F!ngering Gojo for the first time and watching him lose it.
(I’m Hispanic, I said what I said)
Satoru and you had been dating a few years now, so, it’s safe to say you guys were just about ready to finally do it now that you were both 23. After all, you’d been talking about doing it for a bit, no strangers to phone sex when he was away on missions. It was just a matter of finding the right time.
That, and a matter of preparing properly.
You and Satoru didn’t want to just do everything all at once, that felt way too jarring. What if you couldn’t get to the real thing because he took too long to open? So far whenever you guys jerked off over the phone, it was just that, jerking off. Satoru had never even fingered himself before, and any other intimacy you both had was either frotting or blowjobs.
So, you both planned it as a process, and today was the day you’d finger him for the first time.
You were both laid on your bed, side by side with your hand in his pants as you made out. You wanted to get more hot and heavy before starting, it would’ve felt too sterile otherwise. He was moaning against your lips already, never being one to hide his voice.
Your hand was slowly moving up and down his length, moving at an easy tempo to get started, and he was already humping at your palm desperately. He seemed even more turned on than you’d ever seen him, all due to the aspect that you’d be inside him today (technically).
“Mm, baby…” he moans against your lips, pulling back from the kiss first. “Let’s start, ok..?” He pleads, fingers picking at the fabric of your shirt to fidget with, coping with his anxiety at this next step in your relationship.
So, at his request, you pulled your hands out of his pants (causing him to whine despite the fact he’d asked for it) and sat up to reach for the lube on your nightstand.
It was only a few seconds that you were turned away but not having you right against him made him so nervous. He was facing the realization of what was happening in those split seconds.
He was worried about the pain, mostly, but he was also just thinking over the changes this would bring. You and him were about to become even closer, literally. This was the bridge to you guys actually making love for the first time, it was so close now.
After what felt like forever, you finally turned back to him, lube in hand. He watched as the viscous liquid dripped down onto your fingertips, coating them as you thumbed the liquid between each digit. God, were your hands always so hot? Was his chest always this tight? Has he been this hard the whole time?
You then finally looked up from the bottle toward him. God, you were so beautiful. You should look at him like that more.
“Can you slip out of your pants for me, baby?” You smiled to him. Ugh, he loved that smile so much. “Baby?” Oh- right. You told him to do something.
Satoru blinked himself out of whatever trance he was in, moving to quickly push his sweatpants down his legs. You couldn’t help but smile at him like he was the sweetest thing you’d ever seen. Only you got to see him like this, fumbling over himself and being so in love.
With toned legs— nearly as pale as marble —now exposed, you shifted back closer to him, chest to chest again. You curled an arm over his shoulders, letting your bicep be used as a pillow so he could get comfortable. Your free, and newly lubed up, hand then moved to snake between his legs. No underwear, such a good boy.
Satoru’s breath hitched when he felt your lubed-up finger circling his rim, coating the lube around it. The feeling was so foreign, so weird, but so welcomed. You could hear him whimpering in anticipation, unable to keep quiet even whilst biting down on his lips.
“Gonna put it in, ok? Just try to relax.” You whispered comfortingly into his ear, waiting for any form of response from him before going further. So, when Satoru nodded with some cute whimpers to accompany it, you slowly pushed in your middle finger.
His whimpers soon turned to whines. You could see him trying to stay strong, eyes widening slightly as he watched your finger slowly disappear into him. He could hardly believe it was really happening, feeling every centimeter of your finger push further and further into him.
It wasn’t super comfortable but it wasn’t as bad as he was expecting. He was expecting this searing burn based on how some guys explained it, but it was more subtle than that. He could feel his breathing getting heavier and didn’t want his arousal to fall so he started stroking himself to ease it. The pleasure blurring the stretch.
At some point he found his face tucked into your neck, whimpering as you were now a knuckle deep as just letting your finger still. “You ok?” You whispered against his soft head of hair, to which he murmured back a small “Yeah” against your pulse point.
It took a while, maybe 20 minutes later, but you were finally two fingers deep and he was nearly panting against your shoulder by now. You wouldn’t go adding any other fingers, but now was finally the point where it would get good.
“Satoru,” you called for his attention, prompting him to peek out from your shoulder and look to you. You couldn’t help but smile at him softly, he looked so cute with those furrowed brows and glossy sky-blue eyes. He’d likely been fighting back tears for a bit.
“I’m gonna get it going, ok? Let me know if you need me to stop.” You spoke softly, yet again waiting for a sign of acknowledgement before carrying on. He nodded yet again before mumbling. “Go easy…” as he peeled his hand away from his length, allowing himself to embrace whatever pleasure came of this.
You went slow at first, of course, just careful pulling your fingers out by an inch before slowly pressing back in. That elicited some shaky breaths, his now-unoccupied hand finding your shoulder. You let him get used to the pace, waiting until you heard his breathing steady a bit so you knew he could take more. Then you pulled out to your fingertips, almost making him whine with the loss before easily pushing back in, pushing a soft, shaky moan out of him.
You looked to him, the two of you making eye contact. He could understand what you were saying without a single word uttered. He knew you were about to crank up the heat, and he smiled to you with a breathless chuckle before cupping your nape and pulling you into a dance of tongues.
You then began properly thrusting your fingers in and out of him, doing so at a decent pace for a while until you heard whines and whimpers turn into real moans. That really egged you on.
You sped up your fingers, involving your whole arm far more by now. He gasped into your kiss, pulling away to catch his breath for a second and watch your fingers work at him before turning back to you and kissing you all over again.
He was moaning desperately into your mouth by now, ranging from low, hungry ones to high, needy ones. You’d never heard Satoru like this except when he was close to cumming but there was no way he was getting close yet, right? He usually lasted so much longer.
His walls were so tight around your fingers, either sucking them deeper or threatening to break them if they dared to leave. You could even feel Satoru rolling his hips, fucking himself back onto your fingers. Clearly he needed more, so you obliged.
Your hand moved faster, fucking in and out of him to test how he liked it. If Satoru’s squealing told you anything it was that he definitely liked it. His hips were reduced to twitching now, unsure of where to go now that the pleasure was being brought right to his backdoor. You could feel his panting against your lips. He sounded like he couldn’t choose between moaning, breathing, or kissing.
“Hah.. hhh- ahhahahh..”
You took a second to slow down for your hand’s sake but also so you could dig a little deeper, searching for that mythical treasure so many pornos spoke of. The one that could make Satoru see more stars than what existed in his domain.
Suddenly your fingers made contact with a small bud, and before you could even be curious about it Satoru confirmed what it was.
“A-ah! Fuck- ah fuuhhuck..” he threw his head back as he moaned before immediately curling back in on himself.
Fuck, he sounded so hot. You captured his lips once again, causing him to whine as you overwhelmed him. Your fingers hadn’t stopped moving either which didn’t help him to stabilize his breathing.
Now that you knew where that special bundle of nerves was, how could you not abuse it for the sake of sending your angel to cloud nine?
Your hand was moving in an out of him at that perfect pace you now knew he loved, doing your best to hit at that spot with only a slight wavering in your aim. Satoru’s legs began shaking, his back arching. He moved the hand that had been digging into your shoulder to your chest, gripping at the flesh of your peck through your shirt desperately.
He suddenly started hitting at your chest, not harshly but almost like tapping out of a fight. You knew what that meant and you didn’t stop, he was getting close. He always tried to run away from his own ecstasy, especially with this new foreign source.
When you didn’t let up he broke the kiss, crying out your name. “Y/N! Y/N-!”
His voice broke as he pushed at your chest, trying to squirm away from you. Your arm over his shoulder then snaked behind his back, hand cupping his side to hold him down as he tried to sit up, as if he’d ever want to run away from this.
“Little more, baby.” You cooed, holding him back down onto your bed. You looked down at his face now that you had him stilled, and he was so fucking pretty. His eyebrows furrowed and twisted up, eyes closed so tightly it almost looked painful, nose scrunched up so prettily. You could even see some tears wetting his white lashes.
“Ah- ah- ah- ah-!” It was like he was moaning with every thrust, body rocking up and down with the force, causing your bed to creak. His knees then suddenly lifted, calves flush to his thighs as they nearly pressed to his chest. His back arched all over again, upper back sort of crushing your forearm but you could withstand it.
His eyes shot wide open like he could believe the pleasure flooding his own body. He was in disbelief at how good it felt. He saw the porn and read some online posts about it but nobody ever said it felt like this! His thighs closed tightly around your wrist, meeting with a clap as the two masses of muscle squeezed at your hand.
He then shot up again, trying to sit up as his wide eyes stayed fixated on your hand fucking in and out, and in and out now that his thighs opened back up only seconds later. He was about to push himself up and close his legs again but you moved that hand from his side down to the back of his thigh, forcing his leg open and pressed back onto his ribs.
“Y/N! Y/N!” He cried out again as you yanked him back onto the bed, his legs flying up from the force, his ass almost lifted as well before being forced right back down by the force of your fingers in him alone. Holy shit- he couldn’t do this. It was too much!
His body was just scrambling for purchase now, his abdomen coiling almost painfully as pleasure filled his every nerve. Oh, he knew this feeling well but it was so much more than it ever was this time. He was basically screaming by now, crying out in broken, open-mouthed moans as he gave up on calling out for you.
His body was so hot, his chest was so tight, all of his limbs felt absolutely electrified. Fuck, he was gonna die. He was gonna die. This was too much. How could just your hand inside him do this? How the hell? It was so good, so so good he couldn’t stay still.
With one last loud cry his head shot back again, his upper body twisting so he could hug your head to his chest, back arching into you one last time before he came all over his now-wrinkled shirt. Each white rope almost came out in quick spurts, like his body was just eager to force whatever he could out after all that. Emptying every bit of what he’d just felt.
The relief was so fucking good. You hand fucking him through it before gradually slowing as his nerves dulled out to soft hums of the pleasure that once lit them up. His back fell flat onto the mattress again as he panted, chest rising and flaking rapidly but gradually easing. He could even feel the ache in his heart ceasing after a while.
He stayed still like that for a while, head tilted back into your pillow, arm wrapped around you, legs limply open. He was so at peace now that his body calmed down. Fuuuck, maybe he had died. There was nothing he could imagine that could ever make his body feel this light.
After however long (he couldn’t really tell) you kissed at his open and easy-access throat, soft kisses to ground him back to reality. He almost wanted to swat you away like you were waking him up from one hell of a good dream, but then he remembered he wasn’t in heaven, just sweating on your bed with his own cum drying on his shirt.
He took a deep breath and sighed blissful like he just took the best drink of water he’d ever had. He slowly brought his head back down to face you, looking into your eyes with his own foggy, half-lidded ones. His eyelashes were damp with tears that sat there and never left, only soaking his waterline. His lips were glossy with your mixed saliva but such a pretty pink, plumped slightly due to the bruising kisses.
“Hey…” you whispered softly, allowing your words to register and ground him. Once they processed, a slow, cute smile grew onto his face. “Hey…” he replied.
After a while of just looking at each other you finally leaned in to kiss again, a soft, wholesome one compared to your earlier makeouts.
Whilst kissing you, he began to think.
If it felt that good to get fingered, how the hell was your dick gonna feel?
i have recently started watcing BNHA (very late, i know) and the amount of fuckboy dabi fics the fandom have is pissing me off. he is a virgin loser who has never felt the touch of another, fight me on this
scary, silently brooding type of men who people gossip and speculate to be a total beast in bed. bonus points if he has muscles or just broad in physique, he looks like the ‘dom daddy’ type to the swooning people looking at him. the speculations only grows worse if they see you two walking together and you’re shorter than him, even by a single centimeter. he must treat you so roughly in bed, how does one even keep up with his monstrous stamina?
oh yes, how indeed..
“u-uuunngcc… sh-soowryy” whining in your ears, the so called ‘dom daddy’ was close to sobbing as his knees shook under his weight, strong arms wrapped deathly tight around your shoulders as he sniffles into your shirt like a pathetic mutt.
“m-missed yoouu.. guufck♡︎ pl-pleashe… lemme..” full on out sobbing now, your beefy boyfriend bucks his hips into your hand again, his earlier cum coating your palms that ended up squelching in a filthy manner as his legs shook. it was just one round, a few little tugs at his half hard cock and rubbing him over his pants and he had ended up cumming like an inexperienced teen. it was embarrassing, it should be embarrassing, but right now, your boyfriend was more happy being a cute needy little thing with you.
“let you what?” your hand tightens around the sensitive tip of his cock, making him blabber about how cruel you were unintelligibly. he couldn’t even bring his head up from where he had hidden them into your neck, shaky hands pawing at the material of your shirt to ground his melting brain. squeezing his cock head a bit tighter, you place your thumb over his weeping slit, feeling his cock twitch in your grasp, “let you what, my pretty boy?”
your boyfriend whines loudly at that, hearing that nickname that makes him melt like a puddy in your hands within seconds. he was a pretty boy, your pretty boy and you loved him. you loved your pretty boy. yours. only yours. he was always your pretty boy.
“let meengc..” trailing off, he found himself growing uncharacteristically shy as he swallows a moan. he had asked plenty of dirty requests from you before. sucking your strap under your table, getting fucked in an alley, even slipping up and calling you master during one of your anniversary sex nights.
“l-let me… cum.. on your hands..” he manages to whisper his requests after struggling to say it aloud, refusing to look you in the face in fear of cumming the moment he saw that hungry look in your eyes. feeling your thumb swipe harshly over his slit, he remembers his manners, adding in a squeaky, “p-please!” afterwards.
“good boy. my pretty boy is a good boy who knows his manners, ain’t that right?” you coo, unable to help yourself as you hear the shaky tone of his voice. look at him, a man bigger than you, who probably has some criminal record lying somewhere and yet he couldn’t even being himself to look you in the face to properly beg for attention, shaking and whining like some dog in heat.
“unnh—! uh-hhuuhh…” his hair tickles your neck as he nods, teeth nibbling on your collarbone as your hand starts to move again, squeezing at the tip and rolling your palm over his base to get his legs kicking.
“g-good… ‘m a good boyyy.. y-your! y-yours… your good boy, your prettyyynng..! ah! aanggh♡︎!!” blabbering against your skin, his legs occasionally kick under his weight as his back arches, pushing his heaving chest flush against yours. you could smell his sweat this close, but you didn’t care when he was crying so cutely in your ears.
rubbing the spot under his tip, occasionally smoothing your palm over his slit, it doesn’t take long for your sensitive boyfriend to be cumming on your hands just like he asked. digging his nails tightly into your shoulders over your shirt, his knees buckled under him as he sobbed your name. your hand was soiled in his cum now, and your shirt was stained as he cried into your stomach to ride out his high.
patting his soft hair, you feel how he preens under your touch like some needy cat, pushing his head into your palm. as much as you would like to fist his locks, he was just so cute today, you couldn’t bring yourself to act mean to him. at least, not now. instead, you push his head away from yours stomach just a bit, pushing your cum stained hand in front of his gasping mouth.
he didn’t needed to be told twice. opening his mouth bigger, taking your fingers into his mouth and sucking at them. lapping at your palms, looking up at you through tears stained lashes as he bobs his head against your fingers. such a pretty boyfriend. not a ‘dom daddy’ type at all.
➭ dabi (written with him in mind obv), aizawa, edgeshot, capitano, zandik, jiyan, geshu lin, quiyuan, calcharo, varka, jing yuan, blade, dan feng, phainon, ashveil, gepard, diavolo, beelzebub, muriel + honestly, whoever you like♡︎
warnings: switchy!gojo x switchy!f!reader, virgin reader?? (well, she has pegged guys in the past but has never been interested in penetrating sex), cursing, Gojo wearing panties and a buttplug, playing with his nipples, fingering him, sucking your fingers, eating you out and fingering you, you squirt, pegging him
character: Gojo Satoru
“Don't be scared.” Geto patted your head, smiling from ear to ear. You hated this, all of it. As socially awkward as you are, you were surprised you made it past orientation week, all due to the help of your lovely cousin, who was with you every step of the way. One thing about you is that you didn't like interacting with people. You didn't even like looking at them.
So you stayed close to your cousin, who didn't seem to mind you hanging around with them. Quite the opposite. He seemed delighted, introducing you to all of his friends, taking you everywhere, waiting for you when your breaks started. And you didn't want to admit it, but you were happy he was by your side.
He had introduced you to all of his friends. Well, almost all of his friends. One was missing, he told you. Said friend decided on skipping the first week of the new semester since it wasn't that important anyway if you weren't fresh meat.
You had heard all sorts of things about that friend, and you hadn't even met him yet. Shoko described him as menacing. Nanami described him as an idiot. Geto told you you'd have to get used to him. What was that supposed to mean?
But you would find out soon enough. You were sitting in the cafeteria with your cousin and his friends, chatting it up with Shoko, when suddenly heads turned, laughter and conversations died down as a tall, blue-eyed, pretty guy stepped through the doors.
He was swarmed by girls almost immediately. By the annoyed faces your table was making, that was most likely Geto's best friend. Whatever his name was. When he finally managed to make his way through the crowd, he plumped down next to Geto with a wide grin on his face. Wrapping his arm around him immediately.
“Don't touch me, Satoru.” He groaned, trying to push him away to no avail. Satoru whined, pushing his shades up, sad puppy dog eyes staring right at your cousin.
“Suguru, did you not miss me?”
No answer. Geto rolled his eyes, taking a sip of his drink, while the white-haired guy tried kissing your cousin on the cheek.
Looking at him up close like this, you understood why all those girls were swarming him just seconds ago. He had a pretty face, even prettier eyes, and the body of a God. You stared at him intensely, mustering him from top to toes. He would totally be your type if he were to like it up the ass.
Suddenly, he smirked and winked at you. You hadn't noticed you had been staring at him so intensely. Immediately, you looked down at your plate, nervously fiddling with your cutlery. Geto slapped the back of his neck, telling him to leave you alone. “This is my cousin I told you about. Y/n.”
You looked up briefly, staring into his eyes, noticing the subtle bite of his lower lip, before you looked back down. “Well, it's nice to meet you, Y/n.”
You nodded, not looking up at him again. And you decided not to look at him for the rest of your lunch break before going to your dorm room to study. But somehow, the only thing you could think about while studying was those pretty eyes of his. When your cousin called you up to ask if you needed some help studying, you said yes. You'd never decline a study session with the weapon fashioned against every subject in history. He knew it all. You made your way over to his dorm after declining his offer to come by your dorm (your room was a mess).
On your way there, face buried in study sheets, you bumped into Gojo. Literally. Somehow, anyone but your cousin called him Gojo, which had you questioning their relationship for a second. But then you remembered Gojo was definitely not your cousin's type. You turned a sharp corner without looking, and boom, you and your sheets were on the floor. He was as big and as strong as a rock; it caught you off guard. When you looked up, your eyes widened.
“Hey there, pretty girl.” You frowned, looking around, trying to figure out who he was talking to because you were certain it wasn't you. He let out a chuckle, getting on the floor himself, picking up your sheets and handing them to you. “I'm talking to you.”
“M-Me?!” It wasn't supposed to come out like that. Like you were surprised he was even looking in your direction. He lent you a hand, helping you off the floor. You thanked him nervously, wanting to rush into Suguru's room immediately. But he stopped you, blocking your way with his body. You gulped, seeing as his chest was practically bouncing in your face. Your heart skipped a beat or two as he held onto your arms with one hand, keeping you in place. Those big, strong arms of his wouldn't let you move even an inch. You took in the strong scent of his expensive cologne, and you were dangerously close to fainting. And he liked seeing you squirm like this. Made him want to toy with you even. Then, his hand reached for your head.
“Sorry, you had something in your hair.” He let go of you, moving out of your way. “See you around, Y/n.”
It had to be a sin to be this hot. The way your name rolled off his tongue so smoothly made you want to do unspeakable things to him. And just like that, he was gone. It is better that way, you thought to yourself. You didn't need any further embarrassment. Shaking your head, trying to find your way back to reality. As soon as you entered Suguru's room, he asked you if you had seen his white-haired friend while walking to his room. You said no, which confused him since he had left to reach his room next door just a few moments prior. He shrugged, and you two started studying.
Studying with him was no joke. He treated every segment of your studies like some military base. It was hard. The worst part of it all? He took your breaks seriously. If you said you'd take a five-minute break, he'd remind you that you two were going to start studying thirty seconds before the time was up. But at least that helped your notes stick in your mind. It was late when you decided not to be a burden to your cousin anymore. He was clearly tired, and you told him you'd continue studying by yourself.
After promising, he let you go. And when he told you he'd walk you to your dorm, you declined. There was no reason to do all that. The building was right next door. So you started going, walking down the hall. When you turned the corner, you walked into Gojo again. This time, he was unlocking his door. “We've got to stop meeting like this.” He remarked, showing you that pretty smile of his. You chuckled awkwardly because you really had to stop walking into him. You had no idea how much more embarrassment you could take.
“What are you doing out here?” The sound of your voice even surprised you a bit. He was taken aback by the question since you had spent all day looking down when he looked at you and ignoring him as best as you could. But you finally being ready to talk to him put a smile on his face.
He raised the bag in his hand. “Got some food.” He muttered, leaning against his door frame.
You nodded, slowly turning on your heels before you'd embarrass yourself. But before you could leave, he called out for you again. Turning to face him, he was rubbing the back of his neck, avoiding looking into your eyes. “Do you want to join me?” Hesitation flooded through your veins.
Suddenly, your eyes caught a glimpse of something. His thumb tugged at the waistband of his pants, pulling it out just enough for you to spot something that would change the whole course of the night. A baby-blue panties string. You frowned, eyes moving back up his body, staring at his face. What did he do? Bite down on his lower lip. On that plump, sexy lip of his, eyes all needy. And that's when all your restraints broke loose. You looked around for approximately three seconds. Turning your head left and right before your hands grabbed his waist, pulling him into a rough kiss.
Immediately, he chuckled into the kiss, pulling you in closer by wrapping his arms around your neck. With that, you were in his room, making out sloppily, kicking the door shut behind you, the sound of lips smacking against lips filling the room. It took Gojo a moment to set down the bag and immerse himself in your kisses, drowning in your touches. Within seconds, you two plumped into his bed with you on top of him.
Through your hazy vision of lust, the only thing you could see was his desire. You looked at him while your hands made their way under his shirt, trailing up his abdomen, roaming over his chest, while simultaneously tugging up the fabric of his shirt. You wanted to see those titts you walked into earlier. Grabbing the fabric and pushing a piece of it into his mouth had him smiling. Playing with his nipples had him squeezing his eyes shut.
Then you leaned down, taking one of his pecs into your mouth, tongue tracing around the little bud while your hand twitched and tugged at the other nipple. He arched his back off the bed, letting out a soft whine. Teeth grazing against his nipples, your hand wandered down his body, pushing his legs up.
“Your nipples are quite sensitive, huh?”
His face turned beet red, but he smiled through the embarrassment. “I'm even more sensitive down there.” He muttered, pulling his legs up to his chest, all while biting down on his lower lip. You were sure at some point you'd die of a heart attack looking at that pretty face of his. You helped him pull off his pants, leaving him in the panties you had caught a glimpse of earlier. And to your surprise, he had been wearing a butt plug all along.
You would have started drooling if you had let yourself. “D-Do you like it?’’ The subtle hesitation in his voice only fueled your desire to ravish him even more.
You didn't say anything. Pressing kisses down the back of his thighs, biting soft marks into his pale skin, all while staring at him, had him questioning you completely. Where was his shy best friend's cousin from earlier? The one who couldn't even look him in the eyes minutes ago? What he didn't know, you weren't you when you were horny. Quite the opposite. It seemed like you turned into a whole other person the second you were aroused.
“You're driving me crazy here.” Pushing his panties to the side, you pulled out his buttplug slowly, drawing a slight wince from him. As soon as it was out, his hole started clenching around nothing. Before he could say anything, you pushed three of your fingers into his mouth, ordering him to suck on them. Get them all nice and wet for you. His tongue trailed alongside your fingers, mouth sucking on them. All while looking up at you.
When you pulled them out, you pushed your fingers into him, tugging at his hair. He let out a whimper, mouth falling open. Leaning forward, you entangled his lips in a soft kiss, fingers moving inside him steadily, swallowing all of his whimpers. He wrapped his arms around your neck, pulling you deeper into the kiss. It was intense, heated, filled with lust and a deep sense of desire. With every thrust of your fingers, with every kiss you pressed against his lips, he found himself losing himself further. Losing himself completely in your touch.
When you pulled away from the kiss, having him follow you in a daze with puffy lips, you pressed a soft kiss to the corner of his mouth, trailing down his jaw, making your way all the way to his sensitive neck. And boy, was he sensitive. As soon as you sucked on his neck, he whimpered, hands falling from around your neck, pressing against your chest. He wanted to push you away; it was too much. He really wanted to… Well, that's what he thought. Because his body wouldn't let him.
As you continued to suck soft marks into his skin, he bit down on his lower lip. As pathetic as it sounded, he was close. Dangerously close. So close he couldn't even warn you before he came all over himself. He let out a series of high-pitched whimpers, slumping back against his pillows. He closed his eyes as his orgasm washed over him. When he opened them again, you stared at him, a downturned smile plastered on your face. “You came without my permission…” You sighed all sad, looking away from him. His eyes widened at your expression. You genuinely looked hurt.
“I'm sorry.” He exclaimed, one of his big hands reaching out to cup your face, caressing your cheek softly. You nuzzled into his touch, taking in his scent. Fuck, he smelled so good. Too good. “How can I make it up to you, sweetheart?”
You opened your eyes to him, tilting his head to the side, waiting for an answer from you. Lost in his eyes, you stuttered. “I w-want to kiss you again…” You were hesitant, fiddling with your fingers, back to the shy girl from earlier.
He laughed, leaning in close to you, whispering against your lips. “I'll kiss you all you want, Y/n.” That did it. He pressed a soft kiss to your lips, turning it into something else, slipping his tongue into your mouth.
Then, you pushed him away. “Stop seducing me, do you know how easy I am?!”
He laughed, pulling you back in. He didn't care. Quite the opposite. In any case, he loved how easy you were for him. Flipping you two over, he hovered over you, pressing kisses all over your face, trailing down your neck, pushing up your shirt. He grabbed your waist softly, licking a stripe down your abdomen. You arched off the bed, and he pressed a teasing kiss to your side before pulling off your pants alongside your panties.
“Spread your legs a little, pretty girl.” Hesitantly, you did as told, covering yourself up with your hands. ‘’Come on,” he whispered, prying your hands off your pussy gently. You were soaking wet already, which wasn't surprising. Holding back was your speciality. “Don't be shy now.”
He licked a stripe up your wet cunt, tongue twirling around the sensitive bundle of nerves. You let out a whine, trying to close your legs to no avail. His hands pryed your legs open, pushing them apart, pressing soft kisses to your inner thighs. “This is a pretty pussy you've got here.” Using his thumbs, he spread your folds, lazily flicking his tongue along them once again. Slurping up your juices, sucking on your clit, pushing his tongue towards the entrance of your hole.
He had you shaking, whimpering, hand tangled in his messy hair. You threw your head back in pleasure, eyes rolling back when he focused all of his attention on your clit. “S-Satoru-!” That was the first time he had heard his name rolled off your tongue. The tone of your voice, his name on your lips, the way you tugged on his hair had his dick and hole twitching. And he continued eating you to his fullest abilities.
Pushing your legs up further, all the way up to your chest. Eating you out like there was a gun pointed at his head. All while your moans fueled him. His ego. When your legs started shaking around his head, he knew you were close. He had you right where he wanted you. Just as suddenly as he had started eating the life out of you, you came.
Hard.
Your orgasm washed over you like a surprising wave crashing down onto you. You gripped his hair tightly, making him whimper into your cunt, only for the vibrations of his voice to spur you on further. Trying to push him away, you tried closing your legs to no avail. He pinned them down forcefully, not budging at all.
Then you felt one of his fingers prodding at your hole. Your eyes widened as he eased himself into you. And for a moment, you stopped fighting him. His long, thick finger pushed past your wet, warm folds, enveloping him in your warmth.
“Fuck,” he whispered against you, pressing soft kisses to your clit. “You're so tight.” Well, obviously, you had never done this before. Matter of fact, you hadn't seen this coming at all.
Usually, when you'd touch guys, make them feel good, they'd be too tired to take care of you after. You tend to have that type of effect on people, which you pride yourself on. And you didn't mind at all. You were not interested in anything that involved penetrative sex and you being on the receiving end.
Until now.
“Are you okay?” He asked, his pretty eyes looking up at you as he started sucking on your clit again. You let out a groan, nodding haptically, having him curl his finger inside you. With time, he added another finger. You were so sensitive, seeing as you had come already. So when he started moving fast, tongue slithering across your clit, fingers curling inside you deliciously, it didn't take long for you to cream and squirt all over his fingers.
Again, it was all so sudden. The tight knot in your stomach unravelled, your eyes rolled back in your head, your grip on his hair loosened, and a thin licking sprayed out of you. He helped you through your high, pressing kisses to your soft thighs, your tummy, rubbing circles into your sides, bringing you back into his room. You had never felt anything like this. You had never had an orgasm like this.
“Whoa,” you whispered, still in shock when he brought you a damp, warm towel. Cleaning you up and making sure you were okay, he rested next to you, wrapping his arm around your waist and pulling you close to him. You couldn't even look at him right now. And he was cheesing, smiling down at you.
“Are you okay?” When you turned your head to look at him, he had that sly little smirk on his face.
“Shut up.”
He nodded, one finger tracing circles into your stomach. “Can I have a kiss?”
On another occasion, you'd shove him away, turn around and go to sleep. But you'd let it slide just this once. Pulling him into a kiss, hand trailing down his waist, moving to his backside, he giggled into the kiss. You could feel him growing hard against you, subtly humping you. He pulled away from the kiss, and you continued trailing kisses down his neck. “I can get my new strap.” He whispered, pushing his head back to give you more access.
That's what you had been waiting for. He walked over to his closet, grabbing the strap in question, with you staring at his ass intensely. No shame at all. Walking back over, he helped you put on the strap, hovering over you. He grabbed some lube from his nightstand, squirting it all over the toy, distributing it evenly. Then, he positioned himself accordingly, right on top of you, sinking down on the toy.
Slowly, he bottomed out while a shiver ran down his spine. Letting out a whimper when he reached the very end of the toy. Resting his hands on either side of your head, with your hands placed on his waist, he leaned down to press a kiss to his lips before he started moving slowly. First, he started grinding slowly, back and forth and in circles. He squeezed his eyes shut, moving his hips in a wave motion, letting the toy penetrate his inside while you watched him.
He could feel you watching him. When his eyes fluttered open, and he saw your star-struck face, he smiled to himself, pushing his thumb into your mouth. You looked so pretty with your mouth full. Slowly, he started bouncing up and down on the toy, making sure to hit his sweet spot whenever he sank down on it. He closed his eyes again, legs shaking and drooling as he started getting into it. When you sucked on his fingers, he whined at the sensation, throwing his head back.
One of your hands on his hips started slamming him down on the toy. The other pumped his dick deliciously but slowly, squeezing around it, preventing him from coming.
“P-Please…”
“Please what?” he had no idea what he was begging for. Progressively, with every movement of his hips, with every bounce on the toy, he lost a piece of his domineering confidence. He moved his thumb out of your mouth, leaning back to hold onto your legs while making himself feel good on the toy. His legs were spread wide, leaving nothing to the imagination. Your cousin's best friend was bouncing on your dick, and you loved every second of it.
“W-Wait…” He pushed your hand away gently, freeing himself from your strokes, before letting the toy slip out of his hand. “I almost came…” he muttered, slumping down, head resting in the crook of your neck. For a second there, you just held each other. He listened to your heartbeat, and you drew circles into his sides. And you stayed there until he was ready to continue.
When you woke up the next day, you thought it had all been a dream. A good but weird dream. Your eyes fluttered open, having to get used to the sunlight shining throughout your room. You stared up at the ceiling and felt nauseated. Why would you ever have a dream like this? You were a total pervert. A freak. You were fully convinced it had been a dream until you tried to move, and you couldn't. It was like something was holding you back. Or better yet, someone. When you looked down, Gojo's arms were wrapped around you tightly. So it had not been a dream? You had to get out of there.
When you tried prying his hand off you, he wouldn't move. Not even an inch. And just when you were about to start panicking-
“Close your eyes and go back to sleep.” He whispered, voice raspy from his tiredness.
“B-But-”
“Shh, sleep, baby.” He dismissed you, covering your face with his big hand.
“Just to be clear, we're not dating.”
“Yeah, yeah.” He dismissed you once again, hand clasping over your mouth as he nuzzled into your chest.
Why on God's green earth did you decide to sleep with him? Out of all the people on campus? You rolled your eyes and decided to get some more sleep in. Your classes wouldn't start too early today, so you had some time before you had to leave.
Once you two got up, he gave you some of his clothes to wear so that you could sneak out of his room. While you were on high alert, watching the hallway through his peephole, making sure no one would see you, he did not give a fuck. Let them see, he would say, and you would just groan in frustration. You're an adult. Some adults have sex. Totally normal. Well, it wasn't since you had just fucked the university's golden boy. You were sure this rumour was going to spread like wildfire.
“Let's forget this ever happened.” You muttered, getting ready to open the door. You pushed down the door handle, opening the door slightly, before you were stopped in your tracks. He closed the door again, turning you around and pushing your back against the wall. Before you could say anything, he pressed his lips against yours, squeezing your cheeks with one hand. He slipped his tongue into your mouth immediately, having you melt into the kiss. Then he cupped your cheeks, staring into your eyes, smiling. “No, I'll see you at lunch.”
“What?!” He opened the door and pushed you out into the hallway. And before you could protest, the door was shut right in your face. You could hear him laughing through the door. Such a menace. You rushed outside the guys' building and made your way to your classes.
You couldn't even focus on class. But the most important thing is that you went and tried listening. But nothing stuck that day. After class, Geto waited for you. Together, you two walked towards a little diner where you were going to have lunch together. To your surprise, Gojo wasn't seated at the table, which had you letting out a sigh of relief. You didn't need him trying to get under your skin today.
But you put your guard down too late. He and Shoko walked in a few minutes later, and he sat right in front of you. Luckily, he didn't say anything to you. Hell, he didn't look at you. Maybe he was really going to behave today.
Suddenly, you felt something making its way up your leg. Without anyone noticing, you peeked under the table. It was his leg. He was trying to tease you.
Immediately, you stood up, saying you had to go to the bathroom. You had to ground yourself, and he had to fix your attitude. When you turned on your heels about to leave, he called out your name. What now? You thought to yourself. You turned to face him, and he grabbed something from his pocket, resting it on your table side.
“You forgot your earrings last night.”
Everyone stared at you. And that's when he decided it was the perfect time to leave and take care of some other businesses. Leaving you there after throwing a grenade into the room. He smiled at you, patted your head while walking past you and stepped out of the diner.
_J-just one more time, Oh! F-fuck - Bachira's broken voice echoed through the warm room, while his trembling thighs recovered from his recent orgasm, his breathing heavy and panting as he felt his penis give its final spasms.
His reddened penis, its flesh overstimulated, trembling in the pool of semen forming on your belly, his buttocks clenched against the silicone circumference fastened at your waist, massaging his own prostate with your toy, biting his lower lip while smiling mischievously and playfully.
_Are you sure you can continue, Megs? - Your voice made him shake his head positively, as he took a deep breath and straightened his posture again, his firm, workout legs being used to propel himself as he fucked himself with your strap-on.
_Y-yeah.. I just want one more.. I-I can do it - Holding back a few moans between sentences, Bachira slowly begins to move, one hand on his own toned stomach, a smile threatening to appear as he felt the toy's bulge against his belly.
_You really are a prostitute, addicted to my dick, you can't think about anything else, can you, darling? With your provocative words, he could only nod while drooling from the corner of his lips, increasing the speed, then returning to bouncing vigorously on your lap, you stretched him so well, and hit all his good spots.
His member throbbed weakly with the overwhelming pleasure, the next wave of orgasm seeming much more intense, causing him to roll his eyes and sweat dripped from his forehead. But did you know that if it were up to Bachira, this was far from over.
Warnings: reader has a cock, blow job (receiving), choking, deep throating, hair pulling, cum play (eating/on the face), teasing, degradation, dacryphilia, finger fucking, oral fixation, he’s a perv that loves you too much, mouth inspection
Him sucking you off under the table~ lots of oral fixation and cum play~
Word count: 4.1k
Sometimes, your boyfriend was worse than an animal in heat, and today was one of those days.
You were sitting at a desk, already preoccupied and busy when he decided he wanted it. Right now.
But instead of asking for sex like any normal person would, or by giving subtle hints, he decided it’d be a good idea to climb under the table and shove his face between your legs. His eyes stared right up at you with this fake-innocent look you were far too familiar with. “What are you scheming now.” You pushed your chair back a little and clicked your tongue at the sight, but still decided to give him the benefit of the doubt— big mistake there.
“Ohh I’m not. You just look kind of stressed out~” he leaned his cheek against your inner thigh, his hands coming up to rest on your legs, “I thought I’d help you… blow off some steam?” Truth be told, you knew from this point onwards you wont be able to finish whatever you were doing, yet you still resisted for the fun of it, “not right now, I’m busy. Get out from under there.”
“Booo, that’s no fun.” A pout formed on his face, and he opened his mouth wide, tilting his head back slightly to give you a better view. His hand reached up to point towards his tongue, as if that move was anywhere near necessary, “I can use my mouth~ I know you like it when I do.” The grin that followed was one of pure cheekiness and smug, self-confidence. And before you had the chance to voice your arguments, he smushed his face into your crotch.
His jaw was wide as he mouthed at your cock through your clothes, obviously not giving a damn about a right place or right time. “You— fuck…!” You couldn’t help the sharp hiss that slipped through, your fist slamming onto the table above him. “Hmmm〜♡” he hummed, eyes sparkling with mischief as he enjoyed himself. Like a worshipper at an altar, he lapped and sucked at you until he felt you hardening under his lips, then smirked all satisfied. That fuck-ass smirk, you were going to wipe it off his face at some point.
“Still gonna object?” He mumbled straight into your groin, making you shudder with goosebumps, the spots he’s been licking at were all soaked through with drool. “Not like you’ll stop even if I do.” A bead of precum seeped to the surface, and he moaned at the taste like some kind of cheap hooker. He couldn’t help himself, he just really adored your musk. “Mhmm~! Ahh… it’s been so long ♥︎♡ I missed the taste of you.” You clicked your tongue at the display, scoffing, “you just got a taste recently, the hell you on about?”
With his familiar sulking face, he snapped back at you, “that’s a long time for me.” He closed his eyes and took a deep breath, inhaling your scent as if drunk on it. A faint blush dusted his face and ears as he chuckled in satisfaction. “Are you some kind of incubus or what?” He didn’t answer that one, for he was too focused on freeing your cock from the cage that was your trousers. His hands twitched upwards for a split second, before a better idea crossed his mind. Why use his hands when he could just—
“…of course you had to be extra like that.” You stared down at him, both speechless and kind of impressed, watching him use his teeth to unzip your pants. It was a struggle to not use his hands, of course, but he knew something about it gets you all hot and bothered. He nuzzled into your crotch to open up your clothes some more, sticking by this self-imposed ‘no hands’ challenge.
Once he saw all the pre you were leaking through your underwear, he licked his lips in anticipation, “someone’s more eager than they’d like to admit.” You let out a breathy laugh, one hand coming up to tangle in his hair, your hold firm but not yet painful, “don’t think I haven’t noticed you are also hard.” Your foot pointed to his erection, to which he shrugged.
“I’m honest about my desires. If I want it—” his hands gripped your thighs a little tighter, his teeth pulling down the last layer of restraint that was hiding you from him. It was just enough for your arousal to spring out, right into his face. He took it even further though by holding it with one palm, and rubbing his cheeks against it, like a cat nuzzling up to something to mark their territory, “—I get it.”
The feeling of his soft cheeks actively rubbing against your sex was weirdly exciting. You knew he was a slut, but even then you’ve never seen him debase himself this much. “Is that all you’ll do? Snuggling against my cock? Fucking hell, it’s not a plushie.” After hearing your annoyed groan, he pressed a kiss to the tip, “you just can’t wait to see me use my mouth huh?”
He tilted his head to the side, his tongue darting out to lick along the ridge of your head. It seems he’s paying special attention to your tip, while one of his hands wrapped around your shaft and fisted it lazily. These kitten licks at your most sensitive area was nothing but his way of teasing, and you were close to just slamming his head down your cock. “If you’re going to start shit like this, finish it properly.” You both knew he could do so much better than this, do so much more stimulating things. After all, he knew your likes and preferences like he studied it.
“I started it? So it’s my fault that you’re like this?” The tip of his tongue flicked over your slit a few times, catching any precum that leaked from you, making your grip in his hair tighten by a fraction. “Fuck— who else but you, huh??” He grinned deviously, eyes half-lidded as he looked up at you, “I blame your self control.”
His taunt, paired with the erotic view of him whoring himself out on your cock—pleasuring you—was giving you mixed emotions. On one hand you wanted to punch him for how obnoxious he was, yet as soon as you’d see the needy, raw desire in his eyes, your anger just vaporizes.
With a low sigh, you began combing your fingers through his hair, a gesture a comforting one that made him purr, “if you don’t start sucking on it like you mean it soon, I’m going to give you reasons to blame my self control.” He jerked, as if a switch’d been turned, his voice a teasing melody that couldn’t hide his excitement, “is that a threat?” “For you? I think it’s more like a reward.” Touché, he couldn’t argue against that. So instead, he repositioned himself, his mouth hovering right over your cock, “then I better get to work ♡”
Next thing you know, he swallowed your tip inside his mouth, his cheeks puffing out a little from the stretch. It wasn’t anything he couldn’t handle though, he was used to taking way more than just that. For now, he was still fine with only the tip, his tongue flattening out against the underside as he sucked greedily. It was so warm and wet inside his oral cavity, you could barely help yourself. His actions only grew bolder at your obvious enjoyment, your length twitching inside him from time to time.
He made sure not to use his teeth as he slowly descended, his lips stretched tight around your girth. He slowed down a lot compared to the rushed beginning, mainly because his throat refused to work with him today. “Mmmhh…! Ah— hnNghh…” He mumbled, the struggle clear in his voice, saliva trailed down his chin all sloppily. You guessed he was cursing under his breath, but you couldn’t exactly understand him when he’s stuffed full with your dick. Nonetheless, the vibrations send a nice little shiver down your spine, and your hips bucked up unintended.
The sudden movement made him rip his eyes wide open, and he immediately pulled off, choking a little, “urghh…! *Kofff, koooff* damn you…” you didn’t stop him and allowed him to catch his breath, not without a snarky remark though, “too big for ya? Or is your throat uncooperative after yesterday?” He shot you a slight glare, which only prompted you to tease him more, “what, you screamed and cried so much, how could I forget? My ears are probably still bleeding because of it.”
Oh now you’ve done it, he was so gonna get back at you for that. Without a single word, he drove back in, this time he arrived at where he was before way faster. His grip on your legs tightened, his chest heaving as he tried to regulate his breathing before taking you deeper. At this point his jaw was starting to get sore, he really needed to up his game.
“Still tryna deep throat it all?” You chuckled, cupping his face to hold him there, thumbs rubbing circles into the sides of his head, massaging his temporalis muscle to help ease the strain. The soft caressed were a drastic contrast to the hot heat resting in his gullet, creating a dizzying sensation that unraveled him piece by piece.
His eyes watered as he made a rash decision of trying to just shove the rest of it in, which had him groaning and trembling around you, “mhmfffhh…!!” Tears glistened in his lower eyelid, so close to rolling down his flushed cheeks. “Is my poor baby gonna cry?” He shot you a fierce glare at that infantilizing tone, then deliberately used his teeth to scratch you lightly.
“Ah— fuck!” You exclaimed, gripping his roots for purchase. His scalp stung under your grip, and he whined out as a result. What he did didn’t necessarily hurt, it was just uncomfortable and kind of surprised you, “that’s it, no more playing nice.” You snapped, and shoved his head down until his nose was crushed against your pelvis, forcing him to take all of you in one impossibly deep descent. He immediately gagged at the feeling of your tip hitting his palate, stretching his throat and making itself home inside him.
“Mhmmmff?! HnngHh—!!” He cried out, squeezing his eyes shut as he desperately tried to learn how to breathe again, his throat refusing to take it and choking repeatedly. The tears from before finally spilled down that pretty face, mixing with the drool dripping from his chin. His fingers dug into your skin, nails breaking flesh and leaving behind bright marks. The boy also ‘hit’ you a few times in mock anger. Much like the frown he was showing you, there wasn’t any heat behind it, just him acting out like always.
You kept holding him down, unmoving. But that also meant he wasn’t allowed to move either, forcing him to accommodate you while basking in the sensation of it. “If you need a break, tap my thighs three times. Otherwise, I’m gonna keep going.” Then, you tugged the hair that’s been sticking to his temple back and asked, “did you hear me?”
He nodded weakly, still coughing and hiccuping, though not trying to pull back. Why would he, anyways? This was the best part of it all, he just adored it when you’d snap and use him like some toy. Not that he’d ever say it out loud. Even so he did appreciate how you always made sure to set a safe word.
His throat convulsed whenever he tried to gulp down the saliva and precum that was pooling in his mouth, the tightening sensation making you gasp in response. You gritted your teeth, trying hard to restrain yourself until he was ready. It was getting increasingly difficult, he just looked so damn cute impaled on you.
“Deep breaths, in and out. I don’t have all day. Or were you planning on cockwarming me?” You groaned when he still couldn’t get used to the stretch after a hot minute, then slapped the side of his head gently, “c’mon now. Are you even trying?” He was! He was trying! Why don’t you try deep throating something that was big enough for him to feel in his lungs? “MfffHhh… ngHhh..!!” He tried to bite back at you. At least his muffled complains were quite entertaining.
“Pfff, I can’t understand you anyway.” You laughed to yourself, then slowly began rolling your hips into his mouth. “Don’t worry, I’ll be gentle.” As if he’d believe that. You both knew he didn’t want it gentle. By now, he has adapted to the stretch, his throat widening visibly to make it fit. Just the thought was enough to rile you up, and seeing it physically was even more lewd. “…hmmm…uh-uhmNggHh~♡” He soon started bobbing his head up and down, in rhythm to your thrusts.
Whenever his nose met with your pelvis, and your cock hit another deep spot in his throat, he’d whimper so deliciously. His eyes squinted into this petulant pout, permanently glaring at you. “Keep looking at me like that and I’ll cum soon.” You hummed, that expression was indeed pretty adorable and tempting, then you suggested, “shall we take it up a notch?” Before he could process what you meant by that, your other hand also tangled in his hair. With both hands now holding his scalp like some kind of makeshift leash, he didn’t need to guess what this was about.
You stopped with the lazy rolls and began fucking his face in earnest, pulling back until just the tip was in before shoving it all back down. “HnNghh—!! Ah-urghhmmm, g-guuuhh ♡♥︎♡” His eyes rolled back at the rough treatment, a series of whimpers escaping as his brain short circulated.
He was filled with you, everywhere, in the best way possible. His nose buried in your crotch, taking in your scent, his tongue tasting your fluids, his eyes and ears focused on your expressions and words, while his throat took your brutal thrusts. All of his senses were overwhelmed with nothing but you. It was to be expected that his body would protest against this perverted, nasty act, even if he was loving every single second of it. His throat kept fluttering around you, though it did only made you go harder.
The way his heart hammered in his chest was almost painful, like a never ending parade of drums. He could feel his air being punched out of him with every deep pound, everything in his larynx was burning like hell. By now, he was weeping freely, brows furrowed as he took what you gave with single-minded focus. His tongue trying it’s best to be proactive, to do something— yet your pace was so fast, he could barely react to it other than offering his body up to the one that will surely break him.
“You look so needy like this. So fucking sloppy.” You could barely hide your excitement as you used his tight mouth like some personal fleshlight, your vulgar words sending shivers straight to his groin, “like the taste of my cock? Like it when I fuck that pretty face of yours?” He couldn’t really answer verbally— of course he couldn’t, not with you filling him up to his nostrils, so all he did was nod meekly while moaning into your shaft.
“Don’t talk with your mouth full.” Even now, with him unable to do anything but take it, you were provoking him on purpose. He couldn’t even think of a good comeback right now, because his mind was so overwhelmed. It felt like he was drowning, his vision darkening at the edges as your voice rang in his ears. His own neglected cock was painfully hard, dripping and soiling the floor below. At this rate, all this sensory overload was going to make him cum untouched. Yet there wasn’t a single place where he’d rather be than right here between your legs, sucking you off like the slut he was for you ♥︎
And soon enough, his efforts bore fruit. You were close, damn close to spilling it all over his tongue. A sharp gasp echoed from above while your arousal twitched insistently against the back of his throat. “Ugh— haha… good job, I’m close. Keep that mouth spread a little longer, yes? Or tap my thighs if you don’t want me to cum inside.” You warned him, and he just moaned louder. “Mhmmm〜 hmm… nGhhuuu—uGhhmmfff ♥︎♡” He could tell you were on the edge even before you told him so, since otherwise your thrusts wouldn’t have turned so messy.
And right now? You were fucking him like you were chasing your own high, like he was just a hole to use and ruin, drinking up his gasps and sobs with no regards to his comfort. Naturally he could have stopped you with a simple tap, yet why the heck should he? He was loving this! He wanted to feel your hot seed filling him from the inside, trailing down his gullet and making his eyes water even more. This was the sweetest reward he could ever ask for, so won’t you please cum already?
Your pace came to a sudden stop as you slammed your hips up into his face one last time, holding him still while your climax washed over you. The sounds and curses that slipped from your lips were like music to his ears. The hot spill of your cum was both pain and ecstasy, mixed into a terrifying cocktail that fucked up his senses. You were cumming so much, he’s been forced to swallow while it kept coming— and even then it soon spilled from the edges of his lips, dripping down his chin.
What a waste… he wanted to swallow it all...! Which is why his shaky hands left your thighs and formed a flat bowl beneath where you two were connected, a desperate try at catching all the astray drops of seed. The gulping action kept making his throat tighten around you, as if trying to milk you dry. And it was working way too well.
You panted heavily before pulling his head off of your cock, a little worried that he’ll actually suffocate otherwise since he was holding his breath. But you weren’t done yet and ended up painting his face with the rest of your load, leaving behind this glossy fluid that stuck to him like glue. Some of the stripes got onto his chest and clothes, some were clinging to his hair… you didn’t account for this when you made that move.
As you pushed him off, he immediately gagged while his lungs screamed for air, eyes squeezed shut as he felt that sticky, thick fluid coat his cheeks and eyelids. His face was burning at this point, which was why your cum felt cold when it hit him. A full body shudder coursed through him as he gasped and heaved, trembling uncontrollably. “Ah— ahhHngh…! Ah… *kofff kooofff—* hnngh-hic” he was still shuddering in the aftermath, having also climaxed from the sheer intensity of what just transpired~
You kept holding his head by his hair, your grip loosening only after you finished painting your masterpiece. He looked debauched— more than just perverted. He was an absolute wreck, ruined to the point of no return. And by the looks of it? He relished in the fact that it was you who broke him.
As if him tasting and swallowing your cum wasnt filthy enough, now you’ve gone and defiled his face as well… Was ‘self control’ ever in the room in the first place?! And what’s with that dreamy, sheepish look on his face? His eyes were all glazed over while he stared up at you blankly, his mouth still gaped open, displaying how much you’ve filled him while cum dripped down in rivulets. “You alright there? Did anything get in your eyes? Does your throat hurt?” You sighed, wearing a faint smile while scrubbing the ropes of cum near his eyes away with your thumb.
He closed his mouth and gulped loudly, a clump travelled down his gullet before he parted his lips again, sticking his tongue out to show the empty inside. “My throat’s fine, and my eyes were closed,” he answered, though his voice showed obvious signs of use. It sounded all rough now, evidence of the damage you’ve caused.
“You didn’t have to drink it.” You said, while rubbing your own fluids between your fingers. The consistency was a little gross, you wouldn’t personally eat it. “I had to, you were cumming right down my throat.” He snarled, but then began licking the residual sperm from his hands. “…do you even see what you are doing right now? Are you that addicted to my taste?” With a heavy, speechless sigh, you tilted his head up to face you, and wiped the rest of the white liquid off his face, “besides, isn’t there a much bigger problem here than your hands?”
He huffed slightly, mumbling a small ‘whatever’ as he let you take care of him, secretly enjoying this moment with a low rumble in his chest. Once you were done moving the most of the sperm from his skin onto your digits, you placed your thumb on his bottom lip, a silent signal for him to open his mouth again. And he did, grabbing your wrist with both hands, before licking your fingers clean like a starved, wanton thing.
“You are such a slut.” You chuckled playfully, and he bit your thumb in retaliation, “hmm~ only for you ♡” As a result, you pressed down onto the middle of his tongue to force his jaw to widen, snorting, “haven’t you learned from the first time? Or are you doing this on purpose?” He met your gaze head on and just smirked all smugly, arching his back from where he was kneeling. His legs were cramping a little, but he just ignored it.
You toyed with his mouth a some more, acting as if you were ‘inspecting’ whether he actually swallowed it all. Moving his head from side to side, glancing into his oral cavity while also accidentally shoving your fingers a little too deep, triggering his gag reflex. When he heard your laughter, he pulled a frustrated and somewhat flustered grimace. “Well, since you did such a good job blowing me, I’ll let you off easy this time,” you decided. It might have been your imagination, but you thought you saw a flash of disappointment in his eyes.
After pulling your fingers out again, you wiped them with a tissue, before doing the same for him. He looked kind of empty while receiving aftercare. It made you wonder if he was cooking up some strange plans again. Which, as you’d soon find out, was indeed the case.
He took one glance at your crotch and drove back in, licking a long stripe with his tongue flat against the underside of your still half hard cock, declaring all smugly, “since we are cleaning up right now, shall I do it for you?” You were in disbelief, frozen still for a second before saying, “…haaaah. Really, is my dick all that’s on your mind?”
“Yesshhhhh ♡♥︎ you could keep me down here all day if you want~ and i’ll drink it all up ♥︎♡♥︎” he said without missing a beat, already kissing the tip with a newfound enthusiasm. This was him trying to catch every drop he’s missed, retuning the favor of you wiping his face. He was being extra sloppy too by using a lot of spit, and it took no time until you were back at full length. It send involuntary shivers up your core, and you clasped a hand over your mouth to shut yourself up. It’s almost as if he wanted you to cum again.
“Haha… fuck no you don’t.” Suddenly, you pushed your chair back, grabbed his wrist and pulled him out from beneath the table. You weren’t going to let him act however he wanted forever, there’s a limit, and he crossed it way too many times. “The next load’s gonna be in here.” Your hand cupped his ass, groping it roughly, making him gasp in surprise. “Now bend over.”
2. do you have a favourite book? if so, what is it? ([web]comics, manga, manhwa, and manhua also count)
fav book: The Little Prince by Antoine de Saint-Exupéry
fav manga: Houseki no Kuni by Haruko Ichikawa
fav manhwa: Who Made Me A Princess by Plutus and Spoon
3. what is the last thing you watched?
"this is a video about the internet. this is a video about Saihate no Ima" by Amelie Doree on youtube
(for those who don't know, she makes video essays about [often dark] adult VNs [many of which include gore but she censors it in her videos so unless you look the games up yourself, you don't need to worry], which are pretty cool and interesting imo ^u^)
4. do you have a favourite dinosaur? if yes, which one?
yes! it's parasaurolophus! =w=
5. what is a random fact about you?
sometimes i sneeze so hard that it makes me jump lol
tagging:
@jaybeeriddle @omkookie @mydahliarose @strawwbyy @sulumuns-dootah @themarchinghare @keencoffeefox @livelaughlovesubs and everyone else who wants to do this!
Blue, baby blue, cyan (/j I’ve never thought about a 2rd or 3rd fav colour)
2. Do you have a favourite book? (Manhwa/manhua/manga)
Errr, there are many that comes to mind. But there’s this one manhua, that really sticks out. It’s called “kill the male lead to become the demoness/villainess” (it’s action/psychological horror I think?)
3. What’s the last thing you’ve watched?
A YouTube video, probably. Anime-wise it’s hells paradise lol
4. Do you have a favourite dinosaur?
Nauw, sorry. I don’t know any dinosaurs
5. What is a random fact about you?
I’m not a big fan of avian meats, I think it tastes boring
getting a new follower feels like they are entering your home for the first time so you're like "ohhh, dont mind that... sorry it's a bit messy, hope you dont mind"
