on his pistol instead.
Huffs about you being "such a slag for me, hm? Take anything i give you." When you only screw your face in disgust but open your thighs wider for him. Notches the suppressor just barely inside and kisses you, one hand roaming your body, until you're grinding down on it of your own accord.
"Gonne cum for me? Make me a new favorite weapon?" He teases, smiling at the desperate little groan you let out. Ghost starts fucking the suppressor into you properly, pushing further and further until he can angle it just right–
"There you go..." a delighted growl when your whole body seizes, the edge of the suppressor brutally massaging that perfect spot inside you.
He doesn't stop until you're shaking with overstimulation and desperately grabbing at his wrist to pull out the gun.
You earn a kiss on the cheek for schooling the embarrassment on your face after a moment, and a promise "why don't we work through the rest of my collection this weekend?" When he leaves you in that closet, holstering his pistol.
꣑ৎ fighting with satoru leads to him forcing you to ride him
The last thing you wanted to do was get into an argument with your roommate and best friend. Yet you found yourself going back and forth with him & it didn’t look like it was coming to an end any time soon.
“I don’t understand how I’m not allowed to have boys over but you’re free to bring home girls, it’s totally unfair Satoru!” You yelled, voice turning raspy.
It’s been hours since this argument began and he was getting sick of it.
“The difference between us is that I didn’t invite that girl over to fuck, did I?” He shot back, a vein forming at his temple.
His hand reached up to his face, sliding off his glasses to set them aside on the counter. “I came home with her because we had a project to do and the library was closed. And you know this because I texted you earlier about it.”
“So? She was totally giving you bedroom eyes!”
“And what if she was? Doesn’t mean I gave in and started humping her like a dog in heat. I’m not that easy, sweets.”
But you were.
You were not about to give in because he used your favorite pet name, and you definitely weren’t going to allow him to see the effect it had on you.
“I don’t know why me bringing a boy over concerns you either.”
“Watch that tone.” He warned. His eyes have darkened enough to match the late night shadows seeping into the kitchen, rain being muffled by the windows. Your lip trembled, being utterly frustrated. It’s not like you even did anything with the guy, you just wanted to make him jealous – get back at him for inviting that girl over.
Satoru noticed your pout, sighing through his nose as all previous anger faded. “Baby.”
“Don’t call me that.”
“Why not?” He closed in, cupping your cheek in his warm hand. “You love it when I use sweet names on you.”
You pulled away from his touch, still pissed. “We’re just roommates, that’s why.” That certainly got him to raise a brow, a slight tilt at his head as he took in your words. “Just roommates? Am I not your best friend? Am I not the one that makes you feel good?”
Your breath hitched, knowing what he was referring to.
You had come home stressed about some class and it didn’t help that it was ovulation week as well, making you all pent up. Thankfully, Satoru didn’t mind helping you out on the very counter he was leaning against. “What was your goal when you brought him over? To make me jealous? Get your pay back?”
Well, yes.
But you were not going to admit that so easily.
“If I hadn’t made it clear enough, sweets, you’re the only girl I want. Why would I be stupid to put my dick inside someone who isn’t you?” His vulgar words strike again at your inner core, forcing your thighs to clench.
“Satoru..” Your cheeks heated up.
“I’m going to ask you again, and you’re going to answer honestly. Are we just roommates?”
Of course not. Roommates don’t just allow the other to ride them like rabbits in heat the way you were doing right now. Your clothes were discarded on the floor, shaky hands rubbing up and down his abs all while he watched.
A smirk was lifting at his lips, enjoying the way you struggled to do all of the work. He wanted to touch your tits, give them the little kisses they deserved. But hearing you beg for his touch was far better.
“Please– I said I was s-sorry..” Your apologies fell upon deaf ears. This was your punishment after all. You could barely register your own pleas as his tip grazed your puffy folds. “You’re going to ride me and I’m not going to help for shit.”
And he kept his word because he hasn’t done anything more than letting out the occasional grunt. It was genuinely pissing you off.
“Please,” You tried again, leaving sloppy but sweet kisses on his lips that he didn't reciprocate. Not even when you picked up your pace or slowed it down did he react.
Nothing was working.
Not until he saw you begin to sob, hiding your pretty face in his neck did he soften up. “Hey, hey.. It’s okay, sweet girl. I forgive you, you did so good, took your punishment like the good girl you are. Don’t cry, you’re making me feel bad.” His expression softened, large hand rubbing the small of your back as he coo’ed in your ear at your hiccups.
You sniffled, chasing your nearing orgasm now that he praised you. “Am gonna cum..” You gasped, clawing at his back. Satoru fully wrapped his arms around you, bouncing you harshly on his lap. “Go ahead.”
White dots filled your sight when you spilled on his dick, legs trembling. He followed soon after, releasing deep in you. “Good job, baby. Don’t you ever think that shit again. I don’t want anyone but you, and it’s time to realize that.”
You nodded, placing your lips on his, finally receiving the kiss you needed.
boyfriend!megumi who said 'i love you' for the first time after you did something stupid, saying 'i love you but you're so stupid'
boyfriend!megumi who's favourite memory with you is when you were both at a concert and he looked at you to check if you were okay and you looked so happy
boyfriend!megumi who pretends he likes spice to seem stoic infront of you
boyfriend!megumi who thought you hated him (for no reason) until a mutual friend told him that all you do is talk about him
boyfriend!megumi who researched how to make his cum taste better before having sex with you for the first time (ofcourse he did everything google recommended)
boyfriend!megumi's favourite features of yours are your cheeks and he CONSTANTLY squishes them, forcing you to do a duck face
boyfriend!megumi who wears a necklace that has your name on it
boyfriend!megumi who is actually super ticklish (especially below his navel)
boyfriend!megumi who gets all mumbly when he's angry, and won't repeat what he said when you ask
boyfriend!megumi who learnt your native language because he was secretly incredibly nervous to meet your family, and wanted to make a good first impression
boyfriend!megumi who hid a scar from you that he got from training as a first year because he thought it made him look weak
boyfriend!megumi who refuses to bottom, but will occasionally rest his head on your chest when he is about to pass out from sleepiness— and strictly only then.
boyfriend!megumi who has a spotify playlist dedicated to you
"fuck, you feel so good..", he groaned softly as he thrusted slow and deep inside you, he usually went rough, but he was extra careful this night to not wake anyone up.
gojo, who was your brother's enemy, snuck inside your room through your window. you told him you weren't available today, that your brother was already back from his trip. but he promised that he'd be quiet and behave.
reason was a lost cause; you had surrendered to the temptation long before he even reached the window.
now there he was, thrusting into you at 2 in the morning. he kept you pinned beneath him, his tip punching that sweet spot inside of you that only a cock his size could reach. no matter how much you squirmed or begged, he would continue teasing.
"toru, please-", you managed to choke out, tears started to well in your eyes. not from sadness, but from overwhelming pleasure..and a bit of frustration. even with a slow pace, it intensified the feeling of his cock pulsing deep inside you.
"please what, baby?", he murmured, thrusting deeper inside you til his hips grind against the bottom of your ass.
"hnghh..enough..please..", you whimpered pathetically. the sight of you helpless and wrecked beneath him made his cock twitch violently inside you, making you whimper louder once again.
his hand, which was in your shirt squeezing your breast, moved up to shove 2 fingers in your mouth. you bit down on them, making him hiss from the slight sting, but it was enough to keep you silent. "shh..you dont want to wake up your brother, do you?", he crooned with a smirk tugged on his lips.
the slow, steady thrusts started to become more sloppy as he reached dangerously close to climax. his jaw clenched tight, nearly cracking his teeth as he struggled to keep silent. "mmph..fuckfuck-", he cursed quietly through gritted teeth, his hips struggled to thrust his cock in fully as his vision blurred.
he was almost there..just a little...more-
WAAAPOWWWW!
the rhythmic creak of the mattress was shattered by the violent crack of the door hitting the wall, snapping gojo away from cloud 9. maybe you guys weren’t so silent after all. his hooded gaze was now wide open, full of panic and slight confusion. when he recognized the heavy footsteps of your brother, he yanked his cock out of you with the instinct of an african lungfish before disappearing into the thick blanket. you nearly let out a whine at the loss, but you quickly wiped the tears away from your cheeks and put that stoic mask on.
with gojo's huge body, he looked like a misplaced boulder under the sheets. but you just prayed that your brother wouldnt notice it. speaking of your brother, he stormed towards you, each footstep was heavy and sounded like a warning. when he finally reached the side of the bed, he shoved your phone screen mere inches away from your face.
"have you been texting gojo??", his voice a low growl, his eyes narrowed as he examined every detail of your face, searching for any signs of lying. blood drained from your face. inside, you wanted to cry on the spot and yank the phone away. the dirty text messages between you and gojo were right infront of your eyes, the last messages you'd want anyone to ever see. thank god, the contact name was 'white haired papi'. your body felt like you were being held at gunpoint, but you kept a firm poker face after mastering it through multiple fights with your brother.
your brows furrowed as you reread the messages, a nonchalant mask on your face even as your stomach twisted in a knots of pure, cringing regret. "no? there are multiple people with white hair.", you replied, your voice a bit raspy from the uncontrollable whimpers you let out earlier.
while your brother’s accusations roared in your ears, a calloused hand—warm and unmistakably gojo’s—slid beneath the elastic of your shorts with agonizing slowness. it was a silent dare, a reminder, he still owned the room.
tired of toji always being the top, so you decide to finally take charge
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he was a top. every. damn. time.
no matter how many times you’ve begged to get on him even once, he’d refuse and end up beating you to it. you didn’t know why he resented the idea of getting dominated.
well you decided to find that out tonight.
per usual, he thought it was gonna be a normal night—clothes off, a heated makeout session, then a slow shift to the sex you both craved... with him on top.
the lights were dimmed down, the sheets were mixed with the scent of musky skin, and you sat on his lap with your knees placed on either side of his hips. the world was narrowed down to only the two of you in the heat of the moment.
both of your lips crashed against each other in a frantic, almost brutal pace like he was trying to consume you whole instead of kiss you. a string of groans and tiny, accidental whimpers slipped from his throat as he reveled the feeling of your lips against his. but your mind was only stuck to one thing—stay in this position and dont screw it up.
your mind had grown familiar to the way his large hands tightened on your hips before flipping you beneath him. as your lips attacked his in equal fervor, your mind stayed alert to his grip, tracking the way his calloused fingers dug into your hips. it was hard to tell if he was tightening them or not from his brutal grip.
just as he deepened his hold on you, you added extra pressure on his hips to keep him pinned down in the position you wanted. a tiny grunt escaped his throat as confusion clashed with the arousal in his eyes. he frowned like he didn't understand.
"hey, what are you.." but before he could register what was going on, you were already sinking down on his above-average cock. not only was it long, it was thick enough to stretch you out to your full limit with veins trailing down the sides. it was something he was fully aware of, but he knew how to keep quiet about it. watching the expressions on girls' faces was priceless when they get face to face with his cock, but you? you've sort of grown accustomed to it..since you got it almost every night.
you could admit it was easier to be on the bottom when it was time to put it in.
his hands remained on your hips, hesitating whether to push you off or pull you closer. "wait, wait, wait-", the change on his face was noticeable. something uneasy..maybe frightened? though it was masked by the horniness that seemed to spread all over him.
"shh, just..fuck..just trust me.", you muttered out as you struggled to get halfway down. he looked as if he didn't know whether to tease you about your struggling or panic that you're currently on top of him. it was beautiful, truly.
once you finally sat down fully on his cock, a deep, guttural groan tore from his throat. but it lacked the fire and presented slight vulnerability. you paused for a moment as you took in the unfamiliar expression written all over him, but you couldn't help the way your walls begged to be rubbed by him.
those groans slowly morphed into whimpers and incoherent whines when your hips started to move a steady pace—not punishing, but enough to make his head spin. suddenly the straight lines on the wall began to wiggle and swim across his peripheral vision because you were all he could see right now. he couldn't afford to waste this sight of you despite how blurry you looked in his eyes.
your red, velvety walls squelched loud—loud enough that it echoed and bounced off the walls till it was all he heard. he wished he could record all of the noises that came out of you and play it on repeat over and over til no music could hit his ears the right way anymore.
but god, the feeling of you. it was like his cock was made exactly for you, wrapping around him in the right and worst way possible.
the sounds, the sensation, the sight of you—its was too much for him, fuckkk, too much too much-
you were just as far gone as he was. you didn't realize it until you felt his muscular arms pull you flush against him his chest. it was as if you were the only solid thing he could cling onto. you didnt realize the sobs he let out—the tears that were soaking the crook of your neck for however long youve been pounding on him.
he wanted to push you away so bad. every bone in his body begged him to stop this. to hide the tears that were considered weak and submissive. but at the same time, he was so lost in the feeling of you. he wanted you closer and closer..
he clung onto you impossibly tighter, nails digging into the soft skin of your torso that will definitely leave dark bruises the next day. the heat of it all was completely ruining..or maybe amplifying your senses. because you didnt notice that the slurred, sloppy whines that he's been letting out were desperate pleas.
"please! just..mghh fuck- wait, wait, wait! please listen to-," his entire body went rigid when his climax hit him like a tidal wave. a choked gasp escaped his lips, hips bucking up violently as the thick, white ropes of his cum painted your walls. the warm liquid spilled uncontrollably, the absurdity fading in a noticeable, crimson color up his face. even he didn't know he could cum that much.
the arms that had been holding onto you so tight finally went limp on his sides. the relief felt like heavy chains freeing you after being held captive. but were you the one being held captive? when you got the chance to pull away, he looked wrecked. extremely, utterly wrecked. it was the most beautiful sight youve ever seen—his dark hair clinging onto his forehead, his chest rising and falling with every heavy heave, his sweat acting as a second skin...and the tears that were spilling out of his eyes.
his bottom lip was popped out too.
"wait. shit, toji, i didn't mean to-," you couldn't even finish your sentence before he was already anchoring himself back onto you. he replied with a soft, tiny whimper that he would kill if anyone else heard. he kept his face pinned in the crook of your neck, hiding the pure embarrassment and acknowledgement about how you successfully turned him into a complete mess. every piece of armor was torn away from him just by the your determination and curiosity.
once his breathing finally started to steady, he looked up at you with those glossy eyes that made your chest ache.
begging spider-man! gojo to use his webs on you ⊹ ࣪ ˖
You never meant to accidentally walk in on your boyfriend like this. The suit was tight around his skin, at least of what was left of it. Until now, you were oblivious to his separate life.
“Sweets.” His voice quivered, terrified of your reaction.
This wasn’t how he wanted you to find out. With him half naked and beat up with his blue suit on the ground torn to shreds. Then, it all suddenly clicked. The way his lean build suddenly turned into one of a gym bro, his lack of glasses, or the way he had more stamina during sex when he could barely even go past one round.
Even as he explained everything to you and apologized for not telling you sooner, you couldn’t even focus. Because one thing you’ve been wanting to try out in bed was to be tied up. But the thought of rope scratching at your skin made the whole fantasy iffy for you.
With his webs, it’d be more comfortable, right?
“Didn’t know you were this freaked out.” Satoru said from behind you, caressing your bare back softly. “Wish I told you way before if I had known about your little wet dreams.” He grabbed onto both your arms, putting them behind your back. With a flick of his wrist, webs shot out, landing right on your wrists. The substance was sticky, making it incredibly difficult to pull apart. You bit back a smile that was wanting to creep up on your face, looking behind your shoulder to see the way your boyfriend was red in the face.
He was obviously into this too.
“Shit..” He panted, slurping at your cunt. “I regret not hah, not tying you to the bed frame. You’re squirming too much baby.” His hands were gripping hard onto your thighs, dragging you closer to his mouth. “Am I?” You grinned, trying your best to break free from the webs so he could do it all over again.
Satoru delivered a spank right onto your right ass cheek, his words coming out muffled no thanks to his face drowning in you. “Stop moving.” His tongue licked stripes up to your clit, writing out his initials with it.
Your moans eventually got louder after he inserted two fingers into you, curling just right. “Sweets, I’m serious.. Quiet down, we don’t want another warning.” Not even last week had the neighbors filed a report on you both because of the pornographic noises and the bed banging onto the wall. “I’m sorry..” You sobbed, continuing to squirm under him.
With a sigh, Satoru pulled away from your pussy, carefully turning you over. He placed his lips on yours in a firm kiss before shooting his webs right on your mouth.
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