pairings- Zayne (LADS) x brat reader x Nanami (JJK)
contents- Basically your bosses Zayne and Nanami are tired of your bratty attitude and have had enough of it! It's time you learned a lesson for slacking so hard (PWP - 2.5k WC)
warnings- jerking off, hair pulling, dick sucking, cum shots (on reader's face/body) edging, orgasm control, fingering, Zayne and Nanami eating you out at the same time, smacking, finger sucking ... I think that's it? lol reader is a BRAT, and doesn't listen for shit lol
Nanami is tired of your attitude, and Zayne is VERY tired of it as well. You've truly managed to make the calmest, nicest men that run this office absolutely furious with you!
Whether it's you coming in half an hour late every day, showing up hung over on Fridays - Mr. Zayne wants you hydrated! - or it's you zoning on your desk - Mr. Nanami is worried about your sleep schedule! - or your bratty little attitude, something has finally set them off!
It could be the fact that you show up in the sluttiest excuses for business dresses there could be, it's as if you're on a porn set pretending to be an office assistant. That makes them both endlessly furious as the other men there just ogle you, and have them desperately blushing and avoiding their gaze before it lingers too long on your tits or ass on display.
It could be your wishy washy work ethic, one moment you're working your ass off, the other you're napping. One moment you're sweet, the next you're scowling and telling clients to fuck off. Either way, they've consulted and they are done with your tone, your attitude, and the bratty nature in which you address them!
It is clearly time for you to learn a damn lesson.
And that's how you find yourself here, on your knees in your 'business skirt' with Nanami and Zayne lowering their glasses with a sigh, and loosening their ties. As your knees press against the hardwood floor, staring at the two towering men, who you've thought about fucking on numerous occasions, your thighs press together, heels digging just under your ass, as you sit and look up - batting your lashes.
You act so surprised, but you're smiling inside, knowing your antics and looks at these men have worked.
Was it the way you bent over in front of Zayne yesterday, earning his green eyes on your breasts as they spilled in your slutty button down? Or was it how you cleaned up a mysterious spot on Nanami’s dress shirt, only to accidentally touch his bulge under his khaki slacks?
Something had them addled.
"It's time you learned a lesson," Zayne murmurs then, yanking his tie up and kneeling behind you. You feel the black silk tighten as Nanami stands tall over you, tugging at your hair and pulling it into a ponytail, and you wonder for a moment then... have you really fucked up this time!?
Nanami looks down at you, veins bulging in his huge arms, with those sleeves rolled up, while Zayne tugs that tie so tight on your wrist, making you whine out. "It's past time you've learned, actually."
You gasp out as that pain pricks your scalp, looking up at the towering man in front of you, while Zayne presses his hands into your hips, long elegant fingers pressing into your skirt. "Mnh!"
"She's enjoying this, I see." Zayne clicks his tongue, sighing and slipping a hand over your tummy, pressing down, making you whine out again, cunt already soaked. "You do know this attire is completely unprofessional, as is your conduct, hmm?"
"I'm sorry, really... I..." Nanami drags his hand and lifts your chin up now, letting your hair fall.
"First lesson," he murmurs, unbuckling his belt with quick, methodical tugs, the leather smacking his hand as you lean forward, and watch the sight unfold, then he's tugged on the button of his khaki pants, revealing the soft blond hair right above his cock. "You'll work for us, actually put it work, with that mouth you love to just run, hmm?"
"I don't mean to... oh..." You're greeted by the sight of both men in front of you now, two delicate touches on your cheeks as you kneel before them, Zayne is completely shaved you notice. "You're freaky Mr. Zayne, hmm?"
"Excuse me?" He tugs out a thick, long pretty cock, raising a dark brow as you can't help but giggle, biting your lower lip. "You still are being utterly bratty."
"Am I? You're all ready to go, ah!" Your hair is tugged again by Nanami, as Zayne crosses his arms.
"Open, darling," Nanami cooes, and you do just that, tasting the saltiness of his precum already beading from his reddened tip, lapping it right up on your tongue as you watch his cheeks flush just a bit. "Put your bratty mouth to good use."
You're sucking him deeper, tears forming on your eyes, while saliva spills from your lips, only to have a pair of green eyes looking down as Zayne shocks you, snatching up your hair and shoving his cock deep down your throat. Where Nanami was just a little careful, Zayne shocks you, moaning as he fucks your throat, long lashes fluttering shut as he uses you.
"Is this what you wanted, to be used like a toy?" He whispers in that voice of his, you thought his voice was so soothing, it still is, even as he uses you, when Nanami tugs you back over, and you feel slick dripping down your thighs.
"She loves it, just look at her," Nanami taunts softly, slapping his reddened tip right on your lips. "Open wide for me, hmm? Is this how you become a good girl?"
You want so badly to touch your cunt, grinding on nothing now, hips shifting as you open your mouth, letting him slap his cock on your tongue, for Zayne to tug you up then, your knees are already wobbly and knocking together as you try to stand, gasping when he tilts your chin up.
"Go bend over the desk," he orders softly, you eagerly obey, earning his chuckle as he shoves up your skirt, and Nanami slips his thick fingers against your waist band of your panties, making you cry out. "You need to hush this mouth, are you already so pathetic?"
"Mnh," you try to bite your lip, nodding, earning their smiles as they press your hips up.
"Arch your ass up for us," Nanami orders, slipping your panties down as you do just that. "You're wearing crotchless, slutty panties to work too?"
"They're cute- ah!" You can't help but giggle a bit when his belt smacks you across the ass.
"And you enjoy this? Maybe I'll have to do it harder," Nanami smacks your ass again, leaving a whelp, just making your cunt drool even more, slick pooling where you're aching to be touched. "Can't keep your mouth shut, can you? You're a very bad girl."
"A bad employee, good only for this," Zayne's words are met with him slipping two fingers right in your cunt, you scream out again, only to have Nanami shoving your own panties into your mouth, leaning over you now as he studies your dilated eyes. "You're already pulsing, I just touched you."
"You love it, don't you?" Nanami asks softly, only for you to spit out your panties and smile up at him with an insane grin. "Still have an attitude, don't you?"
"Just a bit - mnh!" Nanami's got his hand right on your mouth, muffling your cries that just get louder as Zayne's practiced fingers, begin to thrust into your soppy little cunt, hitting just that spot, over and over. "Ngh!" You're drooling along Nanami's palm as Zayne curls his fingers just so, hitting that spot in your slick, gummy walls that builds that pressure.
"Feel that, you're about to cum already?" Zayne leans over you, each bosses handsome face on either side, when he pulls back his fingers right before you cum.
"Mnh - jerk -" you manage to huff as Nanami releases your mouth, only for Zayne to glare, sliding his two fingers in your mouth, making you suck your juices off them.
"Still that mouth, that attitude, and you think you should cum already? No, darling," Nanami chides in that tone of his, a mix of disappointment in your attitude and his arousal, clear as day, while his fingers replace Zayne's in your snug cunt, gripping him so good. "What will it take for you to act correctly?"
"Lemme cum, please," you're starting to drop it, they notice, your attitude, as Nanami scissors fingers in and out of your squelching cunt, loud in their immaculate office.
"Do you deserve to cum?" Zayne's words earn your eager nod, desperate for more, while Zayne smacks your ass again. "Listen how loud your slutty cunt is, hmm?"
You hear it, how can't you, it's squishing and clicking as Nanami works it so good your eyes fucking roll back in your skull, almost there, so fucking close again, while Zayne reaches around, fingering your clit, and you feel hot heavy cocks pressing against each thigh. The pressure on your clit is almost too much, your cries get hoarse with the effort, earning Zayne's hand on your mouth as Nanami curls his fingers up, damn near hitting your cervix they're so long.
"She's so close," Nanami murmurs, leaning over you, breath hot against your ear as your clit twitches under Zayne's teasing pressure, trying to hide it, so they'll let you have it, but fingers are yanked out, and you're spun around, thighs spread and covered in rivulets over your arousal.
Your cunt throbs and aches so much you do cry, sniffling and biting your lip as they smile at you, a big hand on either thigh. "Aww, you're so pretty like this, darling," Nanami says softly, brushing your tears with his lips then, sighing. "Look at you."
"So beautiful, just a mess, aren't you?" Zayne taunts you, smirking just a bit in a way you did not expect, pressing a sharp little smack to your soppy, puffy cunt. "Got something to say, love?"
"I'll be good, promise," you plead, and they look at each other, shaking their heads. "I will be! I'll... come to work on time?"
"Just that?" You sigh, nodding. "That's something, I'd say you've earned this."
"Earned... oh!" You're trying to balance yourself, as you sit on the big, cherry wood desk that's so polished it's gleaming - when Nanami unties you, each of them massages your wrist delicately as you catch your breath.
"We'll give you all the lessons you require," Zayne says softly, pressing a kiss to your swollen lips, you sniffle and nod, while Nanami sinks to his knees. "Be good and we'll let you cum."
"Also, don't sleep at your desk tomorrow," Nanami chides, kissing up your thigh as you nod, knowing you're so full of it. If this is what you get for poor work performance, you're absolutely going to act terrible all the time, hopefully until you can't sit right. Nanami's teeth sink into the plush of your thigh, as Zayne tilts up your chin. "Promise us, darling."
"Promise," Zayne sighs, shaking his head as if he doesn't believe you, making you put on your prettiest pout. "I will try not to!"
"You need to sleep at night, stay hydrated, look at how much you're losing, dripping like this" he is sinking right to his knees now, as both men are looking up at you. "Promise us you will."
"I p-promise," you're so not going to keep that - but when they start pushing your thighs apart and your hands entangle, still numb from the tie, in their hair, they both groan at the sight. "Ple-ease..."
"You're so sweet now." Nanami teases, parting your folds and groaning. "Your cunt is fucking perfect."
"Does it excuse your attitude though?" Zayne sighs and raises a brow, eyeing you.
"My tits will if not." They glare again and you giggle. "Sorry!"
"Mmm," Nanami's lapping a stripe up your slit then, you gasp out at the wicked sensation, so sensitive just that almost takes you out, when Zayne licks you up after, moaning. "You taste so sweet for such a brat."
"Mnh!" You're lost then, no more smart remarks they note, as their tongues work in tandem, practiced - so practiced you're completely jealous of whoever got them first - Zayne's swirling your clit, while Nanami's fucks into your hole.
"Shh," they both chide, you cover your mouth to hide the loud, gutteral moans, trying to remember anyone could hear you in the busy office, as they start getting so messy with it. Two perfectly straightlaced men, jerking their cocks in their hands while they share your juices, getting harder at the thought of fucking you.
"Close, please, I'll be good!" You're whispering, you feel their chuckles, as each man slides one of their index fingers each inside you at the same time, you're so full as they work them, biting on your fist as your eyes struggle to focus on the scene - dark hair and blond hair- two hands gripping your thighs, two fingers in you.
"Then cum." They order, simultaneously, both flicking their tongue right on your clit at the same time, letting you finally cum, you feel so much pressure, you realize you're gushing and squirting all over them, much to their delight clearly.
They're both throbbing in their own hands as they take turns and fail to catch just how much you've cum, how much clear arousal is all over them. It's dripping down your thighs as you whine and feel your cunt throbbing around nothing, their breaths alone bringing you again, as you desperately cry into your palm, entire body reacting.
"Messy girl, tsk," Nanami chides, lapping more of your arousal off your inner thigh. "Made a mess of my dress shirt, my tie."
"Made a mess of my desk, that won't do," Zayne chides softly, you're too lost and fucked out from them, barely registering their words until they've got you back on your knees, undoing your blouse and letting your tits spring free of your bra with a quick tug. "We'll have to make a mess of you."
"You want that, don't you?" Nanami asks, and you nod, taking both their cocks in each hand, barely able to wrap around either of their lengths, Zayne is longer, Nanami is thicker - both wrapped in veins, their precum pearling on their tips.
"Yes," your answer has them moaning, the control they had seemingly lost with the way you suck one, jerk one, feeling them pulse in your mouth and your palm. "Mnh, want you to cum on me."
That's when you get your very strict bosses to whimper, these six foot plus buff men ruined by your practiced mouth, throat and little hands, twisting just so until they're spurting those white ropes of cum all over you. It's hot and sticky, all across your throat, your bare tits, your mouth and chin. You catch what you can on your little pink tongue as they cry out, huffing while you suck the remnants and last spurts from each of them.
You're smiling a little too happy as they both clean you up, Nanami is meticulously brushing your hair, Zayne is wiping you gently and methodically. The two of them make you drink water, pressing little kisses on your cheeks like apologies for cumming on your face, soothing touches on your ass cheeks for smacking them.
"Next time, can I get your dicks inside me? Like... at the same time maybe?" They glare at your casual question, crossing their arms and raising a brow at you. "Not in the same hole! I couldn't handle them."
"You're utterly ridiculous," Zayne rolls his eyes, sighing as you grin a little too wide. "Have you really learned any lesson at all?"
"I have! That you two are ultra freaky." You lean up, pressing a kiss on each of their lips, feeling a hand on either side of your waist tighten. "You're also very good bosses."
"Don't try to make your next lesson any easier," Nanami says now, glaring at you. "If you're one minute late tomorrow-"
"I won't be! Promise." You walk out and the next morning you make sure to come in thirty minutes late, but you really begin to like your job much more.
Tags 🏷️: established relationship, fluff, domestic, he’s still a sorcerer, i just love nanami so much so he’s getting praised a lot.
| part one | part two | part three
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July 3.
Kento’s birthday.
All this years living with Kento, you’ve learn something very important from him: he doesn’t treat his birthday as his birthday and this year it would be different.
You planned this all June for it to be perfect, bought him some books, learn how to bake bread and arrange multiple presents just because he deserves that and even more.
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Nanami kento is an amazing man but even a wonderful partner. He is everything a girl could want after years of feeling alone or like she was not worthy of love, he walked in your life on the most important moment bringing with him calm, comfort and reassurance.
“It’s okay” he smiled against your hair calming you down after finding out you were crying the whole night because of maybe self doubt, overthinking about you being enough of him or whatever troubled your mind “I love you, okay?” He pressed a soft kiss on your head, rocking you softly as the music played in the background “remember when we first dance to this song?”
Oh, my love, my darling
You nodded against his chest letting him guide you through the living room “well, that was my favorite moment with you” he tilted your face upwards “the moment I realized I was completely in love with you” he smiled so gently it made your heart ache— oh you adore him.
I’ve hungered for your touch
His hands laid on your hips, swinging you side to side at the rhythm of unchained melody a groups of candles lit up the living room as you circled around the coffee table.
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Remembering that rainy day as one of the most memorable day in your relationship was joyful. The living room was already packed with decorations, two small birthday hats lined up beside the entrance, already prepared for kento’s arrival.
Buying a small carrot cake was a smart move “more time to bake fresh bread” you said to yourself, repeating it a lot of times so you don’t forget about it.
3:40pm
The bread was finally on the oven, the presents neatly arranged on the living room as you slid the cake into the fridge so it doesn’t melted.
Minutes passed by as you waited impatiently for kento’s arrival and for the oven to stop.
This morning, he left surprisingly later than always. “Just five minutes more” he mumbled against your neck the moment he snuggled closer “you’ll be late, love” you told him, not even mad about his clingy self this morning but still worried he’ll get more work to do.
“Don’t worry, I’ll be fine. Don’t think Gojo will be more annoying than always” then after five minutes exactly he slipped off bed, his side still cling to his scent— the wooden scent of his cologne you bought him.
Looking at the still-warm side of the bed, carrying the faint woody scent of his cologne, you found yourself smiling.
That’s when it hit you.
How lucky you were to have found him.
And, though he’d probably never admit it out loud, how lucky he felt to have found you too.
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The lights were off the moment his keys unlocked the front door, you kept silent on a corner beside the door.
“Huh? Is she asleep?” He mumbled as he walked in locking the door behind him “the light in the kitchen still in though” as he got closer to the kitchen, you jumped out of the corner with a small flashlight “happy birthday, Kent!” You beamed happily with a red with sparkly details.
He stood there frozen, suddenly noticing the decoration covering the roof and walls of the living room. “Oh? You did all this?” He walked closer, his shoes clicking on the wooden floor with each step “mmhm” your arms wrapped around his neck, pulling him closer “I did all this for the birthday boy” you kissed him softly as he hugged you tightly against his body.
“You didn’t have” you interrupted him with another kiss like you anticipated he’ll say something like that “yes, I had too. You deserve this and so much more, Kent”
For a long moment, he said nothing.
Kento Nanami had never expected people to remember his birthday.
Much less celebrate it.
Much less be loved this loudly.
“Thank you” he whispered softly against your ear to them step back a little to look at your face “thank you so much” this time he closed this mouth and opened it against, finally noticing the presents on the couch.
“I really couldn’t be more pleased about this surprise and you managed to do it”
His hands touched your hips to pull you closer, his lisp touched your cheek, jaw and neck “best birthday gift” he smiled against it “should we take this” his hands pulled you up by your thighs “should we take this the somewhere else” you chuckled and kissed his again “sure, birthday boy”.
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author’s note: happy birthday to my dearest husband! Nanami ha sido uno de los personajes a los cuales le tengo más afecto en toda mi vida, lo amo con todo mi corazón, hope you guys enjoy this very short stories! Happy birthday, kento! 💭
Tags 🏷️: established relationship, fluff, domestic, he’s still a sorcerer, i just love nanami so much so he’s getting praised a lot.
| part one | part two | part three
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He never explicitly said he wanted to go to an aquarium but he had this small stickers saved in his drawer of surgeonfishes so you bought the tickets and planned the date.
Around 6:30pm, three soft knocks on the bedroom door. Nanami is here.
You quickly opened the door with your purse smiling at him, as you opened the door, a bouquet of daisies were the first thing you saw.
“Kento….” You smiled softly leaning on your doorframe “omg thank you! They’re beautiful” you took the bouquet from his hands and moved them closer to your nose, the fresh and slightly sweet scent filled your nose.
You could noticed the faint smile on his lips “darling?” he asked getting closer to me “you know? We really need to go now because we’ll be a littlee late for our date” you nodded and quickly placed the flowers on a vase with fresh water.
The ride to the aquarium was quiet and lovely, you bought fast passes and even booked a table near the jellyfishes.
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“you look absolutely beautiful with this illumination” his hands holding you close by the waist “let me take a pic of you?” you kissed his jaw and nodded. He quickly grabbed your phone and his to then took some pics of you on the corals and small fishes tank.
“there you go, pretty…” he handed you your phone to look at the pics “kento, I want one with you too..” his eyebrows went up “with me? You sure? I don’t think—“ you interrupted him “nonsense, you’ll look good, come on” a worker suddenly appeared and offered to take some pics of us.
Even though Kento has never showed interest in taking pics when we go out, you always tried to include him because seeing him smile was like a reward.
The day flew by with gentle laughter, forehead kisses and quiet conversations.“Kento, this is amazing!” You said amazed as the waiter walked us to our table “look at the jellyfishes!” You turned around with a big smile “I’m glad you like it, sweetheart”
The tank’s lights made his face look ethereal, almost unrealistic handsome “so what are your thoughts overall” you asked to him lifting your glass of cider “well it’s amazing, love” He took my hand and brought it to his lips and kissed it.
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As you walked towards the car holding two plushies; one of a clownfish and one of a surgeonfish.
“You know tomorrow’s Friday, right?” He said as he opened your door, your heart stopped for a second before acting normal again “yeah, you have work?” You looked back at him and before he answered you felt him tense a little— please don’t make plans.
“I have but I don’t think I’ll be home late” he closed your door and walked to the driver side “wanna go out for a drink tomorrow?”
I’m cooked, you immediately thought.
“Sure, we can go out for a drink tomorrow’s night”
With that your plans were safe, Kento was oblivious to them and it was wonderful. Tomorrow will be Kento’s birthday and you wanted to celebrate it with him.
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author’s note: im pretty sure nanami would love to go to an aquarium and spent all day reading the small informative plates.
Tags 🏷️: established relationship, fluff, domestic, he’s still a sorcerer, i just love nanami so much so he’s getting praised a lot.
| part one | part two | part three
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He never explicitly said he wanted to go to an aquarium but he had this small stickers saved in his drawer of surgeonfishes so you bought the tickets and planned the date.
Around 6:30pm, three soft knocks on the bedroom door. Nanami is here.
You quickly opened the door with your purse smiling at him, as you opened the door, a bouquet of daisies were the first thing you saw.
“Kento….” You smiled softly leaning on your doorframe “omg thank you! They’re beautiful” you took the bouquet from his hands and moved them closer to your nose, the fresh and slightly sweet scent filled your nose.
You could noticed the faint smile on his lips “darling?” he asked getting closer to me “you know? We really need to go now because we’ll be a littlee late for our date” you nodded and quickly placed the flowers on a vase with fresh water.
The ride to the aquarium was quiet and lovely, you bought fast passes and even booked a table near the jellyfishes.
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“you look absolutely beautiful with this illumination” his hands holding you close by the waist “let me take a pic of you?” you kissed his jaw and nodded. He quickly grabbed your phone and his to then took some pics of you on the corals and small fishes tank.
“there you go, pretty…” he handed you your phone to look at the pics “kento, I want one with you too..” his eyebrows went up “with me? You sure? I don’t think—“ you interrupted him “nonsense, you’ll look good, come on” a worker suddenly appeared and offered to take some pics of us.
Even though Kento has never showed interest in taking pics when we go out, you always tried to include him because seeing him smile was like a reward.
The day flew by with gentle laughter, forehead kisses and quiet conversations.“Kento, this is amazing!” You said amazed as the waiter walked us to our table “look at the jellyfishes!” You turned around with a big smile “I’m glad you like it, sweetheart”
The tank’s lights made his face look ethereal, almost unrealistic handsome “so what are your thoughts overall” you asked to him lifting your glass of cider “well it’s amazing, love” He took my hand and brought it to his lips and kissed it.
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As you walked towards the car holding two plushies; one of a clownfish and one of a surgeonfish.
“You know tomorrow’s Friday, right?” He said as he opened your door, your heart stopped for a second before acting normal again “yeah, you have work?” You looked back at him and before he answered you felt him tense a little— please don’t make plans.
“I have but I don’t think I’ll be home late” he closed your door and walked to the driver side “wanna go out for a drink tomorrow?”
I’m cooked, you immediately thought.
“Sure, we can go out for a drink tomorrow’s night”
With that your plans were safe, Kento was oblivious to them and it was wonderful. Tomorrow will be Kento’s birthday and you wanted to celebrate it with him.
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author’s note: im pretty sure nanami would love to go to an aquarium and spent all day reading the small informative plates.
Tags 🏷️: established relationship, fluff, domestic, he’s still a sorcerer, i just love nanami so much so he’s getting praised a lot.
| part one | part two | part three
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Nanami’s schedule was horrible. He repeated to himself and to you that he’ll fix it but every time he was close to fulfilling that promise another mission was scheduled— the part that pissed him off more was that it always was a minor grade curse.
The moment he finished his last mission, he’ll be taking the first train back to his place or what use to be his place since you turned it into a home.
Kento would describe your “love story” like it was comical or even unbelievable because for him, it was unbelievable that someone could mean so much to him in so little time, how one person could turned a huge cold apartment into a warm and cozy place to spend late night and early mornings.
The moment he turned the knob of the front door, the warm living room lights greeted him. As he stepped inside, the scent of the pine tree candle filled his senses, making him inhale deeply.
Oh, he loved that candle
“Kent?” Your voice passed through the room the moment your head peeked out from the bathroom “Kent? Is it you?” You asked again when no response came back “hey hon’, it’s me” he smiled softly, placing his suitcase and jacket on the coat rack.
“Sorry about the hour, something happened. Unfortunately for me, I was the only one available.” he leaned down and kissed your forehead “it’s okay, kent” you smiled, his cologne— citrus with a mix of a woody scent, it fit him so well.
“Did you eat?” He asked as soon as he noticed there was something in the oven “oh? Yes i already ate something” you followed behind him “there’s some for you on the microwave” your hands touched his hips when he leaned down to see what’s inside the oven.
“Pie?” You chuckled and nodded “im trying a recipe that I found on internet, can’t promise it’ll be good” he laughed softly, something people might found completely weird.
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“Come sit with me for a bit” he patted the space beside him, his face now fresh from the shower he just took.
You both sat down on the large brown couch in the living room, the low hum of the air conditioner filled the comfortable silence between you. Kento insisted on watching something on the television, his intention wasn’t to actually watch something on the tv but watch you after a long day at work.
“I bought some bread from that bakery you like?” He hummed when his head touched the coach “i also thought it would be nice to go out for a walk? Saturday morning?” You leaned your head beside his on the couch “what do you think?” His eyes opened slowly again “that’s perfect for me” he wrapped his arms around your waist to pull you closer.
“Comfy?” He nodded against your shoulder, Kento insisted on watching a few episodes even after you refused saying he needed to sleep “mhmm” he grabbed your hand and placed it on his head.
Twenty minutes of the serie passed when you felt his head slowly slide from your shoulder to your chest making you smile, his moved closer to you “let’s go to bed, yeah?” He frowned “im not asleep” lifting his head up blinking as if showing you he in fact wasn’t asleep.
“Oh okay, you’re not asleep” you let the movie passed when kento’s snores became a little more loud— he was tired but still wanted to spent time with you.
The television continued playing in the background.
Kento hadn’t made it past the first episode.
One arm remained wrapped around your waist while his head rested against your chest.
His breathing was slow now.
Peaceful.
For once, he wasn’t thinking about work.
He wasn’t thinking about curses.
He wasn’t thinking about tomorrow.
He was home.
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author’s note: since nanami’s birthday is literally around the corner I wanted to write some silly stuff for my sugarboo bcz u love him so so much!
Tags 🏷️: established relationship, fluff, domestic, he’s still a sorcerer, i just love nanami so much so he’s getting praised a lot.
| part one | part two | part three
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Nanami’s schedule was horrible. He repeated to himself and to you that he’ll fix it but every time he was close to fulfilling that promise another mission was scheduled— the part that pissed him off more was that it always was a minor grade curse.
The moment he finished his last mission, he’ll be taking the first train back to his place or what use to be his place since you turned it into a home.
Kento would describe your “love story” like it was comical or even unbelievable because for him, it was unbelievable that someone could mean so much to him in so little time, how one person could turned a huge cold apartment into a warm and cozy place to spend late night and early mornings.
The moment he turned the knob of the front door, the warm living room lights greeted him. As he stepped inside, the scent of the pine tree candle filled his senses, making him inhale deeply.
Oh, he loved that candle
“Kent?” Your voice passed through the room the moment your head peeked out from the bathroom “Kent? Is it you?” You asked again when no response came back “hey hon’, it’s me” he smiled softly, placing his suitcase and jacket on the coat rack.
“Sorry about the hour, something happened. Unfortunately for me, I was the only one available.” he leaned down and kissed your forehead “it’s okay, kent” you smiled, his cologne— citrus with a mix of a woody scent, it fit him so well.
“Did you eat?” He asked as soon as he noticed there was something in the oven “oh? Yes i already ate something” you followed behind him “there’s some for you on the microwave” your hands touched his hips when he leaned down to see what’s inside the oven.
“Pie?” You chuckled and nodded “im trying a recipe that I found on internet, can’t promise it’ll be good” he laughed softly, something people might found completely weird.
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“Come sit with me for a bit” he patted the space beside him, his face now fresh from the shower he just took.
You both sat down on the large brown couch in the living room, the low hum of the air conditioner filled the comfortable silence between you. Kento insisted on watching something on the television, his intention wasn’t to actually watch something on the tv but watch you after a long day at work.
“I bought some bread from that bakery you like?” He hummed when his head touched the coach “i also thought it would be nice to go out for a walk? Saturday morning?” You leaned your head beside his on the couch “what do you think?” His eyes opened slowly again “that’s perfect for me” he wrapped his arms around your waist to pull you closer.
“Comfy?” He nodded against your shoulder, Kento insisted on watching a few episodes even after you refused saying he needed to sleep “mhmm” he grabbed your hand and placed it on his head.
Twenty minutes of the serie passed when you felt his head slowly slide from your shoulder to your chest making you smile, his moved closer to you “let’s go to bed, yeah?” He frowned “im not asleep” lifting his head up blinking as if showing you he in fact wasn’t asleep.
“Oh okay, you’re not asleep” you let the movie passed when kento’s snores became a little more loud— he was tired but still wanted to spent time with you.
The television continued playing in the background.
Kento hadn’t made it past the first episode.
One arm remained wrapped around your waist while his head rested against your chest.
His breathing was slow now.
Peaceful.
For once, he wasn’t thinking about work.
He wasn’t thinking about curses.
He wasn’t thinking about tomorrow.
He was home.
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author’s note: since nanami’s birthday is literally around the corner I wanted to write some silly stuff for my sugarboo bcz u love him so so much!
His cock thrust violently into you, his hips slamming down unlike anything you had ever experienced. His hands, once so soft, were now rough and calloused, gripping your own arms with bruising strength, as though he would never let go.
His mouth was open in a wordless moan, his teeth bared and clenched together, and his gorgeous eyes were half lidded.
An unbelievable amount of sperm spilled inside your womb, filling you to the point of bursting, before gushing out of your cunt and running down his still thrusting cock… Something he had only seen in his dreams, something he thought he could never have. But fuck, you were real. Your body was underneath him, your womb accepting his seed, his love. Your voice crying out to him. You were here and caged in his arms.
“Mmns’Cwho’so~ Y-you’re let-ting out s’much inside me~♡”
Of course he was, he had been so pent up for so long, his mind was a mess. It felt so good, the way your gummy walls clamped down on him, sucking him in deeper, and the way your cervix fluttered as if kissing the head of his cock, asking for more. He just couldn’t stop cumming, his balls emptying out his thick white cream inside of you over and over, your belly feeling full.
“Chhooooo~♡ I c-can feel you in my tummy~ ♡ It feels s-so good inside~~!♡ S-so full~ ♡ Mmn-! ♡ F-fill me even more, I want it all~!”
He couldn’t believe it, how his cock was still raring to go after dumping that much inside you. How his cock was still so needy…
Choso pulled himself free of you, watching as your walls clung to him, desperate for him to stay inside- watching how your body shuddered, your arms above you as if he was still pinning you down, your breasts heaving as you panted.
His muscular legs kept you spread for him, giving him a good view of his cum dribbling freely from your well fucked cunt, his eyes drawn to the way your belly bulged slightly, your womb stuffed to the brim…
Giving his cock a few lazy strokes, Choso pressed the head back against your entrance, your pussy greedily swallowing it up. He could feel how his cock was pushing his seed he had just released inside your pussy even deeper into you... It was like he found his own personal heaven between your legs.
He leaned over you, his hands gripping yours tightly as he buried his face into your shoulder, breathing heavily- taking in your scent as his hips snapped forward, his balls slapping against your sweat drenched body.
“P-please~ don’t n’ stop ~! Y-your cock!~ I-it makes my head spin~ ♡ Choso~~!”
You couldn't tell where your legs and arms were, nor could you see anything besides the man on top of you. It felt like the world was spinning and you were lost in the haze of pleasure this half curse, half human was giving you. The only feeling you could register was the fat cock inside you~
Summary: Toji asks you to join one of his streams so he can show his fangirls how he really fucks
Warnings: established relationship, smut, 0 plot, mean!dom!Toji, sub!reader, older toji (reader is like 22 and hes like 27..?), p in v, unprotected, on film, rough sex, dirty talk, oral (m!receiving & f!receiving), facefucking, messy pussy eating, fingering, kinda daddy kink like not really (he calls himself it like twice), squirting, spitting, biting, choking, spanking, scratching, creampies, manhandling, overstim, dacryphilia, degradation, praise,
Wc: ~3.7k
a/n: i literally have so many abandoned drafts but i keep writing new ideas instead of finishing them </3
This is pretty proofread but again im posting at almost 4 am so if theres typos its cause im about to fall asleep
It had been 3 days since your boyfriend had asked if youd be willing to join in on one of his videos. You had been in the kitchen, leaning against the counter as you scrolled on your phone, waiting patiently for him to finish filming. When Toji finally emerged from your shared bedroom, skin flushed and covered in a sheen of sweat he immediately slumped against you, pressing you further into the counter.
“Yknow what i was thinkin’ babe?”
“Hm” you hummed back, not looking up from your phone.
“You should join a video of mine, sure my fangirls would love to see it” he smirked, kissing along the column of your neck as you finally paused your mindless scrolling.
It had taken a bit of convincing, understanding how his privacy and subscription was set up and how it wouldnt be a public thing, only accessible to those paying the highest tier for bonus content. He also went on about viewership and such, grinning widely when he talked about how everyone will love to see how good you are for him.
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3 days later and you sat on the bed in your room, watching him as he set up a few cameras — one facing the bed, one towards the side and another strapped to his chest which he called the “dom cam”.
“Cmon baby jus’ relax, gonna be like how we normally do it” his deep voice fills the space between you, reaching a hand up to cup your cheek. You offer him a soft smile when you nod, fixing your position on the edge of the bed.
“Atta girl, always so good for me” he praises, gently slapping your cheek a few times before returning to fiddling with the camera.
“So we just like… pretend theyre not there?” You ask, tilting your head as he stepped behind the camera, positioning it properly on you.
“Mhmmm” he drags out, his eyes flicking from the small screen on the camera to you. “Jus’ gonna fuck you like i normally do. Already look so hot when im inside anyways” he smirks at you as your cheeks flush, his sharp canines peaking out from the corners of his lips. He reached out and pressing a button on the cameras, the glowing red light immediately popping up. You chew your lip as you focus on the one strapped to his naked chest, eyeing the camera before focusing on his face.
A wide grin is spread on his lips, canines flashing as he leans down to cup your jaw, kissing along the opposite side of your neck. When you let out a small whine he pulls back, grin still wide as his hands fall to your waist to tug you closer to the edge of the bed. He stands in front of you, grey sweatpants hanging low on his hips. You looked up at him properly and your face was met with the bulge in his sweats, breath hitching as you took in how good he looked like this — hair a little messy, a wide smirk on his face, broad shoulders, a muscular chest that towered over you, and a straining cock hidden just out of sight.
His hand fell into your hair, brushing it away from your face gently before giving it a harsh tug back, making you wince. His other hand moves to your face again, thumb trailing over your bottom lip. You take it into your mouth, tongue swirling around it before sucking on it gently. His grin grew wider, gesturing with his head down at his crotch.
“Be a good girl and help me out a lil yeah? Like you usually do”
You stare up at him, eyes flicking from the camera to his face as you reach out to run your fingers along his thick thighs. Your fingers trailed further up, digging into the band of his sweatpants, fingers rubbing gently at his skin. When he pulls his thumb from your mouth you bite your lip as your eyes focus on his green ones, tugging down his sweats.
His cock springs free at the sharp tug of his sweatpants, thick and hard and leaking as it slaps against his abs. Veins travel up the length of it as pre decorates his tip, like little small pearls of desire signalling a demand for attention. He tugs your face closer to it and nods, urging you to continue as you wet your lips.
You lean in closer, licking a long stripe up the length of it, hand reaching out to firmly hold the base as your tongue works. Your eyes cant help but focus on the little flashing red light of the camera, tongue swirling over his reddened tip as he lets out a deep groan.
“Thatsss it… doin’ so good, look so pretty” he tugs your hair hard and your lips part slightly; small sparks of pain tingling across your scalp. He grins as he takes the opportunity to shove himself into your mouth, stretching your lips wide around his girth.
You choke slightly at the shove in, eyes widening as they flick up to his face. You smack his thigh lightly in protest but he just laughs, pulling his hips back before ramming them back in. You gag around him again, gripping onto his thighs as he holds the back of your head, using it as leverage to thrust harder into your mouth.
You stare up at him, small trails of drool sliding down from the corners of your lips. Hes grunting above you, deep sounds that fill the space between you as his head falls to the side, eyes fluttering as he shoves in particularly deep. You gag loudly against him, more drool sliding from your lips and tears stinging your eyes. Hes so big compared to you, shoved so deep in your throat you can barely breathe around him.
“Look so pretty when you cry like that” he grunts out, a hand moving to slap against your cheek. You whine at the slap, a few wet tears sliding down your flush cheeks. He pulls out suddenly and you pant hard, air immediately filling your lungs after having his cock shoved down your throat. He slaps his length against your face a few times, fucking his cock slowly across the side of your nose. You pout up at him, saliva and precum spreading across your skin. He grips your jaw harder, squeezing your cheeks together. When your lips part he leans down slightly, spitting directly onto them before dragging his cock back and forth through them. You let the spit rest on your lips, allowing his cock to drag over them before he pulls away.
His hands reach down and tugs your shirt off, buttons popping and rolling along the floor of your room; your eyes on his as you lean back slightly for him. He pushes you all the way back on the mattress, grabbing your shorts and tugging them off along with your underwear. You shiver as the cool air hits you, already soaked for him as you lean your head up to watch him. He sinks to the ground between your spread thighs, pointing the camera at your slick cunt.
“Shes so wet for me already” he purrs, moving closer to ghost his thumb over your clit. “Such a slutty thing for me arent ya?” He asks, blowing cold air over your folds.
You shiver at the feeling, looking at him with a pout “Tojiii” you whine out, trying to squirm your hips away from both his and the camera attention.
“Awww don’t be shy, baby. She looks like she tastes fuckin delicious, bet the viewers think so too” he flashes you a grin, all sharp teeth on display before sinking them into the plush skin of your thigh. His bite makes you cry out, hips bucking away from his mouth as he sucks on the spot, leaving a dark mark when he finally pulls away.
His arm reaches up, hand grabbing at your tit. He squeezes over the skin, fingers circling and tugging at your nipple. He leans down, spitting a glob of saliva onto your clit before using his ring and middle fingers to spread it around. He circles your clit slow, eyes flicking up to watch your face as you pant out, eyes locked on his. His other hand slides down from your chest, grabbing your thigh to open it further as his fingers trail down from your clit and run along your folds. They trail back up slowly before he slaps your clit hard, letting out a mocking laugh as you jerk your hips away.
“Ah-!“ you call out at the slap, hand flying down to push at his head in retaliation, pouting when he looks up at you.
“Stop teasing Toji”
“Fine, fine” he mumbled, kissing along your thigh until his mouth was connecting with your cunt, tongue slurping at your skin as he drinks you in. Saliva mixes with your slick as he drags his tongue all along your folds and shoves into them. Messy noises fill the room as he shifts the camera over so it would pick up everything. Coats of slick cover your pussy, mixes of saliva and your own juices glistening in the faint lighting of the room as he rams his tongue back inside you, licking into every crevice.
“F-fuck Toji!” You moan out at the feeling, back pressing further into the sheets as your hands grab at his hair. He pulls out of your hole with a grin, tongue dragging higher to suck and nip at your clit, swirling his tongue around it. He hums around the sensitive bud before flattening his tongue on it and moving his head back and forth. He pulls away to spit on it again, fingers moving up to spread your wetness around. His tongue fucks back into you, his fingers rubbing along your clit.
You were a moaning mess above him — hips bucking down along his face, fingers tugging at his hair so hard it almost ripped out, your mouth falling open and your eyes on the verge of rolling back in your head. Your slick stuck to your thighs and his chin, messily spreading all over you and dripping onto the sheets below your hips.
The room was so warm from what you both were doing, the cameras pointed at you making every sense twice as strong. Something deep in your gut churned, a need to be louder and hotter, a slight possessive nature to make sure your boyfriend’s fangirls knew he only fucked you.
You tugged his head closer to your pussy, his nose nudging into your clit along with his fingers. His tongue still thrusts into you, mouth drooling saliva in and around you, your thighs drenched. Your insides warm, the messiness of it all turning you on so much. His free hand moved to slap across your thighs, the feeling burning across your skin. You yelp out at the feeling, tugging again at his hair.
“‘M clo- ah fuck - close -nghh- Toji” you moan out louder than normal, hips bucking against his face. One of his eyebrows raise at your moan but you never noticed, too focussed on the feeling of his mouth on you.
He doesnt pull away to speak, does let out any mocking sounds or laughs like he usually does. He just focusses on you, briefly mumbling something incoherent into your cunt before going back to work. The heat builds steadily under your skin, a slow ascend that threatens to boil over at any moment as Toji maintains his pace, continuing to messily slobber over your cunt, tongue digging around in your hole as his fingers press harder on your clit, rubbing with a passion to make you cum.
Your high peaks, right at the cusp of falling over but still needing one last push. As if on cue his hand flies down against your thigh, hips jerking up violently into his mouth. You cum as the spank sends you tumbling from your high, heat spreading along your skin as every nerve feels like its been zapped by lightning. You gush into his face, screaming out at the pleasure. His tongue messily lapping it up as his face drenches in more juices, chin and nose coated in your essence.
He doesnt stop, doesnt even slow down at you squirt on him. His efforts double, nose pressing into your clit as his tongue fucks into you. You cry out harder, fresh tears spilling from the overstimulation. You try to jerk your hips back to escape but he just shakes his head against you, hands digging hard into your plush thighs until they bruise. His tongue drags out of you, sucking at your clit before spitting on it and sucking again.
“T-toji - fuck- s-stop - ohmygod - gonna cum again” you squeal out, eyes shutting from pleasure as your second orgasm crashes into you like a freight train, limbs locking up and head spinning from the sheer pleasure in your veins. Tears spill harder from your cheeks as he still doesnt let up, hips thrashing against him but he just holds you firmly down against the mattress.
“One more, gimme one more baby” he hums against your pussy, not pulling away for long before his fingers are thrusting into you and his tongue is spelling his name against your clit. Your thighs slam closed around his head, burying him closer to you and he laughs out. His fingers curl inside you, fucking messily into your cunt as loud squelches fill the room.
You felt the familiar sensation deep in your gut, so easily ready to fall over the edge again as he continues his ministrations, his fingers rubbing each time against your sweet spot. You shatter around him again, squirting against his face and hands as you cry out. Your legs squirm around him, hips bucking into his face as you try to shimmy up the mattress and away from him. He lifts his face slowly from between your trembling thighs, his chin and nose drenched in you. His dark greedy eyes rake down from your flushed face to your heaving chest and then back to your quivering cunt. He licks his lips, savouring the taste of you before slapping your clit. Your hips jerk away again and you whimper, a few more tears rolling down your cheeks. His eyes lock on them as he moves up your trembling body, licking them off your skin.
“Look so pretty when you cry like a slut for me” You whine out as his dick pokes at your swollen clit, spreading your slick around. He leans closer to your face, kissing along your jaw to your ear.
“Was gonna make you ride me but my baby looks too tired for that, yeah?” He mocks, biting at your ear before moving down your neck. You nod quickly, hands grabbing at his shoulders as your thighs still twitch around his hips, another small whine leaving you at the ache forming in them.
You look over at the two other cameras in the room, watching them as he kisses down the valley of your breasts. His hand moves up to roughly turn your jaw from looking at the camera to looking at him, his teeth sinking into the skin of your breast. You let out a soft moan, thighs pressing further around his hips. He trails kisses between both your nipples — kissing and sucking and biting at the skin — drinking in the sounds of your whines and moans.
His tongue swirls around one of your nipples, sucking it into your mouth harshly. His hand moves to grope at the other, slapping and squeezing at it. He grins into your skin at the sound of your little gasps and whines, your fingers digging into his hair.
He pulls away and trails kisses back up your neck, biting into the skin and sucking. He points the camera at you, deep marks littered across your flushed skin. Your eyes meet his and you let out a small whine, the camera moving from your neck down your breast and navel and stopping at your pussy. He spreads your legs apart wider, one hand holding the camera as the other runs through your swollen folds, still sensitive from your 3 orgasms.
“Gonna fuck this pretty thing so good” he laughs out, setting the camera back against his chest as he runs his tip through your folds, pushing your legs wider. “Tell me how bad you want it, baby”
You whine out, grinding your hips against him despite how overstimulated you feel. “Please Toji, need you to fuck me”
He grins widely, slamming his hips into yours. You cry out, falling back against the pillows as his hips repeatedly slam into yours, pace already brutal as he fucks you. Your hands reach out, nails dragging down his arms until small droplets of blood form on his skin. He grunts out loudly, grabbing at your thighs to hold them open.
“Fuck you feel so good, such a dirty girl for me” he groans out, his deep voice dripping with pleasure as he plows into you. The camera strapped to his chest picks up everything — your tits bouncing widely with each violent thrust in, the squelching sounds filling the room from your soaked pussy, and the delicious bulge in your lower stomach from how deep he is in you.
He reaches down, pressing his palm into the bump and speeding up slightly, fucking widely into your pussy. You cry out again, whole body moving up the mattress from the force of his thrusts. The headboard repeatedly smacks into the wall, the noise filling the room loudly. Your moans and his grunts add to the noise, conjoint sounds of pleasure that prove how good hes fucking you.
His hand slides down, thumb rubbing into your sensitive clit and you jerk away from him again. His free hand tugs you back in place, thrusting himself so deep inside you feel like youll choke on it.
Drool drips from your chin, mind hazy and empty, only the thought of how good his cock feels remaining. Every harsh thrust in drags against your gummy walls, slamming into your cervix and that sweet spot. You feel so full, already so close to spiralling off the edge as he picks up speed.
“T-toji ‘ts t-too muchhh” you choke out with a whine, trying to sink your nails deeper into his skin.
“Awww is Daddys cock too much for you?” He teases with a choked laugh, giving a particularly harsh thrust that has your eyes squeezing shut.
“N-never said t-that” you moan, hips bucking against his as he pinches your clit, the heat in your gut suddenly snapping.
You let out a choked sob, tumbling over the edge as your orgasm washes over you. It was harsh and sudden, lighting your nerves up like fireworks as your hips buck uncontrollably against his. Your mind swirls, getting dizzy from the pleasure as your eyes roll into the back of your head. When you finally come down his hips are still fucking into you, thick cock dragging against your sensitive walls as he chases his own high.
You cry out his name as tears spill from your eyes again, trying to get away from the relentless thrusting of his hips. He leans forwards on top of you, hand grabbing at your throat and squeezing, a lewd moan escaping you.
“Almost there baby, jus’ be a good girl for Daddy for a bit longer. You can do it” he mumbles against your skin before slotting his lips over yours and kissing. His mouth dominates the kiss, biting at your lips before sliding his tongue against yours. You moan into his mouth, fingers tangling in his hair as your thighs wrap around his waist more firmly, pulling him closer to you.
The heat in your stomach builds again and you feel like youre going to lose your mind, body ringed out of every last drop of pleasure inside you. His hips lose their rhythm for a moment and he swears into your lips, forehead dropping to rest against your chin as his fingers tighten by a fraction around your neck. Hes fucking into you like an animal, desperate to reach his release after watching you get yours so many times. His fingers continue their work on your clit, not letting up as he gets closer to his peak, needing you there too.
He lets out a sudden broken sound, biting into your skin as he cums inside you. Warmth spreads inside you as you squeeze around him, reaching your peak as he slams into you roughly, releasing thick ropes of white into you. You grab at his shoulders, shaking against his strong chest as you sob out, cumming hard again. His hips rock gently into you, pushing his sticky release further into you before hes crumpling on top of your body.
“N-no more” you beg with a small whine, grabbing at his hair as he slumps further ontop of you, panting out as he tries to catch his breath. Your skin is sticky as you fit together, making him grunt out when he finally peels himself away and rolls over. Toji stays like that for a few moments, hands sliding down his sweaty face as he curses under his breath and lets out a laugh.
“Fuck that was good baby, holy shit” he turns to you with a wide grin, kissing along your shoulder before moving to turn off the cameras positioned around the bed. He uses the one that was on him to film between your legs, capturing how his cum leaks from you and drips down your thighs onto the mattress. He runs his fingers through it a couple of times before you jerk away, grumbling something as you turn away.
“Alright baby we done, dont worry. Did so good for me, you were so pretty” he praises as he kisses your thigh, turning the camera off and tossing it to the side. He reaches down and picks you up in his strong arms, pressing you to his chest as he walks you both to the bathroom. “Lets get you all washed up and then we can cuddle, hows that sound?”
♡ WARNINGS. mdni. added some x links. age gap, size difference, creampie, oral sex (f receiving), hair-pulling, spanking, public/semi-public sex, choking (with tie), degradation, praise kink, office sex, tummy bulge
♡ AUTHOR’S NOTE. AHHHHHH i love older men
OLDER BF!SHIU who first met you when you were some witness in a case he was stuck handling. he drove you home after, saying, “you’re safe now, dove, don’t sweat it.” slipped his card into your hand with a lazy, “call if you need me,” and peeled off—didn’t think much of it ‘til you called a week later.
OLDER BF!SHIU who showed up immediately when you called because he found you interesting (and pretty). then talking turned into kissing and next thing you know, he’s got you pinned on your couch, fucking you so deep your legs are jelly. left you sprawled out, panting, dripping with his cum while he lit a smoke.
OLDER BF!SHIU who loves eating you out very sloppy, sprawled on the bed, cig still smoldering in the ashtray, your thighs slung over his shoulders. he’s slurping you up, tongue digging in sloppy and wet, growling, “fuckin’ soak my face, princess,” ‘til you’re yanking his hair and dripping all over his chin.
OLDER BF!SHIU who won’t stop after you cum once. keeps his mouth or fingers on you, muttering, “one more, dove, i know your slutty little cunt’s got it,” ‘til you’re shaking and sobbing and he smirks, “there’s my fuckin’ girl,” loving how fucked-up you look.
OLDER BF!SHIU who towers over you with his broad shoulders, thick arms, and a cock so big it’s a struggle every time. loves pinning you down just to feel how tiny you are under him, smirking, “look at you—barely fit me in that little cunt.”
OLDER BF!SHIU who’s obsessed with the tummy bulge—every time he fucks you deep, he presses his hand right there, feeling himself move inside you. “fuck, look at that—my dick’s stretching you out,” he grunts, pounding harder just to see it push up, loving how you whimper about it being too much.
OLDER BF!SHIU who doesn’t give a shit what anyone thinks about the age gap. he just smiles at nosy comments and slings an arm around you, “jealous i got her and you don’t?” later, he’s got you slammed against the wall, pounding you ‘til you’re screaming loud enough the whole damn block knows why you’re with him.
OLDER BF!SHIU who’s always got a cig hanging from his lips, catching you staring and smirking, “want a hit, huh?” grabs your chin, blows smoke into your mouth, then crashes his lips into yours, tongue shoving in hard, “you’re too fuckin’ young for this shit.”
OLDER BF!SHIU who loves showing you off, you in some skimpy little skirt, him in his suit. pulls you onto his lap at a dive bar, hand creeping up your thigh, muttering, “let ‘em stare, princess—they’re just mad they ain’t fuckin’ you.”
OLDER BF!SHIU who doesn’t care about kids but fuckin’ loves pumping you full. pins you down, growling, “gonna stuff you full, dove,” and unloads deep, and gets off on watching it spill out slow, “look at that—fuckin’ perfect, dripping with me.”
OLDER BF!SHIU who’s working late at the office when you get too loud—moaning like a slut while he’s got you bent over his desk. he rips his tie off, stuffs it in your mouth, and mutters, “shut the fuck up, dove—gonna get us caught,” then keeps fucking you raw, the muffled screams making him harder.
OLDER BF!SHIU who’s a lazy fuck but loves watching you work—lounges back on the couch or bed, cig between his lips, hands behind his head, “c’mon, dove, bounce on this dick.” loves how your tits jiggle while you ride him, smirking, “fuckin’ tire yourself out—i’m just here for the view.”
OLDER BF!SHIU who doesn’t bother with condoms half the time—slides in raw and rough, smirking, “shit feels better like this, yeah?” loves dumping his load deep, holding you still while he fills you, “gonna be leaking me all day, huh? nasty little thing.”
OLDER BF!SHIU who’s got that old-man stamina—fucks you hard and fast, flips you over, and keeps drilling ‘til you’re whining, “too much, shiu—fuck!” he just laughs, “tough shit, dove—you can handle it,” and pumps you full again, grinning as you collapse under him, a sweaty, cum-stuffed wreck.
OLDER BF!SHIU who grabs a fistful of your hair when he’s giving you backshots—yanks your head back while he’s slamming into you from behind, his other hand smacking your ass red. “take it, princess—fuckin’ love this tight little hole,” he growls, railing you ‘til the bed groans and your knees give out.
OLDER BF!SHIU who’s hunched over his desk, scribbling notes for his work, when you straddle his thigh, needy and whining. doesn’t even glance up, just smirks, “go on, dove, rub that needy pussy on me—i’m busy.” lets you soak his slacks ‘til he’s done, then grabs your hips, bends you over the desk, and yanks your panties down, “couldn’t wait, huh? needy little thing.”
︵ ೀ mdni. quickie with shiu during his lunch break
“you’re more sensitive than usual.”
shiu leans back in his office chair, hands steady on your hips as you move in his lap. panties shoved to the side, and you’re riding him slow but deep, chasing the feeling you’ve missed for weeks.
after weeks of busy schedules, today you both finally lined up a free lunch slot and you showed up at his door flushed and impatient.
“been a while, hasn’t it?” he murmurs against your neck. he sounds a little surprised every time you get like this, but he doesn’t push the thought. instead he guides your rhythm, letting you bounce at your own pace while his thick length fills you completely.
you whimper softly and roll your hips harder, thighs trembling around him. every drag of him inside you feels fuller and hotter than usual after the dry spell. he notices right away.
“easy, baby. you’re shaking already.” his thumbs stroke your waist under your top. “all that time apart and now you’re this worked up. couldn’t wait, could you?”
you nod, biting your lip as you keep moving, taking him again and again. the chair creaks quietly under you. the thought of someone walking past his office door adds a rush, but you don’t slow down. you needed this. needed him.
shiu lets out a rough breath, eyes heavy as he watches you. “fuck… you feel so good. missed this so much.” he thrusts up to meet you, burying himself deeper, and you gasp at the sudden spark. he’s so hard, so warm, stretching you so right after weeks of nothing.
“so greedy,” he says, a small smirk tugging at his lips. “guess going without for so long made you extra needy.” his hand slides up your back, pulling you closer so your chest presses against him. “sneaking into my office just to ride me on lunch break. you really couldn’t hold out anymore, huh?”
you moan against his shoulder, moving faster. the ache in your body builds quick and heavy. he feels it too—the way you tighten around him. and he’s enjoying it so much, watching his pretty young girlfriend use him like you want. his cock throbs inside you, rock hard and pulsing as you ride him faster.
“don’t stop, baby,” he whispers near your ear. “keep bouncing on me. i want to feel you cum all over my cock before my next meeting.”
Suguru was a famous streamer, his content went from simple gameplays to completing long video game on stream which took several hours off his day and your relationship.
Sitting in his lap as he sets up his new monitor, wearing the stupid matching shirts “I love to finger paint” and “i am paint” which you have told him that they’re ridiculous but he always back himself up “they’re and at the end they’re not lying”
One of his hands laid on your hip as he focused on the settings “you know? For someone who has a girlfriend you definitely love that set up a lot” he snorts “you think I don’t give you attention?” He looks up.
As matter of fact, suguru was extremely handsome. Long black hair with the raccoon tail he dyed himself on my bathroom, thick lashes which complimented his ethereal look and don’t get me started on those purple hooded eyes— god they’re absolutely stunning.
“It’s not what i said” you tilted your head aside a little “I just think we could be spending this time more productively” his eyes looked between the screen and you “more productively you said?” You nodded.
——
“suguru! That’s not fair! You have like one hundred hours on this game” you frown because of course his way of “spending time more productively” was beating me at smash bros for four hours straight.
“Sweetheart, we’re spending time together and that’s what matters right?” He smiled at me— god I hate him so much.
Every time I’ll slide off his lap, he would pull me closer again “not so fast” his lips touched my neck so softly, letting him take advantage and k.o my character for another round.
“That’s enough, you’re definitely cheating, sugu!” He grabbed our controllers and put them on his desk. Your legs were now straddling his legs “not fair?” He murmured near your lips “you won two times, baby” you glared at him not knowing if he was serious or just messing with you.
“Two out of ten matches, definitely fair of course” he chuckled and the small loop on the left side of his lip shined softly with the monitors lights.
“How would you like us to fix this little unmatched issue?” He kissed right in your pulse point as his long fingers moved to your waist “hmm? Tell me” he kept his lips on your neck “Mario kart..” you said always too fast, your legs almost gave out as you walk to the door of the room to get some air or water, whatever comes first at this point to get you away from his torturous lips.
Minutes later, now that the atmosphere wasn’t him with his lips on your neck—- no gonna lie, he almost got me for a second.
you jumped out of your chair, beaming excitedly because your team finally beat him on balloons fight “told you, I’m way better than you in this” he tilted his head to a side, looking up at down at you.
“I get it, pretty. You won square and fair but this fight hasn’t finished” he stood up and lifted you up by the waist. “For someone so eager to win, I think we should settle this other way, don’t you think?” He walked both of you back until your feet touched the end of the bed.
He pushed you down with his weight “well, if you insist there is a more efficient way of setting things up” you chucked only for him to kiss you, his hand tangling in the hair in the nape of your nape, pulling slightly.
“Glad we’re on the same page, love”
˖ ᡣ𐭩 ⊹ ࣪ ౨ৎ˚₊ ˖ ᡣ𐭩 ⊹ ࣪ ౨ৎ˚₊ ˖ ᡣ𐭩 ⊹ ࣪ ౨ৎ˚₊
Author’s note: definitely wrote this with sebastian from sv in mind because suguru could be the sebastian in jjk.
𝚂𝙰𝚃𝙾𝚁𝚄 promised himself that he wouldn't touch you, his newly arranged wife. but he swears that you're trying to give him a heart attack with how bad you want him, someone twice your age.
꒰ age gap (40s/20s) :: arranged marriage :: suggestive ꒱
Satoru should have known you'd be a problem from the moment you said I do.
You were nothing he expected, everything he wanted, and something he couldn't have.
He knew he was in trouble from the day you flashed him those pearly white and crooked your head at him so cutely. Fresh out of your wedding ceremony and sprawled across your now shared bed. Waiting for a man with more creases settling into his skin than years to your name.
He sat still on the bed's edge. Quiet.
"You okay?" You asked. Sweet, sweeter than his scars deserved.
"Y'know," he drawled, cocking his head to mimic you. "You're awfully calm for a girl who just got married to someone old enough to be her dad."
He should have known the clan would pull something like this. Unfortunately, he could not outrun his elders. Forty four and without an heir was a stain on their name.
And now, you're here. Sweet, pretty, young you.
Smiling at him as if he hung the stars in the sky.
"Well," you intentionally mimicked his drawl. Huh, so you had spunk?
The mattress dipped beside him. Your soft knees brushed on his thigh's side. Your hands looked softer. Delicate. Probably fragile in his scarred ones.
"I guess that's right. You're twice my age— buuuuut."
Warmth bubbled in his side as you nudged him. A smile on your strawberry balmed lips.
"You seem nice enough." A dramatic? Sigh. "Real handsome too. Wouldn't say you're pushing fifty at all."
He blinked.
You stretched, still smiling. "Experienced, attractive, rich— what more could a girl ask for?"
His brows shot up. In all of his years as the Strongest, Satoru could only count on one hand the number of times in which his breath hitched.
You'd be responsible for it becoming two hands. Three, even.
What, with the way you batted your eyes at him at the dinner table. How you hung off of him during meetings.
It was odd. Not what he was expecting in the slightest. You should feel disgusted. Or unnerved.
He was your father's age.
Hell, his hands were wrinkling.
So why. The hell. Were you more into this than he bargained for?
"Don't you want a guy your age?" He scoffed at you one day during dinner.
You arched your brow. Huffed as you fixed one of your golden hoop earrings.
"Now why wouldn't I want my lobster buttery?"
Yeah. That's when he realised you were crazy.
Or maybe that should have been only a few days after your wedding, when he walked in to the sinful sight of you lounged on the bed. Silk kissing your soft skin. Teasing.
In a baby blue. Lingerie.
"What the hell are you wearing?" His hand covered his eyes. Over the blindfold. Not that it mattered. His six eyes knew what it wanted to see.
"A surprise for my husband." You smiled.
It felt like a taunt. He slept on the couch that day.
You were a little too excited about the thought of giving yourself away to a man who had finished school by the time you were born. A little too eager to press against his aging skin.
"We're married." You'd claim.
"Am I so wrong for wanting you?"
Of course not. But he sure as hell wasn't going to let your first time be with someone like him.
Not to mention the day that you—
"Remember how I said you're suppeerrr rich?" You cooed.
Satoru stared down at you. Mapping the morning sun that caressed half of your face in the dining hall.
His arms folded, the white fabric of his haori tucking against his chest. "Yes?"
He couldn't help but drawl, amused. Because his pretty arranged wife was full of surprises.
"Well, I was wondering."
Satoru really should keep his infinity up around crazy girls like you.
Your delicate fingers surged sparks into his veins. Your softness pressed into every inch of him.
As your hand treaded his bicep, so his sanity threaded. Thinned.
Doll eyes. Oh fuck. Why were you giving him doll eyes? Stop that.
"Could you maybe. . . spare your wife a little gift?" You asked.
Sweet.
Sinful.
The devil sure was pretty.
He cleared his throat, but he was still thirsty. Starving, even. White lashes hung low over blues as he watched every inch of you.
"What do you want?" He asked.
You leaned closer than he should have allowed you to. Pouted.
"There's this new pair of shoes on the market. Real pretty. Pink. I think it'd look soooo good on me."
"Yeah? That why you married me? For my money?"
"Well I could always work for it."
Your hands traced to his chest. That's where he should have stopped you.
He didn't.
You were nothing he expected.
Everything he wanted.
And something he couldn't have.
"Sweetheart," the words dripped dark. His brow quirked. Your fingers were getting a bit too comfortable with his haori ties.
His eyes hung heavy. Voice heavier.
"You know I've got scars older than you, right?"
It was meant to scare you off. But Satoru should have known better.
Again. He should really put his infinity up around crazy girls like you.
Instead of flinching. Or wincing. Or even curling your lip— you smiled.
Fucking. Dazed.
Were those hearts in your eyes?
Your fingers fiddled with his belt. Your giggle slipped into a sigh. Too dreamy. Too sweet.
"Yeah?" You hummed.
He laid a hand over yours. Gentle, because that's what pretty things deserved. But firm, because they never listened either.
Pulling you away, Satoru shook his head with a deep sigh.
"Anyone ever tell you you're crazy?"
Your pout returned. "So is that a yes to the shoes and a no to the sex?"
"Yes."
"Well, can you call me sweetheart again, then?"
He pinched the bridge of his nose. As you hung on his arm with those big, bambi eyes of yours. Oh, he sure had his hands full with you.
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!!!
“im pregnant” you said quickly as you handed the test to him “what?” He was shocked, his gym bag slowly touched the floor “what did you say?” His hands were tender and soft when he took the small test to see the two red lines.
definitely positive.
Wakatoshi’s childhood was sad due to the lack of presence his mother had, his father being his only support made him a gentle, caring and loving husband.
You have already talked about having kids, he was still a pretty unsure about it but if the case was that there was a baby coming, he’ll be the best father he could be.
The moment he walked in the living and saw you holding one pregnancy tear with teary eyes, something in him knew he was ready for this new chapter.
Days turned into weeks and then into months, you were six months pregnant, stretch marks already showing and that was something expected since wakatoshi was so tall.
His hands laid gently on my belly “he’s moving a lot this days” he chuckled softly, his hands rough due to intense workouts “it’s excited to meet his father” you smiled knowing his head was working overtime with thoughts.
Both of you decided to not have a gender reveal because it should be a surprise for both of you, the nursery was painted a pretty shade of sage green.
“It’s a boy, darling” wakatoshi said for the third time in the night as he pulled small onesie from his bag, some were gifted by his teammates and some were bought by himself “waka, that’s a lot of clothes, baby. we don’t know what it is” you smiled knowing that won’t stop him from buying more stuff.
“I can feel it, okay? Trust me with this” he leaned down and kissed you softly, strong arms wrapped around you tightly “Kageyama asked if he could come over tomorrow, well everyone wants to see you actually” he kissed your jaw softly “can they?” You turned around and kissed him softly “yes, of course I’ll go to the market to buy things for food.
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Nine months passed, the baby was already born. Ushijima was in love with his baby boy.
“Shh shh” he rocked the small bundle of clothes in his arms “papa is here now, yeah? No need to cry or mama’s gonna wake up and she’s really tired” he had his feeding bottle ready and full with warm milk.
In secret, you watched from the nursery room smiling. Wakatoshi turned into a nervous big man, he bought thousand of things including three sets of baby monitors.
“We need to keep an eye on Ren, you know he move a lot in his sleep” he looked at you dead serious in the eyes “wakatoshi, you bought three pairs of baby monitors, we only needed one love” you walked to him and hugged him “Ren is fine, the crib is safe and that little thing? He’s safe because his dad took aaaall the precautions.
After calming down his nerves, he said “he’s beautiful” one of his rough hands touched your waist, pulling me towards him “you did good, sweetheart” he kissed my forehead softly.
“it was a two people work, ushi” you looked up at him and smiled softly “I wasn’t working alone silly” he chuckled “you’re right but still you made it work” he turned you around to face him, his hands traveled from your waist to your hips “and I can remember how good you made it work, to be honest”
Your mouth opened wide “Ushijima Wakatoshi, oh my god” you hit his shoulder softly “you’re getting really bold these days” since he was way taller than you, you got on your tippy toes and kissed him softly “not that im complaining”
Weeks passed and we held a small party for Ren’s birth, something small for family and friends.
You received a lot of gifts, both from your family and his and thankfully you received them. Two days after the small baby shower you had, his teammates came over to meet little Ren.
Toshirō, Tobio and Hoshiumi appeared on your door, each one holding two small boxes “oh? Hey guys, ushi told me you were coming, come in” the three men walked in and quickly lowered their tone of voice.
“Where’s the boy?” Hoshiumi asked as he put down some pampers and baby wipes “oh he’s upstairs, ushi’s giving him a bath”
The three of them picked up Ren and rocked him softly and took photos, after some hours they left.
“They brought a lot of stuff for mini Ren” you said showing him the bags “so thoughtful of them honestly”.
~~~
Two years later
Ren was no longer a fragile newborn—he was loud, curious, and always moving.
“Papa!”
Tiny footsteps echoed through the house as Ren ran straight into Wakatoshi’s legs, nearly knocking himself over in the process.
“Careful,” Wakatoshi said, steadying him with one hand like it was nothing.
Ren only laughed, arms reaching up. “Up.”
And just like that, he was lifted—effortlessly—like he weighed nothing at all.
“There you are, little runner!” You appeared from the bathroom “I want to put perfume on him but he ran out the room” Ushijima chuckled and let you put some cologne on Ren.
“I already put everything on the car” he said, walking towards the door with Ren in his arms “we’re ready to leave” you grabbed a small bag with snacks and walked out too.
Ushijima planned a picnic date now that Ren can walk a little faster, you spent time on the kid’s area with him. Ren made two friends so he went playing with them as you watch him from a bench.
“he’s growing up so fast” Ushijima appeared suddenly “I know, right?” You leaned your head on his shoulder “he started to resemble you, the way you eat and even the way you walk” he smiled softly “I want to take him to one of my practice, want to take both of you” his hand touched your thigh.
“Sure, I’ll be more than happy to see you play, ushi” Ren came running towards us with a little kid beside him “mama!” He giggled “papa!” He pushed the little boy towards us “what’s wrong, baby?” He insistently signaled the boy “friend! New friend” you both laughed “you got a new friend, baby?” As we greet the little boy, his mom walked to us and greeted us back already planning a play date.
~~
Ushijima brought two volley shirt with his name and number for us “omg thank you!” He dressed Ren up but they took long enough to worry you, walking upstairs you could hear Ushijima talking with Ren.
“Look at you, handsome young man” he tied the laces of his sneakers “mama gonna be so happy to see you” he styled with a small comb his hair “let’s take some pics” he pulled out his phone and took selfies, solo pics and videos of Ren with his shirt.
“Someone cooked here” you entered the room “oh my god, who’s that handsome young man??” Ren hid his face shyly on ushijima’s chest and giggled “oh come here” you picked him up and twirled with him “ready to go see papa playing?” You asked and ren bounced excitedly on your arms “yes! watch papa play!”
~~
Once we arrived at the gym, Ushijima left his bag and started warming up with his teammates. Ren walked around greeting people and playing with his toys.
Two girls beside you were pointing at some players and giggling to themselves, at one point they mentioned ushijima “wakatoshi looks so handsome today! Heard he has a kid and he’s married!” One of the girls said “yes I know! His wife must be so happy and lucky, he’s so handsome” silently you leaned closer a little, trying to listen more clearly what they were saying.
Ren ran back to you for snacks, you pulled out some crackers and a small bottle of juice. He sat down beside you and ate silently while watching his dad on the court.
“So jealous of her” as you looked down at the court, Ushijima was already looking at you smiling so you waved at him gaining a wave back and a smile. The girls beside seemed to noticed and gasped softly “she is Wakatoshi’s wife?!” As soon as he turned around you noticed something new or maybe it was there all along.
Ushijima’s body changed, his back muscles more defined making him look absolutely buffed. His arms flexed every time he spiked the ball making his shirt to get tight around his arms and back — he looks absolutely edible.
After Ren was borned, his body gained a little weight so he had this fuller body. A little tummy, big arms and even bigger back but somehow you noticed that just now.
It wasn’t the kind of body meant to be admired from a distance.
It was the kind you felt safe getting close to.
When the game was over, Ushijima’s team had won, the bench filled with low cheers and relieved smiles.
Ren made his way down the steps as fast as he could, wobbling slightly but determined, until he reached him and wrapped his arms around his legs.
Ushijima looked down, surprised for only a second before he lifted him up effortlessly, holding him close as Ren giggled against his chest—like this was the part he had been waiting for all along.
You followed shortly after, making your way down to the court, heart still racing from the game.
“You did so well,” you said softly, stepping closer.
Wakatoshi turned to you, Ren still secure in his arms, and for a moment everything else faded into the background—the noise, the team, the lights.
You didn’t hesitate.
You leaned in and kissed him, quick but warm, your hand resting lightly against his chest.
He stilled for a second, then relaxed into it, one arm tightening just slightly around Ren, the other finding your waist like it belonged there.
When you pulled back, there was something softer in his expression—quiet, but full.
“We’re proud of you,” you murmured.
Ren nodded immediately, pressing his face against him. “Papa!”
And just like that, the celebration felt complete.
You lingered there for a second longer, your hand still resting against his chest, feeling the steady rise and fall beneath your palm.
“…I wouldn’t be mad if we gave Ren a sibling,” you added lightly, almost as if it had just crossed your mind.
Wakatoshi didn’t respond right away.
But his hand on your waist tightened—just slightly.
His gaze lingered on you, quiet, thoughtful… and something else.
“We can discuss it,” he said calmly. Ren, completely unaware, laughed between you both— and suddenly, the idea didn’t feel like a joke at all.
I keep thinking about cult leader!suguru who has a soft spot for you and the girls. He is very aware of how hard it has to be to you and the girls to just go out for ice cream when they’re closely related to him
