“well if you want dynamight on the show, i’m afraid you’re gonna have to meet me halfway here.”
it was normal day at the office, phone calls coming in every half hour, papers needing signatures and sent away, assistants and interns barging in with some new assignment or question.
and here you were, right in the middle of it all.
you had been a public relations consultant for a couple of years until you landed the job of a lifetime. being the pro hero, great explosion god murder dynamight’s head public relations manager. you were in charge of everything regarding his public appearances, interviews, and so on. to land such a high position and with the top five ranked pro heroes in the industry was a high honor.
not something you took lightly either.
“elise, you know how my client is. if he’s not allowed to express at least one explicative, he’s not doing the show.” you argue with a talk show host who desperately wanted dynamight on as a guest the next day.
the other line went silent for a moment that you suspected she hung up after not getting you to budge but then you heard a sigh.
“fine, l/n. you got a deal. god, you’re such a hardass.” the talk show host sneakily replied
you smile confidently as your finger hovers over the ‘end call’ button. “that’s why they pay me the big bucks.”
*click*
with that, the phone call was completed and you could check off a finished task on your huge to-do list. you look over your hectic schedule, trying to complete the most urgent projects first so you could head home early for the day.
it was your four year anniversary with your boyfriend, a big milestone, so naturally you wanted to leave as early as you could to see him. he had taken the overnight shift just so he could get to you early and begin preparations.
you typed frantically, went back and forth from your office to the copier and completed more than half of the reports that you needed to submit by the end of the day.
“miss l/n, these came for you.” one of your assistants knocks on the doorframe. you look up at her and see the young girl struggle with a giant bouquet of white and red roses. you quickly aide her and guide them over toward your desk, the size overtaking your entire desk.
you take a look at the card and had to bite your lip from the school girl giggle that you wanted to express. they were from your boyfriend, and the inscription was cheeky but also sweet, wishing you a happy anniversary.
what a dork, you thought happily.
the next few hours came and went, and you were still trying to finish your giant workload in the next two hours. you looked up at the clock and noticed, you skipped through lunch.
it was a desperate attempt that you thought would help but you were getting hungry. shutting down your computer, you push yourself away from your desk and head over toward the office kitchen to grab a small something.
you pass by some of the interns who were clearly not doing work and didn’t notice you, one of the bosses, walking past them. not that you minded, if they wanted to come in on a saturday to finish their work, so be it. you would be in bed, hopefully naked, with your hot boyfriend.
“god, the boss is so hot.” one of the interns claim as she bites her lip.
the other scrunched up her nose, “the old one?”
“no!” the previous shrieks, “the pro hero boss. dynamight?”
“oh yeah.” a blonde one twirls her hair. “he’s so fine, he came in the other day to talk to the manager and i had to control myself.”
you smile in amusement as you overhear their conversation. your boss, katsuki bakugo, aka dynamight was an attractive man, and would always have the assistants and interns swooning over him. not that he ever paid them any mind, he never did, way too serious for that.
“you think he’s good in bed?”
“of course, a guy that looks like that? i bet he’s a sex god.”
“i’m so sure i can get him to ask me out.”
“no way, i hear he has a girlfriend.”
“hm i bet it’s nothing serious. he’s a pro hero, i’m sure he wants someone pretty and young. if i see him, i can get him on his knees.”
shutting the refrigerator after grabbing a yogurt, you walk over toward the group of girls thirsting over the pro hero.
“girls, i hardly think this is appropriate work conversation.” you raise an eyebrow as the interns quickly disperse and go back to their cubicles.
as you approached your giant office at the end of the hall, you noticed that more gifts had been placed all over your office. a giant arch with more of those gorgeous roses that you adored framed the entrance. a teddy bear with a small jewelry box in its stubby hands, and a neatly arranged takeout box from your absolute favorite restaurant.
if you had been in the comfort of your private apartment, you would be able to express the emotions that swelled your heart that had been stolen by your boyfriend. but you had a professional image to maintain, you could freak out later.
you tried to get more work done when you noticed the same interns from earlier gathered around one of the girls’ cubicles, probably to gossip some more. it would be rude to listen, if they weren’t being so damn loud.
“did you see the manager’s office? talk about overkill!” one spoke with a side eye toward your open door but you maintained concentration on your computer.
the other one narrowed her eyes with a snicker, “how much you want to bet she sent those to herself? she’s such a buzzkill who never lets us have fun. i doubt she has a man waiting for her. what guy would ever want that under him?”
the comments were annoying but you were a big girl, a soft sigh escaped your lips as you were on the home stretched of your workload before you could leave for the day.
you prepared yourself for more of the harsh words but they remained quiet as the air shifted in the office with the dinging of the elevator. the girls bit their lips and fixed their hair with the reflection on their cellphones. the rest of the office stiffened and remained hard at work with some of their mouths remained agape and in awe.
the curiosity got the best of you, so you pushed your chair from the desk and walked over toward the door to your office to get a better look. the sight caught you by surprise as you weren’t expecting your boss so soon, or ever. you could feel the migraine coming as he probably had an issue with an interview or something like that.
katsuki bakugo, or better known as great explosion murder god dynamight at the agency, had arrived at the office, hero uniform in tact, dirtied from a mission and that signature scowl on his face. if you didn’t know him, you would think you caught him on a bad day, but he was physically incapable of having any other expression.
but damn could he wear that expression really well.
you remained stoic as you watched him pass by every staff member that watched him in admiration or fear with his head held high. as he was approaching your office and therefore passing by the land of the clueless interns, one of them was shoved by her friend to where she stumbled right in front of him.
katsuki’s eyebrow raised in confusion and annoyance as she catches her balance. but she was bold, and grabs his bicep for assistance, the touch making him tense up in disgust. his face said it all, he was not sure why the hell she was touching him.
“can i help you?” he asks with a rude grunt and snatched his arm away from her grasp. the girl trembles but regains her composure, engaging in what appeared to be seduction tactics.
she flips her highlighted hair and offers a sultry smile with battwrijg her eyelashes. “mr. dynamight, sir, i just want to say i truly admire what you do. and it is an honor to work for such an incredible hero like you.”
you had to stifle your laugh to remain calm in your workplace but the girl was absolutely striking out and she had no idea. that stuff didn’t work on katsuki, and it actually made you feel kinda bad. if they weren’t so cocky about getting him to fall for them just hours ago.
but nonetheless, the second hand embarrassment continued. “and if you ever need the quality company of someone…special….” she traces his wrist with her manicured finger as he retracts his arm again. “i’d be happy to volunteer.”
her friends smiled and giggled in suspense as they had thought their friend had done it, she seduced the boss, just like she said she would.
katsuki noticed the giggles and then looks up to notice you eagerly enjoying the show while leaning against your office door frame. he rolls his eyes before focusing back on the foolish, confident intern.
“who the fuck are you?” katsuki finally speaks and looks down on her in complete annoyance.
“i..i’m emmy, an intern. you have to remember me, i introduced myself on my first day. we had a connection.” she babbles trying to maintain the image that was slowly fading away as her friends watched in amusement.
katsuki looks at her with the most bored look you could ever give a person. “who the fuck are you, actually? i have no idea who you are and why you’re even talkin’ to me. seriously, just go back to your little desk before i make the decision to fire you.”
the intern’s face was covered in red as she slowly walks back after being read to fiilth and being called out for her overconfidence. she had a sour look and it seemed as if she had never gone through the experience of rejection before.
there’s a first for everything.
what her intern friends whispered to her, you had no idea, because your boss had you in his sights and made his way over. god he was going to be in an even worse mood after that shit show.
“yeah?” you ask with a hint of a smile, still playing the little novela on repeat in your head.
katsuki takes you in before looking over your office. all of the gifts that engulfed your desk and pictures made him scoff in what could only be described as annoyance, but it wasn’t.
“i did a good job, didn’t i?” he comments with a small smirk in victory, the same one you fell in love with four years ago.
the boast was not silent and was heard throughout the office, your coworkers and subordinates were shocked but none dared to say a word.
you shrug nonchalantly, “the flowers were a nice touch but i think you hit your peak on our third year.”
katsuki genuinely laughs at your retort and gives you a soft kiss on your forehead, while also hiding a quick grab of your butt, something he did when he really missed you.
“get your stuff, we’re leavin’. i’ve had enough of this weird ass office.” katsuki was already grabbing your jacket and slinging your work bag over your shoulder so you basically only grabbed your small lunch bag that coincidentally he also bought you. “got us a table at that restaurant you’ve always wanted to try.”
you smile in admiration as you close the door to your office. katsuki places his hand on the lower part of your back and guides you forward, a comforting touch he’s always done even before you were dating.
“i also booked you that interview on that popular show,” you brought up in excitement as you walked. “and you get at least one curse word, uncensored.”
katsuki smiles at your face and just how dedicated you were to not only him but your job. you knew him so well, better than anyone else. “that’s my girl.”
you pass by the group of interns from before who now just examined you in awe. they couldn’t believe their stick in the mud boss that they gossiped so much about, bagged the hottest and most desirable pro hero. you were their hero.
“girls, i expect you to come in on saturday to finish those reports that you all seemed to forget about on account of the events from…earlier.” you motion toward the one intern that flirted with your boyfriend who couldn’t even meet your eyes but she nods nonetheless.
katsuki doesn’t even pay them attention before leading you toward the elevator and away from all of those inquisitive eyes that were glued to your now uncovered relationship.
“told you the interns had a thing for you.” you cheekingly bring up as you press the button for the parking garage.
“fuckin’ nobodies. thinkin’ they got a chance when i got the most perfect woman already.” katsuki grabs you and pulls you to his chest where your hands rest.
you jokingly pout your pretty lips out that he loved so much. katsuki had to physically restrain himself from taking you right there in the elevator. “so you wouldn’t trade me in for a pretty, young intern?”
the question was so foolish in his mind that it barely made an impression. you were his world, his everything. that beautiful pr consultant that changed his life when you came in for your first day.
“fuck no.” katsuki coldly laughs and presses kisses all over your neck. “one more year, i’m puttin’ a giant diamond ring on that finger of yours.”
18+ mdni, smut, p in v, unprotected sex, oral (m), mentions of weed, swearing, katsuki in a bad mood
wc: 1.5k
Katsuki doesn't smoke weed very often.
There's no idling urge for him to be high every other night. He doesn't need it to sleep or eat. Only two reasons have him pulling out a joint: he's had a real shit day or his sweet girl wants to have a hit.
He likes the nights where you he finds you all cozied up in his hoodie and sweatpants. Patiently waiting for him to get home so he can light up the joint you bought earlier that day.
He knows you don't like to light it, or have the first few hits - always complaining that you're going to canoe it when he does it so much better.
Katsuki doesn't mind doing it for you, even when he's not really in the mood to smoke a joint. It's relaxing, sitting out on your balcony together. The city lights illuminating each of you, just enough to see how the muscles in his face relax with each passing minute. There's always a laugh of which one of you is going to start coughing first.
It's quiet, usually. Enjoying the moment of togetherness as you pass the joint back and forth. Sometimes he'll talk about his day, other times he'll whisper pretty words about how much he loves you.
He always finishes the joint. Katuski knows you don't like the last few hits just like the first few.
It hurts my lungs. It makes me cough. It tastes too strong at the end.
He's heard every excuse in the book from you. He believes you, but he also knows that you think he deserves those extra hits more than you do.
So, he'll take them, all the way until he's reached the filter and he's putting out the last few embers. Until his lungs feel like he needs to cough back up all that smoke and his body feels sluggish. It's the same every time - complaining how how dry his mouth is just to start a little laugh when you take three times as long to respond.
You're giggling as you follow him from the kitchen to the living room, arms full of snacks and drinks to last you a night of cozying up on the couch.
His arm will cascade over your shoulder as you snuggle into his side. Arm wrapped around his waist and getting as close as possible to him. His body is so warm, so inviting especially when you're feeling the effects of the joint.
There's a constant loose smile on his lips. He looks gorgeous. He'll roll his eyes at you every time he catches you staring up at him or calling him pretty.
Katsuki loves those nights.
Then there are the other times.
The times where he's had such a shit day that he doesn't want to think or feel and he's muttering to himself when he angrily grabs the lighter and joints.
He'll pace back and forth on your balcony, eyebrows scrunched in anger and he inhales that shitty taste that just pisses him off more.
He hates those days. He hates how he ignores you the second he walks into your home. When you're so excited to have him back just for him to be in a shit mood and he watches your smile drop. It just makes him even more frustrated with his day.
There's at least some entertainment to it for you - you get to watch him through your big window as he goes through arguments with himself. Arms thrown up in the air - too quickly where he has to relight the joint and you can hear him swearing at the world.
When he comes back in his eyes are red and glazy. He's calmed down but its obvious he's still in a mood. He'll leave a light kiss on your forehead and a mumbled I love you as he passes by you but it's still nowhere near the full conversation you're itching to have with him. It's best to leave him go through it before asking him what happened.
Katsuki doesn't smoke by himself very often - but if there's one thing you know for certain - it's that when he does you'll be bouncing on his cock later that night.
He gets in these moods where he's frustrated and hating the world. Nothing makes him feel better except the weed in his lungs and his pretty girl grinding down on his lap. It's not that he always asks you, at this point you just know what he wants. And this time, you're happy to do it. Happy to help him out when he's always so generous to you.
The shower runs hot and short. It's the same almost every time - he smokes and showers and then he realizes that he's too high to be standing in the steam for so long because he's getting light headed. Then he'll find you, so sweet and caring, waiting for him on your bed while he has just a towel wrapped around his waist.
He's so delicious - wet hair matted down, droplets still sliding down his buff chest. His eyes are so gone, barely latching onto you waiting for him. He gets this loose, silly smile that grows and grows until finally a high-induced laugh breaks his chest. Finally. Finally just a snip of who you love after a bad day.
Katsuki doesn't care that he didn't dry himself off properly and that he's getting your bed soaked when he collapses down on it. The towel loosens, barely hanging onto this hips. He gets so grabby, arms reaching out to you to pull you close. Lazily, wet kisses get peppered around every bit of skin he can reach without straining his neck any further.
You know better. Know that somehow your clothes are going to be pulled off and his dick is going to end up at the back of your throat. Know that he's never going to pressure you for more but there's an underlying desire in those bloodshot eyes of his. He's too high to do anything about it besides whispering out a stream of I love you's.
He's loud when he's high. The restraint he usually has entirely gone. He's shameless, so loud you're sure your neighbors can hear him and there's no trying to quiet him down.
How can you when you're choking on his fat cock, getting it nice and wet because he can't stretch you out with his fingers like he normally would?
It gets worse when you sink down on him. A slow inch by inch because he's so fucking big and it hurts because he's too high to give you the warm up your sweet pussy deserve. Katsuki will mumbling out apologies, praises of you taking him so well but he's so consumed by the way you're sucking him in that he's not really that sorry. He needs this, needs you and he'll feel bad about it tomorrow morning when you're limping around but now? Now all he wants is you to take him to the hilt.
Katsuki's hands loosely grip your ass, he doesn't have the strength he usually does to help you bounce on him. Instead, he loves the way your hands are firming on his chest, using him to slam your hips up and down. He'd be happy dying like this.
It feels so fucking good when he's this high. Turns him into a whining mess. Hips trying to pace yours but his body is too sluggish. He looks so cute like this. Flushed, cheeks red. Drool pooling at the corner of his lips. Wandering eyes because he can't focus on one single part of you.
He loves it.
Loves that he's forgotten every part of his shitty day. Loves that he has someone as perfect as you to take care of him. Loves that your pussy was just made for him.
Katuski can't even bring himself to give you a warning that he's about to cum. You know by now anyway that he's about to. Eyes squeezed shut, hips taunt as you ride him through it. Moans so loud you feel your cheeks warm.
He always feels bad - he knows he can't hold it in when he's stoned like this. It's a matter of minutes before he's filling you up with his cum. Sometimes if you're close you'll fuck it all back into you - either riding his still hard cock or having him watch you use your fingers. Good girl.
Other times he'll already be half asleep when he's mumbling out promises to make you orgasm tenfold the next day.
It doesn't matter either way - you don't care about it those kinds of days. Not when making him relaxed and satisfied feels better than anything else. Not when in a matter of an hour of him coming home in a rage to he's now curled up next to you with a smile on his lips as he falls asleep.
Katsuki doesn't smoke weed very often, but he's sure as fuck glad that he gets to spend those stoned moments with you.
toji fushiguro x f!reader | age gap, manipulation, sugar-trade filth, twisted consent, oral fixation
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you always come in late. past midnight, when the candy shop hums low and empty and the floor tiles are hot under your soles from the day’s sun. it’s not even a real shop just a side-street box stacked with cheap snacks, gum, and cold drinks behind foggy glass. but you come in anyway. lipgloss sticky, thighs chafing, fingers already reaching for the sweets like a little girl with nothing to lose.
he’s behind the counter. he always is.
older. too broad for the stool he leans on.
“toji,” you say, voice lilting like it’s not your third time this week.
he grunts without looking up. “gonna rot your teeth with all that shit.”
you fake a gasp. “you saying i’m sweet?”
he finally lifts his eyes. heavy-lidded, dark. “nah. sayin you’re stupid.”
your lips part but you just laugh, biting the inside of your cheek as you pluck a lollipop from the jar cherry swirl, thick stick, heart-shaped if you tilt it right. you crinkle the wrapper slow, like you’re buying time.
then you check your pocket.
your smile falters.
“shit,” you mumble, turning toward him. “i..i don’t have enough.”
you show him the crumpled coin and shrug, cheeks puffed, voice soft. “can i owe you?”
his eyebrow twitches. he leans forward, arms crossed over thick forearms.
“owe me?” he repeats, slow like a warning. “what kinda shop you think this is?”
you giggle. “the kind that gives regulars free candy?”
he doesn’t smile. doesn’t blink.
“you’re not a regular,” he says. “you’re a problem.”
your heart skips. your thighs press together. but you don’t move.
“then why you keep giving me candy, huh?”
he watches you unwrap the lollipop. watches your lips part, tongue curling to catch the gloss. your mouth closes around the red and white sugar and the stick pokes out like a promise.
“same reason you keep showing me your pussy for it,” he mutters, voice rough.
you freeze.
he doesn’t. just sits back and folds his arms again, watching the color drain and bloom across your cheeks.
“you said i could have it,” you mumble, eyes low. “that first time, you gave me three.”
“and you hiked your skirt like you were a slut and stupid.”
you suck harder, like the burn of the candy might drown the heat between your legs.
“well,” you whisper, “i don’t have cash tonight either.”
toji leans in again, elbows to glass.
“then pay like you did before.”
you blink at him. suck again. drag the stick out slow, your spit stringing between lips and gloss.
“what, like… just a peek?”
he shrugs, eyes already dropping. “that’s on you. ain’t gonna beg.”
you hesitate. fingers brushing the hem of your skirt.
“you’re not supposed to ask for that,” you whisper.
“you’re not supposed to come in here late every night with no bra, suckin candy like a whore.”
your breath catches.
he taps the counter.
“go on.”
and you do. slowly, quietly, with the candy still between your lips. fingers slip under the hem. you don’t lift much, but it’s enough. the shop air is cold on your cunt, and your thighs quiver, but you hold still, shaking like a stupid little thing waiting for praise.
he exhales like he’s impressed. “all that for a fuckin lollipop.”
you look up at him, lips shiny and full.
“and you’re the one who keeps giving them.”
you show him. just a little peek. thighs parted while your fingers still clutch the lollipop, heart thudding behind your ribs like it knows something your mouth won’t say.
his eyes stay there too long.
“still not enough,” he mutters.
you blink. “huh?”
his gaze drags up to your face, slow and bored. “used to give you three for a peek. you remember that?”
you nod, eyes wide, candy stick tapping the corner of your mouth.
he leans in, arms folded on the counter, big frame hunched like a lion pretending to nap.
“that was before you knew what you were doing.”
your lips part, but no sound comes out. your cheeks burn.
“now you do,” he adds. “and that makes it worth less.”
your tongue swipes the sugar slowly, nerves tangled in confusion.
“that doesn’t even make sense,” you whisper.
he shrugs. “sure it does. when you didn’t know better, you were just soft. stupid. sweet.”
he pauses, lets his eyes fall back down, like gravity pulls them toward the wet heat between your thighs.
“now you know. and you still show me. that makes it cheap.”
your hand trembles, candy slipping between your lips with a wet sound. the sugar is melting faster than usual. so are you.
you try to recover. “you said i was a problem.”
he grins, low and filthy. “you are.”
he shifts, plants both hands flat on the counter and pushes up, rising to his full height. you forget how tall he is until he’s over you. towering. wide. warm in the worst way. he moves to the side, past the register, until nothing’s between you.
your breath catches. the candy wobbles in your hand.
“you want another one?” he asks. voice calm. “the blue raspberry kind. the big ones you like to suck on.”
you nod.
he steps closer. heat rolls off him.
“lift your skirt all the way this time.”
you hesitate.
his voice drops.
“or leave with nothing.”
the air hangs. no noise but the buzzing fridge and your stupid heartbeat.
“why do you talk to me like that?” you murmur, voice thin.
he laughs once through his nose.
“cause you fucking let me.”
your hand moves slow. the fabric peels up. higher. higher. the cool shop air kisses your bare cunt and you swear you feel your own slick against your thigh. toji watches. still. quiet. like you’re the final frame in a movie he already memorized.
he exhales.
“mm. better.”
his hand lifts fingers calloused, knuckles scarred and rests on the glass counter beside your thigh. not touching. just there. waiting.
“open a little more,” he says, voice even. “just a little.”
your lip trembles around the candy.
“and then i’ll give you the good kind.”
his hand doesn’t touch you at first. it hovers. warm and rough beside your thigh on the counter, like he’s letting you see what happens next before it happens. you’re still holding the candy in your mouth like an idiot. you can feel your spit pooling, your lips shining, your jaw getting sore from pretending this is fine.
“look at that,” he murmurs. “all soft already.”
you blink up at him, eyes sticky, heart thudding somewhere in your ears. the skirt is up. the air is cold. your thighs tremble a little under the light. but you don’t close them.
his fingers lift slow. two of them. they land just above your knee and slide up. his skin is hot. the way he touches is lazy, practiced like this isn’t a first. like he’s done it before, to others. maybe in this exact spot. maybe on this exact counter. the thought makes your breath catch and your cunt pulse.
he hums under his breath when he reaches the crease where thigh meets heat.
“told you,” he says. “used to give you three lollipops for this. now you hand it over for one.”
you try to say something anything but the lollipop is still between your lips, and when you make a sound, it comes out like a soft pop and a whimper.
“mm,” he grunts, amused. “you like that candy too much, huh.”
his thumb drags through your folds like he’s not even paying attention. he pets your cunt like he’s checking it. warm and slick. your hips jerk a little and he slaps your thigh once.
“stay still.”
you do. you bite the stick and hold still. you feel every brush of his fingers, every slow rub over your clit like he’s killing time. your legs ache but you don’t close them. he’s not looking at your face. he’s watching your pussy.
“damn,” he says under his breath. “you always get this wet when you beg for candy?”
you blink hard. your lashes are wet. your hand grips the edge of the counter.
he pushes one thick finger in slow and steady and groans like he’s stretching something sore.
you gasp, the lollipop clacking against your teeth.
“shh,” he mutters, curling it deep. “you wanted this. you came in here every fuckin night.”
you nod. you don’t even know why.
“say thank you.”
your lips open. the candy slides. your voice comes out shaky and sweet.
“thank you.”
he pumps once, slow. then again. your body jerks. the candy falls. hits the counter and rolls. your mouth is open now and your pussy is clenching, and he’s watching both.
“i told you,” he mutters, almost to himself. “fuckin sugar rots girls like you.”
and then he leans in. breath hot. lips at your ear.
the countertop never even mattered.
he makes you move before you can blink grabs your wrist, yanks you around the corner like it’s nothing, like you’re something soft he’s already bought. you stumble, thighs sticky, mouth parted, the taste of blue raspberry still sweet behind your teeth.
he sits on the stool behind the register.
wide. solid. spread like he owns the place. like he owns you.
and then he pulls you right into his lap.
not gently.
you land bent your stomach across his thighs, your arms dangling down, skirt shoved up before you can ask why. the plastic of the candy wrappers rustles beneath you when you shift. your ass is bared. exposed. hot.
you blink, dazed, chewing the lollipop in your cheek.
“there we go,” he mutters, voice low. “much better.”
his hand lands on the curve of your ass. big and warm and heavy. not moving yet. just resting there like it belongs. his fingers spread slightly. his thumb rubs slow circles. not to soothe. just to feel you.
“you always come in here like this?” he asks, voice soft and condescending. “dressed like that? mouth all shiny, not a cent in your pocket?”
you nod.
his palm smooths over the swell of you. dips a little. finds the underside.
“no panties again,” he sighs. “course not.”
your cheeks burn. you suck the lollipop harder.
he tugs your skirt higher with one hand while the other strokes your lower back, slow and repetitive. not kind. possessive.
“look at this,” he mutters, petting your inner thigh like it’s the ear of a dog. “you don’t even try to hide it anymore, do you?”
you shake your head.
“told you already,” he murmurs, almost fond, “sugar rots girls like you.”
and then.
his palm lifts.
comes down with a soft slap.
not hard. not cruel. just enough.
you jolt. the lollipop taps your teeth.
“good girl,” he mutters, rubbing where he hit.
you relax. not because you should. but because he’s still petting you. still calling you that.
“want another one?” he asks. “a flavor you ain’t had yet?”
you nod against his thigh, voice soft. “yes please.”
he hums. fingers trailing toward the dip of your lower back. stroking. tapping.
“of course you do.”
another spank. this one a little firmer.
“and what flavor do you think good girls get?”
“cherry swirl,” you mumble, lollipop pressed to your cheek. “the heart-shaped kind.”
he chuckles. leans over your back. his chest brushes you. his hand moves to your hair, fingers stroking through it like he’s calming a pet. like you’re something dumb and delicate.
“mm. that’s right. heart-shaped.”
his other hand returns to your ass. kneading it. parting it. just a little.
“you like bein’ over my lap?” he murmurs. “like sittin’ here with your bare little cunt out, suckin candy like a child?”
you nod. your face is burning. your thighs tremble.
“good. get used to it.”
his voice dips, almost affectionate now. dangerous.
“you want to act sweet, i’ll treat you like you are.”
he pulls your lollipop from your mouth. wipes the spit with his thumb. stares at the glossy mess on your lips.
“you want chocolate next time?” he asks.
you nod. small. helpless.
“then you ask for it the way sweet things do.”
his hand cups your cunt. his other cradles your jaw.
“look me in the eye and say please, mister toji.”
your voice catches.
he waits.
his thumb rubs just enough to make your knees twitch.
“go on, baby,” he whispers, “show your candy dealer some manners.”
you mumble something again around the candy soft, garbled, sticky-sweet. it barely makes it past your lips. like you forgot how to speak. like all you remember is the taste.
toji chuckles. doesn’t need to understand. doesn’t need words.
he just pets you.
hand stroking your hair. slow. slow. slow. palm dragging down to the nape of your neck and back up again. like you’re something soft he gets to keep.
“mmm,” you slur, candy stick tapping your chin, “this one’s… s’good. ‘s the best one. ever. promise.”
his other hand squeezes your ass.
firm. lazy.
he presses his thumb into the dough of it like he’s testing ripeness.
“yeah?” he says. “that right?”
you nod against his thigh, eyes glazed, lollipop still clinking against your teeth.
“mhm. the most delicious… ever. cherry… red one. better than yesterday.”
he smiles. crooked. hand still stroking your scalp.
“that’s cause i picked it just for you.”
his fingers trail down again, brushing over your spine, finding your hip. petting. squeezing. his palm covers the curve of your ass like it was shaped to fit there.
“told you already, baby,” he mutters, “girls like you don’t need money.”
his voice is low now. warm. not mocking. worse. kind.
“just need a lap to melt on. someone who knows how to feed you.”
you whimper, squirming a little, face still buried in his thigh. the candy wobbles between your lips when you speak.
“d-don’t wanna go home tonight.”
his thumb brushes under your ass. close. too close.
he hums, rubbing your hair again. gentle. rhythmic.
“i know, sweetheart. why would you?”
his hand cups your ass again. then squeezes harder. almost enough to sting.
you gasp a little. your thighs twitch.
“you like sittin like this?” he murmurs. “bare. messy. stupid with sugar.”
you nod fast. desperate.
“feels good…”
“course it does.”
his voice dips lower.
“you ever sit in a grown man’s lap like this before?”
your breath catches.
“n-no.”
his hand strokes your thigh, then higher.
“mm. good.”
his palm returns to your scalp, brushing your hair back from your sticky cheek.
“you’re just a little thing,” he says softly. “a soft little girl in a grown man’s world.”
you blink hard. the lollipop’s getting smaller. your legs are trembling. your panties are still missing and your skirt’s still up.
“don’t worry though,” he mutters, fingers trailing lazily along your skin, “you be good for me… you suck your candy like this every time…”
he leans close. lips against your ear.
“and i’ll make sure you never run out.”
you gasp.
“r-really?”
he smiles.
“really.”
his thumb finds your lips. pushes the lollipop deeper again. your jaw goes slack. you suck it soft. obedient.
“good girl,” he whispers. “that’s all you ever gotta be.”
you close your eyes.
you don’t know what time it is.
you don’t care.
he pets your head again. slower now. like you’re already asleep.
the lights buzz overhead.
outside, the street is dark.
inside, you stay where you are bare, sticky, babbling held between the hands of a man who never asked for your name.
Prof toji! Prof toji! Prof toji! Prof toji in mechanical engineering! ( change it if you want)
𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐅𝐄𝐒𝐒𝐎𝐑 𝐓𝐎𝐉𝐈
Yandere Toji Fushiguro x Reader
⟡ AN: Misogynistic Toji is so fucking yummy. I savored this one. It's a little shorter than my previous ones, my apologies for that. Hope you enjoy.
⟡ CW: 18+ ONLY, NON CON, Student/Teacher Relationship, Older Man/Younger Woman, PIV sex, Misogyny, Condescension, teeny tiny mention of violence, no references to previous JJKU profs but it is in the same university.
Toji isn’t really qualified to be a professor.
Yeah, he has a mechanical engineering degree and he’s been working in the field for a while but he’s never taught anyone how to do anything, nor was he a good student when he was in college. He really just put in an application for shits and giggles.
Apparently, anybody with a degree and some experience in their field is qualified to teach at this university.
It’s a nice way to make some extra cash in between jobs and the kids are funny every once in a while, but it definitely isn’t something he wants to do forever. Making up and grading tests is a pain in the ass and he really doesn’t care about the brats enough to sit through their whining during office hours. He was starting to get fed up with the job for a while and was considering quitting until you walked into his classroom.
At first he thought you must be lost. Girls walked into his class by accident pretty often looking for the foreign language wing. But when he told you that French and Italian are upstairs you shook your head and told him you were here for auto-engineering.
He was a little taken aback. He’d been teaching for a decent amount of time and he’s never had a girl in his class. Definitely not a teeny-tiny one who looked like she’d be crushed under the weight of a tire.
It kinda pissed him off, honestly. What the hell did you think you were doing in a class about building cars? Shouldn’t you be sucking the dick of an education or nursing professor? Little thing like you probably couldn’t use a calculator, much less do the physics required to be an engineer.
But you manage to piss him off even more when he finds out that you’re good at physics—great actually. Better than most of the boys in his class.
He thought you must have some boy-toy doing your homework, but all of your in-class tests and quizzes came back with straight marks. Every A he puts into your grade book pushes his anger just a little further. Pretty bitches like you aren’t meant to be engineers. Little cunts are meant for one thing and one thing only—fucking. Clearly nobody’s had the balls to teach you that.
It’s his job as a professor to educate his students, so he takes it upon himself to show you your place.
He starts giving you harder tests than the rest of the class that basically set you up for failure, watching you grow more and more frustrated as each assignment comes back. You seem like someone who’s never failed a test in your life. He’s sure this is devastating for you.
When you come crying to him during his office hours, practically begging for his help because you don’t know what you’re doing wrong, he’s more than happy to give it to you—in a condescending way that makes you feel stupid.
He takes great care to describe very basic concepts to you in excruciating detail. Once, he spent a whole half hour teaching you the laws of motion like he might teach it to a five year old. When you told him that you understood the concept and that you’d like to move on he’d countered that clearly you didn’t, otherwise you’d be keeping up with the rest of your peers.
He drains your confidence to the point that you don’t even argue as he walks you through how an engine works for the third time. You just nod your head and scribble down notes in your sweet, girly handwriting—thanking him profusely as you walk out of his office.
He has to start wearing looser pants to hide his boners. He has a class right after office hours.
The final straw is when you “bomb” your midterm. 37%. You look like your family’s been shot when he puts the paper on your desk.
“Please professor,” you beg him, pretty little eyes welling up with tears, “I swear I studied for hours. I must have had an off day. Please give me another chance.”
After some more begging—It’s pretty hot watching you act so pathetic—he agrees to let you take a make-up exam and tells you to come back to his classroom tomorrow night so you can take it.
He shows up a little early. He wants to have time to jerk one out before you come so that the tent in his pants doesn’t scare you off. As his fist pumps his shaft he imagines your cute little body bouncing up and down on his cock like a ragdoll, begging him ‘Please professor! Please fill my tight little cunt up!’.
He’s been having sex pretty much exclusively with hookers lately, it’ll be nice to get a piece of fresh meat for a change.
He finishes just in time. You walk through the door just as he’s wiping his cum off his hand.
Even watching you from his desk, he can tell that you pour everything you have into that make-up test. He doesn’t think he’s ever worked on something that hard in his life. You hand it in to him hesitantly, practically shaking from your nerves.
He reads over it slowly, taking great pleasure in torturing you as he compares your work to the “answer key” at his desk. He closes the packet with a small ‘hmph’ and walks back over to you. He can tell you’re holding your breath.
“This is good work kid, I’ll give ya that.” He says, crossing his arms as he hands it back.
Your face lights up, washed over with relief, “So I pass then?”
He smirks, “Nah.”
You stand there for a few seconds genuinely speechless, mouth hanging open like a carp. He wishes he’d taken a picture. Fucking priceless.
“What?” you breathe, “Y-you said I did well…”
He nods, “You did.”
“T-then why—“
“Because you're a girl.” he grins, leaning against the wall, “Girls don’t belong in a garage.”
You look like you're going to say something but no sound leaves your mouth, too stunned to form any words. It’s pretty cute how red your face gets—all scrunched up in anger, eyes welling with tears. He watches in amusement as you pick up your things and storm to the door.
You jiggle the handle once, twice, a third time, but it won’t budge. You feel your heart beat faster as your professor’s footsteps echo across the room, getting closer and closer until you can feel his body heat on your back. You turn around shakily to find him leaning against a strong arm, caging you between his chest and the door.
“Why so quick to run, princess?” he asks, looking you up and down slowly, “The fun just started~”
“F-fuck you.” you whimper with all the ferocity of a kitten, shrinking into yourself as he nuzzles into the crook of your neck, leaving a playful nip just under your jawline.
“Oh baby, I plan too.”
You yelp as he lifts you up and throws you over his shoulder, manhandling you as if you’re no bigger than a puppy. You thrash and kick and struggle but his arm won’t give.
“Hey, settle down,” he growls, popping your ass with a loud smack, “I’ll be rough with ya if you want, but you gotta let me get ya naked first.”
You sob as he bends you over his desk, pinning you down with just one hand on the small of your back. He wastes no time pulling your pants and panties down to your ankles, groaning as he kneads the doughy flesh of your ass.
“Fuck.” he hisses, you can hear the clinking of his belt being undone. “Yer practically beggin to be fucked, aren’t ya? Prancin’ around in those tight little jeans.”
You scream as he kicks your legs open, writhing on his desk—biting, kicking, headbutting, anything that might get him to loosen his hold on you. It’s all futile, he doesn’t even blink as he pins your head down to his desk, squishing your cheek against the cold metal as he lines himself up.
Even from the sliver of his mushroomed head that rubs along your slit, you can tell he’s big. Fat, girthy and hot, an appropriate dick for a man of his stature. You think of the girls you’ve seen in the porn gifs that pop up on your twitter feed sometimes, makeup running down their faces as they’re split in half by cocks not much thinner than their forearm. You thought they were kind of hot at one point in time.
They don’t seem as hot anymore as Toji pushes into you.
“Yer so fuckin tight,” he groans, inching into you slowly, rocking in bit by bit so he can sink to the hilt, “Here I was thinkin’ you’re a slut. Never felt a whore with a snatch that squeezes like this,”
Tears run down your face as he bottoms out and starts rocking himself slowly in and out of your cunt. You wonder if you should scream. The parking lot was empty when you walked into the building. Most of the faculty has gone home by now, but there must be a janitor or security guard lingering behind, surely.
Your thoughts are interrupted by his hand snatching your cheeks and twisting your head so he can capture your lips in his own. You taste sweet and syrupy like you’ve just eaten a spoonful of honey. He doesn’t understand how that's possible, considering you’ve been sitting in his classroom for the last two hours, but he’s not complaining. He groans as he nips your lower lip, savoring the taste of your sweet tongue before pulling off of you, leaving a long gossamer string in his wake.
“Oh baby, your fuckin’ ridiculous,” he sighs, snapping his hips more aggressively, making you dizzy, “Y’want me to touch your cunt? Girls like you like that shit, right? Want me t’make you feel good?”
He doesn’t wait for you to respond before his hand snakes down between your legs, rubbing your clit with a skilled hand, making you see stars.
It’s shameful to say, but he’s way better at it then any of the dumb frat boys you’ve slept with.
“Yeah… I feel that little cunt dripping,” he purrs, rubbing the little nub faster under his calloused fingers, “Bet no ones ever fucked you good like this, huh? No one’s ever put you in your place, that’s why you think you can run around with the boys, right princess?”
You cry as his cock grazes your g-spot, accidently bucking yourself further down on him. You don’t register the ‘slut’ he snickers out as stars dot your vision.
You try to compose yourself, pull yourself together just long enough to reason with him. He doesn’t make it very easy, every circle of his fingers against your clit washes away any thought you may have formed.
“Y-you can’t do this.” you finally manage. It comes out in choppy fragments, the air is pushed out of your lungs with every snap of his strong hips.
“Oh yeah baby?” he pants, “Why can’t I?”
“Y-you’ll get fired.”
“Was gonna quit anyway,”
“It’s rape-”
“You won’t tell anyone,”
You look back at him confused. Sweet thing.
“I’ve got all yer’ information, babe. Your student profile has your phone number, social security, address… even if you leave me I’ll find ya eventually.” he growls, wrapping a large hand around your throat, “And when I do… well, let’s just say I’m not afraid of roughin’ you or your family up a little.”
Your eyes widen in terror, “N-no! P-please! Don’t hurt them-” you cry, hot tears falling down your cheeks as you shake your head.
“Jesus, quit whining.” he grunts, squeezing the fingers around your throat to cut you off, “I said if ya leave me I’ll knock them off, I’m not gonna go around breaking necks for no reason. I’m not a monster.”
You would argue otherwise.
“So long as you're good for me, we won’t have any problems, yeah?” He punctuates the sentence with a deep thrust that pulls a pathetic groan from your throat.
It’s not long before his thrusts start becoming sporadic. He lifts one of your legs up so that your knee is resting up on his desk. The new angle lets him drill even deeper into you, hitting your cervix with every powerful thrust. You feel so, so full. You swear you can feel the tip in your throat.
“Fuck baby! I’m gonna cum,” he grins, speeding up, leaving a playful smack on your ass cheek, “Should I cum inside? Fill you up with all my babies like a good little whore?”
You sob, shaking your head pitifully, it only spurs him on.
“Not like you get a choice, little girls like you take what men give them and don’t complain,” he grunts, he can feel his balls tightening, “Yeah… ditsy little thing like you doesn’t belong in fuckin’ school. Better off stayin’ home and letting your man provide for ya. Don’t need a brain to pop out brats, eh?”
You scream and writhe but it’s no use. Toji pins you down like a butterfly about to get it’s wings plucked, filling you to the brim with his cum as promised. Moaning at the way your cunt flutters around his cock as he comes down.
Heavy, gut-wrenching sobs leave your mouth as he pulls out. His cum drips down your slit—another thing he wishes he’d taken a picture of. He’s quick to rectify it, scooping it up and pushing it back inside of you with his middle and index finger.
You squeeze your eyes shut, whimpering and clinging onto his desk for dear life. Maybe if you focused hard enough, you’d wake up and realize this was all just a bad dream, that your professor never pinned you against the door, or pushed his cock against your folds, or came inside-
“Don’t fall asleep on me yet, (Y/N),” your professor says, snapping his fingers at you like a dog.
You flutter your eyes open and look behind you shakily, eyes watering as you're met with the sight of your professor stroking his cock back to hardness.
“Did you think we're done, baby? That’s cute…” he smirks, licking his lips as he stares down at you, “Why don’t you take off that cute top and get on your knees. I’ve still got two tight holes I’ve gotta teach a lesson too.”
synopsis . In which you get fed up with Sato (fratjo) for playing around with you and unintentionally get involved with his identical twin brother Toru (nerdjo), not knowing they’re simply two sides of the same coin.
content . afab!reader, porn with decent plot, messy relationship(s), fratjo’s an asshole in the beginning, bluntness, pervy!nerdjo, eventual threesome, degrading, oral sex, first time squirting & then doing it multiple times, getting caught, surprising dynamics, praise, pussy slapping, getting put in a headlock, confessions, filthy dirty talk, jealousy, marathon sex (gulp), spit, slightly bimbo!reader, choking, nerdjo is feral, full nelson, edging, getting passed around, frajo’s a voyeur, filth, slight angst, cum eating/swallowing, some cuckholding(?), masturbation, a silly ending, etc.
word count . 11.4k | author's note: this ended up being wayyyy longer than i initially thought it would be and it’s overly freaked the fuck out. hope you enjoy!! banner art by Rororogi Mogera. (not proofread—sorry in advance, truly)
In your defense, you didn't think he would care.
Sato Gojo—esteemed member of Sigma Chi, infamously known for his commitment issues, and noted to be the campus playboy—was the last person you thought would care about you sleeping with his twin brother.
Hell, he's also the last person who expected that same brother to be able to get this far with you. Toru is the shyest, dorkiest, and nerdiest part of the Gojo family, what could he possibly have done to catch your eye?
Sato had done his best to keep you away from and unaware of his six-second-younger brother's existence too. Yet somehow, here he is walking in on the two of you fucking in his bed.
Less upset at the sight and more confused, the only thing he wants to know is... what the fuck led up to this pairing?
——
For months and months prior to that, it'd been the same thing between you and Sato.
“She doesn’t mean anything to me, baby. You know you’re my favorite,” He’d say, cooing you with that manipulatively charming voice of his after you’d asked him about yet another woman he was talking to.
You weren't sure why you kept going back to him. He never told you how he felt about you unless he was inside you—and even then you’re certain those feelings were all sex-based and moderately untrue.
Yet something about him kept drawing you back in.
And if you had to guess what exactly it was...
“Fuuck, y’like that don’t you?” He’d groan, having one big hand clasped around your throat as he plowed you into the mattress. Sato rarely ever took his time during sex, too eager to make sure you cum & keep up his reputation of being a good fuck. “Like the way my cock kisses that sweet spot, huh?”
The rhythmic sound of his pelvis smack smack smacking! against your ass echoes throughout the room at a pitch almost louder than your sapped moans. “Mhmm,” You'd hummed in response, fingernails dug into the bedsheets below.
You couldn't bring yourself to think about all the other women that's been in this same exact position before you when his cock was far too busy gliding in and out of your soaking pussy. The same sheets your fingers are clawing at is also clasped in between your teeth tightly, drool wetting up the fabric pathetically due to how good you felt.
Only to be rudely interrupted by his hand gripping at your neck tighter and then tugging the upper half of your body allll the way up—his chest pressing into your back while his dick massages the gushiest spot inside you. “Don’t do that,” Sato huffs with that shit-eating grin on his face, “Speak up, pretty girl. I couldn't hear you.”
“Uhuhh, yes,” You pant, tongue beginning to dangle out of your mouth all whorishly, “I love it, Sato.”
Cocky like always, he'd let off that amused scoff and then nip at your ear playfully, “Yeahh, I know you do. Jus’ can’t get enough of me.”
Thinking back again, he had the biggest ego you’d ever seen.
Sato was tenderly humping the rest of his thick cock into you while you were nice and close, just to realize after the first few thrusts that you were trying to inch yourself away from him—your moans getting airier by the second.
His smile widened, “Hah, where’re you goin’?” He'd only made you cum three times since the two of you got here. Surely that wasn't enough to have you acting like this already. “Look at you, trying to run from me now," Sato scoffed with faux bitterness.
You barely got a moment to process what he was doing before you choked.
Warm lips pressing against your ear, “C’mon, I jus’ want one more outta’ you,” He purred, his arm slow to wrap around your neck while his bulking muscles pressed into the center of your throat. Whatever oxygen was on its way to your head all but died out as the man put you into a bullying chokehold and then flexed.
Your cunt squeaked juicily around him and his cockhead nudged in deeper because of the hold he had on you, otherwise rendering your body unable to escape.
That was one of many reasons why you always ran back to him. If Sato Gojo didn't know how to do anything else right, he damn sure knew how to fuck.
“Mhmm, that’s it, baby." His voice was huskier against your eardrums now and you felt your body shuddering with a sense of numbness as something slicker oozed around his shaft. "Take that fuckin’ cock—juuust like that.”
His thrust became slower while he held you in place and you'd never felt so full in your life. It wasn't until he suddenly snapped up into you that all air left your lungs and your eyes crossed.
Whatever sound you let out was beyond pathetic and only followed by a desperate, “S’too much,” that he could barely hear.
Rolling his eyes, he repeated the motion a few more times at a steady pace, letting you adjust to being arched and folded up how he wants you. “My dramatic girl, acting like you haven't been taking it just fine," He reminded you.
You almost believed him for a moment there until his free hand came snaking around your torso to press against your lower abdomen—right over the bulge his fat cock had created against your skin—and applying an egregious amount of pressure.
“M’gonna cum, Sato,” You cried out as his fingers slithered down to nudge against your clit. Never a firm rub or anything like that since he felt like his cock alone was enough to work what he wanted out of you.
He’d smile all victoriously and whisper, “That's it? Don't tell me you're still too scared to squirt on me?”
Truth be told, that was the one thing he couldn’t do for some reason.
He never said anything but he thinks maybe you’re just one of those women who need a little more effort put into in order to make you squirt. More effort of which he damn sure doesn’t feel like putting in.
Four orgasms in a row? That’s fine, he can do that no problem. Making you squirt? As badly as he wants to deep down inside, he just can’t.
You ended up leaving a creamy mess around his cock but it's not the spurting stream of wetness he was hoping for. After letting you tremble out of your high, he's slow with the way he unwraps his arms from around you.
You fall forward onto the bed and let out a heavy breath before smiling wearily in relief. No other guy on campus ever managed to make you cum even once so of course you didn't think much of the fact that Sato couldn't make you squirt.
Hell, you were unknowingly on the same page with him—thinking you might've needed extra effort put in for that kinda release. Which was fine, you didn't need that much from him. The fact that he could make you cum back to back was more than enough in your book.
Not his though.
Sato hated it. He hated how he couldn't make you squirt—the fact burned at his ego and wounded his pride greatly. He's made other women do it so he doesn't understand what the problem is. There were some nights where he wondered if maybe he was doing something wrong with you. Or maybe you'd found someone else who could—
He unknowingly scoffs at his thoughts, shuffling out of the bed and swiping up the nearest clean sweats to slip into. Who was he kidding? There isn't one other person on campus you'd go to over him.
And if he couldn't make you squirt, he knows there's no one else that could.
Amid his deep thoughts, you happen to look over and catch the way those white brows of his are neatly knitting together. He didn't even realize how his true feelings on the matter were written all over his face.
Your eyes had ran over him a couple times, pondering on all the scratch marks in various places. Places that your hands haven't touched.
And that's how the routine was with the two of you; high tension all throughout the day, let him fuck you 'til all your senses went numb, and then fade into quietness with little to talk about since Sato doesn't deem it necessary to get close with you in that way.
When you catch the way he's dragging his feet around the room, trying to clean the mess of clothes you two made prior to getting in the bed, your brows lifts with curiosity. Asking gently, "Hey, are you alright?"
Sato hums without turning around to you, running his a hand through his hair as if stressed out. "Yeah, m'fine." He grunts, glancing over at you after and adding a slightly comforting, "Are you?"
You nod in response to him and he stares for a moment longer than necessary, still deep in his thoughts about something he surely wasn't sharing with you anytime soon.
Why would he? You didn’t need to know that he was beating himself up over something so stupid. He’s well aware that he’s the best guy to ever sleep with you so, opening up to you about something so trivial wasn’t in his character.
There’d been jokes and banter between the two of you before—obviously—but it never went any further than that. The moment things threatened to dip into something real, something more tender or honest, Sato would shut it down with quick precision.
Which is exactly why you didn't try pressing for more of this dry conversation. Instead, you silently watched him tug a shirt over his head and then head over to the nightstand for his phone.
He's busy texting someone for a bit before he releases a huff and turns his head to see the way you've been quietly watching him, "Did you want me to run you a bath or—"
"No, no, I told you, I'm fine," You unintentionally cut off.
You weren't sure where the awkwardness had come from but it wasn't completely unwelcome since there was clearly something he wasn't telling you. You saw it in the way he pouted all grumpily just before looking at you.
Whatever was on his mind had to be eating him up on the inside.
Not that the frown pushed you to ask him anything else though. You ended up turning over and rolling off is bed a few minutes later to gather your things and leave, to which he'd peacefully helped you with.
Then Sato escorted you all the way out of his maze-like home and was "kind" enough to give you a kiss on the forehead before sending you off.
Little things like that always caught you off guard. Your heart would do that weird thing in your chest as you wondered if there was a possibility of experiencing more than just hook-ups with the man.
Though, reality is quick to slap you back to your senses when you see him with his arm around some other woman the next day while on your way to class.
You knew better than to get emotionally attached to Sato Gojo. Everyone did.
——
Some days later is when shit decides to hit the fan between you two.
It happens so randomly that you almost feel as though you dreamt the whole thing up. The day starting with him texting you to come over that night and somehow ending with you in thwarted tears.
In all the time you spent with Sato, there'd never been a moment where he was blatantly selfish. Something of which surprised you in the beginning of your relationship since he was known to be a fuckboy.
Yet, ending up in his bedroom for the nth time, as his thumb rubbed at your clit with unsteady, jerky motions, appearing otherwise annoyed about something—Sato had been selfish for the first time with you.
Foreplay was skipped entirely and you should've known something was up from that alone.
The most you got out of him prior to being stripped of your clothing was a messy kiss and a barely audible, "Need somethin' from you, baby," grunted into your mouth.
Then you were being carried all the way up to his bedroom, handled frustratedly down into the mattress, and soon fucked at a rate you weren't used to.
His thrusts were sloppy and needy, voice quiet since he didn't bother talking you through it or saying anything at all, and the only thing with a sense of normalcy to it was the way his thumb nudged over your clit as his cock dove in and out of you.
Midway through, you assumed he just had a bad day or something. Figured he wanted to take some of that stress out on you.
And that wasn't out of the ordinary for him, it's happened more often than not.
But as his thumb drew desperate circles around your twitching bud, Sato's cock twitched and he pulled out the moment you were about to cum. You were too dazed by his abrupt action that you nearly missed the way he stroked himself into finishing on your stomach and then scoffed. Bitterly.
Your eyes were glossed over since the taste of your own orgasm had been right there on the tip of your nerves, stripped away from you faster than you could blink.
Whatever had been bothering him about having sex with you was felt before it was understood.
He was already turning away by the time you pushed yourself to sit up, the sheets gliding down your arms as you watched him with wide, teary eyes. The room felt ten times quieter than it normally did. You saw how he crossed the room as if nothing had happened—as if this was just another unremarkable moment to be shrugged off.
"Sato," You say, his name tripping in your throat on the way out.
Only then did he pause, fingers curled around his drawer handle. Not sparing you a glance back, "What." he breathed out.
It was hardly even a response, more of a wall you'd audibly stumbled into. You'd never heard his voice so dull and flat with you.
Swallowing down whatever confusing emotions were building up in your throat, "Did I, um... did I do something wrong?"
Somehow that gets his attention. He glances back over his shoulder then, expression insipid and eyes casting over you all bored-like. "Don't start that," He said, irritation weaving into his voice, "You're overthinking shit already."
Your mouth opens to say something but it's like you'd been slapped in the face, leading your lips to seal shut for a second. His words were too heavy for you, coming off with weighted dismissiveness.
After a few beats, your words trail out slowly, "Sorry I'm a little confused, Sato. You asked me to come over for that..?"
He exhaled sharply, like the question itself had tired him, "What else do I ever call you over for?"
Something shrewd twisted in your chest, "Certainly not whatever the fuck that was just now."
Sato finally turned more fully and leaned back against his dresser, crossing his arms and letting his eyes meet yours firmly. "You sound upset."
"I feel used," You'd snapped back immediately.
His brow twitched, "'Cause I didn't make you cum?"
Again, the words came off blunt and careless.
Leading you to flinch internally, "I mean—yeah," You said as a humorless breath tiptoed out, "You normally do."
"Well, I didn't feel like it today. M'spent." He scoffed out.
It was almost as if that was supposed to be an explanation for everything.
You stared at him and felt the way your disbelief began to fade into something of anger, "You could've told me that."
"Would that have made you feel any better?" Every response came out of him like he'd rehearsed the entire conversation beforehand.
"We could've done something different," Your hands began to curl into the sheets a little, trying to steady yourself. "I could've-"
"I didn't want anything different." Sato cut off crisply.
You'd never been so utterly confused in your life. Everything was fine before this—for the most part—so what had come over him all of a sudden? Why was he acting like this?
The finality in his statement only made your stomach drop, your head shaking slowly in disbelief, "...So you wanted to use m-"
"No, sweetheart," The pet name sounds empty on his tongue, lacking its usual affection. "I wanted you to see how it feels to get into something thinking things are going to go like they always do, just to feel disappointed by the end."
The next sound that spreads throughout the room is your laughter as it exits you in incredulous fashion, "Sato, what the fuck are you talking about?"
He dragged a hand through the white tuffs of his hair, pacing only once before coming to a stop. "You..." Letting his words trail off, he released a long and stressed-out sigh, "Every woman I've been with has never had the problem you do."
That hits you square in the chest.
Head cocking back as you frown with immediate offense flaring over, "Excuse me? Are you... are you talking about squirting, Sato? You can't be serious."
"I am," He said without hesitation. "If it's just something you can't do, I'd rather you tell me than making me look like an idiot when we fuck."
"What?" Your eyes narrowed as your anger bled into something strictly hurt. "I... I'm sure I can. Maybe we're just doing something wro-"
"We?" Sato cuts you off instantly. Then his tone seemed firmer and you knew he didn't think things through when he said, "No, no, you've got shit backwards here. I can assure you I'm not doing anything wrong, that's all you."
Something inside you finally boiled over.
"All me?" You scoffed, pushing yourself out of the bed. The cold air wrapping itself around you felt like even more of a wake-up call than what he'd just said. "Oh, sorry for not being like all the other twenty girls you sleep with."
Grabbing your clothes with uncoordinated and janky movements after wiping away any lingering trace of what had happened, you subconsciously wished you could've erased the moment entirely from start to finish. Your hands trembled as you got dressed, seemingly more from the heated emotions waving through you than the embarrassment.
Sato stiffened upon hearing your words. For the first time—probably in his life—his confidence had cracked. "Shit—wait," He rushed out, trying to step towards you and stop you from leaving.
It was almost like he himself wasn't aware of how severely fucked up his actions and words were.
His hand reached out for your arm, "I-I didn't mean it like that, c'mon. I just—"
"Save it, asshole." You spat back at him, shoving his hand out the way and storming out his room before giving him a chance to say anything else.
He'd said more than enough to have your vision blurry and heart pounding in your chest as if pained.
The hallway was dim, your footsteps quickened to carry you as far away from him as possible, and your emotions buzzed all too loudly in your ears for you to think straight. You think you hear something clash against the wall back in Sato's room but you ignore it.
You're so wrapped up in your feelings that you're not even paying attention to where you're going. You only made it a few steps down the hall before you collided with something solid.
Someone solid.
Gasping as you stumble back, a pair of hands come up to steady you. "Ah, sorry," a voice hums out to you. The sound is soft as it reverberates throughout the hallway but your chest feels as though it's caving inwards since the guy in front of you sounded exactly like Sato.
There was a pitch of unfamiliarity in it, though. One that made you look up.
For a moment, you thought maybe you'd fallen off the bed earlier and that everything thus far had been some type of hallucination because surely Sato wasn't standing right in front of you right now.
...Except, with glasses? And a dorkier look in his eyes?
With the same snowy white hair, the same perfectly sharp jawline—that's somehow a tad softer—and the same dazzling blue eyes, he stared at you all longingly as if an angel had fallen right into his arms or something. The only difference between him and his brother being the black glasses sitting center on the bridge of his nose.
Despite the hallway's lack of lighting, you swear you see his cheeks flush with red as the moment of exchanged staring passes.
Prior to this, you'd only ever heard rumors of Sato having a twin brother but you never once imagined those would turn out to be true. The man's eyes widen slightly as he really looks at you, confusion flickering across his face whilst he takes in your flushed skin, the way your clothes are hanging off of you as though you'd rushed to put them all, and how your eyes are somberly glossed over.
"I-," You try to blink that wetness out of your gaze and then clear your throat. "Sorry, I wasn't watching where I was going."
"It's fine," He replies as he thoughtlessly continues to hold onto your arms. Then, uncertainly, "You're... Sato's, uh—"
"Sato's what?" You cut off harsher than you meant to.
There was no way he was about to refer to you as that asshole's girlfriend or anything like that, right?
His mouth visibly goes taut, realizing he was about to step into something fragile. Instead of responding, he just stands there awkwardly enough to piss you off even more.
Groaning, you push past him and continue storming down the hall. You didn't have time for whatever that was about to turn into.
Unbeknownst to you, he'd stood there and watched as you walked away—cursing himself out for letting his opportunity to talk to you pass him by like that. He'd known who you were for months prior to this. Out of all the women Sato brought over, you were the only one Toru took a genuine interest in.
It's unfortunate for him that Sato's a stingy asshole who doesn't care to introduce the two of you. Because of that, Toru had to go out of his way just to get glimpses of your personality.
He was always home when Sato brought you over, always in his room that's just one wall over while the two of you fucked—listening and secretly getting off to those gorgeous moans you let off. Toru knew it was perverted of him to do so, but he truly couldn't help himself.
Now here he is with sagging shoulders at the fact that he totally fucked up his first interaction with you.
He heard the whole argument between you and his brother and came out into the hallway hoping to come to your rescue or at least cheer you up, even if only for a second. Yet, all he managed to do was piss you off with his awkwardness and lack of confident social skills.
After a few minutes, Toru straightens up and settles his jaw in a way that says he'd made some type of silent decision. That wasn't going to be the last time he interacted with you—no matter how badly his brother fucked up—he knew you'd be back eventually.
As he turns back to his room, he promises to himself that next time he sees you, he won't hesitate or fumble things with you.
——
A few weeks pass before anything else noteworthy occurs.
In that time, things between you and Sato remain rocky, to say the utmost least. Conversations between the two of you were more careful, apologies came far slower than they should've, and some semblance of trust had been rebuilt in uneven steps.
Sometimes he was sweet and more attentive than he had been before that big argument, kinda like he was afraid it'd happen again. Other times he'd slip up and those old habits would seep through, any excuse he gave you dressed up charmingly enough for you to ultimately end up forgiving him again.
The fact that you both were trying had to be enough to count for something, otherwise the two of you were better off calling it quits months ago.
Somewhere in the middle of that relationship, Toru became familiar to you. You went out of your way to see him whenever you visited the Gojo estate, even if you were only there for Sato.
He was almost always cooped up in his room, drowning himself in his studies—textbooks stacked neatly on his desk, handwritten notes color-coded and meticulously organized.
It wasn't long before you realized he and his brother were complete opposites. Where Sato excelled in partying and socializing, Toru peaked in academics and hobbies that were far more niche.
You remember poking your head into his room one time to say hi and catching him lost in Digimon reruns with strategy guides pulled up on his nearby laptop. He was so engrossed in it that he hadn't even heard you saying something to him.
Situations like that are what got the two of you to be something close to friends.
Though, you still didn't know him any more than you knew Sato. You were still kept at an arm's length from either of their personalities beyond what was noticeable. Sato made sure of that where both he and his twin were concerned.
While he did soften up with you, he still wasn't interested in keeping you that close—not close enough to know him. And he damn sure wouldn't let you go off and try to find that in Toru.
Anytime you and the nerdier Gojo sibling were alone, Sato was intruding minutes later. Always interrupting.
Even when you ran into Toru on campus.
One time when you found him outside the library, standing near a vending machine and ran up to talk to him, Sato seemed to spawn out of thin air with his arm around you is if to silently tell his brother to fuck off.
You weren't sure what had gotten into him as far as that was concerned. He didn't care when you talked to anyone else.
This was but another unfortunate thing for you since you were quite fond of Toru. He remembered little things about you; your major, your favorite cafe, and even your preferred place to sit in lecture halls.
If you asked Sato questions about any of those things, he'd probably shrug and ask you why any of it matters in the first place.
But you bet that dick for brains could tell you which position makes you cum the fastest...
It's regrettably because of that as to why you're currently standing at the large front doors to his home, having rung the bell only a few seconds ago due to an earlier text requesting you come over.
In said text, Sato promised that he only wanted to talk to you and you chose to believe him.
Just for Toru to swing the door open with a surprised look on his face.
"Oh, hey." He began, pushing his glasses further up on his face so that he could get a proper look at you. "If you're looking for Sato, he's not here. I actually think he's been gone for the past three hours or so."
Disappointment settles into you and you roll your eyes, already annoyed. "Of course he has," You sigh.
Toru offers you a half-comforting grin before stepping back a bit and opening the door wider for you, "He'll probably be back soon though, if you wanna come in?"
You debated leaving but the prospect of being able to spend some alone time with Toru is what swayed you into staying.
Which is how you ended up in their living room.
The rest of the house was quieter than Sato ever allowed it to be. There was no music blaring, none of his restless pacing or constant yammering about fuck knows what. The only thing heard was the low hum of the TV ahead of you and Toru.
He'd put on a movie a few minutes ago and although you'd agreed to watch it with him, you kept glancing towards the front door hoping to see Sato walk in any moment now.
It never happens.
Sitting on the opposite ends of the couch, you and Toru are steady to find comfort in one another's presence. You eventually let yourself focus on what he'd put on, snorting whenever he laughed at the unfunniest bits of it and finding yourself mused by the easiness of it all.
You noticed how Toru also tried to sneak his eyes onto you here and there, lacking that smoothness his slightly older brother had and always catching your attention when he did it.
The two of you even shared those warm moments where you'd catch him staring and then whisper, "What, is something on my face?"
To which he'd swallow thickly and shake his head, "No, not at all. Sorry..."
His shyness is probably what drew you in the most about him. You loved how often he avoided eye contact with you, how gentle his voice always came out, and the way he'd begin to adjust himself against the couch due to the smallest of things.
The night was going well enough for you to forget all about—
Your phone rang and Sato's name was lighting up your screen.
At the sight, your shoulders went tense and you were unsure if you should answer it or not. Toru looked over at you but he didn't say anything.
The movie continued to play ahead as you picked up the phone and quietly spoke to Sato, "What?"
Whatever was said to you on the other end made your jaw clench—something of which Toru noted instantly. He didn't mean to be nosy but it was hard not to when minutes passed and you were clearly getting frustrated about your conversation.
"You sound drunk," You're heard muttering, making Toru's ears perk up and then strain to hear more.
Sato is just barely heard grumbling in response, "M'not drunk, baby."
Your shoulders slump, "Did you even mean to text me?"
There's a long pause. Toru tenses up and Sato's heard burping.
"I texted you?" The man on the phone asks, making your entire mood sink. "Hahhh, fuck. I don' remember doing that.. What uh, what'd I say?"
"You said you needed to talk." You reply rigidly.
He nods even though you can't see him, "Ah... I mean, I do need to talk to you but," Pausing to grumble, "Don't see why I didn't jus' call.. Anyway, s-so yesterday I was with this girl 'n she said m'not doin' anything wrong."
His early attempt at trying to convince you he wasn't drunk fell flat in that instant. You stare into space for a moment, "What?"
"Remember how we got into it about your squirting problem?" Sato blurts out in response.
You could feel yourself getting irritated with him all over again. You hated the way he said that like it was truly an issue on your end alone, even though the two of you have talked about it after the argument.
"My squirting problem? You mean the fact that you can't get me there?" You snapped back, matching his energy for just a second and unintentionally gaining the dull attention of his nosy brother.
At this point, you don't think you cared whether or not he overheard.
"No, no, I cannnn..." Sato drags out drunkenly. Then you hear this giggle in the background before he adds, "This girl told me it really is you 'n not me. Because like-"
You hang up the phone before he can continue.
The last thing you wanted to do was entertain whatever the fuck he was about to tell you for any longer than you had to. Your phone falls down into your lap and you feel it buzzing a few seconds later but you only swipe it back up to silence it entirely.
After which, the room falls into a thick quietness that swallows up both you and Toru. Even the movie playing ahead had switched to a soundless scene that only added to the shift in moods.
A few minutes of this stillness pass before you feel the weight on the other side of the couch shifting. Your eyes flick over and you see him readjusting himself in his seat.
You don't question it nor say anything but his sudden movements do manage to pull you out of your funk for a second. Ignoring it, you pick your phone back up to see that Sato had texted you a bunch of gibberish—the only sensible message you can make out being one of him begging you to text or call back.
As soon as you start typing, his twin decides to clear his throat again.
“I mean, it can’t be that hard.” Toru says all timidly, his words catching enough to snag your attention away from your phone.
Your thumb goes idle against the screen and you look up at him to see his cheeks colored over with bright red. He was looking off to his left and you could tell by the rapid rise and fall of his chest that his breathing had gone off-track.
Clearly, he hadn’t meant to say that out loud.
You chuckle as if intrigued by his words, humming, “Your brother said the same thing."
Toru scoffs and then speaks without thinking again, “He doesn’t care enough.”
Cocking a brow, “Doesn’t care enough to make me squirt?” You ask.
The sound of the man’s breath hitching was clearer than the dense tension between you both. “Obviously not,” Toru continues, lifting two slim fingers up to the center of his glasses to adjust them against his nose. “If he did, he would’ve made sure you… uh, did that.”
Never would you have expected to have this kind of conversation with the same man who can barely look you in the eye. But it was clear something had changed. Even in his body language, you saw how he'd sat up a bit straighter against the couch and let his legs sprawl out wider—almost invitingly so.
He was still avoiding your gaze but the sturdiness in his voice is what intrigued you the most.
“Did what, Toru? Say it,” You pressed, putting your phone down and turning on the couch to face him fully.
You watched as his Adam’s apple bobbed in his throat with the way he gulped thickly. “He would’ve uhm..." Toru pauses to take a deep breath—mentally reminding himself that he swore not to embarrass himself in front of you again—and then clears his throat one more time, "He would've made sure you squirted.”
Too shy to look at you just yet, he misses how the look in your eyes changes entirely. It was like seeing him in a new light.
Not that you hadn't thought about it before. He does look exactly like Sato and there's been a few times where you've wondered what it'd be like to be the cause of his glasses going crooked 'n foggy.
Biting back a smile, “Well, he makes me cum a lot.” You explain to him casually. Certainly Toru wouldn't have started talking to you about this if he didn't at least have some advice for you, “Like, back to back.”
He nods, nimble fingers fidgeting over one another in his lap, “Then, he just doesn’t know what he’s doing.”
You bat your lashes at him all cluelessly, “But—“
“As I said the first time,” Toru looks at you all of a sudden, his eyes mildly terrified behind his frames despite the attempt of confidence spreading over his face. There was a devilishly sexy blend of sureness and hesitancy plastered all over his features, “It can’t be that hard.”
The direct eye contact and few inches of space between where you two were sitting made everything feel hot all of a sudden. Blush melts itself into his skin again and it was clear that this initiated flirting of his was a first time thing.
You knew Toru found you intimidating and that subconsciously accepted fact only made you want to see more. More of your affect on him.
Sliding closer to him on the couch, your voice slyly dips into something more taunting, “You sound like you wanna try.”
Watching the way his jaw flexes, teeth tightly gritted within his mouth, and throat struggling to conceal the high-pitched sound that threatened to jump out of him—your affect on the man was as clear as day.
Somehow, Toru manages to maintain his confident facade, “Would you let me if I did?”
“Do you?” You ask quicker than he expects you to.
His head felt like it was spinning already. Is this what it's like to do drugs? Does his brother get to experience this all the time?
Toru gulps again, “Do I.. what?”
Now he was playing dumb on purpose, as if he wasn't the one who commenced this whole thing with his earlier statement.
Which makes you giggle, “You’re the smartest guy I know, Toru." Your compliment makes his heart skip a few beats. Then your head tilts and your tone softens, "Don’t start acting dumb just to appeal to me.”
He bats those pretty white lashes at you with his eyes all doe-like on you for a moment before he looks down, “I just… I wanted to hear you say it.”
You stand up from the couch all of a sudden and he freezes up. Then you walk over and stand right in between his legs, moving a hand to his chin and forcing his head up. “Do you wanna try making me squirt?”
Toru shakes his head and your brows furrow. His face nuzzles into your hand, forcing it to spread open as his cheek presses into your palm, “It’s not something to be tried, it’s just something I can do for you.” He explains.
Your thumb brushes against his cheek and his glasses slip down his nose a bit. Smiling, “Someone's confident.”
He merely whispers, “‘Can’t be that hard.”
——
Ten minutes later and you're wondering why he wasn't the first Gojo twin you met.
Loong fingers stretching your pussy out crudely, hot tongue attacking your clit like he wanted to lick you into numbness, and eyes still doe-like as they remain glued up on your face—Toru was nothing like his slightly older brother.
No, no, he aimed not only to please but to learn how you like to be pleased.
Whereas Sato would just sleep with you the same way he did with anyone else—beyond confident in his own abilities to bring a woman pleasure—Toru was the kinda man who took his time to work you up specifically.
“Taste s’good,” He praised in a tone deeper than you knew to be capable from him. You were laying across the couch now and he was stuffed neatly in between your legs. Whining, “More,” as he tugged at your thighs, his jaw going slack, and his mouth smearing against your cunt. “Gimme’ more—mmpfh. Please?"
You weren't sure what more he could be referring to when his fingertips were already twirling something sinful against your g-spot. You had a hand buried into his hair, your other behind you as you held onto the couch to steady yourself with the way he feasted on you as if your pussy was the best thing to wet up his tongue.
“Ah, T-Toru, fuck!” You cried out, unconsciously pulling away from him when his fingers focused in deep against that soppy spot—addicted to the way your slick gushed out around his hand and left a sweet mess against the couch.
His fingers leave your insides for only a second and a half before he's shoving them into his mouth to suck the taste off. Toru's eyes rolled back for a moment before he let both of his hands redirect to your inner thighs and then spread you out wider just so nothing was obstructing your view of the way he sloppily kissed your cunt.
Small strings of aroused filth would hang in between his mouth and your puffy pussylips, all of which would get licked off by his eager tongue before he dove back in for more.
Before you'd let him make his way down there, you recall the way he oh-so-awkwardly kissed you. He hardly had a clue what to do with his tongue when it was against yours but now that he was in between your legs, he became an entirely different person.
Suckling the dewy tastes into his mouth and guzzling it down his throat just to let it linger, Toru was nothing short of desperate to make you feel good. So much so that his brain practically turns off as he moves his hands to grip your hips and then lifts the lower half of your body up against his face.
His mouth nuzzled harder against you and you felt the wiggling tip of his tongue slap against your clenching walls. He softly humped the couch as he ate you out, letting the sounds of your moans coax him into giving you everything he could.
Toru only pulled away from your cunt when his glasses fogged up too much for him to see your face. And before you could offer to wipe them off or anything, you met his gaze with the way his head angled for you to do so.
His voice deep and aching, “Sit on my face,” He requested before whining again. “Pleasepleaseplease,” the man panted almost puppy-like and then seared his next words right into your clit with the edge of his tongue, “Need it s’bad.”
You don't think you had it anywhere in you to deny him when he was asking so nicely like that.
But by the time the two of you had flipped over and you were left hovering over his pleasantly flushed face—his shaky hands tight against your hips—you were a little too nervous to sit down.
Toru had caught his breath by now but nothing about his starved appetite had changed. Those previously soft blue eyes of his seemed to pierce straight through you in a way that Sato's sometimes would. You know they're twins and all but fuck, it was nerve-wracking to experience that hungry look from the alleged "shy" twin.
“Ride it," Toru husked out all of a sudden, giving your body the faintest pull.
Your eyes went all wide, “…Your mouth?”
Instead of clarifying things or being patient with you, he snatches your frame down with a strength you didn't know he possessed. Moaning before your core even reaches his lips again, “Want you to feed your pussy to me.”
Then he was practically suctioned to you again, eyes rolling back far enough for the whites to be visible beneath the foggy frames of his glasses.
“Ohfuck,” You cry out, the upper half of your body slumping forward a bit as your thighs squeeze around his head.
You felt the way Toru smiled at the feeling, almost like he was exactly where he'd wanted to be. His tongue skated up into you with a vigor you'd never felt before.
The man ate pussy like he wanted the results of your release plastered all over those pretty glasses of his, leaving him with sogged vision and a numbed tongue. It was yet another thing that made him so much different than his brother because although that man had stamina like no other and knew how to use his cock, he never once ate you out.
Meanwhile Toru couldn’t seem to get enough.
He even left a needy smack to your ass, encouraging you to do as he initially asked of you and ride his face. It wasn’t until his tongue was constantly plunging past your glissading folds that you unconsciously rolled your hips forward and earned a whimper from him in response.
Then the hands on your hips began to tug at you again, not even begging you for more but demanding it now.
You could no longer focus on the way he looked with splashes of your slick spread out on his glasses in nasty droplets since the tip of his nose had bumped up against your clit, and his jaw went slack just to adhere to your drooling nerves.
The sensation made your entire body flinch, but he wouldn’t let you pull up. For the nth time, you were stunned by Toru’s strength.
His tongue was thick and gathering against your pussy, not letting a singular drop of your taste escape his mouth until something light ghosted out of you.
“S-Something feels-, nngh,” Your struggles were just the cutest thing. “Different.” You tried to warn him.
His head tilted slightly and you felt his lips curve against you again as he smiled knowingly. Plucking his mouth away from you for the first time in forever with a wet pop!, Toru let his warm breath pat your quivering hole as he whispered, “It’s supposed to feel different, sweet girl. That’s what happens when you come to the right twin.”
Cocky. You never knew Toru had that in him—must be a trait that runs into family.
Except, it’s not like he was wrong. Once he lathered his tongue back in and sucked on your cunt like it was the only thing keeping him sane, you felt that coiling burn building up inside you. You knew you were gonna squirt despite never experiencing it before.
But it felt like too much, made you feel dirty as you neared that shattering edge. So much so that you tried so hard to snatch yourself away from Toru, whining excessively only for each sound to fall on completely deaf ears.
Your legs had clamped around his head so tight that he was getting lightheaded from his lack of oxygen—not that he cared. He had one singular goal and nothing was gonna stop him from reaching it.
It wasn’t long before it happened as his complimenting moans turned into graveling groans. The sounds vibrated against your pussy and you were tongue-fucked right into something blissful. Bleary white streaks coated your vision and you think you would’ve fallen over if not for the mean grasp he had on you.
Toru had done it, he managed to make you squirt.
By the time your brain feels like it’s functioning enough to hold a conversation, you let your vision come back to you and look down to see his soaked face.
His eyes are dazed whilst they peer up at you, appreciation swirling through his pupils. Those same glasses you’ve managed to squirt over are now crooked and you wonder if that’s from the way you unconsciously started rutting your hips forward just a few minutes ago.
Toru didn’t do anything but pant heavily—his breath stuttering here and there due to how long he went without breathing properly. When he finds the energy to send you another boyish grin, you feel a wave of embarrassment flutter over.
“Shit,” You huff, slowly moving from over his face and then grabbing his glasses.
With his face revealed, you saw how unfairly pretty he was with content written into his skin.
Then he chuckles softly, “You don’t have t’clean those.” Toru tells you, tone mumbled.
You were trying to wipe his glasses off with your shirt but he’d moved his hand to your wrist to stop you.
“I like the mess,” he added.
After which you’re stuck staring at him while he takes the wet glasses out of your hand and puts them back on his face. Surely there’s some hygienic concerns to take into consideration here but he’s not at all worrying about that right now.
Not with the painfully hard cock he’s got twitching in between his legs.
He wasn’t gonna tell you out of fear you’d assume he was some kinda loser (he is) but, not only did he cum half-way through eating you out, he also got hard again when that messy stream came pouring out of you.
Toru’s never made a woman squirt before but he did study enough videos to—clearly—figure out how it’s done. He didn’t think it would work so easily with you since all he had to use was his tongue but considering the way you just-
“Can you do that again?” Your voice hits his ears all of a sudden and his eyes widen.
“W-What?” Toru chokes, “You uh, you want me to make you squirt again?”
You nod and then move to sit back a little, not exactly in his lap but still close enough for your body heat to mingle. Your finger trails down the center of his torso slowly as you speak, “It felt really good. I wanna do it again,” You requested almost innocently. “But, on your cock this time.”
He doesn’t know how he managed not to cum at the sound of that.
Toru knew you were bold, he knew you could be a bit of a ditz at time, but fuck—did you have any idea of the things you were asking for sometimes?
Mustering up that faux confidence from before, he leans up and hums. “Alright, yeah… I can do that.” He thinks. Not that he’ll admit his lack of assuredness to you though. His hands simply move against your body and you hardly realize what’s going on until he’s swooped you up in his arms. “But not here.”
You blink dumbfoundedly, “Why not?”
“I have a better idea.”
——
When he said that, you didn’t think the better idea in question would be having sex in his brother’s room.
You recognized the path there as Toru carried you, felt the familiarity when he laid you down on the bed, and smelled the same scent of Sato lingering around even as Toru tried to distract you with kisses.
It seemed to be surprise after surprise with this man.
“I think after all the times I’ve had to hear the two of you fuck,” Toru’s hands were running down your body—his touch smoother than his brother’s ever were. “It’s only fair that I make you squirt in the same place he never could, right?”
Too many thoughts of sin swirled in your head for you to answer that properly so all you did was nod your head again. Which was yet another thing he found cute.
It’s no wonder Sato kept you to himself all this time.
That realization becomes even clearer by the time Toru’s got his cock freed from his clothing, his pinkish tip dribbling precum down onto your cunt while he gapes at the sight.
With his clothes all gone, you realized that he’d been hiding a ripped body under all those baggy, nerdy-branded tees he wore. His muscles would flex without him even trying and he didn’t even notice how badly you were drooling over him until he stopped looking at your weeping hole and remembered to redirect his gaze up.
Seeing how you’re staring at his abs like you wanted to take a bite out of him, he leaned all the way up and allowed himself to be on full display for you. His cock bobbed with its hardness due to the way you admired him.
He was only reminded again that his brother got this time and time again and was too selfish to share.
What an asshole.
Toru scoffed and let his head cock to the left, peaking down at his length still hanging over your lower abdomen. “Hm,” His hand moved and he began to measure himself in comparison to how deep inside you he’d be within the next few minutes—hand stopping only a few inches short of your belly button. “Does he reach this far?”
You flinched out of your gawking thoughts and moved your attention to where his hand was, gasping at the debauched sight in between your legs.
Truth be told, the fact that they were twins clearly applied to every inch of their bodies. But if you looked hard enough, you could notice that Sato’s is a bit longer while Toru’s has that veining thickness.
To avoid making the man jealous, you shrug and make eye contact with him again, “Put it in and find out.”
Toru laughs dryly and you throb. Something had changed from before. His shyness seemed like it hid itself away considering there was nothing shy about how he wrapped his hand around his cock and then let it slap slap slap! against your swollen folds.
Your body twitched at each slap but what caught his attention most is how your cunt salivated with each one.
“Huh. I think I figured it out,” Toru breathed, his glasses slipping a bit.
Then he guides his dick up to swab around your clit for a couple seconds just to see the way your hips instantly squirm up for more. The smile that drags out across his face is chillingly close to the one Sato wears while he fucks you.
“There it is,” Toru whispers, hauling his cock down and letting his plump tip poke against your hole to feel you clench, and then slide back. “That’s what you like. You like being teased.”
You were so needy that you felt your slick wetly sliding down your skin to pool beneath you, “N-No, I just—“
“Shhh, focus on how this feels, pretty girl.” He instructs. All the shakiness you normally heard in his speech was gone and replaced with something sinfully commanding—yearning only to teach you true pleasure. “See how my cock keeps slipping out? Mmgh,” He repeated his action from before and your hips bucked for more this time, making him huff. “Don’t you want it inside you sooo badly?”
Your hand reached down for him, trying your damndest to angle him into you, “I do. Toru please,” You pleaded delightfully.
His naturally submissive nature leads him to slip an inch in but the dewy warmth of your pussy makes him let out a stuttered gasp. Then he lets his cock slop right out of you with another ringing sound of filth spurring out into the air. His deft cockhead thwacks at your quivering hole again and your eyes roll back.
"Say that again." Toru grunts, slapping your parted folds with his cock again to emphasize his words, "Beg me for it."
Your back arches up off the bed this time and you’ve got the prettiest look of desperation on your face, "Mnh, please?"
Fuck. He was not strong enough to drag this out any longer.
Nor was he reader for how welcoming your cunt is for him. Swallowing him in inch by stretching inch, Toru’s left with a slacked jaw as he finally slides into you. Choking on his own breath, “O-Ohh… Oh fuck.” he pants, “You’re so wet. F-Fuck, were you always this wet? Shit..”
You let off a pleasant string of moans that make his cock twitch wildly inside you before he even makes it halfway in.
Managing a short breath, you smile up at him, “Didn’t know you could curse s’much, Toru.”
He knew right then and there he was fucked.
“G-Gonna cum,” He whimpers as he drops his face down into your neck. The singular utterance of his name is what did it for him.
You thought he was just being dramatic but when you feel velvety ropes of creamy cum flooding into you followed by his throaty grunts against the crook of your neck, you realize he was being everything but.
The man could barely move his hips and all he had to offer you was thick loads in sporadic spurts and whiny groans.
By the time you feel his cum escaping where the two of you are still connected, you’re slow to snort, “…Toru?”
“Shit,” He gasps immediately, “Shitshitshit, I’m sorry. I’m so sorry. I-I didn’t mean to cum,” His head flies up, white hairs sticking to his forehead from sweat and eyes all wide and apologetic on yours, “I just-, you felt so good. I couldn’t-, fuck. I’m—“
“It’s okay,” You giggle, moving your hands to cup his face, “Just keep goin’.”
“But-,” His eyes travel back and forth between your own as he continues to stare. It takes Toru a long moment to realize he’s… still hard.
With a breathless oh tumbling out of his kiss-bitten lips, he rolls his hips forward and pushes his cum deeper into you as a creamy squelch rings out. “O-Ohh, fuck. That sounds s’nasty...” He murmurs, arousal decorating his expression from the sound.
“Mhm,” You whir, tugging him down to kiss you.
If Sato had good stamina then, as twins, Toru should too, right?
A very intimate mess of his hips rocking down into you carries on with your lips sliding over one another. Unlike his older sibling who typically fucked like his every thrust guaranteed pleasure (it did), Toru moved inside you in the same way his mouth moved over yours—awkward but careful.
The streeeetch from his cock definitely made up for his lack of hurried strokes since his steady pace forced you to feel every prodding inch.
He may not have lasted long inside you without cumming but he was able to bring you to an orgasm of your own, whispering things into your mouth about how perfect you were—how his brother never deserved any of this.
It made your heart feel heavy and your cunt sloppily sang around his cock up until the sound of something dropping made you both gasp.
“What the fuck.” Sato’s voice was heard seething, having dropped the bag he had hanging off of his shoulder.
When Toru pulls away from you and glances back, you manage to move your head enough to catch a glimpse of how Sato stuck was staring at the way his twin steadily fucking you to gentle tears.
“S-Sato,” You sputtered out, suddenly feeling Toru’s hand move to press down your lower abdomen—tightening the pressure around his cock and making him feel impossibly bigger inside you. “Ohmygod-,” Both men heard the way you choked, “M’gonna cum.”
Only to be interrupted by Toru scoffing, "Not yet. Someone has to teach this guy how to make you squirt, right?"
“No one has to teach me shit,” Sato argued as he fully entered his bedroom.
What a sight—his own brother fucking his favorite girl. Sato never thought he’d see the day, honestly.
Hell, he didn’t even know what to say. The sight of you two wasn’t the worst thing in the world. Toru had his face so it was like seeing himself fuck you. But, y’know, with glasses…
“Clearly someone does,” Toru’s delayed response came after he’d tugged his cock out of you, watching his cum sap out and soil his brother’s bedsheets. “Especially if I was able to do it.”
Rolling his eyes, “Bullshit.” Sato spat without letting his brother’s words register properly. When they finally do, an appalled expression colors over him, “Wait, what? No way, show me.”
Toru moves a hand to scratch the back of his neck, looking off to the side dorkishly, “Uh, we didn’t record it or anything–”
“No, I mean do it again, four eyes.” His older brother clarifies rudely.
You sit up at that. Glancing back and forth between the two for a moment and then settling your eyes onto Sato, “What?”
“I don’t believe him,” Sato huffs as comes to sit on the edge of his bed. Throwing his eyes onto you, “So, if he really made you squirt then surely he has no issue doing it again.”
You blink. “You want him to do that in front of you?”
“I want to see you squirt, period,” He admits, “I don’t care who gets it outta’ you at this point.”
You and Toru then exchange glances before looking at him.
“Well?” Sato scoffs. “If you’re gonna go out of your way to fuck in my bed, don’t stop now that I’m here. Put on a fuckin’ show for me.”
Ever so demanding he was…
——
Not that you or Toru seemed to care.
The next position you end up in is rather… precarious, to say the least.
You thought you were left stretched before but that feeling was utterly pale in comparison to what you felt now. Toru had you bouncing up and down his heavy cock, letting it talk you through every pummeling thrust by leaving sweltering smooches against the deepest crevices of your cunt.
Your maw was left to dangle open and you looked like a true slut in the eyes of the Gojo twins. As one fucked you beyond dumb, the other was sat in front of you with his hands wrapped around his shaft, his palm running up and down that wildly long cock of his as sticky precum glistened out from his tip.
Drool and spit trickled all down your jaw and fell onto the floor below and you couldn’t move in any way to escape Toru’s desperate thrusts.
The sound of sweaty skin slacking and clashing against one another echoed through Sato’s large bedroom whilst he watched and got off to the sight.
Your arms and legs were locked firmly in Toru’s grip and he was just using your pussy to satisfy that swollen ache he’d been dealing with for fuck knows how long now.
The remnants of his cum sobbed downwards and left a messy ring around his base, the pearly color nearly mocking the white happy trail of hair he had.
"Tighter-, hahh.. squeeze around me tighter, please." Toru muttered into your ear, having found himself pussydrunk and slopped. The walls of your pussy narrowed around him and his hips snapped up a little faster, "Good girl, just like that. F-Fuuck... you're gonna make me c-cum." Toru whimpered.
A singular gasp of, "Inside.” from your horribly sore throat makes both him and his brother groan.
"Again? Shiit," Toru sent a bragging smile ahead before bucking his hips up into you faster as if to prove a point. Still talking into your ear, "Y'want me to breed you in front of Sato? Damn, you're sluttier than I thought you'd be."
You feel his weighty balls pounding up against your skin as his cock bullied in deeper, your pussy stretched into the prettiest shape and molded perfectly around him.
Sato couldn’t take his eyes off the errotic sight and his hand moved faster, his own hips thrusting up as he reminisced on that feeling of positioning into you. The man swears he could feel you wrapped around him just from watching his brother handle you.
It was so different to see things from this perspective but fuck was it sexy. Your tits bounced as Toru dragged you up up upp and then let his hips meet you halfway with a needy thrust as he let your body come back down.
"Mmngh, Toru!" You moaned softly.
To which his teeth nipped at your ear, "It's so cute when you say my name like that," He huffs, "Do you like me that much? Hm? Like the way Toru treats this pussy?"
You weakly moved your head in agreement, tears running down your cheeks, "Uhuhh… f-fuuuck, Toru. M’cummin.”
His movements grew faster then, ruder. The plump crown of his cock mashed into that sweet spot of yours over and over and over as if to make the spot his new home—imprint himself there permanently.
Breathing all heavy against you, “S’okay, let it out, sweetheart. Show him what he should be making you do, yeah?”
Sato cums a split second before it actually happens, based on the fact that it was about to happen. Thank god you were too drunk to see it because he’s watching with teary eyes as you squirt all over Toru—his dick slipping out of you because of it and the mess spraying ahead filthily.
Your pussy quivers from the release and you’re whining all through it, the cooing sound of Toru whispering you through your high prominence in your ear. You could barely think, barely breathe because of the intensity of it all.
When you calm down from it, Toru’s still got you in his arms and all you’re left to focus on is Sato’s pouty face as he continues to stroke himself.
“Well, fuck. Look at you,” He spoke hoarsely the moment he noticed your attention on him, his head resting back against his headboard, “Just a whore for some Gojo cock, huh?”
Your head barely bobs in response—far too dazed to answer that with a properly functioning brain.
Sato’s hand squeezes around his tip and his brows furrow, “Yeahhh? Y’liked watching me jerk off like some pathetic loser while I let my brother fuck you?” He hardly waited for another answer out of you before nodding his chin, “Bet you do. Look at that pussy, so fuckin’ wet from this.”
Toru’s easing you down on the bed in between the both of them, puffing, “Unfair of you to keep her all to yourself, Sato.”
Keeping things simple, “I’m willing to share now.”
…
Things should have ended there. Seriously.
But, allas, the hold these two have over you appeared to be much stronger than you thought.
“Wrap those lips around me, baby.” Sato had requested, watching your shaky limbs move in between his legs.
Toru was somewhere behind you, diving his face back into your cunt to… clean the mess he left in there, apparently.
Out of both of them, Toru was definitely the more perverted one—currently eating his own cum out of your cunt after giving you some bullshit excuse about wanting to keep you clean.
All he wanted was to stick his tongue inside you again. You weren’t that dumb.
While you gathered Sato’s cock into your palm and let your lips press into his tip, he hissed as his face twisted up due to sensitivity. Easing a hand onto your head, “Atta girl. Choke on this dick while he cleans you up. Wanna see every inch down that throat.”
His words never failed to leave your cunt soused, a physical reaction of which met Toru’s compliant tongue.
Sato’s bed was a mess of all sorts of fluids—overly due for a washing after all that had taken place thus far. His cock was somewhere in the back of your throat and he felt your moans tremble against him whenever Toru slurped against you just right.
The three of you were lazy with everything by now and the only thing that made the Gojo siblings perk up was when you ended up gifting Toru’s mouth with another raining mess.
Oh, Sato was in awe at the sight all over again. So much so that it’s what caused his next orgasm. He was so dazed by your squirting that he didn’t even bother to ask you to swallow what he’d just unconsciously thrusted into your throat.
Normally that’s his favorite part; watching or asking you to swallow his seed. Yet, he’d missed all of that because seeing his brother’s face smothered in your wetness left him shocked.
“Ohhh, shit. That was more than the first time.” Toru said as he finally pulled himself from in between your legs.
Sato’s ears twitch and he cocks a brow. Daze broke completely, “First time?” he asked. It was clear he still didn’t believe that his geeky, clumsy, and overall awkward sibling made that happen before he walked in.
Toru looks at his brother, “Yeah… More than the first time she squirted.”
Sato stares. “You… You made her squirt before I got here?” Disbelief was evident in his tone.
He chuckles, “You asked me that like it’s hard or something, of course I did.”
You pull yourself up from Sato’s softening cock just in time and give the two slow blinks while transferring your gaze back and forth. Sleepiness wasn’t slow to overcome you.
Sato met your eyes with his pointed ones and puffed all brat-like, “Soooo… you’re gonna do that for only me next time, right?”
There’s not a singular thought inside your head as you blatantly ignore him. Then, you turn over and plop onto the bed to lay down—back facing the two of them.
“Hello?” Sato taps your shoulder and then jokingly adds a comedic, “Chat, am I muted…?”
Toru snorts with a shake of his head, getting out the bed to start cleaning up the mess you three collectively made within the past few hours.
Then, you’re wondering if the roles had reversed for a second when he grumbles, “Fuckin’ loser…”
Your uncle's a bit of a deadbeat. Or well, no, not just a bit—he’s a complete deadbeat.
His last job was as a mechanic, but after scamming one too many customers into buying shit they didn’t need and purposefully ruining things so that they’d have to come back the next day, his shop had finally gone bankrupt.
Which is good, you know, for the betterment of society and all. What’s not so good about it is that, without any money coming in to pay the bills, and your parents being a hopeless pair of bleeding hearts, your uncle is now staying at your house.
For an indefinite period of time.
He’s a scruffy guy. Not really old per se, but older than you by nearly double. He spends most of his day lounging on the couch where his tough mechanic build is going more and more to waste, watching sports with a six-pack of beers.
Your parents won’t say anything. No, they just give you that ‘be a good girl’ smile while telling you to go pick up the empty cans he leaves behind.
You hate it. You want to throw a fit each and every day, but it can’t be helped. He’s always been the type of guy everyone makes excuses for. Your uncle’s girlfriend left him—won’t you take his mind off it? Your uncle lost his job—won’t you be more considerate? Your uncle was kicked out of his flat—won’t you make him feel at home? Your uncle is having a tough time—won’t you cheer him up?
Yeah, he’s always having a tough time, isn’t he… poor uncle, he just can’t ever catch a break, can he? What a fucking joke.
You could handle him over dinner on the odd holiday he would bother showing up for. But this full-time living arrangement is going to be the death of you. Not in the basement, not in the loft, not even in the perfectly suitable garage. No, in the room right next to yours.
The walls are so thin you can hear every moan and squeal the girls in his pornos make. What's worse, you can hear his grunting and the awful wet squelches of his hand when he faps his cock until three in the morning.
It’s beyond fucked up and gross.
You don't know how you're going to find the will to survive being alone with him for the week.
Your parents are going on a holiday to celebrate their anniversary, and have left you instructions to do the laundry and make dinner for the two of you while they’re gone.
You almost screamed once they told you, but they’d made it very clear that it's time you started pulling your own weight now that you're an adult. You had half the mind wanting to ask them why that didn’t apply to your lousy, no-good uncle—but you knew they’d only scold you for kicking the man while he’s down.
And so, since you’re not able to refuse, you stick to doing the bare minimum instead—with a vengeance. Throwing all his shit in the wash at sixty degrees, you don’t bother checking the tags, nor sorting the colors, stuffing it all in the dryer once done. All his shirts and boxers passed a decade worth of birthdays long ago, all faded and pilled from wear, so you doubt you’re dealing any worthy damage. But still, you skimp on the fabric softener, and salty as you are, you really hope it makes him chafe.
For dinner, you keep it just as simple—pasta, meatballs, sauce. You don’t make the table or grab him a bowl, you just shout out “Dinner!” while readying one for yourself.
Wanting to avoid any comments about you being a mediocre housewife, you’re already well on your way to eating alone in your room when he calls you back.
“It’s a Friday, innit? Why don’t you grab a beer with me, huh?”
Surpised at the offer, you stop midway, finding yourself mulling over the options, considering it to some degree, though not fully convinced, more so trying to think up an excuse.
Though in the end, he doesn’t really leave you much of a choice.
“Come on, kid, quit being a moody teen, and come watch somethin’ with your ol' uncle.”
He gestures to the coach and not the dinner table, suggesting you watch a movie instead of having a conversation. Joined by beer, you tell yourself it's not the worst compromise.
Besides, the whole ‘moody teen’ comment really works like kryptonite, making you turn in your tracks and trod back over, getting comfy in the opposite side of the couch while he slings a beer across the tabletop—stopping perfectly in front of you like he’d done so a hundred times before. And coming to think of it, he most likely has—probably even more than that as well.
Your dinner soon vanishes, but the movie’s not even halfway done. And, of course, while it plays, one beer turns into six… then more, and without even realizing it, you’ve long since passed your limit. Lying sluggish on the couch—eyes droopy—more than half-asleep when the movie comes to an end you haven’t been able to pay any attention to.
Your uncle, too, hadn't been paying attention for a while. Too busy getting his grubby hands on the pretty little pussy hidden away in your short shorts, the very minute he’d seen your eighth beer go down, along with the last pill he’d deemed necessary for you not to remember a single thing he planned on doing.
“What a sweet little cunt you got,” he praises in your ear despite you being out cold on his lap, stuffed with his cock all the way down to the hilt, getting your cervix kneaded and clit rubbed—where, even in your sleep, it gives him the reaction he wants. “Mmh, squeezes me real nice and tight, angel—I know a lot of guys who’d pay a pretty penny for perfect cock-meat like this.”
He can already picture it—dollar signs in his eyes, thinking of the queue—they’d be lining up all the way down the street. Hell, he could already have a dozen here in the next hour.
“What ‘you think? Wanna help uncle make some easy cash?” he asks, lifting you up and placing you down so that you were on your knees in the seat, pretty face mushed with drool against the cushions.
Ass facing up, jiggling as he starts moving back and forth, slowly fucking the juice out of you as he gathers your hair and tugs it back.
“Of course you do, sweetie—fifty for a handy, hundred for a blow, five for cunt-privileges, thousand for your ass,” he lists while making your ass clap against him as he picks up the tempo and starts pounding you like a whore—making you whirr with moans all without your knowledge. “Doesn’t that sound good?”
He lets go of your hair and, with it, drops your head, needing both hands to spread your cheeks and take a look at your other hole.
“Well, on second thought, looking at this tight puppy, I bet we could charge double,” he whistles, admiring the way it twitches and the fine sight of your glossy pussylips stretching around his girth as he stuffs you full.
“Cute cunt, too, if you take it raw and creamy.”
Getting close, he’s unsure if it’s you or the sweet promise of cold hard cash that gets him.
“I'm not a pie man myself. I’m more of a feeder,” he states, pulling out and getting off. “What about you, baby, hm?”
He dabs his sticky head on your cheek, bumping into your lips while tugging the length in his fist.
“Wanna take my swimmers in your mouth?”
Pressing down your jaw, he clears a path for his cock to go through, then throws his head back, groaning at the warm, wet welcome of your tongue, “You’re gonna make me rich, sweetie…”
It doesn’t take long before he’s pouring his ball’s worth down your throat.
two sisters going out shopping after the younger gets a good grade in school, and big sis picks her out a nice pair of (tighter than normal) tights. little sister is reluctant to try them because they seemed far too small, but they're cute so it couldn't be that big of a deal? right?
and of course big sis has to be in the changing stalls with her! creeps might walk in and watch her lil sis change, who's gonna be there to protect her if not big sis?
"u-uh, sis, these are too small... ugh—" she groans, unaware how bad her big sis is trying not to fuck her right then and there, watching her bend over and try to fit her leg in the tights.
one leg goes in, hardly the other, and now she pushed those tights up trying to get her cute little butt to fit in them. she turns around to face her sis who is lost in thought (of rubbing her puffy clit through her tiny white underwear with lace and bow).
the moans she makes are getting to big sis, too, the sight of her trying hard to fit in and the faces she makes, she can't help herself and offers "can i help you put them on? c-c'mere."
she bends down to reach her levels and grabs the top of the tights, barely above her knees as her hands wander to her butt, groping it and lightly smacking. lil sis moans in her ear "m-mmfh... what are you—"
"cmon, i do this all the time! it's okay, i'm your big sis." a faux-sweet smile on her face, an innocent tone as she gropes harder, and lil sis is forcing herself to not enjoy it. it feels weird and her panties are getting a bit wet. good thing big sis is here to inspect it!
finally her fingers gently run along her underwear, making lil sis moan once more and big sis is honoured to be the reason the panties are so damp. "b-big sis, why is my underwear wet..."
"shhh, it's normal, trust me. happens to the best of us, even me!" she starts to rub her cunny through her damp panties gently, and lil sis continues with the moans. they get louder and louder as her legs begin to wobble.
eventually lil sis gets out of those tights, bending over the little stool with her palms against the wall as big sis grinds herself on her ass, and no one has idea ♡
nsfw headcanons . clark kent can never keep his hands to himself, especially during sex. he wants to feel you, feel how your blood rushes beneath your skin as his dick stirs up your insides; feel how your breath hitches in your throat while he's got you in a head lock; feel the way your tits and ass bounce in his hands while he pounds up into you like a mad man on steroids. sex with you isn't just sex, it's intimacy.
clark kent who can't decide which position is his favourite, so he just does them all. doggy? he'll manoeuvre you into a bent position right away, holding your wrists behind your back as you drool into the pillow, toes curling as you whine and scream so prettily for him, the curves of your hips recoiling from the impact. mating press so he can see how pretty your face looks when you cry for him, trapped beneath his body so deliciously and tight, unable to do anything but take it. however, more often than not, he'll find himself standing, lifting you into his arms as you giggle about how strong he is, well, before he begins his ruthless assault that is; arms hooked beneath your legs as barely a 1000th of his strength is used to bounce you up and down onto him, his mushroom tip punching your cervix so deep it has you scrabbling at his shoulders.
clark kent whose sexual quirk is talking to your pussy whenever he gets between your legs. you used to think he was talking to you when he would murmur in that drunken daze 'how pretty you were for him today' and 'how messy you were getting.' but that was before he stopped calling it an it, and started using she. 'you hear how she's talking to me, baby? you're so fucking noisy...'
clark kent who has you sit on his face, glasses still on the bridge of his nose as he pulls you onto his mouth, annoyed when you even think of hovering, foolishly scared to put all your weight on him. "baby, i'm superman, sit down." and he gets so nasty too, groaning into your folds as he practically slurps on your clit, hands digging into the flesh of your thighs for dear life and to keep you rooted and still for him.
I couldn't help but write this, I feel inspired after watching a police movie.
Tw: yandere, violence, abuse of power, dirty talk, unprotected sex, age gap, infidelity, alcohol, dubcon.
Yandere Corrupt Cop who has been a cop for almost ten years without getting a fucking promotion and having to deal with his crazy wife who only knows how to complain and claim him when she's at home. She's a bitch.
So it's normal that he's upset and frustrated. He has to be in the patrol car all day and all night scouring the streets looking for assholes who can't follow the fucking rules. They deserve a good beating before taking them to the police station.
But what he fucking hates the most are weekend nights, having to deal with drunk and drugged teenagers in their fancy cars who think they're a lot because they have rich daddies. fuck them. He drives on the empty roads except for the occasional car, quiet night. Until he sees a car that passes quickly on the avenue clearly exceeding the fucking speed limit. Bastard.
He accelerates and turns on the siren following the car that doesn't slow down for a few more blocks, his hands grip the steering wheel tightly and he feels his blood boil. Whoever it is is screwed. Finally after what seems like an eternity the car slows down stopping on the side of the road.
He decides parking right behind, he turns off the siren and only the red and blue lights flash in the night, he gets out of the car annoyed adjusting his seatbelt before slamming the door, he walks towards the car approaching the tinted window that slowly rolls down revealing the typical rich kid but his eyes are fixed on his passenger a sexy little thing, his girlfriend maybe? He's not sure but what he is sure of is that he loves you.
"Officer, we may have exceeded the speed limit a little but if you want you can give me a ticket—" the boy begins slurring his words clearly drunk but before he can finish he interrupts with a firm voice.
"Get out of the fucking car now, both of you. And face the hood, quick."
He watches angrily as they hesitate until finally the boy opens the door and staggers out. You follow his example, both of you standing in front of the car. He approaches and grabs the boy hard, giving him an unexpected blow to the stomach that knocks the wind out of him. You let out a shriek and the boy doubles over in pain. When you try to get closer, he puts his hand on his gun holster, looking at you and you freeze.
"Weren't you taught that you should automatically stop when a law enforcement officer orders it? Why are you trying to be smart, huh?"
He says as he flips the boy over, folding his hands behind his back. He grabs the cuffs from his belt and locks them on his wrists. He then stands up, looking at you standing there like a scared servant. Sexy girl. A sly smile slides onto his lips and he nods towards the hood of the car in front of you.
“Bend over the hood, quick.” He watches as your clouded eyes widen in disbelief at his words almost as if you can’t believe what’s happening. You shake your head as you say in an alcohol slurred voice “No. You can’t-”
“I can. And you can bend over the good way or I can bend you over the bad way, but I advise you to be good for your boyfriend’s sake.”
You bite your lip hard looking at your boyfriend on the ground in handcuffs, small tears pricking your eyes as you lean over the cold hood your cheek and palms flat against the metal, he reaches over his hands quickly grabbing a handful of your covered ass, squeezing the globes tightly before pulling up your skirt revealing your ass and lace panties.
"Looks like you were going to have fun huh? Did I ruin your moment? Don't worry I'll make it up to you at least baby"
He says in a teasing coo as he raises his hand and brings it down on your ass. Smack, smack, smack. You gasp at the spanking that leaves your skin red and stinging painfully. You close your eyes when you hear the sound of his zipper opening, he brings his fingers up to your mouth hitting your lips.
"Spit."
You reluctantly comply letting your saliva drip onto his fingers and he uses it to lube up his fat member pumping a few times before pulling your panties to the side revealing your puckered hole and glistening pussy he guides his cock into your folds sliding in as far as he can until he bottoms out, you bite your lip to keep from whimpering at the feeling of being so full.
He growls at the feeling of your walls throbbing around his cock as you try to accommodate him. Your nails dig into his head as he begins to thrust into you hard, the head of his cock hitting your g-spot over and over again making you dizzy, he places his hands on your hips using them to move you back each time he thrusts into you sending currents of undue pleasure through your body.
"Fuck– you're tight, huh! You don't get fucked enough huh baby? Poor pussy"
He says in an amused voice, when you don't respond he grabs you by the hair lifting you up and bringing your back to his chest, you feel his hot breath against the shell of your ear sending shivers down your arched spine.
"You know I wanted you from the second I saw you, I don't usually do this with women but I wanted you, I wanted you, very romantic huh, darling?"
He laughs against your ear as if it were very funny and you hold back so as not to insult him, you don't answer him and he rolls his eyes, without stopping thrusting into you he lowers the hand that is on your hip towards your pussy pinching your clit hard between his fingers and you can't contain your moans any longer, his movements become erratic at the same time that the knot in your belly tightens you try not to cum but it is difficult with all his attentions you reach the breaking point when he passes his wet tongue over your ear.
You can't help but cum, letting out a moan of pleasure as your vaginal walls contract around his cock. You can feel it throbbing inside you with a few final thrusts. He stops, letting out a guttural growl, filling you with his warm seed. You collapse onto the hood. He pulls out of you as his cock softens, sliding into his pants. He examines your open hole and watches as his cum slides out, so he uses two fingers to push his cum inside before adjusting your panties as he says in a threatening tone.
"I trust this will stay between the three of us, won't you? I'd hate to have to arrest you or worse."
summary: your daddy’s tired of you distracting him during the game & uses your uncle shiu to teach you a lesson
pairing(s): step-dad!toji x reader x step-uncle!shiu
warnings: dark content (18+) + stepcest + double penetration + creampie + throatpie + degrading + no real prep + squirting
wc: 3.6k (unedited)
others: happy post-super bowl & happy valentine’s day!! this was originally supposed to be on sunday but a lot came up. not particularly proud of this, but i’m happy to finish it! anyways, go birds!! fly eagles fly!!! 🦅🦅🦅
toji’s done his absolute best to be patient with you. you’ve been acting differently lately, more rambunctious and seductive. he can’t trust himself to be alone with you because of how you look at him when you are alone. he knows what you want, and he’s willing to give it to you. more than, actually. before today, toji has given you plenty of warnings and plenty of chances. he’s told you that he can’t do this, that you need to be outright or you won’t get what you want.
he should’ve known you’d only get worse when he invited shiu over for the super bowl. your eyes had always lingered on shiu when he came to visit. he recognized those lip bites and the gentle flutter of your lashes when your uncle spoke to you. you used the same tactics on him. you always wore the smallest amount of clothes around the house. your ass would barely be covered by your shorts or your shirt would be tight enough for him to see the outline of your nipples through the thin fabric.
toji believes this is his fault. your mother’s gone to get more food and you immediately disappeared upstairs, giggling as you went. you’d returned in your panties and an eagles shirt, leaning over the couch to speak to him. “daddy have you seen my philly sweatpants?” your voice is soft and low, eyes shifting over his face as toji glances over the couch. his eye twitches when he spots your thong—the smallest thing he’s ever fucking seen. there’s no way your cunt is fully covered. “haven’t seen them, baby.” he murmurs, though his attention hasn’t slipped from the thin material covering your pussy.
“you don’t need ‘em sweetheart.” shiu chimes in, eyes glued to your ass. he smiles at you as he pats the space between them on the couch. “come watch the game, baby. your daddy’s been waiting for this.” he emphasizing the silly title you use for your stepfather, raising his eyebrows at you. your face flushes, clearly not expecting this response, but you round the couch to sit anyway. the leather’s cold against your bare ass and goosebumps begin to rise on your skin.
more often than not, toji has impeccable self control. he restrains himself every time you come prancing around and damn near nothing with shy smiles and wide eyes. but right now? the game’s going to half, the eagles are losing by a field goal and irritation is beginning to claw at his chest. he clenches his jaw as his eyes stay glued to the tv purely to prevent himself from acting on instinct. “what’s wrong, daddy?” you purr sweetly from beside him. your hand rests on his thigh, chest pressing against his arm.
shiu huffs a quiet laugh from beside the two of you. “the game’s not going well, sweetheart. but, didn’t i tell you,” he pauses to grab you by your jaw, squeezing your cheeks so harshly that it forces your lips to pucker. “didn’t i tell you days ago not to distract us during the game? and here you go in your tiny fucking panties showing your ass off to the world.” you pout your lips at him in return the best to your ability, whining softly when his grip tightened on your face.
"'s not the whole world. jus' you and shiu." you mumble with false shyness, fluttering your eyelashes at toji. he rolls his eyes, "if you wanna be the main show so fucking bad, show me what you want." toji's words are low and angry, almost like he's been waiting for this--and he has. you freeze briefly, eyes searching his face to see if he's serious. his green eyes peer back at you expectantly, waiting for you to make your first move.
your hands almost immediately slide to his pants, eagerness rushing through your body. you didn't care if you'd come across as desperate or like some sort of slut, you just wanted toji in you and you wanted it now. toji tuts at you, his hand coming over your own to keep you from pulling his sweatpants down. "no, i want your pussy baby. don't forget your uncle's over there." he juts his chin towards shiu whose eyes are glued to your nipples poking through the fabric of your eagles tee.
shiu watches you evenly. his eyes are low and his gaze predatory, but you don’t find yourself wanting to escape. you want him to fuck your throat raw. you want this. you turn from your step-dad to his best friend, gingerly placing one of your hands on his thigh before leaning in to kiss him. shiu tastes like smoke and not the good kind. you've dated a weedhead or two, you've liked how they tasted, but the taste of tobacco is new and not entirely unwelcomed. your nose scrunches a little making shiu laugh against your mouth. his tongue is quick to press against your lips to be allowed past your lips.
you allow him in with ease while your hands fumble with his belt. you can't see toji, but you know he's enjoying this. he's possessive, but that's why he wants your pussy. shiu can fuck your throat for all he cares, but your cunt is all his. "c'mon, you're gonna kiss him to death. open wide and do what you're here for, baby girl." toji's deep and irritation-riddled voice sounds from behind you. you slowly pull away from shiu. his eyes slowly follow your movements. "show me what you had in store for your daddy, hm? let me see how nasty you are, pretty girl."
you can't deny that shiu's words send a shockwave through you. your pussy clenches and your mouth waters despite yourself. "yes sir." shiu chuckles, pressing one more smoke-scented kiss to your lips. his big hand tangles into your hair the second your lips disconnect, his eyes are low on your face but desire burns bright in them. your fingers make quick work of his zipper, desperate hands pulling at his pants and then his boxers.
shiu’s long. you don’t know what you expected, but his dick is long and curved. your heart stutters at the sight of it, mouth watering and pussy clenching. toji huffs from behind you as his palm flattens your back, forcing you to arch your ass in front of him. “go on, suck his dick. i know you want to, pretty baby.” you glance back at him for confirmation, pretty eyes narrowed in both suspicion and submission. toji may be letting you suck his best friend off, but at the end of the day you’ll be his. that was why he was getting your cunt and shiu was only allowed your mouth. this is all in good fun.
your lips wrap around shiu’s cock eagerly. your tongue slides over his tip, digging into the slit briefly before you swipe your wet muscle down and along his shaft. shiu grunts but doesn’t make any absurd noises, his fingers tightening in your hair. the pain that comes with the tug of your hair makes you moan. it’s loud and nasty, and it makes shiu’s hips jerk up and into your mouth. your tongue flattens as you move further down on his cock. toji busies himself with pulling your thong to the side though he doesn’t do anything else.
with your lips still wrapped around shiu, you wiggle your ass back towards toji. the cold air’s hitting your wet cunt and you’re starting to wish he would just touch you. you’d beg him to if your mouth weren’t full. “fuck her throat, shiu.” you look up at him through your lashes, watching your uncle look to toji with an eyebrow raised. “you sure she can take that? she’s barely taking half o’ me.” he juts his chin at toji as he asks the question and his hand grips your hair briefly before he scratches at your scalp affectionately.
“that doesn’t matter, shiu. she’ll take what you give her. ain’t that right, honey?” toji smacks your ass for emphasis, forcing a whine from your filled throat. your eyes flutter shut to relish in both the pain stemming from your ass and the brief touch of toji’s hand on your body. they open again to meet shiu’s heated gaze. you nod the best you can with his dick in your mouth, placing a pretty hand at the base to pull him out with a soft pop!. “i can take it, uncle shiu.” you purr softly, pressing his cock against your face. “i’ll be good, i promise.” you bite down on your lip as you watch him through your lashes.
shiu’s never been the greatest man, but right now he wonders what he did to get blessed with this sight. his cock twitches against your face forcing pre-cum to smear across your cheek before dribbling down to your jaw. “then don’t cry to me when it’s too much, okay?” shiu’s lips split into a shit eating grin. the hand he’s kept in your hair grips at your strands impossibly tight. he guides your now-open mouth to his dick as he practically slams his dick inside of you waiting throat. you gurgle—loudly—but neither your uncle or daddy care. if anything, toji laughs while shiu groans.
shiu watches as your eyes roll back into your head the moment he starts to roll his hips up and into your throat. his grip on your hair tightens, and toji watches with a smirk. “so fuckin’ slutty.” he murmurs. toji slaps both of your ass cheeks one more time before he spreads them experimentally. your asshole clenches out of both instinct and anticipation whilst your cunt practically drools at him. toji licks his lips, trailing a finger through your sobbing pussy. “she’s so fucking wet, shiu. i’d let you see but this is all mine,” he pauses to stick his fingers in his mouth. “fuck. she’s so sweet.”
the couch shifts under you and shiu as toji moves so one knee is on the couch. he spreads your ass once more to get a good look at your holes. he spits into your ass, watching affectionately as it’s pushed back out at him. toji finds himself mesmerized at the way your pussy glistens under the lights of the living room. you’re so fucking desperate that it’s making his cock harder than it’s ever been in his life. toji slides his tongue through your folds in a slow teasing motion. he starts at your clit, licking upwards until he finds your asshole. his tongue lingers there, sliding into your tight hole that invites his tongue in greedily. toji feels more like your ass is eating him than the other way around.
your daddy’s tongue slides out of your ass with a wet pop! but it isn’t long before his mouth is attached to your cunt. his fingers keep you spread open for him whilst his tongue assaults your pretty pussy. you groan around shiu’s cock at the sudden pleasure, gripping his thighs to keep yourself grounded in some way. shiu ignores your sounds to chase the feeling of your tight throat around his cock. your mouth’s so fucking good and he truly cannot help himself. shiu watches your face carefully as he tries different rhythms opposed to ruthlessly fucking your throat. he rolls his hips a certain way, watching the tears beginning to form in your eyes.
“fuck, toji, she’s a crier.” shiu’s voice leaves his lips airy from disbelief. there are tears sliding down your cheeks the further into your throat shiu fucks, and now that toji’s eating your cunt there’s snot beginning to dribble from your poor nose. “of course she is.” he hisses as he pulls his mouth away to shove a thick finger into your pussy. “she’s a desperate fucking slut, she’s gonna cry when she finally gets what she wants. it’s in her nature. isn’t it, slut?” toji curls his finger inside you for emphasis, and you howl around shiu’s cock. he groans, finally slipping his cock from your mouth. “how the fuck did you-shit! should’ve married this fucking mouth.”
your eyes widen at both shiu’s words and toji’s finger inside your pussy. your nails dig into shiu’s thighs to ground yourself from the pleasure thrumming through your body. you can barley see from the tears clouding your vision, you can only feel. feel toji sliding another fat finger into your pussy. feel shiu slapping his cock against your lips. feel yourself drench toji’s fingers. you’re practically blind in this interaction, but fuck is it worth it. your body feels so so good, this was better than what you were asking for with just toji. “she’s barely loosening up.” toji grunts. “just keep her throat busy, i’m not patient enough for this.”
your lips part to ask what he meant, but your question dies in your throat as toji’s tip slides into your cunt. you had an idea that toji was big but fuck does it hurt. your stomach burns at the sensation of his fat tip breaching your walls and your pussy clenches hungrily around him. “fuck, i can’t even get in her.” he hisses, spreading your cheeks to get a good look at your pussy swallowing his fat tip. “shiu, keep going. she needs to get wetter or i’m gonna rip this pretty pussy apart.” toji tuts, pressing a hand on the middle of your back to make you arch. “but, i think she wants that.”
as toji forces himself further in you, shiu stops toying with you and forces your jaw back open. he smears some of his cum across your lips. “you’re so pretty like this. i don’t know why he waited so fucking long.” you whimper softly at the compliments shiu shower you with, watery eyes darting from his face to his dick. shiu hums, sliding his dick back into your throat slowly. “should’ve been a good uncle and taken care of you and this throat, hm?” his words are strained, but you can still feel the meaning behind them. he’s been wanting to fuck you. this is just the beginning.
you can’t figure if it’s from impatience or feeling ignored, but toji shoves himself fully inside you in one harsh thrust. you lurch forward, choking on shiu’s dick as you scream the best as you can with your throat filled. shiu hisses from the vibration, pulling your head fully down on his cock to shush you. “shit, baby. you’ve been hiding this from me?” toji practically hisses his words at you. his fat cock’s splitting you open so fucking good.
your cunt squeezes hungrily around him to try and pull him in to keep him there. you can feel how wet you are, and even with that toji can barely pull back out of you. toji’s hand comes down on your ass. “not fuckin’ letting me go, huh? you this greedy? you got your uncles cock in your mouth and your daddy’s dick in this pussy but it’s not enough, is it?” his words are meant to hurt your feelings, but you clench. it’s nasty and absurd, but you like being used like this. you want them so badly it hurts. toji doesn’t give you a true chance to reply because he’s pounding your pussy as soon as he realizes you’ve heard him.
toji’s hips snap aggressively against yours, heavy balls slapping against your pussy from how hard he’s fucking into you. your fingers dig impossibly deeper into shiu’s thighs, eyes watering from how full your cunt and mouth are. shiu’s grip on your hair tightens—he ignores the choked sounds leaving your throat and the way his pre-cum’s sliding back down his cock along with your spit. you look so messy like this. there’s spit trailing down your face and neck, tears sliding down your cheeks and snot sliding from your nose. you look pathetic and it’s only turning him on more. your daddy’s grip on your hips is bruising. your hips hurt from the gee minutes he’s been fucking you, but somehow you don’t mind.
your cunt clenches at the thought of the bruises showing, that your mom will ask you what happened and you’ll have to come up with some stupid excuse. your step-daddy likes fucking you better, and you’ll be the only one to know. “she’s so sloppy, baby.” toji murmurs to no one in particular. he releases his grip on one side of your hips to rub harshly at your clit. you cry out, back bowing and eyes rolling further into your head. “i’m gonna cum.” shiu groans, shifting his grip from your hair to the back of your throat. he forces your head to stay in place, opting for jutting his hips into your throat like a dog in heat. your eyes flutter open just to see his face as he cums down your throat. you’d never describe shiu as pretty, but the way his face flushes, his lips part, and his eyes roll make you realize you want this to never end.
shiu’s cum is hot and salty as it fills your throat. you’re choking before you can think about it, sealing your lips around his dick the best you can. your tongue swirls around his tip to collect more cum the longer his orgasm lasts. you fight through the tears and the burning sensation filling your lungs and nose to take all of his cum, swallowing dutifully around him when his aimless thrusts into your pussy finally end. “fuck. toji you’re never keeping me from this fucking mouth.” he mumbled tiredly, pulling his softening cock from your mouth. “let me see, pretty girl.” you stick your tongue out for him, letting him see that you’ve swallowed it all.
“see, shiu? she’s a natural slut. born to be fucking bred.” toji chuckles, wrapping his big hand around t your throat to pull you against him. “c’mon, give me this cunt. need you to cum on daddy’s dick, can you do that, princess?” your throat hurts and so does your cunt. toji’s failed prep forced your pussy to stretch more than it had in years. you can only nod under his grip, eyes stuck on shiu as he watches through his lashes. toji pistons in and out of your cunt at a pace you hadn’t thought to be humanly possible. it feels like he’s in your stomach, his cock’s fat and long and it makes your stomach shift.
your poor pussy’s never handled anything so big before, toji almost feels bad. almost. scarred lips press against your neck hungrily. toji bites and sucks on your neck while his free hand wanders. he pinches your nipples to force a muted scream from you, back bowing from both pleasure and a need to escape. “can’t take it-oh! can’t take it anymore, ‘m gonna cum daddy.” you cry softly, voice nearly gone from the throat fucking you’d taken before. “don’t fucking tell me, just do it.” he pinches your clit for emphasis, laughing in your ear when your knees try to buckle. your cunt clenches and the knot in your stomach grows tighter with every thrust.
toji shifts his hips just slightly and it’s as if an explosion was set off in your body. your vision blurs as an unknown sense of euphoria flushes through your body. you don’t know if you cried out, if you screamed, or if you just fell limp against toji. your orgasms never been this strong in your life. you feel like you’ve been undone and put back together all in one moment. your eyes flutter open in time to see your pussy spray on the couch leaving various wet stains. shiu leans over to attach his lips to your clit, and you scream. “no! no more please!”
your stepfather and uncle ignore your cries, toji’s thrusts get harsher as he chases his orgasm. you can feel his fat cock shift in your stomach, you can feel him twitch as his orgasm nears with every thrust. another orgasm threatens your pussy with shiu’s lips still stuck on your pussy. your hands push at his head to no avail because he continues sucking. toji grunts, tightening his grip on your throat as his orgasm finally hits him. “fuck, i’m gonna get you pregnant baby.” he laughs breathily in your ear. “make sure this pussy can’t go anywhere, can’t take anyone else.” his eyes shift to shiu, who’s pulled away to kiss you again after swallowing down your second orgasm.
“i’m-‘m so full, daddy.” you whimper against your uncle’s lips though your words are aimed towards toji. shiu laughs, slapping your cheek affectionately. “if we had more time you’d be fuller than that, princess. be glad he’s the only one that came in that pussy today.” toji pulls out of you, hissing as he goes. you find yourself missing the warmth and fullness of his cock inside you. the same longing you felt for shiu’s cock in your throat. “maybe one day we’ll both get you pregnant. see who’s baby it is.” he presses one more kiss to your lips, a kiss of finality. he actually meant what he was saying. “can’t,” you trail off, “can’t do that! what if-” toji’s aggravated voice cuts you off. he shoves his fingers into your pussy to keep his cum from leaking out. “doesn’t matter if someone finds out, this is my pussy now sweetheart. your uncle shiu’s too, if i feel nice. ain’t that right?” you glance between the both of them, pursing your lips before nodding in defeat. “yes, daddy.”
Yandere bf! Jock who is the star captain of the school's football team.
He is truly the golden boy.
With his gorgeous smile, blue eyes, and dirty blonde hair. He is surrounded by girls constantly, beautiful girls but he only has eyes for his dumb cute cheerleader girlfriend, YOU.
Always sucking his dick before a game letting him film you as he cums all over your face, pumping his cock until ropes of thick cum paint your face ruining your makeup and staining your hair, he rubs his cock against your shiny lips.
“Ugh– that was so good– what do you say sweetie?”
“Thanks for cumming on my face daddy~”
He smiles when he sees you cheering him on during the game jumping up and down, he licks his lips when he sees your cute little ass and tits bouncing in that tight uniform, you wiggle your pom poms vigorously and blow him a kiss when you see him looking at you. So fucking sweet.
The one who fucks you in the empty locker room after every game, fucking you sweetly when he wins, sucking on your tits, leaving kisses and bites all over your neck as his cock buries deep inside you, he murmurs sweet nothings against your ear.
“Such a pretty girl– so sexy when she cheers on her man”
“God your pussy wants some attention, should I rub it? Of course she wants to fuck– she begs me to rub it”
“I'm gonna give you the best orgasm of your life babe, you'll be full of my cum until next week– Ha”
Oh... but when the team loses he's completely different.
Like now.
He drags you down the halls walking straight to the locker room pushing you inside roughly ignoring your whimper of pain as he locks the door, you rub your arm and try to talk to him “Baby that hurts–”
“Shut the fuck up bitch! What the fuck was that out there?! Were you flirting with the captain of the other team?!”
His voice is filled with anger, he looks at you with furious eyes and you try to back away when he gets closer which seems to annoy him more, he grabs you by the arms pushing you face down on the bench and growls against your hatred.
“Answer me fuck! What the fuck were you doing talking to him? Do you want to bounce on his dick just because he won? Huh?!”
“No! I just wanted to be nice–”.
“Liar! Shit you want to drive me crazy, is that it?! I'm not an idiot I know what I see!”
He yells at you not even letting you finish, he pulls down your extra shorts and panties hard scratching your legs, his hand quickly pulls out his cock the vein running through it is swollen and the weeping tip is red.
“I'm gonna fuck you until you come to your senses you stupid girl. There's no one like me! I'm the only one who would want a girl as dumb as you!”
With that he rams you in all the way, his cock touching your cervix and his balls slapping against your ass, he fucks you mercilessly as his hands squeeze your ass cheeks his fingers dig into your skin tomorrow you'll have bruises.
“Silly girl, acting like a whore... like she doesn't have her man watching her”
Annoyed murmurs escape his lips as he pounds into you like an animal in heat, you let out high pitched moans hiding your face in your arms, he fucks you like he wants to rearrange your insides. Your eyes roll back with each thrust that abuses your G-spot.
“Who’s the only one for you? Come on tell me who’s fucking you so good?”
He asks between gasps and grunts clearly getting close to the edge, your dumb brain takes a while to understand his question not being able to think of anything else but his cock deep inside your pussy, you reply between moans.
“You! You’re the only one for my daddy! You, you, you!”
“Good girl, at least you’re smart about something~”
Your walls clench at his words and you squeeze your eyes shut, your skin is hot and you feel fire in your veins, the orgasm is approaching and your toes curl as you cum your love juices wet his cock.
He growls as your walls clench tightly around his throbbing cock and as his body tenses with the impending orgasm he pulls out of your pussy pumping furiously as he explodes, covering your ass and back with his hot cum that stains your top.
“Shit— that was great, that's a nice pussy you have baby”
He says as he smears his cum all over your back and ass with his fingers and you hum tiredly but happily, the moment interrupted when someone tries to open the closed door, the handle turning vigorously.
“What are you doing in there? Open the door right now!”
Yandere Dilf who divorced his wife and was given full custody of his infant son after she cheated on him.
Yandere Dilf who loves his son very much a sweet chubby three year old baby who is all giggles and smiles (he's really adorable).
Yandere Dilf who sadly can't take care of his son all day since he has to work so he decides to hire a babysitter.
Yandere Dilf who searches for babysitters online, rejecting one after another for the smallest reasons, he thinks about giving up until he finds your resume.
Yandere Dilf who thinks you're perfect not only are you pretty but according to your resume you know how to cook, clean and everything a good (wife) babysitter should know.
Yandere Dilf who can't help but notice what the last line of your resume says "I have a lot of experience taking care of babies since I have many nephews 😊" Do you have a big family? He does too! What a wonderful coincidence.
Yandere Dilf who has to hide his excitement when he meets you for the first time, he shows you around the house and explains everything you need to know about his child before you bring him over, he feels his chest warm up when you lovingly take the baby in your arms.
Yandere Dilf who feels happy when you quickly adapt to his and his child's routine, you two become close pretty quickly and his child adores you always laughs and gurgles when you hold him and sobs if you don't pay attention to him for too long.
Yandere Dilf who always comes home from work and is greeted with your delicious freshly made home cooked meal, it just solidifies the thought that you have feelings for him too (you're actually just trying to be nice after he tells you his sad story with his ex wife)
Yandere Dilf who one day tries to make a move on you, when you're cooking in the kitchen he hugs you from behind and you immediately tense up he pulls away a little and you look at him with confusion and discomfort which confuses him a lot.
Yandere Dilf who tries to kiss you and you dodge him backing away almost in panic, he apologizes when he realizes his mistake blaming it on the loneliness he feels from his divorce, you mumble an agreement before sneaking off to the baby's room.
Yandere Dilf who is in shock when you tell him the next day that this will be your last day as a babysitter since you will quit due to yesterday's incident, he feels a sharp pain in his chest, how can you do this to him? To his son? The little boy will suffer if you leave. Don't you know that the boy loves you deeply? You are his mother after all.
Yandere Dilf who pretends to accept your decision while apologizing again for yesterday's incident and offers to make you some tea as an apology he doesn't take no for an answer so you end up accepting grudgingly.
Yandere Dilf who while you stay in the living room he goes to the kitchen and prepares the cups of green tea adding a few sleeping pills in your cup which dissolves very well before returning to your side, he contains a smile as he watches you grab the cup of tea taking a long sip.
When you fell asleep on his couch he took you in his arms and carried you to his room but not before making sure that his son was still sleeping in his crib, then he goes back to his room and approaches his bed where you sleep peacefully, he leans over you kissing your face, your cheeks, your nose, your jaw... he leaves warm traces on your skin before he begins to take off your clothes, his skillful fingers undress you and throw the clothes to the floor with indifference, he sighs admiring your body his hands come closer and squeeze your tits pulling the nipples until they harden in his fingers.
"What beautiful tits fuck... they will look even more beautiful when they are full of milk to feed our children... but you will let daddy try a little of your nectar too, right honey?"
He murmurs as if you can hear him, before he leans in and takes a bud into his mouth, sucking and licking the flesh like a hungry man, he almost seems disappointed that nothing comes out of the bud, when he is satisfied with the attention he gave your nipple he pulls away with a “pop” the swollen mound glistening with saliva, he leaves wet kisses down your breast moving lower and lower until he reaches your wet clit.
"You’re so wet… I knew you wanted this too, I knew you wanted me too… your mouth lies but she is honest..."
His warm breath fans your pussy before he flicks his tongue out to taste your juices letting out a hum at the taste, he sucks on the sensitive nerve his tongue delves into your tight core, he pumps his tongue fucking you gently trying to loosen your walls a little, your juices wet his chin when he pulls away and he wipes them away with the back of his hand.
"I swear our next time will be much better darling, but right now I just want to make love to you"
He takes off his clothes throwing them on the floor next to the pile of your clothes, when he's naked he gets between your thighs placing your legs on his shoulders, pumping his thick shaft before guiding his bulbous head to your pussy rubbing up and down a few times before finally sliding in, he sighs as your rubbery walls clench and pulse around his cock.
"Ugh! This feels so good, I knew you were perfect for me... we belong together, I'll make you so happy..."
He moves rhythmically, his cock going in and out of your pussy with a squelching sound that fills the room, his balls slapping against your plush ass as his fat tip abuses your cervix, he presses himself tighter against you keeping your legs on his shoulders in a mating hold, his free hand pinching one of your bouncing tits.
As the pleasure builds inside of him his movements become harder and faster, his cock hitting your g-spot over and over again trying to reach the sweet pleasure so he can fill your womb with his seed, the thought of getting you pregnant with his baby and you all round and overflowing with the glow of motherhood makes him cum, he stays still nailed deep inside you as ropes of his warm cum fill the depths of your fertile womb, he caresses your legs.
"We still have plenty of time until you wake up honey so don’t worry daddy will make sure that by the time you open your eyes you will be a mommy and give our child a little brother or sister~"
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