inexperienced!choso who fucks you for the first time. (and his first attempt in dirty talking).
He sinks his cock slowly and gently. His hands trembling as he holds your hips in place, his other hand thumbing with your clit like you asked. His breath was shaking, he felt like he was going to shoot his cum inside you once he bottoms out.
"y-you feel so g-nngh-good"
His eyes dropping to your tits, his cheeks get pink. He slides his cock out of your pussy, watching it clench around nothing before thrusting back in, whining as he feels the warmth of your walls. You cunt hugging all the veins and curve of his dick.
Without a second thought, his mouth opens speaking through whimpers,
"vagina's s-sucking me so tight."
His movements halt, your moans halt as his words sunk in. You tried to hold your laugh in, you really did but you can't help it. Poor little Choso.
"Stop laughing."
Choso said, dropping on top of you and hiding his face in the crook of your neck.
"I'm sorry," you stifled your laughs, guilt building in your stomach. "'twas a little too clinical, Choso." you said, running a hand through his arm.
Your guilt subsided when Choso chuckled along with you and began moving again, whimpering in your ear about how good you felt.
tags. creampie, quickie, fem!reader. i wrote this while I was high and horny pls ignore any mistakes
He pulls you in just 20 minutes before his work starts.
You could see his dick print through his pants, showing you how think and how lengthy it is underneath the fabric.
He pushes you against the door hastily, his breath heavy as he kissed your lips. Need and desperation was evident in the way he pushed your skirt up, bundling them up to your stomach.
"Just a quick one, sweetie. I promise. I'll be done in 10."
He says, you hear the buckle of his belt being undone and the zipper of his pants getting lowered. He pulls his pants down.
His cock slaps on his abdomen, throbbing hard as beads of pre-cum leak and smear on his skin. He brings a hand down his shaft, softly moving them up and down.
"I just wanna fuck you right now."
He whispers, grabbing your ass and lifting you off the floor pinning you against the door, he pushed your panties to the side. Then licks his fingers, making them nice and wet and smeared them on your pussy lips.
"No prep right now, sweetheart. I'm sorry."
He says in a low apologetic tone as he pushes his cock past against your folds, pushing himself balls deep on the first thrust.
True to himself, he finishes in 10 minutes.
He's satisfied and you're satisfied as he kisses your lips sweetly before walking out the door leaving you with his cum deep inside your cunt, drpping down your thighs as you wish him goodluck.
The way Nanami Kento would be so gentle with you when you fuck, always slow and prepping you properly. Making sure you get used to his thick cock before getting in a slow, steady rhythm and whispering sweet praises into your ear as he sinks his cock deep inside your weeping cunt.
On the other days when he doesn't feel too generous or too fucking horny to prep you. He just spits on your cunt and rubs tight circles around your throbbing little clit as he forces his cock deep into your cunt. Saying things like, "You can take it like a good girl, you're made for my cock." or "Fucking take it, you little whore." He would fuck you like he hated you, pulling your hair harshly as he snaps his hips mercilessly, using you for his own pleasure.
synopsis. it was the night before nanami kento left for shibuya, you can't shake the feeling that he's saying goodbye.
You laid in bed, your head pressed against Kento's chest, listening to the strong heartbeat of his heart.
"Sweetheart, I love you," Kento whispers, his hands brushing your hair gently. His arm served as a pillow.
"I love you too, Kento, with all my heart." You replied back.
Kento stays silent, the brush of his fingers against your hair was consistent. His breathing was silent. You wish you could stay like this forever, cuddled in his warmth, his arms wrapped around you.
He pulls you to his chest and places a gentle kiss on your forehead.
"Look at me." He says quietly, placing a finger on your chin, making you look into his eyes.
His orbs were unreadable. Many thoughts swirling behind them but they remained the same, looking at you like you were the air that he breathed, touching and looking at you gently like you were made of expensive porcelain that he was careful not to break.
"Hmm?"
He smiles at you, his thumb caressing the side of your face. Memorizing every detail, even the smallest and unnoticeable parts of you.
"I want know that every beat of my heart sings your name. I would never not think about you or not love you, even until my last breath." He says quietly.
This was not random or uncommon for Kento to say deep meaningful words to you. But it had struck you differently this time, it rendered you speechless. It was like he was saying goodbye.
"Every time I look into your eyes, my soul finds solace in a love that words fail to articulate, being here with you feels like home," He takes a deep breath, smiling down at you.
"Kento, what is this? Is everything alright?" You ask, a worried edge to your tone. You catch the slight grief and sadness in his words.
He shook his head, still smiling gently at you.
"If I return in this mission to Shibuya..." He starts.
It hits you, Shibuya. Yuuji Itadori, the student he considers as his child, Sukuna's vessel. You get pulled back into the reality outside of his embrace.
"Marry me."
You froze up, your eyes widened. It wasn't a question, Kento chuckled. A playful smile on his lips.
"I would get down on one knee at a better time, keep your answer until I do." He smiles at you.
You nod wordlessly.
Tears well up in your eyes as you tried to contain them. You felt the dull ache of your throat, as you choked back your tears of happiness.
A tear escaped from your eyes.
He wipes it gently.
"And when we do, we'll travel the world. Read books with you, enjoy life with you, and spend the rest of my days with you."
He added.
"After this, I'll quit my job. Will you agree to adopting Yuuji?"
He asks, looking at you for permission.
You loved the kid as much as he loved him. You knew Yuuji would love to have a family to take care of him, you adored the kid.
"I would, he's a nice kid. He deserves the world."
Kento smiles at you. The evening continued with soft conversations, whispered i love you's, playful banter until the both of you can't talk anymore.
Kento waited until you were asleep, watching you quietly with a contented smile on his lips.
"Wait for me." He whispered in the cold air of the night.
Little did the both of you know, he wouldn't come back. The plane tickets to Malaysia would rot in a compartment of the bedside table. His ties would land untouched in the wardrobe, his suits would hang, waiting for Kento to wear them again.
His pile of unread books would never decrease in amount nor increase in the pile, his dream vacations would not be crossed out, his bucketlist would not be fulfilled.
The ring he bought you would forever lay hidden in the place only he would know.
You would never get to wear it.
You would never get married to the love of your life.
You would never see him with Yuuji again.
You would never see him watch your children be a mix of his and your personalities and looks.
note. this was supposed to be posted on christmas but it got busy, i also gave up at the end whoops
It was Christmas.
it really wasn't the time to be horny, especially with your family around but lo and behold, Gojo fucking Satoru was the epitome of annoying and is (un)fortunately your boyfriend.
Fingers sliding and feeling across the inside of your thigh barely avoiding the lace of your panties hiding underneath the red fabric of your dress as you ate whatever food your family had cooked.
You were grateful that there were linen drapings on the table or else everyone would see how Satoru's touch made you so fucking horny that you could explode.
"You made these just a whole ago, mom?" Satoru asks, eating away at the gelato your mother had made.
Satoru claimed the name 'mom' for your mother when they first met, stating that he'd be calling her that once he pops the magical question of lifetime commitment to him.
"Yes, d'you like it? I remembered you had a sweet tooth and made it at the last minute." Your mother laughed, eyes twinkling in happiness as she stared at him.
jerk.
You screamed in your head as his fingers ever so slightly grazed against your clothed clit. He chuckled in response to your mother, replying in a overly-sweet tone.
"Thanks, Mom." He giggled.
You shot him a glare but it immediately faltered as his fingers hastily pushed your panties to the side, tickling your entrance with his middle.
You inhlaed sharply at the time one of your family members talked to you, Satoru decided to push a long finger in. Immediately pushing against the soft spot deep inside you.
It went like that throughout dinner.
His fingers slipping in and pressing down on your sweet spot as you tried to talk, or circle harshly on your clit as you tried to eat.
All while his face remained unchanged, except for the teasing winks or the shit-eating grin on his face whenever he looked in your direction.
"Satoru, why don't you play Santa?"
You burst in laughter, at the same time his fingers froze on your pussy. One of your younger cousins had asked him that.
"Oh, you would play a great santa, toru."
You teased finally getting back at him. He shot you an overdramatic look of disagreement.
"No, no. I can't!" He replied, his voice taking a notch up higher, although his grin was still there, falrering a little bit, "do I look like Santa to you? I don't have a big stomach and I'm not old."
He pouts, refusing to play Santa. Slightly offended that he was offered to play santa.
"Oh, c'mon. Aren't you good at deciding who's naughty or nice?"
You don't know how.
But you know for sure that you're fucked.
You found yourself standing in front of Satoru, watching him in his red attire, a white beard on his face now as he cosplayed Santa.
You would laugh, but you feared a moan would slip out of you instead as you felt the consistent buzzing of the vibrator in your cunt.
Satoru had pulled you in your childhood bedroom, making up a solid excuse of helping him get into his costume.
"C'mere princess, need to slut you out while your family's watching." He grinned, pushing the dress up your thighs.
"Already so wet f'me... too bad you'd have to wait 'till they're all asleep." He chuckled again, kissing your neck as he walked behind you.
Deliberately making you feel his hardened cock through his pants, pressing them up your ass. He pushed your panties to the side again, almost maddeningly slow before gently sliding in the vibrator and snapping your panties back in place.
You jolt at the sudden impact, the fabring colliding sharply against your cunt.
"Be a good lil girl for me, yeah? I get to decide who's naughty or nice anyways." He whispered, grabbing a hold of your hips, pulling your ass against his bulge.
He moans so softly in your ear, teasingly.
Making you feel sparks of pleasure shoot through your cunt. His moans were always the perfect mixture of whiny and rough.
The evening continued like that. He would randomly spike the vibrations to the max, making you whimper pathetically under your breath. Your juices gushing out more and more, soiling your panties.
He would turn it back to the lowest fucking setting just to spite you, just to deny you your pleasure, just to edge you and keep you frustrated.
It was driving you mad.
All you could think about was the way his cock would deliciously melt your frustrations away, the way his cock would rub and fuck all the right spots so easily.
And so mercilessly.
All while moaning without inhibitions, Satoru wasn't afraid to let you hear how good he was feeling. And you fucking liked it to the core.
The way you knew your white-haired boyfriend would absolutely wreck your pussy, leaving you shaking until your hole would gape once he's finished, and a thick ooze of his pearly white cum would–
"Baby... it's your turn." Satoru called out, snapping you out of your erotic daydream.
Your cheeks flush a crimson red as you realized your family was looking back at you, you felt like they read every single thing that had crossed your mind a second ago.
"Uh, yeah. Right." You cleared your throat, trying to act composed as if the vibe didn't go to the maximum pulse again.
You shot Satoru a glare as you walked towards the Christmas tree, where Satoru was also standing next to. Which he replied with his signature smirk.
You picked up the gifts that was labelled your name, one from your dad, your mom, your siblings, and from Satoru himself.
You gave them all a grateful smile, your frustration slightly melting away as you let your eye's meet your boyfriend's striking blue ones.
He smiled, genuinely smiled at you. His teeth showing, there was always a hint of tease and cockiness despite how he smiled but you were used to it. It didn't make his emotions and feelings any less truer.
The vibrator against your clit was excruciatingly pleasurable but Satoru won't let you cum. You had to wait, wait until the night is over.
"Don't cum yet, you don't want to be naughty for me, yeah?"
Satoru whispered, seating himself beside you as your family unwrapped their gifts. His hand sneakily dances along your ass, hinting at the punishment you would recieve if you didn't comply.
synopsis. Geto Suguru never thought that the smell of mentholated lychee vapes would get his cock hard and throbbing that is until the soft chime of his vape shop doors opened. part 2 here.
tags. geto as a vape shop owner, fem!reader, age gap (suguru is 28, reader is 21), mutual pinning, pervert!suguru, substance abuse, heavy mentions of smoking, vapes, and nicotine, explicit content. word count: 1.8k
note. not proofread, for the life of mine I cannot edit right now. part 2 will be posted soon. credits to: cafekitsune for the mdni banner.
You were going crazy.
It has been a full week since you promised to yourself to quit vaping. You were getting out of your mind, full bags of lollipops were sprawled across the table as you stared at them in hopes of fighting back your nicotine withdrawals.
Fuck my life.
The events of your life were not helping either, your grades getting below the average, the amount of stress the last year of college was slowly getting to you just as you decided to quit, and more importantly the fucking rent was due and you were not paid yet from your part-time job.
Your hands desperately inches to a cola flavored lollipop, and popping them into your gloss covered lips. Licking the sweetness and sucking it in hopes that it will satisfy you.
Unfortunately, it didn’t.
You’ve reached your breaking point. The dull thud of the lollipop hitting the end of the bin as it was rendered useless as you threw it out. Fast steps echoed in the empty apartment as you rushed to your room, feeling the soft fabric of the carpet as you knelt down and pulled at the small hidden box under your wardrobe.
Your eyes twinkle as you finally spot the magenta colored pod, bringing it to your mouth as you take your first hit of the week, breaking the one-week long streak. Mentholated sweetness dragging down your throat as you inhaled, you closed your eyes and fell back into the floor.
“That’s the shit.”
You muttered to yourself, exhaling the white smoke out of your lungs and mouth. The room slowly being filled by fumes and lychee scented nicotine. You took another hit, then another, and another.
Until you notice the bitterness slowly creeping into your taste buds. With your head mildly spinning and your body growing heavier under unseen weight being pushed to you, you exhale.
“This is not the shit.”
Out of all the fucking time it could’ve burned. It chose this day. You threw the pod to the side, clutching your head as the world began to spin rapidly and your body heavier than a thousand rocks. You had to make a trip to the vape shop. Unfortunately for you, the shop which was just a few blocks down your street closed almost a week ago.
Which was, to be honest, the reason you swore to quit. But you had no extra money left to buy a new one.
“Fuck.”
“Fuck.”
Suguru exhaled, smirking to himself as he placed multiple new boxes on the glass cabinet. Restocking the supplies of nicotine to his shop. Thick smoke flying freely in the air as he took a hit of his own, intoxicating sweetness from the multiple nicotine products seeping outside the box of freshly purchased vapes.
Eccentric and detailed tattoos decorated his hands up to his forearm, his hair neatly pulled back into a bun, and a few strands spilling out in front. He continued to refill his store, pulling boxes and boxes of vapes out of one large container, muscles flexing and veins popping through his tank top.
His eyes peeked up as he bent down, the soft chime of the door grabbing his attention. A small gentle smile creeping its way up to his lips.
“How may I help you, sweetheart?”
Suguru hums, his words like satin, smooth and gentle as he stands up straight. Meeting the eyes of the new customer, which was you. He tilts his head ever so slightly taking in your appearance, memorizing your eyes and the way your eyes searched and looked around his shop. His observant eyes grazed curiously at you.
“You looking for somethin’?”
He added. Walking towards the counter where it separates you and him, leaning over the glass. The black piercing in his ear shining under the light. There was one thing that rang through your mind, he was fucking gorgeous.
Maybe the trip half way through town was worth it.
“Just a new disposable, please.”
Suguru nods, and smiles softly at you. Your breath catches up in your throat at how seemingly gentle this man was despite the littered tattoos on his arms. God, he was like a breath of fresh air.
“Any flavors in mind?”
Your eyes wander around the glass containers, black boxes with disposables as its cover. Blue, red, pink, yellow colored ones, almost every flavor you could imagine. You smile back at him, your eyes boring into his. His eyes were like an endless deep dark chasm.
“You have recommendations? Don’t say lychee ice or watermelon, please.”
He raised an eyebrow at you as he walked across the counter, pulling out a laminated card with all the flavors he had. Amusement carved into his pretty features, a smile crawled up to his lips. His curiosity about you intensified.
“You seem like the type to pick blush ice over and over again.” He joked, a smirk playing in his lips as he gave you the card. “You smell like lychee.” He added, shooting you a playful smile.
Your fingers brushed lightly against his as you accepted it. Suguru could not keep his eyes off of you. You gave him a smile, heart beginning to pound in your chest.
“Do I?” Suguru laughs at your reply, deep and raspy. He put one of his hands in his pockets, standing taller than you as he straightened up.
“Just a little bit, sweetheart.” He mused, averting his eyes to the card.
“D’you like fruity ones or pastry?” His fingers reached over the card, silver rings adorned his slender fingers as they slid from left to right.
“Fruity ones.” He nods, fingers pausing against the column of fruit flavored ones.
“Try mixed berries.” Pointing at a purple pod fading into white at the top. “Or grape soda.” he continues, his fingers dragging further down into the card, stopping at a purple pod darkening up at the bottom. His fingers merely a few inches away from your tits.
His fingers were distractingly pretty, your eyes following his every move.
“What do you think?” He asks, his fingers dropping to the counter, he leans back down. His dark hair astray from the clean bun brushing against the side of his temple.
Your eyes settled on the grape soda, a new flavor you haven’t tried.
Lowering the card on the counter, it landed with a soft thwack of the glass. Your mind swirled with thoughts. Was it really smart to spend your last money on some nic? Could it really be that bad to wait for a few days? You sighed. It was extremely careless to spend the last bucks for a disposable when you can get the roof on your head ripped away.
“Nevermind.” You gave him a polite smile, “I’ll have to wait a few days to get a new one.”
Suguru’s head tilted, he was all too familiar with situations like this. Normally, he would smile, nod and let the customer be on their way but he couldn’t do that. Not when he couldn’t take his eyes off you. It was inappropriate for him to fantasize about a customer, even worse, with someone he didn’t even know the name of.
But, God, you were fucking hot.
He cannot walk let you walk out of the store, no. He needed to make sure you would walk back in his shop.
“Say what, sweetheart. I’ll give you this one and you can just give me your old one. Safer for the environment than to just throw it out.”
Suguru was spitting things out now, despite the screams in his thoughts. He could potentially lose money, not that he didn’t have plenty. You could run away with it and never show your face again but he was willing to take a gamble. He was positive he was beginning to look like a creep in your eyes.
You were not. It was like the heavens gave you a fucking blessing as he offered it.
“Are you serious?” Your voice is laced with excitement and disbelief.
He nods, his hands opening the glass counter and pulling out a black box. It was the disposable he suggested. He had noticed the way your eyes landed on the grape soda a while ago, his eyes never missing a detail.
“As serious as you want me to.” He played it cool, taking a step back at his advances. The gentle smile showed up again in his features.
“I can’t possibly, what if I don’t show up again?”
Suguru chuckles, pushing the box to you, stopping a few inches to your hands.
“Then too bad, I can’t see your pretty face ‘round here no more.”
You grabbed the box, it had a little weight to it. Your eyes shifted from his then back to the box. Guilt settling in your stomach as the man offered it. Suguru leans it closer, you could smell the menthol coming out of his breaths, a pleasant scent you could get intoxicated in.
“Trust me, baby. You can take it.” He whispered.
His hands slithering to hold yours. Eyes piercing into you as his eyes dropped to your lips.
You could feel the tension, the building heat in your core as he inches closer. The thick nicotine in the air makes you feel dizzy as you look into his eyes, he lets out a short deep chuckle as if he was taunting you. His eyes snap back into yours hazed with lust.
“T-thanks.”
Your voice shakes, sucking in a deep inhale. You had to fight every urge in your body to not smash your lips against his and sink to your knees to give the man a blowjob as thanks, lips closing around on his cock as your hands pump the parts you can’t fit in your tiny mouth.
He backs up, the smile still on his lips. He cleared his throat and took a hit of his vape.
If he would dare, he would kiss your lips right now and wrap a hand around your pretty throat decorating it with his own marks. Fuck you right there in the shop where the tinted windows would do a decent job of hiding the both of you, bend you over the counter while his hands would take a hold of your hips and keep you in your place.
Maybe he would slip a finger or two in your mouth as he whispers filthy words into your ears.
But not today.
“No problem, sweetheart.” His voice was sweet.
He then turns around quickly, hiding the print of his dick through his pants as it gets tighter and tighter the more you stand near his presence. He clears his throat, his face doing a good job of covering the dirty thoughts he had of you.
“See you ‘round.”
With a shuddering breath, you step out of the shop. The newly purchased, or should you say given? Vape in your hand. You were certainly going back in there.
Maybe get in cashless, and offer your pussy that was making a mess in your underwear for a smoke.
