its ok if as long as it's not inside, right? ᡣ anal + toys ᡣ backshots ᡣ cuddlefuck ᡣ this ᡣ riding ᡣ deeeeep breeding ᡣ (tw) ghostface ᡣ somno ᡣ stuck! ᡣ fingering both holes
pussy eating ᡣ eating you out ᡣ jerking off to you ᡣ toys ᡣ riding ᡣ public sex ᡣ pounding + hair pulling ᡣ hole swap ᡣ groping + rough sex ᡣ 69 ᡣ pussy eating ᡣ the condom broke!
kisses between thrusts ᡣ he won't let you play your game... ᡣ doggy position ᡣ titty fuck ᡣ dryhumping ᡣ thigh fucking ᡣ more thigh fucking ᡣ reverse cowgirl ᡣ ripping your panties
somno pt. ii ᡣ cuddles ᡣ fingering ᡣ this ᡣ mutual masturbation ᡣ more fingering ᡣ tummy bulge ᡣ using you as stress relief after work ᡣ princess treatment ᡣ riding and breeding ᡣ new position ᡣ anal
⚚ when higuruma’s boss called him late notice, and told him he had a case that would last twelve days, he nearly ripped his own hair out. how the hell would he survive being away from you for that long? he didn’t even like taking too long using the bathroom for fucks sake, always afraid of missing any word you said.
at some point he started a habit of taking you in there with him, making you sit on the sink and continue your yap sessions while he did what he needed to. part of him seriously thought about stuffing you in his briefcase to come along whenever work called.
many of your friends were concerned with how clingy he was.. and the amount of aggression he’d show when he couldn’t be, but you quickly waved them off. higuruma just loved you so much! maybe a lot more than the average person should, but you didn’t mind it, which is why you always rushed to his defense.
higuruma was flattered you were so protective of him, but your friends really weren’t wrong to be worried, he was downright obsessed with you. everyone could see it but you.
guilt washed over him constantly— here you were thinking he was the best boyfriend in the world, but mostly the guy was just a selfish over thinker. what if someone tried taking his place beside you while it was empty?
oh helllll no.
“aht keep your hands off baby,” his low voice was soothing but it had a slight sternness to it. your legs wrapped around his waist while you were pinned in a mating press, forced to feel every inch of him.
“if you push me again, ‘m gonna have to spank my princess. y’want that angel? hmm?”
you started drooling when your eyes locked on his droopy ones, he hadn’t stopped staring and it was driving you quite insane. you couldn’t stop your hands that instinctively started pushing him again, “ngh- hiro! n..need you s’bad!”
the smack that followed was loud, and your clit was stinging before you could even process what had happened. “cmonn pretty don’t be bad please, i leave soon. please?”
something about his begging had your walls squeezing him even more. higuruma leaned down, tucking his head into your neck to the point his lips grazed your ear.
you were babbling a bunch of nonsense but it sounded damn near poetic to him. he could listen to you for hours.
“daddy’s gonna miss you soo much princess. s..so much-” his whispers slowly turned into whimpers, every sound only pushed you further over the edge. “w..will you miss me? tell me please, need to hear you..”
“im g..gonna- mm- miss you too! always miss youuu!” you couldn’t believe you were slurring out words like this. and it was even harder to believe that he actually understood them.
his free hand crept down your thigh— only stopping once it got to your foot, kissing the heel before putting your white toes to his lips.
he was silent aside from a few grunts, and when higuruma got quiet it never meant anything good. it meant he was up to something.
the man started thinking about not pulling out. the thought came on a whim and it kept growing the more he looked at your fucked out face.
would you be mad? maybe try to leave him? well, its not like he’d ever let you do a silly thing like that.
he couldn’t have you going anywhere, or ever try to walk out on him. you’d already agreed to be his forever, what’s the harm in a little extra precaution? you did always love nanami’s kids..
“need to m..make you a mama, yeah? get you all filled with my babies, walking ‘round with that belly, showing everybody you’re mine- shit shit.” you nearly cut the circulation off in his shaft when you heard his words.
he chuckled low and rubbed your pudge, imagining all the ways your body would fill in while carrying part of him. “i see my pretty pussy likes the idea… now 'm just waiting on my pretty girl.”
when he slapped your thigh you knew he wanted an answer. in an instant you nodded mindlessly— not caring much about anything besides his tip that brushed against your womb. or the fat thumb that circled your clit with purpose. “ohhh my goshh yes! i want it, want my baby, pleasee!”
firefighter!toji who wants to start a family with you. corporate!reader. slight belly būlge. brēeding kiñk. married!toji & reader. māting press. mommy/daddy kiñk (slight?). @satoyesha
firefighter!toji fushiguro who really wants to knock you up and start a family with you…
firefighter!toji who sinks into you and releases a guttural moan. you clamp around him, sweet slick coating his dick as he bottoms out, thick and mean tip kissing your cervix. his head is in your shoulders as he further folds you into a mating press; plush legs thrown over his shoulders, and one of his hands placed on the side of your head, the other gripping your hips.
firefighter!toji who leaves a trail of open-mouthed kisses across the line of your jaw and down your neck, panting into your ear about how good you suck him in, and how pretty you were under him. he picks up the pace, allowing him to pull all the way out leaving only his tip in, before bottoming back out, basking in the sweet sounds of your moans and your pussy greedily slurping him back in.
"fu-fuck, i wanna— wanna make you mine forever," he moans into your neck, and you can't help but clench around him because of his words and his choice of tone. "wan' you to have my b-babies. make me a daddy," his eyes are rolling to the back of his head from just how good the pleasure is and how good he's hitting it, and your moans don't make it any better. the sound of your sweet nothings makes his dick pulsate inside you, and he fears he may cum way earlier than expected from just that. "y-yeaah? y'wanna make me a daddy?"
firefighter!toji who gets turned on by the concept of making you a mommy. the thought of you swollen, walking around with a ring on your finger and a baby in your stomach only furthered the illustrious desire of making you his. there's nothing better than leaving a mark on you—and toji loves a good one.
"you gonna be a good mommy f'me?" he's pushing your legs to your chest, squishing your tits together as he greedily slams his thick cock into you, delighting in the soft protruding in your stomach. he chuckles breathlessly as he watches you squirm around and mumble a feral and breathy 'yesyesyes,' nodding frantically with glossy eyes as you practically beg him to fill you up. "please— o-oh— l'me fill you up. promise to be the best daddy ever, 'kay?"
firefighter!toji who's so close, and he could feel that you were too. you were more wet than usual, feeling himself slip and slide easier than the beginning, and he smiles to himself. "you close, baby? can feel it." you stare at him with big glossy eyes and slick, kiss-swollen parted lips, too fucked-out to even respond. all you can do is moan and mewl at the way his cock stretches you so good, and promise him that you'll let him fill you up.
"you wan' me t'pull out, i will," both his hands are on your hips now, dragging you back onto his dick? making sure every inch is stuffed inside you. "b-but—haah—you wan' me to cum inside… say it, baby." you weren't even sure his words completely registered in your brain, but you were so far out into space that your mouth and body responded faster than your brain. because the minute you mouth and whimper a 'inside,' you both finally cum.
firefighter!toji who paints your walls white, hot and sticky cum filling you up to the brim, with some excess spitting out the sides. he leaned down to entrap you in a wet kiss, moaning gutturally into your mouth as he feels you spasm around his cock, forming a thicker ring of cream around his base.
"f-fuck…" he pants, still bottomed out in you. he sees your expression, eyes looking down to where you both were connected, seeing the slight bulge in your stomach from how deep he was in you and the sheer amount of cum he's poured into you. yet still, toji still wanted more. his hips began to move softly, jerking slightly when you let out a small mewl.
"don't think t-that was enough, mama… one more, please? jus' one more, and i swear i'll be done, 'kay?"
kissing toji after pretending to swallow ❤︎ ⋮ requested
your throat is still raw and your lips are still wet and you can taste him, the whole mess of it, the cum he shoved down your tongue like he expected you to swallow on command, and you let him think you did, you even swallowed air just to fake the motion because you knew—god, you knew—he’d sit back all smug like yeah, that’s right, good girl, finally learning.
“c’mere,” he mutters, voice thick with the afterglow of getting his dick sucked, and you almost laugh, because he’s so sure. so certain. so fucking cocky.
and you climb into his lap with that secret sitting heavy on your tongue, warm and salty and thick, and he’s already giving you that look, the one that says he thinks he owns the room and your body and your next three breaths.
you kiss him once, soft, pretending to be all dazed and fucked-out, and he smirks into it, totally unaware that you’re hiding his own cum in your mouth like a weapon.
and then you open wider.
and give it back to him.
you spill his cum straight into his mouth, hot and messy, and he goes still—so still—like his brain just blue-screened because he thought he knew what you were capable of and apparently he absolutely fucking did not.
his whole body goes rigid under yours. not disgust, not shock—no, worse, interest. genuine, bone-deep, hungry interest, like you just unlocked a new level he didn’t know you had the guts to reach. his tongue meets it first, then his breath stutters, and then he actually groans into your mouth, this low gravel sound that hits you right between the legs.
“ohhh fuck,” he laughs, low and rough, dragging the sound right against your lips, “so that’s what you were saving.”
and then his hand is on your face—big and warm, taking up half your cheek—tilting your jaw open wider like he wants to check how much of his cum you kept for him, like he wants to see the proof.
“you little liar,” he murmurs, thumb sliding across your chin and catching a drip before pushing it right back into your mouth, “pretendin’ you swallowed. when you were holding all my cum in your cheeks like a greedy little brat.”
your thighs shake, which is humiliating because he notices instantly.
“didn’t know you were into that,” he says, dragging you into another kiss, deeper this time, filthier, like he’s trying to lick the truth out of your mouth. “but fuck, sweetheart… you should’ve told me sooner.”
he kisses you again, deeper, filthier, licking his own cum off your tongue like it’s dessert, like he wants every leftover drop.
you gasp into it; he tightens his grip on your jaw—not painful, just firm enough to make you feel owned and angles your head exactly how he wants you.
and then he taps two fingers under your chin, lifting your face like he’s choosing whether to be nice or mean about it, and spoiler: he’s not choosing nice.
“you better do that again,” he whispers against your lips, voice all wrecked and hungry. “next time you hold my cum in your mouth, you bring it straight back to me. don’t waste a single drop.”
౨ৎ — after you let it slip that the vibrator you just bought can’t get you off, bsf satoru gojo is more than happy to help || MDNI, smut. 1.6K words
inspo from this post by @blkkizzat. love her sexy brain.
there’s nothing quite as thrilling as having the man you told your exes not to worry about perched right between your legs.
you lie on your bed, naked from the waist down while your best friend sits fully clothed and examines your vibrator like he wishes he had a microscope to give him a better look.
he moves it from one hand to the next, the very picture of indifference when he switches it on.
satoru shakes his head when the toy quickly spurs to life and fills the room with it’s constant hum, “there’s no way wanted to throw this away,” he starts “seems perfectly fine to me.”
your eyes narrow the tiniest bit.
“well, you're not the one who has to use it.” you grouse defensively.
and maybe you were a little more pent up than you thought, because the image of him doing just that starts to take shape. the man practically lives in sweats, so you’ve caught the print of his dick more times than you’d ever care to admit.
and in your mind’s eye, you can picture him rubbing the vibrator against his tip then all the down the thick veiny length. white lashes fluttering and neck muscles bulging as the vibrations made him twitch in need—
cerulean eyes flicker to yours, and satoru smiles like he knows exactly what you're thinking. slow, full of teeth and boyishly sexy.
“you’re totally thinking about me using it, aren’t you?”
you forcibly expel the image away with a shake of your head.
“you wish,” you smack his arm a little too hard, and it has him groaning between a chuckle. ignoring the flush in your cheeks, you raise an eyebrow at him, “i still can't believe you offered to do this by the way.”
“i can’t believe you agreed,” he quips just as quickly and well…fair enough. because you couldn’t either.
satoru readjusts so he’s on his knees and dips his head, his eyes following the length of your body until they land right between your legs.
you watch them dilate until only a thin ring of blue remains, and the longer he stares, the more heat rushes south. cool air feathers over your cunt and the achy tease of it, coupled with the weight of his rapt attention, have your legs trying to close again.
satoru doesn't let you get far though. he grumbles his disapproval, freehand spanning over the plush flesh of your thigh and spreading you open again.
“don’t go shy on me now.”
your hips shift a little. “you’re staring.”
he huffs out a laugh, hand spasming over soft skin, “can you blame me?” he asks with a good helping of reverence and not a lick of denial in the question.
his eyes never stray away and fuck, you don’t even think he’s blinking.
“almost want to take my time with how pretty she is,” his chest rises with a deep inhale, like he’s trying to breathe you in. “wet too.”
one look at your face lets him know that you would walk out if he tried, and he has to stifle a grin.
“maybe next time,” he decides, and when he sees you about to tell him there won't be a “next time”, he lifts the vibrator and presses the tip of it against your clit.
and for someone who claimed it didn’t work, the effect it has on you is intense. your breath hitches, body bucking up, and he groans at the sight of your tits bouncing under your shirt.
he nearly dropped to his knees in anguish when you refused to take it off, but the way your nipples stiffen under the fabric almost makes it worth it.
“oh shit,” the moan draws his attention away from your chest, and he tucks his bottom lip between his teeth at the fucked-out look on your face.
satoru drags the silicone toy along your slit, and while glittery wetness immediately drenches it, it’s not nearly enough.
so he rears back and draws his cheeks in. when his lips part, a fat blob of spit splatters onto your clit. your hips pitch and the mess drips all the way down to your ass.
satoru watches your head roll against your pillow. hair splaying out messily and eyes a little too glassy, “toru,”
“too pretty for your own good, ” he husks quietly. as if it was only meant for his ears.
he presses himself against your thigh. cock thick and hard as it strains under his jeans, and you clench around nothing. suddenly painfully empty.
with how easy it is for satoru to map your reactions, someone would think this wasn’t the first time the two of you were doing this. it's like he can sense what you need long before you do. so, when your lips part to beg him for something your mind can barely string together, he's already nudging the vibrator against your entrance and slowly pushing it inside.
he pumps it in and out of you in deep, teasingly slow strokes that make it impossible to bite back your moans.
they sound embarrassing to your ears. all too high some moments and wavering into soundless gasps in others, but satoru clearly doesn't share the sentiment. he grinds his cock against your thigh harder, and it pulses with each sound that pours out your mouth. he feels them wash over his back and light up the base of his spine in a white-hot beam.
“you’re so fucking hot,” the vibrator is turned up a couple notches, and you freeze when you feel it.
you’re close.
a broken gasp escapes, then you react how you always do.
you run from it.
panicked and restless when your hips shift back and each pulse has you squirming.
you only get far enough to make an inch of the dildo slip out before a hand curls around your waist and holds you in place.
“where are you going?” gojo tilts his head at you and you think his eyes are the brightest you’ve ever seen them.
slowly, something clicks into place behind them, and a huff of laughter bubbles out.
“wait…don’t tell me you're a runner,” he's so tickled you're tempted to hit him again. but it's impossible to do anything but jerk when he plunges the toy to the hilt again. “well shit, baby, no wonder you thought it was broken.”
his eyes crinkle at the corners, and you would’ve found his wide grin cute if he didn't turn the intensity all the way up.
he lets the toy buzz inside of you and when you recoil, both hands grip your hips and swiftly tug you back.
“nuh uh, we can’t have you running away when you’re so close.”
“f-fuck, i can’t,” you whine. head shaking from side to side, and he coos.
“of course you can, pretty,” satoru drapes his body over yours, one burly thigh snug between your legs to keep the toy in place. and to keep grinding against your soft thighs.
“you’re doing so much better already,” he murmurs quietly, hips already moving against you. “just need me to hold you down and make you take it, hm?”
he phrases that like a question but slants his lips over yours to muffle your answer. satoru groans into your mouth, tongue swirling around yours and teeth sinking into your bottom lip.
your fingers twist into the sheets, clutching at them as if they would ground you. it proves useless because the filth coming out satoru’s mouth is clearly trying to leave you wrecked by the end of this.
“god, the sounds you make around fake cock,” he grunts against your jaw, hips shuttering for a moment before rutting harder. “should’ve—shit—just offered you the real thing.”
arousal pools around the vibrator to drip down onto the sheets below and it takes everything to keep your eyes from rolling backwards.
“oh my god,” you whimper, and he licks up the seam of your lips.
“be a good girl and stop holding back. let yourself feel it,” your hips roll upwards and his chest rumbles with a sound that doesn’t even sound human anymore. “yeah, there you go, fuck yourself on it.”
he was delirious. blabbering almost as much as you were, but at least he was halfway coherent. your limbs seal around him. legs coiling tight around his trim waist and hands sneaking under his shirt to scratch at his back.
your nails must dig in a little too deeply because a hiss is punctured against your lips. you draw back, scared you hurt him, and he shakes his head.
“do it again,” he pleads. palming your clothed tit. “like you mean it this time.”
a shocked huff leaves you, “jesus, you’re insane.”
the unhinged laugh that echoes through your room only proves your point, but you oblige. your nails rake over his muscled back, and the sound he makes makes your clit pulse.
“oh, c’mon baby harder,” you cut into skin, and he chokes. “ah—fuck yes!”
satoru doesn’t bother holding himself up anymore. he just lets all his weight bear down on you, basically trapping you under him.
he drops his head to the swell of your breast, and your back bows when he latches onto your nipple through your shirt, sucking it into his mouth and wetting the fabric.
“cum for me,” he hums against the peak when you tense under him.
you have a brief moment of panic when your breath gets stuck somewhere in your chest. it wracks with a broken sob, and even when you go limp with your release, the vibrations between your legs don’t stop.
satoru shudders not long after you. moaning between your breasts while his cum makes a mess of his briefs. it spurts onto material in thick pulses and you swear you feel it on your skin. warm, sticky and sleek.
he stays on you for a second longer, then lifts himself onto his elbows so he doesn’t accidentally smother you.
it’s only when he slides the vibrator out that air returns to your lungs. tension leaves your body and your spine loosens again.
your eyes flit over to him and they bulge when you see him raise the toy to his mouth. glossy lips wrapping around the silicone, as he sucks your arousal and cum off of it.
the slurping noise he makes while he keeps his eyes on yours has liquid heat building up in your belly again, so intense it’s like you didn’t cum seconds ago. he releases it from his mouth with a pop and grins widely.
“see? works perfectly.”
you had a total psycho for a best friend, and whatever craze that infected him had to be spreading. because when he parts your legs again, murmuring something about making you squirt with round two…
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ᘏ toji's virgin gf who gets off from sucking his cock
tw. oral (m rec.), masturbation (f). mdni.
when toji taught you how to suck his cock, it was more out of pity and a touch of exasperation than a selfish quest for pleasure due to how you wouldn't stop rambling on and on about the guilt you felt when he would spend literal hours with his head buried between your thighs, worshipping you till you were crying from the overstimulation and physically trying to wrestle him off of you and you were unable to return the favour.
what he didn't expect, however, was just how much you'd grow to love the feeling of having your pretty mouth wrapped around his girth.
but now, with you suckling all eager and sweet on the leaking head of his cock with soft little moans spilling from your throat and around his dick, toji realizes that maybe it wasn't all just about returning the favour anymore.
"you like that, baby ?" he grunts, his voice laboured with pleasure as he wraps a secure hand in your hair to abet the inexperienced bobbing of your head as you try to fit more of him down your throat.
"mmhm." you respond, absently, pulling briefly off of him with a lewd pop! to stroke his cock with practiced little twists of your fist, just like he taught you.
"love it sooo much" you add, staring straight into in his eyes with a conviction that has him twitching indecently hard within your grip, before you start kitten licking your way down his shaft again.
"fuck— oh yeah ! that's a good—good girl."
you suck him off the best you can, your eyes fluttering shut in wanton bliss as your tongue traces along each bulging vein wrapped tight around his girth with every filthy bob of your head.
toji didn't even realize when your moans transformed into the prettiest, most needy whines he'd ever heard, his hips bucking into your throat earnestly from the added vibrations.
"look at you moaning with nothing but a mouth full of cock. such a dirty little girl— fuck" he marvels before his words taper off into a rough groan when you drag your tongue, all slow and filthy, across the pre-cum slicked head of his shaft.
the heavy pressure of toji's cock stretching your mouth and the way he seems to throb in your grip with each grunt of pleasure rumbling out of his chest only serve to make the ache between your legs grow unbearable. and you slip a discreet hand into your panties, the lace between your thighs now soaked through with need, as you rub your clit in feverish little circles.
the increase in pitch of your whines around him make toji's eyes snap open, his cock jerking violently against your tongue with excitement when he realizes the depravity of your actions.
"holy shit—! baby, are you —? are you fuckin getting yourself off from—from sucking my dick ?"
you hum briefly in acknowledgement, too far gone to feel any sense of shame as your fingers speed up between your shaking thighs, your pussy practically drooling with a slutty amount of slick.
toji's hips buck into your mouth with a final thrust, his moans growing deep and bassy as his cock spills into your mouth with thick, creamy bursts of cum which have you struggling not to gag with the sheer amount of release flooding your mouth.
you pop off of him and swallow obediently, opening your mouth to show off how you'd been a good little girl for him and his cock twitches with renewed interest as he groans, almost in frustration, "virgins, yeah ? you guys should come with a fucking warning label."
"now, let's take care of that needy little pussy, hm ?"
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h. higuruma struggles to find condoms his size . . 18+
hiromi stands in the aisle of the late-night pharmacy, fluorescent lights buzzing overhead, open for access 24/7.
the shelf in front of him is stocked with every size the store carries— small, regular, large, even the so-called “magnum” packs that promise extra room. he’s already torn open two different boxes in the last month, tried them on in the dim light of his bathroom, and watched the latex stretch thin and tight across the thick head of his cock before it started to roll back or tear at the base.
neither felt safe. neither felt right.
he’s not vain about it. never has been. but the reality is inconvenient as hell. he’s pushing forty soon, still hard more nights than not, still wakes up aching with morning wood that demands attention, still finds himself gripping the shower wall while he strokes himself slow and deliberate because the need never really quiets down.
hiromi likes sex. needs it, really rough if you will. slow, drawn-out sessions that leave both him and you wrecked. and he likes coming inside, deep, feeling the way a body clenches around him when he fills it up. condoms are non-negotiable, though. he’s careful. always has been.
but the standard large barely covers half his length before it starts constricting like a rubber band. the magnums give him maybe an extra inch of breathing room at the head, but the shaft still feels strangled, the ring digging in until it leaves faint red marks that sting for hours after. he’s jerked off into too many of them just to test, watching the tip balloon out while the middle stays painfully tight, until he gave up and came on his stomach instead, frustrated and half-hard even after.
tonight he grabs the biggest pack they have anyway—black wrapper, gold lettering, “extra large” in bold like it’s supposed to be impressive. he pays in cash, no eye contact with the bored cashier, and walks the three blocks back to his apartment with the bag swinging against his thigh.
door locked, lights low, he strips down in the bedroom without ceremony. sits on the edge of the mattress, thighs spread, cock already thickening from the anticipation of relief. he tears the foil with his teeth, rolls the condom down slow and careful. the latex stretches over the swollen head, flares wide, then fights him the rest of the way. by the time he reaches the base it’s so tight he can see the veins standing out sharper under the thin barrier, feel the pulse restricted just enough to make every throb ache a little more.
he wraps a hand around himself, tests a single stroke. the drag is wrong—too much friction at the root, not enough give at the crown. he hisses through his teeth, low and irritated. pumps again, harder, chasing some kind of satisfaction, but the constriction only makes him leak more, precum beading at the tip and pooling inside the reservoir until it looks obscene.
he imagines someone else’s mouth instead.
warm, wet, no barriers. imagines sinking in deep until his hips meet soft skin, no rubber choking him, just heat and slick and the way a throat would flutter around his girth. his hand speeds up, rougher now, twisting at the head where the condom bunches awkwardly. his abs tighten, breath coming shorter. he’s close already, embarrassingly fast, because the pressure is too much and not enough all at once.
when he comes it’s with a choked grunt, hips jerking up into his fist. thick ropes spill into the tip, stretching the latex even further until it sags heavy and full. he milks himself through the aftershocks, slow pulls that make his thighs shake, until he’s spent and softening inside the too-small prison.
he peels it off carefully, ties it off, tosses it in the trash. stares at the mess on his palm, the faint red line still circling the base of his cock like a brand. his breathing evens out, but the frustration lingers, sharp and familiar.
he’ll order custom ones online tomorrow. again. because jerking off alone gets old, and he’s tired of settling for half-measures when all he wants is to bury himself deep in someone willing and feel every inch without anything holding him back, without getting one pregnant.
