they / them. masc + fem terms 🆗. 22 (2003). black. libra. bisexual. self proclaimed toji’s theyfriend + choso’s owner. nightowl ⏾ so you might see me more active in the pm..
cw — 18+. somno, degradation, use of ‘daddy’ like once or twice or three times…, breeding kink (?), age isn’t mentioned but i imagineed olderbf!toji HEAVILY, he’s a horndog idk. you lowkey are too tho. not proofread.
toji had been tossing and turning all night. he’d drift off to sleep for an hour, maybe less, before his eyes were fluttering right back open. he tried everything; counting sheep, counting backwards from a hundred, drinking water, even working out. he just couldn’t seem to get proper shut eye. then there was you, peaceful as ever, deep in dreamland. he turned his head to look at you; as perfect as ever. despite being completely knocked out, toji thought you were still the prettiest. he turned his body around to cuddle up to your back, arms wrapping around your torso. he could still smell the sweet perfume on your neck that you’d put on before bed.
he closed his eyes in an attempt to drift back to sleep, but the sound of your soft voice stopped him.
“to-toji..” you whispered, eyes still screwed shut. he thought he might’ve imagined that, until he heard it again, this time coming off more breathless. he raised his head to get a bettter look at you, and that’s when he noticed your thighs were squeezed tightly together, and your lower half was grinding against him.
it clicked in his head — you were having a wet dream. had to be. why else would you be panting his name out and grinding your ass against him? whatever it was, it was enough for him to get riled up. he was hard, extremely. it wasn’t just a normal erection either, he was aching. but he couldn’t… wouldn’t dare touch you in your sleep. you looked so peaceful, despite your face being scrunched up, and he didn’t want to interrupt that. however, he just couldn’t ignore your sleepy antics.
just this once..
in one swift movement, he pulled his sweatpants and boxers down just enough for his cock to spring free. he gently pressed himself against your ass, and oh, he could’ve came just from that. he didn’t even realize when he started it, but he was now grinding against you. he grunted quietly, head buried in your neck and his lips planting soft kisses against your skin. he felt like such a pervert, but he couldn’t ignore the waves of pleasure sending through him. however, he wanted more. he wanted to be inside you.
he stilled his movements, then trailed his hands down to your panties. he was so glad you only wore a shirt to sleep. he could feel the warmth radiating from between your legs, and that only meant one thing to him. his fingers moved further down, brushing against the front of your panties. you were soaked.
“shit, all this for me?” he mumbled against your skin, taking his tongue and licking a wet stripe up your neck. you shuffled ever so slightly, unknowingly moving your head to the side to give him more room. a smug smirk plastered across his face. he knew your body would obey. he could feel his cock twitching against you, signaling how needy he was.
fuck it.
he used his hand to slide your panties to the side, then wasted no time in lining himself up with your entrance. he rested his hand back on your side, pulling you further against him. slowly, he slid his rigid member into the warm embrace of your pussy. he bottomed out instantly, and your walls clenched around him like a reflex. he grunted at how tight you were, gritting his teeth together to prevent waking you. he began thrusting at a sluggish pace, all the while planting sloppy kisses to your neck. his tongue swirled against your soft skin, teeth grazing against your sensitive areas. he knew he shouldn’t have, but he was marking you — sucking dark purple bruises into your neck. with that, his thrusts started to pick up. his hips were slamming into you, rutting deeply inside of you like an animal in heat.
what he didn’t expect was for you to wake up so suddenly.
“mmfhh, toji? what are you—”
“shhh, pretty. just close your eyes for me.” he replied, nails now digging into your skin roughly to prevent you from squirming.
confusion and pleasure. that’s all you felt. part of you didn’t know if you were still dreaming or not, but what you did know, was there was an aching sensation in between your legs. you could hear his soft pants in your ear, and that only meant one thing to you: he was fucking you.
"fuck, you feel so good around me. dream about me doing this to you, huh?"
you were so dazed, you didn't even know how to respond. your lower half ached, and you couldn't get a word out with the way he was thrusting into you. it didn't take long for you to get turned on, however. you leaned into his touch as you do every time, rocking your own hips against him.
"there we go, baby, that's it.. just let daddy use you real quick."
your walls tightened around him in response to his words, and you couldn't stop the broken whimpers from falling out of your mouth. toji lifted your leg up and rested it on his hip bone to give him a better angle. you could feel the head of his cock nudging against your most sensitive spot inside you, and it drove you mad. "t-toji—ahhaa—it's too much.. i can't.." you whined out, as your hands clawed at his thighs. now more than you ever have, you felt sensitive. your pussy throbbed and ached. he was just too big, and way too rough.
you parted your lips to protest some more, but fortunately, toji was quick to clamp his hand over your mouth. his thrusts slowed temporarily, just so he could spit degrading words in your ear. "im only giving you what your body asked for, baby,"
he sharply thrusted up inside you in between his words, something that made you cry out. to him, it only came out muffled.
"...grinding your ass against me and moaning out my name in your sleep like some dirty fuckin' slut."
his words shot straight down to your pussy. despite how mean they were, it only made you wetter, and he could feel it. you weren't aware of what you were doing in your sleep, yet he was using it against you. you groaned against his fingers, and suddenly, his hand was traveling down and wrapping around your throat. his grip wasn't gentle, either. it was tight enough to strip the air from your lungs. you attempted to call out to him, but it only fell on deaf ears. to him, you only sounded pathetic and needy.
his nails dug into the skin of your neck, thrusts beginning to speed up once more. his hips moved against you sharply, and your body jolted with every movement. you let out a noise that was between a choked out whimper and a mewl. toji took his other hand and snuck it inside your panties, his calloused fingers beginning to rub rough circles on your dripping clit. you grinded against his hand, and only then did his grip around your throat loosen ever so slightly — just enough for you to breathe, not speak.
"such a nasty girl.. teasing daddy in your sleep. wanted this dick inside you so bad, huh?"
you pathetically nodded your head, your body starting to tremble against him. you could feel tears forming in your sleepy eyes as the pleasure was becoming too much. his fingers and his cock worked you agonizingly quick, and that familiar knot in your stomach began to form. at the same time, toji's thrusts began to sputter, and he could no longer keep up with his own pace.
"pussy feels so good around me, baby. gonna let me fill you up? gonna let daddy fuck a baby inside you?"
you didn't want to say yes, but unfortunately, your body betrayed you, and your walls tightened around his cock. he took that as an answer. his lips found your neck again, but this time, he was being much harsher against your skin. his teeth sunk into your neck, specifically over those bruises from earlier. you shivered, and now, the tears were definitely falling down your face. he didn't ease up on you at all. he was too focused on chasing his own climax.
"hnghhh—toji, i think i'm g-gonna—"
"cum? you gonna cum for me, pretty girl?"
you nodded your head frantically. the knot was only getting bigger and bigger, and then..
"cum for me, baby. make a mess on this dick."
that's all it took for you to come undone. with one final whimper, your orgasm came crashing over you harder than ever. toji followed suit, releasing his cum inside you. his seed coated your warm walls, and his thrusts never slowed. not until he was sure his balls were empty.
the both of you laid there, bodies tangled together, struggling to catch your own breaths. toji eventually stilled, releasing the last little bit of his cum. he didn't pull out, instead he stayed inside you, reveling in the comfort of your walls. his fingers caressed your tear-stained cheeks, and he placed a small kiss to your shoulder.
"my pretty girl. did so good for me."
at some point, the both of you fell asleep together. deep down toji thought, maybe that's all he needed to get sleep.
come morning, you had no recollection of the previous night's events. when you woke up, everything ached, and you felt stinging on your neck. when you asked toji what happened, he only replied,
𝓒𝒐𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒏𝒕 𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔 · 𝟏𝟖+ 𝒎𝒅𝒏𝒊 · ꒰ 𝒇. 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓 ⋮ improper use of his cursed technique ( 𝒔𝒊𝒙 𝒆𝒚𝒆𝒔 ) ⋮ p in v ⋮ 𝒙 - 𝒓𝒂𝒚 𝒗𝒊𝒔𝒊𝒐𝒏 sex ⋮ cervix kissing ⋮ c-pied ⋮ cum play ⋮ 𝒐𝒃𝒔𝒆𝒔𝒔𝒆𝒅 toru ⋮ 𝒐𝒓𝒂𝒍 f. rec ⋮ cum eating ⋮ fingering ⋮ stuffing it back in ⋮ kissing꒱
The air hung thick with summer heat. Windows stood cracked open yet offered no relief from the slick, trapped warmth between your bodies. Below, the hum of Tokyo nightlife pulsed faintly, but up here in Gojo's apartment, time felt suspended. You straddled him lazily on the couch. His shirt hung half-open. Yours lay discarded behind a cushion. His hands rested possessively on your hips. Long fingers dragged with deliberate slowness over the sweat-glistened curve of your waist while he remained buried to the hilt inside you.
He made no effort to thrust. Not yet. He simply held you there, impossibly full, stretched wide around the thick length of his cock. Your tight heat enveloped him completely, every inner ripple and flutter drawing him deeper.
“You really don’t get how my technique works, do you?” he murmured. His voice came out rough, laced with dark amusement. One hand slid upward along your spine with torturous patience. “You think it’s just space… barriers… touch.” His palm curved around your throat. He applied no pressure, only the warm weight of possession. “But it’s more than that.”
You blinked up at him. Your chest rose and fell rapidly, still winded from the slow, grinding rhythm that had led to this exquisite stillness. “Gojo…”
He smirked. Six Eyes shimmered faintly in the dimness. “No, baby. Listen.” His grip on your hips tightened. He rolled upward in one deep, deliberate motion. You gasped at the sudden pressure blooming inside.
“I see everything,” he murmured, voice dropping lower. His gaze locked with yours and refused to waver. “Your skin, your heartbeat, the way you clench around me when I say shit like this.” His thumb traced the delicate line of your cheek before drifting downward to press lightly over your lower stomach. “I can see all the way inside. Every twitch, every little flutter around my cock. I see how deep I reach… and how badly you want it.”
Your breath caught sharply in your throat.
“You don’t understand it. You feel full…” He leaned closer until his lips brushed yours. “…but I see how tight you really are. How hard your body works to keep me inside. You’re trying so hard not to push me out, aren’t you?”
You squirmed. The slightest shift only reminded you how thoroughly he filled you. The stretch burned sweetly. The heat pulsed. The overwhelming fullness made your head spin in the most intoxicating way. Gojo’s smile widened. He read every flicker of sensation across your face as though it were written in light.
“You think I don’t notice how your pussy tries to keep all of it? Like it wants the cum to stay. Like it’s trying to breed.” His voice sank into something filthy and deliberate. “I see that too.”
One hand slid down between your legs, middle finger slipping lower until he touched the mess leaking out around him. He brought it up to his lips and sucked it off casually, then sighed with a grin.
“Messy,” he whispered. His fingers returned to trace lazy patterns over your swollen folds. “But not enough. You’re not leaking the way I want you to yet. Guess I’ll have to fill you again… and watch this time.”
The Six Eyes flared brighter, and your entire body tensed in instinctive response.
“Let me show you what it really means to be seen.”
You had no chance to reply. He leaned back against the cushions and pulled you with him. His hips pressed flush to yours. Your walls remained locked tight around every rigid inch of him. Broad hands spread across your thighs. Thumbs dug in with gentle insistence while those glowing blue eyes drank you in.
“I’m not pulling out,” he muttered. The words carried absolute certainty. “Not tonight. Not after what I just saw.”
A violent shiver raced through you.
With torturous patience he began to roll his hips again, deep, smooth strokes never once left your body. They simply rearranged the molten heat already inside you. Leftover release shifted, thick and heavy, pushed even deeper with every measured thrust.
His gaze remained fixed on your stomach. Long fingers dragged upward until his palm settled low, pressing just above your pelvis. “You’re so tight… I can feel how full you are just under my hand.” Reverence softened his tone to a hushed whisper. “Still holding it all in. Still clenching. God, you don’t know how beautiful that is.”
You whined. The sound broke free when he angled himself higher, nudging against that perfect place inside until your lungs seized.
He watched your expression shatter. “You don’t even realize what you’re doing to me. You’re making it impossible to stop. That greedy little cunt of yours just sucks it all in, like it knows what I want. You want me to fill your womb? To stuff you until it can’t take anymore?”
Words failed you. His filthy promises melted straight through your core and set every nerve ablaze.
Gojo licked his lips. Then he lifted you slightly and held you suspended. His cock gave a hard twitch inside your fluttering walls. He tilted his head. Those piercing blue eyes narrowed with feral intensity.
“Stay still.” Slowly, so slowly, he began to pull out.
He leaned forward. His focus zeroed between your spread thighs with terrifying precision.
“I can see it,” he breathed. “Still in there. So deep. Your body’s trying to keep it. My cum— my cum, is sitting right where I left it. Warm and thick and just waiting to breed you.”
A genuine moan tore from his throat. The sound vibrated through your bones.
“Fuck. I could come again just from watching it stay.”
Careful fingers parted your folds. He spread you open and studied the slow, rhythmic pulse of your entrance still clinging desperately to his release. He rubbed his thumb slowly over your swollen folds, tracing the slick, sensitive rim with deliberate care. A single thick drop of his cum attempted to escape, glistening and heavy as it began to slide free. But your muscles clenched instinctively, pulling tight around nothing, drawing the warm bead back inside with greedy, desperate insistence— like your body refused to surrender even a single drop of what he had given you.
Gojo’s breath caught at the sight. His thumb lingered, pressing just enough to feel the subtle flutter of resistance beneath your skin, the way your entrance trembled and gripped at the air in protest. “Fuck,” he whispered, voice low. “Look at that. Even now, you’re fighting to keep me inside,“You’re holding me so well,” he groaned. “Like you’re made to keep me inside.”
Then his mouth descended.
One long, obscene lick swept across the place where your bodies had fused. He gathered the mingled slick and cum on his tongue and moaned low in his throat, savoring the taste like something holy. Another slow drag followed. Then another. Between each filthy pass he whispered praise against your overworked flesh.
“You taste like heaven when you’re mine.”
Your thighs trembled violently. They locked tight around his shoulders. Gojo refused to relent. His tongue worked you into ruin, lapping, tasting, murmuring depravity with every glide across your stretched, dripping entrance.
And still his cum remained locked deep. Thick pulses of heat throbbed inside your spasming walls with every broken sound you made.
“You think I’m done with you?” His voice emerged wrecked and dripping with hunger. “I’m still hard. Still need you. Still leaking into you.”
He licked his lips. The Six Eyes burned brighter, wild with power and obsession.
“You’re not pushing me out,” he growled. The blunt head of his cock nudged your soaked entrance once more. He began to move with devastating slowness. Deep strokes dragged along every soaked, sensitive inch of your walls. “Not yet. Not until I say so.”
You whimpered and tried to twist away from the unbearable stretch. His hands clamped down harder, pinning your hips in place. He rolled upward with sharper intent.
“Ah— there it is. Right there.” His eyes closed for a moment, lashes fluttered as your walls clamped down in response. “You’re squeezing so tight, like you’re about to cum again, aren’t you?”
You managed only a frantic nod. Your lungs refused to draw full breath. Every muscle wound impossibly tight.
“Good,” he whispered, leaning in to brush soft kisses to your jaw, then the sensitive shell of your ear. “So you’ll milk another load out of me. Let’s see how much your greedy little pussy can really take.”
And he slammed into you.
Not rough in violence, but in obsession. In need. His strokes turned sharp, brutal, wet— the sound of skin against skin and slick squelch of overstimulated friction filled the room. You could feel it building again, the rush, the bloom of something raw and unbearable curling through your core.
Gojo’s mouth found your neck now hot, ragged breaths fanned across your skin.
“You’re gonna cum again, yeah?” he rasped softly. “Then I’ll fill you again and push it in deep and watch it all try to stay. You’ll be dripping for me until morning, sweetheart.”
Your body convulsed around him, another shattering orgasm tore through you. His name spilled from your lips in a broken, desperate cry.
Gojo followed with a long, choked groan. He ground impossibly deeper. His cock throbbed violently inside you. Thick pulses of heat flooded your core, warm and endless. Your walls milked him greedily, drawing out every last drop.
And when it threatened to spill?
He pushed in even deeper and whispered against your ear, “Not yet. Keep it. You’re not done.”
Time stretched thin and syrupy.
His breathless groans still echoed in your ears. Your exhausted cries lingered in the humid air. The relentless stretch and exquisite fill left you dizzy. Finally he settled. He never withdrew. He simply held you close.
Your cheek rested against the solid warmth of his shoulder. Your legs trembled in his lap. Sweat and slick heat coated you both. His hand traced slow, soothing patterns along your spine while quiet murmurs spilled from his lips.
“Hey…” He pressed a tender kiss to your forehead. “You okay?”
You nodded weakly, and he smiled against your hair.
“You took me so good,” he said. Tenderness softened his voice now. “Held me through all of it. Kept every drop. Think I’ve ever cum that hard?” A soft chuckle rumbled through his chest and eased the lingering tension inside you.
He still twitched faintly inside your overworked heat, you could feel him and the fullness grew heavier as your body relaxed against his. He shifted slightly, sliding a hand down to rub gentle circles over your lower belly.
“So full…” he murmured. “I can still feel it in you. Still warm. Your body hasn’t let go.”
He tilted your chin upward and kissed you slowly. Soft lips moved with lazy affection. Tongues slid together in unhurried exploration. The sweetness felt almost shocking after so much raw intensity.
“You don’t have to push it out,” he whispered against your mouth. “Let it stay for a while. Let it soak. You deserve to rest, all filled up like this.”
You whimpered into the kiss. He smiled wider.
“Want me to carry you to bed like this? Still inside, still stuffed? Keep you close until morning?”
You nodded again.
He eased you both onto your sides. Strong arms wrapped around you. He never once left your body. Warmth and intimacy enveloped you completely.
In the quiet darkness Gojo whispered one final confession.
“You know, I saw it. Right there inside you. My cum sitting in your tight little cunt like it was meant to stay. I’ve never wanted anything more in my life.”
The light filtered through the curtains in soft, golden ribbons, painting lazy shapes across the rumpled sheets. You woke first. A deep, throbbing ache had settled into your hips. Your thighs burned with sweet, lingering exhaustion. Every inch of your skin still flushed fever-hot from the endless night of surrender. Gojo had scarcely moved. His body remained molded to yours from behind. And he was still inside you. Thick and rigid. Unyieldingly hard. Every last drop of his release sealed deep within the fluttering, overstretched grip of your walls.
He exhaled a slow, sleepy breath against the nape of your neck. His lips nuzzled the sensitive skin there, warm and possessive. “Mmm… morning.”
The smallest shift of your hips sent sensation roaring back to life. His cock gave a lazy twitch inside you. The slow, heavy drag reignited every swollen nerve ending. Thick heat sloshed deep in your core, trapped so completely it twisted your stomach into fresh knots of greedy, aching want.
Gojo pressed a lingering kiss to the curve of your shoulder. His voice rolled out low and teasing, velvet wrapped around sin. “Still haven’t pushed me out?”
“No,” you breathed. The word trembled on your tongue. “It won’t come out.”
A pleased hum vibrated through his chest. He shifted behind you with deliberate care. One large hand coaxed your thigh higher, opening you wider to the morning air. His palm glided across the slick skin of your inner thigh before settling just below the soft swell of your lower belly. “I can feel it,” he murmured. Long fingers splayed possessively, pressing lightly. “So full. So warm. You really held onto it, didn’t you?”
His hips rolled forward in one languid, devastating motion. Not to chase pleasure. Simply to savor. The wet squish of his own thick release shifted around the length of him, coating your sensitive walls anew, soaking you even deeper until the fullness bordered on delirious.
Then, quieter now, almost reverent, he whispered against your ear, “Wanna see?”
You nodded. Breath already coming shallow and quick.
He eased back. Only an inch at first. Then two. Immediately a hot, slippery flood bloomed at your entrance. White and creamy, impossibly thick, it began to spill in slow, obscene trails down your slit.
Gojo’s gaze turned molten. He leaned down. Broad hands parted your thighs with something close to worship. “Look at you,” he breathed. Warm lips grazed the trembling skin of your inner thigh. “So creamy, so messy… it’s dripping even though you’re still tight around me.”
Then he kissed your thigh. Then higher still. His tongue flicked out. One long, deliberate stripe gathered the warm spill leaking from your stretched folds. You jolted violently. “Satoru—!”
“Mm,” he moaned against your core. The sound vibrated straight through your overstimulated nerves. “Still tastes like me.”
His tongue returned with slow, filthy devotion. He lapped at the creamy mess, savoring every trace with unhurried hunger. Long fingers gently spread your swollen folds wider so he could inspect every obscene detail: the flushed, puffy rim still trembling, the helpless flutter of your entrance as though it mourned the loss of fullness, the thick white rivulets painting your thighs in glistening streaks.
He teased a single finger in beside the leaking heat. Slid it deep with obscene ease. Your walls immediately clenched around the intrusion, greedy and desperate. He groaned at the tight, sucking grip.
“Still stretched open for me,” he whispered. Voice rough with awe. “Still leaking. And I’m still hard.”
A wicked, filthy grin curved his lips. “You sure you don’t want it again?”
Before you could scrape together an answer he was already guiding himself back. The blunt, swollen head nudged your soaked entrance. He rubbed slow, teasing circles through the warm mess he had made, smearing it everywhere until you glistened. Then he pushed.
“Let’s see if you can keep all of it this time.”
He sank into you slowly, deeply, without mercy. Thick inch after thick inch stretched you open again, claiming every fluttering inch with inevitable, relentless pressure. Your tender walls parted around him with a wet, sucking sound that echoed in the quiet room. The stretch burned sweetly through every overworked nerve. Your body fluttered helplessly, trying to draw him deeper even as your thighs shook from the overwhelming intensity.
“God, you’re tight,” he groaned. The words tore from his throat like prayer. “Like your pussy was made to hold my cum.”
You whimpered when he bottomed out again. Every rigid inch seated perfectly deep. Your walls spasmed around the fresh invasion. His fingers twisted into your hair. Hot mouth found the side of your neck, teeth grazing just enough to make you shiver.
“Don’t cum yet,” he whispered. Breath fanning damp across your skin. “Not until I feel you spill again.”
Then he began to move, slow and unhurried, every motion sinking deep with languid, consuming intent. Each languorous drag of his cock stroked along every swollen, hypersensitive ridge of your inner walls, coaxing shivers from flesh already raw with want. Each measured roll of his hips drove the flushed, swollen head flush against your cervix, pressing there in slow, possessive kisses that claimed the deepest place he had already flooded and marked as his own.
“Feel that?” His voice rasped hot against your ear. “Feel me pressing up there, where it’s supposed to go?”
You choked on a moan as he nudged higher, possessive and unhurried, grinding until the pressure bloomed white-hot behind your eyes.
“I want it all in there this time,” he rasped, voice scraped raw with need. “Just your sweet pussy swallowing it all down.”
The words landed like a brand against your skin. Gojo’s hips stilled for one long, torturous heartbeat— letting you feel the full, throbbing weight of him seated to the root, the flushed head pressed flush to your cervix like a promise carved in heat. Then he moved again, slower than before, every roll of his pelvis so controlled it felt obscene.
He dragged out almost to the tip, letting your walls flutter desperately around the sudden emptiness, only to sink back in with devastating patience. Thick ridges of his cock stroked every swollen inch of you on the way down, spreading you open wider, forcing your body to yield again and again. The head kissed your deepest place with each measured thrust— soft, insistent nudges that made your womb flutter, made your breath hitch into broken little whimpers.
You could feel it building already: the molten pressure low in your belly, the way your cunt clenched greedily around him, trying to pull him impossibly deeper. Slick and his earlier release coated every slide, turning each motion into a wet, filthy glide that echoed softly between your bodies.
Gojo’s hand slipped beneath your stomach again, palm flattening over the subtle bulge his cock created inside you. He pressed down gently— enough to make you gasp, enough to feel the hard ridge of him shift beneath your skin.
“Right here,” he murmured, voice thick and sugared. “I’m gonna flood you so deep you’ll feel me for days. Gonna pump every drop straight into your womb until it’s soaked, until your pretty little cunt can’t hold anything else.”
His rhythm never faltered, each thrust ended with a subtle grind, hips circling so the head rubbed relentlessly against that sensitive ring of muscle, coaxing it to open just a fraction more for him. Your walls spasmed in response, milking him without mercy, and he groaned low against your neck, teeth grazing skin.
“Feel how tight you are around me?” he whispered. “How your body’s begging to keep me? That’s it, baby. Swallow it. Take every fucking pulse. Let me fill you until you’re dripping nothing but me.”
He leaned closer, chest pressed to your back, one arm banding around your waist to hold you flush against him while the other hand stayed low, fingers splaying over your mound. He rocked into you with short, rolling thrusts now— never pulling out far, just grinding deep, stirring his cock against your cervix until pleasure blurred into something almost painful.
You sobbed his name. Legs shaking. Core clenching so hard it hurt in the best way.
“That’s my girl,” he breathed, lips brushing the shell of your ear. “Cum for me again. Milk it all out. Let your sweet pussy drink every last drop while I stay buried right here… filling you… claiming you… until there’s nowhere left for it to go but inside.”
His rhythm deepened further. Slower now, and more purposeful. Every roll of his hips ground against that perfect, swollen spot inside you until your moans turned ragged and pleading. His hands slipped beneath your belly. Large palms massaged in firm, slow circles, feeling the subtle bulge of his cock moving beneath your skin with every deep thrust.
“Cum on me,” he whispered. Voice ragged with raw need. “Cum while I fill you again.”
Pleasure coiled unbearably tight in your core. Your body shook with the effort of holding back.
“C’mon, baby. Let go. Show me how you take it.”
His next thrust was deeper, harder, the head kissing your womb with bruising intent— and you broke.
The orgasm ripped through you in violent, shuddering waves. Your walls clamped down hard around his cock. You soaked him completely, trembling, sobbing his name into the sheets. Gojo groaned low and broken behind you. He slammed deep one final time and held himself there, buried to the root. You felt every thick, pulsing surge as he came again. Heat flooded your core. Endless. Overwhelming. Your greedy cunt milked him through every shuddering release until the weight of him inside you felt almost too much to bear.
He stayed buried. Panting hard against your shoulder.
“I’ll check again in a minute,” he murmured. Breath still ragged and hot on your skin. Lazy fingers brushed between your slick, trembling thighs. “But for now… let it soak in, yeah?”
His cock continued to twitch faintly inside your stuffed, fluttering heat. Your thighs still quaked with aftershocks. Your pussy throbbed with exquisite overstimulation, stretched impossibly wide, drenched through, impossibly full of him.
And Gojo did not pull out.
Not even a fraction.
He simply remained there. Heavy and warm and utterly claiming all of your tight heat. His weight settled over your back as his breathing gradually slowed to match yours.
But the morning had only just begun to unfold. Gojo’s hunger had not dimmed in the slightest.
Not when you were still dripping.
Not when your cunt had clenched around his cock like you’d been made to keep it in.
“Shhh,” he whispered, kissing the inside of your thigh as he slowly pulled back, inch by torturous inch, until your stretched entrance fluttered open around nothing. “Just wanna see it again.”
A sticky mess immediately followed. Slick, warm, heavy with his cum, it spilled down your slit in a slow, syrupy trail.
He stared. Completely mesmerized.
Then he brought two fingers up. They slid in with obscene ease, pushing his release back inside as you moaned brokenly.
“You’re gonna waste it,” he scolded gently, pushing deeper. “All this work… and your pussy’s just letting it go?”
Your walls clenched hard around his fingers. He groaned at the greedy grip, slowly fucking them into you, not for pleasure but to stuff every drop back where it belonged. Knuckles curled. He pressed higher until you gasped.
“Still tight,” he murmured. “Even after all night. Still so greedy…”
He pulled his fingers out with agonizing slowness, letting them glide free inch by slick inch until your entrance fluttered open around nothing. The moment they left you, his cum answered— thick, white, and still fever-warm, it welled up from deep inside and began to slip out in a slow, viscous ribbon. The creamy strand stretched between your swollen folds before breaking, trailing down your slit in a heavy, glistening path that painted your inner thighs and soaked into the sheets beneath you.
Gojo watched it all with rapt, predatory focus. His breath hitched audibly at the sight of his own release leaking from your pretty, overworked cunt— proof of how thoroughly he had filled you, how greedily your body had tried to keep every drop locked away until now. The thick white gathered at your entrance, pooling there for one obscene heartbeat before gravity coaxed another lazy bead to slide free, warm and sticky, clinging to your sensitive rim like it didn’t want to leave either.
“Fuck,” he breathed, voice low and wrecked. “Look at that… still so much of me trying to stay inside you.”
Then he pushed his fingers back in.
Deeper. Slower.
Two long digits sank into your soaked heat with filthy ease, parting your tender walls and gathering the escaping cum on their way down. He curled them deliberately, knuckles dragging along that swollen, hypersensitive ridge inside you until he reached the furthest place he had flooded. The wet squelch was loud in the quiet room— obscene and intimate— as he pressed those thick ropes of his release back where they belonged, stuffing them deeper, smearing them along every fluttering inch.
Your cunt clenched hard around the intrusion, greedy and desperate, trying to pull his fingers— and the cum they carried— even further in. Gojo groaned at the tight, sucking grip, hips twitching involuntarily like his cock remembered exactly how good that same greedy clutch felt wrapped around it.
He twisted his wrist just enough to spread you open from the inside, letting you feel the warm, slippery weight of his seed being pushed and stirred deeper still. Another slow pump followed, his fingers sliding out halfway only to plunge back in, slow and possessive, forcing more of the thick cream to coat your walls until you were glistening anew from the inside out.
“Stay,” he murmured against your thigh, lips brushing sweat-slick skin. “Keep it all right here for me. Let your sweet little pussy soak in every drop… let it sit heavy and warm inside you until you’re dripping nothing but me again.”
He pressed his palm flat over your lower belly once more, feeling the subtle give beneath his hand where his cum pooled deep. Then he curled his fingers again pushing one final thick rope back toward your womb with reverent pressure, like he was sealing it there, marking you from the inside until there was no space left that didn’t belong to him.
“Hold it,” he whispered. His voice turned hot and low against your neck as he climbed over you. “C’mon, baby. Keep it in for me.”
His fingers twisted. Spread you just enough to reveal more of the creamy mess inside, the obscene stretch of your cunt around his hand. “God,” he hissed. Lips brushed your ear. “I could stay here all day, watching you twitch around my cum like that.”
You whimpered.
He kissed your cheek. Still so smug.
“Wanna be filled again? Or should I keep using these fingers ’til you leak for me slow?”
You could barely think.
Your body was trembling, thighs slick and twitching, cunt stretched and so full your belly still felt heavy. Gojo’s fingers remained buried deep and slow, not moving to pleasure, just to feel, to press, to keep his release exactly where it belonged.
He leaned back on his heels behind you. Eyes fixed between your legs like he studied something sacred. Two fingers still pushed deep, curling just slightly every few seconds to remind you who owned you.
“You’ve been holding it so well,” he murmured. “All night. Didn’t even drip on the sheets.”
You whined. Hips shifted as his fingers flexed. It squelched. Hot, thick, and wet.
“Still so fucking full,” he whispered.
His other hand came to your ass. Spread you wider. Tilted your hips until he could see everything. The creamy ring around his knuckles. The tremble of your entrance. The fluttering clench that begged to keep his cum locked deep.
“But now…” His voice lowered with a filthy edge. “I wanna see it.”
Your head snapped back. Breath hitched as his fingers began to move. Not fast. Not rough. Just a gentle twist and pull. Just enough to make you feel the unbearable weight of it.
“Push it out for me,” he whispered.
You gasped. “I can’t—”
“Yes, you can,” he said. Voice velvet. “C’mon. You took all of it. Kept it for me. Let me see it now. Show me how you drip for me.”
He pulled his fingers out with an obscene sound. Your entrance tried to follow, slick and stretched. The second he withdrew, a slow trail of white began to leak out, thick and warm between your folds.
“Mm, that’s it,” Gojo cooed. His hand stroked down your lower back. “Just like that. Don’t rush. Let it spill.”
He seized your thighs in strong hands, prying them wider apart with possessive force. The sudden stretch alone coaxed a fresh gush of his thick cum oozing slowly from your swollen puckered hole in warm, heavy waves.
Gojo watched, transfixed on the creamy release dripping in languid, glistening strands, stretching obscenely from your fluttering pussy before breaking to soak the sheets below in sticky pools.
Then his fingers returned. He scooped the warm spill with deliberate care, gathering the viscous white on his fingertips before smearing it back over your sensitive rim in slow, filthy circles, his fingertips, tracing lazy patterns so reluctant to let even a single drop escape his touch.
“That’s my girl,” he whispered. “Letting me see how deep I filled you… how messy you are.”
He pushed his fingers back in. Not all the way. Just enough to feel the heat, then pulled back again, drawing out another thick trail.
“You wanna keep going, don’t you?” he teased. Smearing more around your folds. “Even after leaking like this, you’re still clenching. Still empty without me.”
You whimpered. Tried to arch back against his hand. His fingers returned. Pressed deeper. Curled. Stroked that sweet spot with slow, devastating precision.
He leaned close. Lips brushed your ear as your body jolted again.
“Push out the rest,” he murmured. Voice ragged. “Then I’ll fill you again. We’ll see how much your pretty pussy can really hold.”
You hadn’t even finished leaking.
His cum still dripped from your swollen pussy in slow, syrupy trails. Slicking your thighs. Staining the sheets. Still warm as it oozed from deep inside. You tried to breathe. Tried to stay still. But Gojo didn’t let up.
Not for a second.
He pushed your hips higher. Kept you spread wide open. One hand pressed at the small of your back while the other stroked slowly around your twitching entrance.
“You really tried,” he murmured. Voice dark and low as he watched more of his mess spill out. “Kept it in all night. But look at you now…”
His fingers were coated. Milky and wet, before he brought them back to your entrance again. Pushed two in slow, like he missed the way you stretched around him.
And you squeezed them.
Hard.
“Still tight,” he groaned. Fingers curled deep. “Still so fucking greedy…”
You gasped when he pressed down on your lower belly with his palm, right above where his fingers reached. The firm, deliberate pressure forced a sharp jolt through your entire body. Your walls spasmed hard around his knuckles. A fresh, hot stream of his cum rushed out of your cunt in a thick, slippery gush, coating his fingers and dripping down the cleft of your ass to pool warm and sticky against the sheets.
Gojo groaned like the sound had punched straight through him.
“Fuck… there it is,” he rasped. His voice came out wrecked, thick with hunger. “Look at all that. Still so much of me inside you.”
He didn’t give you time to catch your breath.
He withdrew his fingers slowly, obscenely, letting you feel every inch of drag as your entrance clung to them, reluctant to let go. The moment they slipped free, another lazy trickle followed—white and viscous, clinging to your folds in long, creamy strings. Gojo’s eyes darkened to something feral. He spread your thighs wider with both hands, hooking under your knees and pushing them back until your hips tilted up, exposing every glistening inch of you to his ravenous gaze.
“So pretty,” he murmured, almost to himself. “Your pretty cunt’s leaking my cum like it can’t help itself.”
He lowered his head without another word.
His tongue met your entrance in one long, greedy swipe at your cummy hole, collecting the thick spill that had just escaped. He moaned deep in his throat at the first taste, the sound vibrating against your oversensitive flesh. Then he dove in properly.
Lips sealed over your swollen folds. He sucked gently at first, drawing the creamy mixture of his release and your slick into his mouth like he was drinking something sacred. His tongue pushed inside you next, slow and insistent. It plunged deep enough to curl against your fluttering walls, scooping out thick ropes of his own cum with deliberate, filthy strokes. He dragged it along every sensitive ridge, gathering more of the creamy heat he had flooded you with, savoring the heavy taste of his release mingled with your slick arousal.
Every long, greedy lap echoed wetly through the room. Nasty, squelching sounds filled the humid air as he devoured you without restraint. He was loud about it. Shameless even, filthy moans vibrated straight against your core with every swallow. He sucked and licked like a man possessed, like the flavor of his seed leaking from your swollen cunt was the only thing keeping him alive.
Gojo groaned deep in his throat. The sound rumbled through your overstimulated flesh and made your hips jerk involuntarily. He pressed his face harder between your thighs, nose brushing your clit while his tongue fucked in and out in slow, possessive thrusts. He chased every last trace deeper inside, lips smacking wetly as he pulled back just enough to let another thick bead well up at your entrance— only to dive forward again and suck it straight from your pulsing rim.
“Fuck,” he panted against you, voice wrecked and dripping with lust. “So much of me still in here.”
He spread you wider with both thumbs, opening your dripping folds until nothing was hidden. Your entrance fluttered helplessly under his gaze, trying to clench around the emptiness he had just left behind. Another slow trickle of white began to spill. Gojo watched it with dark, obsessive hunger before leaning in to lap it up in one long, dragging stripe from your perineum to your clit. His tongue flattened broad and heavy, collecting every viscous drop, then curled to push it back inside only so he could taste it again on the next filthy pass.
He was relentless. Greedy beyond reason. Lips sealed over your clit once more, sucking hard enough to make your vision blur while his tongue continued its obscene work below— thrusting, swirling, scooping, swallowing. Wet slurps and low, guttural moans spilled from his mouth as he fed on you. On himself. On the messy, intimate proof of how thoroughly he had claimed your body.
Your thighs trembled violently around his head. Slick coated his chin, his cheeks, glistened on his swollen lips. And still he pressed deeper. Tongue spearing inside you again. Curling and lapping. Drinking down every thick pulse of his cum that your greedy cunt tried to give him, like he would never be satisfied until he had licked you completely clean, only to fill you all over again later.
You whimpered, hips twitching. The overstimulation bordered on unbearable. Every drag of his tongue sent sparks racing up your spine, but he only tightened his grip on your thighs, keeping you spread and pinned exactly where he wanted.
He pulled back just enough to watch another thick bead well up at your entrance. His thumb brushed over your folds again, spreading you open wider so he could see it glisten. Then he leaned in and sucked it straight from the source— lips pursing around your fluttering rim, tongue flicking rapidly to catch every drop before it could escape.
“Mine,” he growled against you. The word was muffled, vibrating straight into your core. “All of it. Every fucking drop.”
He shifted higher. His mouth closed over your clit, tightly. The hot, wet suction made your back arch off the bed. He sucked hard, tongue lapping in tight, relentless circles while two fingers slid back inside you, not to fuck, but to press and curl, coaxing out more of his cum for him to devour.
You were shaking now. Thighs trembling violently in his hold. Breaths coming in broken sobs. He didn’t stop. He couldn’t. Gojo was ravenous— greedy in a way that felt almost violent. He ate you like a man starved, lapping and sucking and swallowing every trace of himself he could reach. His chin glistened. His lips were swollen and slick. And still he pressed deeper, tongue thrusting inside again to chase what lingered furthest in, groaning every time your walls fluttered and tried to give him more.
When another gush coated his tongue he pulled back just long enough to look up at you, eyes wild and pupils blown, cheeks flushed, mouth shining with the evidence of his obsession.
“You taste so fucking good full of me,” he panted. Voice hoarse. “I could do this all day. Just keep you spread open and eat my cum out of this greedy little pussy until there’s nothing left to lick up.”
Then he dove back in.
Lips sealed over your clit again. Sucked hard, tongue flicking out mercilessly, his fingers curling even deeper, pressing against that spot that made your vision white out.
He was relentless.
Greedy.
Gojo was completely, shamelessly addicted to the taste of his own release spilling from your trembling cunt, to the thick, salty warmth of it coating his tongue, mingling with the sweet-slick flood of your arousal, to the way your body kept trying to give him more. Every flutter of your walls, every helpless clench, pushed another slow bead of his cum toward his waiting mouth, and he drank it down like he was starving, greedy moans vibrating against your swollen folds as he lapped deeper, sucked harder, chased every last drop with filthy devotion.
His chin glistened. His lips were swollen and slick. His cheeks flushed from the heat between your thighs. And still he pressed on, his tongue spearing inside one final time, curling to scoop out the deepest traces, swallowing with a low, guttural groan that made your hips jerk against his face.
Only then did he finally pull away.
He rose slowly, crawling up your body with predatory grace, broad shoulders caging you in as he settled over you. His mouth was a mess— shiny with your combined slick, lips parted and breathing ragged. Before you could catch your breath he leaned down and kissed you, messy and unapologetically.
His tongue pushed straight past your lips, carrying the raw, heady taste of his cum and your pussy straight into your mouth. Thick and warm, the flavor bloomed across your tongue, the salty, musky, unmistakably him that mixed with the sweet tang of your own arousal that still clung to every surface of his mouth. He groaned into the kiss, low and wrecked, like the simple act of sharing it with you was enough to unravel him all over again.
One hand cupped the back of your neck, tilting your head so he could lick deeper, stroking along the roof of your mouth, painting every inch with the filthy evidence of what he’d just devoured from between your legs. His other hand slid down to grip your hip, holding you flush against him while he kissed you slower now with languid, possessive drags of tongue against tongue, letting you taste how thoroughly he’d claimed you, how thoroughly he’d feasted on the mess he’d made inside you.
He broke the kiss only long enough to murmur against your lips, voice hoarse and dripping with satisfaction.
“Feel that?” He licked into your mouth again, slow. “That’s us. Me inside you… still leaking out… still on my tongue. You taste like mine, baby. Every fucking part of you.”
Then he sealed his mouth over yours once more, kissing you deeper, messier, until the taste of his cum and your cunt was all either of you could breathe.
toji fushiguro has your body naked in front of the mirror and his warm hands groping your hips. he lets his pinky slide up your puffy, wet slit—just a graze, just over your clit—and he doesn’t let your eyes leave the mirror as he draws back his pinky dripping with your slick.
“go on, princess,” he rasps into your neck. “m’listening.”
but he’s not just listening. your boyfriend is still in his boxers—unfair, really, because you’re clad in nothing & the room is too warm & your thighs are trembling from both the heat and the pressure. he wraps himself around you and slides his hands up to your tits. he gropes your breast once and lets his hands fall away.
your mouth dries. “i can’t.”
but your hips are bucking into him. rolling against his clothed cockhead as your pussy drools from the anticipation. toji laughs, chest warm against your back as he pinches your clit, forcing your hips to stutter & a whine to leave your lips. “y’got a pretty mouth, dollface. wanna hear you use it.”
in the mirror your thighs are still aching, chest heaving, and toji fushiguro has slipped his cock out of his shorts. you’re not sure you heard his waistband snap but his cock is there, flushed and swollen and dripping with precum.
"you see that ?" he murmurs, breath hot against your neck as he pumps himself in his fist all heavy & slow. "see what you do to me, sweetheart? standing there all pretty and wet?”
he lets the soaked head tap against your ass—once, twice—before dragging it lower between your thighs, letting it slip through your slick folds without pushing inside. your pussy flutters at the teasing, & toji watches your chest heave in the mirror through bleary eyes.
"you want this?" he murmurs, cockhead nudging your throbbing folds from behind. "want my cock in this pussy, baby?” he lets his precum smear over the folds. “start talking.”
you swallow, eyes glazed with lust and hips stuttering as you force the courage to speak. “i…i have nice tits.”
“breasts,” toji growls into your neck. “breasts, dollface. say it properly.”
your thighs squeeze. your eyes are teary when you look in the mirror, face flushed, tits heaving. "i have nice breasts."
"mmh," toji slides a palm up your side. he lets his thumb brush against your aching nipple, before twisting and stretching the pebbled peak between his fingers. you arch into him on instinct. "so nice, dollface. and what else? look at this pussy in the mirror, baby. tell me all about it."
his thumb presses into your clit. but then he slides it away.
you moan, loud, slick dripping down your thighs. toji’s cock twitches against your ass, but clearly he’s got the self control of a god.
your lashes are tear rimmed. “i have—i have a pretty pussy!”
“so pretty,” he murmurs, tugging your clit before pressing his thumb against it, rubbing slow circles over the bud. “prettiest pussy i’ve ever fucking seen. so wet and noisy for me. tell me more, sweetheart.”
“my pussy is so tight,” you rasp, breathless and hips twitching as toji rubs his thumb against the sensitive bud. “hnngh—so tight and wet for you, toji.”
"yeah?" he murmurs against your ear. his cock nudges your slick folds, pulsing and throbbing at the entrance. "love this fucking pussy, you know that?"
you can only whimper in response.
"love how puffy it is," he continues, dragging his swollen cockhead up your slit, only to drag it down again. "love how it tries to swallow me. see that, baby? see how it slobbers all over my cock?” he pushes his swollen head in as your cunt flutters around him. “fucking perfect.”
“toji—“ you gasp, “please—“
“please what?” he growls, pushing his hips into you. his thick cock swells between your folds, pulsing and stretching your puffy cunt. “want me to play with this pussy, baby? fuck you so hard your tits bounce in the mirror?”
“mhm—“
“words, sweetheart.”
“want you to fuck me,” you gasp out, hips bucking back to chase his cockhead and push him deeper into your folds. “want you to play with my pussy and fuck me till i’m dripping—“
“fuck,” toji groans, slamming into you, hard. “thaaaat’s my fucking girl. see how easy it is to please me?”
mdni. obsessed boyfriend satoru loves showering with you
content. | fluff into smut , mutual masturbation , nipple play , use of ‘princess’ , ‘pretty girl’
a/n: shout out to inventors of mutual masturbation gotta be one of my fav genders
gojo satoru was clingy. very clingy. some of his coworkers even teased him for being so pussy-whipped. he never tried to defend himself against the accusations.
he wanted to be with you all the time and his favorite way of spending time together was none other than in the shower.
morning sunlight streamed into the bedroom. you were grabbing a pair of cute pajamas from the dresser while gojo sat on the bed. he watched with a slight pout and those puppy dog eyes, huffing and puffing.
“why won’t you let me shower with youu?”
you two had been going back and forth for the past five minutes.
“because babe, I know it’s gonna escalate and I have class.”
he rose from the bed and made his way over, long arms snaking around you from behind. he lowered his head to close the height distance and pressed a soft kiss to the top of your head.
“noo, it’ll be innocent. come on, please?” he murmured against your hair.
you sighed and stared hard at the clothes in your hands. it was so hard to keep a strong resolve when he was all clingy like this. he did work long days and sometimes you guys missed out on quality time.
it was probably unfair of you to limit your already limited time together.
you pulled away from his grasp and led him to the bathroom, glancing over your shoulder. “fine baby, let’s go.”
once you two were undressed and were standing under the warm water, mischief was already swimming in those cerulean eyes. he was so tall and the way he peered down at you sent butterflies swarming in your tummy.
he was semi-hard just from the sight of you but who could blame him? it was the proper reaction upon seeing his perfect girlfriend’s naked body.
“you’re so beautiful, princess.” he said softly, meaning every syllable.
his slender fingers reached out to grab your shampoo before he was pouring an appropriate amount into his open palm. you watched as he lathered it in his hands, a smile tugging at your lips.
“you’re so obsessed with me, ‘toru.” you teased lightheartedly while turning so he could shampoo your hair.
he hummed in agreement and stepped closer, his semi poking your ass while his chest met your back.
with a gentleness, his fingers came up to your head and began working in the soapy liquid. “mhm, gotta problem?”
you smiled and melted under his touch. his fingertips massaged your tender scalp, earning a relaxed sigh from you. “not at all.”
he chuckled and moved closer so your skin stuck together. a part of you was convinced satoru simply couldn’t live without constant skin-to-skin contact. it was fine by you, considering how toned and beautifully built he was.
eventually the shampoo was washed out and he faced you towards him again with a firm hand on your hip. “my favorite part.”
he reached for the washcloth and drizzled your vanilla scented bodywash onto it. you smiled but there was a faint ball of heat forming in your tummy. this was where things usually escalated.
his stare was glued to your body as he dragged the cloth against your neck and shoulders and then lower.
he used the washcloth to lather your chest with airy suds of soap and you felt your entire body warm how it always did. he put the cloth aside for the moment as those same slender fingers came up to rub the foamy soap into your tits.
you blushed and watched his expression. how it was filled with desire and his lips were parted as if he was fantasizing about wrapping them around your nipples like he often did.
he continued rubbing the soap into your plushy skin and slowly inched his fingertips towards your hard points. his eyes met yours as he caught one nipple in between his thumb and forefinger, tweaking it the way you liked.
your lips parted around a soft gasp, the familiar feeling sending all too familiar sparks down to your core. “innocent shower.. ‘toru.” you reminded but there was no strength behind the words.
his mouth quirked up into that cocky smile of his and he just shrugged, pinching the bud.
“just making sure you’re nice and clean.” he mumbled back, his other hand exploring the soft skin around your areola.
you nodded with a small sigh and focused on his touch.
his fingers traveled down your abdomen so slow that it was torturous. you bit back a whimper, the change in his touches already making you weak for him.
he walked you closer under the stream of water while his eyes tracked the soap being washed away from your body.
“pretty girl..” was all he said before he was lowering his head to press soft lips to your waiting mouth. the kiss was wet from the downpour of water and the exchange of sticky saliva.
the rush of water and his mouth hungrily moving against yours muffled the needy noises you let out.
his curious fingers were brushing against your bare mound now while his other hand searched for yours. you knew what he wanted but it was so much better letting him guide you.
his large hand grasped onto your much smaller one and led it towards his fully hard cock that stood out, seeking your attention.
the kiss was broken only for satoru to trail soft kisses down your freshly clean skin. he breathed you in greedily, your signature vanilla so much stronger because it had just barely been rinsed off.
then his pink lips were latching onto your nipple, biting and sucking. you let out a shaky moan and wrapped your fingers around the base of his cock. his girth made it difficult to properly hold him in your hand.
his deep groan reverberated against your breast as he kept his lips in place. meanwhile, one of his hands tightly held onto your hip and his fingers were dipping down to slide through your folds.
“‘toru please..” you whined and pushed your cunt into his hand with desperation. your own hand was working him up, pumping him slowly.
he flicked your nipple with his tongue and at the same time, sunk two slender fingers into your needy hole. velvety walls tightened around the invasion and forced a loud whimper from you.
“move that hand, princess.” he encouraged against the skin of your tits, curling those fingers that were buried deep inside of your cunt.
you nodded wordlessly and pumped his cock faster, squeezing the base in between movements. his fingers began fucking into you at a quicker pace as well, mimicking you.
his breathy groans against your chest mingled with your own cries of pleasure.
“good girl.. keep going for me. wanna — hah — fall apart together.” he breathed out, shaky and uncontrolled.
“wanna come with — ngh — you so bad ‘toru.” you said back in a breathless jumble of words.
you moved your hand with frantic movements, stroking him faster while he brought you closer to your orgasm. he forced a third digit into the tight space, making you cry out.
the pressure coiling in your stomach quickly exploded at the same time his release poured out in white ropes of cum.
“fuck just like that, princess.” he groaned loudly, hips weakly jerking towards you as you continued moving your hand. he was making a mess all over your hand and the shower wall.
your own hips were bucking into his palm as he fucked you through the rushing waves of your orgasm, working you towards another.
his lips found your nipple again and he began suckling loudly, tongue swirling skillfully. the sensation added with the fullness his fingers gave you tore another release from you.
loud whimpers poured out as you soaked his hand with sticky fluids. he pulled out once you came down from it, your own hand falling limp from his softened cock.
“knew this would happen..” you mumbled breathlessly with flushed cheeks and shaky legs.
a slow lazy grin lifted his lips and he was rinsing you off again, reaching for the washcloth while his own chest rose and fell quickly. “whoops.. sorry princess.”
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“that’s it. doing so good for me” toji coos, his rough & big hands gripping your hips bouncing you up and down in his cock. the room is quiet except from the wet, squelching sounds of your stuffed pussy.
moans still out of your lips uncontrollably, your boyfriend thickness scretching you perfectly. you feel so good, hiding your head on his neck muffling your filthy sounds.
he is smirks at your evident pleasure, hands cupping your ass now to grind you on his cock harder. his other hand goes down to your pussy, his digits slipping thought your soft folds finding your puffy clit.
you can’t help but let out a soft cry, the feeling too much tears slip down your cheeks, wetting his neck.
toji feels it, hands going to your face making you look at him. he smirks harder now, your teary face and your smudged mascara making even harder — if possible.
“feels good? does it, pretty girl?” he hums
“y-yes, ji.. it does” you whimper out, legs burning of bouncing on your boyfriend.
“ of course it does. so good you crying” he says, kissing your damp lips.
you feel it, stomach tightening. tears keep spilling, and now moving on top is even harder. you cry, and toji can’t help but feel a little bad.
“come on, pretty girl. i know you can. do it for me” he praises
“can’t toji— i need to cumm” your fucked out voice making him desesperate, grunting quietly.
his hands are on your lower body again, moving you on his lap harder & faster. you can feel everything, veins creating friction and the tip of his cock hitting that spot inside you. god, you are so close.
“ im - im going to cum” you breath out, too full of your boyfriend
“cum for me pretty girl, fuck, c’mon” toji orders, breathing heavy
it just takes a few thrusts to come all over his cock, moaning out his name. he follows you, filling you up with his creamy, white liquid.
you lay your head on his chest, out of breath, legs aching. toji pulls out carefully, helping you get comfortable on the bed. you whimpered l too sensitive everywhere.
your boyfriend chuckles, finding it cute.
“wait here. where is that shit you have to take of your makeup? you look like a panda.”
𝓢ummary: Suguru fucking you on his couch like nobody’s business.
𝔀arnings: overstimulation, some plot, he’s kind of mean 😵💫, fwb, dumbification, condescension.
𝓪/n: eufers finally uploads
𝓦c: 2.9k
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He rolls into you with such passion, you’re already crying, a mess, a complete mumbling and mewling mess. Every single rut inside of your walls bringing you closer to space when your vision gets to a dreamy haze. He holds the back of your hair, pushing down on your stomach, he fucks into you never faltering his slow and calculating pace. Staring into your eyes, pupils expanding with salacious intensity.
You think you might be at the point of no return, in fact.
The sex he’s giving you like your warm walls are the only thing that’s heaven to him.
Like an angel was whispering in his ear to please you.
So dreamy.
so deep.
So ambivalence.
So soul shattering.
Sugurus sex makes you want to shut off your brain forever. Melting like ice in the sun under his sweaty body slamming into your messy cunt all over again.
Your ears are losing their hearing and your vision is blurry, if not your eyes are closed, spilling a warm river of tears rolling down your cheeks. White bubbles of your fluids sticking between you, pussy throbbing for more.
And again. And again. And again.
Suguru isn’t cruel, he isn’t.
He was never cruel to you. But he did tend to play little games with you sometimes, in bed, in his lap, in control.
Going dumb on Sugurus cock is a must.
It wasn’t supposed to be like this after all, you were invited to come hang out with Satoru and Suguru for the afternoon via text.
Satoru wanted to play some video games and you agreed to come over.
You always were in your own world when playing video games, kind of zoning out at times during the session and probably angry spamming the controller when fighting.
That afternoon went to a different turn when Suguru started with some flirty comments. He’s always been a little too nice to you, too close at the right moment. Suguru has always been too accepting.
And dare I say a little too soft.
At least, that’s only towards you.
He’ll be nice and even get closer to you and get in your personal space.
Suguru was very open and that kind of makes you question what he’s up to. Whatever, probably another way to be mean. And that’s upsetting, poor you, another session of teasing.
Satoru went to continue his homework and that takes hours, Suguru by this time, was already halfway finished with his homework. So after some time, you and Suguru decided to play some video games.
Suguru turned on the console, you watched him grab the two controllers and he handed you yours. Hands slightly touching with the small intimate contact, sitting back down next to you as the tv glows up through the dark room. Your nose breathes in his firewood vanilla scent and that makes your face hot.
There it was, his scent.
You turn your head at him.
He sets his controller in his lap then puts his hair up back into that neat bun.
You watched his elegant movements with curiosity then he glanced at you through his peripheral, catching your eyes before you quickly looked away.
He saw it.
He just giggled under his breath and picked up his controller and turned it on. He leans back into the soft sofa, thigh beside yours, pressing, inching beside you and looks at the tv screen, then back at you.
Heart slowing down from his ‘Caught ya’ stare, you looked back to him and met his playful calm glare.
His voice steady and warm.
“What do you wanna play?”
Your mind froze for a few seconds.
You were too caught up in his enticing stare. Softly caught off guard, you don’t talk. Your heart just hammers in your ribs. Just as you were frozen he snapped his fingers next to your right ear once—;it snapped you out of your mind for another moment.
It’s his scent that consumes your senses, just as the same as it did before.
Back in reality, you look at the screen, you can’t even pretend to be interested in anything that’s using your brain. You have Suguru Geto right beside you asking to play some stupid game you’re not going to care about later. You look between him and the controllers, paired with the console.
Eyes motion blurring between the two options. You looked.
Suguru, controller, tv.
Suguru, controller, tv.
Suguru, controller, tv.
Wait—Controller, Suguru, tv.
Tv, sugur-oh whatever. What’s the use if you can’t even focus on a damn video game? Your brain is too aware of him. Why is his huge covered thigh touching yours?
Pussy starting to throb, you can’t really ignore it. You wonder if he can see it, if he can see the shifting in your spot. It’s getting warm so your brows start to knit. No, it’s starting to get hot. Your clit feels so turned on. If this is what prey feels like then it must be. Your right leg started bouncing all shaky.
What does this man do to you?
His voice pulled you out of your brainstorm.
“It’s okay, you don’t have to make big decisions.”
Wait…
Big decisions?
What does he mean by that? Actually never mind that, wait actually mind that. What the hell does he mean by ‘you don’t have to make big decisions’?
He stood up from the couch and your eyes tracked after his body. “Let me turn the console off, we can do something else.” He turned his attention to you with that same amusement. “Let’s go to my place.”
And of course, you said yes without a hesitation, without a word, without a flinch, without a doubt—he’s got you wrapped around his finger and he hasn’t even acknowledged the throbbing pussy and the jittery shakes of your legs.
Yet.
Back at his apartment indoors.
His place is clean and neat, still homey to him with his smell all around with some fresh candle wax burning a sweet lavender on the hard surface kitchen counter. You look around with a slight flush on your face from your earlier thirsting, cause god you were thirsty.
You don’t know if that’s perverted or not, but the way he still smiles at you tells you that something is lurking deeper than what he may have concealed.
You sit on his couch stiff, the same way you did on Satorus couch when you looked at Suguru up and down in the dim living room. Frozen, frozen like you were when he asked, ‘“What do you wanna play?”’
You still had no idea.
He looks at you soft and fondly leaning over the kitchen counter with his palms on the edges. He’s observing you again like there’s something that needs guidance inside you. Baggy sleeves rolled at his elbows, Revealing skin to you like he can tell you’re thinking back to that memory already.
That scent set you off.
His scent was setting you off.
Maybe if you wiggled under his pillows and hide your face wishing you could make a home there. How embarrassing. He walked over and grabbed a pillow off your head and put them on the other side of the couch. Sitting down next to your curled up form—he talks gently.
“So, what did you want back there?”
What?
You turn your head to him a little confused. Did he notice? And if so..did he just read through you?
“Elaborate…I’m stuck..”
“mmm.” He just looks at you even more amused. It’s gentle and confusing. What is he hinting at? Your bones shiver and you just blurt out before he can finish.
“Se—”
You burst from the cushions.
“I wanted to play a game!”
Oh.
He already said it for you.
You sat there as your heart sinks in your chest.
You felt caught.
There wasn’t any real way to describe it. You just be quiet and look at him and get the feeling like he’s scolding you gently then get warm. Like a little deer in the headlights. You freeze. Your voice came out shakier than usual. “That’s not..what I said..” you say it like it holds any meaning.
“I know.”
It doesn’t.
Your breath actually hitches and your heart throbs.
Oh.
You’ve been caught.
A stretched silence occurred, you suddenly feel too exposed to him. Suguru stares at you with a gentle smile. He knows what he’s doing. Cutting your voice through the silence, you kind of feel like his eyes are just a spotlight on you. “Suguru..” it was only a whisper because you didn’t know what to say. All you had to do was sit there and think about what just happened and let it all soak in.
“I know you wanna have sex.”
It wasn’t a lie,
Sugurus not a liar. He saw it when you looked away. You wanted to defend yourself somehow. You start shaking your head no and looking away. “I wasn—” “I know you were.” It’s as if the atmosphere changed. Eyes on the floor, you’re frozen. Suguru’s eyes on you, you’re still. Your heart sped up. You give up after your thoughts race. “Am I in trouble..?” You ask.
He crawls on top of you like a big cat and stays there. “Does it feel like you’re in trouble?” And god was it hard for you to breathe. He whispered in your ear as if you two aren’t alone. “I think we both know where this is going baby. We both know how you’re going to end up.” Heart pounding in your chest you make a noise, you’re not sure if it’s a protest or a plead.
“Don’t worry sweetheart you’re not in trouble, but I sure can make you feel like it.”
And then you make the same needy noise. He knows what he’s doing to you. As you breathe the ache between your legs is worse ever since he weighted on you. “I wanna..” you swallowed. “I wanna..have sex with you…” you felt heart heart banging in your chest, sweating. Hot spread on your cheeks, you can’t hide behind anything but you hope you don’t have to say anything more.
“Oh baby, that wasn’t so hard, wasn’t it?”
“No..” you say it so weakly like you're too embarrassed to even speak. He smiles softly at your surrender then kisses your baby hair. “You’re such an angel.” Behind those eyes with such calmness you’re sure to believe it.
He took his time with you and peeled back the soft material of your shirt and repeats it again but a little differently.
“You’re an angel.”
His words are so simple but it means a lot. It burns into your hot skin so much you wanna flinch. He got up off you and leans over you. You finally catch your breath and he looks you in the eyes. “No more thinking from here on out.” And you accepted it. So you accepted anything he gives you.
He puts his hands on your waistband and peels back your pants then throwing them to the side. Climbing over you again and kissing you. Finally kissing you, but he’s not a mess like you with how eager and impatient you’re. His hair still in a bun, clothes still on, warmth still on his skin. Hes not bothered one bit.
He’s going to have to teach you about patience. Nevermind that now. Kissing you down until you can’t breathe, getting crushed under him. Later covering you in bite marks and hickies going up and down all over your neck and chest. It just makes the thrumming in your clit more aroused.
Taking off another layer was your bra. But as cute as it is, it has to come off. And on the floor it goes.
And right now, your chest is bare.
“So divine.”
It’s blunt and sweet. Worshipful but sweet. Then he leans down to suck them. You let out a small huff trying not to moan. It was the licking you until you begged for more, then he kissed down further to your panties. Then kissing it through your panties. It’s such a warm kiss because he did it with his mouth open, and of course you mewled because it felt good. You wanted nothing more than his fingers inside you.
Pulling your panties off he spreads your legs and opens up your pussy on display separated by his broad shoulders. It’s like he’s done this before multiple times with ease. Smoothly pulling out a strong pulsing orgasm from within you.
You’re blushing, you’re excited, you’re ecstatic.
He’s not the type to tease when pleasing too much, he knows you’d break easily. But it is oh so easy to get you turned on. He licks and sucks on your clit softly just to see what would happen and you hold back. That’s not supposed to happen so he keeps going until you cum on his face. When you screamed raw he was satisfied but now it’s time to give you what you really want.
He sticks his middle finger inside your cunt and slowly adds another when you got more comfortable. Fingering you enough to make you heavy breathe every time you orgasm. Not waiting when you claw at his arm and shake through the torturing feeling inside. When you cummed hard on his hand again he pressed his thumb over your sensitive little clit and let you do whatever you felt needed to do to run away from it.
(And you can’t.)
Squirting all over his neck he sucks on you regardless of the shaking and crying. You’re not so good at running from him because it feels like he’s pinning you here. And after all that crying he starts sucking on you harsher, not out of teaching you anything, just giving you pleasure. And when you cummed violently he starts sucking harder like he wanted to bruise it. You came with a broken cry and a shuddering back.
He lifts his head up, eyes focused on you testing the question.
“You in there?”
That’s how it started.
But somewhere in the middle of it you started losing your mind. He lost his clothes too, after making you cum a few more times of course.
Suguru fucks into you like you’re precious, like you’re the most fragile thing in the world. Keeping that slow ache filled longing pace inside you, knees at your ears because he’s bent you in so many ways then keeps you packed tightly in that position forever locking you in until otherwise.
Your body is squirting and squirming under him. Tears running down your cheeks and you still need air. After multiple orgasms you didn’t know if you could take it. But he’ll convince you otherwise. And soon enough you’re crying like someone’s being mean to you. Because he is. Suguru likes asking questions if you’re too overwhelmed to understand, he knows all you can think about is his dick in your guts. Then starts rubbing on your puffy clit as if his dick wasn’t enough stimulation.
Stuttering and moaning under him you can’t take it anymore. “Fu—I—” you hold back your panting and hold your breath kicking at his back crying. It’s enough pleasure to make you tap out. But you don’t, because he makes you take it. “Suguru!” Your head lifts up and suddenly it feels heavy to use your head. He taps your forehead and your head falls back onto the couch.
“Stay.” It’s a simple command for you to follow as he stuffs you full of dick. Your clit is so sensitive from him he wants to make you sob. You repeat his name again, more neadier, and he just smiles back at you for your efforts. But now it’s time for you to orgasm. You start sobbing out.
He rolls into you with such passion, you’re already crying, a mess, a complete mumbling and mewling mess. Every single rut inside of your walls bringing you closer to space when your vision gets to a dreamy haze. He holds the back of your hair, pushing down on your stomach, he fucks into you never faltering his slow and calculating pace. Staring into your eyes, pupils expanding with salacious intensity.
You think you might be at the point of no return, in fact.
The sex he’s giving you like your warm walls are the only thing that’s heaven to him.
Like an angel was whispering in his ear to please you.
So dreamy.
so deep.
So ambivalence.
So soul shattering.
Sugurus sex makes you want to shut off your brain forever. Melting like ice in the sun under his sweaty body sexing into your messy cunt all over again.
Your ears are losing their hearing and your vision is blurry, if not your eyes are closed, spilling a warm river of tears rolling down your cheeks. White bubbles of your fluids sticking between you, pussy throbbing for more.
And again. And again. And again.
Your cum was over flowing with the slick noises when he slid in and out of you. High pitched moans coming from your throat like someone’s gonna save you. But too bad for you you’re already in his grasp. Your sobs got louder and harsher as he kept going. It feels so big it’s stretching and impaling your pussy, filling it with more cum than you already bargained for. Clit so swollen and bruised from how much he’s been touching it. He praised you through it.
“Doing so well.” You can’t answer as his hips grind his cock in your stomach and you arch your back hissing like a kitten. Not even moaning you cum on his dick again, white liquid frothing between you two.
“Poor thing, you were never gonna make it out of this, why did you think you would?”
you write soo good like nghhh please never stop especially with the choso and his mommy kink or geto matter of fact just keep doing what ur doing 🫰🏻🫰🏻🫰🏻🫰🏻
no because i used to be a huge top!choso enthusiast but now i think he would be a little bottom with an obvious mommy kink and i can’t stop writing about it. i need him. thank you sweetheart <3
you can’t cum anymore without older bf!toji’s help ♡︎
꒰ cw; fingering, orgasm, slightttt babying, established relationship … ꒱
you began to feel utterly helpless when toji wasn’t around.
you’d become accustomed to toji taking care of most things — like when a lightbulb needed fixing, or you needed help reaching something on the top shelf. it even extended to pleasure, seemingly now something only he could give you.
no matter how hard you try, when toji’s not around, you physically can’t cum. your fingers don’t reach as deep as his cock does. your toys don’t amount to the feeling of his warm tongue against your clit.
your worst nightmare is becoming one of those women that have to rely on a man — but fuck, you’re too far gone. at least when it comes to pleasuring yourself. once you’ve felt toji’s hands all over you, his thick cock splitting you open, there’s no going back. nothing else compares.
so, you lay across the couch, hand shoved down your panties as you try to make yourself cum for what feels like the millionth time today. it was no use. every failed attempt has you more worked up, desperate being a complete understatement.
and what’s worse? toji is late coming home from work. you’ve been telling yourself for hours ‘it’ll be fine, toji will be home later to help.’ it’s later now and he’s nowhere to be seen. you feel like crying — cheeks flushed red, panties sticky and soaked through from hours of pure torture.
then, thankfully, your apartment door swings open, heavy footsteps closing in. as soon as toji sees you on the couch, eyes glassy, hair messy, utterly defeated — he knew exactly what was wrong. "again, princess?" toji says, planting himself down next to you, gathering you in his strong arms.
you begin to sob from pure need and frustration, toji’s strong hands holding you steady as you climb onto his lap. "you’re late," you sniffle, burying your face in the crook of his neck, tears spilling onto his skin. "i know, baby. gonna make it up to you."
"please—hurts," you continue, more tears beginning to fall from listening to how pathetic you sound. your older boyfriend kisses your temple, then your neck, cupping your pussy over your panties and feeling the sopping mess that lingers. "all worked up, huh, princess?"
you nod, sniffling again, sighing in relief as toji’s thumb brushes your clit. knowing you’re in no position to wait, he slots his hand beneath your panties, gathering your slick on two fingers — bringing them to your aching clit.
your shudder from the much needed contact, holding him tight as he begins to circle your clit just right. "hnngghh—toji," you moan, instantly bucking your hips against his hand. toji chuckles lowly, voice deep and gravelly as always. "s’not funny," you whine.
toji kisses your neck again, "sorry, doll. y’just so needy. poor baby." though it sounded mocking, he means it, feeling slightly guilty that he’d been late home — leaving you to suffer for longer. his fingers move faster, pleasuring your needy clit perfectly in ways that you can’t.
"want my fingers too, princess?" toji asks, knowing the answer is completely obvious, he just wants to hear you say it. "mnhh—please. need it," you mewl, pussy clenching around nothing.
toji pushes two thick fingers inside you, filling you instantly. he repositions his thumb to press against your clit, drawing another desperate moan from you. "shit, baby," he says, curling his fingers deliciously, "droolin’ all over my fingers"
you can only whimper in response, too lost in pleasure, already embarrassingly close due to toji’s skill and your plethora of previous failed attempts.
"almost there, princess. feel this tight lil’ pussy clenchin’ around my fingers," he purrs. your body begins to tense, fingers threading through the hair on the nape of toji’s neck, hips grinding forwards as you chase your release.
you feel toji harden beneath you, the feeling making your cunt flutter around his digits. "feel how hard i am?" he says, fingers moving faster, "go ahead and cum f’me so i can give ya’ what you really need, yeah?"
more filthy moans leave you following toji’s encouragement, eyes squeezed shut as that familiar feeling takes over. "atta girl," he praises, fingers working you through your orgasm, prolonging it as much as possible to ensure you feel every wave of pleasure you missed out on all day.
he refuses to withdraw his fingers until you’re fully through it, praising you every second — slick coating his fingers and wrist generously.
"did so good, doll. feel better?" toji says, finally withdrawing his hand from beneath your panties. you whine from the loss of contact, body slightly limp. "mm, thank you."
toji begins to undo his belt hastily. "don’t thank me yet, doll. got somethin’ better to give you."
a/n; sorry for the lack of posts the last couple days guys mama has been busy!!
18+ / choso kinda likes when you’re jealous (and mean)
very rarely did you get jealous. you were beyond secure in your relationship, and choso hardly acknowledged other women. he was just as obsessed with you as you were him.
however, someone actually had audacity for once to flirt with him. and you weren’t too far away.
the both of you were attending some party: friend of a friend’s. choso was technically the only one invited, but he refused to go anywhere without you. his friends didn’t seem to mind that you were there. at some point, you excused yourself to the bathroom. you didn’t spend that long away, mainly touching up your makeup and trying to fix your hair. when you went back to join your boyfriend, you saw some girl from across the way twirling her hair and blushing while talking to him. where did she come from? who was she? why him? questions you wouldn’t know the answers to. instead of storming over there immediately, you decided to let your eyes wander a little longer. you wanted to see how long choso would let it go on, completely unaware that you were staring right at him.
you could hear her through the crowd asking him where he was from and if he came here alone. his stance was awkward, but not awkward enough for the girl to leave him. it wasn’t until her hands were on his arms, feeling up his biceps, that you stomped over. “woah, but you’re like, reallyyy strong..” she purred, nibbling on her bottom lip.
“i don’t know. im not all that..” choso, completely weirded out yet not opposing to her actions, looked up from her to see you storming over. it’s not like he was flirting back, but he allowed it to go on and that was enough to piss you off. his heart dropped to his stomach. he wondered how long you watched.
“hm. choso, who’s your new friend?” you asked him, stifling a small smile at him. it wasn’t genuine, and he could tell by the way your eyes were twitching.
“um, well— i just met her..”
you crossed your arms over your chest, eyeing the girl up and down before looking back at him. she looked back at you, visible annoyance plastered on your face.
“and who might you be?” she asked, hands resting on her hips now.
“his girlfriend. fuck off.” you stated plainly, gesturing your head in the opposite direction. the girl’s eyes widened as if she was surprised someone like you managed to bag someone like him. she didn’t say anything, only rolled her eyes and mumbled a whatever.. before walking off.
your attention shot back to him. he barely looked you in the eyes, and you could see a light flush spreading on his cheeks. he could tell you were pissed off without even having to ask. “baby, i swear i didn’t—”
“save it.”
he quieted instantly, pathetically looking down at the floor.
the rest of the evening went by all too slowly. the two of you continued to chat it up with people you barely cared about. choso would say he’s mere associates with them and nothing more. despite the fake smile on your face, the tension between you two was thick. thick, and somewhat sexual. choso couldn’t read your expressions at all.
once the two of you got back home, you kicked your shoes off, silently treading back to the room. he followed after you like a lost puppy, pleading for you to talk to him as you’d been giving him the silent treatment since that little incident.
“baby, please talk to me. i didn’t flirt with her, i swear.” he said, his stomach twisting in knots at the thought of you being angry with him.
you said nothing as you entered your shared room, plopping onto the mattress. you sighed—the first sound he’s heard from you in an hour. before you could part your lips to speak, choso was dropping to his knees in front of you, wrapping his arms around your calves.
“baby, please.. listen to me. im sorry, i shouldn’t have let her touch me, let alone talk to me—fuck, please don’t be mad at me—”
“you’re so fucking pathetic.”
his head perked up at your harsh words, eyebrows furrowing together in confusion. “h-huh?”
your arms crossed over your chest. “did i stutter?”
he didn’t know whether to answer or not, so he only blinked in response. you chuckled, shaking your head at his behavior. “stand up.”
he complied, pulling himself off his knees to stand in front of you. your eyes dropped down to the visible bulge in his pants. you noticed before he did, and once he did, his eyes widened instantly. he couldn’t even find the words to explain.
“wow. you really are pathetic, aren’t you? getting hard just from me being mean to you?”
“i—”
you brought your hands up to rest on his stomach, then slowly inched them downward towards his crotch. your fingers ever so slightly grazed his clothed cock, but it made him buck up against your hand immediately. “oh, please..” he whimpered, silently pleading for some sort of friction.
you hummed, then your fingers were working to unbuckle the belt of his pants. he sighed almost happily, preparing himself for your touch. once his belt was off, the rest was light work. his pants were already loosened, you just needed to unbutton them and they were already falling down his legs. your eyes landed on the wet patch at the front of his boxers, a smug smirk plastered on your face. he looked embarrassed and you loved it.
“aw, my poor baby.. so needy already?”
he whined so pathetically, trying to move his crotch against your fingers. you could only laugh at his futile attempts. your hands then quickly latched onto the waistband of his boxers, yanking them down in an instant. his cock sprang free, throbbing tip slapping against his stomach. you could drool at the sight. he was already leaking pre-cum all over himself. you wrapped your hand against his shaft, then swiped your thumb against his sensitive tip. he panted out, immediately thrusting into the palm of your hand.
“m-mommy..” he whispered, his face completely red now.
your eyebrow cocked up and your movements stilled. “what was that, baby? couldn’t quite hear you.”
he groaned, swallowing down his whines. “mommy.. please, i n-need you..”
“yeah? how do you need me, baby?” you already knew the answer, but you wanted to hear it from him. you began stroking him gently, thumb swirling around his tip once more. you could feel him pulsating in your hand.
“i—mmffh, wanna be inside you, mommy. i’ll be s-so good, please.” poor baby, he tried so hard to not fuck into your hand, but the pleasure took over, and he was doing it anyway. “shit—f-feels so good.. please let me fuck you, mommy..”
you couldn’t ignore the pool forming in your panties. you loved when he got like this, and right now, you couldn’t deny him. you needed him just as much as he needed you, maybe more.
eventually, choso found himself under you, a whiny, babbling mess. his hands rested on either side of your hips, nails digging into your skin. you were on top of him, riding him like your life depended on it. your walls were warm, sucking him up perfectly.
“aaahhh, f-fuck, you feel so good around me, mommy, please don’t stop.”
and how could you when his thick cock was filling you up just the way you liked?
“hmmh, i wonder if that girl would want you if she saw you now..” you panted out, resting your hands on his chest.
his face scrunched up, and you noticed the way his eyes started to go glossy.
“such a little bitch for me. and now what, you’re gonna cry for me?”
oh, you were mean, and he loved it. your hips continuously slammed down on his shaft, and you made sure to angle your body so his tip was nudging against your womb. it made your eyes roll to the back of your head, and his body squirm.
“i-im not..” he mumbled, but then, a single tear rolled down his pretty face. followed by another, then another one after that one. he barely realized it.
“aw, is it too much for you, baby? want mommy to slow down?”
regardless of his answer, you wouldn’t. you couldn’t get enough of this. your hips began to grind against him, giving your legs a small break. however, that only seemed to further his pleasure.
“n-no.. yes—fuck, just please don’t stop, angel..” he whimpered out, throwing his head back in pleasure. he couldn’t take any more of it. his grip on your hips tightened even more, and before you could protest, he was fucking up into you at a rampant pace. the sounds of his hips slamming against you was loud enough to notify the entire neighborhood. you squealed, walls suddenly squeezing tightly around his cock.
“im sorry, i just need to fuck you, i can’t—”
surprisingly, you let him take control. even though he submitted to you, he was much stronger than you would ever be.
with every thrust, his tip was ruthlessly bumping against your g-spot, and it was enough to make you cry out.
“oh, fuck—right there, baby. hmmfhh, filling me up so good.”
your words only motivated him to go faster; deeper. he mumbled something incoherent, but either way it fell on deaf ears. you were too caught up in your own pleasure, as was he.
“mommy, i t-think im gonna cum, oh, please—”
his thrusting began to stutter, something that wasn’t unfamiliar to you. “can i fill you up? pleasepleaseplease, i need it..”
a part of you wanted to deny him, to make him fuck you for longer. but with the way he looked—eyes red from the tears falling, hair sticking to his forehead, lip pulled under his teeth—you couldn’t not allow him to. besides, you were also close, and he knew it.
you both were grinding against each other for even more friction. your clit accidentally made contact with the base of his cock, and you couldn’t stop your hips from rubbing against him, while his hips were rutting against you like an animal in heat. you bit down on your bottom lip hard enough to draw blood, brain fuzzy, and walls clenching around his dick. you nodded your head vigorously, digging your nails into his chest.
“be a good boy, and cum inside me.”
and without a second thought, he was releasing his hot seed inside of you with a choked out whine. his thrusts never stopped. he wanted your pussy to milk every last drop. you joined him, your own orgasm taking course. it made you feel dizzy, your vision went white, and your mouth was slightly agape; only the sounds of his grunts and your pretty moans could be heard. you thought this was the hardest orgasm you’ve ever had.
after what felt like twenty minutes of him releasing inside you, he finally stilled. he didn’t pull out of you just yet, reveling in the moment. you collapsed against his chest, both of you struggling to catch your breath. you planted a single kiss onto his chest, and his arms wrapped around you, pushing you flat against him.
“my good boy.”
he thought, maybe you should get jealous more often.
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