Sarcastic dad's best friend dislikes every guy you date
You're your daddy's little princess despite being a grown woman, twenty-two years old, desperate to explore this big world and finding a perfect partner to join your adventures. Your mom left when you were five so there isn't exactly a woman in your life to tell you what to look for in a guy and your dad isn't exactly the best person to talk about dating considering the horrible divorce and almost losing everything.
Which lead you to dating some very questionable guys...There's few normal ones of course, at least in your eyes, but thing just didn't work out. Not one did since high school.
Your dad welcomed each one of them into y'all's life, in hopes this one will work out so his little girl would be taken care of when he's gone, but one after another, he's slowly losing hope.
And though it doesn't really involve your dad's best friend, Satoru Gojo, it seems like he always have something bad to say about your boyfriends.
"He's too short."
"Too skinny."
"I'm so sorry..." When you show a picture of him.
"Too cocky." As if he isn't the cockiest man you know.
"He only makes six figures a year? I make six figures a month."
"The thing is, sweetheart." He draws a strand of hair away from your face when he's over to keep your company while your dad went to a work emergency. "You could do so much better. You're beautiful, smart, funny, and for crying out loud you're a woman! You are the prize."
You sighed, sinking into the couch with your arms crossed. "Gosh, you sound just like my dad lecturing me on stuff I already know."
He tapped his temple. "Me and your daddy shares the same brain cells."
"Look." You shoot up. "You have no wife, no girlfriend, no game so the last thing I want to take relationship advice from is you, okay?"
"You watch your tone, princess." He points his finger at you with a stern look. "Coaches don't play."
"Right, and I'm the player in your stupid metaphor." You scoffed and reached for the remote before him.
He gripped your wrist. "Woah, I don't know what has gotten into you but you're sassier than usual." He threw your arms up above your head. "Probably the lack of dick in your life, huh?"
You bet your tongue. Well, that's definitely true. You hadn't had sex for a whole year now, relying on toys that just doesn't match the intensity of a real man that could rip more than one orgasm out of you. And second, when is he so attractive?
"Ah, I'm right, like always." He smirked. "Do you even have an orgasm before? You seem like the type to fake it."
"Ugh! You're so irritating" You pushed against his grip but he's literally two to three times your size. "You're a perv to ask a girl that, you know?!"
He laughed at your attempt. "A girl? You're a grown ass woman with a driver license and legally could enter bars."
When he was distracted from his laughter, you attacked him with your free hand tucked behind your back. You pushed with all your strength on his shoulder. He did fall onto his back, but with you as well.
He made an "oof" sound when his back landed on the cushion and a second one when you fall on top of him. "Well, well, what do we have here." He pinned you against him. "It's been a while since you gave your uncle a hug."
"Ew. Don't say that."
"Awh, why not?" He tilts his head. "Because you're having provocative thoughts about me?"
Your face heats up. "Oh my gosh, let me go, you're so weird."
"That wasn't a no." His large palm traveled down to your ass. "Admit it, and maybe I'll go easy on you." He lifts his hand and lands a slap onto your ass barely covered by the worn-out thin fabric.
You jolted. "Cut it out!"
"Me cut it out?" He raised a brow with that stupid smug grin. "You're the one wearing a tiny crop and shorts to try and seduce me into breeding you. You think I don't know that? I was a manwhore then, princess."
"And now you have no bitches-"
He lands another slap, this time harsher. "You never learn your lesson." He hooked his finger onto the hem of your short. "Your daddy never dare to teach you how to shut your mouth so...Perhaps I should." He pushes your pants down.
You gasped and clawed at his shoulder. Just his finger length alone makes up the average size of a man’s you know what.
He chuckled. “You’re going to break my fingers. Are you sure you’re not a virgin?”
You bit his neck as a warning sign.
“Ouch, ouch, alright…” He shuffled his sweatpants down. Turns out he’s not wearing any undergarments as well. “Quit playing with you. Behave and relax.” He said more like an order than anything and poke his tip against your stretched hole.
You peeked out of curiosity. “That’s not going to fit!” You protested.
“Oh, yes it is.” He held your hips, leaving no room to disobey. “Be a big girl.” He pecked your chin as he lowered you down.
The stretch was overwhelming, yet so good. You took shallow breathes, really trying to make him fit and mold your vagina to accomdate for Satoru junior.
Once he’s ball deep in you, he let out a grunt at your throbbing walls against him. “Oh…It’s been a while since I’ve fucked someone.” He let you adjust to his side before going all into the deed. He thrusts his hips ruthlessly.
“S-Slow down…” You moaned, yet let him use your pussy.
“No need…This old man won’t last long.” He flipped you onto your fours, fist your hair into a ponytail and tug, creating that beautiful arch as he continued ruining your pussy.
The blinds were wide open, letting the world see what a whore both you guys are to go against your dad and Gojo’s long-time best friend in the comfort of his own home.
From the corner of your teary eyes, you saw in the distance of that familiar purple car closing in. “W-Wait!” You reached behind you to catch Satoru’s attention.
“Shit. I’m close.” He picked up his pace to speed up the process since it’s too late to stop now. He leaned down, his chest pressing against your back as he thrust one final time, marking your pussy with his cum. “Don’t worry, I’m old, my swimmers don’t work as they did when I’m your age.”
The front door opened, your dad entered with bags of groceries in his hands. “I’m home, princess.”
“Daddy.” You mumbled while fixing your messy hair.
Thank goodness Satoru has quick reflexes to get both of y’all dressed up just before your dad pulled into the parking lot.
“How’s my sweet angel?” He walked over to where you’re sitting and kissed the top of your head.
“I’m good, daddy.” You glanced at Satoru sitting beside you trying to act cool. “I thought you went to a business emergency…Why do you have groceries bags?”
“Well, I was driving back and I just so happened to pass by the grocery store so I figured I would pick up some of your favorite snacks.” He knelt before you, showcasing what he bought you.
“Where’s mine, Suguru?” Satoru spoke out with a smirk. “You know? Taking care of your beloved daughter?”
“Last time I checked, you didn’t come out of my balls.” He replied but didn’t take his gaze off of you.
“Ew, daddy, gross.” You laughed. “I don’t want to imagine that.”
“Sorry, princess.” He rubbed your thigh. “You’re trembling…”
“A-Am I?”
“Yeah…”
“I’m just excited to see you.” You quickly lied.
“Aww, you’re so precious.” He dumped all of your favorite snacks onto you. “Eat up, princess, you’re getting too thin.” He plots down next you, already opening the chip bag for you.
“Daddy, I can do it myself.” You reached for the bag.
“Ah.” He yanks it away. “I have to treat you like a literal princess so you have a high standard so you don’t end up with a scumbag like Satoru.” He rips open the bag and feeds you a chip.
“That hurt my feelings, Suguru.” Satoru pouted. “Your princess seems to love me.”
Thinking bout Simon's truck being so big he has to lift you up by the waist to get you inside every time. The thing is, you can't even reach the fucking handle, so you don't bother trying to get in anymore after failing miserably a couple of times. His Ford's just impossible to get into gracefully.
So, you simply wait by the door, standing there pretty and patient until he's towering behind you, and you feel the warmth of his tattooed arms effortlessly scooping you up to sit your ass on the seat.
It's actually funny because you're perfectly capable of getting in yourself, but over time you started doing it on purpose. He'd never tell you that, but he knows it too. The way your face lights up every damn time you wait for him gives you away immediately. Still, he'd never dare ruin your little game.
"Si, come pick me up, please?"
You stood in front of the monster he drove until you heard the door to your house click shut and his heavy boots against the driveway.
You didn't even bother to turn around. The low, amused huff that left Simon told you everything you needed to know.
The car unlocked with a click.
"Y'know," he drawled, coming to a stop behind you, "for someone who runs their mouth as much as you do, you're awful helpless, love."
A grin tugged at your lips as you felt his hands settle on your hips, giving them a light squeeze.
"Mhm."
He snorted.
"Such a fuckin' brat."
One second your feet were planted firmly on the ground; the next, they were kicking in the air as he hauled you up against his warm chest. A squeal escaped you before you could stop it.
"Simon!" You grabbed onto his forearms.
"What?" His voice was full of that stupid satisfaction he got whenever he managed to get a reaction out of you. "Thought you wanted me to help." He murmured close to your ear, sending shivers through your body.
You loved how easy he made it look and hated how your stomach flipped every time.
But fuck, what you loved most was being manhandled by him.
By the time he set you down on the passenger seat, your face was all warm.
His hand lingered on your thigh for a second longer before he stepped back.
You narrowed your eyes. Simon looked entirely too pleased with himself.
"Creep."
"Got in the truck, didn't ya?"
You pouted.
"Buckle your seatbelt!" Simon barked out a laugh and shut the door.
"You fuckin' buckle my ass," you huffed under your breath.
your boyfriend satoru is almost too big to fit 𐔌՞ ܸ.ˬ.ܸ՞𐦯 ﮳﮳ᐢ) !
you’re on your back, legs spread wide, shaky breaths escaping your lips as satoru kneels between them. his cock is already slick with precum, a thick, heavy weight that rests against your stomach whenever he leans forward. you’ve done this before—enough times to know the ache that comes after, the way your body protests and craves him in equal measure. but tonight, something’s different.
“you okay?” he asks, voice low, teasing, but there’s a genuine edge to it. his thumb traces circles on your hip, grounding you.
“yeah,” you whisper, even though you’re not entirely sure. you reach down, fingers wrapping around his shaft. even half-hard, he’s massive—your hand can’t close around him, can’t even get halfway. your palm slides over velvety skin, feels the pulse kick under your touch. he hisses, hips twitching forward.
“gotta warn you, baby,” your boyfriend says, thumb pressing into your wetness, gathering some of the slick mess. “i’m not gonna be able to hold back tonight.”
you nod. a part of you wants this, wants to feel him split you open, wants that desperate, overwhelming fullness even if it hurts. you bring your other hand between your thighs, spread yourself open, show him how wet you already are, the way your hole flutters in anticipation.
“put it in,” you breathe.
satoru lines himself up, the fat head nudging against your entrance. it’s just the tip, and already you feel the stretch, the burn of being filled past what’s natural. he pushes, slow, inch by inch, and you gasp, back arching off the bed. your walls clench around him, trying to accommodate, but it’s too much. he’s too big.
“fuck,” he grunts, sweat beading on his brow. “you’re so tight. you’re fighting me.”
it hurts. it hurts so good. you can feel your inner muscles pulling against his girth, can feel the resistance, the way your body tries to deny him entry even as you beg for it. he stops when he’s about halfway in, breath ragged.
“i can’t—you’re not gonna take all of it,” he says, voice strained. “it won’t fit.”
“i don’t care,” you whimper, hands gripping his forearms. “just—please. i need it.”
he takes a breath, then pushes harder. you cry out as he forces another inch in, the pain sharp and bright, mixed with a pleasure that makes your toes curl. he’s buried deep now, but still not all the way. you can feel the empty space inside you, the part of him still outside, and it drives you crazy.
satoru starts to move, shallow thrusts at first, pulling out just enough to let your body adjust before pressing back in. each time, the stretch is remade, your cunt screaming in protest and welcome. your moans turn into a steady stream of incoherent pleas—faster, more, harder, please—and he obliges, picking up the pace.
but his cock is too big. no matter how much you want it, no matter how wet you get, you can’t take him fully. your body tells you in little spasms, in the way you clench and release without rhythm, in the tear tracks that streak your cheeks. he sees them, slows down.
“too much?” he asks, and his thumb wipes at your cheek.
“don’t stop,” you choke out. “don’t stop.”
so he doesn’t. he fucks you with everything he’s got, hips snapping against yours, the wet sound of your pussy taking what it can filling the room. you can feel every ridge of his cock, every vein, the way he pulses inside you. your hands rake down his back, leaving red marks, and he growls, fucks you harder.
it’s not long before you come. the orgasm builds like a wave, cresting over you as he grinds against that spot inside you that makes your vision go white. your legs clamp around his waist, pulling him deeper, and you scream into his neck as you come undone, pussy clenching around him in violent pulsing waves.
but he doesn’t stop.
“s-satoru, wait, i’m still—” you gasp, overstimulated, sensitive, raw. the feeling of him still moving inside you after your orgasm is almost too much, a pleasure so intense it borders on pain.
“i know,” he says, and he’s not cruel, but he’s relentless. “one more. just one more for me, baby. you can do it.”
you’re shaking, trembling, your thighs quivering as he thrusts. the overstimulation amplifies everything—the stretch, the friction, the fullness. every brush of his cock against your walls sends jolts of electricity through your nerves. you’re crying now, a mix of ecstasy and exhaustion, but you don’t tell him to stop. you can’t. you need this, need him to use you until you’re nothing but a sobbing, cum-drunk mess.
he watches you fall apart, eyes half-lidded, lips parted. his hand snakes down between your bodies, fingers finding your clit, swollen and oversensitive. he rubs circles, light and fast, and you arch off the bed again, a broken moan tearing from your throat.
“that’s it,” he murmurs. “come on. give me another one.”
your second orgasm is less explosive but longer, a drawn-out, messy affair. your entire body feels like it’s on fire, every nerve ending lit up, as you cum around his too-big cock, still buried inside you, still moving. you feel his rhythm stutter, feel his heat spill inside you, deep and hot and endless. he groans your name as he cums, and the feeling of being filled by him, even though he never fit completely, is the final push you needed.
he pulls out gently, careful not to hurt you, and you both collapse on the wet sheets. his cock is still hard, still slick with your combined fluids, and you can see the way your entrance gapes, the redness, the evidence of what you’ve done. he kisses your forehead.
“you okay?” he asks again, softer this time.
you don’t have the breath to answer, so you just nod, curling into his chest. you feel the soreness already settling in, the dull ache that will bloom into something more tomorrow. but right now, you still feel him inside you, even though he’s not. that phantom fullness.
he’s still hard, pressing against your thigh. you can feel his breath quicken, and you know he’s not done yet. “one more,” he whispers, and the words are a command and a plea, all at once. “please. i need—again. i need you to take it again.”
you should say no. you should tell him you need a break, that your body can’t handle another round. but the way he looks at you, desperate and hungry, and the way your pussy still clenches around nothing, aches for him despite the pain—it overrides any sense.
“okay,” you whisper. “okay. but go slow.”
“i will,” he says, and he’s already positioning himself, already pressing the head of his cock against your overworked entrance. you hiss at the immediate stretch, the burn returning with a vengeance. he pushes in, inch by inch, and you can feel every fold of your cunt being forced open, made to accommodate him even though it never will.
your cries turn into sobs as he bottoms out—or rather, as he reaches the point where you can’t take any more. he strokes inside you, slow and deep, and the overstimulation is a living thing now, a fire that consumes you from the inside out. every nerve is screaming. your clit is so sore you can’t bear the thought of touch, yet when he reaches down and pinches it, you scream, a mix of agony and bliss.
your boyfriend fucks you like that, slow but punishing, milking your oversensitive body for all it’s worth. you’re a mess of tears and sweat and cum, legs trembling, hands fisting the sheets. he doesn’t stop until you’re choking on another orgasm, this one weak and painful, barely a shudder before you’re done.
he follows close behind, spilling into you again, his cum mixing with his own before it leaks out around his cock. he stays buried for a long moment, breathing hard, before pulling out. you’re left lying there, empty and shattered, your cunt fluttering, trying to hold onto something that’s too big to stay.
satoru collapses beside you, pulling you close. “that was—fuck.” he laughs, a low, exhausted sound. “you’re amazing.”
you can’t find the words, so you just press a kiss to his chest and let the slick, messy aftermath settle around you both, the ache of being stretched beyond your limit a warm, persistent throb that promises to haunt you for days.
"love, no... don't go," nanami rasped, voice low still laced with sleep. his breath tickled the back of your neck as he spoke. the hold of his hand around your waist was somehow tighter, even after when you thought you couldn't possibly get any closer than this; your back on his chest without any space in between.
"let me gooo, i want to make my coffee," you whined softly, the tone made it apparent that you couldn't hold a smile at the sight of your usual collected man being so clingy. provoking him further, you once more tried to release the grasp of his hand on your stomach. the man responded with a disapproving grunt, the vibration from his lips against your skin made you shiver.
"stay, please. i'll make it for you later," he pleaded, trailing lazy kisses along your shoulder blade in hope to get you stay in bed, going as far as bringing his leg over both of yours, practically keeping you in his embrace. you chuckled.
"but i want it now," you replied, yet despite those words you couldn't help but put your hand on his cheek, seeing how the blond nuzzled closer to it, chasing the contact like a cat basking under the attention.
"not yet," he murmured, doubling down by gently turning you over, bringing you closer as you rested your head on his chest. you caved under his relentless touch, both his arms folded snugly behind your back. nanami wore a satisfied smile, like he just achieved something great. "i need another hour of this. of you."
"didn't know i'll be held hostage in some mornings when i went into this marriage," you teased, the comfort of his warm hug made you abandon the scheme you never planned to follow through. your fingers made their way to draw random patterns on the navy shirt he was wearing.
he caught your digits, planting a soft kiss at the back of your hand, "and you promised to accept me as i am in your vow, so i'm afraid you'll have to put up with this for the rest of your life."
the tv screen shines brightly as you and nerd!toru, sit on the ground watching The Notebook.
ever since the start of uni, you and satoru have been inseparable. of course, you love taking all the credit for your friendship by saying you kept bothering him until he finally cracked and agreed to be your best friend.
and now, almost 2 and a half years later, you’re doing your weekly movie night at your dorm fighting over popcorn and debating over the movie.
“i don’t get it. if it’s been what, 7 years? how come she’s still not over noah?” he asks midway.
you laugh, almost choking on the popcorn you’re eating. “well duh. he’s her first love, of course it’d be special.”
“have you been in love?”
your heart thumps at the question. even worse, you looked up to meet his eyes and your eyebrows furrow at how beautiful they sparkle.
god. he has bewitched you, body and soul.
“no,” you’ve never say abruptly. “i… i haven’t.”
if you weren’t too enamoured by him, you wouldn’t have missed the way his lips slightly frowned and his eyes looked down like a sad puppy.
“oh,” gojo says. “me neither, haha.” he uncomfortably sits up straight and tries to focus his eyes on the tv.
but he couldn’t.
while you cleared your throat and went back to watching the movie, gojo turns his head to look at you.
“actually i… i have.” he says.
“hm?”
“i have— i mean, i am in love.”
oh.
you flutter your lashes up at him, heart torn into pieces at who he might be talking about.
despite that, you still smile and playfully punch his shoulder. “yeah? who’s the lucky girl?”
he looks into your eyes, then your lips, then your eyes again.
your hips ache from how long you've been riding him.
your boyfriend sits, leaning back on the couch, his arms locked lazily behind his head as you bounce, all eager and sweet on his cock.
your eyes had rolled all the way back in your head, your mouth hanging open in the softest, most helpless little moans, the second he'd fully sheathed himself inside you, your pussy squeezing his shaft almost painfully tight with every slick, drag of your warm walls around him.
"f-feels—feelsogood !" you babble, each thrust of your hips growing sloppier and sloppier as you whine, unabashedly loud and needy, against the crook of his neck.
perhaps if you'd been watching his expression instead, you'd predict what was coming your way at the very apex of your impending orgasm with the way his mouth had curved into the smuggest, most irritatingly self-confident smile that spelled nothing but trouble.
you drag yourself up till nothing but the bulging head of his cock remains in your soaked hole and then thrust downwards again, stuffing every single thick, filthy inch of him riiight back inside your pussy.
your nails tighten in the rigid muscle of his pecs, practically clawing at his sex-slicked skin, the rhythm of your bounces being thrown off kilter as your orgasm hurtles towards you like a freight train and that's when you hear it.
" aww you like that, huh ? look at you goin' all ah ah ah ! so cute, honey."
you freeze when you notice it. the way he's been mocking your desperate little cries of pleasure and calling them "cute" like your some helpless little puppy on the street instead of the girl currently fucking his brains out and milking his cock for all its worth.
"did you just— did you just mock me ?" you ask, glaring at the cocky bastard, now grinning all proud and shameless up at you like he's not buried balls-deep inside your pussy.
"what? you gonna get mad about it ?" your boyfriend smirks, raising an eyebrow almost as if he's challenging you to get pissed and do something about it.
"well, I mean yeah." you pout, your brows furrowing together as you threaten to pull away.
his arms lock tightly around your waist when you move, pulling you closer to him till your smushed into his stupid, perfectly sculpted chest.
"oh come on, baby. we both know you ain't going nowhere. still too needy for my cock, yeah ?" he groans into your mouth, now slack and hanging wide open once again from the way he's dragging his cock almost all the way out of you before you stretching you open all over again with slow, filthy strokes that have your thighs quivering as sticky rivulets of your slick soak his girth down to the very base.
"besides, couldn't help myself. you just sound too fuckin' adorable."
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. ۫ᯓᡣ𐭩 g. satoru ﾉ f. reader ˚₊‧꒰ა sleepy dryhumping ໒꒱ ‧₊˚
˖ ꯴ ⌇ toru's too tired to fuck & too horny to sleep pls help him ⭒ for my sweetie @all-with-angel
Not many things could keep Satoru from you. But two weeks worth of back-to-back missions and criminal hours of sleep? Came damn close.
"Mnn, toru?" Your croon washed over him. A sweet caress to every aching muscle and exhausted fibre. His hands ached to touch you, and so they cupped your thighs. He was always mindful of his weight, but tonight he tumbled into you.
Not that you ever minded. Your hands drew to his tousled hair. Magnetic. Fingers playing with the blindfold and adjusting it while he nuzzled your neck in languid affection. While you adored his eyes; if your beloved was this tired, not having his blindfold would result in more stimulation than could bargain for.
But stimulation was what Satoru searched for as he pressed your body into the mattress. Blankets knocked off, he grew jealous of how they held you. Nightgown lifted, how dare it keep you from him?
Clumsy, open-mouthed kisses distracted you for a time. Everything crumbled the second he slotted between your legs. Your fingers coiled his hair in a tiny tug. "Satoru? Hey. . ."
And then you're gulping down heat. Shuddering at the all-too-familiar bulge rubbing on your cotton panties. His favourite. Fuck, if he had enough energy he'd peel them off with his teeth and unwind with a delicious helping of your sweet pussy squeezed around his tongue.
"Need you so bad, baby." His breathy groan muffled on your neck. Lazy hickies lather your skin. He'll repaint them in the morning. All he needed was right here. Your hands in his hair, your throbbing heat against his tent, you. Beneath him, holding him.
His last steam poured into his hips in an idle, slack-worthy rock. To-and-fro in gentle waves crashing pleasure on his shores. Large hands dipped around you, clinging onto your nightgown from behind as he nestled his nose into neck. "Fuuck, so tired, but need m'girl . . . need her sweet body."
Slurred, mumbled, Satoru's voice droned into your skin he still insisted pressing slow kisses on. His heavy body and tight grip provided just enough pressure. His bulge dwarfing your panties just enough friction. Gliding seamlessly against your folds once you began slicking.
Your soft moans dripped into his ear. Another ounce of fuel. Enough to speed his pace by a fraction. He encased you into the bed. Enveloping you, drowning, suffocating. In your scent, your heat, your very soul. Everything that he missed for those two hellish weeks.
Satoru stuttered a whine at the abrupt gush of your pussy. Seemed he woke her up. "Tha's my girl . . . fuck, she missed me sooo much. 'm sorry. Sorry I left her so long."
He was babbling. Another burst of energy willed him to lay a round of kisses over the base of your throat. Large hands reached to cup your ass and nudge your legs around his waist. The rubbing turned to humping. Desperate, clumsy, and all the more sleepy.
"Mnn, wanna fuck her," he whined, mouthing on the front of your throat to his lips. Oh, he collapsed. Crumbling into your mouth with sloppy, heated smooches and a lazy tongue.
"Wanna - hah -" he sucked down on your tongue. "Wanna fuck her soo baaddd, but 'm so tired, baby."
He slumped into you. A mess of languid kisses and sleepy humps. He caught on your clit, slotting between slick fabric and grinding at just the right angle that stimulated you enough. Even when half-asleep, his cock thrums powerfully into you. You bite on a whimper and card your hands through his hair.
"Mnn, sshhh toru, 's okay - mngh. It's okay, we have tomorrow. How 'bout I wake you up to a little surprise huh?"
"Don't try to suck me off," he huffed tiredly, hips stuttering.
You laughed and leaned in to press a quick kiss to his temple. "Nah. I was thinking . . ." The trailed whisper into his ear had him whining. Face buried into your neck again as he drowsily nods.
"Mhhm," his hips stuttered again. Once, twice, pleasure burst in tender shivers down your spine. A gentle, half-orgasm. Before he fell still. Dick still throbbing into you. Arms held tight. Lips still parted.
But a small glance down was enough to tell you, your poor boyfriend was out for the count. Still suckling on your neck.
▶︎︎ Southbound (starring . various jjk men & women)
synopsis . Mundane things you do that drive them craaaazy. pairings (separate) . Sukuna x f!reader, Gojo x f!reader, Choso x f!reader, Toji x f!reader, Shoko x f!reader, Geto x f!reader, Yuki x f!reader.
content . afab!reader, some established relationships, modern au, dirty talk, pet names, feral men & women, creampies, pervy!choso, finger sucking, perversion, overstim, filth, spit, cock stepping, rough sex, they’re naaaasty & obsessed, jealousy here ‘n there, fingering, possessiveness, brat taming, oral sex, etc.
word count . 8.4k || author's note: based on a request i can't find (help lol)! (not proofread) & the banner art is by rororogi mogera <3
☆ Sukuna Ryomen — flipping him off.
The moment your finger flew up his way in an aggravated flare, you expected the usual annoyed grunt or two in response. Instead, Sukuna's entire attitude shifts and you think you see his eyes getting uncharacteristically softer on you. Well, not really soft but soft in the way that lets you know that man is not paying attention to a word you're saying anymore.
"—and I really can't believe you," You're continuing on, "It's the same shit every week, and I just don't think I can—are you even fucking listening to me?!" Your words seem to capture his attention for a second, but his eyes are mostly trained onto your hand.
A muscle in his jaw flexes ever so slightly before you spot the faint quirk in his lips, crimson eyes just barely managing to find your face again, "What?"
"Oh, so you weren't listening," You scoff, turning away from the man with a pronounced roll of your eyes. Then you flip him off a second time and attempt to walk away from him, "Yeah, I'm done with this. Fuck y—"
“How far down my throat do you think that finger of yours could reach?” Sukuna asks all too casually and too slowly for your liking.
To which you end up choking, the remainder of your tirade dying out in your throat with one stupidly dry swallow. Your hand steadily retracts from where it is in the air and you turn to look at him, “What.”
Yeah, you knew the guy had some… strange interest when you first started talking to him romantically but nothing could’ve prepared you for the boner he popped when your middle finger went waving his way.
That—paired with that weird ass question he asked—is exactly how you ended up watching your boyfriend suck those same fingers of yours with a dark look in his eyes while he fucked you from the side. He had a singular hand neatly perched against the curvature of your hip as his other held onto your wrist to keep your hand from falling away from him.
“Mmhmm, mmmph,” Sukuna purred deeply, lathering your shaky digits with a slicked glaze of his saliva and driving his long, aggravatingly hard cock in ‘n out of your leaky cunt.
Squelch after squelch after squelch and the man was an utter mess before you. You watched as sweat trickled all down from the pink tuffs of his hair, strands clinging to his forehead messily while he sucked at your hand.
Between your moans, you found your eyebrows scrunching up as you huffed, “Why are you into this—aanh-, shit. Right there… f-fuckin’ freak.”
He nearly swallows your fingers whole, sucking impossibly harder in reaction and letting your fingertips graze the very back of his throat like some deranged whore. Sukuna had always been one to kiss your hand whenever he was trying to be romantic with you but you didn't think that'd translate over to this.
“Sukuna,” You called out in a desperate attempt at tugging him out of that fucked-out state of his.
The mean smack of his balls against your skin echoed and bounced off the bedroom walls with loud plaps, mixing in and growing louder with the grunts he was letting out and your moans.
He suddenly drags your hand away from his mouth and lets his droopy saliva splatter out and fall onto the side of your exposed waist, “Fuck do you want? Can’t you see my mouth is busy, woman?”
Your lashes flutter lightly as an utterly appalled feeling wells up inside you, “I—“
Unfortunately for you and whatever complaints you were about to strew his way, you're promptly cut off by the sultry motion of his hips plowing on as if fucking you was too easy of a task for him to put all his attention into. Then Sukuna politely takes your fingers back into his mouth and you think you see a little gleam of satisfaction coating his ruby gaze.
You tried to go on and catch him off guard by curling your fingers, but that only earns a stingy spurt of cum from the head of his cock as he gags. Then his eyes fly back and he seems to suction his mouth to your fingers even harder. Almost like he wants you to keep doing that.
To which you crack a smile, “Y’like that, ‘Kuna?”
Your boyfriend nods his head in a near pathetic manner—a way of which only your eyes are meant to capture. His cock is still ploughing through your puffy folds, sure to leave your inner walls swollen and stuffed with him by the time he's done.
Especially if you continue to egg him on by tilting your head at him and barely pulling your fingers away from him so that his mouth could follow like some big, starving mutt. Shaking your head, “This is so gross. Hah, why are you drooling like that?”
Sukuna pulls your digits out of his mouth again but only to stick his freakishly lengthy tongue out and then give you a slutty display of him wrapping a bit of the muscle around your fingers. Then he plasters wettened kisses the tips of them, “You have a really pretty fuckin’ hand.” He unexpectedly compliments.
You watch as the man shifts to drag your saliva-coated digits down along the tense plane of his sharp abs, his hips having stilled for a mere second so you could feel how your touch caused his weeping cock to pump 'n twitch frantically all around your insides.
“Can’t expect me to focus when you go waving it around in my face," He explains through a shortened breath. You take it upon yourself to feel at more of his chest while he leans over and moves both of his hands to your leg, practically pinning your body in place so he can rapidly puncture his dick past the elasticity of your entrance. "All I can think about it how good you feel against me—any part of you.”
A smile is placed upon your lips just then, “Aw, that’s kind of romanti—“
“Especially when you start stroking the inches of my cock that haven’t made it inside you just yet," He groans at the memory of it and your hand had unintentionally met the firm dips of his v-line, causing every inch of his body to shudder violently against you.
Then you deadpan, “Okay, never mind.”
To which he flashes a smug smile your way, “Keh.”
What a weirdo.
☆ Gojo Satoru — sneezing.
This freak. When he’d muttered a strangely hoarse bless you after the sneeze you’d let out, you tried not to think much of it.
But it was a little difficult to do that when he started to stare at you afterwards, flaunting that look of his that explicitly tells you his mind has gone somewhere very dirty. You were lightly rubbing the back of your hand against the tip of your nose to ease the itching sensation that the sneeze of yours had left and yet your weird ass husband was spotted in the corner of your eye bitting his bottom lip.
You sneeze one time during sex and now the damn from you sound makes his dick stand up no matter the situation!
Apparently whenever you sneeze, you clench especially hard around him—hard enough to drive him absolutely insane.
The two of you were trying to do some late spring cleaning and ended up in your cozy little attic, the air tinged with dust due to the vacancy of this area of your home. So naturally you were prone to a sneeze or two.
Unfortunately for you, this gave Gojo the brightest idea of all time.
He now has you hoisted up in his large, grabby hands—fucking you stupid as he bounces you up and down the fidgety length of his flushed cock—and hoping that having sex in this specific part of your home will coax a sneeze or two out of you.
"You're so weird," The words muddled out of your mouth in an airless little laugh, your head falling forward against the firm plane of his shoulder as he readjusted the mean grip he had on your thighs.
Despite hearing you just fine and smiling, "Is there something you wanted to say, baby?" Gojo asks, breath coming out warm near your skin.
Your eyes roll. "I said-," His hips snap upward just to purposefully cut you off, his thickened shaft sprawling your weepy hole open all the more with his ever swift motion. "Nngh-, ‘said you're so weird."
His head turned just so that his lips could brush at the shivering shell of your ear, "And yet," Gojo's teeth bare out to graze over your skin teasingly, "You're the one squeezing my cock like you don't wanna let him go." He points out.
While that was more than true, you weren't about to give him the satisfaction of you admitting it when he's the same mane who got turned on from your sneezing.
The attic air was rather warm from the glowy sun outside, and dust particles floated around lazily through the slanted beams of warm rays creeping through the singular small window placed not too far away from where Gojo stood with you. Nearly every bit of forgotten furniture cluttered in the area was painted over with a thin layer of ashy gray.
It'd been quite some time since the two of you had been in here. Hell, you believe the last time you both visited your attic was back when you guys were still christening the house via fucking in every room.
Per his idea, by the way.
The wooden floorboards beneath Gojo's sturdy feet had creaked from the weight of both his body and you hauled up in his arms. Wet droplets of slick splattered down onto the floor just under you with his every other uneven thrust, and you found yourself holding onto him tighter as he suddenly picked up the pace.
The plan to clean the attic up flew out the window about three or so sneezes ago and now he was waiting for you to do the same while his dick was inside you. It shouldn't have been too hard.
"Y'know most h-husbands just say bless you 'n hand their wife a tissue when they sneeze," Your voice was a bit unsteady from the way he was moving inside you—balmy cockhead poking all around your cervix and just kissing at your inner sweet spot to get you all the more wet around him.
You felt his chest rumbling slightly against your tits as he chuckled deeply, "Mmmh, yeah. But most husbands probably aren't blessed with the—fuck, knowledge that their wife's pussy sucks on their cock every time she—"
"Ohmygod, don't say it," You whine, cringing slightly as you leaned away from him as best as you could to catch the expression he was making.
He looked far too proud of himself, "...lets out the cuuutest little—"
"Satoru." You cut off with a warning glare in your eyes.
He only ignores it to smile at you, hands shifting to hike your body up higher in the air. The sudden change in angle brought about stars behind your shutting eyelids, his cock dragging against that squishy spot inside you that had your toe curling.
It seemed as though this was a position he'd managed to perfect with the the way he had you perfectly suspended in the air as if you weighed nothing, your tits bobbing, and feet left to dangle uselessly as he used gravity and his freakish strength to fuck you exactly how he wanted.
Oh, he was getting that sneeze out of you again.
Your hands reached up a little to tangle your fingers into his hair, holding on and tugging at him sharply whenever his tip plucked into the tightest nook of your pussy.
Mouth left open and mixed breathy moans 'n pants pouring out of you, Gojo saw how he already had one part of his plan down so far—fucking you straight to tears like he always did.
"Admit it, sweetheart," His voice dipped a pitch lower and he sounded overly determined to get his way, "You love that I know this about you, that I pay attention."
"Mmph-, I think it's weird, 'Toru. I just said this," You counter, words lacking any sort of bite to them.
Gojo's lips quirk up and his lashes bat slightly as he feels your saccharine walls quivering around the base of his cock, his hips barely rocking your body up. "Riiight, and that's why you're drippin' all down my cock right now—because you think it's weird."
You pout at him, "You're so annoying."
"You love me, though. And you love this," He picks his pace right back up where he'd just barely left off, letting his the crowning tip of his cock swat nastily against your depths to tug something sluggishly slick out of you. "Love that your weirdo husband still thinks you're sexy even when you're blowing sno—"
"I'm gonna get dry if you keep this up," You lie as your fingernails slightly scrape against his scalp and you cling onto his body tighter.
His smile manages to get impossibly wider, "Hah, not with my cock inside you, you're not." Gojo says cockily. Then his brows scrunch up and his dick is felt twitching inside you, "Plus it's your fault I'm like this to begin with, you should've held your sneeze back when we were cockwarming that night."
With every thrust and every word that jumped out of his mouth, you were only finding yourself surprised by the things he was coming up with. Scoffing, "You're being ridiculous."
Gojo lets your little comment slide for the time being and begins to walk over towards one of the attic's dustiest corner. Your expression instantly begins to twist up and you could feel your breathing growing shallower as the prospect of a sneeze tickles at your nostrils.
You really didn't want to give him what he wanted just yet.
"Oh? Did your nose just twitch?" Gojo asks, tugging your body impossibly closer to his so that your tits were sandwiched against his firm chest.
His hips became relentless just then, making it even harder for you to breathe with the way he was mercilessly fucking the air right out of your lungs.
"N-No," You tried to gasp but he saw the way tears welled up in your eyes.
Smirking knowingly at you, "Nah, don't hold it back now. Let it out, sweet girl. C'monnn, I just wanna feel you clench around me again." His voice softens up on you and you let out a short breath.
"This is so weird 'n embarrassing," You're whining, cunt spasming around his jaggedly thrusting cock. He was getting more and more frantic with each second that passed.
"Is it?" Your husband taunted, eyes lighting up as he watched your face contort into an expression that told him you were on the verge of a sneeze. "Well, I think—"
He's cut off almost comically by his own body—the dust having gotten to his nose instead of yours and leading him right into a short sneeze. With it comes a harsh thrust from his hips as the crash against your skin and you feel his muscles clenching tightly before his balls begin to twitch.
And then he's cumming inside you like an idiot.
"Oh," You're gasping now as you smirk right back at him, "I think I'm starting to get the appeal now."
☆ Shoko Ieiri — putting on lipgloss.
It’s a simple thing you, and many other people in the world, do to add some shine to your lips and yet your perpetually overworked girlfriend can’t help but get worked up every time she sees you doing it.
Perhaps it’s because you’re hers that it drives her insane but fuck, something about watching that pretty translucent shade of gloss slip out across the gorgeous curves of your lips makes her mind run to the most sinful of places.
It always reminds her of her lips against yours—and no, not the ones on your face.
There's only one other thing she can think of that's as lustrous 'n pretty as your lips are after you put on lipgloss. And that other thing is the same thing she's spreading open now with the two meticulous pads of her thumbs.
Your pussy is quivering under her due to the way she's panting like she's on the verge of dehydration from not lapping at you fast enough. She watches the cute pucker and clench your hole makes around nothing as she does so—eyeing how slobbers of slick dribbles out of you and trails down to your other hole.
You always got so wet for her, she just couldn't get enough of it.
That, and what's better than eating out her pretty girl after a long day of work?
Shoko nearly moans after blowing some air over your cunt to watch the way it flinches in reaction. "So cute," She mutters gently, "And wet." Then she's sending a fat wad of spit towards your clit and letting it trickle downward to mix with the rest of your soaked glory.
You don't even get to say anything before she's diving right in. Hell, you're not sure what got into her in the first place. You were supposed to be heading out to do some shopping but in the midst of your getting ready, Shoko said she needed something from you beforehand.
You knew she was watching you get all dolled up but you didn't think she was getting turned on from it too.
Locking her lips onto your cunt, she darts the length of her tongue out and sloppily lathers the muscle with your taste before groaning. A moan of her name leaves your lips but she hardly hears it—the taste of you has her dazed already.
Truth be told, Shoko could eat you out for hours and never get tired. Which makes sense, of course. You were her favorite meal after all.
But one of the best parts about doing so now—after you'd recently applied lipgloss—is looking up to see the way your mouth flails open with drool slipping out to mix with it. She always had you a wet mess from every single hole and she loved it.
Considered herself obsessed with it, even.
You shoot a hand down to her hair and try to grab ahold of her, pathetically attempting to move or shift her mouth where you want it to be but ultimately failing. Shoko goes wherever she wants to, the area of desire being your clit at the current moment with the way she foes from those lengthy laps 'n licks to kissing and softly suctioning her mouth to your slobbering pussy.
"Fuck, I almost forgot how sweet this pussy gets," She comments gingerly, warm breath grinding out against your smeared-open folds. "All sensitive on my tongue, nnngh-, can't get enoughhh..."
Her eyes sealed shut for a moment and you saw how she smiled into your cunt, kissing and licking like she was drunk on you or something. Fairly enough, she always got like this when she ate you out but fuck if it didn't drive you just as crazy each time.
Shoko's lips cup around your clit and she pulls at the sensitive bundle of nerves, the tip of her tongue tickling you obscenely before she moans into you once more.
Your back arches up away from the bed and you're left gasping for the air that'd recently left your throat, "Sho—fuuuck, Shoko..."
Her smile widens slightly when she hears you moaning for her but that doesn't stop the nasty flicks of her tongue. Then it begins to twist in a sloppy manner and her hands maneuvered over to peel your pussy lips further apart. She only removes her mouth from you to glide it downwards and pluck her tongue directly into your hole.
A broken gasp jumps out of you and she watches the entire thing from in between your legs. Then her hips and thighs move to try 'n relive the ache she felt building up in between them, especially as she saw how much of a mess you'd been above her.
Your lipgloss had smeared down to your chin and the sight made her eyes widen. Then her mouth worked at your cunt harder, feasting on you like a woman absolutely and utterly starved. Something feral left her throat but you're not sure if it was a groan or a growl.
It was some type of husked sound that made you try to push at her head. Of which she shakes immediately, "Don't fuckin' push at me," Shoko demands, eyes glaring as they find yours, "Let me-, ah.. ruin you. C'mon, cutie, you can take it. S'just my tongue," She hums before dragging that very muscle around your entrance.
Your hands moved elsewhere and you instead tried to pull your body away from her, only to be cut off by her arms moving to wrap around your legs and yank you back towards her mouth.
She pops off of you and then spits meanly, following it up with a harsh smack to your cunt. "Try taking my pussy away from me again 'n see what happens," Shoko warns, "Don't move, take it—I only just started."
Gulp.
☆ Choso Kamo — putting on/taking off shoes.
No, he doesn’t have a foot fetish.
You had started to think your best friend was a little weird when he’d stare at your legs whilst you slipped out of or into your shoes. But, with the way he’s currently panting like some mutt against your thigh, you realize his odd staring had nothing to do with your feet specifically.
Instead, his unwavering gazes had everything to do with the jealousy he felt in his heart upon seeing you apply so much pressure onto your footwear instead of him. Weird, right?
Yeah, he’s aware. But fuck, sue him for wanting his best friend—who orders him around 24/7—to step on him a time or two!
Which you're finally doing now after catching the erection he managed to get just from helping you put your heels on.
In his defense, it was a gorgeous red pair of heels he couldn't wait to see you walking around in.
Also the same pair of heels he accidentally came on a week ago when he was jerking off in your closet...
But that part was besides the point, all that mattered in this present moment was how good your heel felt mashing into the thiiiick outline of his poor cock—finally applying all the pressure he’d been fantasizing about.
“Nnngh-,” Choso moans, head slumped against your thigh with wet pants splaying out over your skin. “More, p-please, more… mistress—“
“Excuse me?” You choke and your foot stutters in its stepping as that title hits your ears.
You figured he’d be pathetic once he got a taste of you like this but you were not expecting him to say that in the slightest. And the way he angles his head up to look at you with those charming brown eyes of his—all glimmered over with tears while his hips jerk to create more friction between your heel and his dick.
“You’re such a loser, Cho. How many times did you think about this, hm?” You ask in an unfairly demeaning tone that makes his heart skin multiple beats within his chest.
“So many fuckin’ times,” He gasps out as if his breath had run away from his lungs entirely. The warm skin of his cheek is felt rubbing against your leg and he looks rather deranged in the state he's in, “Fuuuck—do y’know how long I’ve been wanting you to step on me?” He asks in return.
You head tips in faux thought and you bring your free hand up to your chin, the other occupied with patting his head softly, “Mmm, I think I’ve got a pretty good guess.” Then you move your touch to his broad shoulders and force the upper half of his body away from your limbs—exposing all of his pathetic frame to you. “In fact, I want you to pull your cock out and show me how badly you’ve been wanting this.”
Choso’s never moved faster to do anything in his life.
His hands are a bit jittery as they slip beneath the thick band of his sweats, then his boxers, and soon his dick is quickly flying out into the air. The upper inches of it appear to be a flushing shade of red, and he looks like he'd cum if you blew at him.
You spot a thick pool of precum spilling out from his mushroomy head and find yourself biting at your lip, then you let the tip of your heel brush against his shaft and Choso whimpers.
“Y-Yes,” He mumbles, “More, fuck.. please-, step on me moreee.” His body moves about against the floor so that he could meet the motions of your heel with a few ruts of his own.
You roll your eyes at how desperate he is but let your foot do exactly as he’s asked and grind it against his cock, guiding his erection down in a way that looks like it should hurt.
And yet, Choso’s throwing his head back and moaning into the air. “Ohmygodddd,” He releases a hoarse grunt from the pressure you're gifting him, “That’s so fuckin’ hot. C-Can you tell me how.. hahh-, pathetic I am too?”
You blink. “What?”
“Please?" Choso's eyes get droopy and he pants leisurely while giving you the cutest puppy eyes he could manage, "Look at me—look at how m’leaking all over your shoes… isn’t that nasty?”
Clearly he was taunting you into giving him exactly what he wanted. And unfortunately for you, it was working.
“Yeah, really nasty…” You say in a soft spoken tone. The edge of your heel lifts up to his tip and you tap at it in short intervals, watching the way he squirms and sporting a smirk on your lips as you say, “Think you can be a good boy ‘n lick them clean for me after I let you cum?”
Choso nods aggressively enough to bring himself to a throbbing headache, but he doesn’t care.
Which makes you snort, “Wow, Choso. I mean pathetic is one thing but, you’re more like a slut for me, aren’t you? Rubbing yourself all over my shoes like that… what a needy boy.”
Only a few words out of your mouth and all his fantasies had been fulfilled tenfold. He couldn't stop his eyes from rolling back, lips wobbly from how many sounds were escaping them, “M’gonna cum."
Your foot presses down harder and adjusts his cock over to the left, forcing it to pulse against the skin of his waist. Challenging him as you snort, “Are you?”
“Please-, ohfuck.. pleeease let me cum,” Choso's a quick learner, he didn't need any more questions out of that mouth of yours to realize you wanted him to ask for it. “I’ll be good, I’ll lick it up when m’done, I’ll lick you up when I’m done—whatever you want, please.. let me cumm.”
You pretended not to hear the claim in between his pleas about how he'd lick you up, ignoring the throb it invokes from deep in between your legs. It was almost annoying how he was the one receiving pleasure here and yet you could feel your panties clinging to your folds from wet arousal already.
Then, with gracious eyes do you nod your head and hum, “Mmmh, fine. Go ahead.”
A throaty groan is ripped out of his throat as he does so. Choso’s body jolts, cum shooting out of his tip in creamy waves
“Fuuuhh-, fuck..” His breath sounds exasperated.
You’re left to watch his release come flying out, landing up along your shin and even a little higher than that. As it lands, you feel the way it sluggishly glides down and Choso’s busy trying to collect himself from where he is.
Once his panting comes to a stop and he manages to blink away those tears he’d been holding back—his eyes run down along your body and just when you try to pull your leg away from him, he reaches out for it.
His grip on you is sudden and rather rough, but you let it slide for the time being. Your composure falters for a moment in shock, and he decides to take things another step forward.
At first, he does as you said and starts to lick up his cum—cleaning it off your shoe and the lower end of your leg. Then he starts to take some of his seed up onto his thumb and lick it up that way, scarcely meeting eyes with you every now ‘n then.
You didn’t realize he’d schemed something up until it was too late.
Choso went to wipe up the second to last drop of his cum and paused before taking it into his mouth.
Noticing his hesitation, “Hey, that’s not all of—“
The man cuts you off via grabbing at the bottom of your dress, and pulling you to bend down towards him. You stumble from your footing and then choke on your own breath.
Within your gasp and while your mouth is open, Choso swipes his cum out across your lips and then pushes himself up on his knees to lick it off—tongue sneaking into your mouth right after.
“Mmph!” You moan against him, kissing him back but definitely cursing him out within your head.
When he pulls away, he’s got a smile on his face even as he whispers, “Sorry.”
To which you glare at him, “You’re not.”
His voice grows low and sheepish as his gaze darts off from yours, “I was jus’ following your instructions. You said to lick it all up.”
“Yeah, but—“
“And I think,” He leans away from your face and dips down towards your legs, “Some of it got in between your thighs…”
It absolutely did not, but with the way he was looking at you…
Your head turns away and you stand up straight before crossing your arms. “W-Well then… clean me up properly.”
Choso’s cock twitches faintly and he’s bubbling with his own excitement as he starts to move your legs apart, “With pleasure.”
☆ Toji Fushiguro — working out.
There’s nothing Toji loves more than seeing you sweat. You thought it was his normal way of being overly affectionate in the beginning of your relationship with him, but over time you’ve come to learn that your boyfriend actually has a thing for you exercising.
And it doesn’t matter how you do so either. You could go on a short walk around the neighborhood, do some yoga around the house, stretch as soon as you wake up from a nap—and that big perv is rubbing a hand over the fat cock stiffening in between his legs.
Ever the weirdo.
If only you’d known about his obsession with seeing you exercise prior to going to the gym with him.
You were doing some cardio, running on the treadmill and oblivious to his verdant eyes trained solely on you from across the way. You already warned him beforehand that if he couldn’t control himself during one trip to the gym then it wouldn’t be happening again.
Toji tried to keep his eyes away from you, but he saw one too many other people walking your way and throwing their gazes at you for him to ignore.
And by the time his attention landed on you, he was a goner. You were running rather fast and all he could focus on was the way your body looked in motion. There was nothing inherently sexual about watching you sprint, but you couldn’t tell that to Toji.
Only thing running through his mind was the multiple ways in which he could work you out afterwards.
He was only halfway through his workout before he saw you heading off towards the locker rooms. And what kind of man would he be if he didn’t follow after his wife?
Okay, technically he had no real reason to do so but he’s not about to explain that to you now—even though you’re cocking a brow at him and questioning him about it.
“Toji, I told you to behave,” You sigh as you turn around and bend over, reaching for the clean shirt that’d fallen down within your locker.
Rookie mistake.
Now he’s creeping behind you and putting his hands on your waist, coming over to your ear and whispering, “I’m so behaved, baby. Haven’t even done anything yet.”
Your head shakes as you stand up straight, “Yet?”
Your questioning is immediately answered when you shift backwards and feel the heavy bulge poking in between your ass cheeks. All you could do at this point was shut your eyes and exhale again.
Glancing back over your shoulder, “How long have you had that?”
“Since I saw you stretching,” He admits.
You wanted to laugh at the man since that happened almost an hour ago. Instead, you simply turn your head away and let your shoulders drop, “Perv.”
“Yeah, yeah,” Your husband grumps, “Tell me more about it while I fuck ya’.”
A cool brush of air meets your suddenly exposed thighs as your workout pants are tugged right off your body in one go.
“Toji!” You whisper-shout, feeling him apologetically nuzzle his face into your neck.
Then you feel that tender tip of his swatting its way in between your folds as wets himself with your arousal. “Shhhh, no one’s coming in here,” Toji insists.
Considering how you were equally as turned on as he was—with the way you’d been eyeing his beefy body work out all evening long—there wasn’t much of an argument on your end.
Though, you can’t say you expected him to be so animalistic with the eay he fucks you up against that locker. The poor thing is shaking and making all sorts of creaky, rickety noises while he pounds the meaty girth of his cock deep into your cunt.
You had to pull your shirt up and bite down on the fabric just to stop yourself from crying out too loudly.
Toji on the other hand didn’t seem to care one bit about the noises, nearly lifting your body further up against the lockers as he gruffed into your skin. “Love this fuckin’ pussy,” He praises, heavy balls hammering against your puffy folds as he stuffed himself in to the hilt of your cunt with each thrust.
“Hnngh-, hahhh—yeahh?” Your shirt falls out from in between your teeth, “H-How much?”
Your questioning taunt has his cock growing impossibly harder, and he sandwiches your frame against the cold metal ahead.
Each movement from his hips is accompanied by a sharp thwack of his chubby tip, streeetching you out from the inside and aching to pull something soaked from out of you.
“You know how much I love my pussy—nasty lil’ thing.” Toji huffs before wrapping one massive arm around your waist and towing your body back onto his to meet with him, “Always squeezin’ this dick like she wants every drop of cum I’ve got for her.” His thumb locates your clit and taps at it, “Ain’t that right, doll? You want me to cum inside ya’. Right here in this locker room, ‘n force ya’ to walk out with it drippin’ alllll down these pretty thighs?”
Your maw dangles open all dumbly and he grunts loudly at the way your walls convulse around him in a rather nasty fashion—as if to answer him or something.
Toji’s free hand moves out to slam into the locker as he holds onto it and you swear you see him dent it a little. Still holding you in one arm, you’re reminded of just how strong your husband really is.
He practically lifts you up a few inches off the ground and pins you to the locker, “Think you can still run on that treadmill after bein’ thoroughly bred?” He asks only to earn a gaping sound out of the pit of your stomach, “C’mon, talk to me, dollface. Wanna hear it out this slutty mouth of yours.”
Dropping you, your legs are left trembling once your feet hit the floor and you don’t even get to breathe properly before Toji’s moving his arm from around your waist and up to grab at your jaw.
Angling your face back to his, he’s just babbling on about all the things he plans on doing to you—leaving you little to no room to answer him with any words.
“I might hafta’ cum inside you before every workout—make sure you’re reminded of who this pussy belongs to each time you come here,” Toji’s tongue folds out to lick the sweat off the side of your neck. He saw some people in particular looking at you for a few seconds too long so you can’t really blame him for his suggestions, “Would ya’ like that?”
You told yourself right there at that moment that you’re probably not going to attend this gym with him again.
Especially since your trainer—a tall blonde named Nanami—comes walking in due to a noise complaint he’d received from one of the other gym-goers outside.
Shit.
☆ Geto Suguru — yapping.
Now, between the two of you, you’ve always been the talker. He made a habit of throwing out a topic he knows you like, just to get you to talk more and then fall silent as he listens.
You adored his attentiveness for a long time until you realized he’d only been that way for an ulterior reason. That reason being that hearing you ramble on about literally anything gets his dick unbelievably wet.
Mainly because he loves to mess up the flow of your speeches by touching you—as he currently finds himself grinding the long, curvy shaft of his cock up ‘n in between your pussy lips. It started out as dry humping while you told him about your hectic day.
But now…
“Keep talkin’, gorgeous. I swear I’m listening,” Geto claimed despite doing everything but. His eyes weren’t even at your face anymore—trained entirely on the way your lips got speared apart by the head of his cock each time he rolled his hips forward.
Your cunt was leaking all over him far too much for you to remain focused on whatever story you'd been most recently yapping about. Instead moaning, “Thought about you all-, hnngh—all day, Sugu.”
“Yeahh? I know you did, pretty girl.” Geto puffs out gently, as if his length wasn't being the exact opposite with each heave and drudge against your exposure. “Did you think about this too? About my dick slippin’ against you like this? Teasin’ you?” His voice gets breathy as he says that, falling victim to the same thing as you with the way he gets caught up in the not-so-dry humping.
“Uhuhh,” Your hips stag upwards and roll, forcing his cock to angle down and press a nasty smooch against your hole.
Geto's hand moves to sprawl out against your abdomen and he forces you to be flat against the cushions. Scoffing whilst taking his shaft into his other hand and angling it around your slavering hole instead of in, “Keep talkin’ then. Finish that story of yours. What happened with Satoru after he spilled that drink on you?” He asks.
He needed to get back on track here. After all, you only allowed him to grind against you if he promised to listen to your story properly.
“Suguruuu,” You started to whine though, as if it wasn't you who agreed to this in the first place. He then watches as you grab at his wrist and wiggle your body around below him, cutely trying to work that plump head of his past your desperate ring of resistance, “I-I can’t think about him right now,” You push his hand away next and reach further down to grab at his cock, “Jus’ put it innn. Pleaseee?”
Geto manages to smile but his breath hitches in your throat. While he loves hearing you all needy for him, he also wants to be good and abide by your prior request, “Hm… I could," He says playfully, nibbling on his lip once you begin to stroke the inches of his dick he refuses to put in you, “But I think I wanna hear you l-like—hah, shit... like this for a little longer.”
Purposefully, your mean boyfriend begins to fuck himself into the small hole your hand has created for him and you continue to feel him slide all his weight over your clit each time he thrusts forward. It was driving you inside since you could feel his many veins twitching to be shoved inside you instead.
“Fuck me,” You gasp, hoping your please would convince him to do so quickly, “Please Sugu, I need you inside me.”
His dick practically jumps against your hand and you watch how his chest rises and falls with the deep breaths he has to take to hold himself back. “Need me inside you?" He snickers, "Oh, so you want my fingers then?”
The prettiest pout appears on your lips and it makes his cock begin to drool excessively onto your skin. “N-No, I need your dick inside me. C’mon Sugu, don’t you wanna fuck me?” You say before holding your legs up ‘n open for him, “Can't you see how wet I am for you?”
Geto tries—he really does—not to look down, but when you're spreading your legs like that... he just can't help himself. His eyes descend your body and a pornographic expression is painted into his pretty features.
“Shiiit…” He mutters, moving his hips back and jerking himself off in a few, quickened strokes, before he places his swollen tip up against your cunt, “You always know how to convince me, huh?”
Not a second more is wasted before he's sliding into you with vigor, eyes locking onto the moans you let out, and head tilting over.
“Missed this dick inside you that badly? That moan was louder than normal," Geto teases, feeling your pussy let out a squeaky squelch around his thickness.
You meet his eyes with something sinful coating your own, “I missed you fucking me."
“Oh yeah?” His arms move out so that he could properly cage you beneath him, hips casually bucking into you to spread the translucent glosses of his precum all across your hugging walls, “How much, baby? Talk to me—talk to Sugu.” He mocks.
You're a mess under him already and he feels as though he's barely even done anything yet. Plus, he still hasn't let you finish that story of yours and it's gonna make him feel bad any second now. You seemed so excited to tell him what happened while you were out today and now...
“Nnngh-, aanh,” Moans were slopping out of your mouth and your body was easily being fucking up against the bed, the frame distantly thumping against the wall hard enough to leave multiple marks that you're sure to scold him about later. “S-Soo much, Sugu," You reply, "Thought about havin' you inside me all fuckin’ day.”
Geto truly couldn't get enough of your voice. He loved hearing you talk more than anything, so every time you moan for him it just drives him insane. His balls come slapping against your skin with each heavy rock of his slim hips, cock getting swallowed up so nastily by that gorgeous pussy of yours.
Hell, he can't help himself from pushing into you a little deeper, “Ohhh don’t tell me that. My poor girlll, did you rub one out before I got home?”
You nod helplessly and your hands are reaching up to hold onto his arms, leaving light scratches across his skin due to how rough he was getting with you. “Wanted to feel you," Your whines ring out and enter his ears the same way a loving kiss from you would.
“Awhh, did you?” He mocks you again and ends up tossing his hair back—long, dark locks flying with the motion all elegantly as he grunts. “Shit, you’re so cute when you’re like this. Couldn’t even finish that little story of yours.”
Your legs feel like jello underneath the large man once his pounding begins to slant—the crooked curve of his cock knocking around that spongey spot inside you, and earning gossamers of your arousal to squirt out in return.
Then he's got the nerve to grin, “Guess you’ll have to tell me about it later.”
As if that won’t lead to the same thing happening all over again…
☆ Yuki Tsumuko — eye rolls.
Now, your girlfriend has many joys in this world but one of her favorite things to do with you is be nice 'n close to your face while she's knuckle deep in your cunt.
Why? Because she loooves watching the way your eyes flock to the very back of your head each time she curls her precise digits into that spot she knows you so desperately crave for her to reach. Giggling, "Hear how loud my girl is?" She'd tease in a slightly hoarse mutter.
You'd let out a moan in response if it weren't for her lips latching onto your again to drown the sound out completely. Her tongue twirls and dances over yours the same way it typically does to your pussy and you try your best to keep up with her but it's no use.
Perhaps you should've known better than to catch an attitude with her. You only rolled your eyes once because of how much she'd been lecturing you about something and now she was punishing you for it.
You can't really say you were complaining, though.
She pulls away from your mouth simply to watch the way your face twists up into pure bliss. Her fingers are dragging out something far too sweet 'n delicious out of your weeped hole, and she's eyeing down the way whines of her name leave your pretty, spit-slicked lips.
"Y-Yuki, please," You gasp and attempt to lift your hips for a moment to breathe only to be tugged right back down by the grip she's got on you with her free hand.
Then she pouts as if to mock you, "Aw, you close, pretty?" She hums in that faux sweet tone that causes your stomach to churn with butterflies, thighs a trembly mess over hers. "Gonna cum for me? Make a nasty lil' mess on me like you always do? Hm?"
As she continues to taunt you, her fingertips are busy rubbing right against that angled spot inside you that has your eyes crossing with stars in them. You're trying to nod your dumb head, and wanting nothing more than to duck down and hide your expression from her greedy eyes.
You make a laughable attempt at doing so, trying to move your face into the crook of her neck only to be stopped by the searing grip of her hand coming up to your throat. Her thumb pushes at your chin to lift it up and she smiles when you're forced to look at her again.
"Tryin' to hide your face from me now? Seriously?" She gasps in an exaggerated manner. "Now, you know that's my favorite part of you." Her fingers pick up in pace all of a sudden and you could feel the pads of each one ramming into you as if to punish you. "Just look atcha', all teary eyed 'n pouty like you weren't asking for this."
Your eyes are quick to dart elsewhere but you feel your orgasm rapidly approaching, "S-Shut upp," You huff, "I hate it when you stare at me like that."
The knowing smile on her face only widens out before she tips her head to the side, thumbing at your puckered lil' clit to roll her name into it. "Do what?" Yuki puffs out in that soft tone once more, brownish eyes dilating fro the disorientated sight of you, "Watch you when you're about to cum? Smile at the way your eyes run to the back of your head 'cause it's too much for ya'?
Before you could even answer her, she was leaning forward and your body was easily getting unsteady with its hovering over her lap.
"Would you rather I watch her instead?" She taunts, pushing you over so that your back flops down against the mattress. "Cause' I can do that. It has been a while since I've seen my girl up close, after all. Wonder if she's got just as much of an attitude with me as you do."
With a heavy huff exiting your throat, you watch with wide, glossy eyes as she sits up over you and meets your thighs with her soaked hands. Internally you were dreading what was about to happen as Yuki was never one to be gentle with her tongue as it laid onto your folds.
She parts your legs open for herself, "Think she missed me just as much as I missed her?"
You're too busy trying to cover your face out of some sort of shyness, refusing to answer or look at your eager girlfriend. To which Yuki playfully rolls her eyes and repositions herself down in between your legs. Her eyes stay up on you and your heavily breathing chest for a moment before she pushes forward and presses a chaste kiss against the soaked slit of your pussy.
"Babyyyy," She purrs in that evil voice of hers, "Look at me, will you?"
Even though you know damn well she only wanted to tease you, you ended up listening to her anyway as you removed your hands from your face and lazily drag your eyes down to her.
God, the sight was nothing short of sexy.
Her blonde hair had been strung back into a messy ponytail, brown eyes set dead on you, and pretty pinked lips slipping upwards into that smile you know and love so much.
"Theree she is," Yuki coos, tipping her head to the side again as she flaunts a mocking pout at you, "Was that so hard?"
Your brows tangle upwards and just as you go to answer her, she slots her two fingers right back into you slooowly with a loud squelch emitting into the room. "No," You whisper, "But d-do you have to stare?"
She scoffs, "Of course I do! How else would I watch your eyes roll back while I fuck you?"
ᝰ.ᐟ choso begging you to squeeze him with your thighs while eating you out ⸝⸝ 18+ mdni
"ah—cho, please—"
the words broke apart in your throat, dissolving into a ragged, breathless moan that echoed softly in the quiet bedroom. you gripped the damp bedsheets on either side of your head, your knuckles turning white as his tongue traced a slow, agonizingly deep stroke right over your clit.
he was relentless. he had been down there for what felt like hours, his heavy, rhythmic hums vibrating right through your skin every time you cried out his name.
"f-fuck—feels so good," you gasped, your hips lifting off the mattress instinctively, chasing the friction of his mouth. "right there—please..."
choso didn't speak. he only let out a low, dark growl of approval against your wet cunt, his large hands sliding up the insides of your thighs to hold you open wider. the deliberate, heavy rhythm of his mouth was blurring your vision, driving you past your absolute limit.
every lick was perfectly calculated, heavy and soaked with intention, until a particularly sharp, blinding wave of pleasure rippled straight through your spine.
your body reacted before your mind could register it. seeking an anchor against the overwhelming sensation, your thighs clamped shut instinctively, trapping his head securely between them.
choso let out a muffled, surprised sound against your folds, the sudden restriction cutting off his breath.
panicking, you immediately opened your legs back up, your breath hitching as your face burned with embarrassment. "oh my god, baby, i'm so sorry, i didn't mean to—i wasn't thinking—"
"don't," he cut you off, his voice raspy, deeper, and rougher than you had ever heard it. he looked up, his dark eyes dilated so wide they looked almost entirely black, a faint, dark flush creeping up his neck and dusting his cheekbones.
he gripped the insides of your knees, his fingers digging into your skin with a possessiveness that made your blood run hot. "shit—do it again."
"w-what? but i—"
"please," he begged, the word slipping out with a desperate, breathless edge that made your stomach flip. his chest was heaving. "squeeze me again. oh fuck—just like that, baby. lock your legs."
the raw hunger in his expression made it impossible to refuse. slowly, hesitantly, you brought your thighs back together, locking him in place once more, applying a firm, steady pressure against his neck.
a low, ragged groan escaped him, vibrating directly against your sensitive bud. he buried his face back into you, his tongue working with a newfound, frantic intensity that completely derailed your thought process. "harder," he mumbled against your pussy, his hands sliding up to your hips, fingers bruisingly tight as he anchored you. "squeeze harder, baby."
you complied, tightening your hold, completely overwhelmed by the blinding intensity of it. you were caught so deeply in the throes of your own approaching climax that the world narrowed down to just the pressure of your legs and the wicked, relentless motion of his mouth.
because of the sensory overload, you didn't notice the subtle, rhythmic motion beneath you at first. you didn't realize that with every tight squeeze of your thighs restricting his airflow, choso was heavily, desperately humping his clothed length straight into the mattress. he was completely losing himself in the friction, his hips rolling in a tight, frantic pattern against the sheets, riding the intoxicating sensation of being choked by you.
your climax hit like a freight train, your walls pulsing violently around his tongue as a loud cry left your lips. you squeezed him tight, your thighs locking like a vice as you rode the wave.
right as you peaked, choso let out a choked, broken sound. his whole body went rigid beneath you. his hips gave one last, hard, desperate shove into the mattress, his fingers digging so deeply into your hips it was almost painful. he trembled violently, his breath catching in a long, shuddering gasp as he buried his face entirely in your thigh, hiding himself away as he spent.
as the sparks in your vision began to fade and your breathing slowed, you gradually loosened the grip of your legs. choso slumped forward, resting his forehead against your stomach, his chest rising and falling in rapid, shallow pants.
it was only then, as the quiet returned to the room, that you noticed the heavy, uneven thumping of his heart against your leg, and the distinct, damp heat pressing through the fabric of his trousers right where he had been pinning himself to the bed.
you blinked down at him, your hand coming up to rest in his dark hair. "cho...?"
he didn't move for a long moment, completely spent, his shoulders still twitching slightly. when he finally looked up, his face was completely flushed, eyes heavy and hooded with a profound, dazed satisfaction. he swallowed hard, a sheepish but utterly dark look in his eyes as he realized you had figured it out. he hadn't even touched himself; he had finished purely from the friction of the bed and the suffocating pressure of your thighs.
"told you," he murmured, his voice a gravelly whisper as he leaned up to kiss your jaw, completely unbothered by his own ruined state. "i liked it."
⟶ I miss my wife it hurts so bad. #LivingWithGrief
⟶ contains ;; fem!reader, husband!satoru, fluff, fleeting suggestiveness, not proofreading don't care, slightly mean!reader, wc: 0.6k .
“Your eyelashes are so long, baby,” you mumble, straddled over Satoru’s lap. You gently hold his jaw, keeping his squirmy head still to brush blue mascara on.
“Yeah, cutie? And what else?” he smirks. He's dying to kiss you, to lean forward and capture your lips with his own. How can you expect him to behave, when he has the world’s most beautiful woman in his lap and he can't lean forward and love on her?
You cap the mascara, rubbing a gentle thumb over his cheek before reaching for a lip liner. “And blue mascara looks really nice on you. You look like an 80s whore.”
He grins, his hands straying from their position on your waist, dipping lower and lower until they sprawl across your ass. He squeezes gently, trying to rock you forward against him. You resist. You're a woman on a mission.
“Anything else, sweetness?” he murmurs, his eyes become lidded as you lean forward, tracing a pencil around his lips.
“Yeah. Your breath smells like tuna.”
Satoru practically throws you off of him. “Go away! Go away and never come back!” He stubbornly turns away, crossing his arms like a petulant child. When he hears you laughing, he so badly wants to turn to you and kiss you, you with your melodic laugh, like a windchime on a breezy day. But you're so mean!
“I'm sorry! I'm kidding! I just wanted you to stop humping me!”
He mock sniffles. “So you hate me! You hate me and think I'm disgusting! You never want to have sex again!”
You can't stop your giggling, even when you're crawling back into his lap and gently guiding him back to face you. “Just let me finish, Satoru. Then I'll love on you.” You smile, combing his hair back with your fingers, before you finish up his lip liner. “Looking good.”
“Yeah? Better than you?” Satoru sure recovers fast, smirking at you as you unscrew your lipgloss. His hands have returned to rubbing up and down your waist, every so often, dipping beneath your shirt and tracing your spine, pushing you to arch against him.
“Not quite. But you'd make one pretty woman.” You drag your lipgloss wand over his lips. His lips are so unfairly pretty, you think. So pretty and pink, and they look just edible when glazed like this. You pretend you can't see him waggling his eyebrows in your peripheral.
He hardly waits for you to replace the cap on your lipgloss before he's scooping you up in his arms, swept right into a bridal carry. He steps to the mirror, pressing his cheek against yours.
You've done a good job on him. Although your husband is already stupidly beautiful, it's fascinating to see an angel wearing makeup. His high cheekbones dusted with a slight sheen, his blue eyes cradled by blue lashes, his inner corners just as dazzling as the rest.
“No, yeah. I'm hotter than you,” he says. You can't even argue. He might be, he really might.
You hum in agreement. “You're really beautiful, Satoru.” At your words, he pauses. It's so rare you deliver affection so directly.
He turns his face toward you and licks a giant stripe up your cheek.
“Aghh! Aghhhh! You're sick! Sick, I tell you!”
He can't hear your shrieks over the sound of his laughter. Even as your hands flail against him, he's giggling, dodging every slap and shove with puckered lips and an attempt to kiss you.
satoru gojo loves spoiling his pretty wife, sue him!
if there was one thing everyone was certain of—it was that satoru gojo adored his wife beyond comprehension. not that you ever doubted it, of course. but the lengths he went to just to see you in soft pink cashmere or draped in delicate silver jewelry bordered on obsessive. “it suits you.” he’d murmur, pressing another velvet box into your hands while you rolled your eyes, already half-convinced you didn’t need another pair of earrings.
you were independent—stubbornly so—and that was part of why he loved you. your refusal to be coddled only made him more determined to spoil you rotten.
the latest offense came in the form of a sleek black credit card slid across the breakfast table like a poker chip. you froze mid-bite, toast hovering near your lips as satoru grinned over his coffee cup, steam curling around his stupidly perfect cheekbones. “no,” you said immediately, pushing it back with your pinky like it was contaminated. “absolutely not.”
“s’not even for anything crazy!” he protested, leaning forward with that exaggerated pout you’d grown immune to over the years. “just—y’know. lunch with your friends. those makeup palettes you keep eyeing. that one bakery downtown that makes the stupidly expensive croissants you pretend you don’t like.” you narrowed your eyes as he ticked each item off on his fingers, the motion effortless, like he’d been rehearsing this speech in his head.
the thing was—he wasn’t wrong. the croissants were stupidly good, and you had been sighing over that limited-edition eyeshadow set for weeks. but admitting that felt like surrendering, and you’d spent too many years building a life that didn’t rely on anyone’s wallet, let alone his. “i have my own money,” you reminded him, tapping the edge of your phone where your banking app sat untouched. "i don’t need you to—to feed into my little luxuries like some sugar daddy."
satoru choked on his coffee, coughing into his sleeve before bursting into laughter so loud it startled the cat off the windowsill. ”jeez!” he snorted, wiping at his eyes. “that’s not the dynamic here and you know it.” he reached across the table, catching your wrist before you could retreat, thumb brushing over the pulse point there. “i just like seeing you happy. sue me.”
you huffed, but didn’t pull away. his fingers were warm, his grip loose enough that you could escape if you wanted—but you didn’t. “it’s not about the money,” you muttered, glancing down at where his hand dwarfed yours. “it’s the principle.”
“principle, schminciple,” he sing-songed, grinning when you groaned at his terrible impression of your voice. “c’mon. let me be the guy who buys his pretty girl stupid shit sometimes. it’s not gonna unresentful your independence, i promise.” he said it like a joke, but the way his thumb stilled against your skin told you he meant it.
you caved. not because he wore you down—though his relentless puppy-dog eyes certainly helped—but because the boutique’s midnight sale notification popped up at exactly the moment your willpower crumbled. “fine,” you muttered to your empty apartment, thumb hovering over his card details already saved in your browser. “one dress. just one.”
three hours later, the living room looked like a pastel bomb had detonated. silk and chiffon draped over the couch, a heap of discarded tags littering the coffee table. you were halfway through zipping up the fifth dress—a blush-pink number with sleeves that fluttered like butterfly wings—when the front door clicked open. “honey, i’m—” satoru’s voice cut off with an audible thud , followed by the sound of his keys hitting the floor.
the silence stretched just long enough for you to turn, still half-tangled in chiffon, and catch satoru staring like you'd hung the moon in his living room. his sunglasses had slipped down his nose, revealing those stupidly blue eyes gone wide and soft. “oh,” he breathed, and it wasn’t the oh of surprise—it was the oh of a man who’d just walked into his own personal renaissance painting. “you’re—fuck.”
you barely had time to process the way his gaze dragged over you—hot and slow, like honey dripping down the curve of a spoon—before he was crossing the room in three long strides. “no, no, no,” you protested, laughing as he caught you by the waist, fingers digging into the delicate fabric. “satoru, i haven’t even—” but he was already spinning you, the dress flaring around your knees as he crowded you against the armrest of the couch. “you’re such a sap,” you gasped, but the insult lost all its bite when his mouth found the hinge of your jaw, pressing a kiss there that felt more like a brand.
“guilty as charged, baby!” he murmured against your skin, voice gone rough at the edges. his hands slid up your sides, tracing the seams of the dress like he was memorizing the way it clung to you. “christ, look at you. like you were made to wear pretty things.” the compliment curled around you, warm as his palms skating over your hips. “should’ve bought you this months ago. years ago. should’ve emptied every boutique in tokyo just to watch you try them all on.”
he peppered your face with kisses—soft, fluttery things that made you giggle despite yourself. “my pretty girl,” he murmured between each press of his lips, “my gorgeous, stubborn, perfect girl.” you swatted at his chest, but he caught your wrist, turning your palm up to kiss the delicate skin there too. “satoru,” you whined, but it came out breathless, half-laughing as he nuzzled into the crook of your neck. “you’re so cheesy!”
“mmm.” he sighed dramatically, leaning back just enough to cup your face in his hands. his thumbs brushed over your cheekbones, slow and reverent, like you were something precious. “look at you. all wrapped up in pink like a present.” his grin turned wicked. “can i unwrap you?” you groaned, shoving at his shoulders, but he just laughed, catching you around the waist and pulling you flush against him. “kidding, kidding. mostly.”
his hands slid down your back, fingers tracing the dip of your spine through the thin material. “this one’s my favorite,” he decided aloud, though you were pretty sure he’d said the same thing about the last four dresses. “you’re like—ugh.” he squeezed you tighter, burying his face in your hair. “why are you so cute? it’s unfair.”
so what if he was accused of spoiling his wife? there was no such thing as too much when it came to you—especially when you were standing there, all pink and ruffled, looking at him like he was the ridiculous one. he would empty the last cents he had for his pretty girl.
when your husband is supposed to be the rational one, you don’t expect to find him standing at the foot of the bed with his cock in his hand.
but that’s where satoru ends up. tank top pushed halfway up his ribs, belt hanging from one loop, pants around his knees. his fist works up and down the fat length of his cock in rough strokes, spit and precum smeared down to his balls. he’s staring at you the whole time, at the curve of your hip under the sheet, the flutter of your lashes against your cheek. pregnant. glowing. carrying his baby.
and he’s rutting into his hand like some desperate virgin.
the panties he stole from the laundry basket are bunched in his other hand, pressed to his face. he inhales it, shuddering so hard that the flimsy fabric trembles against his nose. your scent has him sobbing out a noise that doesn’t sound him at all.
“fuck, baby—” the words rip out of him, pitched high. “smell so good... oh fuck, i can’t stop...”
his cock is obscene. flushed dark, veins raised under the skin, the head slick enough to shine in the faint glow of the bedside lamp. precum drips in heavy strings down his balls, thick enough to coat his knuckles. every stroke drags more slick out of him—schlick, schlick, schlick.
he sucks at the fabric like it could feed him, panting between licks, nose buried deep so he could breathe you in while his tongue works. “god, i'd eat you out for days if i just—mnhm!—if i just had the chance...”
his hips snap forward into his own fist, cock smacking his stomach with each thrust. precum splatters onto his tank top, dripping onto the hardwoods.
disgusting. a husband rutting into his fist because he’s too scared to touch his pregnant wife.
but satoru can’t stop. he’s babbling now, words spilling fast and needy. “want it so bad—fuck, i’d worship you, i'd never stop—”
he chokes on a sob as his balls tighten up, cock jerking violently in his grip. the sound he makes is straight up humiliating, a high and euphoric whine.
cum spurts out in heavy ropes, painting his stomach, his abs, fist, and the floor. lewd, thick jets that won’t stop, spilling like his body is trying to empty years of frustration at once. it drips down the backs of his fingers, strings across his knuckles, sprays his shirt. he gasps, still pumping through it, cock twitching violently.
“ah—mnhg—too much...” more cum leaks out, drooling down his cock, streaking his thighs. his knees buckle and he braces one hand on the nightstand, forehead dropping against the wood with a hollow thud.
when it’s finally over, when the spurts slow to tiny dribbles, he’s still shaking so hard he can barely breathe. his cock still pulses against his stomach, half-hard like it doesn’t know how to stop.
and you’re still asleep, lips parted beautifully while he stands there.
ᝰ.ᐟ your soft bf!toji is a total meanie in bed ⸝⸝ 18+ mdni
mean bf!toji spends the whole day being a total sweetheart—cooking you dinner, giving you soft kisses on the forehead, and holding your hand in public—only to completely lock the bedroom door, pin your wrists over your head, and look down at you with a dark, heavy stare that tells you the "nice guy" act is officially over for the night.
mean bf!toji is normally so gentle with his hands during the day, using his thumb to softly wipe a stray crumb off your face or tuck your hair behind your ear, but the second he gets you on the bed, those same hands are gripping your jaw tightly, forcing you to tilt your head up so he can admire how pretty you look when you're scared of him.
mean bf!toji loves to pamper you in public, happily carrying all the heavy grocery bags, pulling you to the safe side of the sidewalk, and letting you pick whatever movie you want to watch, all while secretly plotting exactly how he's going to make you cry and beg for mercy later that evening.
mean bf!toji is so hyper-aware of the contrast in his behavior that he uses it to mess with your head; he’ll lean down while you're trembling under him and whisper against your ear, “you like it better when i’m mean to you, don’t you?”
mean bf!toji ignores your whines and protests when he changes positions or pulls you around like a ragdoll. in daily life, he moves carefully around you so he doesn't accidentally hurt you, but in bed, he uses his massive size and weight to completely overwhelm you, letting you feel exactly how helpless you are against him.
mean bf!toji makes you beg for every single thing. even if he knows you're desperate, he will completely stop moving, prop himself up on his elbows, and stare at you with a smug smirk until you verbally ask for exactly what you want.
mean bf!toji loves slapping your pussy with his palm right before going in, loving the sharp, loud crack it makes against your skin and the way it leaves a bright pink mark that contrasts with his tanned hands. he’ll do it just to startle a loud gasp out of you, watching your thighs twitch as he tells you to open up wider.
mean bf!toji likes dragging the heavy, blunt tip of his cock up and down your wet slit, teasing you ruthlessly until you're begging him to just put it in. instead of giving in, he’ll slap his wet tip against your clit over and over, mocking the needy little noises you make and telling you that you haven't earned it yet.
mean bf!toji just laughs when you try to complain that he’s being too rough or too mean. he won't slow down; instead, his chest rumbles against your back as he grips your hips harder, driving into you with even less mercy just to prove that he rules the bed.
mean bf!toji loves leaving you completely ruined and breathless. he likes looking down at the mess he made of you—smudged makeup, tangled hair, and thighs shaking uncontrollably—while he casually rolls off to grab a drink, completely unfazed while you can barely move.
mean bf!toji will pull your hair back with just enough force to make your eyes water, forcing you to look directly at him while he pounds into you. he hates when you try to hide your face in the pillows or close your eyes; he wants to see every single expression of pleasure and overload on your face.
mean bf!toji uses verbal degradation as a tool to keep you completely flustered. he’ll call you a "good little slut," mock how loud you're breathing, or ask you why you're crying over a little bit of fun, his voice deep, raspy, and completely devoid of the warmth he usually speaks to you with.
mean bf!toji will deliberately overstimulate you, rubbing his thumb harshly against your clit while hammering into you, and when you start to sob because it's too much, he’ll just kiss you hard to muffle your screams and keep going right through your orgasm.
mean bf!toji flips the switch right back to being a doting boyfriend the next morning. he’ll kiss your bruised hips, bring you painkillers and breakfast in bed, and pull you into a warm, gentle cuddle—leaving you completely dizzy over how the man who was so beautifully cruel to you a few hours ago is now softly rubbing your back and calling you his baby.
Imagine sitting on Qifrey’s face and he moans as if he’s the one being pleasured. His angelic tone resonates throughout the entire room as he gently grasps your ass, gliding his tongue across the expanse of your folds repeatedly. There’s nothing in this world that he would rather taste than you, and so when he shoves his tongue through your fluttering hole, he bucks his hips up into nothing and whines.
“Oh, darlin’ you taste so good, mmf—” His nails dig onto your skin, forming crescents in its wake and leaving reddish marks that you know will bruise by tomorrow. As if realizing, he loosens his grip, pulling away momentarily to whisper an apology before diving back in. He plants soft kisses along your clit, moving downwards then practically makes out with your pussy.
tags 18+ minors dni !! very self indulgent hehe … i’m so soft for him y’all don’t understand 🥹
his lips are cold at first. always cold, like he’s been pressing his mouth to the rim of a glass full of ice just to feel something. you’ve learned to expect it but it still makes you gasp every time, that first shock of chill against your warm mouth, and he loves it. you can feel him smile into the kiss, that infuriating curve of his lips that says got you.
he doesn’t rush. satoru gojo could move faster than light if he wanted to but he kisses you like the world outside doesn’t exist. his hands find your face first, always. long fingers spanning your jaw, thumbs stroking over your cheekbones in slow hypnotic circles. he tilts your head to the side and deepens the kiss, easing you into it, letting you feel every second of it. his bottom lip slots between yours and he just rests there for a moment, breathing you in.
then his tongue traces the seam of your lips, asking, always asking even though he knows the answer will be yes. you open for him and he hums into your mouth, pleased and low, the vibration traveling straight down your spine. he tastes like sugar and something sharper underneath, like the candy he definitely stole from your stash and the mint gum he chewed to cover it up. his tongue curls against yours lazy and thorough, exploring, and his teeth graze your bottom lip just hard enough to make your breath catch. he soothes it immediately with a soft sucking kiss that leaves your lip slick and tingling.
his mouth wanders. it’s a problem, actually, because he can’t stay in one place for long. he pulls back from your lips and presses a kiss to the corner of your mouth, then the bow of your upper lip, then the tiny crease where your smile would be if you weren’t so breathless. he kisses the tip of your nose, your cupid’s bow, your cheek. by the time he’s finished mapping your face your eyes are closed and your lips are parted.
he kisses your closed eyelids, left then right, feather-light. his lips brush your lashes and you feel them flutter against his mouth. he exhales a laugh and the air ghosts warm over your skin.
then he’s at your jaw, trailing open-mouthed kisses down to your chin, then up the other side. he finds the spot just beneath your ear and latches on, sucking gently, not enough to leave a mark but enough to make your fingers twist into the fabric of his shirt. he kisses the shell of your ear, the delicate skin behind it, the curve where your neck meets your shoulder. he breathes there, nose pressed to your skin. “you’re so warm,” he says, “smell so good.”
he kisses your throat. your collarbones. the hollow at the base of your neck where he can feel your heartbeat rabbiting against his mouth. he stays there for a long moment, just feeling it, and when he pulls back his eyes are dark and half-lidded and his lips are pink and kiss bitten and wet.
he kisses you on the mouth again, harder this time, less controlled. his composure slips and his hands drop from your face to your waist, your hips, pulling you flush against him. he kisses you like he’s starving, like the taste of you is the only thing that keeps him human. his tongue slides against yours and his teeth click against yours because he’s smiling again, he’s always smiling, even now. especially now.
his hands roam. up your sides, down your back, fingers splaying wide like he’s trying to touch all of you at once. they settle on your lower back and he presses you closer, impossibly closer, and he’s so warm now, all that cold burned away by the heat between you. he kisses the corner of your mouth again, your chin, the tip of your nose. a quick peck to your forehead. your left cheek. your right cheek. back to your lips.
he pulls away just enough to rest his forehead against yours, and you can feel his lashes brush your brow.
“hey.” he says, voice wrecked.
“hey.” you breathe back.
he kisses the bridge of your nose. “you’re my favorite.”
you roll your eyes but you’re smiling, he can feel it.
synopsis . Your new boyfriend realizes you're quite the strange woman. content . afab!reader, established relationship(s), cuckholding, voyeurism, filth, mentions of perv!toji (help idk how he got here), rough sex, a hint of chojo, semi crack fic, masturbation, spit, dirty talk, teasing, creampie, etc.
With your hips working to slam your sloppyyyy pussy down to the thick base of Choso's blushing cock, you had the man an absolute mess of sweat 'n tears beneath you. He should've known from the day he met you that you'd drive him insane, considering you managed to out-perv him.
Though, that was a story he'd dwell on another time since right now he was much too focused on pinning the pads of his fingers into your skin so he could hold you correctly as you rode him like you wanted him to impregnate you or something. He'd never had a woman ride him this good until now. You'd only been dating for a few days, but he swore he was already in lov—
“Oh, and who’s this?” A rather soothing voice enters your bedroom and Choso's body freezes, his grip on you growing impossibly tighter.
When he looks past your sinful frame for a moment, he makes eye contact with some white-haired man who seems to be awfully casual about walking into your bedroom while you're clearly... occupied. Not that he moves to pull out of you or make you stop riding him, though.
“Nngh," You moan sweetly whilst letting the tips of a fresh manicure run down the smooth display of abs beneath you, "This is my new boyfriend Choso.”
Choso's brows furrow slightly and his grip on your hips falters a little as he watches that same man pace into the room as if you're not literally naked and in the middle of fucking someone. Panting, “H-Hahh—are you two like-, r-roommates or something?” He asks you.
The guy that Choso's all curious about comes over to the side of your bed and pulls out a chair from god knows where before nonchalantly taking a seat. Running a noticeably ringed hand through his white hair as he chuckles, “Cute, but no. I’m her husband.” Gojo explains for you.
“Huh.” Choso gapes, cock throbbing inside you in some weird form of shock. Then those dopey brown eyes of his get wide, and he shoots you a panicked look. Huffing, “You didn’t tell me you were married?!”
Instead of reacting to him like any sane woman would in a situation where she's caught cheating on her husband and boyfriend(?) at the same time, you merely tilt your head to the right and snicker. Teasing him as you say, “Mmh, did you jus’ get harder, Cho?”
His chest caves in a little and for some odd reason, none of this newfound information is making him any less horny. Hell, he's still holding onto your hips and guiding you up and down the veiny length of his dick while he stammers, “What? N-No,” before swallowing down a groan as you neatly clench around him. He turns his head over to meet eyes with Gojo and sounds truly apologetic as he puffs, “Hey man, look, m’sorry.”
“What for?” Gojo deadpans with this weird smile on his face, leaning back into the chair he's pulled out for himself and letting his meaty thighs sprawl out.
Your eyes quickly shoot over to the display of his already forming bulge and Choso's left to unintentionally whine as you glide your pussy upwards along the stretching curve of his cock and then squeeze around him again. Struggling to figure out where exactly he should keep his eyes, the brunet exchanges glances back and forth between the both of you before finally managing to reply.
“Uhm, fucking your wife?” He explains in between something short of a grunt.
Gojo's smile widens out across those rosed lips of his before he raises a thin, unconvinced brow, “You don’t sound sorry.” Then those azure eyes of his floats down to where Choso's burried inside you and he notes how the man is helplessly bucking his hips into you—earning the squelchiest sounds from your cunt. “And you’re goin’ faster now despite apologizing.” Your husband points out.
Choso’s face twists up and he can't help but whine, “She feels really fuckin’ good, m’sorry.”
Leaning forward, Gojo tips his head to the side as if to get a better look at how pretty your pussy looks being nice 'n split open by the rude viscosity of Choso's cock. And the curve he had on him... fuck, your husband was able to catch exactly how the man's tip knocked against your cervix—just bullying his poor wife's pretty pussy.
He can't help but palm at the erection he's managed to gain from watching so far, “God, this would be terrible if I wasn’t into this...” He hums.
“Y-Yeah," Choso redirects his attention to the same place that Gojo's eyes have fallen to and his lashes flap over upon seeing the gorgeous globs of your slick getting dragged up and down his shaft as you bounce on him. Barely even coherent as he mumbles, "...Probably would.”
It didn't take a rocket scientist for him to realize your husband happened to be a cuck. And considering how he just started dating you only a few days ago and was only getting harder from being watched by said cuck husband, Choso figures he might just be one too!
At that, and in an honest attempt at not blowing his load too soon, Choso's hips slow down and he goes back to letting you do most of the work.
Of which Gojo notices immediately and scoffs, “Hey, don’t slow down now.” He directs, earning Choso's gaze for a moment. Gojo looks almost disappointed now and challenges the man directly via meeting eyes with him and cocking a brow, “You wanted to fuck my wife, didn’t you? So fuck her.”
A whimper nearly jumps out of Choso's throat and his fat tip kisses somewhere deep inside you—earning a thoughtless moan out of you while he questions Gojo in return, “You’re just gonna... ngh-, watch?”
“Yeahhhh..” Your husband's voice is sleazy by the time he replies considering he had driven his focus elsewhere. Pulling his dick out and messily spitting on the palm of his hand—nice ‘n filthy like he always does whenever you bring in a new boy-toy. “Fuck her real good f’me.”
Before he can do that, you start to angle your body up and lean yourself back, placing your hands behind you and on his thighs so you could fuck yourself stupid on him. This sudden change only makes Choso's head spin whilst he loses his grip on you for a second, grunting, “Shiiiit.” in reaction before he can control himself.
The sound reverberates throughout your bedroom, and the mattress the two of you are mounted on seems to creak and dip deeper inward with your unexpected movements.
“And baby?” Gojo murmurs while lightly rubbing his hand against his drooling, pinkened tip—precum trickling and glistening all the way down to the fat of his achy balls.
You whine as you meet eyes with him and try your best to avoid looking at his cock, “Yes ‘Toru?”
Your husband gives you the prettiest smile before nodding his chin at you, “Let him cum in you this time.”
Choso’s dick twitches further upward and your body nearly flies up some with that forceful rut of his hips. Stuttering out an all too innocent, “W-What?”
Meanwhile, your eyes seem to have lighten up as your rickety hips go to bash down impossibly harder, fucking him right back down after feeling him attempt to do the opposite to you.
Then you clasp your lower lip in between your teeth and bite back a whorish little smile, "Ohmygoddd, finally.” Peering over to your husband and taking one of your tits into your hands to grope, "Thank you, 'Toru." you purr.
Your boyfriend(?)—he's still confused as to what exactly your relationship with him and will become after all this—repeats his actions from earlier and looks back and forth between you both, “Do you two do this—fuck, jus' like thaaat..." He chokes, tugging your body forward to aid your desperately grounding hips and feeling his dick ram all around every corner of your sweet walls," D-Do you two do this often or something?”
“Yes.” The both of you say in a synchronized moan.
After which, Gojo lets out another laugh in between the continuous strokes of his cock. He was trying to match the pace of your pussy swallowing up Choso’s plumpy length, but his voice was getting shakier as he spoke, “Last week I came home to her gettin’ railed by our repair man.... Nngh-, what was his name again, sweetheart? The one that stole your panties after the job? Was it Kento?”
“No, no—mmph! Kento’s my boss." You explain indifferently between your needy bounces, "The repair man for last week was Toji, remember?”
“Oh yeahhhh," Gojo enthuses, his hand growing unintentionally quicker as he thinks back on it, “He left you sore for quite a few days too.”
The way you two are talking about this weird... routine of yours has Choso's face twisting up slightly and a mumbled, “What the fuck…” ghosting past his lips.
Gojo suddenly nods at him while he talks to you, “Where’d you find this one?”
You giggle, “The back of Spencers.” and Choso grimaces, trying to distract himself from your strange conversation as he instead focuses on pounding his nearing release up into your rather noisy hole. It sounded like you were getting wetter from being fucked like this, “He was—s-shit, right thereee, Choso. Good boyyy.” You praise naturally as you look down at him and send him a warm smile. Still going on to continue with your explanation seconds later, “He was groping himself while watchin’ me buy a new toy, I just had to bring him home.”
“Perv.” Gojo says.
Though, you’re not sure if that was directed towards you or Choso.
Choso’s eyes roll to the back of his head right after hearing that word and he's groaning shamelessly loud, “Gonna cum.”
“Bet you are,” Your husband teases, steadily thrusting his hips up into his fist, “Mmmh, how full do you think you can leave her?”
“H-Huh?” Your poor boyfriend(?)—seriously can he even call himself that after this?—gasps.
“I wanna fuck some cum out of my wife when you’re done, if you don’t mind." Gojo elaborates with that same, cuck-happy grin on his face again. The head of his dick is already smeared over with a gloss of his creamy seed and he's clearly reaching his own orgasm whilst giving Choso directions, "So make sure to leave a nice ‘n creamy load in there for me, yeah?”
Okay, this had to be the strangest fucking couple Choso’s ever encountered. He doesn't think he'll be coming back after this.
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── .✦ nerdjo ˎˊ˗
⟢ touching you for the first time
⟢ finally putting it in
⟢ he's a boob guy
⟢ riding his face
⟢ rewarding him after a good grade
⟢ distractions
⟢ your warm leaking cunt
── .✦ fratjo ˎˊ˗
⟢ it's better raw
⟢ eating you out
⟢ he's very excited
⟢ his roommates might hear
⟢ on the counter of his frat house
⟢ pussy drunk
