a little reminder since yall wanna watch that fuckass netflix documentary anyway
edit: oh and another thing, try and come into my ask box on anon to debate this, I will block you effectively and immediately bc I donât listen to bullshit and wonât argue with stupid people either. - adding this to the original post since some of you wanna act a fool. đŞ˝
summary: michael's nanny confessed she's never had an orgasm, & he took that personally.
tags: !smut, hired nanny, late night drinking, confessions, fingering, going down on you, desperate n' dirty sex, multiple orgasms, taboo concept,
a/n: this was requested & I couldn't get my mind off the idea because it was so sexy, anon I luv you.
p.s I got a bit filthy with this one, hope y'all don't mind
You've been hired as Michael's personal nanny for around 8 months â nearly a year. You enjoy it a lot, playing Jenga with his kids all night long, then tucking them in bed with a little story you made up. Even doing the dishes was enjoyable. Also, not to mention that Michael's house was huge, he had countless rooms for each of his specific niches. Sometimes when everyone's gone to sleep, you'll sneak out of your bed & snoop around each of the rooms, just out of curiosity. Your house is so small, so being here is like being on holiday. Although when heâs away touring or just busy, youâd miss his company.
Michaelâs been so very kind & just to you ever since you've been working for him. You protested to him that you didn't even need a room at first, that you could just sleep on one of his couches. The idea irritated him.
"I'm not having no lady sleep on a couch, you'll sleep in a proper room, your own. I'll make it real nice for you." He'd say.
& he did. You told him you loved baby pink, so he'd hire someone to paint the walls pink, install clean white coving & put some pretty floral sheets on your bed with a little vanity installed across the room. You were shocked when you saw your bed was king-sized.
âThis is too much MichaelâŚâ
âItâs the least I could do to thank you.â
You aggressively scrub the stains from tonight's dinner off the bone china plates as you do the dishes, your hair tied up in a messy pony with a tight polka-dot white apron on. Soft rain taps on the kitchen window, the draft of air from the opening crack hitting your face blissfully. You overhear the soft mumbles of Michael & his children a few floors above you as he puts them to bed.
âGoodnight, Daddy. Love you.â They say in their sweet little voices.
âI love you guys too. Sleep well now. Busy day tomorrow.â You hear Michael say.
You smile to yourself, continuing to scrub as you hear heavy footfall coming down the stairs. You straighten your back & flick the hair out of your face. You hate to admit it, but you think youâre starting to develop a little something for Michael. Any little thought you have of him thatâs mildly inappropriate, you push it away instantly. Youâre a professional after all.
âYou didnât have to do that,â you hear a soft voice mumble behind you.
You turn to see Michael propped up against the doorframe with his hands behind his back. His eyes were dark and worn from the intensity of the day. Heâs wearing a loose linen white shirt paired with baggy grey sweatpants & his glasses. You only really see him wear them in the evening, you secretly love them.
âOh, no, I donât mind at all. Itâs my job after all, right?â You chirp sweetly as you continue to scrub, a little gentler now.
You always try to appear perfect around Michael, sweet & polite at all times. Not because itâs part of your job to maintain a modicum of respect, but because you want him to like you personally. Heâs such a huge public figure, a star â the thought of being close to him excites you.
âI know.â He says, taking the wet plates youâve washed & drying them off. âMy mother raised me to be a gentleman. So nanny or not, it never sits right with me for a woman to be doing all my dirty work, yâknow?â
You nod softly, giving him an understanding smile as you continue to lay wet plates on the rack.
A few minutes pass of you & Michael cleaning & drying the dishes together, mindless small talk floating in the air. It'd been a long day for you, the weather was burning hot, which automatically made you sluggish, & the children were constantly begging for your attention while you attempted to do 1000 other tasks at once. So surprisingly, doing the dishes with Michael in the cool of the temperate evening soothed your nerves.
You passed Michael the last remaining dish as he dried it off, placing it in the cabinet with a clank. You pull the plug as you watch the soapy water collect down the drain, feeling Michaels eyes on your back.
You turn around with a loud sigh, attempting to fill in the awkward silence that hangs in the air while you two share a glance, just smiling.
"Well," you cut in, wiping surplus water off your manicured hands on your apron, "you tucked the children into bed?"
Michael takes his glasses off in one swipe, hanging them on his shirt opening.
"Yes I did, they'll sleep tight. I know they bothered you a lot today, they can get pretty active, so i'm sorry about that." He chuckles softly, the sound sending a mere tingle to your belly.
You two haven't had a proper two-on-two conversation since the morning started. After that, tasks had to be done, errands had to be run, so you two never got the chance to really talk. You shake your head with a reassuring smile, your cheeks a little rosy.
"I understand that constantly playing with children can be hard & tiring, especially when you don't want too but,"
You untie your apron from behind, placing it on the counter top. Michael's eyes fall to your waist instinctively, crossing his arms & shifting his feet.
"I like playing around y'know? I find it fun. I like my job." You smile, showing off your pearly whites.
Michael nods slowly, trying his hardest to keep his eyes on yours & not gawk like a pervert at your tanned legs n' thighs under your sundress.
"Good," he said gently. "You know I'd hate to think you're only staying because the pay's decent."
You let out a little giggle from his comment.
"If I didn't like being here I'd be gone by now, trust me."
Something about your comment seemed to please him by the look on his face; he liked having you here. Not because you were doing most of his work for him or taking extra care of his children, but because he liked you. Secretly, he liked having a sweet piece of ass around the house 24/7. He'd never tell you that, though; he's a gentleman after all.
Michael clapped his hands together, turning around to open the cabinet behind him full of all different types of liquor. You watch him pull out an expensive looking bottle of pinot, holding it in front of you.
"its's been a long day, how do you feel about a glass of wine? Do you drink?" He asks.
"Occasionally, yes." You mumble, taking the bottle from his hand as you analyse the label intently.
"Great."
Michael takes 2 slim wine glasses from the bottom cabinet as you read the label, you forget how wealthy he is. The wine you drink is nowhere near as rich as this.
"Burgundy Pinot Noir? Seems nice."
Michael hums in agreement as you pass the bottle back to him. He pops open the cork, the soft glug of wine filled the silence as he tipped the bottle. Deep red swirled into both glasses, a little more than you'd usually drink of an evening. You take a quick peek at his back before he turns to pass you the glass; it's lean & broad. His back bones n' muscles stretch his shirt a little. You feel your bottom lip pull in a little before you stop yourself.
"Here," he turns to hand you a glass, "I hope this isn't too much."
You take the glass & swirl it around a little, smelling the rim. It's rich, fruity, & sexy. The scent travels straight down in-between your legs.
"No it's not. I enjoy your company," you say.
"I meant the contents of your glass," Michael laughs as he takes a short sip, his pearly whites shining.
You feel your face burn up a little from embarrassment, chuckling to yourself.
"Oh! no, this is perfect. The amount is perfect." You reiterate.
Michael smiles to himself, the innocence of your embarrassment flattering him. Sure, you're a full-grown adult, but you have this innocence about you that he picks up on. Your sweet floral scent when you pass him by, or your cute coordinated outfits you pick out every day. He'd always love seeing you in those little sundresses that revealed the smooth of your calves & chest. He'd feel guilty for thinking of you like that, but he couldn't help it. He finds you immensely beautiful & special, he can't help but wonder who gets to enjoy you.
"You wanna go to the front room? Might be a little more comfortable to sit down," he questions, starting to move towards said room.
"Yeah sure, good idea."
You follow him to the front room. It's lit up dimly with a singular chandelier & scattered candles around the room in various places. He usually does this after he puts his children to bed â relishes in his solitude. You never really got the chance to share this opportunity with him. You'd usually go to bed around this time too but since the day was drawn out longer than usual, he caught you just in time. The room smells of him, with notes of incense. You feel your heart rate pick up, for what reason you don't know.
"Do you do this often?" You say, taking a seat on the couch as he follows, plopping himself down a little too close to you, so close you can smell him.
Michael leans back on the arm of the couch, one hand wrapped around the back cushion while the other holds his glass. You swallow, your legs neatly closed as you sit upright, holding your glass with both hands in front of you. You don't know why you're nervous. You've spent time with him before, but this time just feels different. Maybe it's in your head, you try to relax.
"Drink wine?" he questions.
"Invite your employees for a drink after work kinda thing," your voice sweet in comparison to the deepness of his own. You've noticed it gets lower in the evening, perhaps from his lack of energy.
"Uh, sometimes yes. But if it makes you feel better, I enjoy your company the most." He says softly. "Not only do you do a lot around here, but you've got a lovely personality. Im grateful to have you in my home, truly.â
You smile warmly. The thought of your presence being accepted in his home makes you warm.
"Thank you, Mr Jackson. Means a lot." You take another sip, you feel your head start to become weightless, a little more ditzy. You've never been good with your alcohol.
"Oh, & I've been meaning to tell you, please donât call me that." He pleads, placing a hand on his chest sincerely. "Call me Michael. My father used to make us call him Joseph; it's not the way it should be."
"Well, thank you, Michael. It means a lot." You say, pressing your thighs together a little harder than usual.
âNo, thank you.â
A solid 10 minutes pass by of you & Michael sharing each others company, growing closer & closer by the minute, learning more about each other with each sip. Before you knew it, the conversation was drifting from topic to topic without paying any attention to the appropriateness of it. You were both too far gone, only a quarter of your wine left.
"You ever think you'd be somewhere completely different by now?" you questioned. Your body now slouched into the couch, one leg thrown over the other.
Michael stared at you a little longer, his eyes half lidded n' hazy as he tries to understand your question before answering.
"Different how? Like marriage?"
You shrugged, your lips pouty n' stained a deep red from the wine. Your eyes slightly drunken. The state of you making his cock twitch in his pants.
"Yeah, marriage. You never wanna get married? I don't see a ring on your finger," you slur, pointing to his hand.
Michael blushes, scratching his head.
"No, I do. I wanna get married. I've been married, I've had a lot of experience in that sector, but it never works out, y'know."
You nod, a sympathetic look on your face, "I'm sorry about that."
"It's okay. Well, and you? you've never been married?" He asks, sliding a hand through his thick black hair. Part of him inside is smiling at the fact he's able to find out more about you. He didn't ask you to drink with him for that specific reason, but the line is starting to blur.
"No never. I've had a few boyfriends but...they also never worked out. I've never been happy with someone. In all ways."
"So you've never had a serious man?" He inquires, subconsciously sitting up. Now more intently focused when it comes to your love life.
You snicker into your glass, your teeth clanking against the delicate material, "None worth writing home about."
His eyebrows raise in surprise, taking a final sip of his wine before placing the glass on the coffee table beside him.
"Thats very hard to believe."
You furrow your brows with a little tantalising smirk, inching him to elaborate.
"Well you're beautiful," he gestures a hand at your figure. "Smart, good with children. I would've thought somebody would've appreciated you enough to keep you by their side by now."
Tingles n' heat creep up into your cheeks, your lashes fluttering with nerves as you force yourself to smile & thank him.
"Thank you." Is all you can manage.
"Why do I get the feeling every guy you've dated has been a total dimwit?" He whispers. His irritation rising knowing no man will ever take care of you the way he knows he could.
You chuckle, "You'd be right then."
His eyes never leave yours, "What, did they just never treat you right, Is that it?"
You hesitated a little, lips moving to say something but then faltering. Your lips stay around the rim of your empty glass. Michael noticed your hesitation instantly.
"What? Come on!" he teases you, giving your knee a soft nudge.
"No I cant, it's so embarrassing." You laugh, stretching your hand to put your glass down on the table.
Michael points at himself, his face straight all of a sudden.
"Embarrassing? Do you know the amount of embarrassment I had to go through in my career?" He snickers.
He shifts to sit up more, counting on his fingers, "Pepsi Incident, false accusations, women not liking me back. Countless things! I can go on-"
"Okay, okay." You start, pinching your eyes together with your fingers, your cheeks practically on fire at this point.
Michael goes silent instantly as he waits, his hands wrapped around the couch again.
âIâve just never been satisfied, sexually. I find that important in a relationship.â You come out.
âYou what?â He laughs breathlessly, taken back.
The thought of what you're saying to Michael right now doesnât even register in your brain. Youâre just talking, completely relaxed. Itâs a nice feeling, yet a little risky to your relationship.
âIâve never got there.â You close your eyes.
Michaelâs lips fall agape as you confess to never having an orgasm. Not knowing what to say. He canât help but ask more questions, as less perverse as possible.
âNot evenâŚalone?â He says barely above a whisper.
You shake your head slowly, letting your head fall into your hands as you laugh to yourself, completely exposed & vulnerable. Youâre drunk, yet after saying it itâs like youâve sobered up. You're regretting it. You press on, trying to explain yourself.
âIâve heard my friends talk of it about their relationships, even alone. But Iâve just never been able to, let alone with another person. So there you go, thatâs my secret.â
You reach for your glass before realising it's empty, not knowing what to do with your hands. You just keep your head down, avoiding eye contact. The silence is unbearable, the room is practically choking you from how small it feels. Michael doesn't answer right away, though you feel the burn of his stare on you. You cant tell if it's sympathy or judgement. The confusion is killing you. You decide to look up at him momentarily, he's already looking into your eyes. He didn't look shocked or amused, he was just looking at you.
"Wanna know how it feels?" He says, his voice an octave lower.
Your eyes shot up at him, your heart racing so hard you swear he can hear it.
"What do you mean?" You mumble pathetically, your face like a deer in headlights.
"I mean do you wanna know how it feels? just a question, truly."
His poker face isn't telling you jack, it's like he's left you to interpretation. You straighten your back, trying to appear confident.
"Uh, yes. Yes I do."
Michael scoots a little closer to you on the couch, his knee brushing yours. You can tell he's trying to seem as natural as possible. You watch him through half lidded eyes, trying to keep your balance upright as you're a little tipsy, so is he.
"You're a kind girl, I cant help but feel genuine sympathy for you. You mean to tell me you've spent all this time wondering what it feels like?"
You clear your throat, crossing your legs as you give him a little nod.
He pouts a little, "& how far would you be willing to go?"
"How far would I be willing to go for what?"
"To feel the one thing no one has ever made you feel."
You think to yourself, the number of times you'd feel terribly aroused at home, knowing you need some sort of release but not knowing how to deal with it. Or the sickening envy you'd feel hearing your friends talk about the way they came so hard they cried. Or even just your string of bad dates that included horrible sex. You hated it; you felt like a child.
You nod, "Far."
"Let me help you then." He snaps with no restraint. You look at his face, searching for any sign of unseriousness. You donât find anything.
You feel a pulse start to build up in your cunt at the mere thought of Michael helping you. You work for him, you think to yourself. The taboo nature of the idea arouses you, yet you try to let your morals win.
âHelp me with that?â You say below a whisper, saying it out loud feels like a crime. âI donât think thatâd be right, I work for you.â
âI know you do, but Iâm only trying to help. It stays in this room. Only if youâre willing.â He says, his bottom lip drawing in at the possible reality.
âBut what will I tell people-â
âYou donât have to tell anyone anything. This is supposed to be private. Just a person helping another person hm?â
You let the thought ponder in your head, you remember youâve had fantasies of this man. Youâd wake up in hot sweats from multiple sex dreams of him lapping up your pussy with his tongue, only to beat yourself up for it afterwards. The frame of his body, his hair, those sexy pair of eyes that threaten your self respect everyday.
âTeach me.â You nod innocently, your voice laced with a mix of desire & hesitation. You knew deep down you wanted him bad.
âYou sure?â He says, tucking a strand of hair out of your face.
âYes, I want too. I want you to make me feel it.â You scoot forward, blinking rapidly from excitement.
âTake your hair down,â he says, rubbing your shoulder gently.
You follow his command, letting your hair down out of your clip, placing it neatly on the table.
âGood, now just relax okay? you look tense. Thatâs not gonna help either yâknow?â He cooes.
You nod along like you have no brain of your own, completely in his mercy. You like being told what to do, not having to think.
Michaelâs now close & facing you, softly rubbing your smooth arms to try & relax you â prepping you. His eyes fall to your lips, ripe & agape. Just begging to be kissed n' licked.
Without any warning, he leans in & presses his lips to yours, automatically moving his hands to cup your jaw; your skin burns under his touch. He proceeds to slide his tongue between your lips, asking for permission to be let in. You hum, allowing him. With no time to waste, you feel him enter your mouth, his tongue dancing with your own, warm & wet. You mewl into the kiss, your brows pressing together as the ache in your core grows larger. You place your hands on his shoulders & squeeze, forcing yourself to have a mind of your own.
"Mhm, there you go. Just go with the flow." He mumbled, his words barely audible, muffled by your puffy lips.
He breaks the kiss, leaving you pouting in loss of contact. Strands of hair stick to the wetness he left on your lips.
"What happened?" You say, your eyes blown out.
"Nothing," he chuckles, "Just relax & lay back, can you do that for me?"
"Mhm," you slowly lay back on the couch cushions behind you, keeping your legs together as your hands remain on your lap. It's like you've been fantasising about this moment, but when it comes, you get all shy. You can tell he's getting off on it by the bulge growing in his sweatpants, but you pretend not to notice.
"Face me, baby." He says, turning you in his direction by your waist. You feel your pussy grow wetter & wetter by the second, your thoughts clouded by the unrelenting desire for his touch down there.
His calloused hands run down from your thighs to your knees, "gonna open now okay?" he whispers, peppering a little kiss on your collarbone.
You nod, keeping your doe'd eyes on him as he slowly pushes your legs open, your sundress riding up as he does so. A few more forced pushes of your legs & they're completely open. Your pink cotton panties stained with a dark circle in the middle from your arousal. You hear him whisper profanities under his breath as he stares at your clothed pussy, your lips showing a little through the material.
"Pink really is your favourite colour, so damn pretty." He purrs, caressing the inner skin of your thighs. The rough texture of his palms against the smoothness of your skin causing little mewls to fall from your lips. He's here to help you, yet the stiffness of his cock keeps betraying him.
Michael places a gentle hand against your chest, "Breathe, baby."
You realise how hard your heart is beating, you can't tell if it's from nerves or pure arousal but you attempt to steady your breathing.
"Sorry, I think I'm just really turned on." You shudder.
Michael caresses your jaw, "Thats the most important factor."
He leans down, placing light little kisses on your thighs & knees. You tremble from the contact. He holds one of your feet with one hand, kissing your perfectly manicured toes as the other hand rubs on your the curve of your ass.
"Please touch me," You beg, giving your pussy a little stroke to signal to him where you want it.
He gently slides his middle & index finger up your wet slit, your arousal totally soaked through the cheap fabric of your panties. Your mouth falls open with no sound at first, just pleasurable shock. The feeling of the tips of his fingers grazing over your clit making you squeak like a slut.
Michael presses a finger to your lips with his free hand, "Try to be quiet okay? I know it's hard." He orders.
His cock is throbbing like a ticking time bomb under his sweatpants at the sight of you all drunken & horny in front of him, legs splayed open waiting for him to help you.
"Mm, sorry." You mumble under his finger, trying to keep your eyes out of the back of your head as he continues rubbing softly.
He tugs at the side of your panties, moving them to the side slowly to reveal your glossy folds. There might as well be a twinkle In his eye as he stares.
"Damn," He breathes out, giving your swollen clit a rub with his thumb.
You arch your back immediately, covering your mouth as he rubs your clit tantalising slow.
"Fuck, Michael. I swear It's never felt that good." You gasp, drawing your bottom lip under your teeth painfully hard.
He smiles, his ego rising from your comment. He proceeds to rub in small circles with his index & middle finger in a steady rhythm, gathering your juices from the bottom to rub all over your clit.
"Let's get this down," he says to himself, pulling the upper half of your dress down with one hand, letting your perky tits fall free. He gawks at the view, forgetting this isn't about him â it's all about you.
You feel heat rise in your face again, you've never felt so exposed & horny in your life.
He gropes the curve of your breast with his free hand, rolling your nipple through his fingers as he continues his work on your pussy.
"Feeling good, ma? You need to tell me."
Your head falls back on the arm of the couch as you nod, your stomach twitching from the pleasure as you try to stop your moans from erupting â you're soaked for him.
"Feels so good Michael," You cry out. The muscles in your thighs starting to clench as you chase something you don't even know what.
He takes his hands away, unbuttoning his shirt in a frenzy as he tosses it on the floor. He comes back, though this time you feel 2 slender fingers slowly slide in you, curving just right.
"Oh my god," You whine, your eyes falling into your head.
He continues to roll your nipple between his fingers with his free hand, all while kissing you simultaneously.
Your body wasn't the only thing he'd ogle at, your lips were insanely arousing to him too, he didn't know where to touch or kiss you now that he had you like this.
Your hand snaps into his hair, grabbing on for dear life as you feel yourself begin to tremble & shake, he feels it too.
"Michael? Something's happening." You whimper, your brows pressed tight as you look at him for an answer, your eyes glossy.
"Thaats it," he encourages you. "You feel it baby? I ain't stopping."
Immense pressure coiled tighter inside of you, every breath becoming harder & harder to catch the more he fingers you perfectly on your g-spot â no one's ever hit the right spot, yet he seems to know exactly where you like it.
"Michael, Michael!" You cry.
"Yes," he hisses, "Let go." He leans down.
You feel his supple mouth latch onto your pussy, lapping & sucking gently on your sensitive nub as he continues to curl his fingers into you. You break immediately; the tension that had been building for minutes reaches a point where it feels unmanageable. The coil in your belly snaps, something in you lets go, your muscles tightening as your pulse thunders in your ears with blind spots covering your vision.
You squeal as you cum on his mouth, your eyes pinched shut as you tug on his hair for support. Once you had the energy to lift your head & come back to life, you look down at Michael, the lower half of his face glistening with your juices as he pants, smiling at you warmly. He sits up, licking n' sucking his fingers like a child with candy.
"Thats an orgasm," He smirks, a cocky look on his face. He brings a finger to your mouth, "Taste yourself, you did that."
You hesitate before latching your mouth around his finger, sucking on it looking at him. You taste sweet, just how you're feeling.
"I didn't know I could do that," You bite your lip, feeling a sense of achievement wash over you as Michael watches you in amusement.
"Glad I could help." He chuckles.
You stay lying, your panties still shifted to the side. You pull them off in one swift motion, throwing them on top of his shirt on the floor. You don't know how, but your orgasm gave you a wave of confidence. You feel like you could do anything; you feel like a woman.
"Though," You press on the bulge through his sweatpants with your foot, it's extremely hard.
"I wanna cum again, but with this," you plead, not wanting to say the word.
He bites his lower lip as he thinks about it, running a hand through his hair. Touching you is one thing, but fucking his nanny on his living room couch while his children are asleep, that's messy â & he liked it.
Before you could process what's happening, he's rolling his sweats down, giving his cock a little grab before finally sliding off his boxers too. You salivate at the sight of him. Thick, slender, & deep in colour. You instinctively open your legs wider, inviting him over. He climbs over you, one hand braced next to your head while the other juts your chin up for you to look at him, your eyes too busy on his cock.
"No one can know about this, you hear me?" He presses.
You nod frantically, "I promise."
You reach out to touch him, you give him a few little strokes. Your hand felt tiny up against it. He drops his head on your chest from the feeling of your hand movements. You let out a little moan as you attempt to line him up to your weeping slit, the feeling of it rubbing against you driving you crazy. You buck your hips forward, desperate to have him inside of you.
"Let me, baby, relax." He takes over, lining himself up with your entrance.
You feel him begin to crown you a little, already feeling a bitter sweet sting start to form.
"Please, all in." You beg as you hold your legs open, your hands in the backs of your knees.
"Dammit,"
Michael sinks all of his length into you, the pleasure feeling even more intense than before. Your hands shoot to his shoulders to push him back a little as you squeal, your lashes fluttering as you look at him from beneath them. You start to move your hips desperately, you loved watching how it disappears & reappears beneath you, he's the biggest you've ever felt. It feels like you're having sex for the first time again.
The sound of your mixed arousal is like music to his ears as he begins to form a steady rhythm with you. He manages to hit your g-spot constantly, never missing.
"You're gonna be the death of me." He grits, grabbing one of your breasts as he leans down to suck on one of your nipples slowly & sensually.
You whimper into his clammy hair as he's leant down, your eyes rolling back as you begin to feel the same coil in your belly you felt earlier â now able to recognise it. You let go of your thighs, your strength faltering as you come closer to your release. Michael's hands quickly replace yours, pushing your thighs back a little as he continues rolling his hips into you.
âMmâharder,â you beg, looking up at him all pretty. Your eyes sparkling with quiet mischief, âfuck me harder.â
The sweet sound of skin meeting skin starting to creep up the harder he goes, eager for you to come again. He wants that for you.
"Michael, It's happening again I feel it. I think i'm gonna come." You warn, your eyes squeezing shut as you feel his mouth press against yours hot & messily.
He pulled back an inch from your lips, just enough to murmur, "Come for me," as he planted an encouraging slap on the side of your ass.
With a sharp cry buried deep into his shoulder, you come hard. Your vision is blocked out once again, the same pulse in your ears as you squeeze around him. You twitch beneath him.
Michael planned to last longer in the hope of pleasuring you for as long as you saw fit, yet the way your pussy clenched around him brought him to a sharp halt instantly.
"Oh, god." He whines, pulling out & stroking himself desperately as he finishes all over your thighs. You hum in pleasure as you watch his warm release slide down your skin slowly.
You pant, looking up at him with a satisfied smile as he runs a hand across your cheek, droplets of sweat from his hair hitting your forehead.
"Thanks for helping me."
Michael brushed a strand of hair from your face.
"Anytime." He giggles.
"For the first time in my life, i'm able to understand what everyone is talking about."
I was sucking my boyfriendâs dick on my knees and I got to a point where I felt like I was going to gag so I did my little tap tap thing on his hip and tried to pull away. Instead, with a voice full of pity he asked, âawwh, are you gonna choke?â before yanking a fist full of my hair towards him and fucking my throat for a good 30 more seconds.
knowing the bouncer at your favourite club really is the best..⥠(bouncer!toji x chubby!reader)
every bouncer at the club knows you by now because you always show up laughing too loud with a tiny outfit on, all soft curves, heels clicking against the sidewalk while toji stands outside the entrance built like a damn wall pretending he doesnt immediately notice you in line every single weekend.
"there he is!" you yell happily the second you spot him, pointing at him dramatically while the people around you turn to look.
toji reaches over immediately and snatches your ID out of your hand before you can wave it around any harder, his brows pulling together while he checks it despite already knowing your birthday by memory at this point.
"why you always gotta announce yourself like that," he mutters roughly, handing the ID back while his eyes drag over your face for a second too long. you grin at him without shame, fingers curling around the card while you lean closer to the barricade.
"cause youre my favorite bouncer," you tell him sweetly, lashes batting just enough to make the guy behind you snort.
toji clicks his tongue under his breath like hes annoyed, but the corner of his mouth still twitches before he steps aside to let you in. the other bouncers think the whole thing is hilarious because toji hates almost everybody at this job.
everybody else gets dirty looks, grunts, and the occasional threat when they start acting stupid, but you quite literally get let in for free half the time.
the problem starts a couple hours later when youre drunk enough to think climbing onto the bar during some terrible song is a good idea. and one of the bartenders immediately goes to get toji, again.
toji pushes through the crowd already looking irritated, broad shoulders knocking people aside while flashing lights bounce across his face, and the second you spot him your entire face lights up.
"my bouncer!" you yell excitedly, nearly losing your balance trying to point at him.
"yeah, yeah." he mutters tiredly, grabbing your waist before you can topple over backward, his fingers digging into the generous flesh there. "partys done, cmon."
you whine dramatically while he hauls you away from the bar like an oversized cat, one massive arm locked around your middle while your heels scrape uselessly against the floor.
"noo, toji, Im dancin.." you complain loudly, head falling against his shoulder while he drags you through the crowd.
"you were damn near upside down on top'a the counter," he replies flatly, tightening his grip when you wobble again.
"thats not illegal.." you argue immediately, pouting up at him while the cold air hits your face the second he carries you outside.
"felt illegal." he mutters, finally setting you down near the entrance while keeping one hand firm on your waist so you dont drift away. usually this is the part where people get shoved into an uber and sent home, but not you, because youre special apparently.
thirty minutes later youre still standing beside him at the front entrance with his security jacket hanging off your shoulders while you "help" check IDs.
"you missed one." you whisper suspiciously while leaning heavily against his arm, pointing at a completely normal man entering the club. toji glances down at you slowly, cigarette tucked behind his ear while his hand stays braced against your back.
"you can barely see straight," he says dryly, watching your eyes struggle to focus on the line.
"Im checking. I can tell when someones lying from how theyre dressed." you reply seriously, narrowing your eyes at the next person walking up.
"that aint a real thing," he mutters, rubbing a hand over his face while you dramatically stick your hand out toward the poor guy in front of you.
"ID," you demand sternly, trying your hardest to sound authoritative despite swaying slightly, and the man actually hands it over.
you stare at it for several long seconds, lips pursed in concentration while toji watches the whole thing.
"I dont know what any of this means.." you admit finally, turning toward him with complete sincerity while holding the ID up helplessly. toji lets out this rough tired laugh through his nose before taking it from your hand, shoulders shaking slightly while he hands it back to the customer.
"go sit down somewhere fore you mess this all up. ya cant even read right now." he mutters, steering you gently away from the entrance with one large hand against your lower back.
"no," you reply immediately, grabbing onto his arm with both hands while your cheek presses against his shoulder. "Im working."
"you are absolutely not workin," he says flatly, but he still keeps you beside him anyway while you whisper nonsense security concerns into his ear for the next twenty minutes.
and by the time toji finally gets his break, youre still attached to him, warm and tipsy beside his body while his security jacket nearly swallows you whole.
"you see them shoes?" you whisper to him, leaning closer.
"baby, focus on standin upright first."
you glare at him immediately. youre not having the disrespect.
"I am upright." you huff, even though you almost trip while saying it.
"that guy has fake gucci.." you whisper seriously while pointing toward the entrance, eyes narrowed with drunken suspicion.
toji snorts quietly around the cigarette hanging from the corner of his mouth before grabbing your waist and pulling you straight into his lap the second he sits down behind the club, your ass hitting his thighs.
"you can barely see," he mutters, settling back in the chair while one thick arm locks securely around your middle, hand resting on your upper thigh.
"I can feel it," you insist stubbornly, immediately melting against his chest while your fingers start playing with the rings on his hand.
"that dont even make sense." he replies, smoke curling into the cold night air while his rough palm rubs slowly up your thigh absentmindedly. one of the other bouncers walks past and laughs under his breath after spotting you curled up comfortably in tojis lap.
"you babysittin again?" the guy asks, grinning while toji shoots him an irritated look.
"mind your business," toji mutters immediately, pulling you a little closer against his chest while you mumble something sleepy into his shoulder. a couple minutes later your head starts drooping heavier against him, lashes fluttering while the alcohol finally catches up to you completely.
"..toji" you mumble tiredly, fingers hooking weakly into the front of his shirt. "i think m'gettin sleepy.."
"yeah?" he mutters, glancing down at you while putting out his cigarette against the metal chair beside him.
you squint up at him lazily, still curled against his chest while music pounds faintly from inside the club.
"am I fired?" you ask.
toji actually laughs at that, one hand sliding up your back while he shakes his head.
"course. cant have you takin my job, aye? gonna leave me broke."
tou hum thoughtfully like youre genuinely considering that before your eyes start closing again. the second your body goes limp against him, toji sighs quietly through his nose before adjusting his grip under your thighs and standing up with you still in his arms.
one of the bartenders passing by raises an eyebrow immediately.
"you takin her home already?"
toji glances down at your sleepy face tucked against his neck, his security jacket bunched around your body while you cling to him without even realizing it.
"yeah," he mutters, tightening his hold slightly. "shes done causin' problems for tonight."
đ˛ ŕšŕŁÂ Ë | megumi likes getting off to you ââ .âŚ
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you had no idea what you did to megumi. you didnât know you made his cock twitch when he thought about your stupid sex jokes, or the way he grind against his pillow at night wishing it was you underneath him.
you didnât see him as a pure virgin, but you wouldnât ever have the thought of the fact he loves stroking his dick thinking about you. he didnât seem like he touched himself at all; just waited to be given an orgasm by someone else.
it was every night. every night, heâd think about your pretty face and those tits that sat on your chest. heâd thought about the time it was cold and your nipples were poking through your shirt.
âI wanna touch her boobs so badâŚâ a desperate mumble came from his lips, something heâd never thought heâd say, but he also never thought he would be masturbating to the thought of your perky nipples.
it was all he thought about for over an hour as he stroked his cock and edged himself until he couldnât edge anymore.
you had complimented his hair once. multiple times, actually, but it was this one specific time when you said you liked how it looked pushed back. your fingers had ran through his scalp, palm gliding across his strands so his hair wasnât in his face anymore, proving your point.
even though he had grumbled and told you to stop touching his hair, he laid in bed that night pounding his dick with his hand, imagining it was that same hand that was gentle with his hair.
his other hand had been pushing hair away from his face so he could look at the pre-cum desperate to come out his tip but also mainly because of what you said; you liked how it looked pushed back. all he could do was replace his hands with yours in his head until his sticky cum spewed from his choked dick.
megumiâs good with secrets. he would never tell anyone the things he did, especially not the fact he did those things to the beautiful image of youâand heâs sure of himself he wonât ever let that information slip out and get to you.
Prone bone is one of those positions that can be really intimate or aggressive.
Imagine they have your hips propped on the pillow and their body is flush with yours moving slowly as they leave kisses along the backs of your shoulders and neck, whispering praises and devotion with every push.
Or they're sitting up and putting all their weight on their hands that grip onto your waist, pushing you further into the bed as they speed up, pushing as deep as possible. The only thing you hear in the room is your sobbing as they pull your hair and degrade you.
suguru loves how sharp you are. itâs one of the first things that pulled him inâyour quick wit, your clever remarks, the way you can slice through conversations like you were born to outsmart everyone in the room.
but he loves you more when your pretty head goes quiet. when your words melt into sighs, when your bright eyes go hazy and unfocused, and when the only thing rattling around that brilliant mind of yours is the feeling of him dragging deep inside you.
âwhat happened, baby?â he murmurs as he fucks you slow and deep into the mattress, each thrust measured and patient, like heâs sculpting something delicate out of you. his voice is soft enough to make your toes curl. âwhere'd my clever girl go?â
âo-oh god!â your voice cracks, trembling as your fingers clutch helplessly at the sheets. he smiles down at you, wicked and sweet.
âthere it is. there's my stupid girl.â
"mmnhâ m'not stupid, sugu!"
your brain wants to argue but your body arches, betraying you, chasing his rhythm. his cock drags along your walls so perfectly it makes your vision blur. you blink up at him, and he cups your jaw, thumb stroking your cheek like heâs soothing a child.
âshhh. it's okay, sweetheart. just feel.â
the words sink into you like honey. your muscles go loose, pliant, and he hums as he watches your hips try to rock up to meet him. âlook at you,â he whispers, leaning down to press his lips to your temple, âall soft for me. so empty up hereââ he taps your forehead gently ââand so full riiiight here." he murmurs, his large hand pressing over your abdomen.
âsuguruâpleaseââ you whine, voice already so thin and ruined.
he pushes deeper at your plea and you gasp, eyes rolling, nails digging into his shoulders. he groans when he feels you clench down around him, his voice cracking with it. âfuck. babyâ you can't just squeeze me like that without a fucking warning. you trying to kill me?â
âd-donât stopââ you babble, hips twitching helplessly.
he slows, pulling out until just the head sits at your entrance, then sinking back in inch by inch until your mouth falls open around a broken sound. âatta girl,â he praises, âjust let me take care of you. smart girls donât need to think when theyâre taking cock, do they? they just lay there and look pretty. right, baby?â
you whimperâhalf protest, half agreementâand he laughs low in his throat, kisses the corner of your slack mouth. âyou wanna be good for me, donât you?â
âyâyeah,â you pant, and he grins, satisfied. then he slips out, leaving you fluttering and empty, and sits back against the headboard.
âcome here,â he says, patting his thigh. âwanna see you ride me.â
you scramble into his lap, trembling, thighs already shaky. he holds you steady by your waist, watching your desperate little attempts to line him up. his cock brushes against your folds and you whine, fumbling, and his lips twitch. âwhatâs the matter?â he asks softly. âtoo dumb to do it yourself?â
ân-no, i canââ you try, voice cracking, but your hands are clumsy, slipping on his shoulders as you sink down on him too fast, too shallow, then jerk back up with a cry. he exhales sharply, eyes flickering down where youâre barely seated on him, his tip stretching your entrance.
âlook at you,â he breathes, âyou canât even get it in all the way.â
âs-suguââ you gasp, desperate.
âshh. dont worry your pretty little head about it. justââ his hands guide your hips down slowly, his cock sliding deep until your eyes roll back ââfocus on feeling good, okay?â
your walls flutter frantically around him, your thighs twitching as you try to lift yourself and fail. his grip tightens, holding you down until youâre whining, trembling in his lap. âcome on,â he teases, âwhat happened? canât even move your hips without me helping?â
you shake your head, lips parted, tears welling in your eyes from how full he feels. suguruâs smirk goes molten.
âthatâs what i thought.â
he loosens his hold just enough to let you wobble your hips and itâs messy, your hips roll sloppy little circles that barely move him at all. his cock drags against your walls and you keen, head falling onto his shoulder. âso cute,â he whispers, âtrying so hard. brain all fuzzy, isnât it?â
âm-mhm!â you whimper, barely there.
he groans, bucking up into you suddenly. you yelp, clinging to him, and he does it again, harder, until youâre bouncing helplessly on his lap. âthere you go,â he pants, âjust let me take over.â
âpleasepleasepleaseââ you gasp, nails clawing down his back.
he presses his mouth to your ear, voice a deep rumble. âi like you better like this, baby." he brushes a few strands of hair off of your forehead, âyou're so pretty when you're this needy.â
your walls clamp down at that and he moans, dragging you down hard onto him. your whole body jolts, thighs trembling wildly. âfuck,â he hisses, âgonna make you forget how to talk. just a pretty little toy for me to use. would you like that, sweetheart? do you just wanna be my pretty fucktoy?â
your breath hitches, hips stuttering as your eyes go hazy. âmmh⌠y-yeah⌠wanna be yours, sugu! ⌠donât wanna think anymoreâŚâ
his hand slides down, pressing his thumb to your clit and circling, and your hips jerk violently, head snapping back. âfuckâ you're perfect. thatâs it. let go f'me.â
âs-sugu!!â you moan, eyes glassy.
âshit, babyâ he grits, fucking up into you harder now. âso tight.â
âs-suguâruââ you sob, eyes rolling.
he barks out a laugh, sharp and sweet. âangel, is that all you can say right now? my name? too fucked out to think of anything else?â
âh-huhâ?â you whimper, dizzy, and he melts, cupping your cheek with his other hand, thumb brushing away the drool thatâs spilled down your chin.
âso cute,â he murmurs, âso fucking cute like this.â
then he slams up into you again and again until youâre choking on his name like itâs the only word you know.
because in that moment, you can't think of anything else even if you wanted to.
ââ .⌠overstimulating satoru after an argument
the argument had been vicious.
they always were with him. gojo satoru didnât know how to do anything halfway. words like shrapnelâhis casual arrogance slicing deep, your frustration exploding back at him. heâd called you âtoo emotional.â youâd called him âan egotistical asshole who doesnât give a shit about anyone.â doors slammed. silence descended. then, inevitably, he followed you to the bedroom, with his cocky smirk and placating tone.
âcâmon, you know i didnât mean it likeââ
âshut up.â youâd whirled on him, eyes blazing. âyou donât get to talk your way out of this.â
his smirk faltered. just a fraction. enough for you to see the shiftâthe way his pupils dilated, the subtle lick of his lips. he liked it when you were angry. loved it. the fire in your eyes, the steel in your voice. it was the one time he couldnât charm or overpower his way through.
and you knew exactly how to use it.
satoru knelt at the foot of the bed, exactly where youâd told him to stay. his own hand gripped the wand vibrator youâd handed him, pressing it firmly against the underside of his cock. the setting was lowâmaddening, insistentâbut he wasnât allowed to turn it up. sweat beaded his temples, white hair falling into his eyes. his free hand braced against his thigh, knuckles white, the only thing keeping him from collapsing was his refusal to look away from you.
his cock wept steadily onto the floor between his spread knees, flushed dark and twitching against the unrelenting buzz. every few seconds, his hips stuttered forward, chasing pressure he wasnât allowed.
he was already a disaster. sweat beaded his temples, white hair plastered to his forehead. his chest heaved, every muscle taut with the effort of restraint. his tip stood flushed and angry against his stomach, leaking steadily, twitching with every buzz.
âf-fuuuck,â he groaned, voice wrecked. âcâmon, b-been goodâ haahhâ t-turn it upââ
you didnât even glance at him. you were sat at the desk across the room, filing your nails. pointedly ignoring the strongest sorcerer begging on your bed.
âbabyââ his whine cracked into a moan as he pressed the toy harder against his core. ângh! s-so closeâ look at me, pleaseââ
silence.
his hips bucked against empty air, a desperate, futile chase for friction. âg-god, youâreâ ah! ahnâ so meanââ tears pricked his lashes now. actual tears. gojo satoru, crying from nothing but toys and your indifference.
it was obscene. intoxicating.
his babbling devolved into nonsense. âc-canâtâ fuckfuckâ m'g-gonnaâhnnngh, pleaseâ needâ need you s'bad!â
you finally stood. his head snapped up, wild blue eyes locking onto you, pupils blown black with desperation.
âwant more?â your voice was cool. detached.
âyesâ fuck yesâ anythingââ
you thumbed the remote to the max setting.
he screamed. body bowing off the bed, cords in his neck standing out as the pleasure turned punishing. âshitshitshitâ! ohâ o-oh god! ohâ fuuuhck!â his cock jerked violently, untouched orgasm ripping through him. cum splattered his chest in thick arcs, his thighs quaking, every muscle seizing in endless, brutal waves.
you watched. letting him ride it out until he was whimpering, oversensitive, the sex toy still mercilessly buzzing.
âp-pleaseâ hic!â o-offâ s'too muchââ
âno.â
his eyes widened. a fresh sob tore free. ân-no?â
you climbed onto the bed and straddled his chest. his heart thrummed beneath you. âyou donât get mercy. not after the shit you pulled earlier.â
you slid back. pressed your soaked folds against the head of his still-hard cock, and you sank down slowly until he was buried to the hilt.
he keened, high and broken. âyesssâ finally!"
you rode him like that, at a brutal pace, the vibrations transmitting through his length into you. he babbled nonstopââthankyouthankyouââtears streaming, another ruined orgasm building fast.
when you came, clenching around him viciously, he followed instantly, screaming your name, vision whiting out.
you collapsed onto his chest, both of you panting, sweaty, and spent. his heart thundered against your ear, his body still trembling with aftershocks. you could feel his cock pulsing inside you, the vibrator still buzzing softly against your sensitive clit, making you gasp and clench around him again.
âfuck,â he mumbled, voice wrecked. âthat was... that was...â
âintense,â you finished for him, propping yourself up to look at him. his eyes were glazed, pupils blown, cheeks flushed. he looked utterly debauched. and you loved it.
âiâm sorry,â he whispered, his voice suddenly small. âa-about earlier. i was an asshole.â
you sighed, brushing a damp strand of hair off his forehead. âi know. itâs okay. weâre good.â
he closed his eyes, leaning into your touch. âno, itâs not. i was a dick. you had every right to... to do that.â
you laughed softly, kissing his cheek. âyeah, well. you brought it on yourself.â
he hummed, a small smile tugging at his lips. âi did. i did. fuck, iâm gonna be walking funny tomorrow.â
you grinned, rolling off him and onto the bed beside him. âgood. maybe youâll think twice before pissing me off again.â
he reached for your hand, lacing their fingers together. âpromise?â
âpromise what?â
âthat youâll do this again. if iâm bad.â
you raised an eyebrow, squeezing his hand. âyou think you can handle it?â
he chuckled, a low, exhausted sound. âif i can handle the king of curses, i think i'll be able to handle you.â
⧠ââ satoru just needs one final push (nsfw)
he physically canât cum until he hears your voice
satoru's been at this for at least half an hour by now.
hand gliding up and down his cock, thumb pressing hard against the bulging vein. he imagines itâs your soft, pliant hands instead of his own that are coaxing him towards an orgasm. his mind is hazy, the vision of you blurry as his hips buck lazily into his grasp. the movement of his wrists speed up when he feels himself teetering on the edge, only for him to be pulled back onto solid ground immediately.
he's been at this for at least half an hour and yet, he still can't reach the sweet, sweet relief he was aching for. you're to blame, he thinks. the tight squeeze of your pussy around his cock, enveloping him in a special kind of warmth, has ruined everything else for him. especially the now-slick palms of his own.
even the polaroid he keeps in his wallet isn't enough. not even his favourite â the one where you're on your knees in front of him, mouth stretched around his cock. your eyes are locked onto the camera in his hands, and the faux eye contact makes him stifle a groan. but he still needs more.
he dials your number.
you pick up at the second ring.
"hey, babe, what's up?" your voice is amplified by satoru's phone, pressed up against his ear. he feels his balls tighten.
âpleaseâŚ,â he whimpers through gritted teeth. itâs followed by shallow breaths. then the wet shlicks of his precum being smeared all over his length. it glistens with obscenity, and the shame of getting off to the mere sound of his name uttered in your voice.
âsatoru? are you okay? you soundâŚout of breath.â
though your words were innocent, to him, your voice was no different from porn.
âhaah, yes, i-iâm, fffuck, iâm fineâplease, say my name again,â his voice cracks, and so does his poorly-maintained facade of composure.
âwhatâsatoru, whatâs going on?â your lack of awareness of his dirty actions made him grow heavier in his palms. the strands of his hair were slick with sweat, sticking onto his forehead, head tilted back against the headrest.
âshit, again,â he gasps out, deft fingers tugging at his cock. how you haven't caught on, he's not sure. or maybe you have, and you're just playing dumb. whatever it is, every word makes his breath quicken, his face feel hotter, and his legs tremble more.
âis this a prank?â
âno! please, just keep going. talk to me, anything you want. tell me about your day? pretend as if itâs aâhnghâa life or death situation.â it might as well have been the way he was desperately clawing at any shreds of you.
âumm, okayâŚ? well, i was at the grocery store just now, and there was this lady who was a complete bitch. she cut the queue, and yâknow what she said to me? she said she didnât see me! i mean, hellooo?? she couldâve justââ
âfuck!â a loud groan interrupts your little rant.
spurts of cum spill onto satoruâs hand and lap, all of which, of course, you do not see. his chest heaves with relief, head tipped against the headboard. he lays still for a moment, nothing but shaky breaths leaving his lips. the other end of the line is silent too.
for a moment, he thinks you hung up. left him to ride out the aftershocks of his long-awaited orgasm, fingers still twitching against his cock from the muscle memory.
MDNIďš18+ only â 1.4k â⢠GOJO & his pierced nipple
GOJO SATORU has one pierced nipple, his left one. he'd gotten it from a lost bet and you've been hiding just how horny you get when you see it ever since. catching glimpses either through his shirts or when he's wandering around without one, it's just another thing about him that drives you insane.
head constantly filled with thoughts about how he'd react if you'd flicked it, if he'd react at all. what about if you dragged your tongue over it, gave him a little nip. GOJO's always been sensitive, he's likely to have some sort of a reaction.
you'd tested him a little when you hugged him from behind, hands dragging down his chest and fingers gently grazing against the piercing. his reaction was a slight jump, head turning to the side to see if you'd done it on purpose. you'd played dumb, pressing a soft kiss to his shoulder and leaving it at that.
this morning, it felt like he was tempting fate. shirtless and spread out in your sheets, completely relaxed as he lazed. you're sleepy and barely awake but immediately turned on at the sight of him.
rolling yourself until you're on top of him, leaving soft kisses along his cheeks, jaw, down his neck. the hum he lets out is low and appreciative, hands quick to grab your face and bring your lips to his. the kiss slow and purposeful, hands exploring you more, sliding down your body and positioning you so your cunt is right over his erection.
his tongue slips into your mouth, kissing you deeper while slowly pressing you down harder over his dick. using his hold on you to encourage agonisingly slow grinds. you gasp at your clit catching deliciously against the tip of his cock and it has your lips parting from his.
he smiles, like he's enamoured by you, "good morning, sweetie."
you're huffing out a little desperately, "satoru, i want you inside me."
"well, it certainly is a good morning, huh?" he's amused by your need, a little confused on where exactly it's coming from.
rutting down into him a little more, "hffâ it could be better.â
âsomeoneâs awfully horny for first thing in the morning.â he pulls your panties to the side, fingers sliding through your slick, easily sliding a single digit inside you. âfuckâ why are you already so wet?â
it has you collapsing into him, hips shamelessly raising, arching into his hand. âi donâtâ hnnâ know,â you lie.
"mhm," obviously not believing you. "i'm gonna ignore your blatant lie because this is turning me on a ridiculous amount." another finger joins his first, opening you up with them.
GOJO's stomach flips as your messy cunt drools into his palm, biting into his lip as he whines. he can barely take it, not a clue as to why you're this worked up but not bothering to put much thought into it. he can't, not when you want him this bad. using his other hand to reach into his waistband and free his achy cock.
you don't even register it until his fingers slip from you and are replaced with his tip, poking at your hole and slowly pressing into you. shudders running through you at it, so excited at the promise of his big dick splitting you in half.
he's going slowlyâgentlyâaware of your sleepy state and how little foreplay there's been. you're greedy though, head tucked into his neck and muttering out, "hurryâ hngâ up."
"i don't wanna hurt you, pretty," thumb brushing your hip bone lovingly, "gotta beâ fuck!â hnngâ"
he was talking too much, ignoring him and sitting up just to slam yourself down his whole length. obscenely full of him, pussy bulging around the thick base of his cock. unable to help the way you're fluttering around him, cunt overwhelmingly stuffed and thankful for it.
your eyes drag lazily across all of him, his expression a little fucked out from the shock. hands gripping you tight to him as he bites back whimpers, abs clenching as he tries not to immediately fuck up into you fast and hard.
there's a lot that GOJO can handle but you're not always one of them, frequently knocking him off his feet. he's struggling not to cum prematurely, balls pulled tight and his dick twitching. the sudden feeling of having your snug cunt sucking him in and trembling around him is driving him crazy.
the view from where you're sat is breathtaking, taking your boyfriends cock and watching him try to get a handle on himself. trailing your gaze lower and appreciating the happy trail he has. eventually focusing in on his piercing, involuntary reaction of your pussy growing slicker around him.
leaning down enough to place your hands on his stomach, dragging them up to his chest. lowering your thumb a little to flick teasingly at the metal in his skin. GOJO huffs out a stifled sound of need, surprised by the stimulation.
his tongue licks over his lower lip. "maybe the first time was an accident but now i just think you're playing with me."
"i don't know what you're talking about 'toru," innocently tilting your head at him.
raising your hips a little and at the same time that you drop back down onto him, you pinch his nipple. the moan he lets out is like music to your ears, he's turning into a puddle for you. hips fucking up a little, asking for more.
you're still stuck on other things though, leaning down properly to kiss along his collarbones. sucking small marks along his dewy skin, licking over them as if to seal it. butterflies in your tummy as you finally lick at satoru's piercing. a flick of your tongue, testing to see how he reacts.
"hahâ ffuckâ" his voice is sighed.
he's going to say something more but you're taking his whole nipple in your mouth and playing with the piercing using your tongue. humming at his moans, his hips twitching upwards needily, it throws your balance and your mouth pops off him.
your finger moves to circle his nipple, your saliva helping the glide. pad of your digit gently rubbing over his hard nipple. he's growing impatient, breaths panted as he watches what you're doing.
GOJO can feel the way your cunt is leaking all over his dick and he's finally clicked into what got you this way, "if youâ hahâ like the piercing this much you should've just told me."
"i don't like it," you deny for no particular reason other than to possibly work him up.
bouncing your hips softly, fingers still pinching and teasing his nipple. now you're trying to see just how much of this he'll put up with before he snaps. it doesn't take him long at all. suddenly hitting his limit and pulling you down onto him.
his arms hold you tight to him, hands in the crooks of your knees as he manoeuvres himself so he's standing on his own knees. you cling to him, impressed by his ability to shift you both without slipping from your pussy.
barely giving you a moment to breathe let alone praise him for this impressive feat, immediately fucking up into you harshly. his dick hitting all the most devastatingly pleasurable spots inside you. feeling yourself quickly becoming cock drunk, moaning and clawing at his back.
"should i get the other one done?" he whispers into your ear, "since you seem to love it so much?"
oh, you like the idea of that and your cloying cunt gives it away, it has him laughing at you, ânoted, iâll get the other one done just for you and then youâll be able to feel both of them rubbing against your nipples while we fuck.â
you whimper into his skin, imagining it and losing yourself. already able to feel your nipple catching on his current piercing with every other thrust he delivers right to your cervix.
"'toruâ hnnnâ i can'tâ i'm gonnaâ"
"âready to cum? so soon?" he coos. "this is why i love fucking you first thing in the morning, it's so easy to have you cumming all over my dick."
he's right, you're particularly sensitive in the mornings, especially when you're woken up as horny as you are. a few more sharp thrusts and you're finishing, pussy dripping your mess everywhere.
GOJO tips you over onto your back, now hovering over you, "i'm so glad i lost that bet."
uhhh.... this one got away from me, sawrry ! (ĂłďšĂ˛ď˝Ą)
it was supposed to be a normal tuesday. your husband wanted to re-do the lawn before his colleagues came over for next monthâs barbecue, so he called a landscaping serviceâ some local guy and his team. told you theyâd be over at nine and itâd only take a few hours. said, and you quote, âjust be nice to them, babe. you know how you get when youâre bored.â
how you get?
rude. offensive. also, unfortunately⌠correct.
because now itâs 10:37 am, the sunâs already beaming, your iced coffeeâs sweating on the counter, and youâre very much staring out the window at the man your husband hired. not them. him. the tall one. broad back, shoulder blades moving under the thin stretch of his black tee. veins protruding his forearms, hands on his hips as he barks instructions at the younger guysâ and those pants? hung low. loose at the waistband. you can see the way they ride when he bends to lift something. the outline. the weight. the swing. itâs not your fault. itâs fucking gravity. physics is to blame. youâre simply the observer in this equation.
âwhatâs his name again?â you asked your husband earlier, feigning disinterest as you sipped casually from your cup like your thighs werenât already pressing together under the table.
he barely looked up from his phone. âfushiguro. toji, i think. owns the company.â
toji.
you murmured it under your breath. tasted it like sugar on your tongue. let it linger, slow-melting at the back of your throat. it stayed there, simmering, while your husband went back to checking emails like the man outside wasnât sculpted to ruin marriages. the kind of built that made you question your own vows. the kind of built that made you wonder if the devil did, in fact, wear carhartt.
and now heâs in your house. not even fifteen minutes ago, he knocked on the backdoor, asking to use the bathroom real quick. smiled at you when you opened it, flashing that cocky little smirk. called you âmaâamâ and dragged his eyes down your body so slow you swore your knees wobbled. and youâ fucking traitorâ you let him in.
he didnât go to the bathroom. not really.
heâs in your kitchen now. behind you. one hand shoved between your thighs, the other curled tight around your throat, pressing your back to his chest while his mouth drags hot filth across the shell of your ear.
âlook at you,â he growls, breath thick and cocky as his fingers glide over the soaked cotton between your legs, âdrippinâ through your fuckinâ shorts. is this what you do when your husbandâs gone? act like a tease? bend over for strange men who knock on your door?â
your breath stutters. hips twitch. the counter edge bites into your stomach as you grab it for support. âheâs- heâs right outside,â you pant, voice trembling, shame curdling with heat. âhe could walk in any secondââ
âthen iâd go faster,â he laughs, mean and low, already dragging your waistband down. âbend you over the sink, fuck you right here in front of him. let him see what his little housewife sounds like when sheâs actually full.â
you gaspâ sharp, scandalized, achingâ and he grins against your skin like heâs won. you try to look back, to protest, to say anything, but heâs already got your shorts and panties around your thighs in one rough tug, his belt clinking open behind you with a slow metallic slide that makes your breath catch. practiced hands. greedy hands.
âwaitââ you whisper, panicked, already pulsing between your legs from the thrill.
smack!
his palm lands hard on your ass, echoing loud off the tile.
âdonât start now,â he grunts, grabbing your hips and manhandling you into place. âyou knew what this was the second you opened the door in those tiny fuckinâ shorts. you wanted this. wanted to be used, didnât you?â
you donât answer. canât. not before heâs inside.
deep.
the first thrust punches the air from your lungs. your whole body seizes around himâ choked gasp, lips parted, no sound. heâs so thick it feels like heâs rearranging everything inside you, like heâs been waiting for this moment since he saw you through the glass that morningâ pretty little housewife in a too-tight tank, sipping iced coffee like a whore in disguise.
âfuck,â he huffs, already grinding in slow and brutal, the stretch unbearable. âthis pussyâs tight. ainât no way your husbandâs filling you like this. probably finishes before he even gets halfway in.â
you whimper, face hot, shame sticky and loud in your chest. âstop- donât talk about himââ slap. his hand finds your ass again, harder this time. your knees buckle on impact.
âwhy not?â he sneers. âgonna act shy now? you werenât shy when you bent over the counter. werenât shy when you looked me up and down like you knew iâd fuck the attitude outta you.â
he grabs a fistful of your hair, yanks your head back until your spine arches and your cunt tightens around him from the new angle. then he fucks youâ hard. relentless. thick hips slamming against your ass like a man on a mission. itâs vulgar. fast. wet. your slick drips down your thighs and his cock hits that spot inside you that makes your vision blur.
âquiet,â he spits, biting at your jaw. âyou wanna get caught? wanna let your sweet little husband hear what this married cunt sounds like when sheâs actually used?â
you whine, broken, drooling against the counter.
âyeah,â he grunts, slapping your ass again as your body jerks under him. âthatâs what i thought. fuckinâ housewife act, and youâre clenching around me like a goddamn slut.â
he leans down, presses his mouth to your ear, and you swear you feel his smirk as he growls, âgo ahead, baby. cum for me. let that cunt squeeze me like it needs it.â
and you do.
you cum so violently your knees give out and he has to hold you up, one arm banded tight around your waist while the other fists your hair, hips still rolling deep through every pulse of your orgasm. your walls flutter around him like youâre trying to milk him for everything heâs worth.
âfuck,â he groans, rutting into you harder. âyou feel that? feel how deep i am, huh? bet you like it. bet you want me to stuff you full right here while your husbandâs out there talkinâ about fertilizer.â
youâre not even pretending anymore. thereâs no point in resisting, no point in feeling guilty. you want it. the filth. the risk. him.
âplease,â you choke out, voice raw, face slick with tears and sweat and spit. âplease, cum in me. want it, toji- want you to fill me upââ
thatâs all it takes.
he slams in deep and stays there, cock twitching, groaning low in your ear as thick ropes of cum flood your cunt. his fingers dig into your hips, bruising, holding you still as you tremble and shake and take every single drop. you feel the wet heat leaking down your thighs, your pussy clenching around him like it needs the mess.
he doesnât pull out straight away. just stays there, breathing hard, his cock still nestled deep inside as if he canât bear to leave your body. then, with a low groan, he finally withdrawsâ slowlyâ watching his cum spill out of you, dripping onto your thighs, down your legs, onto the floor.
you flinch when he reaches for the paper towels, but all he does is wipe the mess between your legs with an offhanded casualness that makes your face burn. he moves with the ease of someone whoâs done this a hundred times, treating your body with the same careless efficiency heâd use on a countertop.
âthanks for the hospitality,â he mutters, licking his thumb to swipe a streak of mascara from your cheek. âtell your husband the lawnâs cominâ along nice.â
then he tucks himself back in, buckles his belt, and walks out the door as if nothing happened, back into the sun, back to his crew, back to pointing at grass while your bodyâs wrecked from the inside out.
you barely have time to breathe before the back door swings open yet again.
âhey babe!â your doting husband chirps, wiping sweat from his brow as he leans in to kiss your cheek. âthat toji guyâs great, huh?â
you smile. sweet. polite. like youâre not full of someone elseâs cum.
âyeah,â you say, smoothing your shirt. âheâs got a really good⌠technique.â
can u guys tell this was extremely self-indulgent and iâm obsessed w cheating tropes ??? fsfhsdf >w< alsoâŚ..ik the streamer one won the poll, but idk i donât rlly like it n need to fix it so uhm yeah t-t
you straddled his face, his big arms hooked around your plush thighs that were folded on the side of his head. his tongue lapped at your clit, the roughness tickling you a bit. he would nibble, gently squishing your lips between his teeth. his nose nudges and presses into your labia as he works you with pressure and vigor, his eyes closed and hair back as he focuses.
your plump lips were parted, messy with smudged lip gloss and saliva from his kisses from earlier. your hands and freshly manicured nails clutched at the arm of the couch as he ate you out from below.
you had no intention of sitting on his face like this, you thought you'd suffocate him. to yuji, it would be a dream to die like this. so instead of letting you hover over his face, he pulled you down and kept you there. his grip firm enough to make you stay. to make you take what he wanted to give to you.
his tongue thrusted inside you, making you yelp and your walls flutter. your hips grinding against his face to which he responded by increasing the pressure on your thighs. "yujiâ!!"
" baby," he pulled away for air briefly with a small gasp, looking up at you for the first time in a little while. his nose and mouth were all glossy with your juices. his voice was breathy and soft, however with an underlying tone of impatience. like he was so concentrated and didn't want to pull away in the first place, almost irritated at the fact he stopped. "c'mon, i want you dripping all over me. stay still."
you gave a nod with a slight whine, feeling his mouth latch back onto you. you wanted to grind down on his face so bad, but he wouldn't let you. "that's it. keep going." he cooed.
yuji was one of those people who'd do anything for your pleasureâno matter how minor or extreme it could go. he'd sacrifice his autonomy for your sake, to hear your breathy moans, to feel your hands tug at his pink strands and nearly rip his hair out, to squirt all over his face with the chances of it going up his nose. he didn't care, it didn't register in his brain he was being used. when he thought about it deeply sometimes, he never found an issue with it.
he liked it this way, if it meant he could see you all blissed out at his expense. hell, you even gave him some leniency, allowing him to be stoic to you.
"yuâ! yuji, i'mâ!" there it was. he felt that familiar warm liquid drape all over his lips, his lips attaching to you and sucking you all the way dry before lubricating you up with his tongue again. he liked looking at you when you cameâyour eyes could barely stay open. seeing you orgasm only gave him some pent up feelings he'd need your help with later. his dick was whining, crying, in his boxers. a wet spot on the crotch of his pants.
he pulled his tongue out after a few more thrusts, detaching from your entrance with a wet pop. he looked more blissed out than you.
"again." he breathed softly, "one more."
"you said that... the time before thâat, and the time before, and the time before..."
"i know, baby. i know. just one more. last one. you gotta give me one more, mama..." he pleaded with you. he did it for dramatic effect, he knew you'd let him anyway. "i like seein' you cum, i really do. i love watching you, i love tasting you over and over again. i know you're tired, but just give me one more..."
â Synopsis: Your OlderBF!Toji hates when you steal his cigarettes, especially when coming home after a long shift to an empty carton. Luckily, he kills two birds with one stone. He gets to let off some steam and your oral fixation gets satisfied.
C/W: age gap (Reader: early twenties | Toji: wtv feels right hehe), Degradation, Oral (m! receiving), Throat fucking, cum swallowing, hair pulling/grabbing, rough and mean toji :(( reader who loves it hihi, cigarette smoking.
"When will you fuckin' learn huh?"
Disapproving.
Loud, dark, rude and disapproving. His tone was clear as day, the sharpness of each word shocking the synapses in that fuzzy little head of yours, each brutal thrust nudging his thick cockhead further against the bruise at the back of your throat.
"Greedy girlâ" he purrs, pupils dilating at the sight of you teary eyed and peering up at him, little streaks of mascara running down your flushed cheeks as they hollowed out around him.
"Never fuckin' listen."
You assumed he'd just make you smoke the whole pack, perched on his lap and writhing beneath his iron grip, the nicotine making you dizzy with each inhalation.
That's what he usually did.
When he'd notice his packs going from 25, to 17, to 8 by the end of the day, he'd drag you down onto his knee, popping a stick between your lips before lighting the tip and making you finish what you started.
But this time, he reserved his soft reprimands, resorting to a much more imposing form of punishment.
He had just finished a particularly long job, shoulders heavy and low atop dragging feet, marching towards his bedside to retrieve a pack of Marlborosâonly to be greeted with the sight of an empty carton.
âHey, kidâ" He called from the bedroom, his voice gravelly and firm.
Legs shifting on the living room carpet, every nerve in your body tensed at the soundâa smoky aftertaste still present on your tongue.
âGet youâre ass in here, princessââ
And you didâalbeit apprehensively. Feet dragging against the hardwood, your heels cling to the friction in an attempt to slow yourself downâto delay having to face your boyfriend's dark, pervasive glare.
You round the corner, his thick thighs spread over the edge of the bed, feet firmly planted to the ground. Eyes already piercing the door frame, he stared at you, scarred lips pressed into a thin line.
âCâmere.â
The air around him was hot, wafting tobacco and mint off of him like it always does. Every angry, tense nerve of his body shrouding the room in a dark, heavy air.
You settle between his legs, standing sheepishly as his warmth surrounds youâa hand settling on the skin just beneath your ass.
Swallowing hard, your palms rested on the broad expanse of his shoulders, rough grip pulling you towards him as he stared up at you through hooded eyes.
âBaby,â he mumbled, thumb flicking the top off his now-empty pack, an irate vein bulging from the side of his throatâjaw clenched and cold.
âBeen smoking my cigs?â He asks flatly, his free hand holding up the carton for you to observe, carefully analyzing your expression.
âAnswer.â
You straightened your back, fingers tense on the fabric of his tee.
âJust a couple." The words were heavy and reluctantâa familiar tremor bubbled in your chest. âm'sorry Toj, theyâre just really expensive and sometimes I need to wind down,â
With a thick hand pulling you closer by the skin of your thigh, his cold eyes stared up at you through obsidian lashes.
"And what did I say about takin' em?"
You shifted your weight between feet, eyes darting to the floor in an attempt to avoid his oppressive stare.
"You don't want me to,"
He exhaled long and loud, the air fanning against the bare skin of your thighs, his head dropping down to peek into the carton againâwishing a cig would magically appear and aid his strive for relief.
"That's right."
The silence is loud. It's heavy, uncomfortable and weirdly intimateânerves buzzing from adrenaline.
"So, what now, hm?" he perks up, eyes stern and narrowed. Clearly you've got some sorta, oral fixation or somethinâ. Gotta be the only reason why you won't fuckinâ listen to me, right girlie?"
Your hands trembled against his tense muscles, unsure of what to do next, afraid to speak, to move, to breathe. But subconsciously, you nod and shudder, bottom lip tightly tucked between teeth.
"s'what I thought."
He rose, body warm against yours as he towered above, suddenly shrouded in his tall shadow. Staring down with that playful expressionâthe lustful nature of his fantasies were blatantly obvious from his dark-eyed smirk.
âHad a long day, pretty girl,â he began, a heavy hand on your shoulder applying the softest pressureâdelicate enough to pass as soothing, but perverted enough to make your knees weak. As you sank to the carpeted floors, your fingers traced the front of his thighsâhis gaze setting your nerves ablaze.
"And now I canât even smoke.â
You swallow hard, the edge in his voice slicing through your innocence, a weak quiver stuttering in your chest.
âAll cause you had to go around stealin' my cigs, even after I told you off.â
Your lips were squished together, puckered between his thick, calloused fingers squeezing your flushed cheeks. His grip was rough. Hard and mean, shaking your head side to side to further mock and tease you. Whatever remained of his playful demeanor was gone, leaving you with his fiery, determined admonitions.
You fucked up, you knew that.
But with the way he looked down at you, harsh and remorselessâyouâd gladly do it again.
With a large hand fisting your hair, he guided your head back a littleâmaking room for himself. His digits dipped below the waistband of his sweats, tugging it down to reveal his hardening lengthâbulging from beneath the stretched fabric of his underwear.
âGonna make it up to me, hm? Gonna let me fuck that little throat?â
His cock twitched at your eager nod, watching as you palmed him through the thin fabricâwarm and pulsing beneath palms. Entranced by your desire, his eyes raked over your every feature. The way your soft lips quivered, the way your fingers trembled around his waistband, the way your pupils dilated when you finally freed his cockâflushed red and dripping.
It hung low, heavy and thickâlarge veins running down the length to his wide angry tip, dribbles of pre-cum oozing from the slit. Your mouth watered at the sight, and you could barely keep yourself from him. He was warm under your touch, the pulse of rushing blood coursing through himâfeeling him twitch beneath your delicate strokes.
âTongue.â He growled, swatting your hand away from him as he awaited your compliance.
Saliva glistening on the muscle, his freehand reached down to guide his bulbous tip onto the flesh, softly tapping it against your taste buds.
âWant somethinâ in your mouth that badly?â
Glassy eyes stared up at him, cheeks flushed and eagerâstrings of precum and spit squelching with every pat of his leaky tip. He tasted bitter, warm and saltyâthe flavor addictive to your buds, shocks of lust melting your brain with each lewd tap.
âIâll give you something to wrap those pretty lips aroundâ"
His chest tightened, feeling you gently close around himâthe pressure of your warm mouth sending waves of pleasure through his nerves.
Seeing him like this, your usually tired, gruff old boyfriend letting his mask of loving indifference slip was quite the rarity. Yeah, heâd get rough, dark, dominantâbut nothing like this.
It just made you wetter, all desperate and lecherousâquivering legs pressed together in an attempt to relieve the pulsing ache between your thighs.
He noticed, he always does.
And with a devilish smirk tugging his scar, he thrust into your mouthâhips rolling forward, kissing his thick tip against the back of your throat. âPathetic.â
Another nudge of his hips sank him deeper into the warmth of your maw, maintaining a rough pace as he dragged you into each thrustâthick fingers tangled in your hair.
Tears gathered on your lashes, threatening to fall with each brutal touch of his length bruising your throat. The friction of his veiny cock against your lips was euphoric. Better than any cigaretteâthis was your real addiction, foam bubbling at the corners of your lips, running down your chin in a debaucherous concoction.
âLook at you.â
His face twisted in sadistic pleasure, obsessed with the sight of his cock disappearing into your mouthâthe feeling of your warm moans vibrating against him. It just made him rougher, tears running down your cheeks as he quickened his paceâunable to get his eyes off your pathetic expression.
"When will you fuckin' learn huh?"
He pushed further, cock buried to the hiltâyour nose pressed to the soft hairs of his happy trail. Tongue darting out beneath him, you traced his veins up and downâa shuddered, rough groan escaping him.
"Greedy girlâ"
He got closer and closer with every thrust, your heavenly maw encasing him so perfectlyâthe gooey warmth of your wet mouth like a drug.
"Never fuckin' listen."
Pulling back with a wet pop!, he watched as you caught your breath. His thumb traced the mess on your chin, face glazed with saliva and tearsâpretty little dark streaks decorating your cheeks. You reached up to work his cock, hands pumping and rolling over the tipâtracing his frenulum just the way he likes it.
âOpen.â He spoke, low and gravely.
His release painted your tongue a milky white. Thick ropes of cum filling your mouth with every squeeze of your fingers, your eager expression sending him even further over the edge. Lips wrapped around the tip, you bob your head, drawing out every last drop before swallowing hardâsavoring the warmth of his delicious load.
Tongue lolling out, you proudly show him your clean mouthâthe absence of his seed making his breath hitch.
âFuck, look at that. Swallowed every drop, hm?â
You nod, he smirks.
âGood girl,â a firm hand cupped your cheek, his calloused thumb stroking the skin. His hold was warm and soft, still riding out the high of his orgasm as he stared down at youâgaze loving and gentle.
âlearn your lesson?â He asked.
And despite the remorseful nod you gave him, you knew that wasnât true.
You knew that the second youâd hear the front door click! with the sound of him leaving for work, your grubby little fingers would already be digging in his coat pockets for a pack.
And when heâd catch you again, visibly fuming at the sight, youâd just ash the cigaretteâlooking up at him with those glossy doe eyes.
âSorry toj, canât help it.â
Then you were on your knees.
âSâmy oral fixationâ
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A/N: hiiiii hope u enjoyed. tis not proofread so i apologize for any spelling or grammar errors AGH. anyways HOW ARE YALL DOING? IS THE STRESS OF THE WORLD ALSO EATING YOU ALIVE?? if it is, dw babes just read more smut. <3 ok byee love u
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