synopsis . Zuko rewarding his favorite servant after a long day of obedience and loyalty. content . afab!reader, forbidden relationship, pet play(?), dirty talk, degradation, servant!reader, face fucking, petnames, power play, switch dynamics, praise, oral sex (m!receiving), mentions of his honor (lol), etc.
“Does the mutt want a treat?” There's a certain warmth that comes with Zuko's words, no matter how harsh they may be.
And as you're sitting on the floor beneath him, you can't find it in yourself to be concerned with being addressed as such a degrading term. If anything, you'd been begging for the fire lord to treat you like this for months. Ever since your little scandalous relationship began, the two of you have steadily gotten more and more debauched with your private acts of pleasure.
Right now was no different.
“I’ve had a long day, and I’ve been thinking about this since earlier." Zuko's hands are at his belt and you're struggling not to drool from the sight presented before you.
He stands over you so tall and proudly, royal garments shrugged off only moments ago as his sculpted chest remain bare for your hungry eyes. The average servant could only dream of finding themself in such a position. You were instructed to keep your eyes up on his, but it was hard to follow orders once he tugged his cock free from the pesky fabrics in the way and then let it lightly tap against your face.
One hand was taut at his thick base whilst the other moved to palm the back of your head, forcing you to angle your face upwards as his hips worked to push his dick along the curve of your devastatingly gorgeous face. It nearly pained Zuko to see such a beautiful woman living the life of a servant. And to make matters worse, he simply despised how he couldn't have you in the traditional sense.
Even the fire lord had certain rules and traditions he couldn't break nor bend. Apparently, taking a lowly servant as one of his concubines was one of them.
Though, it’s not as if that truly changes whether or not he gets what he wants.
The head of his cock drools profoundly against your skin, leaving a nasty trail of need against you as he reels his hips back and lets his tip draw something sinful across your face. The people of the court would shudder if they knew of the things he did to you when no one else was around.
A hum vibrates lowly against his throat before he moves his cock to smear against your lips. "You were running your mouth so much-, mmh.. talking to—oh, who was it again? Sokka, right?” His brow pushes inward to scrunch and you nearly whine for him to enter your mouth already.
Containing yourself—just barely—you nod in response to his question, which ultimately causes his dick to slide to the right of your face.
Zuko smiles, “Yeahh, and like a good, loyal girl you turned down that offer of his. I’m so-," He pauses to let out a huff, smacking his cock against your cheek all crudely before finally dragging back over to your lips and then pushing past them. "Shit.. so proud of you.”
“Mnngh,” You're humming around his length as soon as it fills your mouth and you couldn't be more happy with yourself.
Earlier that day, Sokka had made a comment on how diligently you work and offered you a better serving position within his tribe. Loyal to a fault, yet not blind how stupidly handsome Sokka may be, you begrudgingly declined.
Which is why you’re being rewarded now.
“Tastes good, right?” He asks rhetorically, his throbbing shaft busy gliding down the center of your tongue and deep into your throat. It was rare that Zuko wanted to give your mouth a proper fucking, yet given the events of today, he simply had to grace your mouth with his presence. “Nod if you like your treat.”
You do exactly that, stupidly moving your head up and down whilst tears prick the corners of your eyes. He filled your throat up entirely and stretched your mouth open wide enough to bring pain to your jaw.
Then one of his hands move to pat at your head and his hips buck forward rudely, “Atta’ girl. What would people think if they saw how I stretched your mouth open like this, I wonder. Calling you a mutt…” He feels the way you moan around him as the term is thrown your way again—leading his mouth to quirk up into a smile. “…feeling how you moan around me because you like it so much. Hah.”
You began to swallow around him at the perfect moment and his nearly cocky expression breaks into the one you usually receive from him—one of pure, utter submissiveness.
“T-Tell me something, my loyal servant,” He tugs his cock out of your mouth for only a few seconds just to adjusts his hips and dangle the girth over your face. “Even as I debauch you like this, do you still think I’m an honorable ruler?”
Precum and spit drips down onto you, but you hardly bat an eye. Gulping shyly before whispering, “Of course, my lord.”
Zuko nearly rolls his eyes at the title, “Speak freely.”
You grin, leaning up and moving your mouth to his tip so you can suck at it—then your tongue rounds his head only once before you release a light pant against his feverish skin.
With your hand lifting to wrap around his base, you let his cock smack against the tongue you soon stick out before saying, “I think it’s most honorable how you treat me like this simply because I’ve asked you to. You call me a mutt,” Your tongue laps along the side of his dick and he shivers, “And then feed me like one with your cock. All whilst looking at me with those cute, apologetic eyes—as if you don’t really mean it.”
Zuko’s resolve breaks completely right then and there, and he whines upon watching you plant kissing across his every inch.
“I think you’re an honorable ruler because no one else in the Fire Nation knows how you submit yourself into the whims of some servant girl who’s mouth you can’t seem to keep your cock out of,” The moment you finish with your explanation, you’re taking him down your throat with quick, needy bobs of your head.
The fire lord’s footing shifts and he nearly stumbles with you, both hands flying to the side of your head to brace himself for how perfect your mouth feels. It’s in moments like this where he wonders why he doesn’t do this more often.
“T-That makes-, fuck.. no sense,” He refutes baselessly, a whine flopping off of his tongue mere seconds later.
You tug your lips and tongue away from his cock—drool spilling down onto your thighs and the floor below—and your lashes bat up at him. “Zuko,” his name from your throat makes him shudder again. “You’re an honorable ruler because I say so.”
Now his lashes were batting back at you and he found himself at a loss of words. He couldn’t quite argue with you when you were right. Had you said no, he would’ve agreed anyway.
People would be of great shock if they knew the real power you hold over him.
“Now,” You roll your tongue out once more, then place your hands behind your back, “Be a good boy and keep rewarding me, won’t you?”
The fate of the Fire Nation’s future could be found somewhere in your demands and Zuko hadn’t a single argument against it.
He’d do anything for you—even thrash his cock through your throat as you’ve asked him to, despite this being a severely forbidden relationship.
synopsis . You can’t handle a kiss from your boyfriend because he has a really weird fixation with your mouth. content . afab!reader, established relationship, oral fixation, taunting, begging, mock sympathy, finger sucking, he’s kinda mean, light brat taming, choking, etc. (answering this request)
You’re not sure when it started but it seems as though your dear Hugo has taken quite the liking to your mouth.
You noticed within your first few kisses that something was different in the way his lips would weigh into yours. There was never anything brief about his mouth aligning with your own, but what really gave away his fixation with your mouth was when you caught the way he stared your lips down prior to taking them against his own.
It was as though he’d mapped out every curve and crevice of your mouth into his head, and then made sure to greet each bit with a greedy slip of his tongue.
At first, you wanted to say he was just a really passionate kisser. Then he started to pop a finger into your mouth in between them—watching and feeling the way you hum in surprise of his thumb intruding the connection.
Hugo wasn’t a man of many expressions but only when he took you by surprise mid-kiss did you feel a smirk threaten him. How could you not expect him to do something so obvious? One of his fingers was practically destined to enter your mouth at some point.
Even so, by the time your lips departed from his, he’d still have that neutral face with you which revealed absolutely nothing about what he was thinking. And accompanying this would be that thumb of his, pressing further down the center of your tongue whilst his eyes met yours.
The moment your gaze went wide, something low vibrated out from the back of his throat—so low you nearly missed it. Then his head would tip off to the left in a manner so slow you could feel your self shrinking in size from the gesture alone.
“You look cute like this,” The statement seemed innocent at first, honestly. But you saw it in his eyes how his mind was far, far elsewhere—and this realization was confirmed the moment he followed that up with, “Now suck.”
Even though you did—and quite diligently, at that—something in him still seemed unsatisfied with your performance. You figured that perhaps there wasn’t enough in your mouth?
Hugo, being many steps ahead of you as he always was, let his thumb produce a different angle within your orifice before he plucked it out past your lips. Then he wiped your own salvia across your bottom lip and tutted.
“You enjoyed that, huh?” An observation wrapped in a question, of which he already knew the answer to. When you nod, his eyes narrow. “Say it then,” his finger moved to your chin to tip your head further up, “Tell me how you liked having my finger in your mouth—how you enjoyed sucking on it simply because I told you to.”
Your lips moved to do exactly that, the words were prepared against your tongue—and yet, he interrupted you ever so rudely.
Hugo possesses a lot of qualities that can’t be described as anything else aside from thick. His fingers are no exception, and you’re made acutely aware of it as his index and pointer shove their way into your mouth before you could properly obey him.
He doesn’t smile, but you can still see how pleased his by seeing you like this. Especially as you begin to hum gibberish around his digits.
Can he understand a word you’re saying? Technically no. Does he try to have a conversation with you anyway since he cares little about the concept of silence around you? Well, yes.
“What was that?” His eyebrows lift ever so slightly and you swear he’s fighting the urge to smile at you, “You said you love having my fingers in your mouth, and that listening to me is your favorite thing to do? Aw.”
Your head shakes, and for a moment you debate on nibbling at his fingers. You don’t though, considering how he watches your mouth move to pout and how your eyes glare at him instead.
Hugo nods his head, “I see, I see. So then,” his eyes leave yours and find your mouth again. His cock twitches once he feels your tongue dancing in between his fingers, followed by a wet suck as he drives them in just a bit deeper. “Did you want my fingers elsewhere? Do you-, hah..” His words escape him once your hand grabs at his wrist and you bob your head back and forth a little.
The way your mouth feels enveloping his two fingers, how your tongue slathers all around them, the mixed sensation of wetness and warmth—all of these factors nearly give him the desire to give you what he knows you want. But more than that, he wants the impossible out of you first. He wants to hear you beg for what you want, and he wants to hear it clearly.
All while his fingers are in your mouth.
“Do you need my fingers elsewhere, perhaps?” His eyes narrow further on you and you push yourself forward just so you can gag on his fingers as if to answer him. That’s when he grins, “You do, don’t you? It’s a shame you can’t seem to beg me for it.”
“Mmmh,” a stubborn array of grumbles fly his way, but instead of making things easier for you, he merely thrusts his fingertips further. “Mmph?” the cadence of that hum is most obviously meant to be a please—he knows how you beg far too well.
Even so, he can’t find himself to care that you’re struggling to do what’s asked of you. You look far too cute like this.
“Fuck, was that your best attempt at begging? Can you really not say it any clearer than that? Poor thing.” He hums, pulling his fingers away from your mouth slowly just to watch the way you almost-drunkenly chase after him.
The moment his digits escape your lips, your hold on his wrist gets a little tighter and you pant, “Please?”
Hugo raises a brow and wipes his fingertips across your bottom lip, “Please, what?”
Your mouth opens and he fights the urge to just laugh at you as he interrupts you again. Your grip on his wrist is lost as he finger-fucks your throat properly this time around—watching the mess he makes of you whilst drool leaks out from the corner of your lips.
Then you make the stupid mistake of trying to pull your head away from him so you can ask for what you want, and he scoffs as if annoyed before using that free hand of his to bring it up to your throat.
“A couple fingers in your mouth makes you do really dumb things, huh. I’ll give you what you want when I feel like it,” Hugo breathes out, cock swelling between his legs, “You understand that much, yes?”
You nod, but words couldn’t describe how much he adored it when you tried to act like a brat with him. He loved putting you in your place more than anything. And that glossy look of need in your eyes… fuck, he had half a mind to quit teasing you and splay you out against the nearest surface available.
“All you have for me is a nod?” Hugo scoffs, “Am I annoying you, chérie?”
You can’t help but whine this time—there was no way of winning him over when he got like this. He’d drag out this teasing until you physically couldn’t take it anymore if you’d let him.
Even so, the whine from you prompts him to look down at the way you’re squeezing your legs together, and he lets out a sigh. One could say he might even feel bad for you considering he knows you’ve likely soaked through your panties by this point.
“Fine, fine,” His fingers leave your mouth but the hand at your throat remains as he gives it a light squeeze. “You’re lucky I’m in a good mood today. Strip.”
banner art by rororogi mogera || author’s note: this is for the biggest hugo fan ik @inciseleviathan <3
synopsis . Thigh riding with your boyfriend. content . afab!reader, established relationship, teasing, he's kinda mean, slight size kink, degradation, praise, etc. (this is a repost from kamitv)
Your boyfriend makes you drag your drooling pussy all over the expanse of his thick thigh while he's leaning back—manspread like some slut—against the couch with hungry eyes and a mean grip on your hips, just for fun.
Groaning a teasing, "You look so fuckin' pretty on me like this," as if he wasn't using you like some sort of entertainment right now.
He loved watching the way your gorgeous face twisted up all needly and nothing satisfied him more than gifting your hand a rude smack when you tried to grab at his cock.
Some fuckin' nerve you had.
Here he was trying to be nice, complimenting you, and let you get off all prettily on his thigh but you wanted to be greedy and reach for his dick instead? Suguru scoffed at you and sliped one of his hands in between your lewdly parted legs just to pinch your clit and listen to the way you whine.
Scoffing at your whole dramatic display, "Aw, what's the matter now, you mad?" He'd go on and tease, just to earn that frustrated pout of yours and smile at the sight.
You'd frown at him fully and your nails would go digging into the skin of his arm where your hand was holding onto, "When I said I wanted to ride you... this isn't what I meant, Suguru."
Your boyfriend only makes the most delighted expression that manages to piss you off even more before he says, "You should've been more specific then, huuuh?" in that mocking tone he knows you hate love so much.
To which you groan and jerk your hips forward as if to make some kind of point. Not that it helps much with the way he steels that hand on your hip and forces your cunt to grind smoothly over the slick mess you've already made on his naked thigh.
And he'd start flexing the muscles of his leg, making sure you really feel the pressure in between your sloppy folds. The whole act makes his cock ache and throb beneath the confines of his boxers but for right now, he couldn't care less. Not when he's got you moaning from his leg alone and making the filthiest expressions even as you complained about how much you "hated" this.
"C'mon, admit it. You're just as into this as I am," Suguru purrs, as if he can't literally feel the way you're sobbing all over his leg—slick dripping down his skin and wetting up all of his thigh. You were literally leaving a trail of arousal on his leg right now so it's not like you could sit there and try to play it off like you didn't agree to do this in the first place. "You're glaring at me like your pussy's not leaking all over the place right now."
You grit your teeth and let your eyes shoot elsewhere. You so desperately wanted to argue him down and deny deny deny the fact that you were actually about to cum from this but, of course, you couldn't exactly do that. Especially not with the way Suguru presses his thumb against your clit just as you roll your hips forward.
"Fuck-," You gasped before your forehead was meeting his shoulder and you began grinding harder against him.
"Uhuh, thereee she is. There's my slutty girl," Suguru taunts—again, as if he didn't place you here himself—a lazy smirk drawing itself onto his flawless features. Then he's turning his lips to your ear and moving both of his hands back to your hips to drag you against him slower, "I missed you like this, baby. So fuckin' needy against me."
You can't help the way your cunt clenches against his thigh when he says that. Not to mention the way he angles your hips to slip backwards and how he motions his leg up and rubs against your clit again. "Goddamnit, Suguru. This.. ah-, this isn't what I w-wanted." You manage to complain as you fight the fluttering of your lashes.
"Yeahh? Poor girlll." Suguru chastises against the crown of your ear. You feel the way his warm breath tickles your skin and he decides to taunt you further with a mean smack to your ass, making you jump a bit in surprise. He scoffs, " You wanted to ride my cock sooo badly, didn't you?"
Groaning again, "You know I did," You whine as your back arches a bit.
Suguru merely cocks his head to the side and looks down at the way you're clinging to him.
He could feel every twitch and nasty trickle of arousal that poured out against his leg so, it's only natural that he flashes that sly knowing smile again, "Oh, is that why you're cumming on my leg right now?"
Sometimes you hated how well he knew your body.
The way he could feel you getting even messier against him was almost more annoying than the situation itself. So, you end up searing into his shoulder, "Shut up-"
"You don't want me to," Suguru cuts off rudely, and of course his smile widens when he hears the sloppy squelch your cunt makes in reaction. "Not with the way I can feel that pussy dripping allll over me. Fuuuck, lean back, pretty girl. I wanna see her."
Do you deny Suguru? Of course not. You don't think you've ever denied this man of anything in your entire life and you damn sure weren't about to start now.
Your upper half leans back oh-so-gorgeously and you catch the way his cock jumps in reaction. Now that makes you smile, hands going back to keep yourself propped up perfectly on his leg as your eyes lowered on the sight of your starved boyfriend and your hips picked up their pace.
Suguru tips his head to the side slowly and his hands dance up and down your body slowly, "So perfect f'me." He whispers, trailing those violet eyes down your figure and pressing his leg up again jsut to watch your folds part nastily, cunt aching against him. "God, maybe I should've put you on my cock instead..."
"Ya' think?" You huff, earning a telling look from him.
"Don't get smart with me, you'd need me to stretch you out on my fingers before that anyway." Suguru argues, scoffing at your confidence. He maneuvers a hand to your ass before lifting you up ever so slightly to catch sight of the sticky muddle of cum you've left there. "Mmh..." He hums deeply, "Can't think of a single time you've taken every inch of me without complaints."
Then he sets you back down and smacks your ass again. To which you're left gasping before a sneaky smile sparks across your lips, "Moaning isn't complaining by the way. Not my fault you're fuckin' huge."
Suguru knew what you were doing when you said that.
Hell, his cock was practically crying to feel you by this point, leaking whorishly against his sweats. He tries to play it off by clearing his throat and raising a brow, "Are you talking like that on purpose so you can get what you want outta' me?"
Your smile widens, "Maybe."
You knew you had him now.
Hence why he scoffs almost immediately and rolls his eyes all sassily before saying, "Well, it's working. Lift those fuckin' hips."
banner art from “Toile No Jimiko To Omukae No Gokusotsu” || perm suguru tags (1/2):
synopsis . How watching a movie with your roommate goes wrong. pairings (separate) . Toji x f!reader, Choso x f!reader, Gojo x f!reader, Nanami x f!reader.
content . afab!reader, non-curse au, unprotected sex, dry humping, degrading, praise, dirty talk, filth, pussy slapping, tw: spitting, they’re all pervs, heavy tension, pet names, pining, men losing their confidence once they feel you, submissive men, taunting, cockwarming, manhandling, rough sex, teasing, begging, etc.
word count . 9.6k || author's note: doja release the full song pls </3 banner art from “Kubitsuri Danshi to Nikushoku Joshi” (this is a slightly revised repost)
☆ Toji Fushiguro — "There's a sex scene coming up."
The first thing you do is laugh at the man. He told you that as if you hadn't seen a thousand sex scenes before.
Rolling your eyes, you barely move in your seat, "So?" You huff back to your awfully smug roommate.
Now, you and Toji get along relatively well. The attraction between the two of you is noticeably mutual so it doesn't fully surprise you that he felt the need to announce the next part of the movie to you. The two characters were already slopping each other's faces up so it was pretty obvious where things were going.
As such, that doesn't exactly prepare you for the next thing your roommate decides to say to you.
"We should recreate it," Toji suggests, completely catching you off guard.
You and him have done… things before but, never sex. Or at least, you’ve never had his cock inside you. Maybe you’ve sucked him off once or twice and maybe he’s returned the favor two or, six times but—who’s keeping track of all that? The point is, you’ve never had traditional sex with the guy.
He was more of your roommate-with-benefits at the end of the day, if you needed someone to help you get off after a long and stressful day, Toji was offering himself to you and the same vice versa.
So when he suggests recreating a sex scene with you, the last thing you expected was what the actual scene itself was…
“Well, what is it?” You ask curiously, turning your head to look up and the man who was already right beside you.
Toji tips his head to the side and keeps his eyes focused on the screen, “Watch it and see for yourself.”
Feeling slightly annoyed by how he suggested something to you only to not explain what it is he wants to do, you just turn back to the TV and do just that—watching as the movie plays out.
You think you’re turned on rather quickly once the two character on screen start fucking like goddamn rabbits—position after position, moan after moan, and noticeably rough sex occurring onscreen. There’s one position in particular that Toji nudges you at, to which your eyes widen and you tense up.
The man on screen has his partner in a headlock as they fuck them from behind. All you can do is bat your lashes as the scene with that position plays out far longer than the others, words of filth being muttered and the moans sounding awfully real.
Your mouth opens to ask your roommate something but he’s already in your ear before you get the chance to, “Yeah, I wanna try that with ya’,” Toji whispers.
A wave of heat flashes over your entire body and you’re squeezing your legs together at the thought alone. Toji behind you like that, shoving his fat angry cock inside you while his beefy arm constricts around your throat, limiting air from you and—
Yeah, you weren’t shying away from that offer, even though you had your fears.
“T-Toji, you wanna-, hah, you wanna put me in a headlock?” You sputter out in surprise, “We’ve never even had sex in a normal position… I don’t think I can take-”
“You can,” He cuts off rudely, “Jus’ gotta let me prep you. And I’ll be gentle,” He murmurs to you, even though you know that’s a lie, “…’Til you get used to me.”
You chuckle nervously, “I dunno… You-,” A sigh slips from your lips, “You wanna do this now?”
He nods, “Mhm,” Then his hand is moving to yours and he pulls your touch over to his crotch, “Got hard jus’ thinking about it.”
Instinctively, your hand moves to feel around and your fingers shape around his erection, cupping his stupidly hard cock and feeling him throb beneath your touch. You gulp before you glance down at your hand and the way it looks sliding down along his length against his sweats, outlining his shape with your touch and pulling your lower lip into your mouth at the thought.
You remember how difficult it was to fit the guy in your throat so you could only imagine him stretching your pussy open, giving you long and deep thrusts just so you could get used to him, and the way he’d force you to feel every thick inch of his.
“You’re droolin’,” Toji points out suddenly as he brings a hand to your face and swipes his calloused thumb across the corner of your lips, bringing his finger to his mouth moments later, “Figured you’d like this just as much as me but look atcha’,” He licks whatever taste from your mouth he got off of his thumb. “A mess already, tsk.” He teases.
You’re just sitting there with your eyes still on his cock straining against his sweatpants, trying to mentally prepare yourself to have that inside you. You swallow thickly, “Toji…”
“Hm?” He hums lowly with a slight cock of his head.
You bring your gaze up to him and his green eyes are already low on yours, “I wanna do it.”
Famous last words…
The smirk that stretched across his scared lips was probably one of the most sexy looks you’ve ever seen on the man. Not to mention the immediate jump of his cock in reaction to your agreement.
And in God knows how many minutes, your clothes were scattered on the floor and he had you bent over on the couch as he prepped you with his fingers. Toji knows how big his dick is– hell, he’s a little too aware of it, so he had to make sure you were extra soaked for him.
Talking to you in that rasp and deep tone of his, “I think you can take me jus’ fine,” He murmurs to you, fucking his fingertips deeper inside yo u with each passing second, “You’re already takin’ three of my fingers so, what’s the difference?”
You moan against the couch cushion your cheek is currently resting against, “Mgh, your cock i-is waaay bigger,” You admit in a horny little slur.
Of course he smiles at that, glad you can’t see his face right now because your words only stroke his ego more and more, “Is it?” As Toji asks you that, he drags his fingers out of you, moving to suck your most recent orgasm off of them before repositioning himself behind you. Then he shrugs, “I dunno, I don’t think there’s that much of a difference..”
He’s still talking but you’re refusing to believe a thing he says. You’ve had your fair share of studying his cock up close so you already knew how he’d feel inside you. Even so, you feel a glob of spit land on your cunt and it makes you flinch out of your thoughts. After that is followed by something fat and hard pressing in between your folds.
The arch in your back furthers and your lips part, “Toji?” You whisper.
A big hand comes down on your ass before he’s gripping onto you, “Mhm, that’s me you feel,” He teases, his other hand busy rubbing his cockhead up and down your sopping slit.
You think a moan leaves your lips already at the mere tease of his cock, “I don’t think-”
“You’ve been doin’ a little too much of that lately,” He huffs, lifting his tip from you before letting it smack against your pussy a few times and then smiling to himself at how wet you were, “Just let me take care of ya’, I'm not gonna hurt you unless you want me to, silly girl.”
A little mumbled curse is heard coming from your mouth but Toji’s only response to that is easing his hips forwards, squeezing his tip inside you slowly as he watches the way you turn your head to stuff your face into the cushion and your hands gripping onto the couch. Toji takes it slow at first, easing his tip in and out of you a few times until you relax a little.
Then he’s pushing an inch or two inside you and he can hear your muffled moans against the couch. Not to mention the way you move a hand back as if to push him away already.
Toji just rolls his eyes at that point, “I’m not even halfway in,” He chuckles, “Relax f’me.”
You try, you really do. It is a bit difficult but you try not to be so tense as he continues to push into you. It’s the first thrust that really had you gasping and holding onto the couch for dear life because after that, Toji repeats the action—drawing his hips all the way back before thrusting himself in fully, all the way to the hilt of your cunt. You’re practically clawing at the cushion below you and your eyes are tearing up from the sheer stretch of his cock.
You could feel him in every corner of your dripping cunt, his thick shaft leaving you gasping for air and his sharp hips clashing against your ass. You hardly register the groans he’s letting out or the curses about how tight you are.
His hands are everywhere on your ass as things start off slow, a few thrusts in and he feels your walls clamp around him before you’re cumming already. He hadn’t even gotten you into the position he wanted you in and you were already whining his name. Toji grips onto the fat of your ass, spreading you further for him as he watched his bulging angry cock ease in and out of you, your sloppy juices coating his veins and dripping all over the damn place.
The mess makes him smirk, “Fuckin’ filthy,” He hums. Then he’s leaning down and you feel your heart sink because after that, a surprisingly gentle hand is creeping around your neck before he lifts your face up. Getting a good look at you, he meets your gaze with a smirk before whispering, “You okay?”
The way he checks on you had your cunt squeezing around him again. “M-Mhm,” You mumble, mouth messy with drool and lashes coated with tears that’d yet to fall yet.
Toji tips his head to the side, still gently rocking his hips into yours and barely humping his cock in and out of you, “Ready to keep goin’?”
It takes you a second to agree to that but when you feel his tip brush against somewhere particularly sweet inside you, you nod eagerly, “Uhuh,” You murmur almost dumbly.
All he can do is smile and lean back up, “C’mere then,” Toji instructs. You follow suit and lean up with him. “Tip ya’ head back for me, here,” He’s still buried inches inside you but he’s instructing you with no problem, moving a hand to your chin to tip your head back, “Just keep lookin’ at me for a second, m'kay?”
You let out a shaky breath of air before keeping your eyes back on his, feeling and watching him lean closer to you and then slowly wrap an arm around your neck, making your breath hitch slightly.
“You sure you're ready for this, doll?” Toji asks as he soon has you take your eyes off of his so he can lock your head into place, “Might break ya’,” He teases.
Your hands move to feel his arm around your neck, caressing his skin before you smile a little, “That’s okay,” You whisper in response, your excitement getting the better of you, “You can break me a little, Toji.”
His hold on your head isn’t the tightest yet, since he doesn’t literally wanna choke you out but, it’s tight enough to where you can’t move and his next thrust has you gasping again. And then it all goes downhill from there because Toji swears you’ve only gotten tighter since he’s put you in this position and you’re so soaked that you’re drippin’ down your thighs.
He can’t help but get a little rough with you. The first few movements were merely experimental but the second you’re comfortable and start moaning for more, Toji’s pouring out a heavy groan right into your ear as he starts to really fuck you.
The couch creaks and your cunt is so loud and messy as his heavy balls smack against you with each bruising thrust of his angry cock. You could feel him throbbing and pulsing deep inside you every time you uttered his name in pleasure. The position had you weak, your legs shaking within minutes and your nails scratching at his arm.
All as he whispered filthy things in your ear, “So fuckin’ messy for me,” He huffs, earnig a whine from you, “You like this, huh? Like bein’ my messy lil’ thing?”
“T-Toji, oh fu-uck, s’too much-,” You choke, feeling his arm tighten around you just to shut you up.
“You're takin’ it juuust fine, baby,” His tone is far to sweet for the way he’s bullying your pussy right now, stretching you and fucking you so full that it was getting hard to think.
His hips were harsh against yours, smack after smack, making your moans come out in a stutter and a slur as he murmured degrading little nicknames into your ear seconds later.
“Gonna cum for me again? I’ve already gotcha’ folded up like some whore-, mgh… it's the least you could do for me, doll,” Toji grunts into your ear, his swollen cockhead pounding right into where you need him most.
Your eyes practically roll to the back of your skull and you’re spasming, “Tojii, I c-can’t-, ah, hahh-, hnngh.. p-please,” You mewl, dewy slicks from your cunt glistening all over his fat cock that it even has him panting and losing his breath.
His lips are right against your ear, breath warm and dick throbbing wildly inside you with the way he doesn’t let up on you for even one moment, “One more, pretty. Jus’ gimme one more,” He whispers.
Your breath hitches and you can feel your orgasm building right back up, you were so close and he was fucking you just right. His hold on you gets a little tighter and he pinpoints his thrusts deeper against your sloppy pussy, the filthy squelches only growing louder and louder before you’re whimpering his name.
Toji kisses the tip of your ear softly—feeling the way your cunt just sloshes around his cock and making his eyes go back. You were squeezing him so tightly that it was almost hard to cram his cock into you. Your pussy was so damn heavenly that Toji felt lightheaded for a moment, despite you being the one getting choked out right now.
Before he knows it, he’s fucking a thick creamy load of cum inside you while grunting your name out through slightly gritted teeth. The way you were moaning and whining in return drove him crazy, the sight of your jaw dangling open, drool sliding down your chin, tears rolling down your face—the entire sight and feel of you had his head spinning in pleasure.
Which is exactly why he’s emptying himself into you while you milk him for all he’s worth. He doesn’t even realize he’s released you from that headlock until the sounds of your moans are muffled again. Toji barely remembers shoving your face down and pressing a hand into your arch before ramming whatever's left of his cum deeper inside you.
Then there was the way your legs were shaking and how filthy it was to watch his cum drip out of you as he pulled out. Oh, he was definitely having sex with you again after this.
☆ Choso Kamo — He's too attentive.
You're too focused on the way your favorite actor's busy on the screen going down on the love interest of the movie to realize that Choso's got his eyes everywhere except the TV.
He notices the way you're shifting in your seat, the thumb you bring up to your lips and the nail you nibble on anxiously as the sex scene ahead continues. Choso zones out from the fake slurps and forced moans from the TV, his eyes and ears completely focused on you and you only. Even when you let out a sigh as your thighs squeeze together, he notices.
And he doesn’t mean to stare at you but he couldn’t help it. What about this particular sex scene had you so squirmish? He’s watched them with you before but it was obvious this one was different. Was it the actor? Choso can’t help but glance at the TV to remind himself of who was in the movie, wondering if the big muscular pink-haired man on the TV was your type.
You were practically drooling at this point, hanging off of every word the man said all while Choso quickly put two and two together.
Clearing his throat, you flinch as if you’d been caught doing something you had no business doing, “You alright over there?” Choso hums.
You slowly turn your head to him and your lashes flutter as you pull your thoughts away from where they’d been previously, “U-Uhuh, yeah… Why?” You respond hesitantly.
You were far too caught up in the movie to have noticed how much Choso was paying attention.
He shrugs, “You keep moving,” Choso points out before looking at the TV, “Is the scene making you uncomfortable or something?”
Your brows twist up, “What? N-No, not at all! It’s actually uh,” You had to pause for a second before you decide to tell him the truth, glancing back at your favorite actor on screen, “Well, that’s one of my favorite actors and the scene is pretty hot.”
“Oh,” Your roommate responds, nodding in acknowledgment, “You like guys like that?”
You snort, “Guys like what?”
“Tall, muscular, face tatts….” Choso lists carefully as he narrows his eyes on the actor ahead, “...Pink hair?”
You roll your eyes, “N-No, I just… Well, okay maybe that is kinda my type.” You’re slow to admit that because as soon as the words leave your lips, you’re looking at your roommate and realizing that aside from the hair color, he pretty much fits that description.
Choso turns his head to you and lifts his brows, “Yeah?” He huffs, smirking a bit, “You do know I basically just described myself, safe for the pink hair…”
“O-Okay… so?”
“So, I kinda resemble your type and your favorite actor.”
“Y’know, now that you mention in,” Your head tilts and you lean a bit closer to Choso, studying his facial features closer, “You two do look like you could be related.”
“Wait seriously?” Choso lets out a laugh, “If so that’s kinda funny since, just like him in this movie, I’ve never given anyone head.”
“You’ve never-,” You choke on whatever it is you were about to say as you realize what he just said. “Huh? You’ve never given anyone head?”
He shrugs, “No?”
And your curiosity practically spirals from there, “Have you had sex before?” You ask.
“Yeah,” Choso smirks at the immediate questions you have for him. “I’m not a virgin. But, well, my mouth is, I guess,” He explains steadily before looking to the TV again.
Your eyes remain fixated on his face, “Do you want to?”
“Want to,” His eyes trail right back over to you, “What?”
You lean in again, “Give someone head?”
“Are you offering?” Choso replies casually, licking his lips seconds afterwards.
A smile spreads across your face and you try to flip it back onto him, “Nono, are you offering.”
He stares at you for a long moment, trying to figure out the right way to go about all this. Every muscle in his body was telling him to say yes because, technically, he was offering. He’d been offering silently ever since he first said something. You looked so focused on the damn TV that it almost irritated Choso, he could do whatever that actor’s doing ten times better.
…Even if he’s never done it before.
“Yeah,” Choso breathes out, not wanting to pass up on this opportunity in the slightest.
You gulp, “You-”
Before you get to finish, Choso’s shifting against your bed—maybe movie night in your room wasn’t the best idea. He’s moving closer to you and soon placing his hands on the bed at your sides as he brings his face close to yours. Your eyes are all wide and you’ve sat up completely, heart thumping in your chest at how close he’s gotten.
“Cho,” You whisper, watching the way his gaze changes, “You actually wanna-”
“I can do it,” He utters carefully as he places one hand on your thigh and slowly parts your legs for his body to fit in between, “I saw the way you’ve been looking at the screen anyway so, I know you’re worked up.”
“I-I’m not-,” You’re cut off yet again when Choso leans in and his lips brush over yours for a split second before he shifts to kiss your cheek.
Then he trails those soft little kisses over to your ear, “I’ve always wanted to try, y’know…”
“Try what?” You breathe, feeling his breath caress the crown of your ear.
“Pleasing someone with my tongue,” Choso explains, one of his legs sliding up in between yours up until he brushes against your core and you instinctively move a hand to hold onto his arm. To which he smirks, “And you’re needy for it so, just let me try.”
“I’m not needy for anything, I-” Again, he cuts you off. This time he just pushes his leg forward a bit so that he’s fully pressing against your clothed cunt, earning a pathetic little gasp from you.
“You were saying?” Choso taunts as he tips his head down to your neck.
You scoff, “Shut up.”
“Shut me up,” He huffs back before kissing your neck.
“Fine,” Is the last thing you said to him before the two of you started acting on your whims.
He doesn’t even remember what he was thinking or how he got to this point by the time he’s got his face buried between your thighs. He can hardly think of anything else aside from the glistening slick drooling out of your exposed cunt moments after he’d tugged your panties down. Choso swears he’s never seen anything this wet in his life, his eyes hungry as they study your pussy closely before he even thinks about touching you.
All while you lay before him, your legs held open by his big hands and your eyes low on the way he looked, staring at you so lewdly. For someone who’s never even done this before, he damn sure looked as though he were about to devour you like you were his last meal.
“Shiiit,” Choso whispers as his head tilts along with the excessive dripping from your hole. He’s just watching your cunt twitch and ooze without him even touching you yet. Was his staring doing this to you? (It was).
You gulp, “Don’t just stare, Cho…”
“But she’s so pretty,” He mumbles, almost in awe at the way your cunt only gets wetter, “And responsive… haven’t even touched her yet ‘nd she’s leaking for me.”
He feels the way your thighs try to closer together out of embarrassment but the steel grip he has on you wasn’t allowing that to happen anytime soon, especially as he finally leans in and does nothing more than plant a sloppy kiss against your even sloppier pussy. The wet little mwah that emits into the air as he pulls away slightly makes both you and him gasp.
“Choso,” You practically whine, “Please don’t tease.”
He licks his lips and glances up at you, “You gotta remember, I don’t really know what m’doing,” Choso mumbles in response while he presses his lips against your cunt once more.
Then, his tongue lulls out and he keeps his eyes on yours as he gets that first raw taste of you. His brows immediately twist up and his tongue slicks upwards as his lips shift to cup your cunt. Choso has no idea what he’s doing but you spasm a bit when he slurps your taste into his mouth and lets out a groan against you.
Completely clueless, Choso just does what he thinks would feel good for you after that and for whatever reason, it fucking works. He swears he’s never given head before but the way his tongue was lapping against you said something entirely different. He swirls the slipper pink muscle upward and he’s at your clit within a few moments, flicking the tip of his tongue against it before just toying with you using his mouth.
All as his eyes remained fixated on you and the way you moan whenever he does something right. It’s so sloppy the way he fucks his tongue inside your drooling hole, digging more and more of your taste out of you so he can get it all inside his mouth. Muttering small, “Tastes s’sweet,” against you as he works his lips and tongue.
Even whenever he pulls away for a few seconds, he just spits on your cunt to watch it get messier, smiles at the filthiness of it all, and then dives right back in. Your hand is soon to get lost in his hair and his usual messy ponytails come aloof with the way you tug and pull at him.
Choso worships your cunt, kiss after kiss, lick after lick, and groan after groan. At some point his hands move away from your thighs just so he can feel your legs close around his head as he shoves his tongue in deeper and the tip of his nose rubs against your clit.
“Mmmgh,” Choso grunts against your sopping hole, his eyes flickering back for a moment as you lifted your hip against his face.
He soon tugs his face away for a second just to slap his tongue against your pussy, making you whine in pleasure and call out his name, “Cho, oh fuck… are you sure y-you’ve never-”
“Uhuh,” He’s cutting off as he latches his mouth right back onto you, slobbering all over your cunt like it was the only thing keeping him sane and moaning against you.
It’s a filthy mess in between your legs—hickies you hardly remember him leaving decorating your inner thighs, a bite mark or two spotted, sweat and saliva left just everywhere, a few splatters of his spit mixed with your juices, and most importantly, a very disheveled Choso feasting on you with not a care in the world.
You don’t even know if you cum, or how many times you do so because Choso doesn’t stop until you’re trembling underneath him. And because it was his first time, that took quite a while but he didn’t care. His jaw had started to hurt and he thinks his tongue was going numb for a second with how long he’d been in between your legs, slurping your pussy, and using nearly all of his face to please you.
You may not have known if you came but Choso did—swallowing everything you gave him down without a care in the world, letting out a whiney moan every time the slick slithered down his throat, and groaning in pleasure each time you came for him.
He wasn’t even talking as much as he thought he would be because he was too focused on your taste and getting more and more and more of it from you.
Maybe next time you let him do this he’ll be a little more talkative but, for tonight, he had a secret intention of making you squirt—no matter how many hours that may take.
☆ Gojo Satoru — "Why're you sitting so far away?"
The moment you were hit with that infamous question, you knew things were going to go left. Of course, if anyone's hitting you with something so cliche mid-movie, it's Gojo freaking Satoru.
You give your roommate nothing more than a side glance from your eyes, noticing how all his attention is on you, "I'm not that far away, am I?"
Gojo weighs his head to the side, one muscular arm relaxed atop the back stretch of the couch as he cracks that annoying little smirk at you, "You're all the way over thereee," He whines before gesturing a hand to the distance between you and him.
The couch you were on could seat a total of six people and you were roughly an arms length away from the guy so you really didn't know what he expected from you.
All you can do is laugh at his childish antics, "Satoru, you said you wanted to watch a movie with me—not cuddle and watch a movie with me."
He wets his lips before smiling at you, "Well, maybe I want a lil' more now..." To which you scoff and he scooches a bit closer to you, “Plus, the movie’s gettin’ boring.”
You roll your eyes at the guy, “No, you’re just impatient. It’ll pick up in a second, give it some time, ‘Toru.”
God, he loved it when you used that nickname with him. Neither of you remember when you first started using it but you know he likes it and he knows the nickname makes his heart race every time you say it.
“You were seconds away from falling asleep before I said something,” Gojo argues. He’s still gradually scooting closer and closer to you but you don’t even mind it at this point.
He’s always been a man who doesn’t understand the concept of personal space anyway so this doesn’t surprise you in the slightest. Before you know it, the side of Gojo’s thigh is brushing against yours and his arm is right behind you, fingertips dancing near your shoulder.
“I was not,” You protest before finally giving him your full attention. Okay, maybe you had been falling asleep on the movie but you really just wanted a regular movie night with the guy.
…Not whatever it becomes within a few minutes. Because of course the second your eyes are meeting his, his gaze is down on your lips and he’s lowering his voice as if everything was going according to his plan.
Gojo scoffs, “Yeah you were. There’s no need to lie, sweets. If you were getting sleepy, I can think of a few things we can do that’ll keep you awake…”
You swallow and it takes everything in you not to shift away from him because the masculine scent of his expensive cologne is creeping into your nose and you can feel your body heating up simply because of how close he is to you. “Like what?” You practically whisper even though you knew where your question would lead.
And y’know what, you can’t even say you’re mad at where it leads because you’ve had your eyes on Gojo ever since you moved in with him. So when he bluntly offers himself to you with a swift hum of, “We could always fuck,” You’re left speechless for a moment.
Then he’s leaning in and you’re finally looking down at his lips, your breath stuttering with each inch of space that disappears between the two of you until his lips are practically on yours and you feel his skin brushing over you as he speaks.
“You can even keep watching your lil' movie while we do it,” Gojo whispers, “Just say the word and I’ll-“
“Okay,” You huff out faster than you have time to think.
Because who on God’s green earth would deny Gojo Satoru of sex? Especially when he’s so stupidly close to you and staring down at your lips like the lack of connection is driving him to the brink of insanity.
So as soon as your agreement hits his ears, his lips are on yours, and your arms are moving to wrap around his neck to keep him close.
It’s hot, heavy, and even a bit sloppy as he tugs your lips apart for his tongue to slither in. Once Gojo gets that little taste of you, he can’t get enough. Letting out a low grunt into your mouth as his tongue swipes at the corners and crevices of your mouth, hands moving to your waist and then your thigh just to urge you to hurry up and get on top of him, and his body quickly yearning for more and more of you as the seconds pass.
Then you’re on top of him and he’s letting out a groan as you straddle him, your weight plopping down on his crotch and making his hips buck up against you instinctively. Gojo’s pale veiny hands are grabbing a hold of your waist and he’s deepening the kiss with you, feeling eager and almost starved for more.
Pulling away with a messy little cobweb of saliva hanging in between your lips, he grins, “Why didn’t we do this sooner, huh?” Before you can answer, his hands are sliding down to your hips and he’s quick to guide your body against his, making you grind against his growing erection, “‘Know how many times I thought about this?” Gojo huffs.
All you can do is let out a soft pant that fans over his wet lips, “No but, you should tell me all about it while we fuck.”
Then you’re pushing your lips onto his again and his brows are twisting up in pleasure. Things were moving a bit fast but that didn’t stop the wild twitch of Gojo’s cock as your words registered to him.
Tell you about how he’s pictured you like this while he’s buried inside you, huh? Well, whatever his cute roommate wants, she’s sure to get from him.
A few sloppy kisses and teasing grinds later and the two of you are undressing one another. The movie was almost long forgotten until Gojo told you to turn around for him, he still wanted you to enjoy the movie you suggested. As such, he soon has your hands on his knees as you held yourself up, your back facing him, and your body bare above him safe for the lacy blue panties hugging your lower half.
And lord knows Gojo couldn’t hold back his smile when he caught sight of your panites. They matched his eyes. Surely that was no coincidence? Surely you put those on with the intention of this very scenario later playing out, right?
Gojo’s behind you shirtless by this point, his sweatpants messily tugged down just enough so that he could pull his cock out from the confines of his boxers—his blushing pink tip grazing your noticeably soaked panty clad cunt as he does so. He’s got one hand on your hip and the other tightly gripping the base of his thick cock, angling himself just enough so that he can caress your clothed pussy lips with his tip.
His bottom lip gets caught between his teeth as he watches himself slip in between your folds against the wet fabric of your panties. The slick from your cunt was leaking from that pretty lace you had on, glazing and coating his tip with a sexy mix of arousal soon sliding down his cock and causing you to let out the most heavenly little sound he’s ever heard leave your lips.
The noise snaps him out of his daze and he looks up to see your head turned to the side as you look back at him with a gaze of pure need. Gojo’s fat tip slips as his eyes meet yours and you feel him brush up against your clit, making your jaw drop slightly and your hips roll instinctively.
He wasn’t even touching you raw yet and you were already a needy mess. Gojo’s slow to glance down at where his cock is leaving sloppy kisses against your cunt, smirking at the sight all over again, “So wet,” He whispers, “Fuckin’ soaked f’me…”
It sounded as if he were talking to himself, his mind in some sort of daze the longer he rubbed himself against you. The tease of it all was driving you crazy. So much so that all you could do was arch your back a bit more for the man and attempt to grind yourself against his tip.
Your movement makes him groan and you watch as he slowly retracts his hands completely just to watch you lather his cockhead up with your arousal, the small squelches from the movement making his face and ears flush with red.
“S-Shit,” Gojo breathes out. It was like all his confidence and cocky demeanor had flown out the window and, again, he wasn't even inside you yet.
You soon grow tired of the teasing and lift your hips a little, earning a whine from Gojo as your warmth is pulled away from him for less than a second. Then, his eyes were glued to your hand and the way you tug your soaked panties to the side, revealing that pretty pussy of yours to him and making his cock jump in reaction.
Gojo couldn’t even try to lift his hips up to make his cock meet you once more because he was stuck in awe as you lowered yourself once more. Watching your pussy part over his tip was one thing in itself but then how fucking soft and wet you are makes his head fall back against the couch and a groan pour from his mouth.
You watch him move an arm to hold onto the back of the couch and his other hand grips onto the cushion beside him. His abs tense as you wiggle your hips against him, his cock just barely kissing your leaky entrance.
Hell, it almost makes you flinch when he moans, “Put it in,” Gojo pants, his entire body failing to move as the need for you overwhelms him, “Please,” He lets out a whine as you inch down on him ever so slightly, “F-Fuckin’ sit on it, baby-, sit on my cock, please? Wanna be inside you s-so bad.”
His hips twitch and he nearly lifts them just so he can sink the rest of his inches deep inside you— especially when you torture him and lift yourself, causing a brush of air to graze his tip where you two had previously been connected.
“Satoru…” You utter, watching his eyes flicker up to your face. “Did you just whine for me?”
Gojo’s quick to swallow whatever weak sound was about to leave his lips again due to the sultry tone of your voice. “N-No,” He huffs, trying to play off his moment of begging for you, “Course’ not… Just,” He gulps, “Just wanna feel you, c’mon.”
Now you’re the one smirking at him, “Beg for me again,” You whisper, to which a groan gets caught in the middle of his throat.
“What?” Gojo rasps, his body going rigid at your sudden command. Yeah, sure, he just begged for you but it’s different when you tell him to.
The way you chuckle at his confusion makes his body so unbelievably hot and flushed in embarrassment, “You heard me…” You purr, easing yourself back down and riding only his tip for a few seconds, “Beg for me, ‘Toru.”
Gojo’s jaw falls and his eyes drop to his cock again— precum was dripping all down along his veins and he was twitching to feel all of you, “Please?” He breathes out as his brows twist up, “I just…” His hips lift again and he tries to force himself up inside you, “Need it, sweetheart,” Gojo grunts before tossing his head back.
At that, you find yourself satisfied and you’re finally sinking down on his cock just like he wanted you to. Your eyes remain back on his face and the way his eyes roll back as an airy groan leaves his throat.
“Fuuuck,” Gojo moans into the air, his bottom lip quivering at the way your pussy sinks down around him, your sloppy walls making the filthiest squelch the further down you go, up until you stop when he’s only half way in.
Which makes his breath hitch. All he can do is roll his head back into place and look at you, catching the gape look on your face, and the clear struggle your cunt was having. You’re so wet around him that your moisture is just oozing down what’s left of his cock that’s yet to be inside you.
“Sweetheart, please,” Gojo pants, “Need you to sit all the way down,” He hums before moving his hands to your hips.
You let off a moan, “So big, ‘Toru…”
Every fiber of his being almost snapped his hips up into you at the sound of that. You had no idea the things you did to this man—letting out a moan like that, telling him how big he is, and using that goddamn nickname…
He can only nod, “Uhuh, I know, I know,” Then, Gojo’s attempting to collect himself because everytime he speaks in that low tone of his, your cunt is gripping onto his fat cock tighter, “J-Just-, hah, just take your time, sweets.”
That’s the last thing he wanted you to do because half of his cock was feeling absurdly neglected at the moment but, he couldn’t help but want to take things slow. After all, the sex was just to keep you from falling asleep, right?
As such, Gojo tightens his grasp on your hips and helps you ease down another inch or two— a hiss leaving his lips with the way your walls squeeze down on his cock.
“So fucking tight,” He breathes, “R-Relax, sweetheart… gonna make me cum before I even get all the way in.”
You start to lift yourself again as if to escape his thick inches squeezing into you, “S’too much, I-I can’t-“
He’s cutting you off and pulling you right back down with a groan, “Shhh, yes you can-, fuck, yes you can,” Gojo coos, leaning up and helping you sink onto him once more.
A moan of his name leaves your lips at the stretch of his cock, your eyes fluttering shut. Gojo’s steady to ease you all the way down until your cunt is meeting his heavy base, and both of you moan once he’s fully inside you.
You’re both panting in sync as you sit there with his throbbing cock inside you, his hardened tip kissing your sweet spot, and your walls clamping around him with every subtle movement of his hands or your hips.
You end up leaning back against his chest and Gojo buries his face into the crook of your neck, breathing hotly against your skin. His arms wrap around you and it was like he didn’t even need you to move yet. This was perfect for him. Just relishing in the warmth of your pussy for a few minutes, feeling every twitch and every squeeze whenever he kisses you was simply perfect.
The movie that’d been playing in front of the two of you is soon remembered as you return your attention back to it and keep Gojo’s cock sitting inside you with little to no movement for a while.
He was okay with that because, hell, part of him never saw himself even getting this far with you. Although, at some point, without him even saying anything, he feels your hips roll forward and a grunt is ripped from his mouth immediately.
Given his sound, you only grow encouraged to continue and barely lift your hips to bob your cunt up and down a few inches of his cock. The movement was minimal but it was enough for both you and him. Gojo’s hands dance up and down your sides. One moment he’s holding your waist and the next he’s slumping back against the couch and holding onto your hips, watching his cock disappear in and out of you as you ride him in earnest.
“Fuck me,” He ends up moaning. That alone has you bouncing on his cock within a few minutes.
Gojo’s usually so confident and suave with his words and actions but here he was moaning so prettily into the air due to the way you were riding him in reverse. Every roll of your hips and the way your sheeny slick made his cock glisten under the dim living room lighting had him gasping at some point.
He’s pretty sure even you forget about the movie at some point because you’re just throwing your ass back on him over and over again, the constant thwack of your rear against his toned pelvis as you plopped down on him was making his moans come out in a stutter.
You’re pretty sure that if you listened closely enough, you could hear the man choking out some small whimper at some point. But he masks that by giving your cunt one experimental thrust, earning a delicious moan from you.
And of course, it doesn’t stop there. He only continues after that, matching the way your cunt sinks down on him with heavy thrusts as he holds onto your hips for dear life.
“‘T-Toru, fuck, m’close,” You soon whisper.
He hardly hears you because he’s too busy trying not to cum inside you, “You feel so fuckin’ good-, God-, fuuck… s’too good,” Gojo babbles, completely pussydrunk at this point and struggling not to finish before you.
Your pussy’s just gushing around his shaft and he swears he can hardly think at some point. Maybe it was because he hadn’t had sex in a while, or maybe it was just you in general and the way you have the nerve to look back at him again and purposefully clamp your goopy walls down around his cock but, either way, Gojo can’t even warn you before he’s shooting a thick load of cum deep inside you.
One look from you and he was losing his damn mind, throwing his head back in both pleasure and embarrassment, fingertips trembling as his hips stutter, and a shaky groan slipping out from his lips while you just keep going.
Then he faintly hears your voice, “Did you just cum?”
All he can do is give you a hard lucid lil’ nod, “Uhuh,” He breathes, still cumming inside you like he had no care in the world.
His cum is warm against your insides, making his cock a creamy mess as you slide your pussy up and almost all the way off of him just for him to catch sight of the filthy mess he’d just made.
Gojo doesn’t even care at this point because all he does is slam you right back down, the squelch louder than ever and one of his hands snaking around you. He’s quick to bring two thick fingers to your clit and lean up to your ear, “Need you to cum for me now, p-please, I'm s-so fuckin’ embarassed,” He admits right against the shell of your eat hotly.
You can feel his desperation in the way his fingers roll messy and needy little circles around your sensitive bud. Then he’s whispering plead after plead into your ear, his cock throbbing and twitching against your pussy, cum forming a ring of filth around his base, and your mind going blank with how eager he is.
You think you cum after he says something along the lines of, “Need it-, shit, need it sweetheart, need you to cum on me,” through slightly gritted teeth and his voice cracking somewhere at the end of his words…
☆ Nanami Kento — You wouldn't stop moving.
He should've known better than to let you climb into his lap like that. Each time something exciting or interesting would display over the screen ahead, your hips would roll 'n swerve about his lap and his body would tense beneath you.
From the first shift he should've moved you off of him. Hell, from the moment you asked to sit in his lap to "platonically cuddle" he very much should have told you no.
Alas, Nanami is a very simple man, and for you? He's a very simple, perverted man who couldn't pass up the opportunity to feel the weight of you on top of him.
It wasn't long before you could feel him twitching just under the soft curve of your ass, dick begging for some proper attention despite the way his mouth refused to move with the intent of acknowledging it.
And since you happened to be just as much of a pervert as he was, only a couple of his twitches went by before you were moving yourself. You were dizzy between your motions, turning around and giving him glossy fuck-me eyes for a few seconds before his mouth was on yours.
It would've been one thing to have you beside him and squirming about, but what was he supposed to do when you were sat on top of him and gyrating your hips in the most gorgeous of patterns?
Somewhere between his tongue slicking past your lips, his hands had begun to travel the expanse of your skin—leaving no tense inch untouched.
Next thing you know and you're underneath him, falling victim to the repercussions of teasing him via dragging your ass across his lap for one minute too long.
It didn't take much for you to realize Nanami likes rubbing his thick, drooling cockhead in between the syrupy slit of your cunt for what feels like forever before he slips inside you.
He lazily dragged his plump tip around your twitching clit in tantalizing lil’ circles and let out low curses in reaction to the way you drip all against him—making the filthiest mess on the couch below. His steady hands would have the meanest grip on your thighs, keeping you spread nice and wide for him the entire time.
All he’s doing is rutting his hips back and forth and back and forth, watching his fat cock slide against your pussy over and over again. It’s almost more arousing than when he’s inside you.
Nanami loves the expression you make when he does this too. The way your brows twist up right as you grow impatient, the greedy hand you shot down to try and angle him into yourself, and the honeyed whines that exit your throat in such raw desperation.
Those fawn eyes of his would soften at the gorgeous sight of you below him and his cock would throb directly against your soaked folds.
Of course he wants to he inside you, he wants to make you feel good and listen to you moan his name all sweetly but… this—the heavy draggg of his cock all over that drooling hole of yours, the feeling of you lathering him up in aroused slick, and the mix of his precum all makes him dizzy with lust. Plus, it's only fair that he gets back at you for teasing.
Somewhere deep down inside, he actually wanted to finish that movie you put on.
Eventually though, he moved one of his hands and wrapped his fingers around his girthy base, tugging his cock a few centimeters up before slapping the weight of it back down against you and causing the nasty sound to flit into the air. Then he’d do it again.
And again, and again, and again until he can feel your leg twitching beneath his palm. “You want it, huhh?” Nanami would drawl out in that stupidly deep and lust-driven tone of his. “‘Want that cock deep inside you, sweet girl?” He’d slowly angle his tip against your hole but his hips are unmoving.
All you feel is the heat of his cockhead pressing against you, the thickness of it, the fucking throb. You can’t even manage out a reply before he’s just barely pushing into you.
Nanami always stretches you so steadily when he fucks you but, after making you wait for so long you can’t help but crave for him to just thrust every inch in at once. You want that rude stretch, that mean, unforgiving spread of your cunt around every pulsing vein of his cock.
Yet, being such a man of aggravating patience, Nanami pulls back just as quickly as he pushed in. You’re left whining without thought, “Kenn—“
“Hmm?” He’d cut you off in a way that lets you know he did that on purpose.
What a tease.
Then he’s pulling back a bit more and his hand starts moving up and down the length of his dick. You think you can feel a nasty trickle of drool slithering out from the corner of your lips as you watch him selfishly jerk off in front of you.
“Kento please,” You’d breathe out all over again, as if that would get you a different result.
It doesn’t. Instead, Nanami’s hand picks up and you watch his breathing grown heavier just as his eyes flick up to your face. Then he cocks his head to the side, “Tell me how you want it, love.” He’d request all of a sudden.
You’re confused and too horny to think so all you sputter out is an airy, “What?”
Nanami lets out a heavy pant and his lashes flutter a bit. “My cock. Tell me how you want it.” He repeats ever so sternly.
Defiantly, you fight back a groan before mumbling to him, “You know how I—“
“Easyy, sweetheart.” Nanami cuts you off in that cooing voice he knows you love.
His head weighs to the left a bit and you watch the way he brings his free hand up to your face. “Look at me,” He whispers, smiling once your eyes so politely meet his own. “There she is, there’s my gorgeous girl.” The praise, uttered so huskily that you’re left dazed beneath him. “Now, talk to me nice.”
With glossed eyes and a slight pout you can’t seem to control, “Ken,” You mewl, reaching your hand down as you desperately ache to feel him.
As if to taunt you, Nanami watches your hand move with a smirk on his face—his own hand tugging at his cock faster now.
He’s all breathy for a moment as he lets your hand wrap around him and pull him closer to you. “Hm? Is that it?” Your roommate whispers, allowing himself to be guided back to your drooling cunt.
The second his fat tip slips against you again, he’s cursing under his breath and letting his hands go to the underside of your legs.
“Fuck.” Nanami breathes, “Is that how you want it?” Then he swats your hand out of the way and moves his own to your lower abdomen. “All that teasing’s got you desperate for it now, huh?”
You whine and he groans at the sound alone. God, you drove him insane. Just looking at you as you laid beneath him a complete desperate and aching mess would be enough to make him cum.
“Kento,” Your voice finally sounds a bit more steady now and you place your hand over his while sprawling your legs out all the more wider. “Just fuck me already.”
It’s rare but, Nanami flashes this cocky expression before tilting his head, “And if I don’t?”
You can feel yourself soaking his tip even more from his taunting alone. Your brows tense and you’re whining all over again, “Please-,”
He cuts you off, “Mhmm, thaaaat’s it.” Nanami praises as he finally finally starts to push his hips forward, letting his cockhead slide right into you. “Beg for it.”
The hand you have on top of his claws at his skin and your hips lift in an attempt of getting him to push deeper, “Kento, fuck..”
“Beg for that cock, c’mon sweetheart.” He teases again, tugging his hips back as he then starts to fuck only his tip in and out of you. “It’s right there, don’t you want it?” He coos—mocking you now.
“Please,” You’re gasping once he lets himself get an inch in, “Shit, Kento please keep going.”
At that, he can’t help but push all the way in. Nanami could only deny you for so long before he was stretching you nice n’ wide for him, sliding every mean inch of his in until he could feel the bulge beneath his palm.
“Fuck.” He curses sharply, appling a bit a weight to his hand just so he can hear the way you moan out his name. “Look at that,” His hips draw back just barely before he thrusts in again, “Can you really feel me in there? Am I really that deep?”
Your eyes lull on back to your skull and now you’re holding onto his wrist as he works up a mean pace. Nanami hits the spot that’s got you drooling in seconds—fucking you exactly the way he’s learned how to.
It takes you a moment to reply to that question of his since you’re too busy moaning at how his filling you up but eventually you babble a cute, “Uhuh..”
To which a fucked-out smile spreads onto his face and his hand presses down harder “Yeahh? Then cum on it,” He instructs, his thrusts beginning to match pace with the not-so-distant knocking of the headboard against the wall.
He feels the way you’re squeezing around him and sees the utterly slutty expression you’ve got on so of course he encourages your orgasm when he begins to feel it.
“Mhmm, all over me, pretty.” He huffs, letting his hand slip just to rub that gorgeous clit of yours, “Just. Like. That.” He grunts between each pounding thrust of his.
You cry out as you make the sweetest mess around his cock and Nanami can’t help but let out a moan of his own. Watching you shiver through your very hard orgasm, he just has to lean down and press his lips to your ear.
“Such a good girl for me.” He whispers with a deeper and heavier roll of his hips as if to fuck you all the way through it.
synopsis . Simple touches you make that finally cause them to snap after having them on sex ban for heavens know how long. pairings (separate) . Sukuna x f!reader, Gojo x f!reader, Nanami x f!reader, Toji x f!reader, Choso x f!reader, Geto x f!reader.
content . afab!reader, premature ejec, established relationship(s), heavy breeding, pussy slapping, hints of perversion, dirty talk, pathetic men, rough sex, fluff if you squint, begging, nipple play, filth, praise, gojo’s an idiot, oral sex (f!receiving), finger sucking, masturbation (m!receiving), cum play, manhandling, they’re all downbad, spit, overstim, degrading, creampies, biting, pet names, etc.
word count . 7.2k || author's note: newjeans never what? banner art from “Kubitsuri Danshi to Nikushoku Joshi” (this is a reworked repost btw)
☆ Sukuna Ryomen — The back of his neck
"Mmgh! 'Kunaa," You're moaning from a widely gaping mouth, "S'too muuch," Eyes puffed with blissful tears streaming out of them as he drives his bulky cock deep inside you like he were afraid you'd run away from him any second now or something.
Your husband merely tips his head to the side, and lets his hand fall down over the fact of your ass to smack! meanly, "You continued to tempt me," He claims, albeit a clear lie, "I'm only giving you what you wanted now."
He was pretending to be far too casual about what was taking place now as if his plump balls weren't actively kissing your clit with the rudest meetings, soft plp plp plps echoing out from each connection. Sukuna's way of acting like the most mundane thing didn't lead the two of you to this very position was truly astounding to you.
"This is what you wanted," You argue back the moment you manage to capture your breath back into your lungs. Brows all furrowed and hips bouncing back against his sharp pelvis, "N-Not me—mmfph, fuck..."
You couldn't see it but he did break out a knowing smile as if you were wrong, "Yet you've made quite the mess around my cock already," Sukuna points out. His lusting red eyes dive downwards and he unintentionally begins to fuck harder the moment he catches sight of your mixed cum dripping off his balls and leaving a mess onto the living room floor. "It must be so difficult to tell lies like that when you've such an honest pussy," He comments.
You swear you hate the way that has your cunt sucking him in more, gushing squelches left trickling out of your hole each time he came forward with yet another hauling thrust of his achy cock, "Ohmygod."
Just a few minutes ago, he had the grumpiest pout weighing his bottom lip down and his eyes were glaring over at you all meanly, cursing you extensively within the safety of his mind but never daring to utter any of said curses to you.
Why?
Because he felt himself growing throbbingly erect after you'd done nothing more than graze the back of his neck with the tips of your fingers as you'd walked by.
After years of marriage, you'd think he'd have gotten used to you and your loving little touches but…
"Hear that? Hear how she always tells me the truth? Perhaps you should take notes," He's groaning now with you bent over the living room couch in the most debauched way imaginable. It's the same place he was sitting moments ago, the same place he felt a deft tent begin to make itself present against his sweatpants—which are now somewhere on the floor—and the same place he felt as though he needed to give you what you were, allegedly, asking for.
How exactly was the playful gesture of you trailing your fingertips against the back of his neck as you walked behind him a sign of you tempting him? You haven't a clue, really.
"S'not m-my fault you're-, ah! Sensitive," You moan, teeth occasionally clasping onto the pillow you have your face resting against as you feel your legs grow temporarily numb with his every other thrust.
You didn't realize the affect an entire month of no sex would have on the two of you until now. Hell, you can barely remember what made you place the ban in the first place with the way he's plowing into you now.
"Oh but it is your fault. Only your fingers against my neck invoke such reactions from me," Sukuna says to you, as if this were commonly acknowledged information shared between the two of you prior to this, "You know that."
Feeling the way air exits your lips along with another moan of his name, "N-No I don't." you just barely get out to him. His cock is quite busy readjusting your inner honeyed walls to its size with rather barbarically frantic slotting.
"Yeah?" He smiles at that, "Well, let's see if my girl down here does, hm?" Sukuna's hand shifts beneath you and then feels up against your perky clit just to catch how it tremors to every touch, "Oooh, look at that, she knows exactly what she does to me, unlike you—apparently." He scoffs.
You think your legs almost give out for a second due to the pleasure thrumming all throughout your body but you still force yourself to throw a defiant, "Shut up." his way.
Head cocking back as if offended, "What was that, brat?" He doesn't give you a second to reply properly because he's driving his other hand into your hair and then grabbing onto it and tugging the upper half of your body up up up! until his lips can run against your ear, "I couldn't quite hear you, speak up when you're talking to me."
You're mumbling even quieter now and your words seem to break off somewhere through their exit of your throat, "S-Shut up..."
"One more time, wife." He taunts purposefully as his head angles down into your neck and his mouth opens so that he could let his teeth sink into your skin.
You don’t know if you’re going insane by simply being married to the man but you swear the meaner you are to him, the rougher he gets during sex. Either that or the more desperate he gets for something you’re not quite sure of yet.
With drool starting to slip out the corner of your lips, "Sukuna, hahhh-, I-I can't... fuuuck, I didn't mean to-"
"Awhh, yes you did," He cuts off. The heavy tip of his cock was now sandwiched clean against your sweet-spot and he was intentionally not letting up on you, leaving your body a trembly mess against his just so he could talk all soft against your skin, "S'okay, I just wanna hear you say it again for me. I like it when you try to be mean to me."
"S-Shut up," You finally manage. This time though, there wasn’t an ounce of malice detected in your voice, which overall meant that he’d gotten exactly what he wanted from you: obedience.
Kissing over the recent bite mark he’d made, "See? Was that so hard?" Sukuna hums. You wish the laugh you wanted to release actually left you but unfortunately you’re caught off guard by his loud groan as his voice dips down an octave and something fervent and milky sloshes out into your cunt, "Such a dramatic slut…”
☆ Geto Suguru — Fingers in his hair
You always run your fingers through Geto's long dark tresses of hair, telling him how affectionately jealous you are of its length, and complimenting him on it time and time again. Right now was no different, of course.
Except for the fact that his dick was hard enough for him to be uncomfortable where he sat. He was barely hearing what you were saying and all his attention landed on the way your fingertips felt grazing his scalp. You'd avoided doing that these past few days because you knew how it got him, but now that the short-lived ban of yours was over, you had returned to your previous gestures.
So, surely, you expected to have him in between your thighs within the hour?
Truth be told, he begged to eat you out at least three times within the past few days just for the hell of it, but each time it got more and more torturous since he had to stop himself from cumming in reaction to earning that gorgeous little glare of yours.
But now nothing was holding him back from slobbering in between your juicy cunt, "Mmgh, missed this pretty pussy s'much," Geto practically gurgles against you, a real nasty spread of your slick left slathered all over the lower half of his face. His slim purple eyes were trained especially up onto your expression so he could truly drink up your every reaction, "I finally get to-, agh, mwahh.." He pauses to kiss at you, "Taste you again-, fuuck."
"S-Sugu, slow down-, hahh," You end up smiling halfway through your warnings because you honestly missed how depraved he got while eating you out. You never said anything because you didn't want him to feel bad but he definitely was not slobbering against you like this the last time he ate you out. Which, of course, was to be expected... but still. "M'not going anywhere!"
Geto grunts as if pissed off that you'd even suggest him taking his time with you right now, "Don't care." Then he pushes your legs apart impossibly wider and suckles your clit in between his slippery lips, "Need you-, need this..." He moans prettily.
There's a shimmery gloss of something pussydrunken resting in his eyes that just refuse to stray away from you but, you try not to pay too much attention to it. Even though that proves to be quite difficult when he lets his looong tongue slither back in between your weepy folds to lick up every drop you had to offer him, "Hnngh, Suguru!"
"So fuckin' sweet," He moans again with watery eyes. Geto only tugs away a few centimeters to leave spit 'n drenched kisses against your pussy, "Cum on my tongue baby, lemme taste it."
"Fuuck," Your back arches up away from the bed at that gorgeous angle he can never get enough of and that seems to make him all the more feral.
Now pulling at your clit with his lips, very much using the tip of his tongue to swirl around the quavery bud in a way that leaves you twitching, "Look at 'er, she missed me eatin' her out just as much," He slurs out in between his perfected oral movements, "My poor baby, you were probably dealin' with half-assed orgasms for all those days jus' cause I'd been selfish..." Geto coos softly as if you weren't absolutely losing it right now and clinging onto the sheets to stop yourself from squirting right onto his face. "M'sorry, gorgeous. Pwah," He spits again, "Won't happen again."
And by selfish, he only means that you banned him from sex in response to coming home and seeing him getting off without you. It was a harmless thing, really. But so was the few-day ban, in your opinion...
There's nothing but the sound of wet lil' claps coming from his mouth whenever he draws it away from you and licks at the rest of your taste sitting on his lips. You never thought you'd find yourself with a guy like Geto who literally cums as soon as you start pulling on his hair again. It's a phenomenon you can hardly ever wrap your mind around but, it happens every single time.
While you're whimpering out his name all prettily, "Suguru!" he's busy grinding his fat cock against the soaked sheets below that have a small pool of cum sitting there just from eating you out.
Then you hear him grunt again and his hand leaves your thigh just to slap your throbbing cunt and listen to the sound of the wettened contact. "Give me a few minutes and-, fuck, m'cumming inside you," Geto hums softly before patting your cunt a couple more times like the reaction it caused was some type of response to his words. "Cute lil' thing, you like the sound of that, don't you? Well..."
Geto trails off for just a moment to move his hand down in between his legs and gather some of his own cum up onto his fingertips before bringing them back up to your spread and then smearing the mess all over it. You think you manage to make a new expression in reaction but you find it hard to think when he shoves those same cum-coated fingers into you.
"This should work for now, right?" He asks softly-, almost innocently like he wasn't currently doing the nastiest thing you've ever seen him do before. "I think if I get inside you now, I'll pass out," Geto admits before planting one last chaste kiss against your cunt and then looking up at you again, "Later though, okay?"
You're somewhere in between another orgasm and overstimulation so your eyes are completely hazed on his, "U-Uhuh, whenever you-, mmgh, want, Sugu..."
He starts french-kissing your cunt in something that looks 'n feels like slow motion before whispering, "S'sweet to me."
☆ Gojo Satoru — A hug from behind
"Shh, shhh, jus' take it for me, my love. P-Please," He's groaning desperately, hips bucking up in tandem with the half-broken words flopping out his mouth, "I missed stuffin' you like this-, hahh, fuck... Gotta' make sure it takes, e-every fuckin' drop."
You'd think after going a whole twooo days without being inside you, the last thing that'd get him like this would be a mere hug. Yet, there the two of you were just a few minutes after you'd made the mistake of pressing into him for an embrace and Gojo's blushing tip had started to drool creamy slick against his boxers.
You don't know if it was the warmth that exuded from your body that got him like this, or perhaps the soft curve of your breast pressing into his back muscles through the thin top you had on while his torso was left bare but, now you're on top of him.
He's watching your ass slam down on the hard length of his cock whilst his hands smooth over your tits—grabbing and squeezing at whatever he can as you whine, "Toru! I-I can't-"
After the forty-eight hour span of hell he just went through, your whines of not being able to take him were going straight through one ear and right out the other, "You ha-hahh, you have to, sweetheart. S'not fair if you don't..."
"Not fair?" You gasp as his slim fingers pinch your perked nipples, making your cunt spasm around the rest of his dick buried deep inside you, "Satoru, you're the one who-, fuck! watched that episode without me! I told you no sex for a week 'n here you are two days later."
Gojo's lips are hot 'n messy against your neck as you bounce up and down his cock, the filthy mess of cum at his tip busy kissing your cervix lovingly despite how needy and rough he was being. "Mmgh, that's not true," He argues, hands slipping down to hold your waist now, "You said it was okay beforehand."
Now he’s got a mean grip on the thick of your hips, letting his ears tune into the sound of your honeyed walls salivating around every inch of his length instead of your words, "That's only 'cause you asked me—fuck, right there—while I was half asleep."
His eyes roll elsewhere before he’s hauling his tongue out to lap against the side of your neck, slightly tickling you with it as he smirks and then whispers, "Well, I apologized like ten times and rewatched it all with you, didn't I?"
"Satoru-"
Pulling back before you can finish, Gojo presses his fingertips into your spine to make you arch further and then his eyes trail down, "God, what a fuckin' mess..." He comments as if majority of said mess wasn’t his seed. Letting his hips lazily roll up again, "Stop acting like you actually care, you just wanted a reason to be upset with me so I could make it up to you like this."
You have to swallow down the next dewy moan that threatens to spill past your lips, voice airy, "Make it up to me how?"
"Like thissss, baby," Your boyfriend emphasizes with yet another lazy, yet eager, roll of his hips. It’s as though he longed for you to feel every ridge ‘n edge of his cock stretching you open whenever he started moving slow like this. Then his arm snakes further around your frame and his fingers meet your clit with welcoming rubs.
Lips to your ear all of a sudden whilst his free hand keeps your body anchored to his so that you couldn’t pull away like you so desperately ached to, "Me rubbing right against here," Gojo explains, "Right where you need me.”
The combination of his cock just resting inside you all languidly—leaving globby streaks of cum against the stretch of your walls—and his fingertips now spelling his initials out against your clit like you’d forgotten who it belongs that short, but torturous amount of time, is all enough to have your eyes fluttering back.
Stammering something stupid in denial, "I-I didn't…”
"Oh yeah?” His lips twitch further up before his teeth clasp the edge of your ear in between them, “You didn't miss me inside you like this?" Gojo taunts, knowing he can—quite literally—feel the answer to that.
"N-Nope," You manage to chuckle, body squirming to pull yourself up so he’s not leaving you overly stuffed for a second long enough to catch your lost breath.
He leans allll the way back and cocks a thin white brow, "Heh, you're a horrible liar," Then he uses those large palms of his to spread your cheeks apart enough to get a whorish view of your puffy folds still struggling to swallow the entirety of his cock up. Clicking his tongue at the sight, "You're drooling all over the place, slutty girl."
Your pussy clamps around him just as he points that out, "That's because-"
"Ohh, wait, wait, I know." He cuts off impatiently. It’s almost like he wasn’t even listening to you right now. “That's because you want me to breed you, right?" He says randomly.
You blink and then angle your head back to look at him, "W-What?"
Despite your confusion, your body merely betrays you again. To which he bites his lower—also drooling—lip, "Mmngh, you just got tighter… I think I'm right." Gojo claims as he finally lets you lift yourself up a little, revealing a few of his cum-slathered inches that stick up to your skin in gorgeous strings of filth like glue. "What do you think, 'Toru Jr.?"
You halt exactly where you are and your expression of struggle falls flat, "Stop calling your cock that stupid nickname, please." You whine out to your lover for the nth time in your life.
"Hush, m'not talking to you right now," He scoffs annoyingly, blue eyes gleaming at the pretty sight of his cum all mixed around and nasty where the two of you are so soakingly connected. "But you, my prettiest girl, what do you think, hm?" Gojo asks your cunt instead of you.
You hate the way your body responds before you can get any more displeased whines out to him, the next clench from your pussy leading to yet another spumy sliiick of release trickle downwards and gather around his heavy base. His bright happy trail was just as wet 'n sleek as everything else between the two of you was by this point.
Whispering now as if to somehow leave you out of the conversation, "Do you agree with 'Toru Jr.?" Gojo continues, his thumb drawing over to tug one of your lips apart so he could feel the next little twitch his words invoke against the pad of it, "'Think you wanna be bred?"
When you unintentionally whine at the thought of feeling yet another slosh of his cum slot itself into you, his response is practically immediate, "Yeahhh? Well, who am I to deny such a nice girl," he finishes off with a sly wink sent your way.
Your brows furrow more and a great many curses build up on your tongue in reaction to his ridiculousness, “You’re so fucking—“
Before you could get another syllable out past your lips, he's maneuvering the two of you and next thing you know, your face is meeting the bedsheets below. Whatever verbal rudeness you were about to throw at him gets muffled and sandwiched into the bed but you don't get enough time to grow upset at that when Gojo picks right back up where he'd left off.
One hand holding your face down against the sheets, the other using your hip to tug your body back as his hips thrusted forward with a sudden quickness, and a stupidly smug smile stretched out across his slightly saliva-glossed lips, “Quiet while I stuff my favorite girl, yeah?"
Your eyes shoot open all wide-like and you force your head to turn to the side, causing his palm to press against your cheek and your gaze to peek through the space in between his fingers. The very second the two of you make eye contact, you could almost swear you saw little hearts in his eyes, as if your annoyance was exactly what turned him on.
Midway through the way his cock glissades at a new angle into your cunt, you manage a short gasp of, “Excuse me?”
To which your boyfriend begins to spill yet another load inside you—like your little huff was precisely what did it for him—and then lets out a snort in between his rather orgasmic grunts, “Whaaat? We-, hahh, we both know you were never really mad at me to begin with. So shut up 'n let me stuff you properly.”
☆ Nanami Kento — Holding his hand
Something about the way your palm fits against his makes his cock throb in a way that's so utterly dizzying he can't help but feel pathetic.
The two of you have been together long enough for this kind of thing not to faze him anymore but for some reason, whenever you grab his hand just to walk by his side, resting your head against his sturdy shoulder and rambling on about fuck knows what, all that harmless physical contact has blood rushing straight in between his legs.
This is the last thing he expected to set him off after the sex ban that managed to last four weeks but, here he is now, holding that same hand of yours tightly while he fucks you into the mattress a mere few hours after you both got home.
"When was the last time I felt you, hm?” He asks soothingly. You’ve never seen his face twist up in so many different colors of pleasure as it was now, as if he’d never been inside you before or something. Breath ragged and almost virgin-like, “F-Feels like it's been years…” Nanami moans.
You smile prettily enough for his hips to clasp forward a bit harder, leading you to stammer with your reply, "K-Kento, it's only a few weeks!" you remind the poor man.
His blonde brows knit up tightly at the center and the fingers tucked in between yours seem to squeeze, "No, no, surely it's been longer than that…” He whispers more so to himself than to you. Then his usually softened fawn eyes seem to narrow on you before shooting down. Lower lip pushing out to frown, “Awh, she can barely take me now, look at her," He notices.
You decide to look down as well and catch the way the lips of your pussy are quivering around just the half of his thick cock that’s easing its way into you, a particularly glossed-up vein of his catching your eye under the dim lighting of your shared bedroom.
“Poor thing's struggling to wrap around me,” Nanami coos, feeling his balls grow heavier with the need to pump you full of everything he’s not been able to release for weeks.
You’re left to moan as he pushes forward a little more, "Ah, maybe you just got-, mmgh, fuck... bigger!"
"Ohhh, don't say that," He grunts out all in one breath. The rest of his dick slides into you with one firm ‘n mean thrust to follow, "Unless you really mean it...” Nanami adds, plump cockhead caressing a new spot inside you all of a sudden, “Does it feel like I've gotten bigger, honey?"
You're nodding more than you are actually processing his words or even the very idea of his cock having grown within the time it's been unable to enter you. A sexdrunk babble of, "Mhm, y-yes, Ken!" spilling over your lips before he slumps even more of his body weight down against you so you could really feel every inch of the man you'd avoided physical contact with for all thirty days of November.
His hunky chest presses firmly against yours and the smooth slicks of sweat between the two of you mix just as evenly as your breaths do when he begins to whisper against your lips, "Do you like it? Y'like how big I've gotten?"
You only nod again, lashes fluttering with the way your gaze falls onto his lips that are far too close for him not to be kissing you right now. "Uhuhh, I love it," you whine before forcing a pout.
The little gesture in your lips doesn't go unnoticed by him so, of course he captures them up with his own within the next second, swallowing up every moan that exits your throat. His body rolls and humps down against you, the one grip he has on your thigh tightening harshly enough for his fingerprints to be noticed much later.
His thrusts get sloppy before he even realizes it, cock slipping out of you long enough to invoke a whine out of your lungs. To which he accidentally lets his florid shaft glide up over your clit in tauntingly pleasureful waves before craning back to angle himself into you properly.
Nanami is normally focused during sex, all intent on getting you to your high before he's anywhere near his because that's what's important to him but now...
"Hold onto me tighter, darling," He's huffing, balls plap plap plaping! against your skin as he prepares you to receive the very thick load of cum that was already starting to spill out of his mushroomy tip. His hand to yours with an ever-presently strong grip, "Squeeze me," he husks gently, fighting back a smile when you do exactly that, "There you go, perfect."
Your fingers wiggle in between his and he could see the bliss coating your delicate face just as your jaw began to dangle open. "Kentoo, m'gonna cum," You uttered in his most favored pitch.
Nanami doesn't even remember to respond for a second because he's too busy fucking you to that point and not realizing he's already pouring velvety ropes of his cum into you. It saps all against your walls and makes the filthiest sound ring out around the room but he could care less.
Especially not with the way he continues with his thrusts and leans up—face all focused, despite being every but—and then tugs your hand up to his lips. You're a mess below him by the time he takes your ring and middle finger past his lips before sucking on the two digits as if to muffle the purely pathetic sounds flinging out of him.
You're sure you've seen Nanami feral like this before but you almost forgot what a sight it as to see after four weeks.
He quickly goes from sucking on your fingers to plucking them out of his mouth and then kissing every inch his lips could possibly meet, searing his words into your skin as if to tattoo them there, "Cum for me then, cum for your husband," he whines. Then his eyes flick over to you and you feel yourself do exactly that whilst he grins and adds a tender, "Make me proud."
It was almost funny the way he'd acted like this, as if he wasn't the one who initiated the sex ban after he forgot to pick up something you'd specifically requested from the store.
What a man.
☆ Choso Kamo — Holding his face
He always loved it when you took his face into your hands, running your thumbs under his tired shaded eyes and talking all softly about how much you missed him throughout the day. But, something about today in particular was making it especially difficult to think.
He would've never held the door open for that blonde chick if he'd known you'd do this to him—restrict him from all things sexual with you for a tormentingly long five days. Now that the torturous banning of intimacy has finally come to an end, your boyfriend is acutely aware of the fact that he's allowed to cum inside you now.
Poor Choso doesn’t think he’s ever gotten hard so fast. You’re sitting in his lap yapping away about your day—like you always do—and he’s supposed to be listening but your palms are just so warm against his face. Something deep inside him aches for you to slip your hands down and wrap those same pretty fingers of your around his throat.
Oh God, the thought alone made his cock jump up and leave a snugging bulge against you. That’s probably why he ended up pushing the two of you over and shutting you and your rambling up with a heated kiss, groaning into your mouth about how you could tell him about your day later.
You know your boyfriend could get needy sometimes but this was something else entirely. He practically tore your shorts and panties clean off, letting his dick slap against your softly soaking folds shortly after whilst telling you he needed to fuck you before he lost his mind.
"Cho," You’re choking out now, arms loosely hanging around his neck as he plows his cock into you and grunts against your lips as if possessed.
He’s hardly uttering anything coherent with you anymore, nothing but slippy hums of, "Mhmmm.” exiting him between the way his cock got caught against the especially tight crevices of your pussy.
Your boyfriend isn’t allowing you any space to think, much less speak to him outside of the distant croaks of, "Choso! Ngh-, fuck… C-Can’t breathe-," you let out.
"Don't need to," He heaves right into your lips, tongue practically drawing the words out against the center of yours, "Lemme be your oxygen."
Oh, he’d lost it entirely. But, he wasn't exactly incorrect in his words. He was being your oxygen in the moment with the way he'd inhale every time you exhaled and the same vise versa. It was a fucked out tangle of breathy moans and groans between your equally kiss-swollen lips whilst the sticky tip of his cock bobbed sinfully against that doughy sweet spot of yours.
Muttering, "See?" in between his thrusts before he sliiiiiid his hips forward and let his dick oh-so-smoothly coast into your quenching walls, "In," Then he's doing the exact opposite motion and draaaaging it right back out, "And out, jus' like that, princess."
Your eyes were barely open but, as he sweet-talked you and had you a soaking mess under him, he also managed to maneuver your hands to his face so that you could focus entirely on him and the expressions he made against your palms while he fucked you. The dark strands of his hair dangled around you and he almost looked like he wanted to cry from how good he felt.
"Mmgh, right there," You gasp as soon as his cock mashes against that erogenous place within you again.
Choso turns his face into your hand a little and then kisses your palm, "Yeahh, that's my favorite spot inside you," He admits before his eyes seem to darken, "Look at me while I fuck it."
He feels your saturated cunt seem to get wetter the moment he says that but what really makes his hips snap forwards a little harder is the way you so keenly follow his instructions and keep your eyes directly on his.
"There she is, hey baby," Choso praises tentatively, "G-Gonna cum soon," He says in between a particularly loose swat of his tongue over his lower lip, "Y'ready for it?"
You use your grip on his face to tug him down for another sloppy connection of lips and as soon as your tongue filters its way up into his mouth, he's letting out something throaty and then letting clumps 'n clumps of his raw cum bloom out into your warm cunt.
Drunkenly murmuring a low, "S'all yours. Saved it just for you these last few days. Shiiit, never opening a door for another girl again. I p-promise."
"Huh?" You gape, batting your lashes rapidly as he plucks his lips away from yours for a split second, "Choso, it wasn't about the-, ah. It wasn't about you holding the door open. It's cause you flirted with her!"
"O-Oh." His eyes get impossibly droopier before he frowns deeply. Then he's tucking his face down into the crook of your neck, nuzzling into your skin rather puppy-like. "M'sorry. I didn't mean to."
You wanted to accept his apology, honestly. But with the way he starts smirking against you...
"You didn't mean to say her ass looks nice in those jeans she was wearing?" You huff, trying to ignore the pleasure for a moment to remind yourself why you'd banned him from sex in the first place.
Choso chuckles softly before angling his lips up so he can lick at your neck. Then he drools against you, "You said it first. All I did was agree." Oh, you understood where he was going with this now. Especially with the way he leans up to meet eyes with you again, "And I did that on purpose cause I wanted to see you mad at me."
An easy roll of your eyes is prompted right them, even as your cunt clamps around the curve of his cock, "That's kinda toxic, Choso. What if I put you on sex ban for a month?"
He pauses for only half a second. Then he frowns again, "I'd die."
You scoff playfully, "Loser."
Aaaand with that, he's cumming inside you with a strangled grunt bumping out of his throat. "Y-Your loser, yeahh.."
☆ Toji Fushiguro — Rubbing his thigh
"F-Fuuuck," You finally have your hand wrapped around the stupidly thick base of his cock, stroking upwards with great fervor that has him groaning all shamefully like some idiot, "Mmgh, I needed this."
Cooing, "Aw, did you?" in that tone you know he can't stand just to tease him some more for letting a very "innocent" run of your hand over his thigh lead to this.
In your head you just wanted to touch your boyfriend a bit while the two of you watched some movie but apparently that was too much for him to handle after two months of nothing. By the time you just-so-happened to look over, his head was tossed back and it was taking every muscle in his body not to start grinding up against your palm and working his cock over so you could rub your hand over that instead of his thigh.
Luckily for Toji, you're the sweetest girl on the planet so of course you tugged his cock out for him and started jerking him off like he so desperately needed you to.
But, that was thirty minutes ago and for some reason, he's hard again. You've both lost track of how many times he came in your hand but you don't think you mind it much since now he's too high off his own orgasms to mind the way your silky tongue is lapping around his sensitive nipple.
"Don't tease me," He huffs, jaw taut with tension like he didn't do all this to himself, "Agh-, not when I'm like this..."
You suck on the flushed bud against your tongue a little more before pulling away and kissing around the swollen area, "Like what? A mess in my hands?" You plant another kiss in between your words and your hand jerks at the heavy shaft against your palm a little faster, "A mess against my tongue?"
"Fuck," He groans like it hurts (in a good way), and then his hips thrust up to meet your hand some more and encourage your mouth against his nipple.
Usually, he tries everything in his power to avoid letting you do all this to him but he couldn't care less today since he's been more than eager to cum lately. There's a slop of white trickling all in between every crack and crevice of your hand by now—a feeling of which he's sure would be a sensory nightmare in any other situation—but he just can't stop thrusting into the curve of your palm.
"S'okay, Toji," You whisper way to lovingly for him not to continue to lose his mind, "I missed having you like this too, y'know."
A crooked smile spreads out against his scarred lips and he's trying his best to get ahold of his panting, "Did ya'?"
He felt like some puddled mess under your touch and he wasn't sure if he hated every second of it or secretly wanted more 'n more. The latter quickly proves to be true when you start humming, "Mhmm," as you take his nipple back into your mouth.
The vibrations against it, paired with your thumb caressing the underside of his most tender vein as you glide upwards with your touch, and then swirl the pad of your thumb around his plump head and then in between the slit of it to push at the silky cum spilling out leave him to moan. The pillow on his other side that he's mindlessly holding onto looks almost lifeless due to his current grip.
"W-Why?" He stammers, cursing himself for it as soon as the hoarse tone leaves him. Then Toji's pouty-like eyes flock onto your body and how pretty you look sitting beside him and pleasing him as if you didn't even care about getting yourself off right now, "'Cause you like seein' me make a fool of myself?"
"Yeahh," You whisper honestly, smiling and then leaving a trail of kisses upwards until you meet his neck and then his tense jawline, "You always get soooo grumpy as if you didn't bring this on yourself," Your voice is too much of a purr and it makes his balls feel impossibly heavier like you haven't almost milked him dry already.
So, of course he takes the annoyed approach and scoffs, "Shut up 'n keep makin' me feel good," Toji tells you.
With a mean squeeze to his cock, you hear his breath tangle up in his throat and the way his entire muscular body tenses up and reacts to the motion, "A whole two months you haven't been able to fuck me and now you wanna be a brat when I finally give you some attention?" You tut, no longer moving your hand and only leaving it to squeeze at his hefty shaft to prevent him from cumming again.
Toji's eyes roll all the way into the back of his skull and his hips jerk upwards in a pathetic attempt at getting his cock to slip upwards within your grasp and give him some more movement 'n friction against it. "O-Ohh fuck-, doll... m'sorry," He spews out instantly, "F-Fuuck.. Please don't-"
"Should've been nicer to me," You cut off as you take your hand off of his dick and watch it wave in the air helplessly.
Technically speaking, he could've taken matters into his own hands (literally) at any given moment now but that couldn't possibly compare to the feeling of having your touch wrapped around him.
The man almost whines as he reaches a shaky hand over to your wrists and urges you back to his weighty cock to start touching it again, "Don't stop, please. P-Please, doll, m'right there."
You roll your eyes and merely keep your hand in an O-shape so that he could fit himself back into your touch, "Do it yourself then." You instruct with a nod of your head. "C'mon, put on a little show for me, Toji."
He didn't need to be told twice. Toji steadies himself on the couch and instantly begins to fuck his cock up into your hand without you moving a single inch. His breath is uneven and all over the fuckin' place as he gets off on just using your hand without your help.
He's never felt so helpless and pathetic like this before that it's quickly beginning to make his head spin. To make matters worse, you move your lips over to his neck again and start kissing him to encourage what he's doing as if he doesn't look stupid with what he's doing right now.
"S'this what you wanted? Huh?" He heaves out, nostrils flaring and voice frayed.
You smile into his skin and nod, "Uhuh, this is exactly what I wanted."
To which Toji rolls his eyes and lets his hips get sloppier with their thrusts, his cock occasionally slipping out of the little hole you've created for him, "Yeah, I bet it is. Fuckin' perv..."
You snicker and look back down at how cute his dick looks missing the very simple hole he desperately aches to fit into, "I could always move my hand, y'know."
"I fuckin' dare you," Your boyfriend challenges.
As if you'd ever been one to back down from such a thing...
The very second you take your hand away again, that submissive 'n pathetic side of his snaps and you're only given a moment to blink before he's got you on top of him within the next second.
Scoffing like everything is your fault, "Such a fuckin' brat... Always makin' me work for what I need."
You quickly feel his bobbling tip kissing up against your pussy lips with swabby slicks of wet cum, "T-Toji, what are you-"
"Shut up 'n sit," He orders like he wasn't a whiny mess a total of six minutes ago.
So, naturally, you fold your arms and keep yourself hovering over his dick, "Say please."
"Fuck that," He breathes, hands at your hips abruptly giving your body a swift pull downwards as if you were the lightest thing on the planet (to him, you were), "Don't you feel how hard I am f'you?"
"Toji-," You're cut off by your own gasp as his wide-set cockhead slips up into you with a loud 'n wetly ringing pop!
"Always a sloppy whore f'me, aren't ya?" Toji asks, eyes glued to the drip and drips of sleek arousal drooling out of your cunt. Then he finally cocks his head to the side and looks back up at you with a look in his eyes that says he already knows the answer to the question he's about to ask, "So are you gonna sit now or do I have to make you do that too?"
"Fine. But if you fall asleep like you did two months ago, I'm makin' you wait five before you even get to touch me again." You explain.
Toji shudders, his hands holding onto you for dear life whilst his eyes widen a fraction as if to prove he'll never make the same mistake again.
Deep down inside he'd realized you may be the craziest chick he's ever been with—banning him from sex just cause he fell asleep during it one time—but he'd be lying if he said he didn't love that about you.
synopsis . SukuGo but you’re getting fucked in between them while they argue. content . afab!reader, established relationship, rough sex, eiffel tower, sukuna x gojo, a bit of dirty talk, bickering, little attention on the reader, creampie, etc.
"You talk a lot of shit for someone who's barely keeping up right now." Sukuna rasps out to the sweaty, white-haired man on the other side of your currently ruined frame. He's got a single hand weaved into your hair as he works your mouth up and down the length of his blushing cock, still managing to argue even while he's halfway down your throat.
To which Gojo scoffs profoundly, "Oh yeah?" He starts, hands currently clinging onto the purchase of your hips whilst his pelvis meets the soft flesh of your ass with his heavy thrusts, heavy balls plap! plap! plapping! against your achy clit, "Says the idiot who-, hah, fuck... came on her face before she even stuck her tongue out," He fires back to the pink haired individual leaking all over the inner walls of your mouth.
Sukuna almost immediately rolls his eyes before setting them down onto you and sighing at the way your lips look bulging around the thick of his cock so prettily, "That was intentional.." He claims, weighty palm lightly stroking the top of your head whilst you lap your tongue against his most sensitively bulging vein, "After all, look at her now," He smirks when you try to take him a little deeper into your mouth but gag around him instead, "Poor girl won't even be able to talk properly tomorrow, I bet."
You try (pathetically) to insert yourself there and argue with Sukuna's last little complain but the only thing either of them catch out of you is a choked out moan with the way Gojo starts plowing into you harder from behind and Sukuna slips his hand off to the back of your hand to force your mouth further onto him.
You couldn't even join in if you tried, seeing as they way-too-easily had you moaning and sobbing tears of pleasure around both of their cocks.
"Fuck you," Gojo eventually huffs back after a moment of getting a little too lost inside you, literally. His fat tip is knocking right against that spot that has you gushing all around him and it's making it harder and harder for him to keep up with Sukuna's taunts.
The man who's busy watching your saliva gather up around his plump base and drip off of him and down onto the soaked sheets finds himself cocking an amused brow. "Oh?" The man starts off as he sends Gojo that signature smug grin of his, "You wanna?"
You feel Gojo's cock twitch wildly inside you and for a second, it almost feels as though he grows bigger. Hips stammering along with his voice slightly wavering, he pants out an all too caught off-guard, "W-What?"
Sukuna's smile only widens further into something all the more wicked. Then he clasps his lower lip in between his teeth for a moment and eases the pace of his cock rubbing up and down the expanse of your slopped tongue. "Let me finish up with this pretty throat 'n I'll save the rest of my energy just for you, yeah?" He offers.
Neither you or Gojo could tell whether or not he was serious about that.
Batting those pretty white lashes of his, Gojo's brows get to furrowing and his hips still inside you completely, "That's not what I-"
Before he can even finish, you're in between the two whining at the way Sukuna's cock slides out of your mouth all of a sudden. It's like they were forgetting you were in between them already! Pouting and looking up with glassy eyes, "Kunaa-"
"Shhh, shhh," He hushes out to both of you. Then he's using one hand to cup your jaw and redirect you where he wants you. You feel his fingers smush your face, forcing your mouth to open as he then force-feeds you the drooling head of his cock again to shut you up. When you start smiling around it, he shakes his head almost endearingly before looking over to Gojo and sending him a knowing smile, "One brat at a time."
Gojo instantly starts pouting but tries to play it off as if that were because of the way your cunt started clenching around him. Muttering, "Whatever." Hardly underneath his breath.
Sukuna chuckles, "Aw, you jealous?"
"As if." He chuffs.
"Don't worry, I'll give you a taste of my cock next since you're so needy for it."
"What." Gojo deadpans one last time, as if he weren't actively cumming inside you at the very thought.
banner art by rororogi mogera || perm general tags (1/2):
synopsis . In which the overwhelming heat in your apartment sends you and your perverted roommate into a different kind of heat.
content . afab!reader, mutual masturbation, heavy tension, implied perv x perv, not-so-dry humping, dirty talk, filth, spit, size kink, rough sex, teasing, thigh riding, high tensions, slight spanking, man handling, groping, nipple play, perversion, degrading, oral sex (f!receiving), pussy slapping, toji’s realllll nasty, praise, both of you are super needy and stupid, finger sucking, etc.
word count . 7.3k || author's note: no, not fever by enhypen. fever by vybz kartel, lock in w me now. fic based on this request! (not proofread) banner art by rororogi mogera <3
You told Toji to get that old piece of garbage you both called air conditioning fixed months ago.
Ever the cheapskate, Toji promised you he’d handle it himself. That was four weeks ago and now the machine has finally croaked—having breathed it’s final breath of cool air into your apartment somewhere throughout the night.
It’s the following day since then—where you've returned after a looong, exhausting day of work—and now the apartment is hot. The sun is outside blazing against the building’s exterior but due to the lack of cool air circulating the interior, you're left irritated rather quickly.
The heat occupying the air wouldn’t even be that bad if you had a fan or two but the ones you did have are more tasks that have fallen victim to Toji’s lack of handling as they lay broken in dusty closets.
And as for the man in question, he's laid out on the couch in nothing more than his boxers as if he owns the damn place.
Lazy bastard. He doesn't even pay his rent on time!
Ignoring the fact that you make up for it most months, it is all the more annoying to see him lounging around as soon as you get home. Especially when the house feels like what you imagine the inside of hell's darkest ass crack to be. Too much movement would surely result in one of you passing out from overheated exhaustion.
It's with great urgency that you strip yourself of your things, purposefully making an unnecessary amount of noise as you toss your keys onto the nearby counter. The sound seems to pull Toji's attention away from the TV ahead of him, earning a lazy turn of his head as he glances back to you.
He can't even get a full greeting out before you scoff.
"Toji," His shoulders slump in instant reaction to the sound of scolding in your voice. It's way too fucking hot for you to start an argument with him now. "You've been home all day and you still haven't fixed anything."
He grunts from across the way, turns his attention back to the TV, and then rolls his eyes, "Can't work in the heat, doll."
"You wouldn't have to if you fixed it as soon as I said something months ago." You throw back at him, pulling your body through hot air just to get to your fridge.
You wanted to be disappointed to see that there's no water in the freezer nor fridge, really. But when you look back over to where Toji's been sitting on his ass all dat—spotting more empty water bottles than you can count—you find an expected wave of disappointment slither into you.
"Said sorry for that already, didn't I?" He asks, the lack of true care in his voice doing nothing to ease your irritation with him.
At this rate, you'd be sending out offers for a new roommate by tomorrow morning.
The freezer is opened back up for a moment, your hand diving in to try and get some sort of cooled relief, even if only for a second. Unfortunately for you, that seems to be yet another thing in your apartment in need of fixing.
You let the freezer door slam and your forehead follows after it as you rest yourself against its outside. Sighing, "Sorry doesn't fix anything, Toji."
You couldn't see it but he was smiling at that. The only reason he's lasted this long in this apartment with you is because he doesn't mind your nagging too much—it keeps him on his toes most times. But after not listening to you for months, he wonders if he'll actually get in trouble with you this time around.
When he turns to get another look at you, he's met with the sight of your back as you make way towards the bathroom. Toji figured you're off to shower in hopes of cooling yourself off in the process.
Unfortunately for you, the building you live in has the opposite issue most complexes do and instead of running out of hot water, your place has an issue producing cold water. This wouldn't be so bad if the person who showered before you was conscious of how much he used.
But when annoyingly mild tempered water hits your fingers, you're left knowing exactly who to blame. Again.
He may enjoy living with you because he doesn't mind hearing you cold him, however you are slowly starting to dread sharing this apartment with him more and more as each day lugs on.
——
After a warm shower, you tuck yourself off into your bedroom only to find that it is undoubtedly the hottest room thus far. You try to ignore it as you pull on some shorts and a t-shirt that won't have you drenched in sweat come next morning but naturally it's difficult to do so once you lay yourself down.
You toss and turn against your sheets—comforter practically tossed to the floor, and body already beginning to perspire in a thin layer of sweat—until you manage to doze off for a solid ten minutes. Apparently that was all it took for your body to decide that sleeping under this heat was going to be impossible.
Which is how you end up out in the living room. Toji wasn't occupying the couch anymore so you tried to sleep there, figuring that if he could spend the whole day in one spot, you could spend a night sleeping there and it would provide you just the slightest bit of coolness in comparison to what you bedroom had given you.
Yet, every slight shift in your movement somehow made you impossibly hotter. The couch cushions did nothing but toast your skin and the humidity in the air led you into peeling yourself right off of the furniture and trudging towards the last known resort.
Toji's bedroom.
Now, you're no stranger to your roommate being quite the pervert—which is why you avoid his bedroom at all costs—but sometime back during the winter season, you do recall a few weeks were your apartment's heating system gave out and it was established then that Toji's bedroom had been the chilliest. He ended up sleeping in your room for some nights because of that, cuddling up against you in the name of sharing body heat.
So now that it's summertime, you're standing outside of his door hoping that something similar still applies to the temperature of his room. Your room is obviously the hottest, the living room and main area of the apartment barely fairs any better, and all that leaves his room to be hopefully a few degrees lighter than everywhere else.
You push his room door open sluggishly, nearly doused in sweat from head to toe as you trudge towards his bed and smack at his foot while you walk by. "You up?" your voice cuts through the air carelessly, earning a low grunt from the man sprawled out across his mattress. "Cool, move over."
That seems to wake Toji right up. His eyes peel open and he lets out a huff heavy enough to add to the heat occupying the rest of the apartment, but neither of you have the energy to say anything about it. "Why're you in here?" he asks as he scoots his large body over to give you some room.
For a short moment—and a short moment only—Toji wonders if the heat has finally made you come to your senses where he's concerned. He hoped that maybe a wet dream involving him brought you into his bedroom.
The weight of your body makes the bed dip in a bit as you shuffle onto his sheets right beside him, instantly melting into the faint frigidity it provides, and letting out a short sigh. "It's cooler in your room, so I'm sleeping in here tonight. You better get that shit fixed tomorrow."
Toji looks over and feels the excitement he had to share a bed with you rapidly die inside him as he's met with the sight of your back facing him. This wasn't the worst scenario possible, but he was really wishing for something more interesting to have led you into this position next to him.
He doesn't say anything in response to you with his mouth and decides on letting his eyes speak for him with the way they slide down your body. The shirt you have on was hugging your torso due to how much you'd been sweating, glued to every slight curve and dip of your frame, and leaving him unable to look away quickly enough.
It didn't take a genius to see that you were at ease beside him rather quickly. Toji is suddenly very appreciative for the slightly chiller conditioning of his bedroom. Technically it's still hot—as too much movement could quickly result in exhaustion just as it would in any other area of the apartment—but with you laying beside him in shorts small enough to drive him insane, he figures it's all worth it.
Meanwhile, you don't have to be facing Toji to know his eyes are on you. You could practically feel the way his gaze crawled over you, eventually settling onto the scarce fabric of your shorts that did little to conceal the entirety of your ass. There's a sudden and prominent urge to adjust the way your clothes are sitting on you, and Toji watches as you slowly move a hand to tug your shorts down an inch.
The scar at the corner of his lips shifts as his mouth twitches and he fights off a smirk.
He would never touch you without your permission or anything like that, but he was aware that you knew the real effects you had on him. Even laying beside him was enough to make his hips shift against the bed.
There was only so much space between your body and his, and his mattress wasn't the largest thing in the world so most movement was easily acknowledgeable. Even so, you decided to ignore it as best as you could.
Even though you could tell his hand had lifted from his side and moved somewhere towards his legs. Your eyes squeezed shut and you hoped silently that Toji wouldn't do what you figured he was about to.
Surely it was too hot for that.
Right?
At first he wasn't going to do anything. It started off as his fingers going off to pinch and tug at the fabric of his gym shorts, giving the steadily rising erection in between his legs some space to breathe. Then he told himself he wouldn't give it any attention and try to sleep it away.
Toji was on the same page as you in the beginning, he really was. Jerking off with you trying to sleep beside him was way too hot of an activity under all this warmth.
And yet, he's palming at his dick within the next twenty minutes. You drifted off just enough for him to be able to move without you noticing, and while he didn't touch you, he did lean over to glance over your shoulder to make sure you were fast asleep before his hand had wrapped around the bulge that'd formed against his shorts.
You'd shift around in your sleep a little and he'd twitch against his hand, watching the way your hip looks adjusting against the bed. Oh, the things he'd give to perch his hand there instead, turning his body over to cup yours and rubbing the outline of his hard cock up against the natural curve of your ass instead of his palm like some loser.
The thought alone brought his bottom lip up in between his teeth. Then he was moving his hands beneath his shorts and letting out a quiet breath of air. He didn't intend to jerk off like this. Seriously.
When his hand first makes contact with his dick, he shudders. Toji's tugged at his cock in thought of you over the years more times than he could count, but somehow this was different. He'd never done it next to you like this, where leaning over a couple inches brought your scent into his nose and the natural warmth of your body closer to intertwine with his.
Even back when he'd shared a bed with you during the winter he managed to control himself each night and refused to stroke himself. Well, right next to you, at least. He most definitely got off like a whore the very second you were gone.
Toji ends up spitting into the palm of his hand as quietly as he can manage before he pulls his cock free and rubs at the head whilst staring at your body. You seemed so upset with him earlier, sending those slight jabs his way. He's sure if it was a bit cooler, you would've cursed him clean out like you normally do.
But just the thought of the few comments you'd made thus far is enough to have him leaking into his hand as he finally wraps his fingers around his thick shaft and jerks off. The sounds of his actions are a bit loud, schlick after schlick after sopping schliiick. Technically you should've woken up, but the fact that you didn't made him all the more horny.
He knows you'd get annoyed if you caught him like this—the fact that he can't even handle you sleeping in his bed is definitely enough to piss you off.
Little did he know, you were pretending to sleep the entire time. You were in and out of your slumber, sure, but you certainly weren't able to get a full night's rest when the sound of your roommate touching his wet cock next to you was loud enough to drive any woman insane. There was an image of it somewhere in your head, courtesy of accidentally walking in on him in the bathroom a couple times in the past, so it was a little difficult to sleep with those thoughts combined with his strokes all in one hot night.
Not to mention the way he was panting behind you with not one care in the world for how noisy he was. Hell, some of his breaths managed to slither towards the back of your neck.
You made the mistake of adjusting yourself again and accidentally pushed back towards him, your ass nearly making contact with the side of his body. Toji had to grip at the base of his dick to stop himself from cumming just then, his next breath choking its way out of him before he could help it, and his other hand moving to pull his shirt up.
He went to bite down on the fabric to hopefully help with the sounds threatening to spill from his lips but it didn't help much.
The man resumed with his strokes and it wasn't long before you felt something land on your butt in thick spurts.
Despite the fact that you already had your eyes closed, they squeezed shut a little harder as you fought the urge to flinch. You hoped desperately that what you just felt wasn't what you thought it was. There was no way Toji managed to cum on your ass while you were "sleeping", right?
You figure that right then is as good a moment as any to stop pretending to be asleep and let yourself yawn—giving him a sign that you've stirred awake. Toji's body tenses up almost immediately, his eyes widening a fraction as he realizes what exactly he just did. He gulps, frantically looking around the bed to see what he can use as an excuse for the white mess currently drooling down the side of your ass.
Fairly enough, he has half a mind to snap a picture before you turn over. Just so he can have something to remember this by, y'know?
He doesn't though, considering how he moves to tuck his dick back into his shorts and clears his throat.
After which he moves to prop himself up on one of his elbows, and you feel something brushing against your butt. You can't help the way your eyes broaden.
Then you peek back at him from over your shoulder, and your gazes meet for a breif moment. There's not an ounce of guilt on his face and he only holds the eye contact with you for a few seconds before he looks back down to focus on what he's doing.
You follow along with the redirection and angle yourself back just enough to catch sight of what exactly is brushing against you. You see a cloth in his hand and watch silently for a few seconds as he wipes you clean.
Somewhere in your mind, you wondered if he was going to casually explain that he just came on you and then try to go to sleep like it was no big deal.
To your surprise, neither of those things happen.
The next bit of eye contact that's exchanged between the two of you is awkward. He's still wiping and you're just starring at him as try to figure out what you're supposed to say to him. What exactly was the proper way to react in this situation?
You're too hot to argue, too tired to be disgusted, and fainly aroused since you've always had a mutual attraction for the man that you've been trying to ignore for as long as you've been living with him.
“Sorry,” Toji’s the first to break the ice. “Had this in the bed,” he moves his other hand up and within it is a convienent bottle of lotion. Part of you wanted to laugh at him because of course he has enough junk in his bed to use as a cover up for what he'd really just spilt on you. "Saw some of it got on ya'," he finishes off with a half-apologetic grin on his lips.
You obviously knew that wasn't true since you heard every little detail of what he'd been doing—from spitting into his hand, to thoughtlessly huffing out your name under his breath. Toji wasn't fooling anyone here, but you'd let it slide for now.
“Might wanna change out of these,” he suggests in reference to your shorts, tapping at your butt once he's done wiping you off, “I could lend you somethin’, or—“
“No, it’s fine.” is all you say before you turn your head away.
With no warning, Toji ends up watching how you slide your hands down and swiftly remove your shorts—tossing them off the bed and then laying yourself back down as if to sleep.
He blinks.
Then his eyes unfortunately find themself on your panties because surely you were doing this on purpose now. Coming into his room this late because of the heat, sleeping next to him and nearly rubbing your ass against his body, and now clad in nothing more than a thin shirt and even thinner panties?
If he squinted hard enough at the right angle, he swears he'd catch sight of your pussy.
You heard him scoff behind you, then the weight in the bed shifts around as he decides to pay no mind to your attire this time. He already got off, so naturally there should be no need to go again.
…Even if you're clearly testing his patience.
——
Minutes fly by. Neither of you get a wink of rest.
You're starring blankly at the wall in front of you and Toji's left blindly looking up at the ceiling. Both of you tried to go to sleep, honestly.
But Toji kept adjusting his legs to stop the constant twitching of his cock and you repeatedly rubbed your legs together as if to lightly soothe the ache that'd came about after that whole fiasco of his seed ending up on you.
At this point the only thing occupying Toji's bedroom were two idiots in heat. Whether or not that meant heat in the literal sense or in the physical sense was beyond understanding to either of you.
After thirty minutes of you two staring into space and waiting on the other person to make a move, both of you manage to get some rest.
Though, it doesn't take much longer for you guys to realize that this was the worst possible outcome. Somewhere in your sleeping, your bodies naturally find one another. You'd think that under the hot air some distance would be created, but it seems as though you both had unintentionally different plans.
The next time you wake up, it's to the steady sound of something thumping against your ear. When your eyes flutter open, you're met with a naked chest and the feeling of something weighty wrapped around you.
The weight in question seems to be Toji's arm and the thumping you hear is coming from his beating heart. You lift your head a little to look up at his face and he's already giving you a half-lidded, groggy stare.
“It’s hot as shit in here ‘n you decide to lay on me? You’re tryin’ to kill me.” He mumbles, the very vibration of his deep voice involuntarily causing you to shift against him.
Both of your limbs are already tangled with one another, so the next movement of your body wakes you up fully as your clit presses somewhere up against his thigh.
You try to nudge at him playfully to distract yourself from the sensation that invoked, “No one’s trying to kill you, Toji. Hush.”
None the wiser, your roommate tries lifting his legs to move over a bit and accidentally grinds the firm muscle you'd already been pressed against, into you. You turn your face away just in time to hide the expression that tugs out of you, but fail to swallow down the sound that follows.
“Mmnh,” The sound floats out of you before you can control it.
Then Toji's brows scrunch up—as if he has any room (literally) to be confused, “Fuck was that?”
Your head shakes, “Nothing.”
That singular word flips some type of switch in his head, resulting in that same leg lifting up a few inches in between yours, and simultaneously pushing your body further up against his whilst rubbing between the dampened fabric concealing your core. Your jaw falls open helplessly this time and Toji eyes the way your hand flies down to his chest as if to grab at it.
Technically you were trying to brace yourself, but the breathy bit of air you release along with all the movement makes him cock a brow.
“You sweatin’ down here?” Toji asks bluntly, now dragging his leg back down just to cop a bit of a better feel than the first time.
It would be obvious to anyone with eyes that neither of you were in your right mind at the moment. He was openly teasing you and you weren't shutting it down like you normally do. Perhaps it was the heat or the lack of proper rest under it—but either way—the two of you were clearly falling victim to the same sensations.
Your lashes flutter again and you hunch forward towards him a bit, “That’s not-," his leg adjusts again, the bulky muscle in his thigh flexing, "Toji.”
“What? That’s not what?” He grabs at your chin and tugs your face up to look at him properly, “Talk to me, doll. Tell me what that is I’m feelin’.”
The forced eye contact makes you throb. You suppose right then that the heat had finally gotten to you. Otherwise you wouldn't be feeling the way you do at the moment.
Right?
Your body adjust against him slightly and you fight the urge to let your eyes fall back as pleasure jolts throughout your body from the feel of your clit catching the firm build of his leg. “It’s not sweat, Toji.” You admit honestly.
There's a singular beat of silence that passes, filled only with your hardly discreet way of grinding against his leg, and him aiding you through every faint gyration.
“Mh.” His hum rumbles lowly, “So, you’re horny.”
You drop your face down into his chest out of embarrassment and you playfully smack at him, “Don’t say it like that!”
“Say it like what? It’s true." Toji cocks his head over and watches how your body is betraying your embarrassment. Then he finds himself smirking all over again as he his face back toward you, lips angling to your ear, "Your pussy’s droolin’ all against my thigh right now—should I have said it like that instead?”
You almost moan, “N-No."
“Hah.” Now he's smirking in full force, hands having gone to your sides just to feel your body twitching as they slide lower and lower, “Go ahead ‘n move your hips—rub one out against me, baby.”
There's a groan that snakes out of your throat in response before your hand curls into a frustrated ball against the planes of his abs, “Don’t call me that.”
Toji's hands grip at your hips and his voice seductively caresses itself throughout your eardrums, “Want me to do it for you?" Your head shakes in response to his question and he tuts, "Alright then rub that pussy against me, lemme feel her real good.”
And what more permission did you need?
You pluck your body away from being sandwiched to his, sitting up at some half-angle and let your hips buck forward just once. Toji smiles and wastes not one second in dragging his clammy palm around to properly grope at the fat of your ass.
“Mhm,” he hums encouragingly, to which you let off an airy sound that has his cock aching for attention all over again. “There you go. Keep making yourself feel good, pretty girl.”
“Toji," his name leaves you in something just short of a moan, and it's overtly apparent now that both of you are overcome with a mutual neediness.
His hand squeezes at your ass with each rock 'n shy rut of your hips—guiding you with your steady grinding over his thigh. Then you feel your clit roll at a rather juicy angle, quickly resulting in your upper half flopping back down against Toji.
He feels a hot pant fan out across his chest and he has to bite at his lip again to stop himself from making all kinds of noises. This was everything he'd fantasied about and more if he was being completely honest.
“So fuckin’ sexy,” Toji compliments with a greedy tug of your body, weeping a webby lather of precum from the slit of his cock in reaction to having your tits pressed against his naked skin—your perked nipples rubbing against him in a fashion near to the way your clit traveled his thigh beyond your panties. “My dick’s gonna start hurtin’ if I don’t do something. Can’t keep watching you like this.”
You're the one holding back responses now, instead answering him with a sudden kiss against his left pec. Toji's lips separate and he breathes out something soft once your hand slips down to the waistband of his shabby shorts.
“Can I?” You whisper against his skin, lips smearing.
Toji looks at you like you just asked him the dumbest question in the world. Then he scoffs, “Go ahead.“
You waste no time in dipping your hand beneath the dark fabric to haul his cock free. In your hand is a weight nothing could've prepared you for.
Toji's got a freakishly heavy cock, to say the least. It's massive within your fingers and when you look down at it, you almost moan from the sight alone.
Even though his room was rather dark, there was enough moonlight spilling in from the distant window to have the cum gathered around his plump head glistening. Your thumb pushed up and slipped right against that pretty slit of his, earning a sharp crack in his breathing.
Toji feels your the pad of your thumb applying pressure before he groans. Then you stroke downwards towards his base, feeling the dark, sweaty hairs of surrounding it tickle your skin.
“Shit," You mutter.
He—annoyingly—starts smirking at you again, “Big, ain’t it?”
Your eyes roll, then you turn your head back up to look at him, “Shut up.”
The next few minutes consist of you jerking him off whilst you continue grinding against his leg. Toji mutters filth under his breath that you're too horny to hear, and both of you are now sweating against one another for entirely different reasons.
Toji expects this act to be the very peak of his expectations, but amid your perfected strokes—because fuck if your hand isn't the best thing he's felt around his dick in weeks—your mouth meets his chest again, and he's quickly caught off guard by the way your lips wrap around one of his nipples. Your tongue swirls aimlessly, tugging the bud further past your lips whilst indulging in two other fruitless acts of pleasure simultaneously.
For a while you were convinced that Toji's laziness translated in the bed as well since he damn sure wasn't doing much aside from letting you rub all over him in every available aspect.
That was until he felt your breaths coming in shorter and your hand gripping at his cock a bit tighter to brace yourself for something. It was rather adorable how quickly you tensed up against him as your orgasm approached. All he could do was sit there and swallow down his groans as you gripped his cock and moaned against his nipple, clit throbbing at his thigh and cunt leaking your panties into a soaking mess.
The moment your body starts to convulse and he realizes you're cumming, his hand slides under your panties and he palms the bare skin of your ass before applying a hefty bit of pressure—weighing your body harder down against his thigh so you have no room to run from the orgasm that crashes over you.
Feeling you cum against his leg is easily one of the best feelings in the world in his opinion. He would have the air conditioning broken for months if this would be the result every night.
Not that he tells you this, of course.
As you're panting and trying to steady your breathing, Toji finally decides to stop being lazy and causes your hand to fall away from his length as he suddenly shifts about to push you over.
You land on your back and gasp, blinking rapidly before he's positioning himself above you—cock dangling nastily and sloppily kissing against the skin of your naked thigh. Toji's big arms bracket the sides of you body and you stare up at him innocently, as if you didn't just rub one out on his thigh and leech onto him throughout the entire ordeal.
“What’re you doing?” you ask.
“You want me to fuck you, right?” Toji hums, abruptly hooking an arm under one of your knees and lifting your leg up. Then he's doing the same to your other leg and your breath is tangling around somewhere in your lungs. You're barely given a proper moment to process what's going in before he's dipping down in between your clammy legs as if it's second nature, "Gotta make you cum for me first."
"But I just—"
"Nah," Toji's smiles once he's got a face full of your pussy in front of him—your flimsy panties the only thing between his starving mouth and what was about to serve as a refreshment for him, "Not like that. On my tongue."
That's the only warning he gives you before diving in.
It should've been too hot for half of the things you two had done so far and yet here you were anyway—letting him grind the entirety of his mouth against the gorgeously swollen mound of your pussy, his teeth baring out to tug your panties over to the side so he could properly suction his lips to you. Your underwear is kept to the side by a singular thumb that he angles over, and his mouth is nothing short of disgusting against you.
In fact, the entire lower half of his face is nasty when met with your pussy. The tip of his nose nuzzles against your frazzled clit, and his lips motion outwardly before he sucks the slick out from in between your folds—tongue coming through to lap at it as if rewarded. When he groans, you feel the sound thunder against the entire lower half of your body.
Toji's busy going to town until you both are a mess of mixed sweat and pleasureful tears. Your hand found his hair somewhere in between his long tongue curving up inside you, and since then you've been grinding upwards against him, practically riding his face whilst he fucked you right back down into the matress with his mouth alone.
The same mattress of which rocked with both of your combined movements. The volume of your moaning and his groaning was surely enough to earn a noise complaint from a nearby neighbor the following morning but obviously neither of you cared.
Between Toji's tongue and the heat that continued to make you sweat into his sheets at a ridiculous rate, your next orgasm comes far heavier than the first one had. So much so that you were squirming all against your roommate, trying to push at his head as if you didn't want to cum—your poor mind scrambled from everything that'd taken place thus far.
It's not until after you spill something weepy into his mouth that he peels his mouth off of you and wipes at his mouth, licking the remnants that smear across his hand immediately after.
Yet even then Toji doesn't give you much time to recover. If anything, he gives you no time to recover whatsoever.
Your eyes are still stinging from prickly tears of pleasure, and as you're blinking them away, you catch sight of him crawling his way back up over you. Next thing you know and his mouth meets yours in a singular, haphazard kiss that consists of a slanted tongue sloppily breaking past your lips and a groan pouring into your opened mouth.
Then his cock slips against your exposed folds, a thumping vein felt mapping the outskirts of your sensitive clit before he angles one hand down to grip his base. Your body latches onto his all over again, arms wrapping around his neck despite the sweat on your skin making the both of you slip 'n slide against one another.
Toji smiles into his next set of smooches, trailing his kisses down to your jaw, and eventually the warm side of your neck before feeling you roll your body upwards—cunt kissing the head of his dick as he slides it downwards in one heavy motion.
“Awh, look at you grindin’ on my tip like that. You want this fat cock inside you, huh?” His voice slathers itself into your skin and it's making you impossibly hotter underneath him, but you couldn't be bothered with it right now. Which is exactly why you nod in response, and he leans up a little to look you in the eyes whilst releasing his length from his grip, “Yeahh? Here, take it then—let me see you put it in.”
No seconds are wasted as you dip your hand down and comfortably wrap your fingers around him, giving him a couple tugs that he can't help but glance down at. Toji eventually obeys your short tugs 'n pulls by letting his body follow the motion until his tip is getting snagged by your goopy entrance—globs of slick sobbing all over his first few pudgy inches.
The very moment he starts sliding into you, you're whining and he's left moaning above you.
“Ohmygodd,” His dick easily stretches you out a bit more than you were expecting it to, the sheer girth of him jerking a gaspy little call of his name out of your lungs, “Toji-, Toji!”
“What, what? What’s wrong?” He pauses rather quickly to ensure he's not hurting you or something, hardly even halfway inside you and staring down at your twisting face with worried eyes.
You’re panting, nails having moved to dig into his arms already, “You’re too fuckin’ big.”
That makes Toji grin before he huffs, “No such thing.” and pulls back to spank your cunt with the weight of his cock a couple times. He only tops to spit at his four fingers before smacking you with his dick again, inching in afterwards and reassuring you with a rather gently murmured, “She can take me.”
Your head shakes but there’s an eager glimmer in your eye whilst you whisper back to him warningly, “Just… go slow.”
“Mmmh, I’ll try,” He tells you before leaning down to kiss your cheek and whispering, “Just for you.”
Then he's nudging his way into you—inch by inch until his chubby balls are left flush against your sweat-glossed skin and his tip is bumping against your hilt.
He looks down and sees his cock bulging against your skin. Then he thumbs at your clit and tutts—popping a pout at how puffy your pussy lips are around his dick already. “Look at that slutty pussy—she knows how to take cock juuuust fine.”
Your walls constrict around him just once and the next thing you know, Toji's rocking himself in 'n out of you perfectly. Your insides seem to mold to the shape of him in a matter of minutes, getting used to his wide size and taking him in deeper as he moves along.
The sounds of sex practically cloud the room, his cock fucking into you faster than you can keep up with and your mushy walls sucking him in farther than he can comprehend. Sweat drips off of his body and onto your and the both of you are an utter mess of one another.
Every now and then he'd lean down to kiss you but the gesture always comes shabbier than the last, lips maligning across one another whilst warm saliva is exchanged and left across both of your faces.
Your hand makes the mistake of moving to his lower abdomen and pushing at his body just a few seconds after he starts fucking you down into the mattress—the bed rocking and shaking beneath your bodies—and Toji seems ticked off for half a second.
Then he nods his chin at your wrist, "Move your fuckin' hand and feel it, feel that dick inside you. Stretchin' you out real good."
He's not entirely sure if it's his words or the way he starts plowing forward even faster, but the slippery squelches one of those invokes from you most certainly is not something he imagines. Then your moans increase in volume and Toji figures he doesn't need a neighbor scolding the two of you for this tomorrow so he brings a hand up to your chin and then props his thumb up to your bottom lip.
“Open up, doll.” He orders plainly, to which you take his finger in without him even having to ask. Toji smiles at the sight, “Atta girllll, now suck on it.”
You do exactly that for him, the action suppressing how loud your moans are for a while until his cock knocks across your cervix and leads you to bite down on his thumb. The sensation is sudden and sharp, which nearly makes Toji's eyes cross for a moment.
Words couldn't describe what that little bit of pain did to him, honestly. All you both know is that within the next few seconds, something creamy is flooding your insides and making you two many degrees hotter than you'd been earlier.
Your brains turn off in sync after that and he's just thrusting mindlessly for another minute or two, as if to make sure he's properly bred you or something. Then his fingers move to the side of your neck and his thumb slides out of your mouth—leaving a thin trail of saliva in its wake—and his entire hand goes off to cradle the back of your head.
You gasp once Toji lifts you up from the bed in one, freakishly strong tug, still humping his dick into you slightly before your mouths collide somewhere in the air. You're hauled all the way up until he's sitting back on his heels and you're appropriately sat on top of him. Both of your arms and hands are everywhere on each other's body, and it feels like something utterly depraved as taken over.
The kisses you share is a slop of tugged lips and sucked tongues, mingled with breathy moans and murmurs of your names until his hands find the underside of your thighs and move to bounce you up and down on his cock.
A whine is punctured directly out of you as you're lifted, gravity aiding Toji in plopping you right back down onto his cum-smothered base. Then his mouth finds one of your tits and he's drooling all over you.
You thought you were unsure of what had gotten into you but apparently Toji was far worse off. It's like the heat of the room was of no concern anymore. The only thing that mattered to him was having your body be thoroughly appreciated by every part of him he had to offer.
He's even mumbling into you while his tongue swirls around your nipple, “So fuckin’ hot it here,” he puffs, “Making me lose my goddamn mind—fuckin’ you like this. Hahhh.”
You're babbling nonsense with your arms wrapped around hims head, “Tojiiii-, aanh! You feel s-so good inside me.”
Which, makes him feel all proud inside for the nth time tonight, “I know I do." His hands grasp at the thick of your hips again and he squeezes your skin just once before moving you vertically around the sticky inches of his length, “Feel good when I bounce you up ‘n down my dick like this too?”
You’re nodding stupidly. Then his hands find your asscheeks and he's groping you the way he's always wanted to.
Plap after plap after plap bounces against the walls and his cum has evenly started to leak down against his balls and drip onto his sheets—which were already a mess to begin with.
Then his head flies back and his hair is sticking to his skin due to sweat, “Fuuuck, I’m gonna cum again." He warns, tipping his chin down a moment to meet eyes with you, "You ready for it, doll? Hm? Gonna fuck it into you.”
He earns another dumb nod of your head as you press into him. Whimpering, “Fill me up, Toji. Pleeease?"
The next and final load that he shoots into you comes in uneven bursts, painting your walls in a sluggish fashion before both of your bodies go still against one another. Well, safe for you shuddering as you release right along with him.
You're still hugging his head and he's still got his arms wrapped tightly around you but that only lasts for a few seconds before both of you feel another wave of heat draft over you. Then, for the first time in forever, you're remind of how you ended up in his room to begin with.
Toji lifts his head up to kiss your shoulder, “I uh-, fuck." He snorts into your skin—regretting it directly after since the sweat on both of your skin is beginning to make your bodies feel glued to one another, "I would’ve put on a condom but uhm… s’too hot for that.”
You scoff at him, “Liar, you ran out of condoms three weeks ago.”
“Yeah, you’re right.” He mumbles back.
Then he realizes there's no way you'd know that unless you were just as much of a disgusting pervert as he was and had been tracking the number of condoms he had in the same way he'd been tracking how many pairs of panties you'd allowed to go missing over the past month.
Pulling away from your shoulder and blinking, “Wait a damn minute.”
