nerd!jo is secretly a pervert
ꪆৎ mdni . nsfw . reader was filmed w/o consent . guilty while jerking off ⋮ 0.6k
nerd!jo who “accidentally” bumped you as you were exiting the cafeteria. terror washed over him when the iced coffee spilled on your…shirt. fuck. he could practically see your lace bra through the thin fabric. he apologized, brows furrowed as he unconsciously held the hinges of his eyeglasses. you only laughed it off, said it was no big deal and even cracked a joke to lighten the situation.
when you said you have no extra shirt, he insisted that you follow him to his dorm so he could lend you one. at first you were hesitant but you realized you’d miss a class if you chose to go to your dorm. besides, satoru is no stranger to you. well, who wouldn’t remember the guy with the conspicuous chalk-white hair. and god, the bright blue eyes behind those glasses; you’d be lying if you say that you never found him attractive.
before he had the chance to hand you the new shirt from his closet, you already pulled your drenched top over your head, leaving your upper body with nothing but the brassiere. satoru readjusted the rim of his eyeglasses as he watched you remove the residue off your skin. every wipe had made your boobs jiggle.
he tried to avert his gaze but his built up desire got the better of him. he could not resist the urge to look at your fucking tits. you had no idea how much he wanted to push you to his bed, yank the undergarment off your chest, and play with the mounds as he suck on the bud of your nipples.
later that night, with his roommate out and about like usual, satoru sat upright on the bed, only the light coming from his phone illuminated the space. on the screen, he rewinded the recording to the time you had entered the room. following you around had finally borne its own fruits. while the phone was propped on the blanket, he pulled his boxers down and held your discarded shirt with one hand. how lucky was he that you forgot to bring it with you.
satoru started stroking his dick as he watched the video clip. he heaved a deep sigh at watching your boobs for the second time. you have no idea how hard he would abuse that fucking tape. already leaking with pre cum, he rubbed the tip with his thumb to spread the fluid over his shaft.
fingers slick and mind drunk, satoru shut his eyes and imagined you were still in the room watching him jerk off. his hand glided up and down as the sound of your voice played in the background. he inhaled the scent of your perfume from the shirt like the filthy pervert that he is. his strokes got faster, teeth biting onto your shirt as he desperately reached for the release.
he jerked his hips up thinking that he’s fucking your pussy hole, grip tightening on his cock and breaths turning shallow at every hard thrust around his fingers. he mumbled your name through the fabric repeatedly like it’s a prayer, the dryness in his throat made his voice crack at each attempt. his drool soaked the bust part of the shirt. nevertheless, he sucked it like it’s your tits, tongue moving in circle motions like he’s playing with your nipple.
he whimpered and pleaded into thin air, begging forgiveness for secretly recording you. but fuck he needed to cum. just let this one pass. he swore he’d be a good boy once he had you in his life. he’d be at your mercy. he’d even let you punish him for this sinful act.
he slowed down his strokes and tossed his head weakly against the bed frame as ropes of cum spurted over your shirt.
nerd!jo is secretly a pervert
ꪆৎ mdni . nsfw . reader was filmed w/o consent . guilty while jerking off ⋮ 0.6k
nerd!jo who “accidentally” bumped you as you were exiting the cafeteria. terror washed over him when the iced coffee spilled on your…shirt. fuck. he could practically see your lace bra through the thin fabric. he apologized, brows furrowed as he unconsciously held the hinges of his eyeglasses. you only laughed it off, said it was no big deal and even cracked a joke to lighten the situation.
when you said you have no extra shirt, he insisted that you follow him to his dorm so he could lend you one. at first you were hesitant but you realized you’d miss a class if you chose to go to your dorm. besides, satoru is no stranger to you. well, who wouldn’t remember the guy with the conspicuous chalk-white hair. and god, the bright blue eyes behind those glasses; you’d be lying if you say that you never found him attractive.
before he had the chance to hand you the new shirt from his closet, you already pulled your drenched top over your head, leaving your upper body with nothing but the brassiere. satoru readjusted the rim of his eyeglasses as he watched you remove the residue off your skin. every wipe had made your boobs jiggle.
he tried to avert his gaze but his built up desire got the better of him. he could not resist the urge to look at your fucking tits. you had no idea how much he wanted to push you to his bed, yank the undergarment off your chest, and play with the mounds as he suck on the bud of your nipples.
later that night, with his roommate out and about like usual, satoru sat upright on the bed, only the light coming from his phone illuminated the space. on the screen, he rewinded the recording to the time you had entered the room. following you around had finally borne its own fruits. while the phone was propped on the blanket, he pulled his boxers down and held your discarded shirt with one hand. how lucky was he that you forgot to bring it with you.
satoru started stroking his dick as he watched the video clip. he heaved a deep sigh at watching your boobs for the second time. you have no idea how hard he would abuse that fucking tape. already leaking with pre cum, he rubbed the tip with his thumb to spread the fluid over his shaft.
fingers slick and mind drunk, satoru shut his eyes and imagined you were still in the room watching him jerk off. his hand glided up and down as the sound of your voice played in the background. he inhaled the scent of your perfume from the shirt like the filthy pervert that he is. his strokes got faster, teeth biting onto your shirt as he desperately reached for the release.
he jerked his hips up thinking that he’s fucking your pussy hole, grip tightening on his cock and breaths turning shallow at every hard thrust around his fingers. he mumbled your name through the fabric repeatedly like it’s a prayer, the dryness in his throat made his voice crack at each attempt. his drool soaked the bust part of the shirt. nevertheless, he sucked it like it’s your tits, tongue moving in circle motions like he’s playing with your nipple.
he whimpered and pleaded into thin air, begging forgiveness for secretly recording you. but fuck he needed to cum. just let this one pass. he swore he’d be a good boy once he had you in his life. he’d be at your mercy. he’d even let you punish him for this sinful act.
he slowed down his strokes and tossed his head weakly against the bed frame as ropes of cum spurted over your shirt.
⊱ Your boyfriend has made such a perfect image of himself, but who knew one simple study session would let it all fall down? Only you had the ability to break him into his true perverse nature.
⊱ ~2600 w/c, 18+ MDNI, fingering, petnames, dirty talk, mention of p in v, praise, mention of masturbation, obedience, sublte humiliation kink, work for it, orgasm denial, maybe ooc..., academic kink?? idk what it is LOL, not proofread merp.
Satoru prided himself in his studies the most. Straight A's, loved by professors, and his personally was more than charming enough to score him party invites too. Nobody would have expected the university's top student was a huge pervert.
Satoru'd never let it slip how often he'd though about sniffing your dirty panties, and he certainly wouldn't let slip how many times he'd actually done it. Or the way seeing you so focused on your assignments that you were biting your pencil or your lip made him imagine those same teeth grazing and teasing his cock. Or when he touches himself to you over the phone without you even knowing. He made sure you knew just the precise amount of how much he wanted you. Making out and slight ass slaps were the baseline of your guys intimacy. Satoru never tried to go any further than that, mostly from fear that you'd think he's a huge creepy perv and never speak to him again. And for someone so tempted to slam you on the mattress and have you in whatever way he wanted, he was doing amazing at keeping his secret.
But tonight, it seemed like you were testing him more than ever. You and Satoru always had study dates, so why was he so restless in this one? Because it was chemistry. The one subject that had you furrowing your brows, groaning from frustration, shaking your legs, biting your lip, the whole package, and any normal person would have felt sorry for you, but your boyfriend was far from normal.
"Can we just call it a day? I'll just fail this one time." You sigh, leaning back against your chair with a pout, scribbling random shapes into your notebook while Satoru sits in front of you, quizzing you with his own questions.
"No, Y/n," He smiles. "We can take a break after I'm done quizzing you."
"You said that 15 minutes ago."
"And we've been doing this for only 20."
You roll your eyes, instead trying to distract yourself with random objects in his room like his Undertale plushies on his bed or his collection of Overwatch figurines on his shelf to take your mind away from him.
"Hey," He snaps his fingers and you hate the way your attention goes back to him like it's an instinct. "I know you don't like chem, but how come you're so restless?"
"I'm always restless."
"More than usual this time, I mean." He looks you up and down, biting his tongue to keep a smirk from forming.
"I don't know…I just can't focus."
"Why can't you? Is something wrong?"
"No- nothing's wrong exactly." You place your tongue against your cheek. "You're gonna make fun of me."
"Y/n, I would never." He laughs scooting closer. "Tell me what's on your mind?"
"…Fine, I'm just really stressed about exams right now and it's making me all…anxious." You face your notebook, avoiding eye contact.
"Anxious?"
"Yes, that's what I said."
"So, what do you usually do when you're anxious? Maybe it'll help you."
"I…Augh this is so stupid," You curse under your breath.
"Baby, anything you say, you know I won't—"
"I masturbate. Whatever, that's— that's what I do." You say aloud, still refusing to look at him. You lean against your hand with your palm covering your mouth in hopes he would just get the hint and stop asking.
"I…I mean…" Satoru stammers. He didn't expect you to just…outwardly say it. It's not like he didn't know, he's eavesdropped on you sometimes at your sleepovers, but hearing you say it to his face had him even more intoxicated with you.
"So yeah, let's just study so I can go home."
"Right, go home…to masturbate?" He lightly teases, earning a punch on his shoulder.
"Enough!"
"Well, that is why you're going home, isn't it?"
"No, it's not! I still have other stuff to do."
"Like what?"
"Like my laundry, and I have to clean my room,"
"And you have to masturbate." He says once more.
"I hate you…" You glare at him
"That's not something you should say to your boyfriend." He pinches your cheek.
"Well, my boyfriend's not being nice."
"Oh, but you are for trying to ditch me so you can masturbate?"
"Oh my God! Let it go!" You bury your hands in your elbows placed on the table.
Satoru teases you for it on the outside, but God, he doesn't know how much control he has left in him. The thought of you on your bed pleasuring yourself has all his blood rushing straight to his dick that he had to grab his jacket and place it on his lap when you weren't paying attention. What did you sound like? Did you think about him? Did you verbally say his name? Do you use toys? He wanted to know every part about you.
"Can we just…get back to studying?" You exhale.
"You sure you're not too pent up?" He asks one last time.
"I'll be fine, thank you." You reply dripping with sarcasm.
So he accepts. He teaches you chemistry, all the while trying to contain his raging hard on he has.
He flips through his notes. "If ethanol and phenol both have an hydroxyl group, why is phenol severely more acidic?"
You stare at him, thinking of an answer, but when it's clear you can't get a proper one out, he simply sighs. "Because phenoxide delocalizes its negative charge through resonance, but ethoxide keeps its charge localized on oxygen. We just went over this Y/n."
"I know, I know. It'll stick in my head this time." You grip the bottom of your chair, trying to stay focused.
"Okay uhh…how about this one: If two enantiomers have identical physical properties, how can living cells tell them apart?"
You bite you lip thinking. "Because cells can tell apart which enantiomers have higher density than the other?"
"No, Y/n." He closes his notebook. "Cell receptors mirror 3D locks that only fit one specific enantiomer key."
"Fuck, I'm sorry I-"
"You're not focused." He says, turning his chair in the table, passing you his notebook.
"I am focused.." You grumble.
"Yeah, so focused you still can't remember the answer to a question I've asked you 3 times?" He scoffs lightheartedly. He opens his notebook to his questions and answers section where he'd been testing you from. "Okay, I want you to read the question out loud and then the answer out loud."
"What is this? A bedtime story?" You deadpan. "We're not getting anywhere."
"We will." He says sternly. "Start reading."
You roll your eyes, leaning over his notebook to read in an unamused monotone voice. "Thermodynamcs: Under what conditions of enthalpy and entropy is a reaction spontaneous at all temperatures?"
"Mhm. What's the answer?" Satoru leans against his elbow, watching you.
"When a reaction is ecothermic and entropy increases."
"Correct. Read the next one."
"What does it mean for two or more atomic orbitals to be "degenerate?" You read.
"What is it?"
"Its…uhm…" Your breath gets caught, staggering before you can read the answer.
"What's the matter?"
"Nothing, but, Toru…why is your hand on my knee?" You say, looking at his hand placed firmly just above your knee, his thumb rubbing soft circles.
"Do you not like it?"
"No it's not that, but just— why?"
"You're my girlfriend. I'm helping you."
"What? What does that—"
"Read the answer."
Your words are caught on your lips at him completely shutting you down with any more of your questions. You're left with no protest but to just read ahead. "It means the orbitals possess the same energy level."
"Yes. Good job. Keep going." You feel his hand trace further up your thigh.
Your breath hitches, and he doesn't let it slip past you.
"What's wrong?" You can hear the smirk in his voice, teasing you about this.
"How is this supposed to help me study?" You gulp, attempting to remain composed.
"Well, I figured if the reason you can't focus is because you're… pent up," He inhales. "then maybe you'd be more motivated to study if you were more relaxed."
You didn't say anything, but your thoughts ran rampant. This side of Satoru was one you'd never seen before, and you'd be lying if you said it wasn't making you throb and clench around your own arousal.
"Keep going." His voice breaks you out of your trance.
"Uhm, okay," You clear your throat. "What characterizes an acid according to the Lewis definition?"
Satoru's fingers circle around your inner thigh, lightly squeezing and tugging at the plump flesh. "Answer?"
"That, it should be an electron pair acceptor." You respond, looking at him with your dazed eyes.
"Look at that." A smirk tugs his lips. "You didn't even read the answer from the book. You still wanna complain how my method isn't working?" He leans closer, he fingers purposely ghosting over your panty covered pussy under your skirt.
You let out a jagged breath, looking back down at his notebook. "T-Toru, please can—"
"Keep reading. You're not done." He cuts you off. You look at him in disbelief, mouth open as if to say something, but his pinch on your thigh makes you close it. You bite your lip, looking down at the notebook.
"What's the third law of Thermodynamics?"
"Mhm," He hums.
"As a substance approaches absolute zero, the entropy drops to zero."
"Good girl." He coos, moving his v=fingers to where you want him as a reward.
"H-Hahh…Toru," You whimper at his fingers move to your panties, moving his fingers between your slick cunt through the fabric.
"Yes, baby?" He smiles so sweetly, as if he isn't ruining you right now.
"I need you so bad, please," You don't even try to hide your desperation anymore. You lean closer, wanting to kiss him, but to your surprise, he pulls back.
"You can wait. A few more questions, okay?" He tilts your face with his other finger back at the notebook. "You can do that for me, can't you?"
"Ngh…no," You whine, rutting against his fingers. "I need you now,"
"Tch tch," he clicks his tongue disappointingly, pulling his fingers away.
"Wait— no-"
"Why should I reward you when you don't even wanna put in the work?" He returns your pitiful expression with his own, grabbing a tissue to wipe his hands with.
"I'll work, okay!" You scoff.
"Hmmm, I don't knowwww,"
"Toru!" You whine. "Please, I will!"
"You want my fingers that bad?"
"Y-Yes," you admit.
"You want them rubbing your soaked pussy when you read off my notes?" He places his fingers back on your thigh, teasing the outside.
"God— yes please—"
"You want my fingers curling inside, hitting every spot?"
You whine in response. It was all he needed to hear to give you what you wanted.
You stared down at his notebook, reading off the questions, all the while Satoru was rubbing up and down your panties. It was embarrassing for you how powerless and weak you felt— and just for his fingers at that. Satoru, on the other hand, was bursting with perverse thoughts. He didn't wanna just finger you. He was aching to bend you over his notes and make you recite everything while you took his dick. His shorts were tight, the only friction they got was from his free hand's palm rubbing through his shorts.
"You're doing so good." He breathes out, moving your panties to the side.
You hum a 'thank you,' out of breath and grinding against his hand.
He can barely hear your voice, his own thoughts shadowing over it. He leans closer into your neck, his warm breath making you stumble upon your words. He presses kisses into it. Then deeper ones, and even deeper, until he's practically bruising your neck with hickeys.
You feel yourself getting closer withe every question and answer you give out to him, and he sees it too.
"You're close, baby." He states.
"M-Mhm…" You hum, leaning back into the chair. "Please Toru,,,need to cum so baddd,"
"Yeah? Then do it." His fingers stop.
You pout, looking at him pleadingly.
"You just gotta work a little more. Go on." He smiles at you like this is the easiest thing for him, like his cock isn't straining against his underwear.
"Fuck…" You curse under your breath at him, earning a light slap on your cunt that made you jolt. You bite your lip, moving your hips against his hand to make you cum.
"That's it…what a good girl," He keeps his fingers still, watching your dazed look as you ride out your orgasm. Your eyebrows furrowed and your lips parted and face red, practically begging for him to face-fuck you right now. "S' that feel good?"
"Toru! M-Mhm…"
"Good. Read the next question." A mischevious smile tugs at his lips.
"Ngh~ I can'ttt." You whine.
"Can't? Or Won't?"
"C-can't—"
"A shame. Guess I can't help you cum then."
"Wait!" You grab his hand before he can pull away. "Please, please Satoru," You beg his name.
"'please?' You want it that badly?"
"Mhm,"
"Beg some more, and maybe I can~"
"P-please make me cum Satoru! I'll do anything you want!" You continue rutting against his fingers. "I-I'll listen to you like a good girl— ahh— just please let me cum~!"
Satoru's eyes sparkle seeing your pitiful state, and he just can't help but give you what you want. He lets his hand meet your pussy once again, while his other keeps your head tilted up to meet his eyes.
He circles your clit roughly, earning loud and rough moans from you as your gaze remains on him.
"You'll listen?" He kisses your lips. "Fuck— Y'know I'm gonna test you after this. If even get half right, I'll fill this pussy up with what you really want."
"F-Fuck~! Toru!" Your back is arching against the chair, bringing you closer.
"You like the sound of that? Getting stuffed with my cock?" He laughs at you. "Let me hear how much you want that."
"I want it Toru! Need your cock inside of me, please!" You don't even realize how loud you're being with your brain all fogged up from his fingers.
"I'm not convinced. Louder." He smiles, slapping your clit, earning a moan and jolt from you.
"P-Please give me your cock! I'll do good, I swear — anything you want— I just need to f-feel you~!"
He kisses your lips, amused by your desperation. He holds your face there, kissing you roughly enough to leave your lips swollen and bruised. You cum around his fingers, and he eats away at the moans you slip into his mouth. He doesn't stop. You're shaking and panting— almost screaming— but he doesn't stop. You have to finally let out a sharp moan, grabbing his hand away to give yourself a rest.
Satoru on the other hand, looks more than pleased with himself at the mess you made. He licks fingers before putting that same mouth to yours again in a more gentle kiss.
"You did so good." He smiles.
"Thanks…" You say under your breath.
"So, you ready for that pop quiz?" He says, pulling back his notebook, like this is all they were doing: studying.
"You were serious about that?" You scoff, lightly groaning at the soreness as you readjust yourself in your seat.
"Oh, dead serious. You know I don't accept failure."
"So you're going to quiz me,"
"Yup,"
"—with that pyramid in your pants?"
Satoru blushes, rolling his eyes. "It'll be dealt with sooner or later."
"Why nottt now?" You scoot closer.
"Y/N," Satoru warns. "we had a deal."
"You're acting like you don't want my pussy on you right now."
Satoru stays silent, staring at you for a bit. You see him gulp before sighing, putting down his notebook.
"You're so spoiled," He says amused and slides his shorts off.
"I didn't know you had this side to you, Satoru." eye him up and down.
"Yeah? Want me to show you just how far I'd go?"
⊱A/N: In all honesty, I also just didn't know how to end this off, merp. I wish someone fingered me under the table, augh.
looks like your pervy best friend finally has you where he wants you to be! twt link
♯ yuuji itadori x reader
yuuji had been pushing it for months.
every party you’d attended together, where you'd wear those tiny, revealing tops that left nothing to the imagination, his gaze would constantly, uncontrollably linger on your chest, watching the way your tits bounced or how the fabric strained against your nipples. he’d of course try to look away, but his dick would harden instantly every time you leaned in to whisper something in his ear.
somehow, he always ended up "accidentally" brushing against you whenever you stood too close.
the way his hand would slide down to cup your ass when you stood side by side in a crowded room, his fingers squeezing your asscheek just for a second before he’d pull away with a flustered apology.
he remembered the agony of sitting on the couch with you one night, clutching a pillow tightly over his lap to hide the massive, throbbing boner that sprung up the moment you kissed his cheek and reached up to playfully scratch his scalp.
a subtle shiver crept down his spine at the mere thought of those moments, as though his body remembered them before his mind could push them away.
he quickly shook the thoughts aside, forcing his attention back to the present. and yet, the second he looked at you again, the familiar feeling returned.
for a brief second, he genuinely forgot how to breathe as the sight of you being in this vulnerable position had completely caught him off guard.
you were pinned beneath him on the bed while your breath came in shallow hitches. his gorgeous, sweet, effortlessly funny best friend. the person he could never quite stop thinking about. yes, you. god, was he dreaming again? he couldn't tell.
yuuji was hovering over you, his face flushed a deep crimson, his golden brown eyes wide and blown out with lust. he had your legs spread wide, and his large hand was clamped firmly onto the side of your pink lace panties, tugging the fabric harshly to the side to expose your soaking wet slit.
he wasn't even inside you yet, but he was rubbing his thick, throbbing dick right against your folds, sliding the head of his dick up and down your clit and the entrance of your pussy.
the stimulation was maddening, and the sight of his heavy length slicking itself with your own juices was almost too much to bear.
"god, y— you’re so fucking nice," yuuji blabbered, as he had been doing for the past 10 minutes, his voice cracking with desperation. he was talking a mile a minute, the way he always did when he was nervous or overly excited.
"like, seriously, you're the best. and these panties— please, please don't ever stop wearing pink. it matches my hair, right? it— it looks so hot on you! i’ve been thinking about these since you put them on this morning, just imagining how they'd look pulled to the side like this—”
“you were watching me?!”
he let out a shaky breath, deciding not to answer your question, his hips twitching as he smeared his pre-cum across your entrance. "you’re so wet for me. you're literally dripping— it's making me go crazy, i can't— i just wanna—"
his other hand was braced against your inner thigh, his fingers digging into your soft skin to keep you open. as he shifted his weight to get a better angle, his hand slipped slightly, pushing your leg further back and inadvertently shoving the head of his dick past your lips.
"oooh! god—" the pink-hair gasped, freezing instantly as he felt the tight, searing heat of your walls clamp around the tip of his dick. "i’m soso sorry! i— i didn't mean to— i just slipped swear!"
the sudden intrusion forced a loud, sharp squeal from your throat, your back arching off the mattress. for the first time since he'd started staring obsessively at your cunt, yuuji’s gaze flickered up. he looked directly into your eyes, seeing the haze of pleasure and the way your lips were parted.
he swallowed hard, his voice dropping an octave, though he was still stuttering. "d— did— did you like that? did that feel good?"
you let out a shaky breath, your hands gripping his shoulders. "yuuji! that's not the point! you promised! you said just the tip!"
“that was not the tip—”
"fuck the promise," he groaned.
and with one violent, powerful thrust, yuuji shoved his entire dick deep inside you.
the impact was sudden and overwhelming, filling you completely.
"fuuuck," yuuji let out a loud, guttural moan, his head snapping back as he felt the crushing tightness of your pussy gripping his dick. "oh goddd! you're so tight— so warm— fuck, i can't believe i’m actually in you!"
you gasped loudly, your voice breaking into a series of high pitched moans as your body struggled to accommodate his size. the sensation was intense, the feeling of his skin against your internal walls sending sparks through your entire nervous system.
however, yuuji didn't give you time to recover. he began to pump into you with a frantic, desperate energy. the hand on your inner thigh pushed your leg higher, hooking it over his shoulder to open you up even more, while his other hand remained locked in a tight grip on your pink panties, tugging the wet, cum stained fabric further aside so he could watch his cock disappear into your soaking flesh.
"you feel so good," he whimpered, his pace increasing, the sound of his pelvis slapping against your ass filling the room. "i've wanted this for so long. i wanted to fuck you so bad it hurt. tell me you like it! tell me you want me to keep going! you do, right baby?”
"i’ve been— shit! fucking— dying," yuuji groaned, his voice raw as he picked up the pace, his hips blurring in a frantic motion. "every time you touched me— god, every time i saw you in those fucking tops.. i just wanted to rip your clothes off and do this!"
“yeah? god, yuu— i knew all those touches weren’t— hah! accidental! how long have you been th— thinking of this?”
he let out a shaky, desperate sound, his grip on your pink panties tightening until the fabric was stretched to its limit. he was hitting your cervix now, the depth of his thrusts making you cry out, your voice trailing off into breathless whimpers.
“for so long—”
he watched your face, obsessed with the way your eyes rolled back and the way you clung to his shoulders, your nails digging into his skin.
"you’re such a pervert, yuuji," you teased, your voice breathy and strained, a small, playful smile tugging at your lips despite the intensity of his thrusts.
yuuji let out a choked laugh, his face twisting in a grimace of pleasure. "yeah— yeah, i am! i’m a total pervert for you! i can't help it, you're just too fucking hot!"
the feeling reached a breaking point.
his movements became erratic, his thrusts shorter and faster as he hit his limit. he felt the walls of your pussy clamping down on him in rhythmic waves, milking him, pushing him over the edge.
"i'm gonna— i'm cumming!" he yelped, his voice cracking.
with one final, deepest thrust that buried him to the hilt, yuuji froze. his entire body locked up, his muscles straining as he let out a long moan. you felt it instantly, the hot, thick jets of his cum erupting deep inside you, filling your womb with searing warmth.
he pulsed inside you over and over, pumping load after load of hot seed into your depths, his dick twitching violently as he emptied himself completely.
he then collapsed onto you, his forehead resting against yours, both of you gasping for air. he didn't pull out; he stayed buried deep, savoring the feeling of your tight walls slowly relaxing around his spent length.
"god.." yuuji whispered, his voice trembling, a dazed look in his eyes. "i think.. i think i'm never letting anyone have you."
for a moment, a quiet sense of comfort settled between you, the silence feeling natural rather than something either of you needed to fill.
“so.. when you said i was hot..”
he hummed softly, slowly lowering his head until he could tuck his face into the crook of your neck, seemingly content to hide there for a while.
“you meant hotter than jennifer lawrence, right?”
suddenly, he stilled for a moment, his eyes lifting to meet yours with a soft, almost puppy-like expression.
tojis sweet wife makes shiu a bit too jealous... ♡ (hubby toji x chubby!wife reader)
tojji is leaned back on the couch with one leg stretched out, elbow resting on the armrest like he owns the air in the room while shiu stands near the kitchen counter going through something on his phone with the expression of a man already regretting showing up.
"you really gonna sit there and tell me thats the cut," shiu says, not even looking up.
tojii clicks his tongue. "aint no tellin. it is the cut."
shiu sighs, already having had enough of toji. the damn guy was too stubborn. but before he can respond, the bedroom door opens.
you shuffle out first, all soft and sweet in your house clothes, smiling softly at both of the men. you spot toji immediately and your whole face changes, expression melting into something warm and familiar.
"..hello," you mumble quietly. your voice is quiet, sweet, still thick with sleep. tojis entire posture changes instantly like someone just reached over and rewired him.
"baby," he rasps.
his shoulders drop a fraction, jaw unclenching, eyes flicking over to you like youre the only thing in the apartment that matters. the scowl doesnt disappear completely, it never does, but it turns lazy.
"sleepin all day again," he mutters, but theres no real bite in it.
you ignore that completely and pad straight over, bare feet quiet against the floor, stopping right in front of him like its second nature. your hands come up immediately, smoothing down the front of his wrinkled t shirt.
after that, you lean up and press a quick kiss to his temple. toji exhales through his nose, something almost pleased passing over his face for half a second before he settles back again, letting you fuss over him without complaint.
tojis hand tightened at your waist immediately, and before you could step back he shifted in his chair, tilting his head slightly toward you as if deciding something without saying it. his grip guided you closer, and then he pulled you down and gave you one of those big fat kisses he loves.
he held you there between his hands while he kissed you properly, calm and heavy and entirely unconcerned with the fact that this was happening in front of an audience, his eyes flicked over to shiu, definetly showing off his wife, giving shiu a look that says 'yeah, look at her. thats my wife.'
when he finally pulled back, it was only by a fraction, your face still close, his thumb brushing once at your cheek like he was finishing something he started.
shiu watched all of this in silence, giving toji a flat look. you finally glance over at shiu, polite as ever even though you lowkey just made out with your husband in front of his best friend.
"hi," you say softly, and shiu nods once. "morning," he replies.
you stay there a second longer, then gently pat tojis chest like youre confirming hes still in one piece before shifting away again, drifting back toward the hallway.
"would you like some tea?" you ask, voice still gentle, shiu opens his mouth, but youre already gone again, disappearing toward the kitchen like you werent just the center of attention for a whole minute.
shiu slowly turns his head toward toji, and toji is still leaning back, looking way too comfortable for a man who was just arguing about money five seconds ago, one hand loosely hanging over the armrest like nothing in the world could possibly stress him out right now.
shiu stares at him for a beat longer and then exhales through his nose.
"youre a lucky bastard,” he mutters.
tojis mouth twitches like hes been waiting for that exact sentence his whole life.
"i know," he says simply, stretching slightly like hes got nowhere to be and all the time in the world. "aint she cute?"
beach day with husband!toji ends with him taking your bikini off with his teeth! ꒰♡
cws; chubby!reader, face sitting, car sex, backshots, pulling out, reader is three months postpartum and toji worships her body even more !! ݁˖
a day at the beach quickly reminded you why you don’t wear bikinis, or anything even remotely revealing, around your husband.
he might be a fully grown man, but the second he catches even a glimpse of skin, he’s all over you like a sex-crazed teenage boy. and today? you’d never seen anything like it. he was feral.
it’s not liked you hated the attention — it was nice, considering you were only three months postpartum and your body was far from ‘bouncing back’ yet. in fact, it was clear toji almost liked your body more this way.
the second you took off your cover up and laid down on the sand, your husband was all over you.
toji perches next to you, tilting his sunglasses down to get a good look at you, tongue darting out to lick his suddenly dry lips. he doesn’t say anything for a while, just stares, letting you feel the weight of his gaze.
"ever heard of the phrase ‘take a picture, it’ll last longer’ ?" you say, head resting on your arms, back and plump ass on full display. toji snickers, "can’t look at my sexy wife now?"
you turn to the side, soft tummy now visible to him. his cock twitches beneath his swim shorts. "well, stop staring. you’re making me insecure," you whine, trying to roll back on your stomach before two strong hands stop you.
toji’s hands roam your figure greedily, squeezing and groping every inch of skin accessible to him — cock hardening further at the sight of your full breasts barely covered by your bikini top. "and now you’re feeling me up at the beach when there’s people around…" you say, smiling faintly.
"can’t help it, doll. shit— y’just look so damn good," he purrs, giving your ass an extra firm squeeze. "got any idea how hard you’re makin’ me?"
"toji!" you say, shooting toji a shocked yet playful glance, looking down and realising he wasn’t kidding — a prominent tent in his shorts with your name written all over it.
in all fairness, it was rare you got a day to yourselves anymore, with work and the kids, the poor man barely got any time alone to ogle you properly. thankfully for you both, the kids were with your parents today.
toji stands, picking you up effortlessly, taking you to the car parked in the lot nearby. you giggle as he throws you over his shoulder, walking away like he couldn’t give two fucks who saw. because he didn’t.
"toji fushiguro. where are you taking me," you say, ass being firmly squeezed as toji walked with purpose.
"takin’ you to the nearest place i can bury my face in your cunt without anyone seeing."
once you reach the car, toji gets in first, reclining the passenger seat back until it was practically flat. then, he grabs you, placing you on his lap, slamming the car door shut. "baby, do you know how hot it is today? we’re gonna melt in here!" you protest weakly.
"yeah? then stop complainin’ and sit on my face before ya’ get the chance," he purrs, dragging you up to his chest, beginning to kiss your thighs hungrily, sharp canines grazing your skin. he tilts his head up, grabbing the loose ties of your bikini bottoms between his teeth, pulling until they came undone.
without wasting another second, toji grips your plush thighs, pulling you onto his face. immediately, his tongue darts out, gliding through your folds, tasting your slick. he uses the lubrication of your slick and his saliva to make out sloppily with your clit, groaning as he does.
"mnn, toji—" you moan out, beginning to pant lightly, hands gripping his dark hair. he’s eating you like he’s starving — flicking and sucking your clit with his lips and tongue like he can’t get enough. "i’m so fuckin’ lucky—shit, ride my face, baby," your husband growls, moving your his against his face with ease.
you buck your hips against his face with enthusiasm, the other side of your bikini still fastened on your other hip, reminding you just how hungry your husband is for you. "could spend all day with my face buried in this pussy," toji rasps, shaking his head from side to side, humming in contentment.
your moans become louder, head thrown back in pleasure, now almost needier than toji — desperate to be filled. "p-please, hnnn—need you inside me," you plead, sopping hole clenching around nothing.
he looks up at you after releasing your clit with a wet pop, chin glistening from your slick. "i know, baby. gonna make that needy lil’ pussy nice n’ full with my dick," he responds, moving you down his body, peeling his shorts down to release his heavy, throbbing cock.
even after years of marriage, the sight never got old. he’s just so damn big all over — especially below the belt.
you palm toji’s cock a few times with your hand before lowering yourself down. you gasp sharply and toji hisses through his teeth as he feels your tight walls envelop him. you plant your feet down on the leather seat, beginning to bounce up and down on his thick length.
the car begins to fill with the sound of skin slapping together, along with lewd, wet noises coming from your cunt. "fuuuckk, always look so good ridin’ my dick," toji praises, gripping your hips, eyes fixed on his cock disappearing inside your pussy.
he supports your body as you slam up and down, your supple body making it easier for him to grip you. "hnnghh—you’re so deep," you mewl, placing one hand on the car window, beginning not to care who the fuck saw you.
just as your thighs begin to burn, toji flips your positions, knowing you well enough to take over when you need him to. your face is damn near squished up against the window as toji presses you into a filthy arch, delivering a sharp smack to your ass — watching it ripple from the contact.
"my wife has the sexiest ass," he rasps, placing both hands on your cheeks and spreading them as he pushes back in. though there was limited room to move freely, he makes it work, settings a relentless pace as he rips the other side of your bikini clean off.
“ohmygod—fuck me so good" you moan, the car windows becoming foggy. "atta girl, take it all—hah—makin’ me wanna put another kid in ya’," he pants lightly.
the car shakes from the force of toji’s thrusts, hips snapping forwards repeatedly, the thick head of his cock kissing your cervix. you gasp as his thumb circles your other tight entrance, pushing in a little, both holes now occupied.
"shit—maybe i should fuck this tight ass next, huh?" he says, voice low and gravelly, still rutting into you.
your head begins to spin from the pleasure of toji’s precise strokes, each one hitting the spots you can’t reach on your own. "m’gonna—ahnnn!—cum," you cry out.
toji feels your cunt flutter and contract around his length, leaning forward and forcing himself deeper inside of you — using his hand to grip your chin. "lemme see this pretty face while you cream all over my dick, baby."
his filthy words push you over the edge, creamy white rings forming at the girthy base of his cock as you cum hard.
both of you moan and pant frantically, your knees weak as he fucks you through the aftershocks of your orgasm — his lips beginning to attack your neck with kisses and licks as his nears his own peak. "got no idea how much i wanna—haah—fill this pussy up with my load. watch it leak out when y’put that slutty lil’ bikini back on."
you can only whimper and pant at his words, feeling his hips stutter, thrusts gradually becoming more shallow. it kills him to pull out, but he does, leaning back and palming himself a few times before releasing warm spurts of cum all over your ass and lower back.
when he’s done, he strokes your hip soothingly, admiring the mess he’d made all over his favourite girl. "did so good, sweetheart," he praises.
"i don’t think i can walk back to the beach after that," you say, still panting slightly, barely daring to move in fear that toji’s cum will leak all over the car.
"we’ll go back and get our stuff then i’ll take you home n’ fuck you proper."
"sounds like a plan."
a/n; i sweaarrrr i’m posting that shoko fic soon i wanted to finish this first since summer is kinda coming to an end | art by ameamezou on ig !!
✮ stepdaddy!toji can't get enough of you. cw: stepcest
stepdaddy!toji didn't plan on getting married at all. he had zero desire to deal with responsibility and all that bullshit, but he figured his kid needed a mother figure. so he met a woman who worked in some boring office, no spark or passion happened, and he didn't even expect it. he just wanted to make sure his boy didn't grow up lonely.
stepdaddy!toji who didn't even blink when she said she had a daughter but would do whatever it took to make sure you wouldn't cause a problem, 'cause apparently you were a total brat who rebelled against her on purpose and all that shit. he just grunted and nodded, thinking you were the same age as his son.
stepdaddy!toji didn't even set eyes on you until he and your mom got hitched, 'cause you kept running away from home and this time your mom just kicked you out. when you guys first met, you were wearing these crazy short lounge shorts with your hair all messy. well, you were way older than his son. you licked your ice cream and looked at him with those doe eyes. "so, you're my new daddy now?" he checked you out from head to toe, letting his gaze linger on those hips. "guess so. and did you have a lot of new ones?" "enough to know you won't last long here." well, that did something to his cock.
stepdaddy!toji saw with his own eyes that you weren't some bratty, hopeless kid like your mom described. you just didn't agree with her and tried to prove her wrong, and she got pissed every single time, telling you she wasted her youth on you. he just cut the argument short, stroking your hair and telling your mom to stop being such a bitch.
stepdaddy!toji couldn't tear his eyes away when you walked around the house in just panties and a sheer white top after another fight just to spite your mom, with your nipples peeking through. you never gave any blunt hints, but the way you stared at his biceps every time he reached for the salt on the table, or at his huge cock when he wore gray sweatpants, spoke for itself.
stepdaddy!toji walked into your room one day while you were out to swipe your panties and sniff 'em while he jerked off, but he found something way more interesting. your laptop stayed open with a chat with your friend on the screen. he was just about to blow it off when he saw his name.
→ idk girl, it sounds gross but if you saw him you'd wanna fuck him too
i mean, you got a shitty mom who's been terrorizing you since you were a kid, he didn't raise you, he didn't change your diapers, so why the hell not? if the dick's worth it lol ←
→ it's huge, i'm sure he'd just rip me apart. i have to imagine him instead of my dildo, though he's definitely like three times bigger
stepdaddy!toji decides to shower with you the next morning, making you let out a scream. "what are you doing in here?" and you try to cover yourself up, but he just laughs. "giving you exactly what you want." he starts stripping and you stare at his massive biceps, his rock-solid chest and abs, then your eyes trail down and see the happy trail leading to a huge, hang-hard cock that was already standing tall. your mouth hung open while he sat down on the edge. "get over here, baby." one second you stopped hiding yourself, and the next you were bouncing on his cock, and he was deep inside you, ripping you apart.
his hands are glued to your ass, guiding your rhythm, squeezing and spreading you open on his cock. every time you slide down, you feel him hit that spot deep inside. "nngh! yes! yes! so good—" he leans forward and captures your nipple between his lips, suckling hard, his tongue flicking across the sensitive peak. "you were made to take my cock." you gasp when he bites down gently, then soothes the ache with his tongue. "mmnn— my little girl’s got the sweetest tits, huh? gonna suck 'em dry." your hips start to slow — you're exhausted, your muscles screaming — but he won't let you stop. his hands grip your waist and start bouncing you on his cock, fucking up into you with brutal precision. your head falls back, mouth open, letting out a long, guttural moan. "you like that, baby? you like your daddy using you like this?" "yes! yes— please nngh! don't stop—" "that's it, baby. cum for daddy. cum all over my cock."
stepdaddy!toji gets addicted to you right away. he turns fucking you every morning into a tradition. he's already hard when he pushes your door open, already stroking himself through his boxers by the time he's kneeling on the mattress, dragging the sheets off your sleeping body. "mornin', little girl." you stir, blinking up at him. his cock is already out, thick and heavy, the head brushing against your thigh. "...it's so early..." "shhh." he pulls your panties down your legs. "daddy needs his breakfast." he rolls you onto your stomach first, because he likes watching the way your back arches when he pushes inside from behind. his chest presses against your spine, his mouth at your ear. "been dreamin' about this pussy all night, baby. you know that? can't sleep proper without knowin' i'm gonna be inside you the second i wake up." "nngh! daddy—! so good..."
stepdaddy!toji uses your tits like a pacifier. it started as something innocent — him suckling gently while you watched tv — but now it's a full-blown ritual. his hands find your shirt, push it up. your bra follows. he groans the second your nipples are bare, leaning down to take one into his mouth. "toji—" "shhh." he sucks hard, tongue circling the sensitive peak. "just let daddy have this."
his eyes are half-closed. he is latched on, suckling slow and steady. his hand cups your other breast, thumb stroking over the nipple. "one day," he murmurs against your skin, "gonna put a baby in you. gonna fill you up so good. and then these tits..." he takes the nipple between his teeth, tugs gently. "gonna be full of milk for me. gonna drink it straight from the source, baby." you whimper, and he suckles harder, his hand sliding down between your legs. "and you'll let me, won't you? let daddy drink it whenever he wants. let me fall asleep right here, with your nipple in my mouth and my cum drippin' out of your tight little pussy." he does fall asleep like that, sometimes. your nipple still between his lips, your hand stroking his hair. and when he wakes up in the middle of the night, hard and aching, he slides inside you without a word, still half-asleep, still sucking your breast.
stepdaddy!toji loves making you squirt just to prove he is way better than guys your own age. he's on his knees between your legs, and he's been down there for god knows how long. your thighs are shaking, you're soaked, and he shows no signs of stopping. "i know you got it in you, baby." his fingers curl inside you, pressing against your front wall. "give it to daddy. give me that." "daddy, i can't—mnngh! i can't, it's too much—" "you can. you will." his mouth closes over your clit, sucks hard while his fingers pump faster. "c'mon, my baby. let go for me. let me see it." your body locks up. every muscle goes tight. and then it releases — a gush of fluid that soaks his hand, his chin, the towel he'd laid down beneath you. "there she is. there's my good fuckin' girl." he doesn't stop. he keeps fingering you through it, keeps sucking your clit until you're screaming, until you're pushing at his head because you can't take anymore. "one more, little girl. give me one more."
stepdaddy!toji who treats your pussy like a living thing. he talks to it, kisses it, worships it. he pushes your thighs up to your chest and groans at the sight of you. "mm, she's wet for me. of course she is. she knows who she belongs to." "look at my girl. missed me, didn't she?" he's talking to your pussy, and he means it. he leans in, presses his open mouth against your folds like a kiss. "fuck, i missed you too, pretty girl." he makes out with it. that's the only way to describe it — his tongue sliding between your lips, pressing inside, then pulling out to suck your clit into his mouth. "daddy's girl's got the sweetest fuckin' pussy in the world. you know that?" he presses his nose against your clit, inhales deep. "can't get enough." "ha— mmnh!!— daddy! i'm gonna—!" "come in my mouth, baby." you cum again from his tongue alone, and he moans through it, smiling against your pussy. when you try to pull away from the oversensitivity, he grabs your hips and yanks you back. "i'm not done. daddy's never done with this pretty pussy."
stepdaddy!toji doesn't give a fuck if someone can catch you guys, if he wanted to fuck you, nothing was gonna stop him. "someone will see—" "let 'em." he pulls you over the center console, guides you onto his lap. your back presses against his chest, the steering wheel digging into your knees. his cock slides into you from behind, and you choke on a moan. "shhh, baby. gotta be quiet." but he's already thrusting up into you, one hand on your hip, the other wrapped around your throat. "look how good you take my cock." a woman walks past with a shopping cart. you freeze, but he keeps moving, keeps fucking up into you slow and deep. "look at her. she got no idea you're gettin' stuffed full of my cock right now." "fuck— daddy! —nngh!" "that's it. let 'em hear. let 'em know who you belong to." sunlight floods the car, and anyone glancing over would see two silhouettes. he comes inside you with a grunt, holding your hips down, filling you up while a minivan parks three spaces away.
stepdaddy!toji who tells your mom he needs to spend more time with you to get to know his stepdaughter better, so he heads to the mall with you. he fucks you in the first dressing room he finds. you're on his lap, your back against his chest, the flimsy curtain doing nothing to muffle your sounds. his cock is buried deep, and he's holding you still while the saleslady asks through the curtain if everything fits okay. "just fine," he calls out, voice steady. his hips thrust up. "my girl's just trying things on." you bite your lip so hard you taste blood. his hand covers your mouth. "shhh, my baby. don't wanna get caught, do you?" but he's fucking up into you harder, faster. the cheap stool beneath you creaks. "nngh! mmn—!" "what was that?" he pulls his hand away. "you got something to say, little girl?" "daddy! — fuck... i'm gonna!—" "gonna come? right here? with your mama thinkin' we're just havin' a nice afternoon?" you nod frantically, tears pricking at the corners of your eyes. "then do it, baby. come on daddy's cock. let 'em all hear who makes you feel this good." you come with a broken cry, and he follows right after.
stepdaddy!toji finally gets to fuck you everywhere after the divorce, without hiding or trying to muffle your sweet sounds. he bends you over the thick upholstered arm, your toes barely touching the floor, ass arched high. he pushes in slow, watching his cock disappear into your tight little pussy inch by inch. the wet sound of his cock sliding in and out of your soaked pussy fills the room. "you hear that, baby? listen to how wet you are for me. this pussy knows who it belongs to, doesn't it?" "y-yes, daddy! it's you— ah!— all yours!" or when he folds you in half, knees pressed against your shoulders, your ankles hooked over his biceps. he looms over you, watching his own cock slide in and out of your gaping hole. he fucks you deep and slow, grinding his pelvis against your clit with every thrust until you're a writhing mess beneath him. "look at you little girl, taking every inch. you love being stuffed full of this cock, don't you?" "yes! daddy— mmnh!— yes, i love it, i love it!"
stepdaddy!toji who loves it when you warm up his dick. he's sitting on the couch, watching tv, and you're in his lap, facing him, his cock buried deep inside your pussy. you're both fully dressed except for where your panties are pushed aside and his zipper is down. "just sit still, little girl. keep me warm." you try to stay quiet, but every small movement makes you clench around him, and you can feel him twitch inside you. your thighs are shaking, your pussy pulsing, and you're so wet you can feel yourself dripping down onto his lap. "please— i need you to move—" you can feel him twitch inside you, feel him get harder even though he's not moving. his thumb traces lazy circles on your hip. "one day," he murmurs, "gonna keep you on my cock all day long. gonna carry you around the house like this. make you breakfast with my dick still buried in you." you clench around him involuntarily, and he groans. "fuck, yeah. squeeze daddy just like that."
stepdaddy!toji who couldn't see you for a whole week because of all the divorce drama. and when you finally show up at his place, he doesn't even take your clothes off all the way. just pushes your skirt up, rips your panties aside, and sinks into you with a groan that sounds like relief. "fuck! fuck— i needed this. i needed you, baby." your back hits the wall, your legs wrap around his waist. he's holding you up, fucking you standing, your weight suspended on his cock. "never again. never gonna go a week without this pussy again. you hear me?" "yes— mmh! daddy— yes!" "now i can have you whenever i want. wherever i want." he carries you across the room, still inside you, fucks you against every surface he can reach. the counter. the couch. the floor. "gonna make up for lost time. gonna spend the whole weekend buried inside my little girl."
stepdada!kuna ? amazing art from @ dickerystuf on ig / x
ᢉ𐭩 ˚. 𝔂uji, who shows 𝓶egumi the sextapes he made with his girlfriend ৻ꪆ
"isn't she amazing?"
megumi swallowed the excess saliva in his mouth, the faint blush on his pale cheeks came the feeling of shyness as he watched the tape on yuji's phone, his thumb shamelessly jerking whenever he thought about rewinding it. "yeah..."
your boyfriend was wrapped too much in the state of post-sex euphoria to care he recorded such an intimate moment between you two and was showing his best friend without your permission. the only dignity he had was to mute it because he didn't need megumi hearing how pathetic he sounded in certain parts. not like it mattered anyway; the pathetic looks on his face was enough to imagine the sound.
"is she okay with you showing me this?" megumi asked, looking up at him.
"as if you wouldn't want to see it."
well, that was true. megumi was a pervert on the low, something he tried his best to hide and almost succeeded—if yuji wasn't so damn nosey, and if they didn't share a laptop in their dorm. his search history was on plain display. yuji teased him about it for a long while.
not to mention, the fact he willingly partook in yuji's heinous panty fantasy a couple weeks earlier. no peer pressure, just the simple suggestion of it got him on board. hell, yuji was even questioning what he was getting off to—the panties themselves or envisioning you in the panties. would it be so insane to admit he minded neither? he didn't mind to share you a little. "you come off as such a prude, megumi. no wonder you're so good at hiding you're a pervert," he teased.
at this point, there was no denying that. he just held his tongue and tuned yuji's teasing out, focusing on your bitten, puffy lips agape, a cause for the quiet moans coming from the speakers. just loud enough so yuji couldn't hear. eyes skimming over yuji's thumbs, denting into your hips, slowing down when he saw where you two were connected to trail up your navel and sternum, locked in your breasts for the longest yet. he remembers yuji telling him about this lace bra you had that was pretty modest, but his mind couldn't help to undress you regardless.
he was quiet for a while, even forgetting yuji's presence beside him. the video was pretty short, only 2 minutes, but with how many times he replayed it back, it extended to a good 10. he was entagled in the erotica, entangled with you. as much as he shouldn't be. his dick twitching in his pants, as much as it shouldn't.
silly enough, yuji walked through the door—megumi hadn't even knew he left. his hoodie pockets looked rather stuffed. megumi cleared his throat, placing yuji's phone down and wiping the corner of his lip, erasing signs that he was beginning to drool a bit.
"you're acting like you won't use that later." he tossed him a pair of lace.
NOTES :: new parent reader and toji , mostly toji centered, headcanons, non sorcerer au, sukuna is ACTUALLY yuji's dad (sorry jin doesnt exist in this), fluff, prob ooc maybe, short angst from toji overthinking w comfort from reader, implied fat babygumi
pt1 but can be read itself
W/C :: 878
DAY 1
newparent!toji who immediately comforts you after the long birth, i mean... 11 hours and 20 minutes, he was in awe. ''strong push for a strong baby,'' he announces as he cradles the big baby, determined to make you smile even after the long process.
but when you fall into a deep sleep as you recover, he pauses and really looks at the small human in his arms.
he's a father. he as a family with you. a little boy.
everything settles in deep, and fatherhood starts now. on a stiff hospital chair with his wife snoring softly beside him and a little version of him wrapped in light blue.
DAY 2
newparent!toji makes sure once megumi is settled in the nursery that nothing is bothering him, googling searches like :
''can a certain colour piss a baby off''
''what is the perfect height for a crib''
''are jellycats worth the price''
''wilf wolf jellycat for cheap''
meanwhile, he provides for you. making sure you're comfortable, everything is going smoothly and always bringing you back your favourite snacks when he has the cash.
DAY 3
newparent!toji who insists that you should sit down and kick your feet up, he has it all handled. but what he really has handled is spending time with his little man.
trying his best to see a gummy smile, just to be met with a straight line. trying his hardest to get a adorable little laugh, just to hear soft breaths. he wasn't a crier either; so comforting little megumi at night was impossible.
as silly as it sounds, toji started stressing. does his newborn not like him already? watching as you effortlessly made megumi laugh, smile, anything he couldn't do.
noticing this, you were quick to calm him down. reassuring him that this was totally normal and not to get baby blues. him watching the effort you put into trying to make him feel better, he listened. pushing down negative thoughts, deleting fatherhood forums, and started picking up little hobbies and chores to do around the house.
DAY 4
newparent!toji stops his shady work environment. in the middle of the night, walking dark streets back home after a quick job, a thought struck him.
''what if i never get out of a mission? - leave you and megumi alone without a husband and father.''
it stung.
stung so hard he made the choice to throw away what he was best at, what he's ever known. picking up quick jobs like helping at charities, dog walking 15 dogs at the same time, babysitting; all of this before he finally got accepted at a construction site. they needed big men like him, he supposed. eager n all for him to start. the pay wasnt as good as what he did before, but atleast he knew he could leave and return home safe.
DAY 5
newparent!toji who had to look after megumi so you could go out with your girls, some eye-catching baby video playing on the tv.
colourful fruits dancing to some jazz music, to funky music, to whatever else music. causing the baby to coo, kick his legs gently as his small hands grappled onto the wilf wolf jellycat that toji managed to score a cheap price by a reseller.
''y'know, fruits don't actually do that, son. don't learn from this youtube thingy. don't know why your mother said this helped with sleeping. overstimulating as...''
the burly man's voice cut off gently as he looked down at the boy, small eyes shut as lashes brushed against chubby cheeks.
''mhh.'' toji huffed as he leaned down, gingerly placing a kiss on top of his megumi's head. ''guess she was right.''
DAY 6
newparent!toji was curious.
sat on the couch with his beat-up phone that he only used for his old work, now it was entirely for you, his new job and taking pictures of his family. even if he wasn't the best at angles.
going to the app store, downloading facebook and having you help him with making an account, he was set.
after following your own account even if you say you barely use it, he types up for the neighbourhood and even the city's communities, joining them and then joining dad classes that were near the area.
a while goes by as he was accepted slowly, making convo in each one. ignoring lonely women looking for a mingle as they slide in his dms, spam bots, scam bots, whatever bots- until one believable looking one slides in.
ryomen.s101 : yo, saw you were from xxxxxxx. i've got a kid around the same age as yours, wanna meet up for a drink? don't know much guys around here.
12t0jifushiguro : hey man, sure im up for it. don't know much people myself, dibs not paying. 😂
ryomen.s101 : not paying? what, are you a scam bot you broke bastard?
''oh this guy has humor.'' toji smirked behind the screen, little megumi sleeping in the bassinet by his feet, he reacted with a thumbs emoji as the pair started planning, sending a few 'facts', bragging, normal man stuff.
two new contacts were made the following day, the two men bonded like they knew each other forever.
maybe this phone wasn't useless at all.
a/n :: IF U GUYS LIKE MY DAD TOJI I MIGHT MAKE MORE MAYB 🥺 not proofread, excuse any mistakes its 2:05am
his tongue gently licked below your navel, pressing gentle kisses all over your lower abdomen before licking a lazy stripe on your clit then sucking. your legs were over yuji's shoulders as he ate you out under the covers; enjoying a snack, he'd claim.
"yuu—!" your squeal got cut off by a harsh kiss, megumi's hand on your thoat holding you in place. this was supposed to be a joint study session catered to yuji, but then it clearly went left. his tongue was clearly making an effort to keep you quiet, occupying the capacity of your mouth.
you felt a small chuckle; his tongue licking repeatedly, flicking between your folds and nibbling you, all the while another muscle was fighting with yours. it didn't feel like too much, it felt natural. overstimulating, yes; but natural. they definitely felt the same.
your toes writhed, manicured nails arching under the sheets that were already messy. yuji was getting rather greedy down there; his pace was sloppy and wet—his own saliva dripping back into his mouth after he had previously spit on you (as if you weren't wet enough). all was fine and swell until you let out a squeak into megumi's mouth.
he flicked his forehead, making yuji reluctantly pull off. "hey—! i'm not done yet. wait your turn."
"that's not what that was for." he glared at him, that familiar annoyed look on his face. the break allowed you to indulge in the environment of the room, leaving the cool air to blow on you, making you shiver. "we agreed—no penetration. your tongue counts."
he looked offended at the fact he said that. you relaxed, taking in this little breather you got on luck. "well, by your logic, you're penetrating her too. plus, she likes it."
megumi's eye twitched. these two were as stubborn as can be, not even setting aside their differences to please you. you let out a soft whine that got both of their attention—you were getting tired, and sick of their bickering.
yuji smirked, cheeky little thing. "told you—she misses me down here. she's falling asleep. you're not keeping her awake with your kissing." he flicked him harder.
"then you keep her awake."
megumi pushed yuji's head back between your legs, immediately resuming his work. he had this special way of giving head, and you could never find out what it was. you didn't even have time to process it before megumi got to your lips again. harsher.
he scooped one of your breasts out the bra he'd bought you months ago, the lace was all worn, threads sticking out. you needed a new one, and knowing them, they'd fight over who would buy it so you just never bothered to say a thing. he pinched and rolled your nipple between his index and thumb, making you gasp and whine into his mouth.
everything was all too much now, it felt too raw. too real. too in the moment for you. one of your hands moved to grip yuji's hair, tugging him away as you felt your orgasm approach. but without much surprise on your end, he didn't budge. like a tick lodged in your skin.
you came after they both simultaneously bit you—megumi to your lips, yuji to your other lips. that was your third orgasm that night. these two had time to spare, stamina for days. but you were just an ordinary girl in all this, you struggled to handle them both.
yuji is a complete gooner for you and he doesn't even care.
everyone knows it and it’s a running joke among your group of friends, megumi calls him “goonji” sometimes when he wants to replace his usual “itadori”, but he couldn’t care less.
the walls of his rooms are covered in pictures of you, alongside of his wallpaper, his phone case, and he even got a small plushy who looks just like you (god knows for what reasons . . .) he’s just an obsessively in love boyfriend.
exactly what you love about him.
but yuji is also known for his ego. he thinks he’s the best at everything and will never back down in front of a challenge.
so when megumi swore he wouldn’t last a week during the no nut november, his enormous ego was hurt and he took it really seriously . . . a lil too much actually.
he refused to touch you, to invite you into his room or even to look at you when your outfits were too much for him, even his kisses were calculated, only 2 kisses per day.
and surprisingly, he lasted.
god knows how hard it was, how much he wanted to fuck his fist, to beat his red leaking tip, to wrap one of your underwear around his dick and cover it in white, but he lasted.
well . . . that was until you walked into his room on the last day, and suddenly he wasn’t feeling so confident.
“[name], what are you—“ you almost ripped a moan out of his mouth when you kissed him.
his back hitting the headboard of his bed as he try to softly push you back.
“babe— please . . . w-wait.”
you wrapped your arms around his neck straddling on his lap as you place yourself on his thighs slightly rubbing your damp panties on it.
“fuck . . . fuck, baby,” he complained but holds on your hips as you grind him like some desperate puppy.
you whined in his ears, begging him to touch you, to do something.
yuji bit his lower lip, eyebrows furrowed so much they almost touched and his face was tight like he was torn between the worst dilemma of his life.
“yuji . . . please, i need you . . . ngh—“
oh, he was gone. the wet patch on his long short growing bigger and bigger, alongside with the obscene sound of your floods.
schlack, schlack, schlack.
your moans filled his pretty head and woke up his manhood, now standing proud between the two of you, but you didn’t touch him, that’s where you drew the line because he will never forgive this traitorous act against his person.
suddenly he pinned you down on his soft mattress and made your drenched underwear fly away before he buried his face in the crook of your neck.
one of his hands holding your wrists on top of your head as he started rubbing his clothed cock against your bare pussy like a mad man.
“oh my gooood— i missed you . . . fuck,” he groaned in you neck.
the fabric of his shorts creating the perfect itch on your cunt, pressed under the weight of your boyfriend.
you wrapped your legs around him, bringing him impossibly closer, trying to reach your peak.
yuji bites your neck and licks it to ease the pain, the bed rocking with his movements but thankfully he knew better by now to place a pillow between the wall and his bed, after megumi almost killed him for ruining his night.
“i-i’m gonna . . .” he said and you kissed his neck too, probably his biggest weakness.
he buried even deeper and let out a long stretchy moan that seemed to go on forever as he came in his shorts, white stripes coming out to paint your shirt.
for a long moment, there was only the sound of heavy breathing and the slow, wet drip of his cum soaking into your shirt, the weight of him was a comfort, a grounding force.
slowly, he went limp, his body collapsing onto you fully, he was a warm, heavy blanket of muscle and satisfaction.
he nuzzled lazily into your neck, placing a soft, apologetic kiss over the bite mark.
“m’sorry,” he mumbled, his voice thick, “got your shirt all messy.”
you wriggled your hands free from his now-lax grip and brought them down to card through his sweaty pink hair.
“it’s okay, you lost, though. gumi owes me a hundred bucks now.”
he went very still, then with a sluggish effort, he pushed himself up on his elbows, looking down at you.
his face was flushed a deep pink, his eyes hazy but slowly clearing, a droplet of sweat trailed from his temple down his jaw.
“you . . . made a bet out of me?” his voice was quieter now, but there was a new note in it.
you nodded, grinning up at him, proud of your cleverness, “uh-huh, easy money.”
his gaze didn’t waver, the sweet, post-orgasm softness in his eyes was being rapidly replaced by a sharp, calculating glint.
then slow, dangerous smile spread across his face, “check the time, though.”
the smug confidence in his tone made your grin falter, you tilted your head, glancing over at the digital alarm clock on his nightstand.
The bright red numbers glowed in the dark room.
00:35.
december 1st.
by thirty-five minutes, he’d won no nut november.
“oh.”
“oh,” he echoed, his voice dropping to that low, intimate rumble that did things to your insides. “my very own girlfriend tried to sabotage me.”
“i mean . . . it was working?” but the bratty defiance was weak, undercut by the way your body was already responding to his energy.
“now you’re in my room, on the first of december, and you’re not wearing any underwear . . . what should i do with you?”
Gojo’s ego and playful sadism make him obsessed with taking away your sight so you’re completely dependent on him. He loves edging you for hours, forcing orgasm after orgasm until you’re a sobbing, oversensitive mess begging him to stop or keep going. The exhibitionism comes from him fingering you under tables or fucking you in semi-public places where someone could walk in.
He ties his blindfold around your eyes in the empty classroom after hours. “No peeking, princess. Just feel.” His fingers are already three deep in your dripping cunt, curling against your g-spot while his thumb tortures your swollen clit. You’re spread on the desk, legs wide. He doesn’t let you cum for what feels like forever, pulling back every time you get close, laughing at your whines. “So fucking desperate. Listen to how sloppy your pussy is.” When he finally lets you cum, he drops to his knees and sucks your clit hard while finger-fucking you through it. Then he keeps going. And going. Fourth orgasm has your thighs shaking violently, fifth makes you squirt all over his face and the desk. He stands up, cock out, and slams into your oversensitive hole while you’re still twitching. “Gonna fill this greedy cunt while you’re still cumming.” He fucks you raw and fast, one hand on your throat, the other pinching your nipples. You cum again around him, walls fluttering helplessly. He pulls out at the last second and paints your tits and face with thick ropes, then smears it into your skin. “Good girl. We’re not done—there’s still the rooftop.”
Toji is brutal and primal. He loves turning your ass and thighs red, leaving handprints while he calls you his slut. The breeding kink hits hard because he gets off on pumping you full and plugging you so it stays inside. Manhandling is constant—he throws you around like you weigh nothing.
Bent over the couch, pants ripped down, Toji’s huge hand cracks across your ass again and again until it’s burning crimson. “Count them, whore.” You’re dripping down your thighs by the tenth slap. He spreads your cheeks and spits on your hole before shoving his fat cock balls-deep in one thrust. The stretch is vicious. He fucks you like a machine, one hand fisting your hair, the other raining down more spanks. “Gonna breed this tight pussy. Fill you until you’re leaking for days.” Every thrust slams against your cervix. He pulls your arms behind your back and uses them as leverage to go even harder. When you cum, screaming, he doesn’t stop—just keeps pounding through it until you’re sobbing. He roars and buries himself to the hilt, flooding your womb with hot, thick cum. He stays plugged deep, grinding, making sure it takes. Then he flips you over and starts again, this time with your legs over his shoulders. “Round two. Keep it all in.”
CASE FILE #03
Target : Sukuna Ryomen
Observation : Pain Play + Blood Play + Degradation + Multiple Penetration (using his extra arms/mouths)
Sukuna is the ultimate sadist. He wants you marked, bleeding, crying, and thanking him for it. He uses his extra limbs to finger your ass and pussy at the same time while his main cock destroys you. Degradation is nonstop.
On your knees in his domain, Sukuna has two hands pinning your wrists, one around your throat, while another shoves fingers coated in your own slick into your mouth. His massive cock is stretching your cunt obscenely. A mouth on his hand bites your tit hard enough to draw blood, and he licks it up with a groan. “Pathetic little human, bleeding for me. Your cunt is clenching so hard—disgusting how much you love this.” He lifts you effortlessly and double penetrates you—thick cock in your pussy, two fingers (then more) in your ass while another hand slaps your clit. The pain and pleasure blend until you’re shaking. He bites your shoulder, drawing more blood, and uses it to slick his fingers even more. When he cums, it’s a flood, overflowing and dripping down your thighs. He keeps fucking the cum back in, laughing darkly. “You’ll wear my marks for weeks, slut.”
CASE FILE #04
Target : Choso Kamo
Observation : Breeding + Blood Manipulation during Sex + Possessive Marking + Edging/Cum Denial (on himself)
Choso is intensely obsessive. He uses his blood technique to make thin tendrils that tease your clit, plug your holes, or wrap around your throat. He edges himself for ages so when he finally cums it’s massive.
Choso has you in mating press, cock buried to the hilt. Thin blood tendrils circle your clit and slip into your ass, vibrating. “I need to fill you… breed you until you’re swollen with me.” He fucks you slow and deep, denying himself every time he gets close, sweat dripping down his face. The tendrils pulse inside you in time with his thrusts. You cum multiple times, squirting around him, but he holds back. “Not yet… not until you’re crying for it.” When he finally lets go, it’s explosive—thick, endless ropes pumping deep into your womb while he moans your name like a prayer. He keeps his cock and the tendrils inside, making sure nothing escapes. Then he starts moving again, already hard. “More. I need to give you everything.”
CASE FILE #05
Target : Geto Suguru
Observation: Corruption / Innocence Play + Public Teasing + Collar & Leash + Cum Eating
Geto loves turning you into his perfect little slut, especially if you start shy. He’ll collar you, parade you on a leash in private, and make you clean his cock after he’s fucked you.
Geto has you collared and leashed, crawling to him. “Look at my pretty girl, already soaked.” He fingers you in front of a mirror so you watch yourself fall apart. Then he fucks your throat until tears run down your face. He bends you over and rails your pussy, pulling the leash tight. “Swallow every drop later.” After pumping you full, he pulls out and makes you suck him clean, tasting both of you. “Good girl. That’s what corrupted little pets do.” He fingers his cum back into you while you suck, then makes you cum again on his tongue while wearing the collar.
CASE FILE #06
Target : Hiromi Higuruma
Observation : Office / Power Exchange + Light Bondage (ties with his tie) + Slow Build Tease + Aftercare Obsession
Higuruma is controlled until he snaps. He loves tying your wrists with his tie behind your back while he’s still half in his suit, fucking you over his desk.
Late night at the firm. Higuruma bends you over his desk, wrists bound with his tie. He eats your pussy from behind until you’re dripping, then slides in slow and deep. “Stay quiet. Someone might still be here.” The threat makes you clench harder. He builds it torturously slow, then suddenly fucks you hard, hand over your mouth. You cum hard, biting his palm. He fills you with a low groan, then spends forever aftercare—kissing every mark, cleaning you gently, whispering praise while he holds you.
Megumi uses his shadows to restrain you or tease your clit while he fucks you. He’s quiet but leaves bite marks everywhere.
Shadows wrap your wrists and ankles, spreading you open on his bed. Megumi thrusts in deep and steady, shadows vibrating against your clit. He bites your neck and chest hard, marking you. “Mine.” The intensity builds until you’re shaking. He cums deep, shadows keeping you in place as he rides it out.
CASE FILE #08
Target : Yuji Itadori
Observation : Strength / Lifting + Marathon Sex + Praise + Face Sitting
Yuji’s super strength means he can fuck you against a wall while holding you up for ages. He loves when you sit on his face and ride it.
Yuji lifts you like you’re nothing, back against the wall, cock spearing up into you. “Fuck yes, just like that—ride me.” He bounces you on his dick for what feels like hours, praising you nonstop. “So good, so fucking pretty when you cum.” You squirt down his abs and he just keeps going, switching positions until you’re both exhausted and covered in cum.
CASE FILE #09
Target : Kento Nanami
Observation : Daddy / Sir Dynamic + Orgasm Control + Sensual Spanking + Stockings & Heels
Nanami loves when you call him Sir or Daddy. He controls exactly when you cum and loves you in expensive lingerie and heels.
You’re in black stockings and heels, bent over the bed. “Count them, baby girl.” He spanks you red while fingering you, stopping every time you’re close. “Not yet.” When he finally fucks you, it’s deep and perfect. “Cum for Daddy.” You shatter around him and he fills you, then makes you keep the heels on while he eats his cum out of you for round two.
it was one of those mornings where neither of you wanted to get up, to leave each other’s warm embrace and start the day — perfectly content tangled in the sheets together.
toji stirs first, as always, grumbling as the first beams of sunlight hit his eyes. your back is pressed against his bare chest, both of his large arms draped around you, anchoring you in place.
he peeks over at the alarm clock on the nightstand, realising the time. toji sighs deeply, nuzzling against your neck. "mornin’ baby," he purrs in that low, gravelly voice, the one that’s somehow even sexier in the morning.
“mmm," you mumble, clinging onto toji’s arm that’s wrapped tightly around your waist. "five more minutes."
toji kisses your temple, then your cheek, your neck — stubble brushing your skin. "gotta start gettin’ ready for work. and you," he says, pulling down one of the thin straps of your vest to kiss your shoulder, "…you gotta get the kids up for school."
the sheer thought of leaving your cozy warm bed, let alone your husband, had you whining sleepily, clinging on to toji for dear life; refusing to let him go.
toji chuckles, letting his hand wander up your shirt, savouring the softness and heat of your skin. “how am i supposed to get up when you’re touching me like that," you murmur, leaning your head back against his shoulder.
"you know i never get outta bed without coppin’ a feel," toji grins, large hand squeezing your breast greedily. "mm, didn’t get a good enough feel last night?" you giggle.
with that, toji climbs out of bed, pressing one final kiss to your cheek, still only wearing his boxers. you roll over to the warm empty space next to you, admiring your half naked husband.
his back’s still littered with scratches from your fingernails, a lingering reminder of how long you kept each other up last night. you could almost still feel the weight of him between your legs, the stretch.
"miss you already," you whine, letting out a large yawn soon afterwards.
toji faces you, slipping on his work clothes in a hurry, watching how you ogle him as he buttons his pants — eyes fixed on his deep v-line and dark happy trail.
"come back to bedddd," you say, batting your eyes at your husband, patting the bed beside you. "cmon, doll. kids won’t wake themselves. gonna see plenty of me tonight, yeah?"
you crawl towards toji, perching on the end of the bed. "oh really?
toji picks you up from the bed, making you giggle again, years of marriage and you still make each other as happy as you did when you first met. you wrap your arms and legs around him, being peppered with kisses, ass getting a loving smack.
"really," toji responds, capturing your lips in a tender kiss — full of love and promise. "soon as the kids are back in bed tonight, gonna make it up to y’a."
"don’t say things like that or i’m dragging you back into this bed," you smile against toji’s lips.
"ain’t gonna stop you."
"think five minutes is enough time?”
"i’ll make it work," your husband smirks, laying you back on the bed, fully aware you’d probably both be late to your responsibilities.
effortlessly, your older boyfriend flips your position so you’re on all fours —practically throwing you around like a ragdoll, gripping your hips tightly.
"arch that back for me, baby. atta girl," he rasps, pushing his dick back into your sopping cunt. he delivers a sharp smack to your ass as he does, bottoming out inside of you again.
you moan as he re enters, "mnn—so deep." toji smirks in response, planting one foot on the mattress, knee in line with your lower back. "think this is deep, doll?"
that’s all he says before setting a relentless pace once more, cock hitting the deepest, most delicious parts of you that you can’t reach on your own.
"fuuuckk, such a pretty view every time," he says, voice low and slightly breathy — eyes locked onto the sight of your ass rippling from the contact.
you grip the sheets below you, knees almost bucking from the force of your boyfriend’s thrusts. "ohmygod—right there," you mewl, second orgasm approaching.
"right there, huh? gonna cum on my dick again?" toji groans, heavy balls slapping against your skin.
you nod, pressing your face into the soft pillows beneath you, creamy white rings forming at the thick base of toji’s cock.
"that’s my girl, sound so pretty while i’m wreckin’ this tight pussy."
his filthy encouragement has your entire body tensing, pussy fluttering desperately around every thick, veiny inch of his dick.
barely breaking a sweat, he fucks you through it, slowing his thrusts just enough so he can look down at the mess you’ve made on him.
only he sees something he wasn’t expecting… blood.
"y’okay, princess? anythin’ hurt?" he asks, soothing the skin on your hips with his thumbs.
you whine needily, silently begging for more despite your recent orgasm. "keep going, please—don’t s-stop."
toji rocks forwards a few times, gauging your reactions, unsure as to whether he should mention his recent discovery.
he picks up the pace again, the blood allowing him to slide in and out of you even more easily — the sight making his dick throb with need.
you wanted him to continue, oblivious to the situation, the need to be filled by toji’s load clouding your thoughts. he wasn’t about to ruin this for you by mentioning it. it’s not as if a man like toji was even the slightest amount bothered by a little blood, anyway.
so he keeps moving, snapping his hips forward, low groans escaping him the more he nears his own peak. "gonna—hah—fill this pussy up, feel so damn good, baby."
true to his word, toji snaps, thick, warm spurts of cum flooding your cunt. his thrusts slow again as he comes down, hips stuttering slightly as he empties every last drop inside of you.
leaning in, he presses a tender hiss the small of your back, then pulls out completely. you lay there, boneless and satisfied, rolling onto your back.
then, you open your eyes, seeing the surprising mess you’d made on toji’s dick.
seeing your mortified expression, toji cuts in, reassuring you before you can begin apologising or dying from humiliation. "s’okay, sweetheart. i don’t care."
he gets off the bed, taking you in his arms before carrying you bridal style to the bathroom to clean you up. "don’t start apologising, y’hear me?"
you nod, feeling fresh blood trickle down the inside of your thigh along with your boyfriend’s cum.
"why didn’t you mention it? you could’ve told me-" you say, being set down on the bathroom counter as toji flicks the shower on.
"don’t see what good that would’ve done. you were enjoyin’ yourself, ain’t gonna ruin that over a little blood," he responds, completely unphased.
you smile softly as toji steps between your legs, capturing your lips in a reassuring kiss.
pranking boyfriend!satoru by telling him a man waxed you! 𑁯ꔛ
"baby? i’m hooommeee, come give your extremely talented and handsome boyfriend a kiss," satoru booms obnoxiously, closing the door behind him, waiting for you to come running up to him like you usually do.
you smile to yourself mischievously, sprawled across the bed, "in here!"
satoru follows your voice to the bedroom, instantly met with the sight of you laid there with your legs spread open, freshly waxed pussy on full display.
"oh, shit—baby. got a wax while i was out?" satoru says, flashing you that infamous smirk, closing the distance between you. you giggle as your boyfriend yanks you to the edge of the bed, kneeling between your legs to get a good look.
he grips your thighs, then brushes the back of his hand over the smooth skin, then the patch of hair at the top, grinning to himself like a spoiled child.
"you like?" you say, threading your fingers through satoru’s soft white hair. "is grass green?!" satoru responds — hot breath fanning over your core.
satoru spreads your folds with two fingers, licking a long stripe up your slit, humming to himself as he tastes you. simultaneously, he inhales your scent, almost groaning as he does.
"did she use that lavender lotion i like? smells soooo good, sweets."
you spread your legs wider, looking down at satoru with a glint of mischief in your eyes. "oh, she doesn’t work there anymore. the guy that waxed me used a different lotion. i’ll be sure to tell him you’re happy with his work!"
you’ve never seen your boyfriend snap his head up from between your legs so quickly. he flashes you an irritated look before smiling weakly, trying to play off his obvious jealousy. "a guy waxed you?"
you tilt your head in fake confusion. "yeah, does that bother you, toru’?"
you knew damn well it bothered him — even if he pretends otherwise. you just had to push a few more buttons…
"don’t be upset, baby. he was professional! … mostly," you lie, seeing your boyfriend begin to struggle with keeping up the ‘i don’t care, i’m satoru gojo’ act.
he grips your thighs tighter without realising. "mostly?"
"well, it’s no big deal… i’m sure he didn’t mean to brush his thumb over my clit… a few times."
"HE WHAT?!" satoru shouts in disbelief, "you’re telling me that asshole touched what’s mine?"
he honestly looked like he was either about to hyperventilate, or go hollow purple the fuck out of the imaginary guy.
then, he catches a glimpse of the smile growing on your face, cheeks puffing as you try not to laugh uncontrollably. "oh no you didn’t," satoru says, sighing dramatically in relief before burying his face against your soft thighs.
"you’re so mean to me," he says, making you roll your eyes playfully.
"i’m sorryyyy, it was just a joke. wanted to see if you’d actually care that a man waxed me."
"i’m the best boyfriend ever, course i care," he responds, acting like he’s stating the obvious. "but i also believe in retaliation."
you narrow your eyes, trying to think of what he could possibly mean by that. before you can think too deeply, he buries his face into your cunt, making you gasp as his tongue attacks your clit and tight hole.
"toru—mnn," you moan breathily, gripping his hair firmly for stability.
"did this to yourself, sweets. gonna eat this perfect pussy until you’re crying, til this cute lil’ clit is alllll oversensitive,” satoru groans, sucking your aching nub into his mouth extra hard just to make you yelp.
ѕυммαяу： ♡ having a sex dream about your best friend is incredibly embarrassing but when he drags the information out of you and delivers something better than your dreams, it's hard to remember why you were feeling that way. . .
Having a sex dream about your best friend—Gojo Satoru—was not on your bingo card for this year but it happened and the result of it is you avoiding any and all eye contact with him. This would be significantly easier if he wasn’t always hanging around you, it would also be easier if his favourite pastime wasn’t invading your personal space.
Your odd behaviour must’ve reached a breaking point for him because he’s sat next to you on your couch, pouting out, “Why are you being so weird?”
“I’m not,” you deny despite your very obvious weird behaviour, still not properly looking at him.
Suddenly, his head is on your lap, eyes analysing your reaction to him, “You’re a bad liar.”
“Wha– What are you doing?” He has you fumbling and it only embarrasses you further. “Get off me.”
“Tell me why you’ve been avoiding me or I’ll literally never get off you, in fact… I will only get closer,” one of his hands moves to grab at your waist but you slap him away.
His head weighted on your thighs has you remembering your explicit dream of him and you can’t help but grow a few degrees warmer in temperature. “I can’t tell you.”
Gojo frowns at that and you hate how you’re noticing just how attractive he is even though he’s growing annoyed, “It involves me directly, but you can’t tell me?”
“That’s right,” you cement, like it shouldn’t even be an issue.
He sits up again and stares at you dead on, “Tell me or I’ll tell all our friends about… the incident.”
A small breath of disbelief leaving you, “You wouldn’t dare.”
“Try me,” his eyes stern, he’s completely serious.
You try bargaining, “It’s not that deep, Satoru… give me another week or two and I’ll be completely over it.”
“I don’t believe you.”
“So, you’re blackmailing me?!”
“I wouldn’t call it that, that’s such an ugly word,” he shakes his head.
Your brow raises at him, “What would you call it then?”
“I don’t know but not that,” he shrugs easily.
“You’re so annoying, I can’t believe I even—” you cut yourself off, realising you were about to freely give away that you couldn’t believe you had a sex dream about him. It’s frustrating that it was such a good dream too because he’s so annoying in real life.
Despite you stopping yourself, he clings to your words, “‘You can’t believe you even’ what?”
Playing dumb is your only defence but to be fair, you aren’t entirely convinced you’re playing anymore, “I don’t know.”
He stares at you for a moment before speaking again, “Okay, well, I’m calling it blackmail now, I’m officially blackmailing you.”
“Evil, evil man,” you accuse.
He motions at himself with his hands, dismissing your words, “Mhm, now tell ‘Toru all your problems.”
“Ew,” you grimace at him, “that was almost as bad as when you referred to yourself as ‘daddy’.”
Smirk on his face at your response, “Would you prefer that? I didn’t know you were into—”
“—I said almost as bad!”
“Sure, whatever,” he rolls his eyes, “now tell me what’s going on, I won’t let you wiggle your way out of the main issue at hand.”
“Fine,” you groan, giving in, “but you have to promise to not be weird or make it a big deal.”
His head tilts at you, “What? Like you mean how you’ve been doing?”
“Just promise, stupid,” you grumble at him.
“I promise,” he pauses, “sort of.”
“Seriously?”
“I said I promise, now come on,” he leans in, ready to listen, “lay it on me.”
Ignoring his giddy attitude, you take in a deep breath before carefully letting it out, “Well… the other night, I was sleeping—”
“—Truly groundbreaking stuff.”
“Don’t interrupt me or I will never tell you,” you glare at him.
“My bad,” he raises his hands in surrender.
“Anyways,” your heart is hammering in your chest because it’s so embarrassing to be looking at him as you try to confess. It feels like you’re being crushed under his intense gaze, it’s making you even more nervous.
He must be able to tell you’re working yourself up, “Geez, calm down, sweetheart, whatever it is it’s not that big of a deal.” He moves to pat your head as a means to comfort you, but you flinch away.
And before you can control it, you’re suddenly blurting out, “I had a sex dream about you the other night and now I feel really funny around you.”
The reaction from him isn’t immediate, only blinking back at you for a moment before suddenly turning his head to the side as he tries to hide his laugh but the snort he lets out gives it away. Your lips are downturned as you suffer through the agonising moments of mostly silence, the embarrassment you’d already been feeling growing tenfold at his reaction.
Wordlessly, you rise from the couch and go to walk away, to go away to anywhere but here in this moment. Gojo stops you though, his hand on your wrist pulling you back to the sofa. Now closer to him than you had been before, something you’re overly conscious over. Keeping your head turned from him, annoyed at his reaction and also your lack of tact.
“I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” he apologises, “I’m not laughing at you, I swear.”
“You need to get out of my apartment.”
“Don’t be so harsh,” he whines, “I have follow up questions.”
You pull your wrist from his grasp, still refusing to look at him, “I don’t wanna answer them, you only want to torture me.”
“Not true!”
He tries to get back in your line of sight, but you keep turning your head away. Your arms cross over your chest, almost like you’re trying to shrink in on yourself.
“I’m curious about a few things now though,” he hums at you, “since your reaction to having sex with me has been so cute.”
His phrasing is so poor that it has your head whipping to look at him and his overly pleased expression, “I did not have sex with you.”
“Right, right,” he waves off, “you dreamt about having sex with me.”
“I dislike you so deeply right now.”
“If you agree to answer my questions, I will literally never bring up the fact that you had a wet dream about me ever again.”
You point at him angrily, “It was not a wet dream! What the hell is wrong with your phrasing of things?!”
He smiles sweetly as he grabs your finger, using the hold he has on you to unfurl your hand and loop your fingers together to hold hands, “Are you gonna answer my questions or not?”
“If I do… you’ll never speak about this again, right?” You try pulling your hand from his but his hold on you is firm.
“Sure,” he agrees all too easily.
You glance down and away from him, “Fine.”
“Perfect!”
And at his incredibly joyful tone, you can’t help but feel like you’ve made a misstep somewhere along the way. Maybe you shouldn’t have told him… or maybe you should’ve concealed your reactions more effectively… or better yet, your stupid brain shouldn’t have conjured the image of you and him having sex to begin with.
Glancing at your interlocked fingers, you ask, “Can you let go of my hand now?”
“Why? Is it making you uncomfortable?” His tone isn’t upset or accusatory, only curious.
Sighing at him in response, “I’m embarrassed to even look at you right now, of course it’s making me uncomfortable.”
He, thankfully, releases his grip on you. Choosing not to taunt you any further but you have a feeling it’s only a small reprieve. Just as your heartrate is finally calming, he asks, “Was I good?”
You’re completely taken aback, knowing what he’s asking but still confused by his bluntness, “What?”
“Was I good?” He repeats shamelessly. “I’d be a little offended if I weren’t.”
If you have to answer his ridiculous questions then you’re going to be purposefully vague, “You were… fine.”
He hums thoughtfully, “You won’t even look me in my eyes, and you said you’re feeling funny around me so I was either horrendously bad or really great, which is it?”
“I don’t like your questions,” you grumble at him.
“I wanna know though,” he whines, “It’s your fault for being so weird about it.”
Your body droops into the couch, head resting against the back of it, “A normal person and good friend would take this information at face value and let me live quietly with my shame.”
“I disagree,” you can feel his eyes on you, but you still won’t look at him, your own eyes closed. He continues on, “I’ll let you live quietly after you tell me everything I want to know… probably.”
You squint your eyes open at him, “There is literally nothing in this for me, you’re blackmailing this information out of me.”
He grins at you, “Are you saying you’d respond better to positive reinforcement?”
“I’m saying I’m still reluctant to answer your embarrassing questions and it’s starting to feel like if I do, I’m only giving you future blackmail material.”
“This is untrue, I’m blackmailing you, yes but I also agreed to never bring it up again if you answer my questions.”
“Oh my god!” this is getting annoying, steeling your nerves, you decide you’re just going to answer everything so you can end this quickly, “You were good, it was a good dream.”
A stupid and happy smile takes over his face, you don’t bother reading too far into it. “You said you were feeling ‘funny’, what do you mean by that?”
“Huh?”
“Funny could mean any number of things, I’m asking for specifics here,” he’s still too happy and it’s annoying you because you don’t really understand why.
“Hmm, like…” you look at him intently to better think about how you feel, your heart fluttering as you do, causing you to close your eyes as if you’re in thought, “…I feel embarrassed to have had a dream like that about you.”
He pushes back on your answer, “That’s all?”
Cracking an eye open at him as you chirp, “Yep.”
His gaze is already trained on you, apparently never having stopped looking at you, “You’re such a bad liar.”
You deflate at your failed deception, “I think we’ve just known each other too long…”
“You’ve always been a bad liar though?” He claps his hands together suddenly and it makes your heart skip a beat, “Now, out with it.”
Quiet as you start your explanation, “Every time I look at you…” he nods his head as if to encourage you, “…I think about the dream and it makes me feel funny, that’s all, can you leave me alone now?”
His lips purse as he mulls over what you’ve just said, “You sure you’re not just horny?”
“Satoru!” you chastise him, shocked and also frustrated that he’s pretty much hit the nail on the head. Ever since your dream you can’t help but look at him differently. Mind feeding you images of what having sex with him might be like—what having sex with him was like.
“I’m being genuine.”
“That makes it worse,” kicking your legs a little about it all.
He starts giggling, “You had a dream about getting fucked by me so good that just being around me turns you on.”
“Stop!” you move to sit in front of him properly, face clearly unhappy, “I did not say that.”
“You basically did,” he dismisses, “So… what did I do to you?”
It’s a bit ridiculous that he’s going in this direction, but you should’ve known he was going to do this. You need to shut him down because just his words alone are affecting you more than you care to admit, “I’m done answering your questions.”
It’s his turn to groan and grumble, “Aww, but it was just getting good.”
Rolling your eyes at him, you say with the intention of ending this interaction, “Satoru… It doesn’t matter what you did in my dream because there’s no way you’d be that good in real life.”
The smile on his face drops, “I can’t help but take that personally.”
“Take it how you will,” you shrug, “there’s no way you could live up to the dream version of you, it’s not logical.”
“Wanna find out?”
“Don’t be childish,” you brush him off, overlooking the way those words send a shock through you.
He pushes, “Treat it like an experiment, I wanna know what’s better.”
Blinking back at him, “You’re so weird.”
Quickly pointing out, “Maybe, but you’re the one who dreamt about fucking this weirdo.”
“Yeah, dreamt, it was a dream.” You shake your head in disbelief at him, “Why are you acting like you’re jealous of dream you?”
“Maybe I am jealous of dream me.”
“That’d be stupid.”
“You’re always telling me I’m stupid.”
Gojo’s eyes keep flitting to your lips every time you speak, the look in them suddenly much darker than the glee that was held in them when he was teasing you earlier. Trying to be stern but not entirely convincing when you state, “I’m not going to have sex with you for a reason as stupid as that, grow up.”
“But you’ll have sex with me for a good reason?”
“Stop putting words in my mouth,” you tilt your head at him in exasperation, “why are you even acting like this?”
Ignoring your question and instead posing his own, “You sure you’re not curious, not even a little bit?” His hand cups the side of your face, his thumb pulling down on your lower lip, “I know I am.”
That simple touch has your heart leaping bounds, suddenly so hyper aware of how deep the effect he has on you is. It scares you, how much you want him, how much you want to say yes. You shouldn’t get carried away, he’s being ridiculous, this is all so ridiculous. Your years long and best friendship could be ruined because of this moment.
All things you’re worried about, all valid concerns, all thoughts that slip from you so quickly when he leans in and licks teasingly at your lower lip. The gasp you let out is his entrance into your mouth, his lips plush and demanding against yours. Eyes falling shut as you let yourself get lost in his kiss, full and delightful and something you’ve never felt before.
It’s messy and uncoordinated, like he’s not really focusing on how to kiss you and more on the fact that he gets to kiss you. You’re getting dizzy, body buzzing pleasantly at how he sucks on your tongue. String of saliva keeping your lips connected when he pulls back, snapping as he wipes his lower lip with his thumb, only to then push it into your mouth. Your immediate response to suck, feeling depraved but enjoying the look on his face you get when you do.
He speaks under his breath, eyes a little dazed, “Fuck.”
As soon as your tongue licks against the tip of his thumb, he’s pulling it from your mouth and hurriedly slotting his mouth over yours again. Barely giving you a moment to think before he’s kissing you so completely, consumed by his need and the delicious way he partakes in your lips.
It’s so overwhelming, to be desired like this is foreign and has your thighs clenching together. Gaining confidence when you finally wrap your arms around his neck, a move he appreciates if his groan and grabby hands are anything to go off of.
The way he parts from you is full of huffed and short breaths that only ends in him kissing you again, like he’s fighting with himself to say something, to do something more but ending up not strong enough to move on from your lips.
A pathetic moan that you don’t even recognise as your own leaving you, the sound only spurring Gojo on. Using his body to push against yours until your back is on the couch, not bothering to explain what he’s doing, far too busy and far too fixated on how you taste.
Filled to the brim with thoughts about how good his kiss is, how kissing can’t possibly be this good, how you’d let him do more. Fingers threading through his hair, nails scratching against his scalp in a way that pulls a shudder from him.
What feels like far too soon he’s properly pulling back, quickly putting distance between you both so he’s not immediately gravitating back. Arms holding himself up, hovering over you, taking his sweet time to appreciate the look on your face. Pride exuding from him at what he’s reduced you to with a few kisses.
“Stop staring, Satoru,” your voice comes out more whinged and unfortunate than you were hoping.
“No.”
It’s a simple response, one that’s weighted with meaning and intention. Maybe if you weren’t only concerned with how good of a kisser he is, of how you want more, of how he looks indescribably good over you, you’d ask him why he’s acting this way. Maybe you’d even ask what this means for your friendship but when you’re in this deep and enjoying it this much, thinking that deep slips from you all too easily.
“I’m gonna touch you,” his gaze wanders over your body before looking back to you, “okay?”
Already nodding back at him, “Okay.”
And only when you verbally affirm him does he let his greedy hands travel your body, sitting back on his knees so he can grope at your thighs and hips. You can tell he’s enjoying your squirming immensely, eyes simultaneously lidded low and lit up.
Quickly glancing to meet your eyes when he asks, “What did I do to you?”
It takes your brain a second to catch up to his words, stuck on his big hands resting against your hips, his fingers digging into your plush skin. “You mean…”
“In your dream,” he slips into your waistband and starts to slowly pull your pants off, “what did I do to you in your dream, sweetheart?”
You feel your skin heat, his fingers tickling against your thighs. “I’m not answering that.”
A low hum sounds from him as your pants are finally removed and tossed to the side, “Why not?”
Keeping your legs together, self-conscious of the fact you’re in your underwear below him. Though he’s not bothered at all, groping and massaging at your thighs, “What happened in that dream is private.”
“That hardly seems fair,” his eyes bore into your own, “since I was there and all.” Paying no mind to your small protests as he manoeuvres one of your legs to rest against his side, feeling much more exposed now that he’s spread your legs.
“Satoru, you can’t just!– mmph—”
Further protesting cut off abruptly when he places his palm on your lower stomach, thumb drawing over your covered slit. His touch there was unexpected but not unwelcome, small shocks of pleasure thrumming through you.
“Did I use my fingers?” he keeps stroking your cunt, touch light and nowhere near enough to satisfy. “How about my mouth?” pausing to blatantly stare at your pussy, not even really addressing you when he adds, “please tell me I used my mouth,” his last words come out pitchy, almost like he’s begging for it to be true.
“I don’t know why you keep bothering to lie to me,” he murmurs low, using both thumbs to pull apart your folds, pressing into your hole only to be stopped by the material of your panties.
His action has you shooting up, face to his chest, your hands grab onto his shirt and all he does is chuckle at you. “Stop playing with me,” you huff at him.
Leaning down, he drags his lips over your skin gently. Leaving behind soft kisses all over your neck and chest, blowing air by your ear just to make you twitch. Voice almost a whisper when he asks again, “What did I do to you?”
“You’re embarrassing me,” you look through your lashes at him.
His smile is pleased, “Yeah, well, you’re turning me on.” Grabbing you by your hips and pulling you into his lap, your cunt pressing right into his erection, “Feel that?” He can’t help the way he gives small grinds into you, your warmth too enticing, “All your fault, so tell me what I did to you.”
The grinds he’s giving you feel too good, he’s big and so hard and couldn’t he just, “Can’t you just put it in?”
He laughs airily, surprised by your need and shifted focus, “I think you can feel enough to know that I can’t.”
“You were nicer to me in my dream,” you pout at him.
“Somehow, I doubt that—” his head drops back and a soft groan leaves him, getting lost in how you’ve started to rut down into him.
Thinking back to your dream, you decide to mention, “You did.”
Distracted reply coming from him, “Hmm?”
“Use your mouth, I mean—”
Just as you’d gotten the words out, he’s pushing you flat on your back again, not even pausing to think as he pulls your panties off in one movement. Settling between your thighs impatiently, eyeing up your cunt, “You been holding out on me.”
Your legs thrown haphazardly over his broad shoulders, “Wait just a sec—”
“—Why?” Tongue already hanging from his mouth and hovering over your pussy, just about drooling onto it.
The sight of him has your brain rebooting, “No– nothing.”
Keeping his eyes intently on you when he licks your whole pussy, smiling at how your mouth drops opens and hips squirm, “You’re cute.”
“You– you’re– hnn—” you don’t get to retort properly, his tongue flicking at your clit each time you try to say something.
“Mhm,” he’s enjoying this, you can tell, his tone too amused. “You’re so wet, practically begging for me to put my mouth on you.”
And then he shoves his tongue inside you, holding your hips down so he can fuck you with it. Delighting in the moans tumbling from your lips, cunt syrupy sweet and begging for him to stuff it full. Swallowing down all you have to give him, shudders running down his spine as his cock jerks in his pants. He’s been horny ever since you admitted to having had a sex dream about him. And if he’s being completely honest, maybe since he had his head in your lap.
It feels a little cruel that you kept it from him for so long, he would’ve gotten on his knees for you the second you asked him to. Groaning into your pussy when your hole tightens around his tongue, pressing his face closer to you. Nose stimulating your clit with how desperate he is to taste your cunt.
He’s messy in how he’s devouring you, sloppily making out with your pussy. Small groans leaving him as he relishes in it, like he’s getting just as much out of this as you are. It’s too good, back arching and thighs fighting to close, held open by his wide frame between your legs. This is the first time someone has gotten you so close so quickly, it’s almost embarrassing how easily he’s about to make you cum.
Gojo knows you’re close, it excites him, he wants your cum in his mouth, he wants to feel how you shake underneath him. But there’s something wicked inside him that wants to tease you a little more. Choosing instead to wait until you’re just about to finish before suddenly pulling back.
You whine at him, eyes wet when you look at him in confusion. He only smiles back at you, tongue licking his lower lip before he asks innocently, “I forgot to ask, did you cum like this?”
Brain taking a moment to catch up before realising he’s still asking about that damn dream, “I don’t– I think so?”
Pressing open mouthed and wet kisses over your inner thighs, remarking, “Not very memorable, was it?”
Somehow, it feels like he’s trying to compete with his dream counterpart, and the thought is just ridiculous. “It was very memorable,” you’re only hoping to be a little teasing but by the look in his eyes he takes it personally. Opening his mouth wide and chomping down onto your thigh, biting you enough to nearly break skin. You jump at the shock, “Hey!”
“Sorry, sweetheart,” he murmurs into your skin, licking over the impression of his teeth before pressing a kiss to it, “try remembering this instead, yeah?”
It’s a little bit cute of him to be so jealous of your dream, “You’re stupid.”
He knows he’s stupid, he’s all too aware of it but that changes nothing to him, “I’d be more careful with your words if you wanna cum,” blowing air onto your clit, reminding you of how close you were.
“Satoru…” you don’t really like how he’s got you backed into a corner right now.
He hums in acknowledgement at you, “Need something?” Head leaning against your thigh as he smiles smugly up at you.
How frustrating of him, to know exactly what you want but choosing not to give it to you for his own enjoyment. “You’re a tease,” you huff at him.
“Hmm… not usually,” his hand slides up your inner thigh, single digit slipping inside your hole, “I think that’s something you bring out of me,” pleased with the small sounds you let out at his finger stuffing you.
Gasped moan leaving your lungs, trying to tell him how unbearable he is, “You’re– hnn!—”
A sound of awe leaving him as he drags his finger out, “How obscene, you really are so fucking wet.” He says it like you should be ashamed of yourself but he’s smiling too big, eyes full of loving obsession. Clearly incredibly happy with how dripping and soaked your cunt is, “Basically drooling for it, sweetie. How embarrassing~”
You might have to kill him because he really is embarrassing you. Hell, it was already embarrassing doing this with your best friend and now he’s teasing you for his own sick pleasure, “Stop…” not able to help the completely pathetic look on your face, “…stop being so mean to me.”
Gojo feels his heart drop and then start beating a million miles an hour, you’re so cute that he can’t help but breathlessly laugh, “My bad, will making you cum make up for it?”
“Yes,” you assert.
Ah, his head is spinning, you might be too much for his poor heart to handle. He can’t bear having you upset with him though, pressing soft kisses to your pussy lovingly. It’s as if he’s apologising for being so cruel to you, deepening his kiss to your cunt by stuffing you full of his tongue again.
The way you twitch and moan under him really does drive him wild, how he’s going to stay sane while fucking you is beyond him. Lapping at your sopping cunt so devotedly, eyes dazed and pussy drunk as he watches how your eyes roll and brows pinch. Giggling to himself at how surreal it is to be tongue deep inside you, to have you this needy for him.
When he suddenly pushes your legs back, you squeak. Damn near folded in half and bent for him, “Satoru, you can’t just– mmph!—”
He doesn’t grace you with the kindess of listening properly, simply going back to eating your pussy like it’s his last meal. The way he’s holding you is pornographic in nature, a position you’ve never even thought to be in, and he’s easily manhandled you into it. Lower back no longer even touching the couch, held up by Gojo.
With how he’s positioned you now, all your dewy slick and his saliva slides from your cunt and drips crudely onto your poor couch. Head dizzied as he gets you closer and closer to finishing, building you up so much faster after the loss of your last orgasm.
“I– ah!– so close– mmph—” you don’t want him to stop, hand holding onto one of his on your hip tightly, begging that he doesn’t pull away again.
Lucky for you, he desperately wants you cumming for him. He barely brought himself to deny you the first time, there’s no way he could do it a second. Completely and whole heartedly dedicated to making your pussy cream for him, salivating at the thought alone.
Moans you don’t even register pulling from your lungs as he finally pushes you over the edge, hips shaking as you try to ride out your own high with little success. The position you’re folded in keeping you at his mercy. Orgasm feeling oh so sweet after he denied you, lashes fluttering as it washes over you.
Gojo hums happily into your pussy, drinking down all your creamy slick and then still not parting from you. Too addicted to your scent, to your taste, ignoring all rationality as he keeps licking and sucking at your cunt. Whining when your weak fingers dig into his hair and pull him back by force, shaking underneath him from how he’s nearly forced you into overstimulation.
“Too much,” your voice trembles with your words.
His lower face is a complete mess of you and you’d feel bad but the stupid smile and dazed look he’s wearing tells you that you don’t have to. “You got a great pussy,” he compliments, moving his thumbs so he can lewdly pull your cunt wider for his greedy eyes.
“Ah!– stop staring, have you no shame?”
Eyes flicking to yours when he states seriously, “None.”
You’re feeling far too exposed in this position, “Can you let me move—”
Ignoring you and instead musing aloud, “—How many fingers do you think you could take?”
“What?”
“Your hole was tight around my tongue so maybe only one?” Slipping a single finger inside you and stroking against your walls. Your back fights to arch and a soft mewl sounds from you, “ahh, that’s a nice reaction. Let’s stretch you out yeah?”
“You’re so– hnn!—” barely biting out, “You’re such a pervert.”
His head tilts at you, “Did you expect anything else?”
Managing to babble out, “Weren’t so– hah– perverted– hnn– in my dream– mmph—”
“I take pride in that,” his chest vibrates with his words. Of course he takes pride in it, why wouldn’t he? Stuffing another finger inside your snug cunt and scissoring them, trying to open you up enough to be able take him, “This sweet pussy might fucking kill me, I don’t know how you’re gonna take me.”
Could he have a bigger ego? “Don’t be ridiculous– hah!—”
“I’m not just being cocky, sweetie.” Fingers brushing up against so many spots you can never quite reach on your own, “You might actually struggle to take it all.”
Eventually giving you a third finger, spread wide around his digits and leaking into the palm of his hand. He’s got you a squirming and moaning mess under him, mind melting from the mouth-wateringly sinful way he’s playing with you.
“Satoru– hnn!—”
“Something wrong?”
Now he knows damn well… “Please, just– hah—”
He laughs at your whimpered neediness, completely aware of how bad you want him inside of you. “Being real cute right now.”
“Don’t—”
“—Don’t what?” Using his fingers to tease your most intimate spots.
“‘Toru– hnn– please,” lower lip wobbling as you pout at him, “I want you…”
That’s not fair, you’re not playing fair at all. “You’re evil,” he mumbles at you, cheeks and tips of his ears flushing red with how turned on he is, “but I’ll give you what you want, since you’re so adorable.”
Thick fingers drawing from your cunt, the loss of him pulling a whine from you; it makes him smile. You’re genuinely so pathetic right now and aside from how horny it’s got him; it’s also got his heart stuttering in his chest.
“Take your shirt off,” he points at you, letting you finally lower your bottom half to the couch.
Grumpily following his instruction, feeling especially docile right now, “You’re being too bossy.”
His words come out a little muffled as he pulls his own shirt off, “Your pouting would have more effect if you weren’t also listening so well.”
“Maybe I’ll stop listening then.”
He stands from the couch to tug down his pants and boxers, brows drawn together and head tilting, “When you’re this close to finally taking it all?” Holding the base of his hard cock, tone smug.
Embarrassed for yourself at how your cunt throbs for him, desperate in a pitiful way that you’ve never imagined yourself being over him or anyone. “Are you in any position to be this big of a tease?”
“For you? Always,” he taps your thigh and leans onto the couch again, “now spread your legs for me.”
Already opening up to give him room before really thinking twice on it, hating that you’re this willing to follow his instruction. His hands on you are gentle, almost reverent in how they trail along your inner thighs.
Gojo can’t help himself, touching you as much as he can, wanting to prolong this whole experience. Your skin so soft and delicate under his touch, fingers digging into your flesh just to see proof of him touching you. Completely bare and willing under him, heart hammering in his chest at this fact.
Dragging his cock through your sopping wet pussy, shivering at just how gooey your cunt is. Not intentionally trying to torture you but doing so anyways, squirming and impatient under him the more he plays with you.
“Satoru,” voice pitchy, “please.”
Not moving immediately, only cursing as he gazes at you all lost.
You wrap a single leg around his waist and pull him forward, encouraging, “C’mon.”
Smug expression suddenly back on his face, “Alright, here we go,” tapping at your entrance a few times first. “Ohh, biiig stretch,” word drawn out and provocative as his cock head slowly slips inside you.
Big stretch is fucking right, chest squeezing as you struggle to adjust. Hands gripping onto his biceps for dear life, needing to be grounded.
One of his hands reach out and strokes against your head, you keen into his touch and he chuckles. Leaning down to whisper, “You need to breathe, sweetheart.”
His hips have stopped moving forward but it hardly seems like it, already feeling obscenely full. “H–how much– hnn– more?”
Gojo dips his head down to look at where your cunt is bulging around him, teeth digging into his lower lip as he stifles a strained laugh, “Not much at all.”
“Are you lying?” Unable to help the way your lip wobbles a bit with your question.
“Yeah,” he thrusts just a little bit more into you, “but you’re doing so well, feel fffucking fantastic.”
You’re clawing at his shoulders, feeling like you’re being stretched to your limits, “Why– ah!– why is it so big?” Somehow, you feel annoyed at him for it.
“I’m God’s favourite,” is how he chooses to reply, ego growing tenfold at how you’re falling apart just from the shallow thrusts he’s delivering.
How the hell are you meant to take all of him, “How– hah– how much?”
He can’t take his eyes off how you’re sucking him in, hands gripping your hips and thumbs drawing circles into your skin soothingly, “Why don’t you just watch for yourself?”
You shake your head at him, eyes scrunched shut, “No.”
“And why not?” Still, he’s feeding you more of his cock, your pussy pulsing around him making him dizzy, “It’s a good fuckin view.”
“Don’t– hnn– don’t torment me.”
Blinking your eyes open to give your best glare, it only comes across half hearted. Completely taken with the look on Gojo’s face, flushed pink with his pupils blown wide, teeth digging into his lower lip again to stop from whining. Eyes flicking to yours and he’s completely melting when seeing just how pathetic you are under him, moan stumbling from his lips so suddenly that it takes him by surprise.
He's just as big of a mess as you and it has your cunt positively creaming around him, turned on by the fucked out horny look on your best friends’ face. Gojo shudders at your pussy getting slicker around him, his dick jerking inside you.
“Getting this– hah– wet over your best friend…” fucking his hips quickly, pelvis now flush to yours, “…how shameless of you.”
You’re quivering around him and writhing under him, the feeling of being completely stuffed full overwhelming on its own. His taunting cruel and mocking and unfortunately turning you on that much more, upset that you’re letting him get away with it.
Lips downturned when you fire back, “You’re more shameless– hnn– pervert.”
Gojo can only be charmed by your weak insult, especially since he’s pretty sure you’re unaware of how your hips are twitching under the weight of his hold. Fighting upwards for the hope of getting fucked but kept frustratingly still by him. Your neediness has piqued his interest, now wondering how long he can stay still until you’re shedding tears out of pure frustration. Quickly growing addicted to the idea of teasing you like this.
He's so still it’s driving you crazy, able to feel his dick twitching inside you, veins throbbing against your sensitive walls. Obviously wanting it just as bad as you but still not moving, shifting one of your hands to tap at his on your hip, gaining his attention.
Eyes on his, “What are you waiting– mmph– for?”
God, the look on your face is killing him, so sweet under him. It’s almost like you’re coming apart already, his hands dig into your thighs and it has you keening under him. Pitiful whine leaving you as your hips start grinding into him quickly, trying to alleviate some of the desire you’re feeling.
“Now why on earth…” he straightens his back up more, pulling your lower half up with him, not giving the chance for his cock to slip from you, “…are you this touch starved?”
“Huh?” it’s the only response you’re capable of giving, having finally seen just how he’s shoved inside you. Cunt stretched obscene around his fat dick, dripping happily and syrupy sweet around him. Chest fluttering at the shock and excitement.
“I’m so sorry for not noticing, sweetie,” he coos at you, “I would’ve helped you if you’d told me.”
Complaining back at him, “I am not touch starved.”
“You definitely are,” he trails his hand from your hip, up your side, just to show you how you twitch into it, “it’s okay though, I’ll take good care of you.”
Pussy shivering involuntarily around him, giving away that you’re lying. How he managed to know you were deprived, you have no idea but the fact he did is embarrassing to you. He doesn’t need to be aware of how long it’s been since you were last touched so intimately.
“I—”
“—Don’t bother lying again,” he keeps caressing you where he can reach, “I’d much rather hear about how much you like when I touch you.”
Maybe he’ll start moving if you’re honest, “I like when– hah– you touch me,” pouting slightly and barely fighting off the shudder running down your spine at his touch.
“Good,” he smiles at you, all glib, “‘Cause I’m gonna touch you. Lots.”
Eyes sparkling at him, hoping, “Does that mean you’re– ah– hnn– actually going to fuck me now?”
“Why?” his head tilts at you, “Do you want it?”
Giving your best glare back at him, he’s proven to you sufficiently by now that he can read you incredibly well, much to your dismay. Muttering out, “Dream you was– hah– much more indulgent of me.”
“Ouch,” though he says that, he doesn’t seem hurt at all, “Dream me was a fool then ‘cause you’re much more fun to play with like this.”
He’s being so evil, “Can’t you just give me what I want?”
“I might,” his gaze is lecherous as his eyes rake over your body, “if you ask for it properly.”
“Satoru…” you try to call out to him as sweetly as possible, “…please fuck me?” lip quivering slightly as your neediness bleeds through your façade of togetherness, “please?”
Gojo’s heart squeezes in his chest, he’d planned on tormenting you a little more but he’s not sure he’ll be able to keep his sanity any longer. Already he feels like he’s a second away from cumming, caught between wanting to give you everything you want and teasing you until you cry. He guesses he’ll just have to settle for fucking you until you cry this time, next time, he promises himself he’ll tease you properly next time.
“Satoru?”
Your voice breaks him out of his reverie, grin back on his face, “I heard you, pretty. I’ll give you what you want.”
Dragging his cock from you slowly, so slowly, the heavy weight of him pulling out driving you up a wall, insides shuddering. Broken and gasped moans leaving you, rushing out quick, “Thank you, thank you, thank you, oh—”
The laugh that leaves him is too attractive, amused by your gratitude for something like this. It’s cute how the thank-yous just keep tumbling from your lips over and over as he keeps pulling back to the tip of him.
“Don’t thank me for that…” his hands dig into your hips more, “…thank me for this,” slamming into you all at once with his last word.
The wind is completely knocked from your lungs, shocked whine louder than you’d want it to be. Desperately clawing at any part of him you can reach, struggling to take it and keep it together. Feeling like you’re completely melting, head spinning as pleasure thumps through your veins.
“Mmph– I– ahh—” barely coherent as your eyes fight to not roll to the back of your head, “thank hnn– you.”
Small giggle leaving him at just how adorable you’re being, heart hammering in his chest as he sets a consistently mind ruining pace. He can’t wipe the fucked out smile off his face as he keeps pounding into you, giddy with how he gets to have you under him like this.
Babbling varied compliments, “You’re so adorable,” he huffs out a whimper, “hnn– and you’re so fucking tight around me,” less coherent as he carries on, “God, and so fffucking wet– hah– what the– so hot– I—”
He feels insane, how you’re this warm and perfect around him has him at a loss. Almost like you were made just for his cock, something he’ll let himself believe because the idea of you being with anyone but him breaks his heart a little bit.
Hypnotised by how you’re sucking him back in, clinging onto his dick desperately. It’s almost like every time he pulls out, you’re begging him to fuck right back in, and of course he’ll comply. The idea of pulling out before he’s finished with you a painful thought, not willing to give up this moment even if someone walked in on the two of you.
Such a genuine thought, he’s completely certain that someone could walk in on you both and his thrusts wouldn’t even slow down. If anything, they’d speed up, finally he’d get to show off how you’re his. Possessiveness tumbling around restlessly in his head, his dick only getting harder.
All you can do is take it, take all of the jaw slacking and toe-curling pleasure he’s delivering you. Your pussy making obscene sounds as he fucks into you, skin hot from how depraved it all feels. Gojo looks so completely wrecked, eyes glazed over, lips still moving as he continues to mutter out sweet praise. Praise that would probably have your insides flipping and body growing hotter, but you can’t hear anything but your heart thumping in your own ears.
Delirious grin making its way onto his face as he’s struck with a wicked realisation, large hand sliding its way from your thigh to your stomach. Pressing down the littlest bit and watching how you squirm and shudder under him, gasping for breath and hands slapping at him, trying to speak.
“Don’t– hnn– don’t do that– ah!– too much– it feels too—”
“What? Good?” He hisses out, still managing to be taunting.
“It’s too much– hah– mmph– I’m too sensitive,” your eyelashes feel wet, like you might’ve started crying but you can’t even be sure of that right now.
His hand presses down more into your tummy, “I know you are~” he giggles a little, “it’s turning me on.”
“Seriously– hnn– don’t– I’m gonna– ah!—”
He’d completely ignored your pleas causing you to cut yourself off with a moan, orgasm suddenly washing over you. Spasming hot and snug around him, so sinful that he’s shocked by his own high, cumming deep inside you as you shake and shiver around him.
“Ohh, you’re– haah– you’re killing me sweetly,” Gojo’s head feels like it’s spinning, swimming in so much euphoria as he grinds into you.
You’ve slumped under him, trusting him to keep a hold of you, not even thinking to chew him out for making a mess of both your cunt and sofa. Brain feeling all fuzzy and melted in your skull, blissed out from how good you’re currently feeling.
Busy basking in the afterglow when your world is suddenly spinning, Gojo’s taken advantage of your rag-dolled state and flipped you over onto your stomach. Quickly realising that he’s still hard when your hips are being pulled up and his cock is sliding through your folds.
“You gotta stay with me, pretty,” he groans, positioning his tip at your hole, “we’re– hnn– not done yet.”
“Satoru– ah!—”
Both your moans are debauched and loud as he stuffs you so fucking full all at once, lungs seizing in your chest. If he weren’t holding your hips so tight, you would’ve collapsed to the couch. Your fingers dig into the cushions below you, biting back pitiful sounds that so desperately want to leave you.
“Don’t– don’t do that,” he shoves inside you somehow that little bit more, “let me hear you, sweetie.”
Sulking back, “Noo– hah– it’s embarrassing—”
“—It’s arousing,” he counters, skin on fire with how badly he wants to hear you moan for him.
He supposes it’s fine though, he’ll just have to drag those sweet sounds from you himself. Giving sharp and angled thrusts, purposefully driving right into all those delicious spots he found earlier while playing with you. Grinning wide, overly pleased with himself when you squeak out the cutest moan he’s ever heard.
He’s falling apart inside you, wrapped around your little finger and you don’t even realise it. He didn’t even intend to cum earlier, you just felt too good. All sticky cum and clingy walls, he couldn’t help himself.
Able to feel how his cum leaks out around his shaft, hear how your pussy gushes with his cock inside you. He feels borderline feral, something deeply possessive dancing around in his heart at how your cunt squelches around him, stuffed full of his hot semen.
The desire to see his face hits you, remembering just how good he looked as he got lost in how pleasurable everything felt. Whining pitifully below him into the couch, feeling far too shy to tell him how much you enjoy looking at him while he fucks you stupid.
“Satoru– hnn– it’s—” drooling onto the couch as you moan out to him, “it’s good– hah– it’s too good– it’s good~” nearly sobbing with just how damn good it feels.
“I bet,” he chuckles, loving your reaction.
Biting at him, “Hnn– shuddup—”
Easily ignoring you, “Now be honest… what’s better?”
Your eyes are rolling to the back of your head; you can’t focus on whatever the hell he’s saying when he’s fucking your gooey sweet spot so perfectly that you’re in bliss.
“Focus,” he fills you completely and stills his hips, refusing to move, “what’s better? This or your dream.”
Cunt so creamy and cock drunk for him, throbbing and pulsing so lovingly on him. He’s a little bit annoyed that he has to stop but he needs your answer. Hips twitching back into him, small noises of frustrated and deprived pleasure slipping from your lips.
He purrs low at you, “If you want me to move then you gotta answer me,” hand smoothing down your back, “you know I will torment you until you do.”
If you weren’t so turned on and delirious you’d recognise it as the bluff it is, he may have been able to torment you earlier, but his patience is barely hanging on by a fucking thread at this point. But you are that turned on and delirious, so instead you answer earnestly, “This, this is better. It’s lots better, now please. Move.”
“There ya go,” he pats your ass a couple times, “such a sweet little thing when you’re fucked full of my fat dick.”
Words meant as a warning but failing to hold any weight, “‘Toru– don’t—”
“—Don’t stress, pretty,” giving you a single thrust, “I’ll give you what you and your pussy are begging me for.”
Your response is smothered into the couch cushions, “Please.”
Groaning a giggle at how you reply, finding it cute that you’re displaying manners you don’t usually bother to with him. You must have it bad for him right now because otherwise you would not be so docile under him.
Fucking into you so you can feel it, really feel it. Intending to pull you apart so perfectly, wanting you to feel this just as much he is. Pelvis smacking into your ass obscenely, admiring the way your back arches for him, damn near presenting yourself to him.
“More– hah—” you stutter out at him, trying to explain what you need, “I want– hnn– I want you to touch me more.”
His eyes close and he intakes a deep breath, controlling himself as he registers your words. Arm reaching around you to pull you up, his chest to your back. He’s pressed so close to you, warm and comforting. You’re keening into him again, relishing how close he is to you, how much of him you can feel. Butterflies dancing in your stomach at how intimate it is and how it’s so much better because of it.
His hands grope at you, your hips, stomach, tits, anywhere he can grab, “Someone’s being greedy.”
Huffing back at him, “Hah– I am not.”
“I wasn’t talking about you,” amused with himself as he breathes into your ear, thrusting desperately into your dripping cunt.
You grab hold of his hands and tug, encouraging him to wrap his arms around you properly. All too easily, he gives into your will, holding you tight. His face tucked into your neck and breathing in your scent, lips delicate as they trace your skin.
Brain hazy and muddled as you babble out your feelings to him, “It’s good– I like your dick– hnn– I like– hah– I like you.” Head turning to the side to press a small kiss to his head.
He’s quick to move so he can capture your lips with his, groaning into it. His dick grows impossibly larger inside you at your small confession, throbbing and leaking inside your tight heat.
Pulling back with a last suck to your lower lip, “Don’t say such sweet things to me, pretty,” tongue licking your ear, teeth nipping you, “or I’ll never leave you alone.”
“You– hah– you– hnn– do that anyways– ah!—”
“I’m about to become much worse,” it’s more of a promise than anything else, you thought of him as clingy before but he’s about to become so so much more worse.
The idea of that alone should probably be less appealing but while stuffed full of his aching cock, you can’t find it in yourself to feel anything other than pathetically whipped for him. Pussy weeping around him, begging for more, for it to never stop.
His dick so deep it feels like he’s in your lungs, spasming around him as your high gets closer and closer. Pleasure climbing up your spine as you melt around him, loving his touch on your body, his breath by your ear.
Gojo moans, head tipping back before he leans forwards again, “You’ve got me obsessed with you, sweetheart,” voice cracking with a whine, “both you– hnn– and this sopping wet pussy of yours.”
Sobbing out your warning, “‘Toru– hah– ah!– I’m gonna cum—”
“Hmm?” his chest vibrates against your back, “Gonna cum because I told you I’m obsessed with you? That’s pretty lewd of you.”
Cheeks wet with your shed tears, “Don’t– hng– don’t tease.”
“Just let yourself enjoy it,” hand pressing into your stomach like he had earlier, “your cunt sure does.”
Long and pitchy moan leaving you, orgasm knocking into you like a tonne of bricks. Trying to curl forward but unable to, Gojo’s arms are firm around you, not letting you go anywhere as he keeps fucking into you. His pace suddenly much quicker as he doubles his efforts from behind, chasing his own high.
It doesn’t take him long at all to follow behind you, face burying into your neck, teeth biting into you as he shudders. Muffled whimpers vibrating against your skin, his hips jerking shallowly, he can’t bring himself to stop fucking into you. You’re too stupid to think about telling him off, not even sure you’re able to process thoughts let alone talk coherently.
Eventually he stills to a complete stop, planting kisses over his bite mark. He doesn’t want to let you go, content to hold you up like this but you’re on the verge of passing out. Gentle in how he lowers you down onto the couch, the pair of you groaning when his cock slips from you. Shared cum connecting his dick to your stuffed hole obscenely, he has to bite his lip to stifle the most pathetic sound at the sight.
While you gather yourself, he kneads your back, his large hands digging into the knots there. The massage nice and calming, helping to soothe your aching muscles after the way he manhandled you to his hearts content. Almost feeling like you could fall asleep like this, feeling so safe and warm under his ministrations.
He leans over to check you, “Stay awake,” fingers brushing against your cheek, “you’re gonna need a shower.”
“No moving,” you protest.
“Yes moving, I know if you fall asleep like this you will be pissed when you wake up,” he brushes down your spine delicately, “and you’ll be pissed at me… which I’d personally like to prevent.”
“Can’t do it.”
“I’ll help you,” he hops off the couch, “Come on.”
Groaning dramatically the whole time as you sit up, standing in front of him with the help of his hands on you. Legs wobbling under you, balance precarious. As soon as you’re on your feet, his cum leaks from your cunt and down your inner thighs. It catches Gojo’s attention who crouches down to get a better look.
“Wooow,” he comments.
Shy at his reaction, “Wh– what?”
He glances up at you and looks deep into your eyes, “I came a lot inside you,” eyes dropping to stare at your pussy obviously, “sorry but this is really turning me on…”
Barely finishing his sentence before his tongue is lolling out of his mouth, head tipping forward to lick up the mess. Mouth swapping sides to travel up each of your thighs, eyes locked onto yours as he does. It’s overwhelming you, feeling beyond embarrassed at the lewd display. His grip the only thing keeping your wobbly legs from completely giving out from under you.
Gojo’s actions are ravenous and simultaneously dazed, somehow both feral and on autopilot. Moaning into your pussy as he licks and sucks your cunt clean, tongue hitting so many over-sensitive places. Your hands dig into his hair to pull him back only to see the completely pussy drunk look in his eyes. If it had been possible, he’d probably have hearts in his eyes, so far gone.
“Stop– hnn– you need to stop,” legs shaking much more now, “too sensitive,” grip more forceful with your last tug.
He pouts back at you, “But you’re so cute when you’re overstimulated.”
Pulling back from you to stand to his full height, smirking down at you. All self-satisfied and also blissed out on the taste of your shared cum. Your tummy is full of butterflies from how he’s been treating you today, legs still weak under you as your knees cave. Thankfully, he’s quick and catches you, effortlessly picking you up and carrying you to the bathroom to wash the both of you up.
Letting yourself be wiped down by him in the bathroom, sitting on the sink as he uses a warm cloth to clean you up better than his tongue could. “I was serious you know,” he says unprompted.
Head fuzzy and a little lost on what he means, “About?”
“I’m obsessed with you.”
α.η. THIS IS A REPOST .. a repost from my old account @/lovelivision, if you feel like you've read it before, maybe you have !
a-knee-wayssss .. i hope you liked it ! i didn't change much about this one since it was basically just pure smut and also i still fucked with it teehee (๑•̀ <๑) ✧
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Late night at the gym. You, Satoru, and absolutely zero supervision. You're both tired, disgustingly competitive rivals who would rather die than tap out to each other. So what can possibly go wrong with his unhinged idea of strip jiu jitsu?
pairing: Gojo Satoru x reader
warnings: 18+ (mdni!!), explicit sexual content, afab!reader, reader and Satoru are both brazilian jiu jitsu fighters, pwp, rivals to lovers, stripping game, sexual tension, banter, fingering, oral (f receiving), piv, choking, creampie, them doing actual BJJ, lowkey a sweat kink ??, chokeholds, he's lowkey pussy-drunk, light degradation, praise kink, semipublic sex
word count: 6.5k+
a/n: been getting so many bjj horny reels and tts on my fyp and this is the outcome. you're welcome and i'm sorry.
The gym closes at ten. You know this, have known this for the few years you've been a member. Also you have a key because Yaga liked you because you offered to help with inventory three times before, so that's why you now have the key.
It was also the point of you staying this late. You, alone, your own playlist finally blasting through the gym speakers, instead of the ear rape the coaches usually play, while you tortured yourself with some plyo box jumps. Oh well, it wasn't exactly torture, but you understand. Get the quads fired up, dynamic training to get better footwork on the mats.
You were sweating, lungs burning, perfectly in your little sweaty and focused bubble.
You heard the locker room door open. Huh. You landed wrong off the box. Not badly, just startled. You regained your footing and whipped your head around. Did someone forget something?
But it was Satoru leaning in the doorway. He was fresh out of the showers, his hair dripping and falling messily into his eyes, the fresh undercut even more prominent like this, towel slung around his neck.
Between the grappling shorts and the fitted rash guard, it was fucking unfair how hot he looked just standing there. You hated him for it. But that's just between us, 'cause it doesn't change the fact that he was just a cocky jerk.
You dropped your hands to your knees, panting. "The hell you doing here?"
"I could ask you the same thing." He uncrossed his arms, drying the hair on his nape into the towel. "I was planning on getting some late-night mat work in."
And yeah, Satoru had a key too. That's what you get for being the two best fighters from the same gym. Privileges and all. Though you saw it more like a discipline thing, but different people, different opinions. All that jazz.
You rolled your eyes as you took a sip of your water. "Great. I was planning on closing up," you shot back, fiddling with your water bottle. "So, leave. You had enough time till ten."
Satoru looked at you for a second. Then he looked around the gym — the speakers still on, the plyo box still in the middle of the stretching zone, your bag half open by the wall — and back at you.
"Doesn't look like closing up to me."
You opened your mouth to curse him out like usual. Closed it. Not tonight, he is NOT going to ruin your feng shui. Enough that he manages to do that daily during standard training hours.
"Am getting there," you said with great dignity.
He smiled. Not the big performative one he used to annoy referees and opponents and you. The smaller one. The worse one. "Relax, I'll just work around ya. You won't even know I'm here, sweets."
And then he walked past you onto the mat like the conversation was over, which it was not, you had several more things to say, except he'd already dropped his towel over the rack and was rolling his neck and you were suddenly very busy looking at literally anything else in the room.
Never mind then, you would resume your plyo workout, you still had more sets to go before moving to rope jumping and then you'd be off. And he said you won't even know about him, but it's Satoru we are talking 'bout, so you did exactly one and a half jumps and you could feel his pretty, and ANNOYING eyes on you.
You two had rather interesting dynamics. At first you were crushing on him like crazy — okay, the crush might still be ongoing. But that doesn't change the fact that once you got to actually know him, he turned out to be a massive, cocky jerk with an even bigger ego. Though he was a great fighter, easily the best, well the best in the gym and probably in the entire city, you still couldn't stand him and his big puppy eyes. Ugh.
You turned around.
"What."
"Nothing?" He was doing shoulder rolls now, not even looking at you, lying through his teeth. "Dunno what you're talking about."
You glared at him and went back to your own workout, but one jump later and he was still staring a hole through your — not even your head! You could feel his measly eyes on your legs, ass, everywhere. An annoying pervert on top of that.
"Can you, like, stop?"
"I'm not doing anything." His voice laced with lazy amusement, sounding so infuriatingly unbothered, still half turned away.
"You're STARING at me."
Satoru then turned to face you fully and had the absolute nerve to look confused about it. "I'm allowed to look at things. It's a free country. Plus I'm only stretching?"
You blinked at him a few times. He only stared back, looking innocent, fully serene. The most tiresome person alive and he was your rival. Just your luck.
He stopped with his arm stretches as he tilted his head. His damp white hair caught in the artificial lighting and the smirk that crawled onto his face had absolutely no business looking so malicious, so predatory for a late-night gym session.
"Well," he drawled as he took a deliberate step toward the center of the mats. "If you're just going to stand there STARING at me, we might as well roll."
Absolutely the fuck not, your brain screamed. You knew his stats. You knew he had a reach advantage that basically made him a super muscular human spider, and his raw strength was infuriating. Satoru didn't just spar, he dismantled people. You were the person who claimed size difference is never that MUCH of a big deal, but with him you always stood fucking corrected. His six-foot-three frame and his muscular legs were real and unfair and you had brought this up multiple times and he always nodded very seriously and then put you on the mat in under a minute. You had the bruises to prove it on multiple occasions.
So naturally, agreeing to this was a terrible idea. Not because of the power imbalance, just because of his annoying audacity.
"Fine," you heard yourself say.
Competitive streak was a sickness, really. That's why. And you would rather die than back down. Obviously.
You abandoned your tall — okay, moderately tall, okay, manageably tall — plyo box, kicked off your trainers and met him on the mat. Fist bump and stance.
And twenty-eight seconds later, you were staring at the fucking ceiling.
That's all it took. You knew because you were counting, humiliated and furious that you were counting. He folded you like cheap laundry.
Satoru had slipped your initial grip effortlessly, used your own momentum against you, and swept your leg. You had about zero time to comprehend the lack of purchase on your grip and then his arm was hooked under your neck, his hips pinning you in flawless side control, his long legs had yours completely trapped. He was suffocatingly warm.
You slapped the mat three times. "What the fuck, Gojo?!"
Satoru just laughed. Still hovering even as he let you go, close enough that you could still see a few droplets caught in his hairline, and he had the cosmic nerve to look amused.
"Sloppy footwork, sweets."
You furrowed your brow, looking annoyed as you rolled away.
"You good?" He sat back on his heels, checking up on you just in case.
You only glared at him, now more annoyed at yourself than him, as all you could focus on was the scent of his warm skin and his body wash, making your head spin. More than usual.
"Lucky round," you deflected as you stood up, ready to go again. He might have won the fight, but you're not losing the war.
"Then I must have been lucky quite a few months in a row, sweets, but I'll admit," he sighed dramatically, "the size difference makes this a little unfair. Doesn't it?"
But as you answered "duh," something changed in his expression and it was weirdly, infinitely more dangerous than the signature smirk of his before.
Satoru had a plan. A very good plan, a very reasonable plan, a very stupid plan. A very new and dangerous plan that had just flashed right in front of his eyes and had about only two possible outcomes: it working out and finally getting the girl, or him getting his membership revoked and probably even his BJJ registration alongside it. But hey, game is a game. Hate the game, not the player kinda situation.
And you smelled so, so sweet, a mixture of your sweat and whatever body spray you always used. And so forgive him that his horny brain had done something deeply unhelpful, and I'm not going to explain WHAT, and now he was sitting in front of you looking like an idiot.
He cleared his throat, shifting his weight slightly so his knees were drawn up, hiding a bit of obvious evidence of his poorly timed lapse in judgment.
"So, let's make this more fun, more daring? Give you the motivation to whoop my ass," Satoru said. His voice was suddenly a little lower, smooth and entirely too cheeky, and you were already fearing what would come out of his damn mouth.
You chuckled, offended. You didn't need any special rules to want to whoop his cocky ass, but you'd also be lying if you said you weren't intrigued. Or maybe it was just the exhaustion of the day that made you delirious.
And when he explained his oh so fun, more daring rules, he said it like he had not just proposed something completely insane.
"You're disgusting," you sneered, looking around just in case someone heard. No one did. The poor equipment did though — now you'd feel weird walking around your precious and reasonably tall plyo box. "Strip jiu jitsu? What the hell is even that, Satoru?"
Satoru looked around right after you did, sweeping the empty dojo, checking the corners for cameras. He knew Yaga didn't have cameras in here, only at the entrance. You two were the only ones here, so it wasn't even that crazy of an idea. Well, okay, it was. It was a stupidly crazy one, if we're being completely honest, but he just had to shoot his shot — because yes, he was hot, but also only a horny loser, with heavy emphasis on the loser.
"Roll with strip rules." He smiled, and there it was — the absolute worst, most arrogant smirk in his arsenal, the one showing off his little canines. "The loser of the round takes off a piece of clothing."
Every single alarm bell in your head went off at once. You knew exactly what he was doing. This was the most transparent, audacious, thinly-veiled excuse to get you half-naked in the history of the universe. He was an absolute degenerate for not even being able to ask you out like a normal human being. You would say no anyway, trust. You should tell him to go to hell, grab your stuff, and lock up.
"So?"
You hated him. You really, truly did.
The part of your brain that had been training alongside this man for two years, that had never once backed down from anything he put in front of you, that would genuinely rather die than let Satoru Gojo think you were scared of him —
"You're on."
Round One was a bloodbath.
You fought like your actual life depended on it. You were NOT losing your clothes to this absolute degenerate of a man.
Satoru was being infuriating as per usual, playing defense — heavy on the word playing, what a bastard — and clearly holding back just enough to tease you. He was slipping your grips by mere inches, his still-damp hair falling into his eyes as he dodged a sweep.
But then he got cocky, thinking he had you. He shifted his weight too far to the left trying to grab your wrist. But you had operational eyes and saw the textbook mistake, the kind that a guy makes when he's fucking staring at the way your hips are moving instead of focusing enough on his own center of gravity.
So you shot your hips up, locked your legs tightly around his neck, and dragged his arm across your chest, sinking in a picture-perfect triangle choke.
You squeezed, calves burning with the effort, glaring down at him.
Satoru blinked up at you from his trapped position. He didn't even look mad! The jerk actually looked a little too suspiciously proud before his hand came up and tap tap tapped! your thigh three times.
You released him immediately, scrambling back.
"Man, your little perverted game doesn't seem to be going as planned," you teased, pointing a victorious finger at his chest. "Shirt. Now."
Sitting up, he grabbed the hem of his rash guard. And in true Gojo fashion, he took his sweet, deliberate, absolutely criminal time pulling it over his head.
The tight fabric clung to his damp skin, resisting for a beat before he pulled it free and tossed it off the mat.
You tried not to stare at his deliciously carved muscles, the sharp V-lines dipping below his grappling shorts. You really did, but he caught you, and the predatory stupid smile was back in full force.
"Are we going to bump fists for round two or do you need more time?"
You tore your hypnotized eyes away from his abs, crossing your arms. "Shut up and put your hands up, loser."
Round Two went, well, less well.
Every time you tried to establish a grip, your hands slipped against his chest. How were you supposed to grab him when he wasn't wearing anything!
The friction, the disarming heat radiating off him, the way his muscles flexed under your hands — you couldn't really focus. You were cooked from the first ten seconds and you knew it. And worse, Satoru totally knew it too, because he didn't even try to play nice this time.
He was more precise with his movements now, overpowering you with perfect timing, and every hold lasted just a second longer than it needed to. It drove you frustrated and fucking crazy. And when he finally, finally swept your legs and pinned your wrists to the mat, his chest pressed completely flush against your rash guard.
The air left your lungs in a heavy rush. Only because he was obviously really heavy —
Ah. Your old friend. The ceiling.
He hovered, a wicked gleam in those stupidly pretty blues, waiting. You didn't even fight the pin. No point in it. And there went your hopeful plan of not giving up any piece of clothing…
You tapped.
Satoru immediately sat back on his heels, extremely satisfied, crossing his arms. He didn't need to say a word — the expectant, cocky tilt of his head said it all.
You sat up too. Grabbed the hem of your rash guard, pulled it over your head and tossed it to the edge of the mat.
Sports bra. Grappling shorts. That's what was left, and that's what would stay on. The cool gym air hit your heated skin, feeling weirdly exposed.
You lifted your chin, refusing to break eye contact, trying to project unbothered bad bitch confidence. "Happy?"
His eyes were a bit darker than they were a moment ago as they shamelessly dropped from your face to your chest, to your stomach above your waistband, and then slowly back up. Could he be any more obvious? It gave you this weird tingly feeling all over.
"Happy," he said through his lashes, and raised a hand.
You bumped fists.
Round Three meant war.
Something had shifted in the air and you both felt it, the pretense of this being a normal spar completely gone. You were fearing how this session would end, but not necessarily mad about it ending any way. But you were mad about your bruised pride and your rash guard coming off, so you fought sharper this time around. Watching every one of his damn movements like a hawk, turning the anger into focus. One dodge here, one grab there, and you caught him in a rear naked choke with his own momentum and squeezed until he tapped with zero ceremony about it.
Satoru peeled himself off the mat, hooked his thumbs into the waistband of his grappling shorts right away, sighing very obviously fake, and pushed them down, which left him only in a pair of black boxers.
And you WERE going to ignore the very obvious outline of something you had already been ignoring since the last round when he pinned you down. You risked one look though, just to check why the fuck it looked so — okay. Moving on. Glad you would not have to do anything with it, because you were going to win the next round, win his little pervy game overall and go home!
Until you lost Round Four in fifteen seconds and we are not discussing it.
What I will say is that fighting a man in only his boxers when you are also mostly undressed is not a cognitively accessible activity and anyone who says otherwise is lying.
So now you were standing in the middle of the mat in only your sports bra, cursing yourself for why the fuck you had decided to put on your old underwear with teddy bears on them today. But hey, who would have thought that your hot jiu jitsu rival was actually a pervert who would corner you in an empty gym and bully you into stripping for his own entertainment!
"Cute," he smirked, oh so obviously eyeing your lap, though you weren't entirely sure if he meant the panties.
"Shut up," you snapped, feeling a furious blush spread all the way from your cheeks down, down, down to your clothed cunt. It was sweat. It was JUST sweat.
"Fists up."
Round Five was not jiu jitsu anymore. Let's just call it what it was — a desperate scramble for survival.
The pretense of technique went completely out the fucking window. At this point it was an excuse to grab, to hold, to drag your bodies against each other, both slick with sweat, making grips impossible anyway. You were fighting to keep your precious dignity intact. He was fighting to get you naked.
You scrambled for leverage and did the one thing you'd promised yourself you wouldn't do. You pulled guard.
He swept you clean in no time, rolled you onto your back, and suddenly he was above you, your wrists pinned either side of your head, his hips settled between your thighs. And he looked so frenzied he was unconsciously pushing into you, his erection pushing the wet fabric of your panties against your folds. Wait. Since when were you this wet? And apparently you were THAT wet, because the slick had penetrated through his boxers too, judging by the half-lidded look he was giving you.
Your heart started to hammer even harder. Now hyperaware of the minuscule roll of his hips, how he was holding back but failing, as he just couldn't help himself anymore. The heat between you becoming unbearable.
The way he held your wrists with one hand, streeetching you out, as the other snaked to your waist, feather touches hiking up dangerously close to the band of your bra, making your breath hitch. He started to lean down, eyeing your half-open mouth, you eyeing his — almost, just almost getting lost in his touch. Literally reconciling with the jarring fact that you might be the loser after all, mentally handing him your panties for him to do whatever he wanted with them, for all you cared.
But then you realized. He hadn't secured your legs.
He was too busy pressing himself into you, desperate for contact, to actually remember to pin your legs.
"Well, looks like the size difference won after all. You don't have to tap now — we'll do enough tapping right after—"
You batted your eyelashes up at him, distracting him from the fact that the reason you wrapped your legs tightly around his waist wasn't exactly to make the friction rougher.
He shifted his weight, smirking, taking your movement as accepting your loss like the good sport he is, rutting into you instead — already thinking about the far better win, tapping you out from the inside, filling your pussy so, so full of his cum. Clearly satisfied you'd complied with whatever the hell he was thinking, leaning down further, licking his lips —
And that was his fatal mistake.
You loosened your arms in his grip, letting him think you had completely given up resisting. Then, using that split second where he was entirely focused on his self-imposed slow-mo of leaning toward your lips and the delicious friction of your hips pressed together, you struck. Unlocking your ankles from around his slutty waist, you planted one foot on the mat, humped your hips right back at him, bridging, and trapped his forearm.
You pushed and before he could close the distance, you flipped him onto his back. Now he was the one staring at the ceiling.
"The fuck—"
You scrambled up and sank a kimura on his arm before he could recover, your weight pinning him to the mat.
He tried to shift. You squeezed your knees tighter. He tried to roll. You dropped your weight down completely on his straining dick and watched his jaw go tight.
His chest heaving, a deep furious red flush creeping up his neck and over his ears as he stared up at you in absolute, mortified disbelief. The strongest fighter in the gym had just practically lost because he couldn't keep it in his pants.
"Sweets—"
"Nuh-uh." You rolled your hips against his, slow and deliberate. And it was nobody's business whether that part was strategic or desperate. "Now your boxers, Satoru."
His eyes widened, fucking bewildered that you'd just used his own rules against him. Not that he didn't want to get rid of the boxers finally — you could tear them off his aching dick for all he cared — he'd only envisioned HIM saying a similar phrase while having YOU in a kimura underneath HIM instead. And he refused to lose. Because not even physical torture would force him to tap this crusty ass mat right now. His arm could fall off first.
So he rolled into it.
Into the pressure, toward you. He managed to get his knee under him, lifting both of you slightly, and shoved. The kimura lock broke and then he was moving, fast, catching you before you could counter, flipping you back to square one.
He pinned both of your arms behind your back, making you arch into him as he looked absolutely feral. Pupils so dilated you couldn't see any blue anymore, and he was so close, so close his damp bangs were tickling your forehead.
Both of you panting like hell. Your eyes wide because what the fuck just happened. He'd broken out of your submission lock. Him and his freaking strength. His arm was already aching from the escape he'd absolutely feel tomorrow and did not currently care about at all. He hoped there would be more things aching tomorrow morning anyway.
He searched your face and your flushed cheeks told him every answer he wanted.
"Can't give you my boxers if I didn't tap, sweets. And since I made such a great comeback—" the eye-crinkling smile had absolutely no business being that devastating, "—I'll take both your bra and panties. Please 'n thank you."
"That's—" you sputtered, heart hammering wildly against your ribs. "T-that's TWO items! I did not TAP yet, you didn't win this round, you're violating the established rules of—"
He kissed you to shut you up.
Hard.
And it apparently worked, which was the most humiliating part, because one second you were mid-argument and the next your brain was sooo full of him.
He kissed like he fought, like he had a point to prove and all night to prove it. One arm pinning yours under you, simply lifting you from underneath to free your hands, confident you wouldn't be fighting anymore.
Your hands immediately went to his slick hair, pushing him closer as he laid you back on the mat. You bit his lip on principle. He made a sound low in his throat that you felt in your sternum and kissed you harder for it, one hand sliding up to your jaw while the other finally snaked under your sweat-drenched bra and slid his fingers over your peaked nipple.
He then lifted you and started pulling the fabric off your body.
"Satoru," you panted, resisting. "Don't! I haven't tapped, so nothing is coming off yet!"
"You can't be serious right now," he nipped at your jaw and stopped, grabbing one of your hands and tapping it against the mat himself.
Tap. Tap. Tap. The hell?! Quick and absolutely unbothered.
"There. You tapped."
"That's NOT — that doesn't COUNT, you physically moved my—"
And before you could finish he had your bra over your head, lowering himself to mouth at your nipple, but you shoved at his chest on instinct. Rude.
He stopped and looked up at you from where he'd landed. Not exactly off you. More like south of you.
The smirk he gave you from down there was straight up diabolical. "Okay then," he said pleasantly. "Can't say I wasn't invited."
"Satoru." You tried to pull him back up. "I'm dead serious, it's disgusting, I'm sweaty, this is not—"
He pressed a single kiss to your inner thigh and wasted no time hooking his fingers into the flimsy waistband of your already ruined panties.
"Exactly," he said, and pressed his face right against your core, licking against the fabric. And Holy fucking shit, you could feel the warmth of his tongue even through the soaked cotton and your pussy spasmed before he'd even done anything properly. Talk about embarrassing.
He practically tore the fabric off and wasted absolutely zero time. One second he was eyeing your pretty, blushing cunt and the next he was nose-deep in your slick. No rhythm whatsoever at first, just inhaling you in, tasting you — and god fucking help him, because you tasted so, so sweet. If THIS was how you tasted sweaty and supposedly "disgusting," he would devour you fine dining style every single. damn. evening.
He attacked your clit as one hand kept you pinned by your hips, while the other came to either rescue or double the assault, depending from which angle you looked at it, dragging lightly up and down your inner thigh at first, tickling, making you squirm, before sliding up to play with your wet folds.
"S-Satoru—" the only thing you somehow managed as he licked into you mercilessly, up and down, up and down, from your hole to your clit and back. Fucking hell, you stood corrected — he didn't kiss like he fought. He ate you out like he fought.
"Mmm?" he hummed into you, sucking at your folds, cheeks hollow, the vibrations going straight to your core.
"C-can't make me naked when — nggh — when you still have your boxers on."
Honestly, bravo. Truly. Remarkable sentence construction given the circumstances.
He pulled back just enough to look up at you. Lips slick and eyes absolutely feral.
Shook his head. Girl… Then hooked his thumbs into his waistband and shoved his boxers down without breaking eye contact, kicking them off somewhere.
"Better?" Rhetorical. Because god, it was better — his tip already aching from the friction, slick and twitching with pre. He pumped himself once, just for the show, while you stared dumbfounded.
You nodded like crazy and he settled right back. Now free, he stroked himself to the taste of you.
This time his other hand fully joined in — while he dismantled your swollen, twitchy clit with his smart mouth, he took two fingers and pushed them into your walls with no ceremony. Doing exactly what his tongue had done before, stroking, tickling on the inside. Up and down. Up and down.
It was maddening how well it worked, how fast you got wetter, so much slick pooling in his hand and dripping onto the mat beneath you. Your hands found his hair and you arched into it helplessly.
Oh, how good it felt — him not only destroying your fighting dignity but doing this too, with his mouth alone. Skilled man through and through.
You were so wound up from the entire night that it didn't take long. Embarrassingly not long. Your thighs shaking either side of his head, fingers twisting in his hair —
Satoru groaned into you, the sound hot and vibrating, pushing the orgasm even deeper as he tried to catch every drop, his tongue lapping at your entrance — eyes rolling back, yours and his —
Tap. Tap. Tap.
Satoru, so completely lost in the sauce, tapped out from eating you out.
He looked up at you with literal heart eyes. Almost as wrecked as you were. Flushed all over, watching you come down from the high — the prettiest sight he'd ever seen. You had no idea, no idea, how many times he'd imagined you ruined like this.
But his imagination hadn't done it justice. No. No. No. Not even close. You were lying warm and wrecked, chest heaving, everything on display, right in the middle of your gym and all for him. He felt like a pervert every time he did imagine this — during your spars, during watching you work out or stretch. When he had you locked down, your pretty face always so close, yet so far — how he always wanted to throw you on this damn mat and just pounce without ceremony, your pretty eyes looking down at him just like they did now. Feeling like a massive perv, sporting a stiffy every time you two accidentally dry humped just to try to win the roll. But he owed his perverted side a massive, massive debt for the hail mary that got him here.
You caught your breath and looked him in his possessed eyes. He was back on his heels, cock aching against his stomach, leaking so much you weren't sure if it was precum or if he'd just come on his own.
You sat up and shoved him back.
Tap out is tap out. Gotta follow the rules. The bastard didn't even do it on purpose! It was just an automatic biological response. But hey, he wasn't going to resist if it meant you on top of him.
Wasting no time, you straddled him, dragging your slick heat all over his lap, his cock sliding right through your folds as you stroked your thumb across his mushroomy tip.
Satoru dropped back onto his forearms and threw his head back, throat exposed, jaw tight.
You took your time on purpose. Rolling your hips just enough to feel him twitch against you without giving him what he wanted, dragging your slicked pussylips along his shaft, watching his throat work as he swallowed. His hands found your thighs and gripped but he didn't push — just held on, knuckles white, letting you set the pace and hating every second of it.
"You're doing that on purpose," he said to the ceiling. "But god, please don't stop, you feel so warm against me."
"Doing what?" you asked innocently, rolling your hips, showcasing your superb leg control.
He lifted his head and looked at you. The expression on his face was genuinely pained, but probably the prettiest thing you'd ever seen on him. "Don't."
You smiled. "Dunno what you're talking about," you mocked, and let his cock settle right at your entrance.
"Buut since you tapped so graciously, I guess I'll take the win." And sank down.
His fat tip stretched you ooopen, your walls pulsing around him, drowning him in.
His forearms gave out. Flat on his back now, one hand pathetically thrown over his face, the other gripping your hip hard enough to bruise, holding himself back from dragging you all the way down.
"Fuuuck, sweets—"
You felt yourself running out of room and he wasn't even halfway in! His hilt bullying its way in, barely fitting, your thighs shaking — superb leg control, my ass. Your pussy crying for help when you felt him kiss your cervix and still asking for more room.
Satoru looked up at you from under his arm and you could hear the smirk even from there. "Need help, big girl?"
"I don't need—"
You sank all the way down. Out of spite. Completely out of spite.
The sound you made was embarrassing. The sound he made was worse — punched out of him, his whole body going rigid, abs clenching.
Then he laughed. Low and delighted and completely smug, the fucker, even now as he finally had your pretty pussy around him. And that's perhaps why you gushed around him like craaazy.
He stopped laughing, solely focused on the warmth, the softness, the wet heat of you.
You looked at him half gone and started to move. Rolling your hips slowly, but his slightly curved cock hit the right spot with every rotation, stealing every damn breath from your lungs.
He made a sound you were saving for later and his hands gripped your hips mean. You rolled your hips, his grip unforgiving, searing the skin underneath, and watched his eyes flutter. You felt so, so thoroughly powerful for about thirty seconds —
And then he rutted up into you from pure instinct, the movement felt in your freaking womb, and your pussy fluttered around him without warning, thighs locking, your whole rhythm falling apart. The sound you made was something between a wail and a whimper and you refused to acknowledge whatever it was.
His eyes went dark. "So, so cute," he chuckled, watching your flushed cheeks and cute little ‘o’ coming out of your pretty open mouth.
And what happened in the next ten seconds — him sitting up, his cock bullying your cervix even further, his arm snaking around you —
"Come 'ere, baby."
Hand in your hair. His mouth on yours, kissing you filthy, spitting into your mouth, and as you tasted him all over your tongue, all salty and sweet and so perfect —
His other arm came around your throat from behind, hips still rolling, slick all over his and your inner thighs, and then he flipped you.
You ended up stomach to the mat, him behind you, his chest pressing into your back, arm locking you in the most wicked chokehold imaginable.
"There," he said against the back of your neck, pressing a wet stripe of kisses up your spine. "Be a good girl and finally stay, will ya. No more games. We clear?"
His voice alone was making goosebumps break out all over your skin. His cock rolled against your ass as you arched into him from your locked position, hands digging into the mat beneath you.
"Mmm," — you didn't know if that was supposed to answer his question or a reaction to his cock slipping back into you from this angle.
The new depth made you cry out into the mat. Nowhere to go. Nothing to push against except him, everywhere.
"My black belt champ has n-nothing to say except pathetic little whimpers?" He blew a hot gust of air against your ear. "Where did all that attitude go?"
Your hips only met his halfway anyway.
His hips found a rhythm and it was relentless. No more teasing, no more playing, just him taking you completely apart on the mat. His arm around your throat cutting off just enough air to make you see little stars, his mouth assaulting your neck and shoulders, leaving bite marks one after another, shamelessly licking the sweet sweat off your skin.
You couldn't even feel humiliated about your mouth falling open, drooling right onto his forearm, because you could practically feel him in your stomach, dragging against your walls with every thrust.
Cocky bastard that he was, he pulled back just far enough to watch himself — completely drenched in your slick, his own mixing with yours — before rutting back in like he was spellbound by it.
You grabbed his forearm and held on, because he was genuinely fucking you into the mat and you stood corrected, again, for the absolute last time tonight. This man fucked like he fought.
He pressed his lips to your temple.
"Tap out, baby," he murmured. The absolute nerve.
You held on tighter. No matter how thoroughly you were getting split apart on his thick cock right now, you were not giving him that satisfaction.
Satoru didn't push it. Your walls fluttering fast around him gave him the answer he wanted anyway. You were close.
And close you fucking were — him with the meanest chokehold, your back arched so deeply that every thrust hit a hat trick. G-spot, cervix, g-spot again. Overfilling you completely as you milked him so, so well.
The coil in your stomach pulled tighter and tighter —
"T-Toru," you drawled, your cheek pressed into his big bicep. "I — I can't—"
"You milk me so well, sweets, let go for me," he said against your ear.
And it was either his words or the way his arm flexed under your neck making you totally bleary-eyed, or the way his cockhead kissed your womb one last time — but you came haard.
His name wrecked in your throat, your whole body shaking through it, walls clenching so hard around him that he choked on a curse against the back of your neck —
"Fuck — sweets, I'm—"
And he followed practically right after — embarrassingly fast, but you couldn't blame the poor guy at this point. He'd been giving himself pathetic handies after every single practice because your training shorts always fit you so freaking nicely. He was honestly surprised he hadn't come earlier just from the sight of you. This felt like a fucking dream come true. He buried himself so deep you felt every single pulse of it, grip going white-knuckled, hips stuttering through it until he emptied out with capital E.
Completely sweat-slicked, he collapsed against your back, both of you absolutely destroyed on the nasty gym floor. He released you from the chokehold, palm moving to rest against your cheek instead, supporting your heavy head.
He pressed one single kiss to the side of your neck as he shifted.
"Soo," he said eventually, voice raspy and spent. "I guess you really won this one too." And you giggled at that.
Satoru helped you turn over to finally face him again. His softening cock slipped out and the frothy mess spilled out of your hole before he could stop it with his fingers.
"Well, the mat is kinda ruined," he scrunched his nose, eyeing the absolute state below you both. "Yaga will be mad big times at you."
"Me?! Why me?!"
"Well, last time I checked, you were the one closing?" he said it so saccharine sweet, planting a kiss to your forehead as he cradled your head.
