⋆⟢ jake knew he had attachment issues, but he never thought it would make him do something like this...
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. ݁₊ ⊹ . ݁✽ cw: established relationship, pillow humping, scent kink, multiple orgasms, noisy jake, getting caught by you
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it hadn't been that long since jake had last seen you. in fact, it was earlier that day that he kissed you goodbye. yet he found himself laying on your side of the bed you shared with him; on his side, limbs clinging to your pillow, finding comfort in your scent and waiting for you to return.
he loved your scent. it smelled like…you. simply you, and that was his favorite thing about it. it was so raw and special.
he took a deep breath after putting down his phone, bored of trying to ignore the feeling of missing you. missing your voice and touch. he had been looking at photos of you, at old messages and voice notes. he was always so clingy and needy for you; found warmth in your presence. after staring at the wall for a few moments, he closed his eyes and rested his face into the pillow, deeply inhaling your scent, his heart melting at the traces of you.
his heart skipped a beat when a dirty thought entered his mind. you wouldn't find out, would you? you wouldn't mind if he smelled your pillow while he touched himself?
…he wanted to hump it but was afraid of making too much of a mess and upsetting you. jake bit his lip and started to palm himself over his pants, a soft whimper in his throat. he felt himself getting so hard already and your sickly sweet scent definitely wasn't helping.
his hand reached past the hem of his pants, straight to his thick, hard cock. he stroked it lightly in his hand making it leak. he had to be careful and not be too messy.
jake almost cried once he placed his face into your pillow, his cock pulsing in his hand, urging him to do something about it. hurriedly, he pulled his pants down to his ankles, careful to make sure his cock, which was already leaking of his sticky precum, didn't touch the pillow.
he immediately started pumping his cock in his hand, thrusts unrushed and pressured. due to his close vicinity to your pillow, his sensitive tip couldn't help but brush against the fabric, sending a hot rush of pleasure across his entire body. he trembled at the feeling as he subconsciously rolled his hips against the pillow more.
it was like heaven to jake, he couldn't help but chase that electrifying high of satisfaction it brought him. he whimpered your name as he continued to rut into the pillow, hushed and whinged apologies scattered from his lips even tho you weren't even there to hear them.
"mngh sorry, baby. i'm sorry. i miss you so much. don't wanna make a mess on your stuff…"
the feeling of the rough fabric sliding over his length and kissing his tip so deliciously, made him feel so dizzy he started panting. he paused and glanced down at his movements, slowing as he saw the large wet spot on the pillow. a high pitched whine sounded from his throat, shutting his eyes and rutting into the pillow faster.
god, he felt like a huge perv. he's never done anything crazy like this without your knowledge. besides sniffing your panties, but in his defense he's never made a mess on them! and when you caught him doing it, you asked him why he would resort to that when he had you right here. but he did it, of course, because he had missed you so badly. he just couldn't help but indulge himself occasionally when the yearning and ache got this bad.
he embraced the pillow closely to his chest, practically huffing in your scent as he thrusted into it. his cock ached terribly. it wasn't enough though. he needed you there, nothing could satisfy him more than you.
his hips picked up speed, his leaky cock making even more of a mess than before. his pants and moans stifled by the pillow. he was surrounded by the shadows of your nearness. he wanted you back home so bad… to hold him and make him feel good. but for now he'd have to be content with this. he bit his lip hard at the utter pain his cock felt being unable to have your hands on him.
he felt himself get close the more he thought of you. the concern for cumming all over your pillow dissipated from his dazed brain at this point. he bit the corner of the pillow as he continued to search for that perfect pace, that spot that brought him to the edge. he focused his attention on the head of his cock, the pillow rubbing on it just right.
"fuck, honey i wish you were here right now, mnnn." more whining followed, "i wish you were touching me right now. ah~ i'm your good boy. i can still be good…right?" he repeated like a mantra while his hips gyrated erratically into the pillow that you laid your face on everynight, cock weeping at the friction.
a slew of loud broken moans flew from his lips as found himself reaching his peak. his hips stuttered as a tidal wave of pleasure hit him and he felt himself cumming into the pillow. he shuddered as he hunched over the pillow, teeth letting go of the corner and laying his head down to rest and calm his breathing. he lifted the pillow away from his body seeing a large creamy, sticky stain in its wake, a thick string of it connecting to his cock. his worn voice let out a soft "fuck"
he was gonna have to make it up to you big time. if you ever found out.
he planned on throwing the pillow in the washing machine and then ignore it for the rest of the day. he let out a mix of a whine and a groan as he noticed that his cock was still very much hard, his length covered in his thick, milky cum. jake tentatively ground his cock into the gooey mess on the pillow, biting his lip, hypnotized by the sight. mind still mush from his previous orgasm, he let out a weak moan as he hastily began to rut into the mess, his breathing becoming rugged once again. the sight was too erotic for him, his mind encompassed by desire.
wet and slick noises echoed in your room, ringing in his flushed, buzzing ears. elevated by the noise, he felt a second oragsm approaching quickly, driving his cock against the pillow aggressively. it hurt so good, grinding his overly sensitive cock into your pillow.
soft cries and whimpers of your name fluttered from his lips, as he breathed in your pretty scent for the nth time that night. the outline of your presence filling his head with longing and want. his whole body felt like it was on fire, thrashing around on the bed trying to relieve himself.
a few noisy moans fell from his mouth as he suddenly came into the pillow again, his body tensing as he came harder than before. jake panted while letting out delicate moans, trying to slow his breathing. his shirt stuck to his sweaty body and his creamy cum started dripping onto the bed. he winced. guess he'll have to wash the duvet as well.
he made the mistake of wanting to sit in the pleasure for a few more minutes when he heard you open the bedroom door. "jake? is everything okay? you didn't greet me like you usually do." his heart sank. how did he not hear you come home? he sat up and scrambled to reach for the already smeared duvet to cover himself, but failed to do so in time. you already saw all of it.
you both paused before jake nervously laughed trying to conceal the aftermath of his carnality, "hi, baby. when did you get home?" his breathing and heartbeat were still a little erratic and he felt his skin burn up, a red flush returning to his face. you liked it though, he always looked so glowy after climaxing.
you walked over to him, placing your hands just a few feet away from him on the bed. "i left early to come see you, jake. what were you doing?" your question feigned innocence but you both knew that you were well aware of what he was doing.
"n-nothing! it's not what it looked like i promise.." he whined as you got up in his face, the smell of his musky arousal hitting your nose.
you removed his persistent hand from the duvet and lifted it off of his lap, a scoff emitting from you. "oh, baby… you made a mess on the bed."
he sighed heavily, guilt weighing on him from being caught. "i'm-i'm sorry, i've just been missing you all day so i laid on your side of the bed and your pillow smelled like you and…"
you glanced at the abandoned pillow and turned it over, the fabric was damp all over and his milky cum was slathered over a good portion of the surface. a quiet whine left his mouth as he watched you examine it. "mn baby, i'm so sorry. please forgive me, i was gonna wash it before you came home."
taking his warm crimson face in your hands, you stoked his cheeks and lips with your thumbs. jake moaned in your mouth as you kissed him passionately, quickly turning intense and rough. his torso froze up and he bit his lip as he watched your hand reached for his half-hard cock, his former cum and your hand creating a cooling sense that made his back arch and breath hitch.
your soft sweet voice in his ear made him shiver, "honey, you couldn't hold out on your desires for a little longer? if you want, i would gladly help you for the rest of the night."
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. ݁₊ ⊹ . ݁˖✽//an: hey to anyone reading!! ty for enjoying, it makes me so happy to see people enjoy my writing 💗 idk if this is good or not lol, it was written on a whim. buttt i do have smth hopefully better coming soon!
You love being Satoru Gojo's girlfriend, he dotes on you, takes you on dates, spoils you - just one little problem, you are perpetually ovulating around him! Is wanting your nerdy boyfriend's cock in your mouth really such a bad thing? Satoru wants to wait for the perfect moment for your first time, though! He'll totally wait even when you're wearing that slutty lil dress and grinding on him, right?
pairings - nerd! gojo x girlfriend! reader
warnings - cute and silly, oral over panties/boxers, Satoru edging tf outta us -- reader is horny, Shoko/Hime, Sukuna being a fratboy dick, jealous Toru, rough blow jobs, p in v sex, first time, squirting, teasing, fingering, creampie, consent, breed kink, making your nerdy boyfriend feral and spit in your mouth <3
art creds here!!
this was a comm for my angel @cantarcantar!! ty for understanding that my life was like INSANE - ilysm for being patient <3 wc - 10.1k
It took you almost two years of crushing on Satoru Gojo to actually become his girlfriend, and you’re loving every minute of it. From being too damn shy to admit you like him, to very awkwardly trying to confess and every chance just utterly failing – to then instead becoming the very best of friends.
You two were finally ‘officially together’ as a couple.
Oh, and it was everything, being in his arms, swallowed up by those huge biceps he had hidden underneath his starch white dress shirts. Hearing that little laugh from his lips, all of those sweet little kisses he bestowed upon you – truly, all the feelings blossoming between the two of you in the most beautiful way, especially over the months of truly being his girlfriend.
He’d take you out for all day movie marathons, going to play bumper cars, mini golf, you name it – Satoru was down for it. Every date was a meticulously planned out one too, with little to no down time aside from the drive to and from. Perhaps that’s where you would sneak just the littlest pecks on his neck, hear his sighs as he gripped the gear shift of that fancy sports car.
Satoru adored you – and you adored him.
You were all his. There was no one else in the entire world than the boy who could never quite tie that tie on correctly, always just a little crooked for you to straighten out.
Yet with that came you being unreasonably horny all the fucking time, who wouldn’t be with Satoru though? Those long fingers pressing into your waist, the way that bulge pressed between your thighs, plump lips slipping up your throat. Every time it even got just a little close, maybe you were grinding so good that you were about to cum from that – he paused it.
Wearing a cute, bashful little smile on his face, fogged up, thick rimmed glasses – murmuring sweetheart in a voice that’s designed to make your pussy drip, and you feel like a complete pervert for wanting to beg for more. God, imagining his cock in your throat alone had you desperate and needy, let alone having him filling you, pumping you full, taking you first.
Maybe you are a pervert, truly.
You’ve tried so hard to be patient, you want him to want it as badly as you do, but every time you’re making out with your boyfriend – the top of the dean’s list and ultimate dungeon master for DnD – Satoru Gojo?
Every time his big ass hands grip your waist and he drags you down against his length, before he puts a pause on it?
You can’t even think about it.
You’re pumping your fingers in your needy cunt just thinking about it after every damn date with this boy. Whining out in your bed with your hips bucking up, gasps escaping your lips desperately in your empty room. Pumping faster and faster until you’ve got that sticky release all over your hand.
It’s almost as if you have this sort of ritual now, before you see your boyfriend and right after/.
Your rose toy is probably fucking tired of you.
As if you don’t you ache so damn bad around him it’s painful, hard not to shamelessly hump his thigh till you cum. No, the toy? This takes the edge off just a bit, but even the way you moan his name in your sleep is endlessly hilarious to your poor roommates that have to hear you between the walls of your off campus apartment.
“Still a virgin?” Utahime asked with a laugh when you had woken up this morning, getting ready to see Satoru.
“Not by choice,” you grumble, shaking your head and grabbing a coffee pod from the little rack, popping your favorite inside and pressing the on button. The aroma hits immediately, waking your tired brain.
You’d had the filthiest damn dream of him fucking your tits, cock sliding up and down in messy strokes that had you needing a damn shower right now.
You’re just perpetually ovulating.
Satoru is the perfect boyfriend, truly he is. He’s sweet, he’s a gentleman despite his blue eyes and where they glance too long. Mostly, he cares. You’ve fallen so in love with him so quickly over these past few months, but every time you think that things might progress, Satoru stops it. Gently lifting you up off his lap and sighing, kissing his way up your jaw, his snowy lashes tickling your cheek.
‘Sweetheart, let’s pause this,’ he would murmur those words all sweet and sultry against your skin after almost sucking on those nipples that just stay hard around this man, instead hovering a breath away so it ghosts your tits. Those huge hands brushing just underneath them.
It’s torture, really.
‘Oh, okay Toru,’ you’d whisper back, he’d moan and kiss up your neck, breaths tickling your skin. ‘Mnh…’
‘You’re so beautiful, god look at you.’
It was just wrong to talk to you like that!
“You poor baby. At least you have your toy collection,” Shoko teases, sneaking in and brushing your hair back. “Extensive, too.”
You flip her off, peeking at the phone then and seeing Satoru's name pop up.
Study session?
“Dick session?” She asks, you gasp, as if affronted at such a suggestion.
“I would never assume such a thing!”
You hope so.
*****
It’s not.
No, it’s not a dick session at all.
It really is an actual goddamn study session – both of you were sitting there in Satoru’s living room, his place was far fancier than anywhere, but that came from him being the Dean’s very son. It intimidated you a little at first, but now you’ve grown comfortable, as he made you feel so special.
Today though?
Well, you can’t focus on anything but how badly you’d love to kneel and suck your nerdy boyfriend, his thighs spread wide all slutty.
God his legs are long.
You bet his cock is-
“And this equation?” Satoru teasingly asks you, distracting you from your slutty freaking brain.
You're not even sure what stumbles out of your mouth for an answer, without saying how thick you think the circumference of his cock must be.
That is something you’ve done with your past experiences, and you know you’re good at it. You could easily deep throat a man and you wanted to see his cock so damn bad – could he be a challenge, though?
Your eyes drift down his chest, he peeks at you curiously.
“What’s wrong, sweetheart?” He asks casually, spinning his pen between his fingers and studying you. “Hard question?”
“Um… yeah, a very hard time…”
Stop that! Stop looking at his dick print!
“The question is hard?”
“Uh… the question… yes.” You feel like a damn pervert every time you’re around him, can’t you chill and let things happen when they happen?
He sighs and stands up, stretching his arms up over his head, his abdomen revealed when his dress shirt rides up, showing those little v cuts that make your ovulating brain just a million times worse. It’s like you’re in heat. It's so pathetic right now – maybe you should avoid him till it stops.
“Let’s take a break then.”
“Yeah?”
He chuckles at how eager you are at the thought and comes up to you, leaning down with a hand on each arm of your chair, tilting his head so some of that soft white hair falls over his forehead. You brush a bit of it back and he kisses your palm, lips warm and sweet.
“You’ve been such a good girl, how can I not treat you a bit?” Your heart hammers in your chest, until those next words spill from his lips. “Boba?”
“What? Huh?” You blink as he eases back, pulling up his phone and leaning against the desk. “Boba??”
“Yeah, Boba, I’ll buy you some, I know you love it,” he smiles curiously as you bury your face in your hands. “No Boba? Matcha then?”
“I’m um…” About to cum if he touches you once even. “No, I guess Boba is fine. Thanks Toru.” you manage to say, thighs pressing together, Satoru frowns, kneeling now and gently taking your hands off your face, seeing your blush.
“Are you sick!? You’re all flushed!”
“I’m not-”
“You’re burning,” he touches your cheek in concern, and you almost fucking feel bad – you’re not sick, you’re ovulating. “Baby girl, let’s get you to a doctor right now!"
“No, no I feel fine, I’m not warm because of that,” you shift in your seat and whine out at just that friction. “Promise.”
He frowns and watches you carefully. “You’re hurting, it could be the start of something!”
“Well yeah I hurt,” you sigh as he spreads your thighs and kneels between them, shoving at him. “You’ll make it even worse down there.”
“I’ll make what worse, exactly? Your…” He trails off then, seeing your panties and blushing himself, pink dancing across his high cheekbones and dusting them in that rose. “Y-your… your panties are so… uh… s-soaked and…”
You should freak out at this proximity, at just how much he can finally see of you, but all you can do is whine again, as his eyes shoot back up to yours. “I’m okay, promise.”
“Am I neglecting my pretty girlfriend?” He asks softly, just a little nervous. Satoru has never touched anyone but you, but he’s extensively studied the female anatomy, and how to make you cum.
He just wanted your first time to be perfect.
That’s why he was waiting – the last thing he needed was for you to not enjoy your first time, though he knows you’re a little more experienced than he is – Satoru’s hardly kissed anyone before you. Not because he couldn’t – he just had no interest in that sort of thing until he met you – and even then, he really couldn’t find the damn courage to ask you out forever.
“No I’m being a damn pervert,” you cover your face and he chuckles at that.
“You’re being a what, now?”
You sink into the seat, mumbling. “You heard me.”
He’d been your best friend for so long, thinking there was no chance in the world – always jerking his cock with any article of clothing you’d leave in his room, like a filthy depraved pervert – and you think you were one perverted here?
Does him wanting the timing to be just right making you think that?
Satoru exhales softly, just a hint of what he wants to say slipping from his plump lips.
“What, do you touch your little pussy thinking of me?”
His voice has you lowering your hands, he spreads those thighs and slides up your skirt, making you moan out, head falling back, your hands gripping the arms of the chair even tighter.
“Wha-?” You can’t even finish your damn word.
“Asked you a question, baby.”
“God,” he’s diabolical without knowing – or maybe he does know. You’re trembling as you lean back, letting his thumb brush on your clit and gasping at the touch, already getting slick from a brush on your skin. “What question?”
“Not paying attention, tsk,” he clicks his tongue and his teeth nip your inner thigh, sinking in and making you whine out. “Do you touch her?”
“Y-yes,” he hums a bit, tugging your panties up until your lips are visible, that dark spot growing as slick starts pouring. “Please…”
“Be patient, baby,” he leans back now, smirking at you. “Show me?”
“Are you sure you…”
“Please? I wanna see so bad,” you blush now, you masturbate sure – but not in front of people! “I’ll show you?”
“Show me you um… jerking off?”
“Yeah, I mean… yeah?” You sigh a bit.
“Toru…”
“Mmm?”
“Why don’t I um… suck you?” He is bright red now, he’s almost busting just thinking of your mouth – that won’t do. His first blow job and he busts in one go!? No, Satoru has to jerk it three times before he gets the privilege of fucking your pretty little mouth, of feeling your pink tongue on him.
“Not yet.”
“Not yet? But you’re so hard,” you giggle and tease him with your foot nudging his thigh, he glares and catches it, shoving it wide. “Not yet, then. So you just wanna see me touch myself?”
“God yes, dreamed of that since…” He trails off then, he doesn’t want to admit just how long he’s jerked off to you, because it was before you even knew who Satoru Gojo was. “Lemme see.”
“Okay…” you lean back, running your fingertips over your panties, slipping underneath and leaning your head back, eyes fluttering shut, hearing Satoru’s soft little whine. “Toru…”
“Fuck,” he thought he could handle this, but he’s utterly failing, he can’t even see your pretty pussy and he’s already throbbing, leaking so much pre it hurts, sticking to his brand new digimon boxers. “You’re s’pretty, sweetheart.”
You blush as you look at him with dazed eyes, running little circles right around your puffy clit, coated in hot slick as it dribbles out of your panties. He swipes some of it on his fingers, studying it carefully, his tongue going to lap at it, moaning as the sweetness coats his tongue.
“Oh you’re t-tasting me,” it makes you needier, until you have to plunge two fingers inside your messy, quivering hole, that loud squelch echoing in your ears. He’s gripping your thigh with one hand bruising until you cry out.
“Fuck, so s-sorry… baby I hurt… y-you…”
“No, no, like it,” he moans and puts his hand back on your thigh, squeezing again so hard it aches. He's jerking his cock faster, whining out when he sees your slick fingers pull out of your panties. You press your cum soaked fingers to his lips and he eagerly wraps them around, sucking them off. “Toru…”
“So sweet, my pretty girlfriend,” his glasses fog up when he leans down, licking your inner thigh that is trembling, sliding higher until his tongue is on you – but it's not on your skin, it's on the soaked cotton of your panties.
“Fuck…” he moans as he gets those juices that are spilling through the fabric, his and squeezing his own cock as your thighs sit over his shoulders.
“More, please,” you're tugging at his hair so hard it hurts, bucking up your hips for more. “I need you, please.”
“Such a needy girlfriend,” he murmurs, thumb circling his drooling tip, looking up at you with desperation in his pretty blue eyes. “You want me to lick it more for you?”
Your answer is a little nod, even having him lick you over your panties is more than you've ever had done, and fuck it feels good. Sinful as he trails a long, slow stripe over the fabric, the tip stopping right over your twitchy clit, his moan is muffled against the damp cotton.
“Toru!” He's lost in your scent, in that taste, the little hints of lace decorating your panties rough against his tongue, the sound is fucking filthy.
Satoru tugs those panties up more firmly, strings of gossamer saliva dripping and dissolving, peering up at you with flushed cheeks. “Like that, baby? Is this what you were thinking about instead of studying?”
Your only answer is to nod quickly, a jerky little motion as he sees those puffy lips just swallowing the damp material. He swipes his tongue over and over, the heat and wetness of his mouth making your entire body tremble. You feel it heating up, hearing the messy sounds of his own cock fucking his fist, wishing it were your throat instead.
"Oh god, Toru," you whimper out it so pathetically, your hands tangling in his soft white hair, fluffy and silky underneath your touch, trying to pull him closer, to shove his face where you need it. “Not enough, mnh!”
He chuckles against your puffy cunt, the vibration and the quick lave of his tongue have you on edge. Pulse racing as he had the audacity to tease you, landing a wet smack on your cunt that had you pathetic.
"Ah - ah," he clicks his tongue, catching your wrists in one of his stupidly large hands and pinning them against your waist, smirking at you in a way that's utterly not dirty at all. "No touching yet, sweetheart. I'm taking my time with you."
“Meanie,” he chuckles again, but you love it – feeling that strength as he grips you so tight. “My panties are ruined, Toru.”
“Mmm. Yes they are,” he tugs them again, looking at how wet the material is, just a pathetic little scrap of fabric with your juices pouring.
Instead of showing you mercy and moving them, he just presses them further against you again, tongue shoving that fabric until it's flush with your needy clit, you swear you can feel his tastebuds as that tongue drags through the fabric, pausing everywhere that has you jerking and honing in.
Like this nerdy boy is studying you.
Oh. He is.
He's methodical, almost clinical with his research of your needy, clothed cunt just separated by this pathetic little piece of fabric, his tongue pressing more firmly against your soppy lil hole. She is pulsing around nothing, torturous strokes, pressing his fingers up and down, you're hot and sticky underneath his touch.
“Toru!” Your wrists are still pinned, his cock forgotten even though it's dripping down onto the soft, plush rug below his knees. Satoru finds your clit again and looks up under snowy lashes, you watch the drips of slick connect with that wickedly long tongue.
“Mmm. I bet I could see myself inside you,” he whispers, you suck in a breath at that, as if he is measuring the distance of your entrance to your belly button, easing your wrists to tug up your top, nipping your puffy lips over the fabric. “Scientifically.”
“Then experiment, scientifically.” He chuckles like the little shit he is, finding your clit once more, a hand pressing where he imagines his cock would bulge out.
“You are so needy f'me, s'pretty like this,” his words slur as he wraps his plump lips around your twitchy clit, barely concealed and swollen underneath the cotton material that is dripping wet. He pulls it in his mouth and sucks it hard through your panties, humming against you.
You're aching, cunt filling his hungry mouth as your hands land back on his hair, his movements making you cry out and buck your hips against his mouth for more.
“So sweet right now, god, look at that…”
Satoru is so close to cumming when he grabs his cock at the base again, squeezing so goddamn hard – he could almost bet that if he felt your cunt without the fabric, he'd spurt his white ropes everywhere.
Make a mess of you.
“Mnh. You close, sweetheart?”
Your answer is a jerky little nod, as he keeps torturing you with this fucking barrier, his teeth grazing that tiny clit ever so lightly through the fabric, making you scream out, your head falling back. Your panties are absolutely ruined now, utterly transparent with your slick and his spit coating them, your sweet little cries rushing through his ears.
Satoru? Well, he laps at the mess he's making happily, his tongue coating the entire area in circles that deliberately avoid that spot until you're twitching, tears falling down your cheeks.
"Such a messy girl," he moans out those words, eyes black when they peek up at you, his voice husky as your slick clings to his lips. "Soaking these pretty little panties f’me.”
“Please, Toru… move ‘em please,” he smirks and decides to have mercy on you, tugging them to the side of one of your lips and exhaling, watching the slick drool and spill down. You gasp as the air hits your cunt, already aching and needy, the dampness making it a cool shock.
“Fuck, you're so pretty,” he murmurs, his cock just about to bust without his touch, he glides his tongue from your ass all the way to your clit, looking right up at you. “Is this what you were thinking of, hmm? My tongue inside you?”
“Your cock, too,” he chuckles against you, but just a couple more flicks has you close, as he spreads your cunt wide, studying your every expression.
“Look at that. My slutty little girlfriend.”
Satoru is trying his best to hold it together, but when his tongue glides into your gummy walls and they grip him, he's too far gone, slurping up every bit of the cum that just pours out. You shatter so damn pretty, squirting all over his face, dripping down his chin until it's glossy, his cock starts pulsing right with your hole, imagining her milking him.
“F-fuckk….”
“Toru, mnh! S'good I… please…” You’re overheated, body sensitive, it’s just not enough, even with his tongue lavishing every bit of your pussy.
Not enough.
“Please what, baby? Mnh,” he grips his veiny cock as he cums with his tongue on your clit, more of your mess drenching his throat, his face, his shirt. His white ropes coat his hand, lashes fluttering shut as he savors your jumping clit in his mouth, whining against you.
“Want your cock in my mouth, Toru please…” he exhales, breath making you jolt, looking up at you with a blush.
“I um…” he leans back on his knees and you see the mess, blushing at it.
“I didn't touch you though…”
“Didn't need to,” he's clearly a little embarrassed, you take his cum soaked hand then – dripping white – and wrap your mouth around one of his thick fingers. “Oh fuck…”
You suck him right off, tasting that salty white substance and moaning as it hits your taste buds. Satoru pulls back and laps it off his own fingers, before kissing you right with it, the mess spilling between your mouths and dripping down.
Satoru Gojo – your nerdy boyfriend with an insane Digimon collection was a fucking freak, greedily drinking his own cum off your mouth.
You’re trembling when the door knocks, and you faintly remember that he has ordered you boba. He’s the epitome of a perfect boyfriend after that, considerate, caring, cleaning the little rivulets of your own release from your inner thighs – you’re stuck back on the opposite side of the bed, cuddling him and watching a movie.
Satoru even has the audacity to snore after, heavy body wrapping as you ache to get filled by him – at least the movie was so damn boring you drift off right next to him.
****
“I’m gonna die a virgin,” you mumble to Shoko and Utahime the next weekend, aside from more heated kisses and grinding on Satoru’s thigh after your well planned out dates – nothing.
You’re aching.
How much use could your rose toy really see!? And now you even have two more toys going along with it, though you doubt any of them are getting close to Satoru and how good he must feel. No ‘clit sucker’ could come close to what that nerdy little mouth could do.
“You look like you’re dying, girl, damn…” Utahime earns your glare. “Is it that bad?”
“He finally got me off and…” You blush now, unable to finish your sentence, remembering his tongue drinking up your juices.
“Does he know what a clit is?”
“Very much so, it was so good.”
They look surprised.
“You all have no clue, he really was,” Shoko laughs at that, leaning back and hitting the vape, handing it over to you. “No, no.”
“You need a smoke, sweets,” you grimace, brushing your hair back, pacing back and forth as the two girls watch you, snuggling with each other. “You’re pacing holes in the carpet.”
“I can’t handle this, I just… god I wanna suck his dick, is it so terrible? He hasn’t even let me touch it. I sound like a horny ass man, I hate it. I wanna respect him, I really do.”
“You wanna respect him with his cock in your throat?” Shoko finishes.
“Yes. I mean!? I will respect him without the cock in my mouth! You two are menaces.”
They’re laughing like the brats they are, blowing smoke in each other’s mouths, you damn near moan in frustration. Satoru’s gotten you off that one time, then since then he has gone right back to worshipping you in the sweet way he always did, as if you’ll what – forget about his tongue?
His stupidly long fingers…
The cum on your tongue that you lapped right off!?
The taste.
“Ugh -” you lean back and sink further into the couch. “I really am gonna die.”
“Can’t die, we’ve got that party tonight,” Utahime teases, kissing Shoko’s lips and giggling just a bit, you pout at the two of them.
In public Satoru would kiss your hand at best.
Where on earth even had that freak come from that spit his cum in your mouth last week!? He’s all gone again – the pocket protector wearing Nerd Gojo in his place, like some twin fucking took over for a minute.
“I can’t go to a party and get drunk, I’ll make a fool of myself around him, one drink and my pussy has a mind of its own…” You finally sit down, plopping back into the seat. “I feel like a pervert.”
“You are! Let’s just call you fucking pervy Sage.”
“Hey!” You glare at Utahime, Shoko is inhaling another puff of smoke, you cough just a bit.
“Hah – Sanji from One-”
“Don’t even!? I’m not that bad,” you huff at her, frowning now. “I swear I'm not trying to be pervy. God, what is in this weed?”
“Hmm,” Shoko tugs Utahime on her lap. “I wonder if he's scared you'll like … bite his dick.”
“You're so fucking mean,” you cough a little more, eyes watering as you scowl at the two of them.
“Look slutty, like really slutty,” Shoko walks up now, tilting your chin up and crooking her lips up at the corner. “Something that screams – fuck me.”
“He licked my panties and didn’t even…”
“Really slutty,” Utahime agrees, tapping her chin. “Ooh! I know, I have the perfect outfit in mind, that little black dress of yours.”
“But it’s too small for me now! It’s from like high school, and thanks to you two cooking all the time, my hips-”
“Exactly.”
“Exactly what? Oh…”
You trail off now, realizing what everyone knew – that Satoru loves your hips, he grabbed on to them every chance he got, even when he was just a little bit shy.
“Okay…”
They kiss again in front of you, laughing a bit, making you lovesick for your man – your nerdy man who you wish would kiss you in that way, tongues all dripping. It’s not even fair.
“All lovey dovey, fuck you both.”
They’re so hot and rude laughing at you – you decide to just disappear, you don’t need your hot ass best friends making out in front of you when you’re already in pain from the constant edging from Satoru. You are rushing to your room and trying on outfit after outfit, before finally deciding on the exact fucking one they brought up.
You would look as sexy as you could and hopefully get your boyfriend to not be able to resist you.
But also you’ll respect his decision, dammit! You can wait as long as he wants to, even if you were absolutely gonna put your tits and ass out there for him. Looking in the mirror and touching up your lipstick, swiping a finger across your lower lip to smudge it just a tad.
“Oh damn you look hot, Sanji,” Utahime says when you come out.
“I am not Sanji.”
“You are.”
“Fuck you both!”
*****
Satoru can’t keep his damn eyes off you.
Fuck you’re pretty tonight.
That damn little black dress clinging to your skin is fucking ruining Satoru’s mind, brain short circuiting as the two of you navigate the insanely packed frat house, one of his hands on the small of your back protectively. People are all bumping into everyone, stumbling around, absolutely no chance he lets someone hurt you by accident.
Moreso, Satoru Gojo can’t get his fucking hands off you, no, he can feel your warmth right through the thin layer of cotton material, fingers splaying across it. He reminds himself in his head over and over just what a horrible thing it would be to fucking take your first time at a frat party, even as he has to adjust his cock, turning from you to face the wall for a moment.
“Everything okay, Toru?” You ask softly, hand on his back, he laughs, a fake and terrible attempt at being normal, turning right back around to you.
“Me!? Yes, yes. Do you need a drink, babydoll?” He asks.
The music kicks on as he speaks, and all you can see are his plump lips forming words, ringing from how damn loud they’re blaring the worst dance music known to man. “What!!”
“A drink!!”
“Huh?”
“A DRINK-”
The music pauses for just a minute, switching to something else but leaving multiple people to stare at Nerdy Gojo shouting.
You blink a bit at his shouting, he swears he’ll kill Suguru and Nanami for having the audacity to fucking laugh at him and his pain. Them smoking weed earlier and trying to give him every tip known to man on how to bury said tip right against that surely cute little cervix.
As if Satoru hadn’t studied extensively.
“Yes, please,” you smile all pretty, letting him guide you through, he just about loses it from the sheer amount of eyes locked onto you, gripping you just a little too tight, feeling the curve of those breedable hips underneath his fingertips.
Imagine having them bent over, his hands fit so perfect-
No, he can make it another night, a dumb frat party was not the time or place for something so precious as your first time. Even if you smell that good, and you’re dancing all over him, giggling, your ass brushing right against where his cock has tented his dark jeans.
Your drink in one hand, the other in his as he pulls you against him, for a nerdy boy, Gojo can absolutely move his body. You feel so goddamn good against him, with your waist in his grip now, his lips pressed against your ear – he can inhale that sweet scent you just naturally fucking have.
That’s when he realizes he’s about to cum if your ass rubs up on his cock one more damn time with those heels making you tall enough, he could bend you over and slide it right in. God he bets you’re so wet too.
Satoru has to pull back, making you blink just a bit in confusion, he downs the rest of his drink, smiling apologetically.
“Bathroom, sweetheart.”
“Oh, um… okay, want me to-”
Satoru runs the fuck off.
Maybe you’re doing too much, shit… you were absolutely grinding all up on Satoru because you were craving him so bad. You needed to give him more time! If the roles were reversed, you know he would, even if he may want to as badly as you do. Going to pour yourself a shot, you throw it back and let your eyes shut, sighing just a bit as it burns your throat.
You need to ease up and let Satoru take his time, even if you have to press your thighs together to resist the needy urge of rubbing your cunt on anything right now.
Maybe you are fucking Sanji.
*****
Satoru’s leaned back on the door, unzipping his pants and seeing his reddened cockhead, and just how fucking swollen it is. He’s jerking his cock desperately, whimpering out as the door gets knocked on, banged on in fact by fucking Sukuna of all people.
“Gotta take a piss man, stop jerking it.”
“I’m not!? I’m pissing right now – w-wait,” Satoru is jerking it of course, but how dare Sukuna call him out on it. Dickhead fratboy that he is, he’s chuckling outside of the door, but none of it is getting rid of Satoru’s throbbing erection.
He’s just way too needy, too sensitive, he can see his reflection in the mirror – those flushed pink cheeks. Sukuna thankfully fucks off, but Satoru can't even cum with just his hand, not when he knows your little fist would feel so much better, when your mouth and pussy would grip him.
No, Satoru is left tortured.
*****
You are alone for some time, concerned if he was somehow drunk or sick when the leader of the frat – the slutty ass, pink haired jock named Sukuna comes up to you, sipping his cup and flickering his red eyes up and down your face.
“Hmm, Gojo left you all alone?”
“And?” You scoff, rolling your eyes at him now, he smirks just a bit, leaning close. “He’s busy. Okay?”
“Mmm… yeah,” he peeks over his shoulder now, then looks right back down at you. “So.”
“So, what?”
He grins all big. “Wanna play beer pong?”
“Beer pong?”
“Mhm,” he tugs at a little lock of your hair. “Bet I stomp your ass at it. Look like such a good girl.”
“Hah you think I've never been to a party!?”
“Never seen you before aside from with your nerdy lover boy,” he pours you a drink now and inclines his head.
“I've partied, just… usually me and Toru are busy.”
He snorts at that.
So busy your boyfriend is jerking his cock in the bathroom.
“I see, so busy, huh?”
“Yes but…” you curse now, shaking your head. Satoru has been gone fifteen minutes and won't answer a text, a game of beer pong wouldn't hurt. “Fine then.”
It doesn’t take long until there is an entire gathering of people to watch you absolutely annihilate Ryomen Sukuna in beer pong, to the point he is fucking furious. You're landing the pong ball in every cup, decimating the entire frat at a certain point, giggling as you study them, down to the last shot, against Sukuna again.
“Beginners luck or some shit,” he’s fucking furious – you swear you see his vein ticking underneath his jaw.
Satoru is still not here.
You’re worried but you’re also enjoying the cheers, especially when you land that last one, giggling as the frat brothers who were talking all that shit about the nerdy girlfriend of Satoru moments before are now staring in disbelief. With one final, perfect arc, the ball splashes into the last cup.
It really is beginner's luck.
But.
Also, fuck Sukuna.
"Damn, girl!" someone yells, and you take a little bow, rubbing it right in Sukuna’s face now, who is slamming down the rest of his beer.
Surely he drank enough to get annihilated – but somehow still standing just normal, big ass man has some insane tolerance because those eyes look completely aware.
"Guess I'm not such a good girl after all, huh?" you tease Sukuna, who's standing there looking down at you, setting the cup down and crushing it.
“Hmmm,” his red eyes dilate just a bit as he steps closer to you, suddenly making you feel just a bit nervous.
Satoru hates Sukuna.
It’s well known, since high school the two of them have been overcompetitive and absolutely insane against each other. He’d be fucking furious if he saw you anywhere near him at all. You peek and see him across the crowd then, getting a text from Shoko blinging on your phone.
He’s really mad.
He is.
You get another text now from Utahime, biting down on your lower lip.
Make him jealous and maybe you’ll get dicked down, Sanji.
“I’m not Sanji,” Sukuna raises a brow, lips twitching. “I’m not.”
“Sanji? Who the fuck is that?”
“One piece?”
“Nerd – hey, wait,” you’re turning and he grabs your wrist for just a moment. “Shit, I mean… you’re right, you’re not a good girl, huh?”
“I sure beat your ass,” you say, pausing when he reaches out, his fingers surprisingly gentle as they brush a stray piece of hair back from your face, rough knuckles brushing against your cheek for a second too long.
"You did, you're full of surprises, brat.”
“Brat? Whatever…”
You can feel Satoru’s eyes on you – you’d pull back, but part of you wonders if making him jealous would bring that freak out that spit cum in your mouth – maybe you are a brat. You sip your drink, remaining normal.
“I’m dating Satoru, you’re too close.”
“Would nerdy ass Satoru know what to do, how to handle your ass?” He taunts, your eyes narrow, his laugh echoing despite the music as your boyfriend starts shoving his way through. “Show you that digimon collection?”
“I’m very pleased, thank you.”
“You look like you need to get your attitude fucked right out of you,” your fingers itch to slap him now. “If he fucks up, you know where to find me.”
“No thank you, I- Toru!”
Satoru is between you and Sukuna, shoving him off and glaring right at him – perhaps the two tallest men at the party right face to face, Sukuna’s smirk making Satoru want to punch him.
“Why are you so close to my future wife?”
“Wife?” You blush and he glares at you.
“Yes, and baby momma – but you’re being a brat,” he whispers, Sukuna snorts at that.
“She is a brat.”
“You can’t call her that,” he shoves the big ass man and takes your hand now. “She has better shit to do than talk to you.”
“Aw, but we were having fun,” Satoru is dragging you away, you blink just a bit, almost scowling at Sukuna who blows you a kiss.
What a dick.
BUT.
Satoru is fuming, and he’s hot.
You’re so toxic!
“What’s wrong, Toru? I was just playing some beer pong,” you say all innocently, as he drags you past everyone, you’re struggling to keep up with his long strides. “Um… what’s wrong?”
“What’s wrong!? Hah,” he’s laughing, psychotic and feral like you turned on a switch in his brain, when he finally starts getting some privacy. “Everything.”
“I don’t get it…”
“He was hitting on you,” Satoru yanks you away in the center of the party, you barely bite back your giggle at how excited you are to see him this way, looking ever so serious when he glares down at you.
Maybe you are evil, loving how mad he is, how jealous he is when he presses you against the hallway wall on the other side of the party, you can feel the music humming through the walls, but not as fast as your heart is racing looking up at your blue eyed boyfriend. Blue eyed angry boyfriend.
This isn't sweet Satoru at all, no – he's completely fucking unhinged, his chest rising and falling with his quickened breaths, cupping your face and jerking your chin to look up at him.
“You think he was?” You ask softly, making him raise a brow. “I thought he was just… being nice?”
You make him laugh without humor now, thumb brushing across your lip. “Are you being bratty, sweetheart? Teasing me, making me jealous?”
“What? No,” you straight up fucking lie to his face, batting your lashes all innocent and cute, but you can tell my that little smirk he doesn’t buy any of it for shit right now.
“No?”
“No, I was just talking, Toru. Isn't that fine?” You trail your hands up his chest, wrapping your fingers around to hook behind his neck, tugging him down to face you. “It’s fine for me to make friends, isn’t it?”
“Not when he's looking at these pretty tits,” he cups one, making you suck in a breath – your needy boyfriend is never this bold. “They're not his to look at.”
“Oh?” You lean forward now, tip toeing as he leans low, thumb brushing over a nipple, making it perk up for his touch. “Are they yours? Yours to look at?”
He’s losing it, his pulse hammering behind his ears, in his wrists, everywhere was hammering, his mouth practically salivating as he cups that tit right where anyone can see, big hand squishing it. You gasp out at the sensation, your lashes fluttering closed, little whines mingling against his lips.
“Yes, mine, every inch of you is mine,” Satoru shakes his head now with a soft laugh. “He thought he could dance with you. Kiss your lips? Lips that are mine.”
“All yours,” you open your eyes and giggle again, earning his scowl. “Sorry you're just so cute like this.”
Satoru blinks.
“Oh, I’m cute?”
You go to press a kiss when he snatches you up in one swoop, you gasp and wrap your arms around his neck now. Thighs trembling as he carries you to some room he finds, stumbling you in and shoving you right against the door.
“You think I'm cute,” he presses his cock against your slick heat, slutty little panties practically ruined for him, grinding his cock until you're gasping out. “Well I think that you're a brat.”
You gasp. “Me?”
Two people calling you that.
Well… maybe you are.
“You are bratty, with those pretty fucking lips,” he's kissing you filthy, tongues dancing, saliva dripping between you both, easing you down so that you slide against his body achingly slow. “Maybe I should shut your bratty mouth up.”
Oh fuck.
“Yes please?” He glares at your big fucking grin.
“On your knees then, sweetheart,” you so eagerly obey, he laughs softly, his heart hammering in his chest, a mix of being utterly furious, nervous about his first time, and dumbstruck by the sight of your heart eyes. “Look at you, bein’ such a good girl – but are you really that desperate to suck me?”
“Please yes,” you have no shame – all you want is Satoru’s cock deep and buried in the back of your throat. “If you want though! C-consent.”
“As if I haven’t wanted this for years,” he shakes his head and tilts your chin up, sighing. “I wanted to do it all perfect, to lick and kiss every inch, worship your body until you were writhing, so fucking needy for it.”
Satoru unclicks his belt, the metallic click hitting your ears. “Mnh… years?”
"Years," he repeats softly, unbuttoning his jeans entirely too slow for you, you go to move your hands and he halts them with a little smack, you bite down on your lip, aching. “Hands on your thighs, you’ll listen to me for once, since you’ve been driving me so fucking crazy.”
“Me, making you crazy, really,” you do as he says though – eagerly – palms on your thighs, he laughs a bit, the sound of his zipper lowering echoing in the room even with the reverberating walls.
“You know every time you drag that messy cunt on me it ruins me, right?” He draws out that word, sighing now. "Every time you wore those little skirts and bent over, every time you'd bite your lip while concentrating…”
Satoru drags a thumb down your lip now, achingly slow against the plumpness that moves underneath it, your teeth nip on his thumb teasingly, and then you let him push your mouth open.
“Open real wide, sweetheart,” you do just that, and he can’t help but whimper as he presses down on your tongue, as if he’s studying the recesses of your open, eager mouth. “Wider, can’t you? For me?”
You listen eagerly, opening wide and fucking obscene, your tongue out for any bit of him he wants to give you, core just aching.
“Fuck, I've imagined this exact moment."
Satoru won’t tell you just how long he has, either, he swallows – just a bit nervous now.
“Suck,” you suck his digits, slurping them and moaning around them, imagining his cock instead, loving how dominant he’s being. “Stop.”
You obey, making him raise a brow.
“You like me tellin’ you what to do? Is that why you got me so fucking mad, so jealous, to have you listen?”
“Yeah,” you whisper, as he shoves his jeans down, and the hard, thick length of his bugle strains against the thin fabric of his boxers. “Pokemon? You traitor!”
“I can’t wait to shut your mouth up tonight,” you giggle at that, Satoru sighs and frowns at them, brushing your hair back a bit. “They were a gift, okay?”
“I’ll buy you digimon ones.”
“God, you’re so perfect,” you’re still giggling, when he gently smacks your face – the lightest little touch that has you almost moaning. “Open up again, yeah? Be a good girl, baby.”
“Mmm, yes,” you nod your head, doing just as he says – the side of freaky Satoru you only saw hints of last week when he’d lavished your panties with his long tongue.
“You got me jealous on purpose, yeah? Wore that slutty outfit to fucking ruin me, wanted cock in your throat that bad? Got me fucking leaking so much… fuck…”
Your answer is to keep that mouth open, leaning forward as you lap your tongue along the damp spot where his pre cum has already soaked through, right over a traitorous yellow pikachu. You’ll make more fun of that later, right now he’s jerking his hips, hissing at the drag of your cute lil tongue on him.
“Fuck…” You’re teasing him just like he did you – licking and sucking his tip over the damp cotton of his boxers. “Act so sweet and you’re evil, shouldn’t feel that good through that… mmm…”
Satoru’s letting you suck around his fat cockhead, slurping every bit of his white cum from it, tongue lolling right along that slit over and over.
“Torturing me back?”
“Yep,” you lick your lips, making him sigh, shaking his head now.
“Go on then, take what’s all yours…" his voice is low, hoarse damn near as he for the very first time pulls his cock out, letting it spring free, slapping against his lower abdomen with a loud, wet smack. “Can you fit all of it?”
You knew he’d be big.
You didn’t know he’d be that big, with his jeans undone all slutty, his pokemon boxers shoved down – his cock is perfect, just the right amount of thick and entirely too fucking long, with a prominent pale blue vein running along the underside. You’re literally drooling as he strokes it right in front of you, the head flushed a deep, pretty pink as it leaks white.
You’re soaked, fucking ruined.
“I can.”
You cannot.
Maybe?
You will try!
“Go on then, sweetheart, lemme see how good you can take all of me,” he chuckles as you lean forward without hesitation, pressing a soft, open-mouthed kiss to the tip. “Teasin’ me more?”
You lap your tongue up, keeping your hands right where he asked you too, sliding underneath so you hit that frenum. His sharp inhale is met with his huge hand tugging in your hair so hard it hurts, pulling at the hairs on the nape of your neck.
“Fuck… greedy lil mouth,” he’s damn near slurring his words when you swirl your little tongue around the head, lapping up the salty taste of his cock underneath, brushing along that vein. He whimpers out when you wrap your lips around it and suck. “Oh my… f-fuck…”
Satoru loses it the first time you really suck his cock, his hand coming to rest on the back of your head, pushing you down further as his other hand rests on the doorway, beginning to move so that he’s choking you. You’re whining out, aching to touch your cunt so bad you slide your fingers down.
“So desperate,” he tuts his tongue, fucking your throat now, his cock slamming the back of it as tears spill. “B-baby, is this s’okay?”
You pull back as he does, with a wet, filthy pop, grinning. “I want it, all the way deep in my throat, Toru, I can take it.”
“You can take all of it in that tiny lil’ throat? When she’s this tight?” He whispers, your nod makes him glare now. “Have you done this?”
You blink a bit. “Yes?”
“Then I’ll fuck your throat so hard you’ll forget anything but me,” he takes you over now, slamming deep inside, you’re whimpering as one of his feet spread your thighs, and you’re soaking his black boot. “That’s it, rutting on my boot and taking cock like a little slut, hmm?”
“Mnhgh…” you’re done for, this is exactly what you needed, him railing your throat until you can’t think, until you’re gagging and tears are spilling.
“Look at me,” he orders softly, you do just that as he presses deep, sniffling as you try to take all of him, he hisses as he feels his tip stretching that tight throat, his Adam's apple bobbing. “You know I fucking love you? And respect you?”
You giggle around him and he glares.
“You have to know if I’m gonna say all this,” you pull back again, fingers all coated in your slick, gliding it along his sticky tip.
“I know you love me, Toru. I love you…” He sighs, touching your cheek. “I love you talking to me this way, you could be meaner.”
“Oh? Fuck my frustration on your throat?”
“Please?”
“You’re ruining me,” he mumbles, slamming right back inside, now that he knows you’re okay, he can lose control, see how much you can take, as you grind on that shoe, nails now pressing in the muscles of his thighs, jeans slipping down. “Want our first time to really be right against this door? Shove your slutty skirt up and ruin your cunt for fuckin’ anyone?”
God, Satoru’s sexy like this, fogged glasses and all.
Your answer is to take him all the way, your nose brushing against the white hair, the tufts of it tickling your nose, he’s stuttering now, unable to stop himself from fucking faster, harder, the wet sounds mixing with his whines. He doesn’t hold them back, either, every time he does he feels a fresh gush of wetness even over that leather, he can see it shimmering as he pulls back and slaps his cock on your mouth.
“Slutty girl, this all f’me, huh? Not that fucking loser downstairs?”
“All you.”
“Hold that tongue out,” you do just that, and Satoru slaps his tip on your tongue over and over, as you keep grinding on him. “Can’t believe you’re this much of a pretty little whore, god I thought you were a good girl?”
“Toru… please…”
“Please what?” You just keep rubbing. “Desperate, fuck… stand up.”
You can hardly do that when he helps you by tugging you up, spitting directly in your mouth, you swallow it greedily, earning his pathetic moan as he turns you, shoving you against that door. “Mnh!”
“Stop me before I fill all your fucking holes with cum,” he’s kissing down your neck, his glasses cool against your neck, whines escaping his lips as he shoves that slutty lil dress up the gentle curve of your hip. “All of them, I’ll have your cunt drippin’, your throat full, fuck that ass while I’m at it.”
“Mngh, please, please,” it’s all you can do but to arch.
“That needy?” He’s tugging your panties to the side, dragging his tip up and down over and over, moans escaping his lips when he bends down, turning your face to him. “First time in a frat house against a door? You’re so wet do I even need to finger you right now?”
“Already did,” you answered, he laughs, shaking his head and kissing you, rubbing even more, teasing your slit with the fat head of his cock until you’re weak, your thighs shaking. “Please, please….”
“Please what, fuck your cunt for the first time? That’s what you’ve been wanting, me to lose it, huh?”
“Yeah,” he scoffs, teasing even more, mouth messy and mean as he bumps your clit, until you squirt right down his length, dripping all down the carpet.
Sukuna’s carpet – it’s his room you faintly notice, as you see the little pictures on the walls.
You wonder if Satoru meant that.
“Squirting already, haven’t even fucked you yet,” he pulls back and bends down, slamming his cock so deep you scream out, head falling back as he tugs your hair, making your ass arch out as he fills you. “Oh my g-god… baby…”
“Toru,” he lets you adjust to his thickness, the very first time your cunt has ever been filled – and this wasn’t how he wanted to do it.
He wanted to stretch you out – one finger, two, then three – but you’re so soaked you suck him right in. Such a tight, perfect fit he can hardly take it, bending down to press sweet kisses on your bare shoulders, easing back and shoving in again, taking your hand and placing it on your tummy, pressing so you feel it all.
“Feel me here?” He asks softly, desperately – worried for a moment with how tight you are that he’s hurt you, but your answer is to look back at him with those slutty, parted lips and dilated eyes, nodding. “Who’s inside you?”
“You, Toru.” you answer, cunt spasming as she’s already close, his body overtaking you, wrapping and tugging, shoving even deeper.
“Who’s first?”
“You.”
“Who’s gonna make this cunt stretch out?”
“Y-you and… ah!”
“Mine, mine… fuck you’re all mine,” Satoru gave you that minute to adjust, a last mercy before your nerdy boyfriend fucking loses his mind. “Mine, this pretty body, this perfect pussy… you… mine…”
“Yours,” you whisper it over and over as Satoru fucks your messy cunt, even though it’s hard to take, you’re so full it feels perfect, letting his hand wrap your throat, fingers pressing on either side of your windpipe. “Ah!”
“Hah – such a perfect fit, made f’me,” he’s fucking you so deep you feel him everywhere, cock gliding in and out of your sticky, gummy walls, fucking you so goddamn messy it's dripping down between your thighs. “B-babyyy…”
You arch for more when he pulls out of your cunt with a filthy squelch and you whine from the loss. “Back in, please…”
He lifts and carries you to the bed, thighs shoved wide, feral now as he shoves back inside and sees himself moving inside you. Every slick glide smoothing your puffy cervix, until she is bruised and aching, that dress shoved higher, panties tugged firmly to the side. He uses both to move in you, laughing as you gasp out, as your thighs tremble.
“Aw, is it too much, sweetheart? Too deep?”
Feral Satoru is here, mixed with sweet Toru, but his cock is anything but sweet – the way it stretches you out, fucking ruins you, pummels your cunt so deep you’re about to cum all over his length, already sensitive.
“Mhm!”
“Full of me?”
“Nghhhh…”
You don't know how the fuck else to answer, it all is entirely too much, the way he can see his cock print, his insane laugh, those blue eyes glittering with the frames fallen off. So blue it hurts to look at, eyes almost threatening to close.
“Nuh-uh, eyes on me, that's it,” Satoru keeps pumping into your cunt, leaning up to shove your thighs against your tits, smushing them as he fucks you dumb.
He knows it too.
“Can't think?”
“mmm, nnnhhh,” your answer is pathetic and just a babble really, as your nerdy, once virgin boyfriend pummels your messy, needy cunt until she's stuffed so full it hurts. Your nails pressing into biceps, digging in as he stretches your puffy lips on it.
“Can’t even fucking talk – already?” Your eyes roll back in your skull as his cock ruins your pussy, so deep you do feel him all over.
“Gonna pump you so full, hah will you finish college without me breeding your cunt?” Satoru Gojo is batshit insane, as he leans over you, bending you so that you're folded in half under his heavy weight. “What would you do then, hmm? If I breed your slutty cunt? Make you mine.”
“Want it, mmm,” you’re utterly fucking shameless about it, feeling his bruising grip, his cock getting creamy at the base as his heavy balls slap.
“Jerked it in the bathroom, had me so hard,” you bite down on your lip, gasps escaping your throat, eyes locked. “You love that, huh? Driving me insane, slutty dress, pretty body… god…”
He presses your thighs down enough to tug your tits out, gripping them and exhaling, thumbs brushing your nipples until they’re peaks.
"Look at you," he pants, "taking my cock so well, pretty girl. You’re just such a good little slut for me, aren't you?"
You can only moan in response, your body trembling as he hits that spot inside you that makes your vision go white, your answer is to grip his hips with your thighs, letting him cup your face, pumping you so full that you can feel it all over. Warm and hot when he whines out so pathetically in your ringing ears, slutty little moans falling from your lips.
“Takin’ all of it, god…” He kisses you even as you shatter, your cunt spasming all around his veiny length, milking him for every drop. “So fucking greedy. So needy.”
He leans down and captures your lips, spurts of cum still pouring, you can feel him twitching, nails pressing into the strong muscles of his back. “Toru… l-love… toru y-you…”
“Cock drunk, sweetheart?” He teases, like the menace he really is – but he also lovingly caresses your cheek. “You took me like you were made for me.”
“I did?” You’re so damn drunk off him you’re slurring your words, pussy achingly empty, feeling his cum slipping out.
“You did a very good job. Such a good girl.”
“Yay!”
Satoru snorts at you, shaking his head and peppering kisses, leaned up on an arm, his shirt half open, revealing the hard planes of his chest. “You’re s’cute… I wanted to take it easy your first time.”
“I loved it,” you admit, yawning now, peeking around the room. “Mmm, can we go home though?”
“Of course we will,” he kisses down your body though, breath ghosting your thighs, spreading them to watch the filthy mess of his cum pour out, groaning. “You’re wasting it all, baby.”
“Hmm? Ah!” Satoru scoops some of that mess up against his fingertips, shoving it right back inside your quivering hole. You’re gripping him tight, thighs clamping down on his hand, as he smirks. “Toru you’re… crazy…”
“Mmm, you really have no idea what I have wanted to do,” he clicks his tongue, pushing that cum deep again, watching your every expression. “Gonna keep you so full of cum it’ll drip everywhere.”
Satoru does not just fuck you once, no – he makes sure to bend you over in the backseat of his car, fucking cum back inside. Once you're at his house he is pumping ropes of cum on your tits, laughing at how messy you get coated in white, before spreading it all over your body.
Satoru fingers and fucks all that cum inside until you're a trembling mess in his arms, passing out and snoring.
“So funny you started all this but then couldn't keep up, hmm?” He teases softly, cleaning you up, cock sore from how you gripped him, how much he came. But even the sight of milky drops escaping your hole had him damn near twitching back to life, groaning against your skin.
*****
“Good morning,” your nerdy boyfriend is littered in pretty kiss marks, indentions of your teeth all down his neck, a loopy smile on his face as he stands there shirtless, glasses firmly back on.
“Oh! Good morning…” you thought you'd be the one to ruin Satoru Gojo, ride his cock till he whimpered and cried from overstimulation.
You had no clue he'd fuck you so good you couldn't sit up right without his help, cupping your face and leaning down to kiss your lips, tilting your chin up and smirking. You're a mess.
A pretty mess.
Hair fucked up, covered in fingerprints and hickies, taking the coffee he brings and sipping it, sighing as it hits your tongue. “Mmm… good morning.”
“Don't you look pretty in my bed?” He muses, smirking on his features. “I wonder what Sukuna thought of his bed covered in your squirt.”
A blush heats up your cheeks. “I didn't squirt that much!?!?!”
“You really did,” you shove him playfully, giggling then. “My cum too though.”
“You did it on purpose, his room!”
“Me? Never.”
Satoru absolutely did.
That's what Sukuna gets for hitting on his girlfriend, dried up cum all on his blankets – as if he could handle you ❤️
heheh i hope ya'll liked horny reader for a change!!!
park sunghoon é seu personal trainer bonitinho. nunca ficou tão feliz pela sua amplitude no agachamento. avisos. br!au, sexo com proteção, strangers to lovers, dirty talk, breast play, flertes descarados, muitos amassos, semi-public sex, dry humping, fingering. @hanniecoffee essa aqui é pra você. tô mt feliz por termos virados migas, e tô doida pra encontrar você e a lilia ❤️🤏🏼 #elassumiu
Você se considerava uma pateta. Não me leve a mal, mas se sentia sem graça toda vez que executava um búlgaro com o mínimo de peso, e perdia o equilíbrio, caindo.
Suas amigas sempre diziam “pelo amor de Deus! Arruma um personal!”, e você? Nada. Até dar um mal jeito no ombro fazendo elevação lateral, e tomar vergonha na cara. Por sorte, sua academia contava com ótimos personais — uma moça loira mais forte que o Hulk, um cinquentão careca do tamanho de uma árvore baobá, e o rapaz de feições orientais, alto, bonito, e com sorriso de morceguinho. Estes eram os três professores disponíveis no horário da noite, o único possível para você, devido à sua rotina intensa de trabalho e estudos.
Você tinha disponibilidade de exatas uma hora e meia de treino por dia. A academia fechava às dez horas? Com você junto. Era isso, ou nada.
Não pôde escolher seu professor. Tinha que pegar aquele com menos alunos, e calhou de se tornar aluna do novato. Park Sunghoon. O bonitinho.
E fora assim que havia começado o caminho que levou exatamente cinco dias para te levar até a cama dele.
Segunda-feira era um dia em que a academia ficava lotada. Todos tinham a mesma intenção de começar a semana com o pé direito — animação essa que costumava se esvair por volta da quarta.
Você seguia o mesmo ritual: chegava, guardava sua mochila com suas tralhas no armário, enchia sua garrafinha de água, e ia fazer seu treino. Desta vez fora diferente, seguiu até o balcão da recepção, e avisou sobre seu mais novo contrato com direito a personal.
“Ah, claro! Acho que ele já finalizou com o outro aluno, vou chamar ele, um instante.” você assente, meio sem graça, e o aguarda. Maldita hora que você havia decidido ser fitness. Mal sabia socializar com gente feia, imagina com um gatinho daqueles.
Espanou os pensamentos, estava ali apenas para cuidar de sua saúde. Era isso.
Até que ele chega… Com a pele alva, os cabelos super negros, sobrancelhas grossas e os bíceps maiores que suas coxas. Puta. Que. Pariu.
“Oi… E aí? Tudo bem? Vamos lá?” e sorriu. A voz dele era grossa, os sorrisos realmente tinham presas como o de um morceguinho, e… Covinhas??? Ele tinha covinhas??? Melhor do que parecia.
“A-ah, vamos…” tentara não parecer hipnotizada, mas era complicado. A timidez assolava sua vida, imagina se concentrar em malhar com um cara gato daqueles analisando cada movimento do seu corpo.
“Olha, eu montei a divisão quadríceps, posterior e glúteo, e superiores. Beleza? Mas de início vou fazer um full body com você pra vermos a sua execução, quais movimentos você tem mais familiaridade… Tá?” credo. Você não conseguia responder ele de imediato. Levava alguns segundos pra conseguir proferir algo, pois estava distraída demais olhando pra boca vermelhinha dele.
“Ah, c-claro, claro. De boa.” concorda sem graça, querendo bater a própria cabeça na parede.
Os momentos seguintes não foram mais fáceis. Agachamento livre. E o olhar dele afiado sob seu corpo. O sorrisinho nos lábios dele parecia imoral, mas sua expectativa fora quebrada quando ele elogiou a amplitude de seus movimentos. Eita, que profissional dedicado!
Aqueles olhares furtivos só podiam ser coisa da sua cabeça. O cara ‘tava te ensinando. Analisando. Fazendo o trabalho dele. Mesmo que esse trabalho envolvesse olhar pra sua bunda enquanto você realizava um stiff perfeito.
“Olha, sua execução é boa em exercícios de inferiores, mas podemos melhorar bastante coisa em superiores. Soube que você teve um problema no ombro… Dá pra ver, porque você sobrecarrega um, pra supor o outro. Mas isso a gente vai ajeitando. Amanhã no mesmo horário já trago seu treino montadinho.”
“Ah, beleza.”
“Quer me passar seu número?”
“HEIN?” você arregala os olhos. Tá vendo? Não era coisa da sua cabeça.
“Seu… Número. Pra combinarmos horários, e eu te passar o treino pelo aplicativo também.” Ah. Isso explica muita coisa.
“Ahhhhh, claro… Claro, claro. O treino pelo aplicativo.”
Ou talvez fosse coisa da sua cabeça sim.
Na terça-feira, você curiosamente havia decidido ir malhar com o conjuntinho de top e short cor de rosa que havia comprado, e nunca usado. Parecia revelador demais. Isso, antes. Naquele dia, parecia uma ótima opção.
Quando chegou, Sunghoon estava finalizando o treino com uma senhorinha.
“Até amanhã, dona Sandra. Bebe água, hein.” ele sorri com aqueles dentinhos brancos e perfeitos.
“Bebo sim, filho.” ela sorri pra você, vendo que você o aguardava. “Aproveita filha, que se eu tivesse sua idade…” ela ri baixinho, passando pela catraca para ir embora em seguida. Você ri, balançando a cabeça em negação, até capturar o olhar de Sunghoon em você.
Os olhinhos redondos seguem de seu busto amassado pelo top apertado, até as coxas fartas com os quadríceps começando a ficar evidentes. Ele suspira. Porra, ele suspira, mordendo os lábios em seguida. Você ruboriza, escondendo um sorriso em seu rosto, quando percebe que desta vez ele ficou sem graça. Pego no flagra.
“Bonita, a roupa.” sorri olhando pra baixo, as covinhas aparecendo. Você sorri de volta, sentindo um quentinho no coração, porque seu objetivo foi cumprido.
“Isso, abaixa um pouco mais.. Volta até o meio só, e agacha de novo.”
“Assim?” pergunta, subindo demais.
“Não… Só até aqui, ó, licença.”
As pernas tremem como gelatinas quando sente ele colocando as mãos em sua cintura, atrás de ti, para mostrar até onde deveria ir seu agachamento. A respiração dele atrás de você, o hálito de menta, a voz grossa baixinha perto de seu ouvido ensinando o movimento correto.
Ele estava jogando. Com certeza estava. E foi por finalmente ter essa certeza, que decidiu jogar o mesmo jogo, e empinou mais o bumbum em sua direção, afim de agachar melhor.
“Isso… Empinadinha assim…” diz, tendencioso. Você consegue ver um sorriso cafajeste no rosto dele através do espelho. Ri soprado, baixinho, pela bobeira do flerte, e ele ri também.
O treino fora bastante produtivo.
Na quarta-feira, o número de alunos havia caído consideravelmente. Alguns com preguiça, outros sem tempo… E você era uma delas. Não havia conseguido ir malhar por conta de tempo, e de um projeto urgente no trabalho. Virou a noite trabalhando, e nem conseguiu ver o telefone.
Na quinta, a academia estava tão vazia quanto. Chegou cautelosa, o procurando com o olhar. No dia anterior ele havia enviado uma mensagem com um “ué, vem não?” simples.
Lá estava ele. O dia estava chuvoso, e por isso ele estava com um moletom que parecia quentinho, shorts, e o tênis de sempre. Conversava com o outro personal, até reparar você ali. Pede licença ao colega de trabalho, e caminha devagar até você.
“O que houve ontem? Tá tudo bem?” pergunta preocupadinho. Fofo.
“Ah, tá sim. Desculpa não ter avisado, fiquei super enrolada no trabalho, só consegui terminar de madrugada.”
“Tá beleza. Sem problemas. Bora, então?”
O treino havia sido tranquilo. Superiores, pra suprir o dia anterior. Ele parecia ansioso, sem muitas risadas, sem muitas brincadeiras.
Finalizaram o treino, e desceram juntos para irem embora. Até a surpresa que o vento noturno trouxe, chegasse até seus olhos. Chuva. Muita chuva. O maior pé d’água.
“Ai, merda… Vim de ônibus.” murmurou mais para si mesma do que qualquer outra coisa, revirando a própria bolsa atrás de um guarda-chuva. Nada.
“Ah, que isso, eu te levo em casa, tô de carro.” é ele quem diz.
“Claro que não, Sunghoon, não vou te dar trabalho não. Cê deve estar cansado, pode ir pra c-…”
“Nem adianta, não vou te deixar ir pra casa sozinha de ônibus essa hora, com essa chuva, sendo que eu tô de carro e posso te levar. Deixa de ser teimosa, vem.”
“Ai Sunghoon…” diz, frustrada.
“Ai nada, bora.”
Você o segue até o carro dele, não era a melhor reconhecendo carros, mas parecia algum da Honda. Entrou no banco do carona, e suspirou em alívio. O carro estava quentinho, e realmente se sentia bem melhor sabendo que iria em segurança para casa.
Sunghoon tamborilava no volante, cantarolando alguma música que passava na rádio. Ele parecia tão bonito. Além do moletom havia colocado um boné virado para trás, que escondia suas madeixas, mas deixava suas sobrancelhas bonitas a mostra.
“Tá com frio?” ele pergunta do nada. Você nega com a cabeça, confusa. “Qualquer coisa eu diminuo o ar.”
“Ah, não não. Não precisa.” ele morde os lábios, concordando com você.
O restante do caminho foi silencioso, algumas palavras trocadas, e uma tensão palpável no ar. Ele estava tão, tão gato. Toda hora se policiava para não olhar demais para ele, não babar demais.
“Aí vira aqui.” você diz, mostrando a rua de sua casa. “É nessa verde aqui.” murmura baixinho, sorrindo para ele.
“Tá entregue.” sorri de volta para você, ainda sem destrancar o carro. Ele morde os lábios novamente, reparando você. “É…” começa, mas não termina.
“Huh?” você pergunta, curiosa e até mesmo meio esperançosa.
“Eu… Pô… Não quero parecer escroto, de verdade, mas… Nossa…”
“Fala, menino!” encoraja, rindo. Ele ri um pouquinho também, fechando os olhos, jogando a cabeça pra cima, e olhando pra você novamente.
“Você… Namora? Tipo, fica com alguém…?” ele finalmente pergunta, e você sorri, envergonhada. Nega com a cabeça.
“Não… Nem um, nem outro.” ele murmura um ‘ah’ entre risadinhas, concordando.
“Então eu posso fazer uma parada que sou doido pra fazer desde que te vi?” pergunta apoiando a cabeça no próprio banco do carro, te olhando com um sorrisinho de lado.
“O que?” o encara na mesma posição, um flerte sútil.
“Beijar você.” fala baixinho, a voz rouquinha chegando em forma de serotonina em seu ouvido. Você ri, concordando com a cabeça, tímida.
Ele se estica até seu banco, dando um selinho demorado em seus lábios. A canhota dele passa para sua cintura em um caminho leve, e ele passa a língua por seus lábios aprofundando o beijo. É leve, calmo, mas mesmo assim com um certo “quê” de profundidade, desejo escondido.
Passam bons minutos daquela maneira, trocando beijos e amassos, enquanto a chuva caía no teto do carro. O clima estava gostoso, os vidros começando a embaçar pelas respirações aceleradas, mas não pararam. Continuaram se beijando até perderem o fôlego.
“Eu preciso ir.” você diz, a boca ainda coladinha na dele.
“Sério..?” parece desanimado.
“Amanhã a gente se vê, bobo.” diz, e ele sorrri fofo.
“Quer sair depois do treino? A gente vai em um barzinho, sei lá.” murmura te dando selinhos preguiçosos entre as palavras, o que acaba engatando em um beijo rápido de língua no final.
“Pode ser. Eu quero.”
E é com a promessa de que se veriam no dia seguinte novamente, que ele te deixa ir.
Sexta-feira é um dia que a academia fica vazia a noite. Todos preferem ir para seus happy hours, jantares, ou direto para casa mesmo.
Você não.
Você estava no banheiro da academia jogando uma água no corpo e se arrumando, pós um treino matador. Sunghoon fazia o mesmo, tirando o uniforme da academia, e colocando em si uma roupa despojada.
Decidiram ir no barzinho perto da academia mesmo. Cerveja geladinha, alguns aperitivos, e um papo super gostoso. Gostava de ouvi-lo falar sobre qualquer coisa, só pra apreciar sua voz.
Passou o date inteiro se segurando para não voar nele. Período fértil? Se parecia mais com um cio. Sua vontade era se atracar com ele em qualquer beco escurinho, no banheiro do bar, ali mesmo, em cima da mesa.
Talvez a bebida estivesse ajudando um pouquinho. Só sabia que queria muito muito muito ele.
“Vou te deixar em casa.”
Quando a frase saiu da boca dele, aguou. Morava com seus pais, então não poderia levá-lo para dentro de casa. Teria que dar seu jeito. Por isso, quando ele parou o carro no mesmo lugar daquela outra vez, em baixo de uma árvore, no escurinho, você sorriu.
“E aí, gostou de hoje?”
“Muito. Fiquei super feliz, foi muito gostosinho.”
“Uh, foi?” perguntou tímido. Tirou o próprio cinto, desligando o carro, e virou o corpo pra você. “Pra terminar o date bem, só falta você me beijar, né?”
Era só aquilo que você precisava ouvir.
Sorriu leve revirando os olhos, tirando o próprio cinto, e indo até ele, selando os lábios devagarinho. Uma sucessão de beijos veio em seguida, aquele mesmo clima gostoso, mas desta vez mais intenso.
A alça de sua blusinha desce um pouco, por conta da sua posição. Sunghoon desce o olhar para os seus seios espremidos naquele sutiã de renda, visíveis entre a regata, e vagarosamente encaixa a mão grande ali. Massageia devagar, prestando atenção no tamanho, suspirando, caçando em sua feição alguma negação. Não havia. Por isso volta a te beijar, desta vez apertando seu peito com vontade.
Seu corpo se arrepia à medida em que ele o explora. As costas, a cintura, os seios, pescoço… Todos os centímetros sendo desbravados por ele. Até que ele desce até sua coxa nua, e aperta com vontade. Sunghoon exala tesão, e suas atitudes comprovam. Parece descontar em você todo alívio que deseja receber.
É aí que ele te faz gemer baixinho, quando agarra sua coxa e te traz para seu colo no banco do motorista. Você se ajeita no colo dele, um joelho de cada lado do quadril do maior.
“Tudo bem ficar assim?” pergunta bêbado de tesão. Os olhinhos caídos, a boca entreaberta.
“Aham.” você concorda, atacando os lábios dele novamente. As mãos másculas desta vez descem de sua cintura até sua bunda, onde aperta com vontade, por baixo da sainha que você usa.
“Caralho, gatinha…” geme em seus lábios. Você inclina o quadril pra frente por impulso, se esfregando com manha na ereção já presente. “Porra… Não faz isso comigo.”
É o que ele pede. Mas o corpo dele faz o contrário, puxando você pra se esfregar novamente.
“Deve estar molhadinha…” ele murmura entre o beijo, e você sente sua nuca arrepiar. Tão impuro.
“Sim..” consegue dizer em um sopro. Sunghoon franze o cenho como se estivesse sofrendo.
“Doidinha pra me dar, né?” diz baixinho, os beijos seguindo de sua boca, até o pescoço, onde ele beija e morde com as presinhas proeminentes. “Quer me dar, uh? Quer que eu te coma aqui mesmo?”
“Quero…”
“Sente como eu tô. Porra, eu tô muito duro, bebê.” te pressiona novamente no próprio colo.
O beijo seguinte vem carregado de uma agressividade maior, ele agarra os cabelos de sua nuca para beijá-la com força, enquanto a outra mão entra de baixo de sua saia, e massageia sua buceta por cima da calcinha.
“Porra!” você exaspera, sentindo os dedos longos entrarem pela lateral da renda, te penetrando de uma vez. “Caralho, Hoonie..”
“Apertadinha, puta merda..” ele diz. Afasta um pouco o seu quadril pra poder desabotoar e descer a própria calça, junto com a cueca.
Você observa toda a movimentação, até ele colocar o próprio pau pra fora, punhetando algumas vezes. Grande, grosso, avermelhado, babão. Ele parecia desesperado.
“Vem, vem cá.” exaspera em sua boca, voltando a te beijar, desta vez com a ereção livre para você poder se esfregar a vontade.
Alguns beijos depois, ele suficientemente duro, você suficientemente molhada, ele se estica para pegar uma camisinha na própria carteira. Enrola no próprio pau com rapidez, enquanto ainda troca saliva contigo.
“Pode?” diz, implícito.
“Huh?” diz, distraidinha.
“Pode meter, linda?” ele respirava pela boca, tamanho desejo, apressado.
Você franze o cenho, olhando para baixo, e colocando a própria calcinha para o lado, sentando de uma vez só no pau dele.
Gemem uníssono, suas paredes o apertando enquanto seu comprimento pulsa. Ele se ajeita, se posicionando melhor no banco pra meter com velocidade. Você complementa os movimentos sentando no mesmo ritmo. Ele sobe as mãos novamente para seus seios, desta vez se esgueirando por baixo do sutiã e apertando com vontade, prendendo seus mamilos entre os dedos.
“Gostosa.” murmura para si mesmo. O único som possível era a troca de gemidos e arfares de vocês dois, em conjunto com o som das bolas de Sunghoon batendo em sua bunda. O choque das carnes.
“Hoon… Rápido, rápido.” você quica com volúpia, deleitando-se na pica do maior, sentindo-se próxima ao orgasmo. Tão perto. Tão quente.
“Eu v-vou…”
“Porra, eu também, eu t-também..”
Você vem primeiro. Prende a respiração quando a sensação de toma, o engole, o mastiga, o ouvido zumbindo, os olhos apertados.
Fazia tanto tanto tempo que não transava gostoso assim.
Sunghoon vem logo em seguida, enchendo a camisinha de porra, escondendo a cabeça em seu pescoço à medida em que esvaziava as bolas no preservativo.
Ficam naquela mesma posição por um tempinho. O colo de Sunghoon em uma bagunça de fluidos, a franja colada na testa suada, e um sorrisinho bobo nos lábios.
“Nossa..” você murmura tímida, mas sorridente. Ele sorri também, encostando a testa na sua, e selando seus lábios rapidamente.
“Foi muito gostoso…” sussurrou. “Tá tudo bem?” faz um carinho gostoso em sua bochecha. Você assente com a cabeça, sela os lábios dele.
Ficam naquele clima manhoso, dengosinho pós sexo, com ele te acariciando, te beijando, te abraçando. Trocando sussurros doces, em meio à selinhos molhados e carinhosos.
“Sei que amanhã não é dia de treino, mas queria te ver… Quer pegar um cineminha não?” pergunta esperançoso.
when you accidentally back your ass up a little too much into his crotch and he gives your waist a quick squeeze, lowering his lips by your ear as he grumbles out a low “careful”
you were convinced you were going to die from the moment you had gotten kidnapped just outside campus, and brought to a rural village in southern spain by a group of possessed cultists. hope dissipated as the days passed —until he found you.
with newfound purpose thanks to jake's rescue, hand in hand, you made it through endless fights and sleepless nights, but one last challenge was to be faced before accomplishing the mission fully.
𑣲 agent!jake x president's daughter!kidnapped!reader ; action/fluff
inspired by resident evil 4 events
a/n: first imagine here!! this came to me in a dream, so who am i to refuse to write jake as leon kennedy...
"better move. island's gonna blow," jake warned, taking your hand and running off.
"it's gonna what?!"
"yeah."
you had barely even registered the death of your main nemesis, who still writhed on the floor, before he pulled you into an open elevator, and as it lowered into the ground, the ride gave you no time to take in your surroundings either. however, you had heard the explosions, some nearby and some further away from your location, as they blew up every corner of the island, erasing any evidence of the parasite that once lived there.
the elevator was unsteady, shaky, a mirror of your heart rate. adrenaline had become your lifeline these past days, pushing you to keep going, to escape.
it was a short ride down, but jake held your hand through it, like he had done through everything since he had rescued you from that small room.
the soft brush of his half-gloved thumb on the back of your hand, despite being a small gesture, managed to make you forget about your surroundings, even if just for a second. however you figured it was more about the effect he had on you, rather than the gesture itself.
you told yourself it was normal; this was his job, and he saved you from certain death. it's only natural you develop some sort of attachment to his presence —he was your only chance at escaping, wasn't he?— still, you felt something brew deeper. maybe it was that soft tone of his that calmed your senses even in extreme situation, his sturdy build and impressive skills that always made you feel safe, the little acts he offered to keep you as comfortable as you could in that moment, or the look in his eyes.
whenever jake looked at you he lost that stern, professional gaze he otherwise held 24/7: his brows relaxed, his eyes were focused as ever but his gaze held warmth, and sometimes he even let the corners of his lips curve up, understandably a rare sight in this situation.
soon the elevator came to a halt, and in a fleeting moment, jake's hand squeezed your own before dropping it.
"let's get out of here, okay?" he encouraged you in his usual gentle tone, voice echoing on the rocky walls underground.
"yeah," you replied, voice barely above a breath.
a small grin adorned his face before he resumed his professional stance, carefully preparing his rifle and stepping in front of you, ready to blow off some heads.
his steps were calculated as ever, and as you followed him through the abandoned cave you tried your best to match his pace. soon, the walking turned into jogging, after checking the area and deeming it safe enough; after all, the sooner you were out, the better.
through sharp turns and even sharper stalactites, the dock got closer and closer. from there, you'd use a boat and speed away from this island. not the safest plan, but unfortunately the only chance you had to successfully flee. at least, until the ground beneath your feet started shaking uncontrollably.
you both made an abrupt stop as the rocks cracked and separated right before your eyes. some smaller fragments were already sinking into the watercourse below and swept away by the raging current.
jake's professional instincts kicked in without wasting any time. he jumped on the other side, already reaching out his hand to you so you could follow him.
"come on," jake beckoned quietly, but you were already wrapping your hand around his and jumping across the fallen rocks.
a satisfied smile made its way onto his face, seeing how quickly you had reacted and trusted him. he would be lying if he said he hadn't felt this sense of pride many times throughout the mission, but he'd never admit it to you, and especially not in the middle of this. every second mattered, and you had to use your time wisely.
quickly, you resumed your path, only to be met face to face with a corrupted villager. jake was fast to hold his defensive stance and pushed him to the ground, but as you two looked around you noticed...
"they're not attacking, what's going on?" you questioned, hot on jake's trail as you jogged around the pile of now-innocuous cultists.
"they're nothing now that their master's gone," he briefly explained, referring to his fight earlier, "it's over for them."
a bit reassured to hear one obstacle was out of the way, your step gained a faint pep.
dodging more bodies, you two ran down the flights of stairs that led you to your much awaited escape, and you could swear tears stung your eyes when the boat came into sight.
the realization hit you: just a bit more, and you'd be out. just a bit more, and you'd leave this hellish place behind.
once again, jake moved forward first, stepping onto the boat and extending his arm to help you so you could do the same.
"hold on tight," he commanded as he sat at the helm, the engine roaring alive in a matter of milliseconds.
the sudden speed pulled a surprised squeak out of you, and you promptly wrapped your arms tighter around his torso in fear.
as you rode through tunnels you couldn't help but look around, taking in the falling stalagmites, the narrow passageways, the angry flames, and feel scared, possibly more than ever before during this entire journey.
every second you rode this boat, your chances of dying decreased and increased together: you were always a moment closer to the exit, but a moment closer to getting crushed by a boulder falling from the cave ceiling.
quivering, you hid your face in jake's back. you felt his muscles tense as he steered the boat, the steadiness of his figure but the crazy rate of his heartbeat.
"don't let go."
his sudden words made you raise your head, and you saw it: the light at the end of the tunnel.
but, you barely had time to register it as suddenly, you were flying.
everything moved in slow motion as you two hit the ramp, the boat shooting high up into the sky. you now both lost contact with the watercraft, bodies moving through the air, entangled. jake's arms wrapped around you as soon as he lost the steering wheel, shielding your figure from the impact as you fell into the sea.
your weights sank deep into water, cold and blue hues surrounding you. a feeling of sluggishness took over your senses, as saltwater filled your ears and lungs. slowly, your grip on his shirt began to falter, consciousness leaving you bit by bit.
jake, despite having his eyes shut, didn't fail to notice your loss of senses in barely a matter of milliseconds. his professional side resurged again as he gathered all the strength he had left to bring you both to the surface. so he kept a sturdy arm around your waist, and the other waved through water.
when you emerged, you had only a minimal idea of what was going on around you, or inside you. you hardly felt anything as you fought to stay awake, head lolling away from jake's figure as it was impossible for you to hold your own.
his hand moved to cradle your nape, keeping it safe against his body. looking down at you, an ache rang inside his chest at seeing you so vulnerable, so weak. however, it only gave him more strength to get back on the boat and safely wait for rescue.
he didn't swim for long, the boat having fallen just a few meters further from you. as he succedeed in rolling you both onto the watercraft, he didn't stop holding you even for a second.
so you laid in each other's arms, wet and panting, as you slowly regained consciousness. water dripped from your clothes, pooling on the steel floor of the boat, but he didn't care. his embrace remained unfaltering, your solace.
you reopened your eyes, blinking away your drowsy sight, and the first thing you caught was jake's gaze. on automatic, a sigh of relief escaped his lips, hands flying to cradle your cheeks.
he reveled in the sight of your now-awake face: your eyes, shiny and attentive, your hair stuck against your wet cheeks, and those pink lips that he caught himself staring at way too often.
his fingers brushed softly on your skin, promptly making it burn under his touch. your eyes shied away from his, overwhelmed by the contact, at which jake subtly chuckled. instead, your gaze moved to the sky.
it was painted with stunning shades of orange and pink, fading into blue. its reflection moved with the waves, peaks glistening with the last sunshine of the day. behind jake's body, what remained of the island turned into a breathtaking display of fireworks: rocks flew from the explosions, shooting through the fire and landing into the sea, raising a shower of saltwater.
it fascinated you how something so terrible could turn in an unrepeatable sight. and truthfully, it felt even satisfying to see the source of your dread blow up to pieces.
you carefully sat up, hugging your knees and enjoying the scene before you.
"beautiful, isn't it, jake?" you softly whispered, like raising your voice would break the moment.
"yeah." his tone was even lower, and he most definitely wasn't looking at the scenery.
he propped himself on his elbows, eyes still trained on your side profile, illuminated by the sunset. he knew he was staring, but simultaneously he knew he couldn't look away. and when you turned to him, you caught his gaze once again.
you giggled, facing away from his stare. "stop staring." you playfully swatted his arm.
"can't help it," he admitted without much thought. if he took two more seconds to reply, he would've probably kept up the professional facade, but his mouth moved before his brain.
your cheeks were set ablaze by his statement, and your eyes popped wide open. you were definitely not expecting this, or anything of the kind from the renowed 'cool and collected' agent sim. another bashful laugh left your mouth, unbelieving.
jake sat up, his side adjacent to yours. you were right —he thought, looking at the explosions. they were beautiful, definitely better than any horror you faced there. he reflected on your journey, from beginning to end.
he remembered when he found you in that dim lit room, trembling in fear in the corner, the realization hit him hard. you, his mission, were right in front of his very eyes. he felt a sense of responsibility, not from professionalism, but pure human sentiment.
he felt great pride in himself when he finally got you to trust him, but even greater pride in your achievements. hell— you managed to survive alone in a foreign village where everyone was on your tail, that alone was something he admired greatly. an average twenty year old should never have to go through this, but not only you had to experience it, you survived it, with great skills and logic.
he remembered every time you pushed him to slow down, too. how, after a specially intense battle, you'd care for him. he was supposed to be the one rescuing you, yet there you were, looking out for him.
however, his train of thoughts soon got distracted again as he felt the weight of your head leaning gently on his shoulder. he mimicked your gesture, pressing his cheek against the top of your hair.
clouding his mind, there were so many things he wanted to say, so many things he wanted to do. but maybe, it was best to just stay like this for a while.
giving dad’s best friend!nanami kento a blowjob. 18+
you’re on your knees in the dim hallway outside the living room, carpet rough against your bare skin, heart hammering so loud you swear it echoes.
nanami’s leaning back against the wall, slacks shoved down just enough, thick cock already out and heavy in your small hand. he’s bigger than you imagined—girthy enough your fingers don’t meet when you wrap them around the base, pale shaft flushed a deep pink at the tip, a few faint freckles scattered along the upper curve like secrets only you get to see now.
veins bulge under the skin, thick and ridged, pulsing when you give a tentative squeeze. one fat vein snakes right along the underside, throbbing harder every time your thumb brushes over it.
“ya know your dad’s gonna fuck me up if he knows what i’m doing to you,” nanami mutters, voice low and strained, one big hand cupping the back of your head. his tie’s still knotted perfect, shirt sleeves rolled to his elbows, looking so composed except for the way his cock twitches in your grip and the bead of precum already leaking from the slit.
you look up at him with those big innocent eyes he’s ruined a hundred times in his head before tonight. “then don’t tell him,” you whisper, tongue flicking out to lap at the salty drop. he hisses through his teeth.
“fuck… such a sweet little mouth.” his thumb strokes your cheek, almost tender, before he guides your head forward. “open wider, baby. gonna teach you how to take a real man.”
you part your lips and he slides in slow, letting you feel every inch stretch your jaw. the head pops past your lips with a wet sound, thick and hot on your tongue. you taste skin and salt and him—clean soap mixed with that musky arousal that makes your thighs clench. the veins drag along the flat of your tongue as he pushes deeper, freckles disappearing into the wet heat of your mouth.
he doesn’t thrust yet. just holds you there, letting you adjust to the sheer girth splitting your lips, making your cheeks hollow. drool already pools at the corners of your mouth, dripping down your chin.
“look at you,” he breathes, voice rougher now. “barely legal and already choking on your dad’s best friend’s cock. corrupting so easy for me.”
you whine around him, the sound muffled and pathetic, and it makes him groan. his hips finally roll forward, shallow at first, feeding you more until the head nudges the back of your throat. your eyes water instantly, lashes clumping, but you don’t pull away. you just blink up at him, tears spilling, begging with your gaze.
“good girl… take it deeper. show me how bad you want to be ruined.”
he starts fucking your mouth in earnest then—slow, controlled strokes that let you feel every ridge, every vein sliding over your tongue. the freckles brush your lips on every pull back. your hands grip his thighs, nails digging into the expensive fabric of his slacks, trying to steady yourself while he uses your throat like it’s his.
spit runs in thick strings down your chin, soaking the front of your tiny tank top. he watches it all with dark eyes, thumb wiping a tear from your cheek only to smear it across your swollen lips stretched around his girth.
“gonna cum down this virgin throat,” he growls, pace picking up, hips snapping a little harder. “gonna mark you from the inside so every time you swallow you taste me. your dad’ll never know his sweet girl’s been turned into my perfect little cocksucker.”
you moan brokenly around him, throat fluttering, and that’s what does it. he buries himself deep, cock pulsing, hot thick spurts flooding your mouth until it overflows, leaking from the corners even as you try to swallow it all down.
he holds you there through it, panting, fingers tangled tight in your hair.
when he finally pulls out, strings of cum and spit connect your lips to his still-twitching cock. he swipes his thumb over your bottom lip, pushing the mess back into your mouth.
“swallow,” he orders softly.
you do. slow. deliberate. eyes never leaving his.
nanami exhales, tucks himself away with shaking hands, then hauls you up by the arms. he kisses you hard—tasting himself on your tongue—before murmuring against your mouth.
“go clean up, baby. act like nothing happened when he gets home.” you shiver, already drenched between your thighs, and he just smirks.
but you both know nothing’s ever gonna be the same.
choso loves putting all his weight on you during sex !
choso absolutely loooves putting all his weight on you whenever you two fuck.
you notice it every single time, no matter the position— he just can’t help himself. he needs to feel you completely pinned under him, to feel your smaller body squirming and completely helpless as he fucked you stupid. it gets him off.
missionary turns into him caging you with those thick arms, your legs locked tight around his waist while he drives so deep the headboard rattles. he will bury his face into the crook of your neck, moaning broken little sounds against your skin as he fuck into you.
doggy always has you collapsed on the bed. at first he has you on your hands and knees and then he’s pushing you down the sheets so he could mount and pound you harder. his massive beefy frame pressing against your back until your chest flattens to the mattress, arms giving out, cheek smushed into the sheets. you can hardly pull in a full breath in that position but you don’t even care because the angle lets him hammer right against your spot and has you seeing stars behind your eyelids.
and right now? right now he’s got you exactly how he wants.
you’re flat on your stomach, legs spread just enough for him to fit between them. all 200-something pounds of pure muscle presses you down into the bed like he’s trying to fuse you to the mattress. one of his thick bicep snakes around your throat— not to choke, just to squeeze it, keeping your head tilted so he can watch your dazed little expressions from the side. his other hand gripping the fat of your hip hard enough to bruise while he rides your ass in slow, punishing rolls.
his cock is so stupidly big it still stretches you even after hours of this. every time he bottoms out you swear you could feel that blunt head of his cock kiss your poor cervix. bumping it, bullying it until your toes curl and little helpless whimpers spill out from your slack mouth.
your pussy is an absolute creamy mess— frothy white rings painted all over his fat shaft, clinging to the thick veins, dripping down his heavy balls, smearing across your inner thighs and soaking the sheets underneath. the wet squelching of your wet cunt getting fucked is so loud, louder than your shaky moans.
“haahh— chooo… s’too much… can’t—” your voice cracks, slurred and pathetic.
“i know baby, i know,” he pants against the shell of your ear, voice all soft and sweet even while his hips keep snapping forward with enough force to jolt your whole body. “you’re doing so good f’me… just a little more yeah? can you gimme a little more?”
you try to nod but his arm around your throat makes it hard. all you manage is a tiny, dumb “mhm…”
he groans like you just said the sweetest thing in the world. “f-fuck… this pussy’s too good, baby.. love this pussy so much. could stay inside you forever.” he gives another sloppy thrust, making you gush around him. “mmh look at her creamin’ on me again… so pretty when you cream like that.”
your brain is soup. just cock and heat and the heavy delicious press of him crushing you. drool slips from the corner of your mouth, pooling on the sheet. you’re overstimulated, pussy sore and swollen and still fluttering around him like it’s begging for more even though you’re shaking.
he presses the softest kisses to your temple and on the sweaty side of your face while he absolutely rearranges your guts. the contrast makes your head spin— his words so gentle but his cock so mean.
“g’nna fill you up again mkay? gonna stuff this little cunt full,” he murmurs, his hips losing rhythm. “you want that? want me to breed you nice n deep?”
“yesyesyes please—” you sob it out, voice high and wrecked.
he swears under his breath, slams home one last time and cums so hard you feel every thick pulse. hot ropes flooding you, so much it spills out around his cock even while he’s still buried to the hilt. your walls milking him so greedily, sucking him in like they don’t want to let a single drop escape.
he stays like that for long seconds, his breathing ragged, kissing your damp hair, whispering “good girl… such a good girl for me…” while his cock twitches inside your overfilled pussy.
and then he pulls out slowly, the sudden emptiness making you whine, already missing the stretch of him.
thick pearly cum immediately leaks out from your used hole, dribbling down your slit, pooling under you and to the sheets.
choso watches it with dark hungry eyes. “can’t have that,” he mumbles, almost to himself.
he scoops a big hand under your hips, tilts you up just enough, and without warning— feeds his still-hard cock right back inside. the wet glide is delicious, pushing every drop of his cum deeper, forcing it against your sore walls.
“choso—!” you gasp, your legs trembling and kicking uselessly.
“shh shh, just stay still f’me,” he soothes, already starting those slow heavy thrusts again. “gonna keep you nice and full… can’t stop yet. feels too good, baby”
then he starts to fuck his own cum back into you like he’s trying to carve his shape into your pussy forever— like he can’t live without feeling it. (he can’t </3)
i deleted the nanami ver of this (tumblr flagged it so :/) so i wrote it again but with choso :3
brother’s bsf!sunghoon x fem!reader
⤷ your older brother’s best friend wants you despite being told that he can’t have you. [wc: 845]
contents: very short drabble; jay is reader’s older brother; small age gap (they’re both in their twenties); slightly suggestive (?); some tension;
sunghoon had been notorious for sleeping around your entire life. every other girl you knew had a different story of how he lovebombed them into having sex with him. then ended up never speaking to them again.
you need to keep him in check. they would tell you. as if you had any say in his sleezy habits simply because you were his best friend's younger sister.
it was wonder jay and sunghoon were so close, despite their seemingly clashing morals when it came to romance and women.
where jay was a sweetheart, sunghoon was a heartbreaker. and where jay was an angel, sunghoon was the devil.
you were present for a few of the times where jay would go apeshit on sunghoon. claiming that he ruined his chances with a girl he liked simply because he was associated with sunghoon.
"just say no!" jay would repeatedly tell sunghoon like a broken record.
but sunghoon claimed his heart was too big to say no to the many beautiful women who threw themselves at him. he felt as though continuously trying to clear his name after every fling he had or after sleeping with some girl was too much work. and to put it quite frankly. completely unnecessary.
so he just continued despite the exaggerated rumours.
though… they weren't really rumours.
they were true.
for the most part.
so, sunghoon let them talk their talk. in his mind he was convinced that he wasn't doing anything wrong. and his best friend had to suffer from the unfortunate consequences.
what sunghoon really wanted or rather who he wanted…
was out of reach.
because the one and only rule jay had for sunghoon was that you were off completely limits.
a rule that was sickeningly hard to abide by. much like sunghoon whenever you would strut across the living room in the tiniest pieces of clothing. the parts of you he shouldn't be seeing barely slipping out.
begging to be touched by him.
"yn, where the fuck are your clothes?" jay bellowed at you, but quickly focused back on whatever show he and sunghoon had playing on the TV.
"please, you're so dramatic," you rolled your eyes, dropping yourself into the empty space beside sunghoon. you stretched across him, reaching into the bowl of popcorn between the two.
and sunghoon could've been a gentleman.
he could've moved the bowl closer to you.
but the hand you rested on his thigh to brace yourself. the warm smell of vanilla that wafted off your freshly shampooed hair. the slight pressure of the side of your body against his chest as you moved.
they all stopped him dead in his tracks.
"i'm about to go to sleep," you muttered in between bites.
"go to sleep then, we're busy."
your eyes flick over to sunghoon for back up, giving him a small pout with a tilt of your head. he was slouched between you and jay, with his legs sprawled open, wearing a smile that was hardly contained by the gum in his mouth.
his attention entirely on you.
he slumped himself further into the couch, not so subtlety adjusting his sweats underneath your gaze, "i don't mind."
jay turned his head toward sunghoon only to find his face illuminated by the blue light, checking out his little sister. "you…" jay jabbed at sunghoon's ribs.
a warning.
"ow—"
"you watch yourself."
you clench your thighs together at the mere suggestion of sunghoon showing any type of interest in you.
though you were entirely sure jay was just being dramatic. as he always was.
it wasn't like you've never thought of sunghoon in that way. of course you had. how would you not?
he was taller.
bigger.
stronger.
older.
you've seen him shirtless countless of times. and you've seen him when his body was soaked wet with a towel around his waist looking like it was ready to slip off at any minute.
he had seen you at basically every phase in your life.
and despite sunghoon's bad reputation, you were bound to end up having some sort of liking towards him sooner or later.
"behave," you mutter to yourself, really. you weren't aware that you said it loud enough for sunghoon to hear. not until you feel his body lean closer into yours.
"what was that?" he spoke softly near your ear. and you stiffen. all of a sudden too hyper aware of how much your pajamas didn't cover.
you kept your face glued to the blue light in front of you. because you didn't know what type of reaction you would have to whatever smug expression sunghoon had on his face.
and you would rather not fold under pressure in front of jay.
"i said," some wave of confidence came over you when you finally replied, "be good for him, sunghoon."
his voice dipped a little lower. barely. but you could tell in the way his cool minty breath felt on your ear, "you know i'm always so good."
you swallowed at that.
breath hitching. eyes fluttering close—for just one small second.
notes; the older brother’s bsf trope is one of my favourites lol. & erm this is also lwk exposure therapy to stop me from being scared of posting my writing🤗😹
in which you put sunghoon’s biceps to work, doggy style! ♡ warnings ;; choking , spanking , ‘daddy’ , creampie ❀ — nsfw warning!!
thinkin’ about sunghoon’s biceps…
how they bulge and flex around your neck while he pounds into you roughly from behind, pressing you into a mean chokehold as you gasp for air and beg for mercy.
“s-sung—!” you cry out, futilely attempting to claw at his arms to release you.
the sound of a loud spank fills the room before you even feel it, your vision nearly growing hazy as sunghoon growls in your ear. “shh, no talking, baby… i want you to focus on my big cock fucking into your tight little pussy. only that, okay?”
you nod frantically, tears bubbling from your eyes as your body surrenders itself to him, allowing him to manhandle you into whatever position brings him the most pleasure.
“a-ahh, sunghoon, can’t—!” you squeal, biting at his biceps, causing him to gently release you, soothingly stroking your neck with his cool fingers without ever stopping his cock from plowing into your pussy.
“ngh, sorry, baby… daddy just loves your noises so much,” he groans, his fingers crawling up your neck and pulling you closer to him as he placed soft kisses all across the reddened skin. “you like being a naughty girl for me? hmm?”
head leaned back in ecstasy, you allow his tongue to roam down your neck, collarbone, and breasts. “mhmmm, daddy…” you moan, reaching back to clumsily thread your fingers through his hair. “love you so, so much…”
sunghoon grunts against your throat, his relentless cock still not stopping. “fuck, you’re so perfect… pussy so tight and wet like it’s begging for me to cum inside it. you want that, baby?”
you nod blearily, pawing at his meaty biceps once more. “nnngh… want you to fuck a baby into me, want to make you a real daddy…”
your words were the final straw for him. a strained moan rips from his throat as he imagines pumping his seed into you, so thick and fertile, getting your tummy all round just for him.
and all too soon, his vision catches up to reality as he grabs your hips and bucks into them with a final thrust, sending your entire body trembling as his cum gushes inside your quivering cunt, stuffing it full with an overwhelming warmth.
“oh, baby…” he nearly sobbed, still slowly fucking into you as he plants a shaky arm next to your head which had collapsed onto the pillow.
you were absolutely wrecked, your back nearly broken and legs shaking as you feel him pumping his cum deeper and deeper inside of you still. “nnh… sunghoon…”
the last thing you remember is sunghoon cradling your body in his strong arms, letting you drift off to sleep using his big biceps as a perfect pillow ♡
heyyy that sitting in jungwon’s lap fic…. can you do a jake one 🫣
TURNING ME ON — SIM JAEYUN
⤷ ゛MOVIE NIGHT with your best friend ˎˊ˗
જ⁀➴ sub!jake x dom!reader
⋮ ⌗ ┆MDNI !! oneshot , dry humping , cumming in pants , cussing , pet names , jake is sooo subby here and reader quite literally gets off from it LMFAO (lmk if i missed anything !)
it was just supposed to be a movie night with your best friend, jake. so, how the fuck did you end up grinding down on his lap?
well, it started with the both of you making plans to hang out and have a movie night at your place.
“let’s watch 50 shades of grey,” you suggested. his eyes widened at your suggestion. is she crazy?
“what.”
“oh come on, i just want to see what the hype about that movie is. pleaaaaaseeeee jakey,” you begged him with puppy dog eyes. oh fuck, how can i resist.
it didn’t even take 2 minutes to be able to convince jake to watch the movie with you. the both of you settled into your bed, side by side, a shared blanket covering the both of you. at first, the movie was pretty boring, until the sex scenes.
during the scene, you could feel jake tense up beside you, shoulders raised in a unnatural manner. you looked over at him to see him squirming a little.
“jakey, are you good?” you asked, voice laced with genuine concern it almost made him feel bad. the tent in his boxers for sure made him feel even more bad. unable to respond vocally, he just nodded.
your attention turned back to the movie, which now showed a scene of the male lead fucking her from behind aggressively. holy shit, why do i feel weird?
meanwhile, jake was trying to get rid of his pants situation by going online to search up “how to get rid of a boner”. the comments on a reddit post read: “if you’re sitting down, stand up. vice versa.”
suddenly, he shot up from his position and started pacing the room. you shot him a confused look, head tilted to the side like a confused pup.
jake seemed to have read your mind because he answered, “uh, just a little restless.” your eyes trailed down to his crotch and holy shit was it big. your eyes widened almost instinctively. a playful little smirk tugged at the corner of your lips — your mind was starting to get a little playful.
you got up and took jake by the shoulders, forcing him to sit down on your bed. you looked deep into his eyes before intentionally letting your eyes drift down — down to the obvious bulge sitting between his legs.
he tries to cover it with his hands, embarrassment plastered across his face. however, you moved faster. you smacked his arms away, replacing what was supposed to be his hands with, well, yourself. you sat on his lap, straddling him on your bed.
he let out a soft groan. a groan soft enough that you almost couldn’t hear it. but, of course, you did. you felt his erection beneath you grow even harder, poking right where you needed him most.
“fuck,” you cursed. you were soaking through your panties, so wet that you wouldn’t have been surprised if you left a wet patch on his pants.
“hey… w-we shouldn’t be doing this,” jake manages to stutter. i have to control myself. much to his dismay though, his words fell onto deaf ears as you started moving your hips against him. he reacts immediately, letting out an unintentionally loud groan.
“sounds like you want to be doing this, jakey,” you teased him, your hips going in slow, circular motions. he couldn’t take it anymore and grabbed your hips.
“please, s-stop. you’re turning me on…” he pleads. no avail.
your hips kept going, slow and deliberate — teasing. it was breaking him, breaking his restraint. finally, he gave up pleading you to stop and started pleading you to pick up the pace instead.
“please, please, please. go faster, princess. please,” gosh did his begging sound so awfully hot. so hot it was making you even more turned on — more wet. this made you feel a little mischievous.
“beg a little more, maybe i’d think about going faster,” to which he whimpers.
“pleaseeeee, pleeeeeeease go faster, princess. i’m begging. i need more, you’re turning me on so hard right now, please.”
now, that, was sexy. for being such a good boy, you gave him a reward by grinding down a little harder and faster. the increased friction on your core with his clothed erection sent you to a frenzy, craving for something more. you let out a loud, guttural moan, your hands tugging at his hair as you continued grinding your hips.
“f-fuck… you’re so hot. i’ve been dreaming of this forever,” he moans out, unintentionally admitting to the fact he’s been wanting you, craving you.
with that confession, your need became overwhelming, causing you to increase your pace of motion. your hips movement went from mid-paced, circular motions to full and hard on thrusts against his erection.
“faster, please…” he begs, his head thrown back from the unbearable pleasure. fuck, he’s so whimpery. that only turned you on more, lust clouding your mind. your wish is my command.
with every thrust of your hips, jake lets out loud and shameless whimpers, letting you know exactly how much you’re breaking him. those whimpers made you feel a tight knot in your stomach, bringing you close to climax.
“pr-princess… i’m-“ his hot cum spilled out, soaking his pants wet. his body shook a little with the force of orgasm. but, you weren’t finished. your pace continued as you continued using him to get off, riding him. he whimpers even harder now, the overstimulation taking over.
“cum for me, princess… please,” there it was again. the pleading. with one last thrust of your hips, you felt the wave of orgasm hit you. white cum dripped through your panties, soaking it completely and staining jake’s pants. the both of you panted, forehead leaning against each other.
“best orgasm from just dry humping in my life.”
AUTHOR’S note — ask and you shall receive !! hope you enjoyed this oneshot anon and sorry if it wasnt what you requested 😓😓 on that noteee ,, i’m juggling between editing and writing so i apologise if i’m not updating frequently … but anyway ,, special tag to @enwhored because she also wanted a jake fic :3 you guys can always feel free to drop any requests and i will always try my best to fulfil them !!
shoujo reader is the epitome of a girly girl — she loves to dress up in the prettiest dresses and skirts, she's always got her hair and makeup done, and she absolutely adores the colour pink! she's shy and sweet, just like sugar. a dreamy, soft girl who finds the magic in little things.
frat sukuna is your typical college frat boy — one who loves to party all night and drinks to his hearts content. he's got a reputation of being cocky and loud. he's a gym freak, with a body that seems sculpted by the gods. but despite it all, he doesn't entirely seem to fit every frat guy stereotypes.
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୨୧ getting together ⋮ morning after ⋮ makeup ＆ cockwarming ⋮ lingerie shopping together ⋮
