not realizing you’re talking to your ex-boyfriend!sukuna while drunk !
you were way too drunk and the sigma chi house was spinning.
the music thumped through the walls and your head felt light and fuzzy, but you were smiling anyway, red cup dangling from your fingers as you leaned against the wall for balance. your friends had disappeared ages ago and you didn’t really mind.
that’s when you saw him.
tall. pink hair. tattoos crawling up his arms. he looked really familiar but your drunk brain couldn’t connect the dots. you just knew he was stupidly hot standing there by the stairs with his arms crossed.
you stumbled over with a bright smile.
“hi,” you said, voice soft and sweet. “you have the prettiest eyes. like… scary pretty.”
sukuna looked down at you and his eyebrow raised, but he didn’t move away. the corner of his mouth twitched like he was trying not to smile.
“yeah?” he asked, voice low.
you nodded, stepping closer until you were leaning into his space. he smelled so good. warm and a little sweet, just like someone you used to know.
“mhm. my ex had eyes like yours,” you mumbled, resting your forehead against his arm because the room wouldn’t stop tilting. “he was mean looking but really nice to me. i miss him a lot actually.”
sukuna stayed quiet, one big hand coming up to steady you by the waist so you wouldn’t fall.
you kept talking, words spilling out easily now that someone was listening.
“we broke up because i thought he didn’t care enough but… he used to do the sweetest things. like bringing me coffee before class or letting me play with his hair even when he acted all tough about it.” you sighed softly. “i think i messed up. i still wear his hoodie to sleep sometimes.”
his grip on your waist tightened just a little.
“you’re drunk,” he murmured.
“super drunk,” you agreed with a little laugh, tilting your head up to look at him again. “but i mean it. he was the best. made me feel safe even when he was quiet and scary. you kinda look like him, it’s weird.”
sukuna let out a quiet breath that sounded almost like a laugh. he guided you through the crowd with a hand on your lower back, taking you upstairs without saying much. you didn’t even question it. his room felt familiar but everything was blurry.
he sat you on the edge of his bed and grabbed a bottle of water, crouching down in front of you so you could drink it. his hand rested gently on your knee the whole time.
“you’re really nice,” you whispered, eyes half closed. “my ex was nice like this too. when nobody else was looking.”
he didn’t answer right away. just brushed some hair out of your face with careful fingers and helped you lie down. when you reached out and grabbed his hand he paused.
“stay?” you asked softly.
sukuna sighed, but it was the soft kind. he sat on the edge of the bed and let you keep holding his hand, thumb rubbing slow circles over your knuckles while you drifted off.
“yeah,” he said quietly, watching you fall asleep in his bed again. “i’m not going anywhere.”
using the replica dildo your nsfw content mutual!gojo satoru gifted you on stream. part one + inspo ask
ever since you’ve received that stupid gift from satoru, he hasn’t left you alone. constantly asking if the quality of silicone was that of a good quality. and asking if it felt like the real thing — a subtle hint of ‘did it feel like my dick?’.
but the truth is, you haven’t used it — you couldn’t even fathom the thought of how something so big could possibly fit inside of you.
“sooo… how’d it feel, hmm?!” satoru says over the phone, and you could practically hear the smile he’s biting back as your eyes flicker over to the hyper-realistic dildo.
it’s almost scary how similar the replica is to the videos of himself on twitter. the texture of the silicone is soft to touch, representing a faux skin. even the girth of the toy is surrealistic — the way your able to curl your hands around it, and squeeze it as the skin around it wrinkles in just the way satoru’s does when he’s fisting his dick on live.
“i already told you, toru.” you pan your attention back to the conversation. “i will not be putting that monstrous thing inside of me.” you reach a hand towards your phone, watching satoru’s lips curl downwards into that signature pout of his.
“monstrous?! you’re so mean.” he sighs, “thought you wanted a gift straight from japan, something you could even put to good use.” you watch his lips follow his words as he rambles on. his gorgeous, feathered eyelashes batting with each blink he takes, and the way his bottom lip is glossed over with a coat of his saliva.
satoru’s beauty always made you question how such a pretty face could be carrying something so, deadly within their pants. and you’d be lying to yourself if you said the thought of using the dildo never cross your mind at least thrice.
“not monstrous in a bad way, just you know…” you add to satoru’s mini yap-session. “this thing is way bigger than it looks on camera. if i put this inside of me, i’d probably die.” you say in an a way that left you speechless which earned a chuckle out of satoru.
“you’re not gonna die, we have infinite compatibility.” he grins, revealing the dimple at the corner of his mouth. “compatibility, or not it’s still gonna hurt like hell.” you reply, though there’s a little pause.
just a beat of silence before satoru responds. “should i fly over there and just give you the real thing instead?”
his tone is playful, but there’s a linger that makes it feel heavier than it should have. the kinda feeling that makes your stomach fill with warmth. “w— what, toru?! stay where you are!” you stutter out, a little flustered because he’s stupidly persistent and annoyingly bold.
—
and now you can’t help but wonder — what if satoru had flown to your city. what if your first taste of satoru’s dick didn’t have to be the replica he sent, but the real him… wondering just how warm your bodies would feel against each other. how, if it was too much, would he praise you through it? or would he accidentally bottom-out inside you?
a connection shared between you two in which a piece of silicone could never replicate.
so maybe that explains why you’re active at such an abnormal time — logged into your onlyfans during past hours, disregarding the posting schedule you had planned for unreleased content as you hit the ‘go live now’ button.
you rarely go live after midnight. and the one thing you didn’t expect was for your subscribers to be so active after midnight as the view count doubled, and tripled over the span of minutes.
though this wasn’t an ordinary live — no, this one was different. your setup was slightly ajar, as if you were in some sort of rush. you didn’t even use your camera display, instead you used some cheap tripod you found lying around your room and connected your phone to it.
the quality of your phone in dim lighting wasn’t the best, but at least your body’s still clear enough on the camera. you’re in nothing, but a thin-cottoned tank top and panties. your back against the mattress, thighs parted with your knees tucked towards your chest and the tripod is held between your thighs. exposing the damp spot of fabric practically molded onto the mounds of your lips.
it was honestly pathetic how wet you could get from just a few thoughts of delusion. inappropriately thinking of all the ways you’d take satoru at any time, and place. how knowingly he’d come running like a dog if you’d just say the word.
but you don’t have to say the words — not when satoru’s almost instantly pressing on the onlyfans notification with your username titled in bold.
“freakenuinelyy/n is now live!”
his screen being met with your body on full display during his lecture. he isn’t even in a moral environment to be watching something, so explicit as he makes his way to the nearest bathroom in the building.
and as unusual as it is for you to go live during the middle of the day in satoru’s timezone — he’s never missed a stream of you a day in his life.
satoru watches you through his screen. watching the way you tease yourself through those dangerously thin panties, as your fingers rub over your clothed clit. he loved hearing the soft moans escape from your lips whenever you’d touch yourself, it made the blood flow straight to his dick immediately.
you were like an addictive drug to him as he fumbled around to get himself free from out of his pants. mumbling under his breath once he began stroking himself to you, imagining just how perfectly you’d take him. how fucking beautiful you’d look underneath him while being stretch out by his dick.
he’d watch you tug your panties to the side, pupils blown as he focus on how soaked you were. like you’ve been edging yourself all day just to find relief at the end. satoru groaned at the sight of your hole clenching around nothing, practically begging to be stuffed as he squeezes his cock harder with a pleasurable wince.
your fingers graze over your clit, dipping down to where you’re soaked before gliding your index and middle finger through your slit with a moan as you bit down on your lip. that’s satoru’s favourite part because whenever your fingers dip down and disappear into that tiny hole, he can’t help but replace your fingers with the image of his cock sliding in.
he watches as he fists himself, biting back noises before realizing that your fingers never once dipped inside your pussy. instead you’re reaching for lube, and drizzling it messily over yourself as it drips down the inside of your thighs down the crevices of other areas.
a part of him is hoping that you reach for the gift he sent you, and not some other random subscriber’s gift. satoru wrapped his fingers around the base of his shaft, practically strangling it as he pauses his movements in anticipation. feeling the circulation slowly cut off, making him more sensitive as he watches you pull a dildo into the frame.
his dildo. the dildo he shamelessly begged you to use even though you’ve repeatedly told him no. “well, fuck me…” satoru let out a breathlessly chuckle, and threw his head back against the wall behind him as his dick involuntarily twitched in his hand.
this reality felt a little different than how he’d imagined it. his jaw tightened as he watched you glide the silicone between your folds, watching the way your slick coated the length, and how’d he wished it were him.
the size difference drove him absolutely insane, he even started to understand why you thought it wouldn’t fit as his eyes drifted towards the comments.
@torusthroatgoat: no fucking way that things gonna fit
@iswalakum: i’ve never seen dildo look THAT realistic before
@oggoonetter: wait … why’s that dildo look so familiar ??
@dilftojiidk: if you can take that like a champ, let me gift you something even better
@463352cs: is that theblueeyedgoat’s dick ???
satoru closes the comment tab while groaning, before he’s getting numerous notifications from twitter of people tagging him under your page.
“@theblueeyedgoat, @freakenuinelyy/n is using a dildo that looks similar to your dick?!?!!”.
the parasocial subscribers are going crazy. but nothing’s crazier than the jealous pit lodged at the bottom of satoru’s stomach. the way he watches you dip the head of dildo near your entrance, and hears the way you whine at the first attempt to push it in? he’s losing it.
satoru didn’t expect to feel a sense of inferiority… no, he thought watching you struggle to take his dick would be the best thing life had to offer, but that was completely wrong. he’d made the the biggest mistake of his life. and now he’s stuck paying the price — watching you gain pleasure from something that he should’ve tasted for himself.
the camera is shaking as you’re pushing the tip of the dildo against your entrance, struggling to fit the silicone inside. it’s too big, and you can already feel the stretching burn every time you push it deeper.
you’re cursing under your breath, small whimpers falling from your lips as you go for another attempt. this time more assertive than last as you gnaw at your bottom lip, feeling the slow, aching burn stretch you open as the head finally disappears inside of you.
there’s a strained lump in your throat that makes you swallow down hard because there’s no way you’re taking satoru’s ‘dick’ right now, in-front of thousands of people. and within those thousands of people there’s a certain someone watching… locked in a campus bathroom stall with his pants dropped to his ankles and a hand desperately fisting at his cock.
he’s watching you fuck yourself with the dildo he made you — the dildo he replicated just for you and yet he’s gritting his teeth, and tightening his jaw out of pure jealousy.
the way you’re so visibly tight around the silicone. how your breathing staggers each time you push and pull another inch of the toy in and out of you. even how you’re able to accommodate the size of something that looked physically impossible to handle.
it should’ve been satoru inching his way into you — he should’ve been the one splitting you open on his cock. you were supposed to be the one clawing your nails into the flesh of his back, while he felt you struggle to take him as he cooed you through the pain of it all.
or… that’s what he thinks should’ve happened instead of gifting you that stupid, fucking dildo he’s basically been cucking himself with as he watched the way your hole devoured the silicone repeatedly through the screen. thinking about how warm, and tight your insides would be while milking his dick for all he’s worth before he’s shooting a heavy load into the palm of his hand with a desperate groan escaping his throat.
satoru watches as you’re still rearranging your insides on screen while he’s still pulsing out ropes of cum, before he’s opening the chat box again. this time tapping his fingers against his screen.
“theblueeyedgoat has tipped $2000.”
and there’s a message sent along with the donation.
“you’re taking me so good princess. think ya’ can handle the real thing too?”
part three here
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you wake up at the feeling of tiny, sticky hands pulling at your cheeks. letting out a soft hum, opening your eyes slowly to find the cutest little face in front of you, smiling brightly
“morning’, mommy!” he chirps, flashing you his baby teeth.
“mmm, good morning, baby” you murmur sleepily, hand going to his face, brushing his messy bed hair off his forehead, “you are up early today,”
“yeah! i dreamed about you!” he excitedly tells you as you slowly sit on the bed, pulling your son into your lap
“yeah? about what?”
before your son can even open his mouth, a low grunt made both of you turn your heads to the other side of the bed to see a tuft of pink hair buried face down on the pillows, a muscular, tattoed arm emerging from the covers to settle heavily around your stomach.
“s’too fucking early for this,” your husband mutters under his breath, eyes still squeezed shut.
you swat at his arm, a smile tugging at your lips the moment yuuji starts giggling at his dad’s bad word. “ryo! language,” you scold softly and your husband finally opens his eyes slowly, squinting against the morning light.
“brat’s old enough, don’t you think?” sukuna asks, looking at his son, who only nods enthusiastically.
“yeah, mommy! i’m a big kid, i got 'munity to bad words!” your son puffs his chest proudly, tilting his chin up
sukuna flashes you a sleepy, loopsided smirk before closing his eyes again. this time, his arm raise from your stomach to tug at yuuji, making the little boy fall between the two of you.
“go back to sleep, brat. it’s saturday and too early to be up,” he says, his big hand covers his son’s face to force him to close his eyes and yuuji giggles, moving his face back and forth to escape his father’s grip.
“dad! i was going to tell mommy about my dream!” he whines, pouting but the little yawn that leaves his lips tells you he was ready for another hour or so of sleep.
“later, let your mom rest,” sukuna opens an eye to look at you, gesturing with his head for you to lie back down, “come here, ma. cuddle your husband and son,”
you let out soft laugh, lying on your side, soon feeling the weight of your husband’s arm around your waist, pulling you closer to him and the now sleepy yuuji tucked against his chest.
closing your eyes, you let out a dreamy sigh, falling back to sleep enveloped by the warmth of your two favorite boys.
If Yuji was asked to describe his girlfriend? There was only one way ⸻ pink, glittery, vanilla scented, pretty.
But don't be fooled. Most men would want a way out. Yuji does not. In fact, if he could be anywhere in the world, he'd choose to be with you.
He is exactly where he wants to be.
"Yuji?" You're sprawled on his bed, watching as he games. It's some dumb fighting game he'd insisted on buying.
"Hm?" He doesn't glance up from the console.
"Do you know where my lipgloss is?"
He immediately abandons his game, clocking into his boyfriend duties. "Which one?"
"The clear glittery one." You reply, watching as he searches the wrinkles in his duvet, under his pillows, the floor, his desk.
"Have you checked your bag?" He asks as he peers under the bed.
You glance towards your little pink handbag. "No." You frown. Reaching for the bag, you rummage around a bit. "Found it! Thank you, Yuji. You're the best."
He beams at the praise. "Of course, baby." He tosses himself down beside you, watching as you apply the lipgloss.
As the designated taste-tester, once you've coated your soft, juicy lips in shimmering gloss, he leans in, pressing his lips to yours.
You make a small whiney sound in the back of your throat. When he pulls back, your lips are pushed out into a pout.
He licks his lips. Vanilla flavoured. "10/10, baby." He says trying to go in for another taste.
"Stoppp," You giggle, pushing him back. The sound makes him smile.
He is absolutely, undeniably obsessed with you.
"Fine." He relents with a dramatic, mock sigh, rolling over theatrically.
"C'mere." You whine.
The second he rolls to face you, you're on top of him, your thighs on either side of his torso. His hands instinctively find your hips to hold you there. You take his face gently, holding his chin with one hand, as you lean closer, applying the shimmering gloss to his lips. Your breath mingles with his. Yuji stays perfectly still until you're done, then his tongue darts out to lick his glittery lips.
"Yuji!" You huff as he laps up the gloss off his lips. He grins up at you unapologetically.
"ryo. can't sleep," you whisper into your boyfriend's ear whose eyes are shut close under the comfort of your duvet. he was serious when he texted about coming over at this late hour just to sleep in your bed. been complaining about having trouble falling asleep lately too. along with his endless admissions how he sleeps better in your bed.
you on the other hand didn't expect his arrival at all. you've taken a short nap hours ago, woke up, took a shower, chugged half can of energy drink, and set up your study materials for an all-nighter for the upcoming exams.
so you really shouldn't bother him like this. when he arrived, he simply understood your plan for the rest of the night and promised he won't bother your studying session. he pecked your forehead and marched straight into you bedroom without another word.
not even an hour later, you saw how comfortable and cuddly and warm he looks on your bed, sleeping. effortlessly inviting you to come back to bed, how perfect would it be to slip under the covers and worm your way home against his chest. to make matters worse, resisting the imagination of his arms winding around your person was never your strongest trait.
he hums, stirred awake by your voice. he blindly reaches for your arm out of habit. "weren't you going to stay up?" he asks sleepily, the bed dips under his weight as he scoots over to make space.
"yeah but then you came and it's almost rude how comfy you look sleeping without me."
his arms around you tighten a fraction as he places a chaste kiss under your jaw, nuzzling into the crook of your neck as his breathing slows down again. "so sleep. we can study together at the library after class tomorrow."
you can do that. even if your brain is still wide awake from that one can you drink, you know a trick that can shut off your mind effectively. which is exactly what sukuna's doing right now, embracing you closely. corded arms around your torso. the warmth radiating off his body works like a lullaby every time.
"kinda unable to sleep right now though.."
"yeah no shit you drank a can." his palm moves in a circle across your spine. he's not opposed to you wanting to fall asleep with him.
in fact, he welcomes and prefers it because having you close all night always makes his sleep feel like a spiritual reset. "jus' close your eyes," he instructs. his own already sealed too. "count all the sheep in ya head."
you sigh and allow yourself to relax with images of sheep jumping over a fence in your head. with sukuna continuing rubbing your back.
10 sheep, 11 sheep, 12 sheep.. sukuna's sheep.. this is actually effective.
he observes the way your breath slows down, completely lax against him now, your eyelids drooping as seconds pass.
"how many sheep?"
you don't answer. well that was quick he thinks.
sukuna himself is one wink away from sleeping. he stops his movement altogether and lets darkness consume his sleep again, this time much better with you at his side.
pms? tender breasts? don't worry, your ꒰devoted꒱ boyfriend satoru gojo is happy to be your personal bra for the day ౨ৎ 1.1k
fluff ; crack ; suggestive art by @/Rezijellyfish0
It was a morning like any other.
You woke up curled right into your boyfriend Satoru Gojo's side, practically on top of him on the comfortable double bed. You didn't really have much room, not with his habit of lying down like a starfish, but you couldn't blame him – his long limbs just needed to take up all the space every night, and so you were forced to use your boyfriend as a pillow, of course.
Your favourite pillow.
You were awfully comfortable like this, nuzzling into his broad chest as the morning light started to bleed in through the half open window. Yes, so comfortable you could just drift away again... until.
Until those long limbs started to close in towards you.
That was another one of his morning habits, you see. Even for how spread out he liked to sleep, as soon as Satoru started to drift back into consciousness – you were the first thing he'd search for.
In his half asleep haze he closed his arms around you, squeezing you into him with all his might, letting out the most satisfied of hums. Not you, however – the sound that escaped your mouth was somewhere between a yelp and a cry for help.
"Baby?!" Satoru sprung into consciousness in a second. "What's wrong?!"
His bright blue eyes snapped open to see you pouting at him, hands over your already very sore breasts that he had painfully squeezed against his side. "Oh" he frowned, understanding. "It's that week, isn't it?"
You nodded slowly, letting Satoru manoeuvre you on your back so he could rest on his elbow next to you. When you first found out he was tracking your cycle you did call him a freak, but to be honest, it was worth it with how gentle he was with you now.
"Is it really bad?" he asked, tracing soft lines over your collarbone with his free hand. His touch was feather light, his hand apologising to your tender skin.
"It hurts" you exhaled, letting your head sink into the pillow with a long sigh. "They feel heavy"
"Heavy?" Satoru echoed, very obviously looking down to your chest. Naturally, you pinched him. "Ow! What was that for?"
"I'm in pain and you want to check if they're bigger?!" you growled, ready to throw a pillow right on his stupid white hair.
"No no no, you know I think they’re perfect” Satoru apologised immediately, peppering kisses all over your face. "It was for science only"
"Sure" you rolled your eyes, but you couldn't keep the angry act for long, not with your boyfriend's puppy dog eyes so close to your face.
"I mean it, I only want to help" he said, sitting up. And you did believe him – your boyfriend had been trying his best since he figured out how difficult pms was for you.
Last month, he even bought you a personalised hot water bottle with both your initials on it. Baby blue, of course.
You weren't sure who else would be confusing their hot water bottle for yours anyway, but its the gesture that counts.
"Come here baby, I'll help you up" he called to you with wide open arms, but as soon as he started to pull you up, you groaned again. "Is it that bad?" he grimaced, seeing your hands go back to holding onto your sore breasts.
Unfortunately, it was.
"It's ok" you tried to deflect, feeling bad for how worried he seemed. "You don't have to worry about m–"
"None of that" Satoru pouted. "Does that help?" he nodded to your hands, clearly some sort of plan starting to form in that head of his.
"Kind of" you replied, massaging yourself. "Should probably put on a bra" you sighed.
"In bed?!" Satoru shook his messy white hair side to side. "It's unfair" he completed solemnly. And you agreed with him.
But then he opened up his mouth again, with that tone he employed when he was going to suggest something... unusual.
"Why don't you...let me help?"
That made you stop halfway, turning up to look at him. "What do you mean?"
"Just… come here" he said, extending those pale fingers to you. You had one raised eyebrow, but let him do what he had intended – and soon his large palms were closing around your breasts.
"Pervert" you deadpanned.
"You said it helped!" he argued.
You took a moment, considering. You were very used to your boyfriend touching you everywhere, of course, but you had never seen him look so commited about it. It was almost endearing, in a kind of, um, odd way.
"So, what, you'll just be my personal bra today?" you teased.
"If you want me to" he nodded.
"Aren't your arms getting tired?" you narrowed your eyes at him.
"Baby, this is what I train for" he replied smugly.
You let out a little laugh, enjoying your boyfriend's silly plan and how serious he was about it. "You can't possibly keep this up" you joked.
"Wanna bet?"
You shouldn't have said yes. But of course you did.
The rest of the day was spent with Satoru glued to you – more so than usual. "You're enjoying this" you poked him as he stood with his chin on top of your head and his hands right where he promised they'd be, watching you make your morning coffee.
"You wound me, princess" he pretended to sigh. "This is for your own good"
Sure it was.
Later you sat down to watch TV, and Satoru placed you right on his lap, before his hands returned to your chest. "You're ridiculous" you laughed, his chin heavy on your shoulder this time and your back to his chest.
"Is it helping?" he asked.
In truth, it was. He was warm and soft and much more comfortable than a real bra; and walking around like you had been cursed into attachment was lifting your mood as much as it was annoying you too.
His eccentric ways were just one of the things you loved about your boyfriend, after all.
Of course, this all got a bit too ridiculous when you announced you were going to shower, and got followed by the white haired giant all the way into the bathroom. "You can't be serious" you looked up at him.
"I only want to hel–Ow! Ok, I'll be outside"
You laughed, seeing his pout as he closed the door behind him. It was adorable how devoted he was to this stupid plan – and you also couldn't deny you missed his loving touch as soon as he had let go of you.
Maybe he could help you shower too. He only wanted you to feel better, right?
"Satoru" you called, not even surprised when the door opened before you had even finished saying his name.
"Need me?" he grinned from ear to ear.
You would have pinched him again if he wasn't so damn adorable.
my boobs feel like they're about to explode and this is what came of it I don't know what else to say
these men will send you straight to pound town– no buts, no warnings, no room to escape. they can slow down only if you beg them to, but they'd rather not. they'll be rough, clapping your ass with no mercy.
toji is the type to fuck you in the air, by leaning you on the wall, or just by literally standing anywhere.
he is not one for patience or gentle switching of positions and prefers to take you where you are, turning any ordinary space into his playground. whether he pins you against the wall, hoists you up mid-air, or simply positions himself wherever you happen to be, he takes control of the entire space with absolute ease.
he favors it the most when you're completely lifted up by the ass, cradling your weight as if you weigh nothing at all. with this position, he has complete leeway and leniency to unleash every ounce of his raw speed and unrelenting roughness. not to mention, he has terrifying and inhuman core strength and stamina, he can fuck you for hours on end without a single sign of fatigue. his arms and legs never tremble, pounding away until you are thoroughly breathless and aching.
he loves it when you're held in his arms, he feels that it strips away all your defenses. loving the sheer helplessness of your face, watching you turn into a drooling mess, clinging desperately to his neck. with a bruising, vice-like grip, he'd hold onto your bare ass cheeks, dictating every single rhythm, bucking his hips upward to meet you, aggressively guiding your body down onto his length, leaving you entirely at the mercy of his relentless pace and control.
where would he cum? inside you.
sukuna is really aggressive, the type to push your head down on the mattress until you're fucked dumb.
sukuna has a fixation on pounding you from behind, revealing an unapologetic obsession with your body from that angle. seeing your bare back, your ass dribbling below his own bare skin, your pathetic side profile coming to glance at him from down below as he keeps up with the constant pace. to him, your bare back is nothing less than an untouched canvas waiting to be aggressively claimed and slowly ruined with evidence of his dominance. the moment his eyes traces the protruding line of your shoulder blades and the vulnerable expanse of skin beneath them unmarked and blank, it acts as an immediate trigger. you'll instantly feel his sharp teeth sinking deep into your flesh, biting and sucking harshly while his hips hammer into you.
and of course, his backshots aren't complete without ensuring either your face is roughly shoved down into the mattress or a handful of your hair is clenched in his fist, yanking your head back until you are forced to meet his predatory eyes. looking down into your glossy gaze while he buries himself deep inside you pushes him straight to the edge of berserk, completely intoxicated by the sight of your total submission and your silent willingness to let him tear your hole apart.
where would he cum? on your lower back or across your spine.
naoya makes you ride him first like the petty piece of shit he is, but when it's his turn to move– expect that you won't be able to get the slightest inaudible sound out of your mouth.
he absolutely relishes at the sight of you riding him, wearing that infuriating, dumb smirk as your movements grow increasingly shaky and unstable from pumping yourself up and down on his length. he waits, a calculated precinct where you finally settle above him, utterly exhausted and panting, lured into a false sense of security where you expect no sudden movements. he waits and waits until he sees you won't even have any leverage or strength left to stop him. that precise moment of vulnerability is when he strikes, violently driving his knees up and thrusting heavily from underneath to catch you entirely off guard.
it extends more into humiliation, spreading your bare ass cheeks apart as he plows into you from below. every soft, broken cry you whimper directly into his ear is what conducts his persistent pace, driving him completely feral as he slams upward against you with intense and unrefined force.
where would he cum? inside you.
slow to fast: gojo, higuruma
these two love building up the pace, starting up slow before going full on speed and fucking you rough almost at the same pace as the guys above. though they go on a much average speed, the mixed pace is what keeps you wanting for more.
gojo is another piece of shit that loves one-upping you in the most unexpected times. going from slow to fast just to see the change of cadence on your moans.
he easily unravels the moment you make a sound, completely losing his composure to the sweet sound of your voice as you tighten around him. you could feel him growing noticeably fuller inside you against the dullness and laziness of his initial pace. over time, whatever conscious restraint or fragile promise he made to be gentle shatters entirely. one single glimpse on your flushed and fucked out face is all it takes for him to completely abandon the torturing and agonizing pace all at once.
he's convinced that he's the one in control, playing a cruel game of sweet torture by keeping his movements deliberately slow. but in reality, he's the one being sent over the edge, the quiet and steady momentum eventually makes him lose his patience, turning him demanding and desperate for faster and hard pounding.
where would he cum? on your face.
higuruma basically just loves to play with the pace, building up the tension, allowing your juices to spread more across his length before making the sloshy sounds of your wetness a part of his increasing speed's harmony.
what always starts as a lazy, rolling rhythm later becomes an unforgiving speed. his grip on your waist tightens and his hips plunge forward harsher. the gentle, slipping friction sharpens into a hard, bashing force, burying the sound of his ragged breaths against your neck with loud and sharp smacks of his skin onto yours.
he starts slow, tall with his back rigidly straight, but the moment he leans his weight forward, pressing his chest against yours– everything changes. his hand tangles in your hair to force your head lower, using total leverage to drive you down and swallow every inch of his length as he hammers relentlessly from above.
where would he cum? on your stomach.
slow and steady: nanami, choso
what else do i have to say other than they know a woman's body and could actually make you orgasm through penetration? though it happens rarely without clitoral stimulation, they both know how to keep the pace constant until you're creaming around them.
nanami loves to fuck you slow in missionary, allowing you to bask in his slow movements and melt into his affectionate and heated touch.
he's a romantic. approaching intimacy with a quiet reverence, preferring a slow, measured pace that allows you to be intimately aware of every single inch of his cock gliding along the crevices of your walls. he believes that keeping his thrusts slow allows you to feel the totality of his touch, the way his lips gently press against yours, the tender way his hands caress and shape your waist, and the steady roll of his hips moving above you.
he's deeply vocal, entirely captivated by how you look beneath him. he will pause to brush the stray, sweat-dampened hairs clinging onto your flushed face, carefully tucking them behind your ear before pressing a tender kiss on your forehead. he is the kind of man to murmur quiet, grounding professions of love directly against your skin, whispering those three words in the middle of it all as he holds you close.
where would he cum? your choice.
choso loves fucking you slow on the side, spooning you, and wrapping his arms around you while he slowly moves behind you.
he loves the absolute surrender it gives you in this position, your back pressed firmly against his broad chest, your body cradled by his as he glides in and out of you with a steady pace. his arms would wrap entirely around your waist, pulling you as tight and closely possible while his hands roam over your breasts, fondling and teasing your nipples while his lips press hot and wet kisses, nibbling and licking at your earlobe. he thrives on how completely trapped and overwhelmed you are in his embrace, leaving you with nowhere else to put your hands on, except to reach blindly behind you, tangling your fingers in his hair or digging your nails into his forearm as helpless moans spill from your lips.
to break the quiet monotony of his steady pace, he would occasionally slide his hand down between you, licking and spitting over his fingers before pressing them heavily against your clit, working his fingers in slow circles right as his hips push deeper into you, driving you to the edge while keeping you securely locked in his arms.
where would he cum? on your inner thighs.
full withdrawal thrusting: geto
he loves doing this shit, pulling everything out completely before plunging it inside of you back again. he thrusts in a mixed pace, just as long as he could pause for awhile and let you feel the sudden emptiness.
geto loves watching how his cock completely disappears into your hole, eyes fixated down below as he rests one of your legs on his shoulders.
he loves the absolute exposure of your body sprawled out beneath him, legs thrown wide apart with your cunt glistening slick and wet. he loves seeing you panting and sighing sweetly. the two of you share the obscene view of him sliding in and out of your hole. his mouth parts slightly, hot, heavy breaths washing over your skin as he stares unblinkingly at the way his thick length buries itself deep inside your walls.
every sharp gasp you let out when he bottoms out brings a new kind of cruelty to his expression, especially when your teeth slip away from the bruised, reddened skin of your lower lip where you had been biting down on. seeing your face contort and scrunch into that dizzying look of pure bliss only pushes him to do it over and over again.
Synopsis: you don’t know he’s got a big crush on you, and he finds out you’re quite inexperienced so he offers to help you gain some.
Fanart by @/youKa.i on insta/tiktok
I hope you enjoy! -> on ao3 as well!!
Moodboard here (ignore this if you want)
Wc: 7.4k
Cw: Non canon au. Office au. No physical description of y/n other than clothes and hair (just a brief mention). Short plot. teaching you to kiss. Thumb sucking. Talking you through it. Pubic hairs. Virgin!reader. Introvert!Toji. Soft dom!Toji. Dacryphilia. Once again you’ve got a deep dish. Spooning. Prone bone. Headlocks. Make outs. Multiple orgasms. Dry humping. Thigh riding. Pussy eating. Fingering. Clit play. Creampie. Unprotected. Big dick!Toji. Size kink. Size difference. Breath play. Cervix fucking. Squirting. Second hand embarrassment (very brief). He wears glasses.
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It’s been three dreadful years since you got this job. Same boring routine. Your alarm, panging heavily. Screeching. 05:37. An oddly specific time but nonetheless. Your front flat on the bed. Head buried in the satin pillow. An arm underneath it. Your eyes groggy, crust filled, you raise one arm above your laying body and smack the sounding thing, hard. It stops.
You need exactly twenty three minutes to yourself in the morning before you begin your day. Twenty three minutes of silence. You turn over. Back now against the ruffled sheets.
Staring at the ceiling above you. Your curtains slightly ajar, a distant car engine coming to life. The headlights, illuminating. Small patterns of light reflect onto your ceiling. Various shapes.
Lifting a hand into the air slowly, you’re tracing the patterns you see. Index finger pointed, swirling circles, rectangles. A sharp edge, you trace out. Your arm, stretching further away from you.
05:43
You glance at the alarm clock. Bright red font staring back at you. You restlessly bring your arm back down, it lands in a small plop. You close your eyes briefly, a heavy sigh leaving your lips.
You grab your phone by your bedside. Tapping the screen, 05:45. You scroll through your socials, emails and skim read your schedule on your calendar.
Minutes go by as the time finally reads 06:00. You reluctantly sit up, legs hanging off the edge of the mattress. Hands planted on either side of it, you push yourself up with a small grunt. You enter your bathroom, marble dark green tiled walls and a few small plant pots decorated the room.
A red toothbrush in a white mug next to your small sink. You brush your teeth and shower all under thirty minutes. You find a professional business-casual outfit in your closet. A yellow cashmere sweater, paired with indigo straight legged jeans and red bowl of repettos. You grab your wired headphones and your bag, keys already in hand, and head out. A soft tune playing in your ears.
You check your phone, April 5th. 06:50. The weather’s less cold today. The sun rising, a hue of golden skulked behind chalky clouds. A warm easy breeze brushing your cheeks.
Fourteen minutes.
You needed to get the train at exactly four minutes past seven in the morning.
You make it to the station with four minutes to spear. You love walking, such an easy way to get your blood flowing.
The station’s platform buzzed with restless hums of commuters. Swarmed with people. Fatigued faces, sagged shoulders. A heaviness in the air. Yet you were tuned out, bouncing quietly to the rhythm in your ear. You didn’t let the heaviness get to you. You already know you have a long day ahead of you. Can’t do anything about it.
One silver carriage after another rolls in. Tires screeching every few seconds. It halts. The doors slowly opening, a horde of people rushing out, whilst people barge past others trying to rush in, you included. It’s tightly packed. Stuffy air. Poor air conditioning. Blocked in every direction. Bags brushing against people’s backs. Bumping at every jolt of the train. The train jerks at a curve, sending you swaying. Your body failing to catch up with the sudden movement. Your body bends, face pressing up into someone’s swole chest. The train lurches again, he catches you. Beefy arms locking around your waist.
“I’m soo sorry. The train— I didn’t mean to.” You plead. Your eyes haven’t reached his yet, too embarrassed to look.
“You okay?” A deep rumble.
Baritone. Throaty.
You finally look up at him nervously, eyes widening slightly.
He’s handsome. Very handsome. Nearly a whole foot taller than you. His neck tilted downward, fully focused on you. Black hair, a messy wolf cut, almost blue in the train light, frame his eyes. They’re sharp, you notice. Grey with hints of green as they stared back into yours. Intense. Glasses framed perfectly on his nose. Black briefcase over a shoulder. A white t-shirt underneath a navy blue sweat, folded at the midpoint of his forearm, exposing angry veins following up to his massive hands. He could kill me in one punch, you think.
Dark grey slacks, your eyes trailing further down to his black oxford patent shoes.
His arm is still caged at your waist, holding you upright. Wait. You’ve seen him before. Where? At the park? Wait no. This is your coworker. What’s his name again?
T…to…Zen…
You’re trying to remember, still staring at him, not answering.
“It’s Toji. We’re colleagues."
Ah Toji. That’s it.
“O—oh yeah. I totally remembered.” A slight forced laugh leaving you.
The train bumps again. You accidentally grab at his bicep. Meaty. Thick bicep. He’s so big you think. You’d never noticed Toji. At all actually. But he’s noticed you.
“Sorry again.” You look down, uncomfortable.
“Hold onto me yeah?” Velvety voice. He’s pulling you tighter against him. Your chest flushed against his rigid one. Fuck, how is he so big?
You give a tiny nod, eyes focused on the ground. He grunts in response. Odd. Paying no mind to it, you pull out your phone, needing any distraction. Reviewing your calendar. A full busy day, your phone reads. With it all ending by 6pm. You sigh mentally. You click a few tasks, scrolling on your phone checking the details.
‘Type up a project, send it off to your boss by the end of the day.’ Emails upon emails flooding yours. Constantly responding to them. Lunch break. The same restaurant. Same sandwich. Lettuce, cheese, chicken breast.
All the while, there’s Toji. Fighting your scent. He’s staring at the top of your head. Thoughts overpowering him. The smell of your perfume, so enticing, so inviting. Screaming in his nose. Vanilla with a hint of strawberry. He gives in and breathes you in slow. Quiet. Face nearly pressing into your head. Eyes closing. A flush of pink rushing to his cheeks. A bulge forming slightly in his trousers. Shiiit.
You’re still holding onto his bicep. It felt like the muscle was bursting out. He dwarfed you. His large body shielding, hiding you from everyone else. You couldn’t see over his shoulder even if you tried.
The train still moving, tired groans of its wheels are heard every few minutes.
-
The train slowed with a long screech. Its wheels grinding against the rails. It stops. The doors opened with a sluggish spread. People barging past each other trying to get out. You’re unfocused, not really there. Toji’s large arms guiding you out. Your chest to his front, your feet backing away. His forward. Both stumbling out. He’s holding you tight, the warmth radiating off of him. He’s so close. His musky, sandalwood perfume digging in your nose. You can’t help but inhale.
You both make it out onto the platform. Still clutched onto each other. Your eyes reach his, he’s already looking.
“Thank you Toji.” Face flushing in a deeper colour, he’s making you so shy.
His heart stutters. A small pink on the surface of his face. He swallows the lump in his throat before answering.
“‘S no problem.”
The two of you exit the station in silence. Both side by side, he’s slowing his steps matching your pace. Hands in his pockets. Grounded, confident strides of his long legs next to yours. A heavy walk. Small tilts of his hips from every step.
-
Eventually you make it to the office doors.
Both heavily greeted by your lively boss.
“Ahh! It’s nice to see you two come in together.” Strangely bubbly. Especially with how early it is in the morning. Just twenty minutes after seven. Messy glasses, hair in flying strands. A bright red cardigan with a white shirt underneath. Grey pants and black dr martens.
She reminds you of your old art teacher from college.
You give her a small smile anyway, nodding.
“Why specifically.. us two?” You ask all confused.
Your boss glances at Toji, wiggling her brows. You narrow your eyes at her, then between the two. You pause at Toji, nervously staring at him. He’s glaring at your boss. A minute of silence follows. Just eyes fighting over.
Toji quickly barges past you both, his face flushed red. You couldn’t see it though. Only noticed the growing red at the back of his neck. He reaches a hand up to cover it as he scurries away.
“Uh?”
“Alrighty!” Your boss’s sing songy voice cutting you off.
“I’ve got a bunch of stuff for you to do today. I know you can get it allll done before the end of today! Aaand I’ll reward you if you do.” Eyes beaming at yours. She’s paused in a teeth open smile. Hands clasped together. Interlocked. You don’t know why that scares you a bit, but it does.
You crack a smile again, one eye twitching.
-
Lunch time. Finally. You’ve got a headache.
You’re headed to your easy access restaurant. Reciting your order in your head.
The weather’s quite nice today. Soft kisses of a warm breeze wafting through the air land on your cheeks. It’s a two minute walk from the office.
You’ve got your sandwich in a small brown bag, you’re holding it up with two hands. It’s your favourite sandwich, so you hold it with much care. Pacing, making your way back to the office staff room.
You reach the office doors, tapping your lanyard at the speed gates. A light jog now, you’re heading down to the staff room, excited to quench your hunger.
Reaching the door to the staff room, you stretch your arm out aiming for the handle before the door opens and you meet a larger, sturdier body. Same blue sweater, same toned forearms. You look up, eyes beaming.
“Toji!” A soft smile tugging at your lips as you stare.
He grunts in response, nodding his head a little. Hands coming up to push at the bridge of his glasses. Adjusting the already neatly placed thing on his face. Needing to ground himself in your presence. You make him so nervous you don’t even know it.
He steps aside letting you in. You give him a playful wink as thanks. A rush of heat gathers at his cheeks. Fuck. You don’t know how much he likes you. You’ve just got this easiness to you. So soft. Sweet.
You enter the room, seeing a close work friend sitting at one of the tables. You settle down into a chair next to her, chatting your day away.
-
The end of your shift is approaching. You’ve never been happier. You’re sitting at your desk typing away at the keyboard.
“My lovely staff!” Your boss enters the office room in that annoyingly warm sing songy voice.
“Since you’ve all been such wonderful people, I’m rewarding you all! Office dinner!” She shrieks, her voice getting pitchier at every word. You feel a throb at your ear drums. Covering your ears with both hands you’re smiling at her anxiously. There’s one thing you still weren’t used to in all your three years of being here. Your boss’s unpredictable nature.
“An officer dinner sounds nice.”
You hear murmurs across the room, some eager, some anxious, you being one of them.
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The long awaited office dinner. You’re seated beside your close friend around a circular table, giggling at something she’s said. Other staff gathered around. You can’t really register it though you’ve had a few drinks and they’re starting to take effect. You’re swaying side to side, a hearty smile etched on your face. You’re staring at your friend so lovingly. You love friendships. There’s something much deeper about friendships than anything else.
You hear another one of your colleagues talk about their sexual history. The alcohol punching it out of them. With another tipsy giggle, you lean in towards your friend, ushering her closer with a beckon of your hand. A nearly empty glass of wine in the other.
You whisper in her ear. Giggling.
“You know I’ve never kissed anyone before.”
You rise back up, staring with a drunken smile. It’s as if she’s forced into sobriety when she hears you. Face contorting into something that looks like surprise. Before she responds, she notices a certain someone. How they’ve been struggling to keep their eyes off of you. Dull green ones.
Instead, she grabs a spoon and taps in against her empty glass, a chime following. The room has her attention.
“Who wants a round of spin the bottle?” She suggests. A smirk playing on her lips.
“We’re too old for—”
“Yes! Sounds perfect.” Your boss cuts in. Her word being final.
Your boss grabs an empty beer bottle, facing it flat on the table and spins.
It unexpectedly lands on a certain dark haired male. That so happens to have a very sizeable frame.
“Mr Zenin!” She gleams. There’s a panicked look on his face, you chuckle to yourself quietly. Seems like he’s also not used to her antics.
“Aaaand…”
Spinning the bottle again. Your boss is seated near you, hands clasped together. Almost as if she knows who it’s landing on. Like she’s orchestrated something. It spins for a good long twenty seconds before landing perfectly in your direction. What a coincidence.
She yells your name excitedly. And you’re stunned in your seat. Frozen. You look to your friend whispering a quick
“What do I do?”
Before you glance over at Toji’s face and he’s… red. Very red. You look slightly concerned. Brows squinted. Mouthing a
‘You ok?’
He just nods quickly. Eyes leaving yours briefly, dancing around the room.
“Well?” Your boss is still giving that creepy wide smile.
“Well what..” you ask wearily. Clutching at the hem of your shirt.
“Well, head on out to an empty room! Both of ya.” She gestures her hands to the door, clapping, and Toji’s already up on his feet. This is the quickest you’ve ever seen him move. Practically speed walking to the door, exiting first. Small snickers are heard throughout the room.
“He’s so obvious.”
You just glance over everyone, still confused. With one final glance at your boss, you follow along. Leaving the room.
You find Toji against a nearby wall. Hands digging in his pockets. Shifting from one foot to the other.
“Toji?” You call out. His face turned over to you. Heart beating out his chest. Can she hear it? He wonders. He’s waited for such an opportunity like this, trying so hard not to fuck it up.
“..should we find a room?” His voice is so quiet. It’s as if he’s making an effort to look less intimidating than he already does. Why would you be scared though? He’s so nice. If looks could kill though.
“Yeah.” A reassuring smile shaping on your lips.
The both of you find an empty room, far away from your main building. No person nearby. No noise. Just extreme quietness.
You feel the alcohol setting in even more now. A slight dizziness forming. Possibly for him too, he’s had a few shots of whisky.
Your mind drifts back to what you said a few minutes ago.
‘Never kissed anyone before’
Toji seems like an understanding person under all that scruff. He could probably give you advice. He’s attractive. Very evidently. Your eyes rake over him. A slow once-over. Settling on his biceps for a second longer. God they’re so big. He’s so big. He probably has experience, you conclude. Definitely. He could help you. You muster up the courage and blurt it out.
“Toji! You know..” you pause, eyes looking at the ground before meeting his again. “I’ve never kissed anyone before… or done— you know what nevermind.” A huge wave of second hand embarrassment erupting. Hearing it out loud. Again. It sounds worse than it did earlier. You should’ve just kept your mouth shut. What possessed you to say that you think. Mentally slapping yourself a good few times. Eyes scrunching closed in disgust. Crows feet forming at how hard you’re pressing your lids together.
It’s as if the gates of heaven had opened and invited Toji Zenin directly. As vip. He sucks in a breath you don’t notice. Heart stuttering in his firm chest.
You’re looking away, all shy. Turning around full so your back is facing him now. You wish you could erase this memory, wipe it clean off the face of earth.
I should’ve never drank— Oh god, what if he tells everyone— you’re brain spiralling.
You hear heavy thuds, he’s slowly approaching you. Close enough to your back that you feel his warmth. Only slightly, but giving you room to object.
“Would you like me to… teach you?” He asks you, voice deeper than it usually is.
You spin back around shocked that he’s not disgusted by your admission. A small smile forming on your lips in genuine delight, you look up at him and nod twice. The alcohol fully in control of you both now. Hazey eyes, shining at him. He raises a hand up to your face. Slowly. Giving you time to say otherwise. You don’t reject it. He places a thumb at your chin, rubbing softly. Your jaw too. Tilting your gaze at him. Caressing you.
Before dipping his head low, huge body caging yours. He parts his lips slightly. His grey eyes half lidded. Intensely staring into your glazed ones.
His other hand finds your face. Propping up your head in both big hands, making you look so much smaller, he always did, he steps closer. Contracted biceps bulging in his shirt. Fingers travelling up your face, thumbs at the apples of your cheek.
“Open your mouth a bit…” he whispers, lowering a thumb, glazing over your glossy bottom lip.
“Yeah jus’ like that.”
Fuck he sounds so hot right now. Is it the alcohol? It’s definitely the alcohol.
You’re staring up at him. Blinking slow. Eyes all doey.
He pushes his thumb in. Delicately. Pushing at your wet muscle. Circling. His own tongue stutters out a little, in awe. Mimicking almost, as if he can’t fathom that you’re actually letting him put his thumb in your mouth. You hollow your cheeks and suck.
Slurp.
Your eyes close, shutting softly.
“Mnh.” That does it.
He removes his thumb, resting it on your bottom lip. Stares at the glistening thing. His eyes, heavy. He inches his face closer. His warm breath wafting over your face. Your mouth.
A gentle, chaste roll of his lips on yours. Slow. Open mouthed.
Chu.
Eyes closing at the feel. He pulls away just a bit. Low eyes boring into you. He’s still close enough that you’re breathing his air. You’re dazed. Panting unhurried deep breaths. Every exhale fanning his lips. His tongue swipes over his bottom lip slowly. Nearly touching yours. His eyes gloss over your wet mouth.
He leans in again. Eyes closing. Pulling your lips against his. Still unrushed. Angling closer. Noses brushing at every twist of his head. Deepening this kiss. His tongue wetting your lower lip. Asking. Pleading.
“Let me in.” Heavy pants in between kisses.
You open your mouth with a tiny moan, welcoming, enveloping his thick tongue. He’s bigger everywhere. So much bigger than you. You love it. He’s rolling his tongue against yours now, tracing the crevices of your mouth. Swallowing you. Tongues tangled. Moaning into you.
“Mmph!” Sultry groans leaving his mouth. Trapping your lower lip between his teeth. Sucking softly.
“Hn!”
You never knew kissing could be like this. Feel like this. You feel a pool of warmth settle at your lower belly. Butterflies. You push into him further. Tongues flat against each other. Sucking. Teeth clashing.
You’re grinding against each other now. His hands, wandering down your back, gripping your ass.
Your hips give an experimental thrust. An elongated roll. Holding it for an extra second. Mid kiss, you feel something rigid. Taut. Quite long too. You pull away just a little.
A gasp leaves you. You’re not too sure if it's pleasure or shock. Definitely both. You glance down at the hard thing. It looks painful, almost. Huge dent protruding at his lower clothes. A hefty thing he is. Couldn’t possibly be a normal size. You’re zoned out at the sight of him, he nudges a meaty thigh between your legs. Pulling your lower body closer to his. Veiny hands fixed at your hips. Rolling your clothed pussy against the solid muscle, he flexes.
“Unh!”
You’re moaning into his mouth. Hot breaths mixing. Eyes dilated. Fluttering.
“T—Toji!” You tried to pull away, voice trembling.
“Wanna stop?” He whispers with a shaky exhale. Low grey eyes piercing yours.
He hasn’t stopped moving you on his body. Gyrating hips in firm hands. You attempt to respond. But you whimper instead. He takes that as your answer. Entranced at how good it feels on his thigh. Throbbing pulses of your pussy every few beats. You’re aching. Craving more. Is this a normal thing that happens during sex? You don’t know. But you love it.
“I’m gonna pick you up okay?”
You give a few rushed nods, flushed face, parted wet lips brushing his.
Lifting you easily with one of his massive arms, he locks your legs around his toned waist. Flexed arms firm around your body. Caging you. Pulling you in so your clothed pussy’s face first against his bulge.
He’s grinding you down harder. Longer. Your clit catching at the large bump. He’s moving into you. Slow rolls of his.
“Angh!” Eyes shut. Lips caught in your teeth. They’re trembling. Poor attempts of you stifling your sounds. You hide your face into the crook of his neck.
“That good huh?” His voice all rugged. He’s feeling this as much as you. Hot breaths fanning your ear. You can’t reply.
You’re clutching at his tricep. Shoulders, his neck. A deep feeling settling in your lower belly. A build up. It's tight. Severe almost.
“You gotta say it.”
“Toj— hn! I don’t angh! Something’s—”
A few more rolls of your clothed pussy on him and you’re shuddering. Thighs shaking vigorously, eyes spinning. A silent cry leaving you. You’re cumming, hard. Nails gnawing at his shirt.
“F—fuckk!” Heavy heaves of your breath against his flushed neck.
“Breathe… breathe for me..that’s it.”
Beats pass. He helps you down from your high. You look ruined. Face stained in aftershocks of pleasure. You’re so fucking beautiful he’s barely holding on.
“I didn’t think it could be like that.” You breathlessly say. Staring at him.
“There’s still a lot more to learn…” His eyes dance around you before continuing.
“Let me take you home?”
-
Stumbling into your apartment, you’re pressed tightly against each other. Lips in a tangle of wet opened mouth kisses, your hands scratching at his back, forcing him impossibly closer to you. His face pinked in pleasure, harsh breaths strangling out airing your face.
Your apartment keys tumbling out your hands in a single swift motion, clattering against the floor. He’s all over you. Broad hands tugging at the hem of your shirt. Hoisting the thing above, now off of you. Your arms coming up with his before locking around his neck. Lace black bra on full display. His hungry gaze drifted to them, lingering. The curve of your breasts. The fullness. The way your nipples poked through the fabric. Awe didn’t begin to cover the way he ogled at your tits. The way he looked at them was deeper, almost reverent.
Obsessive.
You’ve both found the nearest wall, your sweat filled back pressing into it. Lifting ever so often with how your chest chases after him. He brings a hand to one of them, squeezing just right. Enough to cause pressure, but not enough to elicit pain from you. Can’t do that. He wouldn’t dream of it. You’re so precious to him, so perfect. Can’t ruin you just yet. He claws at your top pulling down in one swift tug. Tits spilling out in a perfect motion, as though flowers were breaking through their petals. You bloomed. He’s quick to grab hold of one of them, large hands swallowing it whole. The raw feeling now. You’re so warm. So pliable in his hands. He gives another experimental knead. Playing with you. Testing it.
Your pebbled nipple, glossing over his palm. You can’t fight the sound that leaves you. A soft mewl.
“Hnntoji!”
Back arching into it, needing more. Eyes unfocusing, you head slightly lulled back. A soft thud on the wall.
“Eyes on me.”
His free hand grips the back of your neck, pulling your face flush against his. Lips meeting in a hurried passionate kiss. Tongues entwining. Wet sounds of your lips filled the void.
“Mnnchu— Toji..I want more.”
“Yeah you want more?” He says in an almost whisper. Hot breath ghosting over your lips. You’re nodding pathetically, he can’t help but find it adorable. He snickers a bit.
“Tell me hm? Tell me sweet girl.” Eager eyes searching yours.
“I.. I need your fingers.” The words leave your lips so quietly, like a fragile thread of sound, barely audible. He catches them anyway. So focused on your every move. Watching your wet lips, a sensual glint in his eyes.
“Need to hear you baby.” He teases, a small smirk fighting his lips. You’re throbbing at the nicknames. Sounding so easy off his tongue.
“Your fingers… ‘need them.” Your eyes snap close in shame, a silent surrender. Cheeks deepened in colour, prominent. Lips quivering in small unnoticed waves.
“Yeah? Where d’ya want me?” Another taunt.
“..Inside.” You hesitate. An eye peeking open at him. Waiting. Hoping he doesn’t tease you some more.
“Hnnfuck yeah ya do.” With a groan, he brings his hands further down your body. Hurried tugs of your jeans and you’re left in your underpants only. Matching black with your bra, beautiful lace patterns on the top. His greedy eyes peer down at them. Sucking in a slow breath, his fingers tremble over them. As if he’s too scared to go any further. He’s not scared though. Far from it. He trails his index and middle down your shuddering stomach, passing your belly button, down to the top of your panties. Slowly hooking them into it, he’s dragging it down, past your sweaty thighs until it falls on its own.
A hand by the bottom of your thighs, he’s trailing it up, brushing against it. You’re waiting with a bated breath. Finally reaching your mound. Softly trimmed hairs sweep against his rigid fingers. He bites back a groan. You’re just there, eyes blown, helplessly waiting for him to keep going.
He has to fight his eyes away from your pussy.
“Gonna show me where your room is?” Haggard voice. So clearly affected by you.
“Y—yeah.”
He hauls you up into him, bulging biceps, your legs wrapped around his trimmed waist, arms around his neck, your face buried into it. Heavy thuds on the ground, he’s walking slowly. Almost too slow. Certain, assured that he’s going to have you. No arguments. Just measured steps as you lift your face off of him just a tad, timidly pointing to where your room is. He gives a small pat on your ass as thanks. It ripples under his massive hand.
Toji finds your bed, lowers you onto it so delicately as if you were something so fragile. His knees digging into the sheets. Shoes off. Still fully clothed while you lay bare for him. Large hands cradling your face, stroking softly. The look he’s giving you, so loving. Blushing cheeks, slightly ajar mouth. Hot puffs of air leaving every exhale. You’re giving him an equal stare. Dazed. Scared almost. Needy. His knuckles, brushing your heated cheeks. He felt the warmth. Knows how much you want this, just as bad as he does.
He’s leisurely taking his time with you. Running his hands from your cheeks to your neck. He lingers there. Giving you a soft squeeze, testing your limits. You don’t fight back. Can’t fight back.
The orgasm you had earlier, still fogging your brain. His thumb brushes the front of your neck before he continues down. To the valley between your breasts, your belly, to your lower belly. He points an index below your belly button still touching your soft skin.
“Gonna be in there soon.” He whispers. His voice, so quiet it sounds like awe. You just stare at him, a bit confused. Head tilting a little. Slightly squinted brows. Then your eyes follow down to where his finger touches you. Blinking softly. He chuckles at your unfocused gaze. You don’t understand. Not yet.
He continues drifting his fingers down, meeting your hairs. Your hips stutter only just a bit. He marvels at the movement. So sensitive. He brings his other hand down, pushing your thighs away from each other. Revealing a soaked you. Glistening pussy on display, your clit fairly protruding out, throbbing under his devoted eyes.
“Fuck me..” He murmurs. Breath hitching at the sight of you, all wet, all for him. You try to hide from him. Head turning to the side, digging into your pillow, face tucked into your elbows. You can’t see him now. He doesn’t mind.
Toji lowers his face, lining his mouth to your pussy. Deep heavy breaths escaping his lips, fanning your clit.
“Angh!” You jolt your hips. Pressing your face closer into your elbow. He darts his low eyes at your hidden face. Blows a cold, long breath on your clit.
“Hnn!” You’re mewling, voice muffled in your arms.
“Can you look at me..please.” His voice partly whiney.
You don’t want to. Too shy, too embarrassed to let him see you like this. It was all fun and games before. But it’s becoming too real. He blows at your clit once more. A tremor running through you, your lower body mainly. Small involuntary movements. You move an arm just above your eyes, you can see him a bit. He can see you too. The dilation of your eyes, the fuzzy look of it. The heaving of your chest, just enough that your tits bounce every inhale. It’s all too much for him. He shouldn’t have asked.
Once your eyes are on his, he moves. Closer now. Just a hair away from your weeping pussy. He juts a wet tongue out, pushing past his lips. Slowly, ever so slowly, curling the muscle against your clit. The moment you feel it, you whine. Teeth pulling at your lower lip. Not over his clothes, not over your clothes. His tongue. The raw thing.
He gives another slow curl, this time staring lower. Near your opening. Sliding upwards, meeting your clit before blowing. Cold. Shuddering, you try to close your thighs, locking his head in place. He’s quicker. Grabbing below your thighs, hiking them up on his broad wide shoulders.
“You’re okay. Hm?” He assures you before continuing.
He’s way stronger than you, you couldn’t fight back if you tried. He dives in again, sucking hard all of a sudden.
Slurrrp
Your heads lulled back, the front of your neck on full display. Holding in whines, that barely leave your lips. Arms still above you.
He brings his mouth off of your clit and blows again. Another wave of cold air gliding on your pussy.
“Fuck!” You moan out. Loud. You bring an arm down, your hand finding his hair, tugging him into you. He lets you. Forcing his face into your pussy.
Sucking, slurping. Full French kisses on your pussy. Tongue jutting out before sliding between your slit, not entering you yet, just parting you. It slides from the entrance of your hole up to your clit. He waits there, sucking the aching muscle into his mouth. Hollow pink cheeks. His eyes closed in pleasure. Admiration. His crush, letting him eat her out. He’s dreamed of this.
He teases his tongue, gliding lower, circling back up to your clit then lower again. You’re shaking violently, eyes tight shut, mouth hanging open. The sounds you tried so hard to fight back leaving you so easily now.
His tongue circles your hole. Pushing in slowly.
“Toji!” You mewl out to him. He knows you’re getting close.
He hums into you. You cry out. Back lifting. He removes his wet mouth again, an inch of distance from him and your pussy. He blows. A familiar coldness on your clit. Quivering hips, bucking into the coolness. Chasing that feeling. You’re crying now. Tears rolling down your cheeks, staining the sheets.
An abrupt orgasm ripping through you, a fast build up pooling at your stomach that you couldn’t realise quickly.
You’re shaking so much now, whining so much, thighs jutting beside him. Your chest heaving vigorously, tits swaying. He doesn’t stop.
Tongue plunging back in. Bringing a rough thumb to your clit. Circling it. You attempt to run away. Hips bucking the opposite direction. He uses his free hand and grounds you. Digging you into him, the bed. You can barely move. Just violent trembles as he eats your pussy.
“Insi— hngh!”
He fucks his way inside your pussy. Tongue delving in, whilst keeping harsh circles of his thumb on your clit. Fuck it’s all too much for you. No one’s ever done this before. He’s gonna ruin anyone else for you.
Shlck shlck
Wet noises of your pussy filling the room. He’s groaning into you. Deep baritone noises buried in your cunt. Your arms are everywhere now. Gripping the sheets below, your pillow above.
“Toooo much! Ugh!” Moaning loud. Your face twisting, burying the noises into your pillow.
He’s locked you in place. Moving is so much harder now. Meaty biceps flexing at every thrum of your clit. Your juices, his saliva drooling out the corners of his lips. He’s so into it. Engrossed. Eyes still closed, just feeling you. He’s overwhelming you. Pushing your body past limits you didn’t know you had.
You’re nearly there again. But it’s slightly different this time? It feels warmer. Wetter almost? You can’t really tell but you know it’s different.
“Toji! I think— hck! It’s ouhfuck!” Your voice pitches higher and higher, need tightening it, edged with a hint of fear.
He doesn’t stop. Still tongue fucking your pussy, pushing as deep as it can go. Thumb circling against your clit, harder, faster. It’s all too much. Your back’s arched in a gracious bow, hips lifted, legs falling on and off his shoulders. Tears clogging your vision. You can’t see him. The build up coiling so perfectly you can’t hold it in.
It’s everywhere, your juices spraying out, covering his face. Squirting all over. Pink cheeks stained in wetness. His glasses, fully fogged now wet.
“That’s it baby, let go f’r me.. mhmm soo good f’r me.” Thumb under your clit, pushing it higher, letting more of your juices out. He’s kissing your shakes thighs, wet open-mouthed. Sucking slightly. Trailing the kissing up to your knees, while humming praises at you.
Your wailing, sobbing. Breathing turns uneven, your chest stuttering at every tremble. Tits following along.
He sits up on his knees, bringing a wet hand removing his stained glasses, to the hem of his shirt, lifting it in one quick tug. Then his t-shirt underneath. Unbuttoning. Top to bottom. His low eyes still fixed on your quivering state. You roll your tired head upright, facing him. Watching. Chest falling softer now.
Sculpted, taut contours of his abdomen come into view, hard, rock-like muscles that look engraved. The t-shirt falls past his arms, beefy veiny biceps, strong forearms flexing as he removes it fully. You’re in awe. You knew Toji was strong but nothing like this. Sharp deep lines of his abdomen, the ease of his movements. You can’t take your eyes off.
He lowers his hands to his belt, unraveling the thing easily. He steps off of your bed for a second. Your eyes follow him. He’s dragging his slacks down. Two hard tugs and it pools at his ankles, he steps out of it. Dark hairs littered at his lower hard stomach.
You see the meaty indent of his boxers. Bulging, thick muscle fighting against the fabric, pushing at it. It’s so big. Much bigger than you thought. It throbs under your stare.
He’s put you under a spell. You see his hands come to the top of his boxers, his thumb hooking under, disappearing into his boxers. Your gasp goes unnoticed. Lips parted, eagerly waiting to see the rest of him. His thumb pulls down, fully exposing himself. You finally see it. Angry reddish tip, nearly purple, beady clear drops of precum leaking through, falling from the head nearing the base. Thick, girthy, too long. Distended veins running up the sides, a prominent one running up the top of his shaft. Heavy hanging balls, darker than the rest of him. It’s fucking huge. Full eight inches of raw cock. Your eyes almost pop out. Fully in disbelief of that fitting inside. It can’t possibly fit.
He hauls the boxer until it falls to his feet, steps out of it and onto the bed again. Knees digging back into the sheets. A weighted dent on the bed. Pure muscle. You haven’t stopped staring at it, nearly drooling, he’s eating up your reaction. Chuckling. Body vibrating at the rumble. You’re still in a daze, he’s gripping your hips, both hands, pulling you closer so your thighs rest atop his. Feet hanging off the side. He grabs the weapon in between his legs. Gives a few slow pumps of his fist. Squeezing at the tip, moaning low. You throb at the sound, shifting a little. Fingers tightly grasping the sheets below.
He lowers it, lining it with your clit, rubbing around it, circling it. Realll slow. Pushing into it, past it til the tips catches your hairs. He grunts at the feel. Heavy breath puffing out his nose. Brows knitted. You hiccup a broken moan. Lips parted. Wet.
He rubs it further into your hairs again, biting his lower lip before bringing it to your sopping hole. Both sodden. Hot.
A slow push of his hips, he’s entering. The tip stretching your virgin hole. Plush, mushroomed. He halts. The pressure, too fucking tight. He’ll work you open. Has to. He retracts his hips, turns you over so your back is against his chest. You're both laying on your side. It feels too intimate this way. He’s hugging your body so close to his. Spooning you. Not letting you go. A hand wrapped around your waist. The other, fondling your tits.
“Gonna take you this way.” His voice rumbles in your ear, he gives a steady long stripe of his tongue against it. A throaty groan leaving him. You wiggle on him, whining. Your ass bumping his cock every few turns.
He reaches a hand down to his cock, bringing it to your hole once again. Pushing in heavily. Tip nudging further. A few inches getting in. A quarter way. He brings his free arm up, covering your neck, your teeth gnawing at his swollen bicep, his forearm. Tears springing at the edges of your eyes. Wetting your lashes again.
“Hnngh!” You whinge out. Inaudible words pouring out.
“I know baby, I know.. I know it’s too big.” He encourages you, voice rough, laced in pleasure.
Another few inches forcing their way in.
“Toji! F—fuck!”
“Shh. I’ve got you.” He reassures.
He’s easing in slow. A couple more now. Your pussy sucking him in so well. Soo good. He’s nearly at the base. He abruptly stops. The wet heat of your cunt trapping him in place. Clinging onto him. He might cum if you move. He digs his face into your hair, breathing in deep, eyes fluttering. An unhurried push of his hips and he’s all in. Burly inches of his cock stretching you so deep. Your eyes are rolled back from the feel.
It’s not that it hurts. It did. But it was that uncomfortable stretch. The fullness of his cock edging deeper. An unfamiliar feeling yet, you felt completely whole.
Fully sheathed inside you. You feel it throbbing, every rigid vein, every pulse. Pressing at your cervix. Bruising.
“Fuck, ‘got a deep cunt— nghhfuck.”
“Toji.. please— something! Do something!” You cry into his elbow. Voice muffled. It hurts. An aching sensation. You feel little throbs of his cock hitting places you’ve never reached before. Never felt before. And he’s soo deep. Way too deep.
With a husky groan, he retreats his hips back and steadily rocks into you. Long, deep strokes thumping at your cervix. Balls hammering, his strong hips flush against your ass. Rippling with every thrust. The tip of his stiff cock, gliding through you, bumping your g-spot. You feel it once. Twice. Then you're smacking at his hip, arm reaching behind you. Pleading with him to let you go. It’s too good. You can’t take it.
“Ffuck off. Hnn!” Moaning, fussing into his flexed bicep. Wet eyes. You’re urging your shaky hips away. Scrambling forward, desperate.
“You want me to fuck off?” He sneers back at you. Laughing into the spot behind your ear. Breath fanning it.
“N—no. I don’t knoww.” You weep, sniffling. Tears pouring down his forearm.
“You don’t know?” He’s snickering.
His pace quickens. Deep fast strokes, you feel it in your throat. Your gaze turns unfocused, eyes forced back. Your nose buried in his arm, hot breaths leaving your soppy lips. You’re kissing his arm. Biting. Marking him. Grounding yourself as he plummets your insides. Turning you to a putty mess. You’re gone. So far gone. He’s snaking a hand up, pinching your nipples, rolling the buds in his fingers. You’re wailing loud. Juddering.
A familiar torrid ache forming at your lower belly.
“O—oh my godhnn!” It doesn’t even settle in your belly. Wrenching out of you intensely. So incredibly. You couldn’t hold it in even if you tried. Too sensitive.
“Nghh!” With a groan, you’re coming down. Tits bouncing, your body so very warm. He’s helping you through it. Slower strokes. Still bumping your spot. You whimper.
“Nghstopp!” Crying out, begging. A hand clutching at his, scratching. The other, clasping at the wet sheets. Smudged with the mixture of sweat and cum.
He doesn’t stop. Instead, he hauls his burly body, shifting his weight so he’s fully on top of you. His face, closer to you. Near your left ear. You’re crushed underneath him. Belly flat on the bed. He’s locking an arm around your neck once again, bringing the hand on that arm to your face, covering it. You can’t move, at all. He’s clamped your lower body in place. His other arm, steady beside you. Contorted. Tensed. His veins are more prominent like this.
Wet lashes brushing your cheeks, your mouth now muffled in his larger hand.
“Mhhhhn!” You try to kick your legs, but it can only fold at the knee. Your claves touching the back of your thighs. You can’t move your thighs. Can’t part them. His hefty body won’t allow you.
He does a lengthy grind into you. His happy trail flushed at your ass. He hasn’t pulled out the entire time, not giving you an ounce of space.
He keeps at it. Deep grinds, his tip knocking at your cervix. Pressed so heavy against it. Stretching you impossibly further.
Haggard breaths, uneven moans brush at your ear. He’s getting closer now. Hips stuttering in broken circles.
You’re completely out of it. Dumbed. Fully. Can’t think of anything but the feel of his cock so far deep in your pussy. The veins. The bumps. And god you’re so sensitive. Another quickening build up of warmth steadily rising in your stomach.
“Fuckfuckfuck—”
Another few irregular rolls of his hips and he’s cumming. White thick hot beads of cum discharging into you. He won’t stop moving. Pushing it as deep as it can go, making sure you don’t spill a drop.
You’re numb. Body limp under him. Arms flat at your sides. Eyes fully rolled back, coarse hot air puffing past your lips.
He’s grunting atop of you. Moaning low, still feeling the white hot pleasure of his cum, your pussy. Especially your pussy.
He brings an arm up, rough hands palming, rubbing your back in slow gentle movements.
“From now on, just let me teach you everything, yeah?”
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A/n: lawdfddd I need him so bad. Also this wasn’t proofread.
