SUMMARY: perhaps maybe having your ex-boyfriend satoru as your “tutor” wasn’t the best idea.
CONTENT: f! reader, college! au, both are early 20s, pwp, thigh riding, switch gojo + switch reader, praising, gojo gets overstimmed, cumshots, creampie, degradation, spanking, oral, brat taming, dumbfication, pussy spanking, edging, (pet names) — angel, princess. wk 4.9k!
NOTE: uhhhh idkkk wrote this while in the middle of studying & i have a huge gojo brain rot rn but yeaaaah.
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“Satoru,” you mumbled — writhing in his lap. He’s got his head planted near your neck, watching you try to jot down whatever answers came into your mind. You hated this course with every bone in your body, stupid psychology 101. This particular class held you back, considering you passed all your other courses with flying colors. Of course, though, Gojo had the highest grade — and he so happens to be your ex-boyfriend. Ultimately enough, he was the very last person you’d ask for help. He’s scrolling on his phone absentmindedly, and you blow out a vexed sigh. “This is stupid. I don’t get it,” and you tense, feeling him sit up, probably purposely to feel his strained bulge underneath his grey sweats. “And, I don’t get how me sitting on your lap will help me pass this shitty course.”
His cerulean eyes flicker at your paper, a smug smile from seeing uncaring, sloppy handwriting. “Oh, come on. This class is so easy,” and he slightly lolls his head to the left before yawning. “And you’re on my lap so you can focus more,” and Gojo picks up his red pen — and starts marking everything wrong, dramatically mumbling: nope, wrong, nope’s underneath his breath, “Looks like someone’s gonna bomb this upcoming exam... again, tomorrow. Shame.”
A pout curls on your lips, as you stare at the multiple choice quiz Gojo printed out for you along with the dozens of other assignments scattered on your desk. “Okay okay. I’ll… try harder,” you’d mumble — wanting to do nothing more than just sleep all day, procrastinate and be secluded to your own thoughts. “At least be a better ‘tutor’ Satoru. You really suck at this.”
“Uh! Rude,” Gojo jeers, and you nearly drop your pencil, feeing his hardened bulge beneath you. It was so distracting — as if you’d tell him. Knowing Gojo, he’d ridicule you. He moves his legs a bit, and it makes yours move too, and a hand brushes past your waist making you nearly burst. “Just re read the problem,” he rolls his eyes, and he’s so close to you, his voice is smooth, dripping with silk and smugness. “Can’t be that dumb can you? You used to be such a good girl, always participating in class, super happy when you get all the answers right,” and you could smell his sweet minty breath fan against your sinuses. “Such a little teacher‘s pet.”
You nearly slipped out a noise, feeling his knee slither its way between your legs — and you try to focus. “Shut… up…” You’d grumble, roughly filling in the bubbled answer that read ‘psychoanalysis,’ knowing damn well that’d probably be wrong too. Gojo’s staring at you work, but he laughs to himself, watching you nearly moan from feeling him start to bounce his thigh. “Satoru,” you’d whine, and instinctively your hands plant on his thighs that hid underneath his grey sweats. He was definitely doing this on purpose, to fuck with you. “I— I can’t concentrate like this…”
“Pfttt, sure you can!” He scoffs cheekily, and you softly pant — feeling his hands make their way toward your waist, and you hate how your pussy betrayed you, already pulsating and throbbing from Gojo’s thigh. “Keep working. Don’t mind me. Just making sure your cute little body doesn’t fall asleep on me. Better start working.” And you let out a honeyed whine, feeling him slide his fingers beneath your skirt, teasingly brushing his fingertips against your black laced undergarments. “Well, at least you’re smart enough to remember to wear panties. Heh.”
You gripped your ballpoint pen — trying to shut out his flirtatious words and focus on writing. But no, your pussy was saying something else entirely, screaming at you to grind on your ex-boyfriend’s lap. Who needs studying when you’ve got dick right underneath you? Poor mentality, but your little feline friend beneath your legs obviously had a lot to say — making your mind wander elsewhere, definitely not engrossing on your stupid college psychology subject.
“Satoru, please,” you’d mutter out, and your voice is soft and defeated. His familiar loud exhilarating cologne scent didn’t help either — it made you dizzy, tipsy almost, the bouncing of his thigh nearly pushing you towards the edge. “I can’t.”
“Ha? Can’t what…?” He coos, and you nearly let off a candied whimper, feeling his slender fingertips trace down your exposed thighs. “Ah. Y/N. Can’t handle a little stimulation? Don’t tell me you’re getting off on this,” and he clicks his tongue with a smug shit-eating grin. “Forgot how horny you were all the damn time.”
You almost moaned at his words — and then you remembered, the two of you were in public. In the library. It was late at night, so not maybe people were around except for a few frat boys and groups working on last-minute projects. You and Gojo were located near the back, and your body couldn’t take it. The stimulation was almost too much to bare, so you sharply inhaled.
“You’re... so annoying.” you’d chuff out, and that’s when your head slightly goes up, starting to ride his thigh. Gojo tenses, hearing your sweet breathing pick up as you’re just using his right leg to get off — like a dirty girl, and it made him smile, not only that but it made him hard too.
“Heyyyy,” he coos lowly, and you whimper — feeling Gojo slide his hands inside your university pullover. His hands are undoubtedly slow that it’s got you in a frenzy, and he traces his hands down the bra set you wore, swiping his thumb against your perky nipples. “You’re supposed to be studying Y/N, not fucking yourself on my leg.”
You gasp — feeling Gojo start to shake and flex his thigh that’s directly underneath and between your slick heat. The friction makes you dumb within seconds, and your nails pry into his leg, hips gently swaying and moving against him. You're so desperate, hips innocently twitching and undulating within his touch. “Fuck that… Satoru,” You’d moan, and it feels so good, your cunt’s just throbbing like a vein, telling you how excited it is, how it wants more. “I… I need you.”
“You don’t need me,” Gojo rasps and your body heats up — feeling him begin to coat the nape and side of your neck with gentle kisses. “You want me,” and he grunts, growing harder and harder by the second. You’re trying your best to keep quiet, but it just feels too good. Gojo smugly hums at your body movements shifting and jerking, and he softly sighs. “What do you want huh? Tell me.”
“Touch me,” you’d immediately spit out, and the friction being created felt incredibly good, simply alluring. “Touch me more, ‘Toru.”
His ears slightly twitch heading your lips and mumble his name in a shortened manner. Gojo hums to himself, grabbing your hand and making you pick up the pencil. “Mmmmm, okay. I’ll touch you, pretty girl. But as long as you’re doing your work, yeah?”
“But—”
“No buts. Start writing,” Gojo murmurs, and you let out a vexed huff. Studying for this dumb class was the last thing you’d want to do. Annoyingly enough though, you picked up your pen, skimming your eyes through the long detailed questions before gasping once feeling Gojo unclasp your bra. “Whoops,” he says, with a sniggering grin. You’re whining still — continuing to ride his thigh, and you’re feeling yourself reach your peak. “Focus,” he tells you, playfully turning your head to face your worksheet. “Read the problem for me, c‘mon. Don’t make me baby you, angel.”
You nearly let out a sob once he starts bouncing his leg again out of teasing spite, and you try to keep your eyes on the paper. This time it's with a lot more force though. “U-Um…” you’d stammer, nipping on your bottom lip with a cute sigh. “Uh… it says… what method did… scientists... use to,” and you pause mid-sentence, feeling Gojo‘s hand reach down towards your achy throbbing cunt rubbing against his leg. “um… study c—conscious behavior…Satoru....”
“Good girl,” he grins, and it takes everything in you to not moan at the top of your lungs — feeling Gojo give your cunt a frisky squeeze. “And the answer is... what?”
“It’s…” you panted, feeling yourself about to cum right on his grey cottoned sweatpants. “The answer’s um… A?”
“A, huh? Hmmmm. Let’s see,” Gojo tilts his head, and he pulls out the answer key from underneath your folder. He takes a long dreadful time to stare at the answer, and you know he’s doing that purposely — he’d always loved edging you. You’re so mousy and tongue-tied, babbling his name quietly underneath your breath, and you’re about to cum, you can feel it. Your hips continue to sway and move as you whine profusely from his thigh. “Nope. That‘s wrong,” and you hear him chuckle next to your ear — marking yet another fat X on the word problem. You frown, and Gojo’s fingers reach toward your clit, sliding your panties aside before mocking your pout. “Heh. Tell you what. Get the answer right, and I’ll let you cum, princess,” and he’s feeling how soaked you were, a smile curling on his pink sheeny lips. “But you’re gonna have to show your work. Cheating’s bad, you know?”
You’re nearly sobbing at his words, and he‘s still vigorously bouncing his knee with much intent to push you closer toward your orgasm. The unrelenting tempo was almost too much to bare. “Fuck you… Satoru.. Satoruuuu… I can‘t… need to cum…. please please please…”
“Aw. Don’t make me repeat myself Y/N,” he mutters, and you whimper from feeling his left-hand slide underneath your uni pull over again. Gojo’s feeling all on your breasts — and you squirm in his lap, nearly incapable to think let alone comprehend the dumb questions in front of you. “C‘monnnnn Y/N,” he chants directly next to your ear, making you spread your legs more. His touch alone was gentle yet had set off a fire on the peach fuzz that resided on your skin. “You’re dumb but you’re not that dumb. Give it another try!”
You swallowed, tears sticking to your lengthy natural lashes before flickering your eyes towards the sheet. “Um… it‘s… C…” you huffed out, and your head slumps back against his chest. Gojo grins at your cuteness, bringing a hand to stroke your hair as you tried to form out little words. “I got the answer because…” and you kept pausing anew and anew again, each second your voice was getting higher and higher — as if you were some sort of soprano. “I… knew that um… introspection is the most… sensible answer and… it was the method scientists used t—to use…”
“Uh huh,” Gojo rubs his chin once you stop speaking and look at him with dolled eyes, and you loathed how much of a tease he was. Your pussy was throbbing, having a temper tantrum of its own before Gojo simpers to himself. “Well, for one thing, your explaining could use a bit more work. Pretty lazy job ther—”
“Satoru!” You’d cry out — and you didn’t mean to be so loud, getting violent shushes from people around the public space, pools of heat rising to your face.
Your ex-boyfriend laughs, and he brings a hand towards your mouth while your hips abruptly stopped riding him — spasming and twitching now against his thigh. “Trying to get us kicked out, huh?” He whispers, and he makes you look at him, preventing you from making more noise, except it was now cutely muffled. You drag and guide his free hand towards your cunt, and he mocks your pout. “Okay, fine.... Go ahead and cum.”
Immensely, your legs shook while your muffled voice got pulled into a complete crescendo. Moaning into Gojo’s hand, all he could hear was a cute whiney orgasm — your vision nearly turning white with your head smacking back against his shoulder with tears poking in your eyes. “So dramatic,” he giggles and pulls his hand away. You’re panting before Gojo stands up, making you follow the same, and your legs feel numb, feeling him slide up your skirt before he drags you to his dorm. “C’mon. We should study somewhere more private.”
And here you were in Gojo‘s dorm — on your knees as he’s staring down at you, letting off the sluttiest moans. You’re graciously taking him in his mouth, nails digging into his half-worn sweats while he’s got a hand gripping the crown of your head. “Fuck,” he breathes out, and you’re bobbling your head rapidly occasionally swirling your tongue around his sensitive tip just to watch him squirm. “If only—” and he lets out a soft shaky chuckle before moaning again. “If only you were good at psychology as much as you— were good at sucking dick, fuck.”
You shoot him a glare, and Gojo grunts — feeling your soft dominant hand wrap around his base simultaneously, stroking him while taking him deep inside your tight throat. “Missed your slutty tongue,” he pants, and you watch his head nearly tilt back from the way you sucked him off, humming over his throbbing cock in your mouth with a pompous smile to make him moan from the erratic vibrations. “Whore. You’re... doing that on purpose,” and he shoves you down further, pushing past your gag reflex, gagging and nearly moaning yourself. “Fuck. I’m gonna… cum soon…”
Gojo thinks you look so pretty on your knees for him, plump lustrous tears sticking towards your natural lengthy lashes — and he spots you reaching down to rub on your primarily soaked and neglected clit, moaning all over his shaft now. “Good girl. So pretty with your mouth full,” he huffs out, and your head continues to go up and down with your eyes nearly half-lidded. He’s battling with his frosty lashes to blink, chasing his own breath like it’s tag before letting out a long sugar-coated moan that makes your cunt twitch. “You and your fucking—” and he pauses, briefly making you stare dead at him. “— tongue. Bet… this was all you wanted huh? Choking down on me instead of studying?”
Without even a split second of comprehending his stammering words, you give him an eager but slow head nod — pupils completely dilated.
“No, Y/N,” he grunts, shoving you down further down on his pulsating cock — your tongue succinctly brushes against one of the veins running down it and he moans again, sharply inhaling through his nose. “You’re… supposed to want to study. Not be some—” and he nearly slips out a whine from how close he is. “Cock hungry whore,” and his words make you let off a muffled trilled sound. You’re so sloppy and messy too, pretty soon, your saliva’s pouring out the sides of your mouth, sliding down your chin. “You’re such a nasty girl,” and then Gojo stares down at you with his face flushed and a mocking pout. “My nasty girl though, right?”
You nod, and Gojo’s still panting, about to shoot a load right down your hungry throat. “Good,” and he makes you lift your head up a little. “Better fucking… swallow it all angel,” and his breath is tottering and unsteady. “This cum doesn’t come for free. You should know that by now, pretty girl.”
Gojo’s thrusting into your mouth carelessly, and again his moans are so slutty — he’s always been like that, and you’d be too embarrassed to tell him that his noises somewhat got you off. Within a few moments though, his hips twitch and he lets out a long dragged-out moan, and you feel him spurt and shoot velvety ropes of his cum toward the roof of your mouth. His breath was always snatched away because of you, and he’s heaving, watching you stare back at him with low hooded eyes. “Open for me,” he sputters cooingly, and his entire body’s shaking, watching you submissively obey. You give him an ah, lolling out your tongue and showing him how you didn’t waste a drop. “Good… girl…. filthy fucking… girl..” He moans, and you whine — feeling him briefly slap the red mushroom tip of his erect cock against your tongue while speaking.
You lick your glossed lips as he helps you up, dragging you towards his fleecy air mattress. “You still moan like a girl, Satoru.”
“....Shut up,” he utters — before he shoves you onto his desk. Gojo pulls up your plaid skirt, making you bend over the weak wooden desk, colliding against the red-marked papers, before giving your ass a hard smack. You let out a surprised whine, legs spread out apart. “You’ve got no room to talk,” and he gives you another spank, and another, and another until you start moaning repeatedly. “You were the one whining earlier while getting off on my knee. You’re probably getting off to me spanking you too.”
You dig your nails into your arms, squeezing your parted lips together before panting. “Maybe. Spank me harder, Sator—”
“Brat,” he gives you another spank, and it stings against your skin before you feel him shove you further on his desk, sprawling out your legs more. That’s when you let out a honeyed whimper, feeling the head of Gojo’s cock slide against your needy slit. Sure, the two of you weren’t together anymore since you two had to focus primarily on studies and work, but man the sex was great. It was amazing. Stupidly prodigious. Gojo knew every inch, every crevice, every part of your body to make you cry and scream out his name. You were a brat, a heavy one at that, but he was always the only one to know how to put you in your place, regardless. “So needy. Trying to push your needy hips into me. Be patient.”
You whine, feeling Gojo‘s tip slowly insert inside your wet cunt that’s profusely throbbing, pleading and utterly begging to be fucked. “S—Satoru.”
“Quiet,” he talks over you, and he’s easily sliding inside between your folds — gummy walls voluntarily contracting around him. He lets out a soft grunt from the way your puffy cunt’s absorbing his cock, just effortlessly disappearing. He’s got a firm grip on your skirt, and you look so cute and pathetic, arched over his desk, right where you belonged in his eyes. “This is what’s gonna happen, ‘kay,” he cheekily tells you, before you whimper, a single thrust and he’s halfway in. You almost forgot how abnormally big he was. The girth he had was truly erratic. “I‘m gonna fuck you,” he breathes, and you shiver from feeling him rub a big hand against your ass. “And you’re gonna be a good — girl and finish the rest of the worksheet so I can grade it, hm?”
You let off a maddened pout, arms tucked underneath your chest while feeling him all the way in now. “Why can’t you just fuck me,” you sound so whiney, feeling Gojo’s hand remain on your sore ass.
“How about I just not fuck you at all and fail your dumb ass.” He snaps back, and that makes you shut up instantly — your eyes burning into the stupid plain mock paper.
“Fuck….” You mumbled, nearly letting off a whimper. “Fine… whatever…”
Within seconds, Gojo’s drilling his hips into your core, and you’re sobbing out his name over and over, trembling hands gripping tightly onto the skinny pink ballpoint pen. His thrusts are jagged, roughly slamming you against the desk purposely to mess up your handwriting. Pure scribble scrabbles being printed on the sheet in ink as you’re getting fucked, whining out lamentable pathetic whimpers and mutters constantly, feeling him reach deep into your pussy. It’s so lewd, he makes you get so loud within seconds and with such ease.
“Do your work angel,” He warns you. “Or I’ll stop.”
“I— I can’t!” You’d babble out, eyebrows furrowing together as you’re trying to hold onto the raggedy desk. But you feel Gojo start to slow down, muttering a smug ‘really—oh okay’ and you whine, picking up your pen again. “Okay.. okay… I’m working…. fine… S—Satoru…” and you swallow thickly, nearly losing all sorts of dignity from his nasty sloppy thrusts smacking against your achy sex. “Just… don’t stop… fucking me…”
Gojo grunts, watching you cutely ‘attempt’ to write, jotting down answers while moaning his name, but it’s once he hits that certain spot deep way inside your pussy — past your clitoral hood that nearly makes you rip a scream out your throat. Once Gojo hears that, he can’t help but consistently hit and bully the head of his cock against it over and over, having it french kiss your cervix in the process to push you over the edge instantly.
“Ooh. Found that little g-spot, did I?” He hums, bringing a little spank to your rump, and you’re nearly sputtering out nothings under your breath, trying to maintain focus but desperately failing.
“K—Keep hitting me right there… please, Satoruuuu.” You begged, voice trembling with every word. His hips were acting so foolhardy, grinding against you, and he gets harder from your pleading voice, encouraging him to keep going, to fuck the absolute knowledge out of your brain. Gojo grunts and his thrusts have you biting your chew, chewing on it like it's bubblegum. He's ruthless against your pussy, going into a completely frenzied state, watching you get even dumber all on his cock. “So… deep…”
He’s still fucking you, groaning from the way your walls played patty cake with his fat cock that’s clamping and snagging back against each other. You finally start writing again, lip quivering while trying to focus your nearly blurred eyesight on the ink-imprinted words. “Fuck… me…” you’d frown with a pout, and you only managed to get about two to three problems down out of fifteen. It couldn’t have been your fault though, right? Gojo’s cock is just driving so deep into your cunt, it’s hard enough for you to do anything, really. His thrusts are so good, it almost makes your mouth water, before feeling him pull a hand towards your waist. He’s got your tongue nearly lolling out on its own from his raunchy explicit hip movements, just mercilessly pivoting into you — the same piston motion over and over. You’ve been fucked by Gojo in lots of places but never directly over his desk.
“I’m assuming you’re halfway done, princess?” Gojo purrs and his voice is all smug again, but it’s much low this time. Condescending, even. You’re incapable to think straight let alone respond, and he subduedly moans from the way your sopping wet pussy squelches and grips around him. “Awww, what! No little bratty remark towards me? This really all it takes, huh?” and your moans are so shaky within each thrust he’s presenting towards your cunt — repeating his way to crash and slam into your slippery heat. “Mhm. Hugging around my cock so good. Bet you’re about to cum again too.”
And you were, leg slightly starting to bounce while your heel dug into the carpet floor. Gojo knew exactly from the way you started to tense and clench up around him. So adorable. There’s this smug shit-eating grin residing on his face before you feel him lift one of your legs up to lay against his desk — getting a much deeper and thorough angle.
“S—Satoru.. gonna cum…” you whimpered, and your voice is so soft, almost a mere whisper and it’s sort of sore from whining so much, considering. “Cumming… gonna c—”
“Really. Well then,” he grins, and you feel him suddenly pull out. Your pussy tenses from the sudden feeling of being clenched around nothing now, and you let off the cutest huh, utterly confused on why he’d just abruptly stopped. Gojo leans in close to you — and you softly let off a noise, feeling him drag a hand down towards your overly sensitive clit. “You have a hard time following instructions, don’t you,” he huffs, and he’s staring at your lazy poor work, nearly nothing is written. Gojo’s teasing you, rubbing a hand on your pussy back and forth, licking a stripe up your neck. “Silly girl. How about I spank your pussy for every question you didn’t answer?”
You shake your head, feeling his right hand reach towards your neck caressingly — making you look at him in your peripherals, giving you a sweet teasing kiss. “Yeah? Okay,” he coos, and you whine, feeling him give you one spank on your clit. “Aww there there, princess,” and he brings a kiss to your forehead. “Maybe if dumb Y/N did her work, she wouldn’t be getting edged.”
“Satoruuuuu….” You writhed, back completely arched against him. And he feels his cock twitch from the way you moaned his name that time, almost like you sang it.
He kept spanking your cunt until you started randomly apologizing for being so dumb and stupid — babbling how you’ll do so much better in class and participate and pay more attention and stay off your phone, scrolling endlessly through useless apps. You’ll be a good student. A good girl more especially, and it makes him simper — hearing you speak while butchering over your words, probably not even acknowledging what you were saying. Almost as if his dick put some enticing spell on your cunt, on your mind, and theoretically on your brain. Gojo smugly smiles to himself, sliding his middle finger in between your folds to watch you whine. He knew you were only saying that so you could cum, but you were just so adorable.
“Hmmm.. okay, maybe I’ll be nice just this once.”
And within long dreadful minutes and positions later including being edged ruthlessly, you’re cumming all over Gojo’s cock, coating a white ring around his base as he’s fucking you into his mattress. He’s staring at you, lust all in his dilated pupils, messy white hair all over the place while he watches you cutely cling onto his toned arms, eyes nearly rolling back with your back arching back adequately.
“Fuck,” He groans, and Gojo’s cumming again too, but he pulls out to spray his seed on your tummy, painting it entirely. You looked so fucked out, eyes droopy, eyebrows furrowed, and legs simultaneously twitching within his presence. But that’s when you shove Gojo on his back, and he lets you with a slight curious smile, frosty white hair all messy and nearly covering his eyebrows. “Hey.. what are you—”
You let out a shaky breath, aligning his cock between your slit before you plop down on him. “Y/N…..” his eyes widens, watching you start to ride him and he’s still so sensitive. Gojo’s head goes back, and all his teasing arrogance leaves and he’s the one whining now — nearly choking on his own breath. “Y/N… Fuck… fuck ‘m… still s-sensitive,” and his voice gets all high out of nowhere, bringing his right hand to his face to shield his own embarrassment. “Shit…”
You start moaning too — but it’s nowhere near as loud compared to Gojo, his moans are incredibly bratty and slutty, and you watch his toned pectorals on his chest tense and flex as you rode him, moving your hips against him while feeling him deep inside your walls nice and snug. “My god… fuckin’ dammit,” he pants, and you hear him sort of sniffle, and he stares up at you — seeing you now with the smug grin. Some would say it’s sort of karma. “You… bitch!” He drags out with a whimper, and you know it’s playful, because he moans directly afterwards. “Trying to fucking kill me….?” and he’s continuously rambling, face completely flushed with red now, and you’re making him blush.
“Do I stop or—”
“No, don’t fucking stop,” Gojo immediately replies, and he sounds almost offended at the question. His hands go towards your waist, head still going back while you moaned — feeling him try to somewhat control your hip movements. “You… wanted to r-ride me then fucking ride me.”
You smile at your ex-boyfriend, picking up your pace again, his sensitive flaccid cock puncturing deep inside your cunt, and his moans are incredibly shaky — and he’s tightly holding onto your waist. “Don’t stop…” he rasps, and it feels so good for him, he’s still hiding his face with his hand with one hand propped on your waist. He was so embarrassed. Now Gojo was the one being cute, now you. “Fucking whore… I can feel you smiling at me,” and you nearly giggle, rolling your hips against him in a seductive manner, both hands laid on his pale chiseled chest. “God… I’m gonna cum again… fuck….”
“Don’t miss this time,” You teased, leaning up close to Gojo with a teasing pout, removing his hand from his face. There’s tears sticking on his frosty lashes like glue — and he looks down at you, mouth slightly open before you give him a playful kiss. “Want you to cum in me.”
He lets out a soft grunt, watching you continue to bounce on him, his grip so hard on your hips, you’d be surprised if it wasn’t a little bruised. “Of course you do,” he pants, and he feels the immense amount of pressure building up. It feels bashful, and his face grows extremely hot, a fume of smoke burning out his ears. “Fine, take it then. Just….” and he’s about to say something else but he gets cut off by one of the thrusts literally taking his breath away. “Fuck…”
The mattress jerks and creaks, and Gojo’s cumming fast, and it’s hard. His orgasms are so whiney, chest heaving and he’s stammering your name now — almost as if the roles were completely reversed. You moaned, feeling him shoot a thick load inside your pussy that’s pulsating and tightening around him. “You’re talking about me,” you teased, leaning in close to him. He’s slumped, but shoots you a glare, “You— can be just as submissive as me sometimes, Satoru.”
“Shut….up Y/N.” He mumbles, and you bring him into a warm deep, and sloppy kiss. You moan, feeling his hands continue to wander and explore down your chest to your waist, and then towards your cunt to squeeze on it — hearing you whine into his mouth. He groans while kissing you, tasting how minty and sweet he was before he broke away, watching the spit break and depart. “Brat.”
You stared at Gojo, watching him profusely pant with both sides of his cheeks a bright fiery red.
“So… do I pass?”
Gojo’s still moaning, his entire body quivering and shivering as he was still inside you — so stuffed full, and he shoots you a menacing side-eye. “No, you don’t fucking pass,” and he mocks your tone near the end, “You get an F.”
You give him a playful pout, peppering his face with a plethora amount of sweet kisses, and he’s still panting, holding tightly onto your waist still. “C’mon Satoru. Pleaseee.”
“My god,” he grunts, still very much whining, still taken aback from being overstimulated. “Fine… C minus. Take it or…. l-leave it…”
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no thoughts just a needy, clingy giyuu who clearly hasn't figured out how to fully communicate his needs to you, but will wrap his strong arms around your middle from the back while you're in the bathroom.
he'll nuzzle his face into the perfect curve of your shoulder, as if he's attempting to hide himself from the embarrassment. his face won't show it though, he'll have his usual stoic face, he's just a little stiff and awkward.
he would pull you back against him—not to rough though, just a subtle gesture while he tries to put his thoughts into words
"i—can we..."
he watches you as you silently turn your neck back to get a good look at him.
you're staring at him, your eyes boring into his dull blue ones with his dark hair falling over his face. his mouth opens and closes as he attempts another time to formulate his simple, yet daunting sentence.
it doesn't seem to get out though, because he simply averts his gaze and motions towards your shared futon
bless him. you can't do much but softly smile at him, your heart fluttering as you nod.
you can see the slightest shift in his expression, as if he was half smiling and took your hand and lead you towards your shared bedroom.
he laid down first, opening his arms out for you, inviting you to snuggle up to his warmth. Once you come into contact with the softness of your futon, giyuu's arms wrap around your entire frame while pressing the lightest kiss on your collarbone.
he just holds you there, motionless. you can hear his breathing, and you can see his chest rise and fall, but you know he's not sleeping. petting his hair, you relax in his embrace and begin to ponder.
"giyuu?"
you hear a muffled hum in response. it's low.
"is there any particular reason why you wanted to hug me," you question. perhaps, he's been reminded of the burden that is his past? or maybe he feels like you're slipping away? you can't really tell if something is bothering him since he wears the same expression on his face. like all. the. time.
"just wanted to hold you. you're soft." he nudges your arm to confirm his statement.
your stomach fills with love bubbles. he just wanted to cuddle you for crying out loud :( and better yet, he thinks you're soft. you've practically won at life at this point: you have a quiet boyfriend who pretty much refuses to utter a word to anyone but you, you're the only one that gains genuine and loving affection, and although you may not need his protection, he would lay down his life for you. in this day and age what more could you ask for?
you nod your head in acknowledgement and placed a kiss atop his forehead, feeling the lips of your lover curl slightly. he's smiling. in response, he places his large hand upon your thigh, massaging the plush flesh.
you lay there for a while, and you can feel the fingertips of fatigue grazing over your limbs you want to give in and honestly how can you not? you shut your eyes momentarily as a light pitter-patter of raindrops begin to sound outside. your brain is fuzzy with love and exhaustion, a sweet mixture that sends you into a dreamy sleep.
giyuu feels your body completely relax and hears your breathing even out into a slow and steady rhythm as continues to tuck you into his body. he thinks about how lucky he is to have you: a person that can respect him for who he is, and understand that he can't always communicate his issues well. he admired your patience with him, and how you're always ready for him to talk things out. he thinks about how you're always listening to him with your undivided attention during the times that he does speak, how stunning you are, and how entertaining you are in the more pleasant way to him.
he really really loves you, and is glad that you poured out your heart for him that day. he wouldn't be anywhere close to this if you didn't.
NOTE: hey 💔 pls this was a thirst at first i swear… but my puthy… took the wheel 😞 looool enjooooy .
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Toji laid near the window of the lavish first class section of the front cabin of the airplane. It was a few others around him, but very few. He had about a good three hours left until he arrived at his destination to do more shady gambling business. To put it frank, he was bored. Toji had his head pressed up against the glass, staring blankly at the sky. But that‘s when his attention drifted. He spotted you, trying your best to have great customer service — sashaying down the aisles and creating conversations with people. Though, he stared a lot at the skirt you wore, and how you’d occasionally tug down on it, hoping no one would see, but Toji definitely did. He figured you were new mainly since he always takes this airline, and hasn‘t ever seen you before. Besides, most of the other flight attendees were a bit older than you or had far much more experience.
“Hi, Sir. Can I help you with something,” you softly spoke, immediately coming to his aid once he rang your attendant call button. “Mr. uh… Fushiguro?”
He looks up at you, and he‘s manspread in his cushioned velvet chair — dripped in a jet-black expensive tuxedo and black slacks, strands of hair nearly covering his stoically grim expression. “Yeah,” he gruffly replies, and he stretches for a bit, his eyes dart towards your rack, making contact with your pretty bedazzled name tag that you probably decorated yourself. Cute. “Y/N,” he rolls off his tongue, tilting his head before staring at the baggage cabinet. “Could you.. be a doll and get my luggage for me? Heh. Silly me. My legs, unfortunately, fell asleep.”
“Oh, sure thing.” You‘d smile, and he watches you stroll directly in front of him, opening the cabinet that was directly above him. Just as you were about to grab one of his light weighted bags, the plane made a huge shake of turbulence— causing you to embarrassingly lose your balance and fall.
Toji catches you with quick reflexes, you‘re awkwardly on his lap, and he‘s giving you a near smirk. “Uh oh. Careful now,” he huskily murmurs, and that’s when you feel his touch—his hands that were on your waist since he caught you. Toji props you up, fixing your skirt for you but you can feel his eyes lingering on your body intimidatingly. “Wouldn’t want you to hurt that pretty little face.” And you gulp, almost swearing that you felt something poke out underneath your attendant blazer while propped on his lap. Something…. questionably hard.
That‘s the words that kept repeating in your head while you’re standing in front of Toji‘s seat, hands gripping down onto the head of the cushioned seat while his tongue’s in between your thighs. This was so risky — how did it even escalate like this? You were just conversing with him about his personal life out of curiosity, and now Toji’s dug deep in between your legs, lapping up your cunt like a filthy starved man. “Toji…” You’d whimper, gripping the seat. It was an older guy completely knocked out who sat directly in front of you, snoring loudly with headphones in, and you were praying he couldn’t hear you. Much less along with the other few passengers scattered throughout the first class section — no one was really woke, regarding it was three am. But still, anyone could just… see…. Toji Fushiguro … eating you out.
You shivered, feeling the coldness of his rings all over his fingers graze against your ass, giving you a proper spank to remind you to keep your back prettily arched for him. “Sorry, sweetheart,” he chuckles, warm breath fanning against your swollen clit. Your eyes nearly rollllll back, feeling him lap up your sweet essence for all that it‘s worth. “I’ve always been a—mpmh.. messy eater.”
“Fuck—” You’d sob out, and he very much was. Toji didn’t even have the decency to remove your skirt for you. He just rolled it up to your waist. His tongue’s slurping you absolutely dry, vacuuming your cunt and it’s not long before you’ve got his well-trimmed chin glistening with your honeyed slick. “I-I‘m gonna cum again i—if you keep eating me out like that.. Mr. Fushiguro..”
Toji brings another spank to the fat plump part of your ass, and you feel him drag a thumb toward your clit for more stimulation. “Nah. Toji, girl. Say it with me. Toji.”
“T—Toji.” You’d whimper out, heels digging into the carpeted ground.
“Louder.” He slowly circles his tongue deep into your folds.
“Someone‘s gonna hear if I—”
Toji’s wet glossed lips press and poke between your folds, and he grunts, continuing to sway his thumb back and forth against you at a more rapid speed. “Yeah? Aw, that‘s too bad. I can always stop eating you out then,” he departs his lips, giving your rump a hungry gaze. “Could take my ass right back to sleep with no problem, little girl.”
“Toji! Toji T—Toji!” You’d immediately wail out, definitely not wanting that. He grins against your cunt, diving back in with a sinister grin.
“Everything alright back there?” You hear near the very front — and it‘s the pilot, he sounds worried and you bit your lip, feeling dumb that you literally yelled aloud for everyone to hear. “...Y/N? Who’s Toji?”
You panted, loving the way his tongue dragged and rolled against your sensitive nub. You swallowed thickly, voice completely shaky. “Oh.. I‘m sorry…. I— I must have,” and you’re dumbfounded. You don’t know what to say, mind going blank from Toji’s tongue continuing to lap and lick your folds — going all different directions, from north, west, east, and fucking south. “I.. I must have mistaken someone…”
“Uh huh... okay,” the pilot replies in a tired voice. Yeah, he sounds like he most definitely doesn’t believe you, but goes along anyway. “Do a favor and do a sweep and check near the main aisles, alright?”
“Yes ….. sir. Right away,” You cutely complied, and Toji’s enjoying his meal happily, his tongue slowly sliding from up to down on your pussy and you whimper. You turn your head to look down at him while giving his messy black hair an adorable yank. He looks up at you with a red-handed simper. “Toji, you‘re gonna get me i—in trouble.”
Toji moans lowly on your cunt, giving your swollen lower lips sweet kisses before giving the fat of your thighs bite marks. His dark green eyes meet you again before he shrugs, “And,” he hums, making your legs spread a bit more to manipulate your poor sensitive nub with his tongue. “Won‘t be the end of the world, pretty girl,” and he chuckles, watching you turn back towards in front of you — sinking your teeth onto your knuckles. “Yes sir. Right away,” he mocks your sweet tone. “Such a lousy flight attendant. You lied straight to the pilot as you’re getting your pussy eaten by a passenger,” and he’s continuously dipping his tongue in and out of your sheeny cunt. “Such a shame. Don’t know how to take simple orders. Someone needs more training.”
You whine at his words, the sounds he made were so dirty — your pussy continued to pop from his mouth, and his nose kept tickling against your cunt. He definitely knew what he was doing. Your mouth slightly opens from his devilish tongue that‘s drinking your sweet savory juices like water. His jaw locks and tightens, and it‘s probably been about a good fifteen minutes. Toji could eat a girl out for hours. The epitome of a pussy pleaser.
“Toji,” you gasped, lashes fluttering with each blink. He playfully sucks on your sweet labia, fondling the clitoral hood in the process, and your left leg starts to bounce. “Toji… I—I don‘t know if you fucking heard me b—but I’m about to cum..”
“Oh, I heard you, sweetheart,” he mutters in a gravelly voice, skimming and slowly flicking his greedy tongue. You nearly cry out once he locates your sweet g-spot again, so sloppy with his meal. Toji slowly looks at you with a warm grin on his shimmering chin wet from being between your thighs. “All you gotta do is ask me. Then you can cum your cute little head off.”
You whine, tears swelling up in your eyes. His tongue felt so good — laid perfectly wide and flat against your pussy, lapping it up to its supremity.
“Please… lemme cum, Toji.” You panted in a quavering tone. It was the way that his tongue acted so diabolical, repeating its routine of directing itself toward your sex. It kept making your eyes go back with your mouth slightly going agape. This was probably the riskiest thing you‘ve ever done — you’ve never done anything this remotely raunchy in public, much less on the job. It made your pussy flutter though, Toji continuing to remind you that there are people watching, and anyone can just come in and see you getting so stupid on his tongue.
“Pretty please,” He adds, and you pout feeling him remove his lips — planting soft kisses near your inner thighs, running his tongue on the bite marks he created. “Say it.”
You’re almost sobbing, swallowing the invisible lump residing in your throat before furrowing your eyebrows, eyes darting towards the head of the plane. “P-Pretty please Toji… can‘t hold it..please.”
“Go ahead.” He roughly mumbles, and your body twitches from his response, sending you into a dazed crescendo. When you orgasm, a cute whiney squeak comes out, and you’re trying so hard not to scream out while you‘re cumming on Toji‘s tongue. Your lip trembles, fist clenched, and banging against the seat. Thank god the old man in front of you was dead asleep, that would have been pretty embarrassing.
He slurps you clean, finally departing with a pussy drunken smile while you’re breathing with shattering breaths. You turn around, watching Toji sit down with spread legs, sliding his tongue across his lips in such a dirty way — tongue dragging across his sexy slanted scar. “Good girl. C’mere.” He says, and you watch him slide his rough calloused fingers between his exorbitant gleaming belt. Toji unbuckled his pants, and you stroll to him with shaky legs. He’s got a thick bulge through his black-designed boxers imprinted in them, and you so desperately wanted to ride him.
He springs his thick, well-trimmed cock out that was exquisitely leaking out pre-cum. It was pretty. You plopped on his lap, but he twisted you a bit, making your back face him. “I’m gonna have fun breaking you, little miss flight attendant,” he whispers next to your ear, and your mouth opens again marginally from the way you started to slowly sink down onto his size. He was so big, Toji grunts next to your ear, making sure your protocol skirt remained rolled up towards your waist. He licks a stripe up your neck, feeling your nails penetrate into his pants leg. “That’s it. Mmm. Press your back towards me. Relax.”
“You’re really…. big…” You breathed out, walls starting to ease up and flutter around his girth. Your cute pussy was trying to adjust, and he slithers a hand towards your cunt before going through your cute attendant blazer to feel on your tummy. “Mr. Fus— Toji… you’re not gonna fit.”
“Yeah…?” Toji hums, and he’s got a hand gently wrapping around your throat — his voice is so raspy and condescending, in a teasing way. Your pussy’s nothing like your words though, it’s sliding right in regardless of the stretch, and you’re embarrassingly biting back your words. “I dunno. This pussy’s saying something different, baby. You’re just being dramatic,” and he huffs directly next to your ear, sliding his hands all around your body. “You‘re a big girl—” and he grunts, you laying your head against his neck with a whimper, sinking deeper before he smiles. “I‘m sure you can take me. Nothing a pretty little flight attendant like you can‘t handle. There ya go. Mmm shit.”
You let out a long drawn-out whimper, knees slightly bucking from his thick cock — head reaching deep into your heated core. “Stretchy ass pussy,” he pants huskily, and you suppress a loud moan that was about to escape your lips once he’s finally all the way in. Toji’s got a sinister smile on his face, licking his lips with his tongue. “See. This pretty cunt knows how to take what its given,” and he writhes — watching you squirm and shift around his size in attempts to get comfortable. To say you‘ve taken anyone remotely as big or bigger than Toji is — a heavy understatement. You’d be lying straight through your teeth. “Start riding me, girl.”
“O—Okay, Toji.” You stammered, sitting all pretty in his lap. You started to move your hips in an orderly fashion and he wraps his strong bulky arms around your waist. Your hands gripped tightly onto his clenched thighs, and your breaths were exponentially heavy, walls contracting around his tight length. “Shit… shit… shit.”
“Filthy fucking mouth. Someone oughta teach you how to speak proper,” Toji tuts with a low growl, spongey walls mending and spasming — with his degrading words going straight to your cunt, it sends your frail body in a frenzy. “Pretty cock hungry whore with a little potty mouth. Exactly what you are, huh?”
You whine from the way you‘re bouncing now, his degrading words transmitting your empty brain into a complete and utter crazed state. “S—Sorry Toji,” you’d pant, feeling the crown of his cock poke repeatedly inside your cunt — making you let out cute whimpers and whines. He hit everywhere, deep and rough, letting you fuck yourself on his cock. Your cute noises were shaky as you bounced on his lap, having a race with your own breath. Toji‘s never had sex on an airplane before, but if it meant you’d always work at this particular airline, then he’d probably come more often than he usually does. “Can’t help it when your cock is just… stretching m—my pussy out.”
“Heh, It’s okay,” he grins, racing his hands towards your little flight attendant blazer. His hands slide through your shirt, and he gropes your breasts, giving them a good squeeze, and that makes you moan softly, feeling his fingers circle around your perky nipples. Your heartbeat pounded fast, and it was quite dim in the wing of first class. Since it was early at three am — in the airplane, the only lights being produced were the ones near the windows, bright orange and red. The sounds, pure white noise including the sound of the rumbling grumbling engine, along with the extreme sounds of the skin slapping you made, featuring your honeyed voice moaning and babbling on Toji’s dick. “Aw, you poor baby,” and he‘s whispering over your whines, a hand caressing your neck. “Been standing on your feet all day. This probably just what you needed huh?”
You let out a long sigh, pout squeezing onto your pretty glossed lips with a pathetic, “Y-Yeah… yeah...” you’d softly whimper out, his cock disappearing deeply inside your cunt over and over. It was like a magic trick of the sort, super sloppy and erratic. It was almost as if Toji‘s dick had something to do with Houdini — vanishing right inside your sopping wet pussy. “Feels really good… Toji.”
“Good,” he groans, dragging his rough hands toward your hips again. Your movements were so sweet, thrashing and smacking back against his pelvic bone. “Mmm fuck,” he’d huff from a thrust, and you were sure his cock exclusively prodded against your cervix for a brief moment. You felt it too, because you whined loudly, and Toji brings a big hand to your mouth. “Shit. Right there? That spot, sweetheart?” You’d cutely reply with a slow head nod, whimpering muffled cries into the palm of his hand and Toji smiles, bringing your back closer to his chest.
“So cute,” he growls, and you suck in a sharp breath. You’re quivering, and it’s not long before your tongue lolls out from his deep thrusts, penetrating way inside beneath your gummy walls. His manly fragrance is so strong, it makes you practically dizzy as you’re whining. The coil within you creates tension, and pressures being built up and you’re ultimately throbbing because of his doing. He removes his hand with a simper, “See. And you said you couldn’t take me. You’re doin’ just fine, pretty girl.”
“Y/N?”
You freeze up looking in front of you to see one of your good flight attendant friends, Kyle. He was rolling the cart that was filled with drinks and refreshments for the passengers aboard — and Toji felt you dig into his calf. “T—Toji… W-What do I do? He’s gonna see me!” You panicked, muscles tightening and your bouncing became vaguely sloppy.
Toji chuckles lowly beneath your ear, and you’re not finding anything relatively funny. He coos, feeling you stop bouncing while he tries to make your blazer at least somewhat decent. “Ah, calm down Y/N. Just… sit on my lap. It’s pretty dark, he won’t know,” and he feels you writhe around slightly with his cock still deep inside you. The fellow flight attendant made his way closer until he reached the aisle — staring at the… peculiar scene that was happening. “Unless you make it obvious, little girl.” He mutters the last bit in your ear, reaching a hand down to your pussy that’s hiding underneath your skirt, causing you to whine.
The scene was…. definitely odd at the least. You, one of his co-workers propped on a passenger's lap in the middle of the night, hair slightly messy and you looked like you’d just run a marathon. “Oh… h-hey Kyle. What’s… up?” He’s gripping the cart with a furrowed eyebrow. Toji starts to teasingly bounce his leg, and you almost let out a moan, smacking against his leg but he ignores your cute little remark.
“Who’s.. he?” He suddenly says, with pursed lips.
Toji‘s giving the other flight attendant a fake smile, waiting for some reply you‘d come up with. But he figured you‘d say something boring. You inhaled, glancing around the terminal with near half lidded eyes. “Oh… um.. well… he’s no o—”
“Yo. I’m her boyfriend,” Toji abruptly says with smug arrogance, playfully bringing you up close to his chest. Boyfriend? Your heart raced, wondering what this guy’s deal was. To be fair though, you weren’t exactly complaining. How could you when your mind was so completely empty? Toji laughs mentally, watching the guy’s face fall — bringing a peck to your forehead. “Was just coddling a little with her before she gets back to work,” and he slithers a hand up your thigh, panting from his fingers trailing near the crevices of your legs. “Ain‘t that right... baby?”
You felt so stuffed full, praying that your co-worker didn’t see, it was really dim so high chance he didn’t but still. “Um… yeah…” You went along with it, trying to sound at least somewhat believable. Toji‘s cock stood still, and it took everything in you for your eyes to not roll back. “I‘m about to… get up.. actually.”
“…….Okay,” he awkwardly responds through gritted teeth, clearing his throat and smiling. “Uh.. what was I gonna say,” he mutters, jogging his memory. “Right. Well, don’t forget to sweep the aisles, and take any more last-minute orders. Help... uh.. supervise,” and he pauses, watching Toji whisper something in your ear. You nervously smiled back at your co-worker in response. “……I don’t know if the pilot told you, but yeah. Estimated time for arrival is around five in the morning.”
“T—Thank you, Kyle,” You’d give him a fake grin, and he walks away into the main passenger section, away from the expensive lavish part of the plane.
Once it was clear, you moaned — Toji making you lie down on the stretchable bed directly next to the seated chairs. You panted, radiating heat immediately rising to your cheeks. That was so risky. So awkward. It made your heart race, synchronizing with your pussy entirely. “M-My… boyfriend? Since when are you, my boyfriend?”
“Yeah.. sorry about that sweetheart,” Toji gruffs in a low voice, and you stare at him, unzipping your skirt before tearing it off of you. He’s got a near-hungry gaze — obsidian strands of hair nearly blocking his view of vision. “It was quite amusing to see his face when I said that though. He looked so devastated heh,” and you slip out a whimper, feeling him insert his cock back inside of you. “The poor bastard. Shame he can’t get inside this sweet pussy. Only I can.”
Your breathing hitches as your cunt swallows him whole. Toji rubs a hand on your tummy, presenting your core with deep slow strokes. “T-Toji… I work with him… now things are g-gonna be awkward…”
“Good,” he hums with a playful grin. Toji pivoted his hips with such force. Your breathing is erratic and you’re clinging onto his strong tuxedo sleeves. Toji’s staring at you — watching your back cutely arch before he brings your knees to your chest. You look so pretty, he‘s ruthlessly jerking his hips against your slippery core. “Bet he’s biting his damn fists thinking about fucking this,” and he pauses and lets out a grunt, watching your cunt take him in with all its might. “Loose little cunt. It‘s just gripping…. around me so… good,” and his eyes nearly roll back, voice changing pitches sexily. “Fucking shit.”
You whimpered, walls fluttering — and you’re holding onto your last breath. His cock repeated to bully inside of your folds, tapping against your g-spot to make you cry out cute and stuttering whimpers. “T-Toji…” and you look adorable, eyebrows furrowed from his deep penetrative thrusts going in and out of your cunt — slapping and thwacking against your heated sex. At this point, you didn’t really care who heard you. You kept repeating his name over and over and over again as if it was some enchanting mantra. “Toji… Toji… r—right there Toji… please…”
“My god, woman.” he hissed — feeling him lean in super close to your face. You were completely fucked dumb to comprehend let alone think properly, but Toji leans in and kisses you. Deeply. He used a hand to slither beneath your hot-tempered body, making your legs open for him and it instinctively wraps around his slim slutty waist. You opened your mouth slightly, kissing him back, transferring your exotic whines and noises into his mouth. Toji tasted so sweet like candy, not only could you taste the lingering savory tang of rich champagne on his tongue, but you tasted yourself as well, from when he was eating you out earlier.
The both of you were close, and you whimper, watching him depart to bury his head into your neck — taking in your candied scent. “Fuck,” he stammered, licking another stripe up your neck. “So close,” and then he swallows, dragging a rough hand towards your tummy, sitting up to stare at you with lust-hungry eyes. “Tell me…” he breathes, gnawing on his lip. “Where do you want me to cum, sweetheart?”
“In me.” You immediately responded, and your pussy’s getting absolutely demolished by his cock. You wanted to be filled, just the thought of it was enough to make your mouth swell up with water — salivating. It was so lewd. You craved it.
“Be more specific, little girl.” Toji bluntly says, planting kisses down your collarbone. He grips your chin, making you stare at him, and you arch your back, eyes nearly reaching near your skull again — seeing pure and utter blackness before he sneaks another kiss on your lips. “Where inside? I‘m gonna need to hear you explain in detail.”
“In…. In my pussy,” you whined and saying it aloud made heat rise to both sides of your face. Toji stares at you, sexily raising an eyebrow as if he’s telling you to keep talking. You huffed, voice trembling from his voice shaking you roughly underneath him of the comfy cushioned sofa. “I… I want you to fill your cum inside my cunt T—Toji,”and your lip quivers, sliding your right leg down his back seductively. “Don‘t spill any… wanna feel stuffed with your seed.”
Toji looks away as if he’s actually thinking about it, and you pout — not fond of his teasing.
“Good. That‘s how you should speak. Nice and proper,” and as he rubs a thumb against your lip, Toji feels the anklet you wore above your foot rub against his chiseled toned back. “Better be a good girl and shut the fuck up then. Don’t want your pilot to hear how much of a slut you‘re being for me, huh?”
“I— I don’t care if he hears.” You’d whimper.
“Really now,” Toji lowly rasps, and his tone is amused more than anything. You softly shake your head as a response, and a little smile spreads on his face. “Ah, that‘s cute. Moments ago you were so scared to make noise,” and Toji pushes your leg up, having you sling it over his shoulder. You gasp, feeling his hips jolt and ram against you before he pants — having a hand squeeze onto the fat of your thigh. Toji’s muscles tense, and he draws in a hot breath, seeing your perfect body beneath him just jump and twitch from each dramatic thrust he‘s making. “Whatever then. Take it then, baby. F—Fucking take it.”
You let out a silent squeal, feeling Toji‘s hips slow before he’s jerking, spilling a thick load right into your cunt — painting your spongey insides white. Toji dissolved into pleasure, sinking his teeth into your neck gently, and he moans quite loud himself. His voice is low and gravelly, strained against your skin and it makes your pussy twitch once he’s trying to catch his breath. He‘s roughly panting, and for a moment you think you hear his voice crack briefly.
“Shit,” he heaves through shattered teeth, sitting up. You panted yourself, watching him grunt before swiping his cock head against your folds — watching the gooey cum spill out in spurts, coating your pussy with its will. Toji then pulls up his pants, buckling them before narrowing his eyes towards you. “Lie back for me, Y/N.”
“O—Okay…” You panted, watching Toji sit back. He brings you close to him, and you’re confused before he brings two fingers towards your stuffed cunt.
He brings his perfect crooked and sinister lips to your neck, softly pecking a kiss, before he mutters to you in a low voice. “I gotta ask. A man ever make you squirt before?”
Your eyes were half lidded, feeling him spread your legs open for him — grazing a hand down your chest. “Uh… no… I don‘t think so.”
“No?” Toji grins, pulling your head back towards him. You shook your head, and you whimper, feeling him shove his remains of cum out your stuffy cunt. It was poured deep inside, as it should be and that made his erect hard cock twitch inside his pants. “You‘ll let me change that, huh? You deserve that much for being such a good girl.”
“Please,” You‘d moan out, white noise filling your ears. You stared in front of you, not realizing how much time passed — the sunset was just about to come up now. “Make me s-squirt.. Toji.”
He hums at your honeyed response, and he’s got the bowling ball grip, middle, and ring finger both perfectly coordinated and shoved inside your twitching pussy. He grabs a black towel from near the cabinet beneath him and puts it under you just in case. “Kay. Relax for me,” he coos, and you start to pant — feeling his two slender digits squirm inside your cunt. His fingers are being coated with his cum along with your sweet juices as well. He’s slowly stimulating your clit, and your lip trembles, sliding a hand down to feel his grip in your soaked folds. “Your g-spot‘s so cute.” He mutters against your neck, fingertips prodding against it, and it feels like a little ridge, spasming from his fingers entirely.
“Fuck… T—Toji..” You‘d cry out, his fingers so thick, stretching your pussy even more than it already was earlier. Your cunt was so submissive to him, swallowing his fingers with ease, building pressure and your leg started to shake. You’re so wet, he finds it adorable, swiping the tip of his two digits against your gummy walls that‘s fluttering and clenching around him. He’s stroking inside — making your mind dizzy, and you‘re trying not to be so loud.
Toji smiles behind your head, curling his fingers around your cunt and you cry out. “Sweetheart. Can you be any louder, damn,” he chuckles, slapping a hand softly over your mouth. You muffled incoherent babbles into his palm now, probably slobbering all over it, but he doesn‘t mind. Toji’s fingers reach your g-spot again, and he gradually tickles against it, watching your body twitch and jolt — head laid back against him, engulfing in his designer cologne scent. “Good girl. Like that, bare around my fingers. Mhm,” and your eyes are wandering in all kinds of directions. His fingers are penetrating deep into your slick core, prodding against your g-spot in a circular motion. Even with muffled moans, you‘re still quite loud and he finds it so cute. “Doing so good for me, pretty girl.”
Your cunt pulsates at his praises, and your eyes nearly roll back once you feel a peculiar sensation of heat building up. “Mmph—! Mmph…” You‘d gasp, his rough hand still covering your mouth.
Toji massages your sweet spot, knowing exactly where to go with his fingers. Inside and out. Inside and out, in a rapid motion — making you incapable to think, and he brings his lips to your ear, talking over your moans. “I know, I know,” and his voice is low, you could still hear the sheer smug in his tone though. You spot him grinning from the corner of your peripherals, sly smile and the slanted scar on his lips poking, briefly showing his subtle dimples. “You feel it don‘t you? It‘s quite normal, don‘t worry.”
You slowly give him a nod, reaching a hand to feel his arm and he smiles — and Toji hears your pussy letting out wet squelching sounds. It felt so good, repeatedly hitting the back of your head against him. He thinks you’re so cute, about to gush out all on his fingers. “Let go for me Y/N. Squirt on my fingers, yeah?”
Your walls burst at his command, and you do willingly but hesitatingly. You feel yourself exploding — combusting, pussy getting tense and you‘re squirting on Toji’s fingers. He watches your body jostle roughly, eyes rolling back and you let out a loooong drawn-out orgasm, and he’s got his hand covering your mouth still, shushing you while chuckling against your ear. The feeling was something you’d definitely never felt before, and he removed his grip from your mouth. “O—Oh my god, Toji.” You’d breathe out, fat tears remaining on your long lashes. Your tiny voice trembled on every word. He slides his fingers out, with a cute pop and you whimper, puffy breaths completely heavy. “Fuck…. fuck…. fuck…”
Toji squeezes your pussy with his whole wrist, feeling your soaked cunt beneath him and plants a kiss on the crown of your head. “Good fucking girl.”
And right then, the P.A. system beeps, and it’s the pilot speaking. You pant, eyes completely half lidded. “Alright folks. Cleared for the ILS, runway three four at 5:27 A.M.,” and you moan against Toji‘s chest, not wanting to get up. You had to though. Because you did… sort of work here. “We‘re finally cleared to land. Beautiful skies today! All flight attendants, prepare to help passengers disembark and help unload their luggage. Over.”
“Are you… gonna get up or are you gonna stay here with me, sweetheart?” Toji raises a brow, watching your stiff body just pant above him. He cleans you up with the large towel — helping you slip your panties and skirt back on.
“Stay...” You’d mumble in a cock-drunken pant, mind completely in a daze.
Toji rolls his eyes with a sleazy smile and helps you stand up, you‘re intaking a sharp breath. You realize how tall he is now, and with the beaming sunlight shining on his face, he looks so handsome, pretty even. He‘s staring down at you with stoic green eyes. And then it dawned on you. You fucked Toji Fushiguro. The Toji Fushiguro. You’ve seen him on the news, and heard stories about him. “The Sorcerer Killer.” He was this dangerous ruthless assassin. And yet... you just had him deep in your guts, had him let you squirt, and ate your pussy out like it was the best meal he‘s ever gotten his hands on.
No regrets though. The whore in you screamed that you‘d definitely do it again.
“Oh yeah,” he cuts off your lewd thoughts, strolling towards the sink near the pilot’s cabin. You lazily follow him, holding your work heels in your hand. “Forgot. You never did actually get to help me with my luggage. That‘s alright. I think I got it.”
You stared at Toji — watching him wash his hands thoroughly, and he catches you gawking at him through the mirror briefly. He dries his hands off, and you fix your blazer with a needy sigh. “Thank you for um… choosing our airlines, Mr. Fushiguro.”
“Toji, girl.” He tells you, swiping a delicate thumb against your lips.
“Right… Toji,” You‘d softly reply, staring into his emerald viridescent eyes. He liked the way you said his name, he found it cute. Somewhat endearing. The eye contact remains before you clear your throat, giving him room to leave the claustrophobic filled bathroom. “I hope your uh… trip goes well. Wherever you‘re going.”
Toji sulks, rolling his eyes. “Gimme your phone.”
“My phone?” You stammered, and he just blankly stares at you, as if his eyes asserted dominance, saying: you heard me. “Okay…”
Toji grabs your phone, and he scrolls his stubby fingers through — and reaches the contact app. He pulls out his too and you stood still, wiping any remaining running mascara down your face, hearing him type quickly, tapping his foot against the carpet floor. He‘s got a stoic expression, the blue light reflecting on his face.
“There,” he says, with a sly smile. You grab your phone, looking down then at him. He gave you his phone number, and texted himself. “I could tell you‘re probably gonna want more of me,” and his voice is low — face flushing with radiating heat once his eyes lingers towards your chest then back up at your face. “Just give me a text when you‘re horny. Whenever I come back on this airline again, I’ll be in the same place. You know.”
“Okay.” you glanced up at him, locking your phone. Toji brings a peck to your forehead, slipping you a hundred dollar bill, and he stuffs it in your bra before you watched him start to walk away. You gasp, and mumble a, “Thank… you…?”
“Work on your customer service for me. I‘ll be seeing you, Y/N.” And he unloads his things, boarding off the jet. You stood on shaky legs, before opening your phone to see Toji‘s contact again just out of curiosity.
Your eyes widened, seeing a full-blown image of Toji's veiny cock with a brief text underneath the attachment that read: “Sleep well, little girl. Tell that Kyle guy I said hey.”
The sword decided it would be fun to possess Kazuha once more but it took a turn~
Sub Venti x Afab Goddess Reader SMUT/FLUFF
The archon of Anemo missed his dear Goddess the goddess came back and is making up for lost time~
Sub Scaramouche x Afab Goddess Reader SMUT/FLUFF
The puppet has been challenged you to a duel calling you many names you needed to teach the puppet to respect a goddess~
Innocent Sub Kunikuzushi x Dom Goddess Afab Reader
You found the puppet all alone in the rain and aided him for some decades but the young boy developed feelings for you and wanted to make you feel good.
Sub Aether x Mage Afab Reader smut
You flirt with the Aether to get a reaction out of him.
cw: fem! reader, soft!dom kazuha, praising, mating press, tummy bulge. note: hmmm kazuha fucking his cute gf as a stress reliever.
“angel. i just can’t get enough of you,” he stammers, and kazuha’s coating your body with kisses as he’s got you in a sweet mating press position. he’s staring at you with heart-filled eyes, and you’re just laying there like the cute little pillow princess you are. he’s rocking himself against you, so sensually that makes you dig your nails into his arm, and he has a weary smile spreading on his face. he leans in to kiss the nape of your neck. “missed you all day. it’s so exhausting bein’ a criminal,” and then he happily sighs only to softly moan into your ear. “makes everything worth it comin’ home to you.”
you’re whining from how good his thrusts feel that’s continuing to nudge and jolt deep into your pussy. “missed you too,” you’d mumble, and you sling a frail arm around his neck, pulling him close to you and he chuckles, feeling his hand press down on your tummy. “you had me so horny all day thinkin‘ about you, kazu.”
“aw, really?” he coos, and he genuinely looks flustered, planting a kiss on your cheek as he’s quietly grunting from the way your walls spawned and clenched around him. his face turns red once you embarrassingly turn away and he strokes his bandaged thumb against your cheek, such in awe at you. “baby, tell me how you really feel,” and he’s fucking you so deep but so slow with such good rhythm that scratches a good itch in your empty brain. “look at me,” he whines, and your eyes trail towards him. kazuha’s got an almost smug grin, and he reaches down to rub on your throbbing cunt. “you touched your pretty pussy earlier thinking about me while i was gone, huh?”
you’d sniffle, nodding and he’s got a gentle caressing grip on your chin. kazuha’s staring deeply into your eyes as he’s continuously stretching out your pussy with the help of his erect cock. it has you letting out moan after moan, mind completely hazed and dizzy. “mhm. started to even fantasize about you.”
“uh huh? tell me more.” he innocently says, and his silk voice is nearly hoarse. it’s adorable. the way his tone sounds so needy. kazuha’s swiftly creating motion with his hips, gripping onto your waist now and you’re moaning out his name, watching his hair all get tangled and block his view of vision within each thrust.
you bring him into a deep kiss, and whimper while feeling him slide a hand down towards your tummy again to then go towards your clit. just spasming within his cock. you pull away, taking a second to inhale before glancing up at him. “well i thought about you— when i was fingerin’ myself. imagined it was you, kazu,” and he’s so in love with you he can’t stop the cute happy smile spreading on his face before moaning into your neck. “started… moanin’ y’er name out load. it made me get wet a little. thinkin’ about you fuckin’ me until you fill me up with y’er cum. whining about how much you missed me.”
kazuha hums sweet nothings directly to your ear before staring at your lips, repeating the motion of his thumb now stroking your lip with such sweet intent. “this pussy, huh?” he coos, and you whine feeling him softly squeeze it, all while he’s still making your count produce loud squelching noises with your hips jittering and bouncing underneath him. “i find it impeccably endearing that you fantasize about me,” he whispers, leaning into your ear. kazuha slips out loud moans directly next to your ear canal, making you twitch around him, nails still attached to his pale soft skin like velcro. “you’re so cute for me, angel.”
“c—couldn‘t help it,” you’d stammer out of your shaky throat. the pure feeling of his red hardened tip occasionally brushing against your core, your spongey needy walls makes your pussy turn into complete spasms. you rubbed your legs against his bare back, and he’s chuckling at the way you’re starting to slowly get dumb on his cock. you always acted like this, really. “and i also thought about you… eating out my pussy until ‘m cryin.’ you always eat me out so good, kazu.”
“oh, i love when you praise me,” he blushes, and he breaks out into a cute giggle, now rubbing his bandaged thumb against your neck. kazuha’s looking down at you with soft eyes, hips rolling you into pure ecstasy to where you can hardly think straight. “hmm. eat you out until you’re crying? isn’t that a little kinky?”
you whimpered, and he’s grinding himself against you, cock reaching deep deep into your pussy. all the right crevices and angles and ridges. you nearly feel like you’re floating.
“so…?” you’d sob, and you pull him into another kiss. kazuha’s got a sweetened smile on his face as he happily kisses back, both of you moaning into each other’s mouths. you pull away before gasping, feeling your leg start to bounce underneath him. “k—kazuha… y’er gonna make me cum… ‘m close…”
kazuha’s rubbing his hair against your neck as you’re clinging onto him. his pace is so soft and smooth but oh so incredibly raunchy — he can‘t help but moan against the way he’s now performing sloppy thrusts against your puffy poor sopping pussy. “i know. me too,” he pants, and he’s watching as your eyes dart everywhere around the room — only before meeting his, staring into his gentle warm eyes that had such pools of elegance and calmness within them. “not yet pretty girl. wait a bit f‘me, okay? think you can do that for me?”
you’re show off a cute pout, bottom lip slightly tuckering and sticking out before you whined, tightly locking your quivering thighs around his slime bare waist. “dunno if i can hold it kazu.. need to cum…”
“aw, pretty baby i know you do,” he coos, and his voice merry breaks at watching you grow so profoundly stupid on his cock. kazuha does the slow gentle yet semi-rough strokes that always knows how to make your legs shake and your pussy ultimately throb. he leans in close to you, playfully nibbling on your lip while still softly rubbing against your cunt and you’re whimpering, holding onto his neck for deal life. kazuha’s moaning into your neck again, and it gets him so hard a bit feeling his bulge in your tummy. you feel his bandaged hand slide across near it and he gives you a soft playful smile. “aw. you feel the outline of my cock right here, don’t you? am i making you nice ‘n full?”
“y—yes kazu,” you’d whimper, and sweet incoherent babbles are being pulled out the back of your throat. his touch against your clit with his hand is so smooth, it nearly stings but it feels so good as he’s rubbing against you, knowing you’re about to prettily cream all over his cock soon. “make me cum please… please.”
he blushes deeply as you pull his head into your chest and he’s nearly suffocated with you play with his hair — nearly suffocated from being smothered with your tits and he giggles. “aw, of course baby,” he grins, and he cutely showers your face with kisses until he sees you smile, still letting off lewd whines and moans. “go ahead. cum all for me, okay? you’ve been such a good girl you deserve it.”
loves to see you almost struggle to take him every time, and praises you so good while ur babbling complete gibberish.
“zhongli you’re s—stretching me s’much,” you’d whine, and he’s staring at you with soft eyes. he finds you so adorable, the way your lip trembles and you have your hand on his chest. his long ponytail tickles your skin as you’re compelling yourself on his cock, trying not to be so loud. your moans make him smile, and does something to his ego that he can only make you this way. “don’t know if you’re gonna fit inside of me.”
zhongli hums out of amusement, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear and you feel the plump head of his cock reach your cervix and it has you yanking a lewd surprised moan from the back of your throat.
“pretty girl. but you can take me,” he reassures you, planting a kiss on your forehead. you start to bounce on his cock, admiring the unfathomable ache and stretch it presented your cunt willingly. “you always do. you’re a big girl, are you not? my big girl, who won't stop begging for me to stretch this cute pussy out? hm?”
you’d sniffle, nodding pathetically as he’s staring down at your jostling body that’s rubbing against him. “mhm. i— i can take it. m’ trying to,” you’d whimper off a sigh, and he’s got his hands softly wrapped around your waist, holding you up firmly. zhongli can’t help but watch you bounce and squirm on his lengthy cock, making him twitch at the way your back is extraordinarily arched. “oh my g—god,” you’d cry out, mewling into his neck. zhongli rubbed a hand down your back, soothing you— your legs nearly gave out from the thick stretch he created. you were wet, pulsating underneath him. he lowly groaned once he bottomed out, and it left you with such a tingly sensation. “hah—more.. zhongli. please.. i need it… ”
“thought you said it wouldn’t fit,” he teased, and he feels you tense and clench around him — so obligated to keep the archon’s cock inside you that you tightly wrap your legs around him. he’s blown away by how clingy you are, yet here you were mumbling and whining how you can’t take him. it’s a reoccurring thing that always happens between the two of you. “be lucky i’m not using my other form on you, angel. don’t know if that would be humanly possible, heh.”
your pussy throbbed with ecstasy at his words, and you knew he was right. though, it made you grow a lot more needy, fucking yourself on his cock and he let you. “don’t be m—mean zhongli,” you whined, and you feel so stuffed full. you’re clamping down on him, mind feeling dazed and you’re shivering from the way his cock reaches further and further. he’s making sure that you feel every inch of him, every ridge, everything. “so good… fuck…” he's so big, and you've taken him before. plenty of times! but it's like each and every considerable moment you take his huge lengthy cock, you can almost never get used to the size. he's always staring down at you with a proud and smug smile spreading on his lips, encouraging that you can take it, because you have taken him before. regardless if he's too big or not. he'll always fit for you. always.
ᘓ ݂ ໋ . CYNO + ORGASM DENIAL.
he’s a lil sadistic 🙈 cyno wants you to stare at him dead in the eyes before you cum, telling you how good you’re doing while you’re begging him to orgasm.
“aw, does this pussy deserve to cum?” he gives you a mocking stare, nose deep into your cunt. he’s flicking his tongue against your nub and your legs jolt and shake — gripping onto his long white strands. you can barely make any words out as you’re reaching your absolute peak. “look at me.”
you do, and the general is just slurping your pussy, feasting on it as if it was some rare scarce buffet. he’s got the most subtle smug expression as you’re watching him eat you out, loud moans deliberately wrenching from your aching throat. “c—cyno please please,” you’d whimper, yanking on his hair. he shoots you a mean-mugging glare, and whenever you do that, it makes him sink his tongue deeper into you. “have to cum again. please let me. c’mon please.. ‘m so close…” he's slurping everything out of your cunt to where you start to guiltlessly grind your hips against his mouth watching his head slightly shift and bob from your sexy movements.
your walls clench around his tongue, and your stomach ultimately tightens as he’s just suckling your poor clit — abusing it and not missing any spot with his tongue. you can hear him moaning underneath his breath, but it’s real quiet. eating you out made him so hard, whether he’d admit it to you or not. “don’t know. you’ve been being a brat lately,” he sighs, smug arrogance leaving each word he spoke. you whimpered, feeling him abruptly stop — clenching around nothing now and you sat up with the most cute, disappointed face. “think i’ll just take a break. this pussy can wait for me, right?”
“h—huh??” you sobbed, tears poking your eyes from being denied yet again. right when your boyfriend says those despicable heart aching-pussy throbbing-lip quivering words, he mockingly gives your pussy a little pat and swiftly licked the slick off of his lips with an easy swipe of his tongue. near cat-like. you’re having a whole fit — panting heavily and he’s just returning you with that acting dumb smug expression. he's staring up at you with this broadened closed-mouth grin, lips glossed and shiny with your tasty slick. the feast you delivered him was just simply he couldn't get enough of. “why’d you stop?! please cyno.. need you to make me cum.. cyno... please, i’ll be good, promise.. cyno...”
he laughs at you constantly repeating his name all cute and pathetically and how you start yanking and tugging on his hair with no mercy, practically rutting your puffed pussy against his face for him to continue, wanting and yearning and begging for him to just shove his tongue back into your sweet needy cunt. “hmph. i’ll think about it,” he mutters, bringing your clit a soft kiss and you moan at his answer, a soft pout growing on your lips. cyno's such a tease, he'll stare dead at you whimpering pout before waiting a good minute before actually giving you full permission to cum on his tongue so he can clean you up. rewarding you with sweet nothings and praises. “okay, go ahead and cum for me, baby.”
your legs are practically numb by this point, and everything looks like it’s spinning once you finally let go and it feels so good. cyno’s swirling his tongue around your cunt, rubbing his thumb softly against the pad of it and you let out a whiney orgasm, slumping to the bed with an exhausted sigh. he finds you adorable, and your grip on his hair lessens. and he hums over your clit at your fucked dumb state all because of his tongue. he’s staring at you with lust red pupils, before chuckling. “good girl. maybe you’ll think twice before being a brat,” he mumbles, giving your pussy a final pat before kissing it. “or we’ll have to train this pretty cunt a little more on how to be obedient and proper, hm?”
ᘓ ݂ ໋ . KAZUHA + BREEDING KINK.
hear me out 🧍🏽♀️. once you suggest for kazuha to breed you as a joke, he becomes so committed to filling you up to the brim, and it makes his mouth water simply from the feeling of it.
“breed you—? like, inside of you?” kazuha he’s stammering over you, he’s swooning at how warm you feel, watching and studying your cute and twisted facial expressions as you’re trying to form words but end up failing due to his soft yet deep thrusts.
“y—yes, i want you to kazu.” you’d whimper, voice trembling over every word. he gives you a long stare, huffing soft breaths before he’s growing so hard by the moment, and the way you move and wriggle your hips against him teasingly for pure encouragement utterly does something to him :((
“o—okay, okay. i can… i’ll breed you my angel. if that’s what you want,” he moans, and his voice continues to crack cutely. he’s taking a deep breath, making a circular motion with his hips as he continues to ram into your cunt with his swift thrusts. he leans into you, full missionary position which is one of his favorites. he’s so in love with you, whenever he pulls in for a kiss he moans into your mouth and you smile, running a hand through his hair to reassure him. he’s doing so good, pleasing you — and himself while he’s at it.
kazuha’s thrusts start to pick up more deranged and erratic to where he nearly gets lost in the pleasure, pure bliss. he’s whimpering something under his breath, probably a cute haiku or maybe it along the lines of, “o—oh my god i’m cumming.. breeding… y/n…” you couldn’t really fathom it. he’s continuing to try and pace himself, but he’s fucking you so sloppy now, all you can do is clench around him and get tingles from his warm minty scented breath colliding against your neck. “fuck.. excuse my foul l—language.. oh…” and he’s spraying velvety ropes of his cum deep inside you. it’s adorable, you hug him tightly, moaning along with him and he’s still cumming to where he’s spasming above you, his bare chest that was now currently pressed over you heaving.
kazuha’s so out of it, faded and he has a mere drunken smile on his face before apprehensively giggling. poor guy’s so overflown with emotions, he’s blinking rapidly like what the hell even just happened? he’s sharply inhaling, rewarding you with a deep warm kiss that makes your heart and pussy flutter and he moans again in your mouth, face completely pale and flushed. “you did so good f’me, kazuha,” you’d whisper, hugging him close to you. he’s happily sighing at your words, a small drowsy smile wavering on his pink lips at the praise. “filled me up so good. my tummy’s all swollen.”
“yeah..? well i didn’t wanna leave it empty for you,” he whimpers in a sweet raspy voice — his tone sounds like a mere pout, nudging his hair against your skin. he’s all lightheaded, peppering your collarbone with kisses and as he’s starting to make out with you again, he’s reaching down to rub against your pussy to feel the sticky mess he created — causing you to now whine in his mouth, slinging an arm around him. once he pulls away, spit departing he softly sighs, swiping his thumb against your bottom lip while staring at you deeply. “i— wanna breed you a lot more now.... if you’ll… let me of course,” he sighs before whining again. “i’m awfully exhausted. maybe we should stay like this for a while? don’t wanna waste any of my cum inside of you… deep in that pretty womb.”
ᘓ ݂ ໋ . PANTALONE + CORRUPTION KINK.
he honestly looks like the type. nothing better than to fuck his cute doe-eyed “innocent” girlfriend until she’s a complete sobbing mess, dumbing her down so good.
“uh oh. should i stop sweetheart?” he’s asking in such a smooth luscious voice. pantalone’s taking you from behind, his thrusts making you feel butterflies rise up in your tummy. each sentence he speaks makes your heart throb, hearing blood pump through your ears. he’s softly got a hand wrapped around your throat, gripping just enough to hear the moans that vibrate come straight from out of you directly. “you look like it’s too much for you. can’t take it after all, huh?” he chuckles lowly, gently rubbing the pad of his thumb against the middle part of your throat.
you’re pouting at his words, and he’s saying all the right words to make you squirm against him, wanting him to continue, to keep fucking you. pantalone’s so good at praising, it’s like second nature for him — he loves to casually whisper in your ear, egging you on with that teasing tone of his. yet at the same time sardonically, his endearing enchanting praises nowhere matches his solid captivating deep thrusts. “i— i can. please don’t stop p…pantalone.”
“—pantalone?” he hums as a response, running his hands through your hair, combing it with his fingers. he sounds almost baffled, disgusted even and he’s just mercilessly jerking his hips into you to where you’re seeing a plethora of stars, almost no words could come out of your mouth. pure emptiness.
“oh… sir… i’m sorry…” you corrected yourself, moaning on his cock. as soon as you address him as that, his shaft twitches, and you feel it. you feel woozy, but it just feels so good, you don’t want him to ever stop, you’re bawling the satin bedsheets in your small fists with your tongue lewdly lolled out. “r—really sorry. think you should.. punish me by f-fucking me more… please sir…” and you're so lost in the pleasure, you don't even hear the sheer sound of a giggle nearly escaping the back of your throat, his cock pummeling deep into that needy sopping wet core of yours. his dick drives you mad respectively, and all you want is for him to keep fucking you over and over again.
pantalone scoffs to himself at your bratty response — merely needy at that and brings a spank to your ass before using another hand to repeat his same method by rubbing the middle part of your throat with the pad of his gloved thumb. he loves to hear his sweet girl’s whines and whimpers. “silly sweetheart. you’ve got some nerve telling me what to do, huh?” you moan as a response, a cute giddy smile plastering on your lips as you’re chasing your high. your boyfriend combs a hand through your hair to make you stare at yourself in the mirror, and he looks so smug. so proud of fucking his cute sweet dumb girlfriend to this point. to where you’re barely able to comprehend anything. “look at you. so pretty for me. you’re adorable,” he sighs, bringing a cheeky kiss to your temple. “such a sweet little thing you are.”
“mhm! p—please don’t stop sir. want you to fuck me until i can’t stop cumming,” you’d plead, bawling the satin sheets into your hand. he’s attractively humming as a response, watching you nearly gasp from the way his hips are deeply pulverizing and grinding against your slick cunt. pantalone’s got you so feral to where your brain is so fried and your vision is just so … misty. all you can really comprehend is his silky rich words repeating, “baby.. baby… so good for me…” and you’re whimpering into your pillow, being such a cute pillow princess for him as he’s fucking you just right. so good into your pussy until your entire body is shaking and deliberately spasming for more of his cock, like the greedy needy bitch in heat you always undoubtedly were.
ᘓ ݂ ໋ . DILUC + BIMBOFICATION.
he’s obsessed with dumbing his sweet girl down as you’re doing nothing but babbling on his cock completely empty-headed and whining for more as he’s continuously reaching deep deep into your pussy.
“think ‘m gonna cum soon diluc,” you’d whimper, and he’s staring up at you with half-lidded eyes and such a dull yet smug expression. he gets so lost in demolishing your cunt, and you’re just yanking into his red strands, legs quivering and shaking beneath him. he finds you so adorable, bouncing on his cock with your entire body cutely convulsing within his hold. “y—you’re stuffin‘ me so good. can’t hold on for much l…longer…”
each hard slip against his base makes him groan, and you’re showing no signs of stopping since you’re on his lap — holding onto his shoulders for dear life with pretty tears poking through your eyes. “aw that’s too bad. did you hit your head or something, silly girl?” he’s mumbling, and you whine from feeling the coldness of his leather-gloved fingertips trail down your waist. you’re moaning from his girth and your face is completely flustered as you’re dumbing yourself down to the max on your boyfriend’s cock. it makes him smile to himself that only he can see you like this. make you feel like this. "you just came, did you not? or are you just saying that because this poor little brain doesn't know what to think?"
you sniffle, a small dainty pathetic sob tearing from the back of your throat at how deliciously good his raunchy thursts feel. it has your mouth nearly widening from the lewd sloshing sounds being created, and he's playfully fucking you balls deep. "nuh-uh. it's not my fault you know how to make me c—cum so quick, diluc..!" you'd sharply gasp, and the fat tip of his cock is just smothering your delightful cervix with millions of kisses. "can't... really think straight with you so deep.... deep in me..."
"when can you ever think straight though, my love?" he coos in your ear, and diluc's steadily making continuation of fucking you through euphoria. his cock is relentlessly reaching further and further into your precious cunt to where you're spasming above him, spongy walls only good for innocently clamping down around him. you're so cute, you sling your weak quavery arms around him, whimpering into his ear and repeating his name as if it was some enchanted mantra. he finds you so endearing. especially on how you can't keep your hands out of his hair, snatching the ponytail out of his hair and his red strands are now flawlessly everywhere. "aren't you adorable."
you're nearly reaching your peak, body trembling with such an erotic rhapsody that you're nearly creaming on his cock again, presenting a sloppy ring at his pace. "diluc. diluc? diluc.." and you're crying out his name repeatedly and he's staring at you smugly, lowly grunting himself as your cute legs are all sore from bouncing but you don't wanna stop. at all. that was way out of the question. you're babbling until he surprises you with a heavy sticky load that makes such a mess your entire pussy squelches from beneath him, soaking up everything. he groans, hissing under his breath as he doesn't exactly stop and your head is just cutely tapping against his shoulders.
"fuck," he moans through gritted teeth, and he's got a tight grip on your ass, slowing down for a bit before deeply sighing. his breathing is so erratic, even that makes your cunt twitch. you're quivering beneath him from the tender sting that was just created and he's panting as much as you, bringing a soft kiss to your pouty exhausted lips. "look at you, so perfect. taking my load like a good girl. not a dumb one right? dumb girls don't deserve thick loads, do they?" you happily sigh, shaking your head against his chest before smacking your forehead against his tense pectorals and he's stroking your hair with a weary grin.
ᘓ ݂ ໋ . AL-HAITHAM + EXHIBITIONISM.
doesn’t care who hears. al haitham’s gonna fuck you whenever and wherever he feels like it, and if you’re scared people will hear, he’ll reassure you. with his dick.
“i—i didn’t think you were serious, al-haitham,” you’d whimper, and your poor little hands are just gripping onto his desk. he’s grunting, and showing no signs of inadequate stamina because he’s fucking you real good. to where your back arches and you’re loudly whining from the stretch he’s continuously making against your wet throbbing pussy. “we’re right next door to people a—and what if they hear us..? hear me…? kaveh and cyno said they’ll be r-right back…”
he softly smiles to himself, and his erect cock twitches inside of you from your constant worrying and babbling. he’s constantly pulling your cute body into him each time — slamming your cunt right back against him to where your whole body trembles against the wooden desk. this was so risky, and it got him off so much. “baby, you worry too much,” he grins, and you feel him playfully trail his fingers down your spine. your pussy’s clenching tightly around him and you’re whimpering, leaning down to bury your head into your arms. “if you don’t want anyone hearing your adorable moans, all you gotta do is be quiet. silly girl. ever thought of that?”
“n—not that easy!” you’d whine as a response, pout tugging on your lips. you’re completely hazed before feeling him slither a hand down to rub circles on your clit, darkly chuckling into your ear that you’re just overreacting and everything’s okay. you let out a high pitched moan, gripping onto his hand, encouraging him to keep going and he hums to himself at how cutely compliant you are. “o—oh my fucking god… ‘haitham…”
he’s watching your slump body cutely extend over his oval shaped desk, and he’s admiring his work. your expressions are adorable and he quickly drags you up to finish fucking you on his lap. you sit firmly down before bouncing again, and you whine, plain nails firmly digging deep into his pail shoulders. al-haitham’s eyes watch as you’re babbling incoherent nothings and murmurs and you’re taking his cock up at down. so adorable. suddenly though, you hear kaveh’s voice from the outside. “uhhh?? everything okay in there? oh please don’t tell me you two are fucking.”
your boyfriend pats a hand over your mouth, and you’re moaning into his hand now, he’s nearly chuckling from kaveh and how you’re eyes are nearly rolling from his cock inches deep into your pussy. his hips are spasming into you, and he’s helping keeping you steady with his hands gripping onto your waist. it’s making him so feverish, and he nearly starts moaning himself from the way you’re staring back at him with lust filled eyes. his hand’s still covering your mouth, and you probably decorated it with your sloppy drool everywhere. he doesn’t mind though. you’re his pretty messy baby.
“wha— they’re definitely fucking! degenerates.” kaveh sulks, ear pressed up against the door.
— warnings / content warnings . HERES A LIL THIRST BC I HAVE NO IDEAS 4 REAL DRABBLES! IDKDK!! UHH bath sex, vaginal sex, a lil dirty talk, slight choking, mentions of squirting MAYBE??, overall suggestive content please let me know if i missed a few ໒꒰՞ ܸ. .ܸ՞꒱ა || 18+ MINORS DO NOT INTERACT.
— a/n . whoopsie it’s kinda a lil rushed because i want to sleep and rest waaahhh sososos sorry but i finally wrote something after so many days! woo! SORRY THAT ITS RUSHED! sososos sorry it’s a thirst anyways it’s fine!!!! || reblogs appreciated also ^-^
ੈ‧₊˚ “i’m not stopping you.”
✦ WANDERER . SCARAMOUCHE
“s—scara! hah!” you managed to muffle out, scaramouche’s hand lightly squeezing your throat, forcing moans out your throat, taking his cock so well like the good girl you are. “fuck.. you feel so good.” he muttered, your eyes sealing shut as he kept a quick pace. “look at you.. so fucking pathetic and desperate for my cock.” he grabbed your hips, pounding into your aching cunt until the tip of his dick reached and brushed against your deepest areas, feeling your walls clench around him each time he fucked you on his cock. scaramouche couldn’t help it. spreading your legs as far as they could before ramming into you once more as you whined at his harsh thrusts. he licked his lips, hands pinning your wrists above your head on top of the tub as his other squeezed your throat, applying enough pressure to force a choked moan out of your lips.
archons.. scaramouche lost track of time. he was lost in thought, his face was getting red again. he was so embarrassed, but he did what you said, bathe with you. but he didn’t expect himself to show you a part of himself that he had never showed anyone else. his eyes went wide as he reached a spot inside of you he thought he couldn’t. you saw his whole body shake at the feeling of how hard you clenched around his cock. his heart started to beat rapidly, he was going too far, far inside of your soaked pussy, he wanted nothing but more and more of you. he couldn't believe what his life had come to, he was slowly but surely losing control over himself. he fucked you with no mercy, refusing to slow down his thrusts. “yeah? you like this don’t you?”
he grabbed your hips gently, lips curving into a smirk before angling your body a certain way, making his cock brush up against your sweetest spot. “scaramouche!” your back arched, your moans only grew louder by the second. “you like it when i fuck your pussy like this, [name]? fuck it until you can’t even keep track of time anymore? naughty slut. you always wanted me to pound this pussy until you cant cum no more, right? is that what you always wanted me to do? fucking slut.” you moaned at his words, orgasm built up quickly inside of you, your body shock as you came, squirting on his dick. “fuck..” you used all strength left in your body to interlock your lips with his. scaramouche felt his heart skip a beat. he never thought he would know what it would be like to be kissed by you, it seems to him you had just put the final nail in his coffin, you were driving him absolutely crazy. the young man let himself be kissed by you, returning the favour as he pinched your nipple with his fingers.
“tell me, do you want me to fuck you until you can’t handle it anymore, hm?”
“h—hah.. you can please me all you want, i’m not stopping you.”
ABOUT: there's nothing better than waking up with the inazuma's esteemed fixer by your side.
CONTENT: fem reader, praise, creampie.
MINORS DO NOT INTERACT.
"morning, princess."
you couldn't imagine waking up to anything other than your boyfriend's raspy hums, riddled with sleep yet still so warm and enticing. his arms tugged you closer, securing your back flush against his bare chest as you both lay on your sides.
thoma placed a tender kiss to the back of your neck and then another to your cheek, making you giggle. you swivelled around and onto your back, with thoma hauling himself to hover above you. you could barely utter a "good morning" of your own before his soft lips met yours once again.
mornings like this with thoma were a rarity, for he often needed to be at the kamisato estate in the early hours. today, however, it seemed that the esteemed siblings could wait a while longer. the sight of his tousled blonde hair created the illusion of a halo that the morning sun cast over him, and was accompanied by the melody of inazuma's local avians serenading the rising dawn outside of the windows. everything was peaceful and serene.
thoma's affections showed no signs of halting, as he continued peppering an abundance of butterfly kisses to every inch of skin he could reach: to your cheeks, to your nose, to your lips. the interaction was pure and innocent, playful and intimate. you could feel the beaming smile on his lips as they came into contact with your skin, radiating the omnipresent glee that made him inviting to everybody that was blessed enough to spend even a fraction of a second in his presence.
"thoma!" you finally got out, your own features exhibiting true bliss. "what's gotten into you, my love?"
reflecting your own joy like the perfect mirror, thoma replied with a grin: "can't i show my sweet girl how much i love her? if you'd rather i leave, i'm sure lord kamisato would appreciate my attention instead..." the teasing statement was punctuated with a playful chuckle leaving his lips.
you wrapped your limbs around the man, clinging to his body like an oversized koala. "not going anywhere," you mumbled, nuzzling your head into his neck.
the position gave thoma the perfect opportunity to start sucking at the delicate skin of your neck, teasing you slightly before attacking your sweet spot. you only buried yourself deeper into him, pulling yourself closer and inhaling his scent. meanwhile, he continued the assault on your neck, trail of hot skin left in his wake. though muffled by your head planted against him, few strangled whimpers slipped past the weak barrier of your lips. for thoma, this was encouragement to continue nibbling at your skin, warm breath tickling you as the ghost of a smirk embellished his features.
one particularly drawn out moan of his name caught thoma's attention, heavenly noises going straight to his cock.
"my pretty darlin', there's nothing in the universe more beautiful than that sound."
thoma's hand let go of you for a brief moment, only to snake its way underneath your shirt (well, his shirt, considering that you often slept in one of thoma's old black tees.) his thumb caressed your stomach before moving upwards to find your breast. he grabbed a handful of it, gently massaging and groping at the flesh.
your breath caught in your throat as thoma's nimble fingers flicked at your nipples, buds hardening under his touch. each tweak and tug exhibited expert care; you struggled against the urge to begin grinding against him as he toyed with you.
always the observant individual, he noticed this. you whined as thoma made a futile attempt to pull himself up and off of you, only to be forced back into your embrace once more. instead of sitting you up and watching you tremble as he played with you, thoma thought on his feet and came up with another option. one of his arms wrapped around your back once again, his other hand sliding between your legs. he traced a few languid shapes into your inner thigh, patterns that will soon be lost to time. thoma loved how hazy you already were, the remnants of sleep and strings of pleasure creating that fucked out look on your face.
thoma began by tracing your clothed cunt, feathered touches feeling how needy you were for him. both the way your hips subconsciously rotated against his hand and the little wet patch seeping through your underwear told him just what he wanted. lithe fingers pushed the material to the side, dancing over your puffy clit as he captured your soft lips in his own. you moaned into thoma's mouth, the calloused pad of his finger heightening your sensitivity. breaking away from the kiss, you began to beg.
"thoma," your voice breathy, "want you in me, please? need you,"
thoma couldn't help himself from being amused by your neediness, nor could he resist giving into you when you sounded oh so sweet. "of course, princess, anything you'd like."
he didn't bother to kick off his own underwear, simply lowering his waistband just enough to take out his cock. your own eyes remained trained on his face, how etheral he looked when bathed in the sun's early rays. he pumped his length a few times, smearing pre and preparing himself for you. he traced your slit until you whined. aligning himself with your entrance, slick already soaking the pair of you, he pushed in painfully slowly.
you fit him like a glove, velvety walls enveloping thoma's thick cock. he moved to hold you close once again, letting you cling to him whilst he fucked you. his movements remained slow and sensual, relishing in how he could feel every part of you, just as you could him. with each thrust he bottomed out, retreating back until barely the head of his cock rest in you, repeating the motion over and over.
he splayed a hand out over your back, encouraging the arch that let him pound deeper into you. his other arm caged you to his chest, positioned perfectly for him to whisper tender praises into your ear.
"so good for me, baby. keep going, just like that, my perfect girl,"
thoma's pace eventually quickened, indicating that he was close to his high already. he could tell that you were too, fluttering walls ready to milk his cock for all that it was worth. "'m close," you confessed, although it was as clear as day to the man who knew you so well.
"going to cum on my cock, pretty girl? go ahead, baby, but i wanna hear you say my name,"
mind in a daze, the only word you now seemed to know was "thoma". each time he plunged into you, you punctuated his thrust with a whine of his name. thoma's cock kissed your cervix, gently tapping the opening with his blunt head. it drove you insane, repeating his name like a lewd mantra, the only thing keeping you anchored in the seas of euphoria.
thoma let you hide your flushed face in his shoulder and pull yourself impossibly close to him, holding you with one arm, and the other reaching between your bodies to rub a tight circle around your twitching clit. the added stimulation made you gush, pretty cunt squeezing thoma's cock enough to trigger his own orgasm. strings of his creamy cum spilled inside of you, the room filling with pants as you both tried to regain some composure. you remained clinging to him, as he did you. thoma made no move to pull out of you, simply enjoying the sweet afterglow that only he was privileged enough to see.
eventually, thoma felt it was time pull out of you, putting your panties back in place as the mixture of his and your cum seeped out of your used pussy. he moved to cradle your cheek, pulling you in for the softest of kisses.
"i love you," he whispered, forehead pressed against one another as you returned the sentiment.
thus ensued the kind of peace that can only be found at dawn in a bedroom, two lovers basking in each other's presence. the thought of getting up, showered, and ready loomed, though remained ignored for the present moment. the only thing either of you cared about was the other, further responsibilities forgotten for now. thoma laid back and you curled into him, accumulated sweat disregarded as you held him and he you, neither wanting to let go.
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