(does not follow the plot of the jjk manga or the anime)
cw's + tw's: nsfw, explicit language, anal (gojo receives), degradation kink, rough handling, reader has a dick.
summary: gojo teases you and it only takes so much for you to snap.
note: this is a thirst. lowercase intended.
word count: 0.3K+
“nghhh—but i-i’m not p-pathetic!” gojo satoru cried as he rode faster on your dick.
“if you’re taking my dick, you sure are, slut.” you state, smacking gojo’s already red ass.
tears welled up in gojo satoru’s very blue eyes as he left red marks down your chest. his sobs and pleas filled the room and were just absolute music to your ears.
“yet you fuck yourself on it and claim it to be yours.” you continue, watching his body shudder and shake as he keeps trying to take you in.
“it is mine. no one else can have you ~ aghh!” gojo is in shambles as you grab his hips and push him down on your dick as far as possible.
“you know better than to tease me.” you say, roughly taking his chin in your hand.
you’re sure you can see hearts in gojo’s eyes. his mouth is slightly open as if wanting a kiss. you run a finger over gojo’s bottom lip, and it quivers.
“kiss…?” gojo whines, its the least he could have if he couldn’t keep riding you.
“i’ve really fucked you up, huh.” you murmur under your breath.
he’d been stubborn at the start - now gojo’s brain turned to mush for you.
you kiss gojo roughly, and his hands started to wonder on your body. you pull away after a moment, your lips still slightly touching his, you could feel his cold breath fanning against your lips, and he whimpers, still wanting to kiss you.
gojo leaned closer and nipped at your bottom lip, tugging it and letting it go.
it only took a few seconds for you to snap - flipping gojo over on his back. he lets out a surprised breath.
“teasing me? again? thats 2 strikes. you wanna tease me? its my fucking turn.” you gritted out, locking gojo’s hands tightly above his head with just one of your hands.
all you knew was that gojo was in for long night that involved lots and lots of edging.
a/n: been a while guys… gained A LOT of followers. why do you guys like me after i left you for over 3 months 🙁? also tumblr decided to flag my blog so i felt even more unmotivated to write.
Warnings: Degradation, Sub! Billy, Mean Reader, Sex, 18+ Minors DNI
A/N: A little treat for your weekend! IWCB coming soon
“You stupid fucking whore.” You growl, stalking towards Billy.
He’s on his knees, head bent, hands behind his back. He knows better than to look up at you now, not when you’re like this. He doesn’t reply to you, throat just bobbing as he swallows. When you reach him, you grab his face in one hand, grip tight on his jaw and tilt his head up. His brown eyes are glossy, gaze unfocused as he watches you.
“You knew exactly what you were doing, huh? You thought you could get away with it dumb slut?” You purr, shaking his face in your hand.
He just stares at you, eyes widening at your anger. So you do what you know will get a response. You drop his face abruptly, moving to land a swift slap across his cheek, the skin blooming a delicious shade of red.
“I asked you a fucking question.”
“No, ma’am. I didn’t know, I’m sorry.” He replies, softly.
“Liar.” You snap. “What do you think happens to desperate sluts who lie, Billy?”
“They get punished. But I’m not-“
“Oh, I’m sorry, I don’t remember asking you.” You interrupt.
You’d been on a date, all dressed up for the expensive rooftop bar he’d wanted to take you to. The view had been incredible, a perfect panoramic of the city in the late evening glow. It had been perfect, the food delicious and the drinks refreshing, until you’d gone to the bathroom, and come back to the woman at the table next to you with her hand on Billy’s arm, smiling widely at him. He’d smiled back, and that’s when you knew that he was looking for a punishment. And boy are you going to give him one.
You take off your panties, balling them up and stuffing them into his mouth.
“I don’t want to hear you anymore.” You say.
When he’s been sufficiently silenced, you stop for a moment to admire him. His face is flushed, eyes wide and wet, waiting for you next command. He’s gorgeous like this, pliant and repentant. Who knew you’d be the one to break Billy Russo? You trail your fingers down his cheek, balding with the fabric inside of them, the black lace spilling from between his lips.
“Stand up.” You command, and he obeys instantly.
He’s still fully clothed, cock bulging in his pants, making your mouth water. You remove his belt and fold it in half, slapping his thigh lightly.
“Strip. Then lie on the bed. If you disobey me tonight I’ll leave you tied to the bed until morning. Got it?”
He nods quickly, eyes glued to your face. You wouldn’t really leave him here alone, not when he’s in such a sweet headspace, but he doesn’t have to know that. When he’s done as you asked, you drop the belt and move to the closet, reaching for the drawer where you keep the toys you and Billy like to use most. At the bottom is a riding crop with a black leather tip. You smile, already imagining the noises he’ll make.
When you return to the bed, he’s on his back, legs spread and cock standing tall between his lithe thighs. You love everything about Billy’s body, from his svelte frame to his chiseled jaw. He’s beautiful, and so, so, good for you. When you make him.
You lie the crop next to him, giving him plenty of time to tap out if he’s not feeling it. He looks down at it and back to you, and the twitch in his cock tells you he’s all for it. You smirk, picking the crop up and gently slipping in across his skin, paying close attention to his inner thighs. You can see him try not to squirm, how hard it is for him not to lean into the touch.
When you slap the tip down on his inner thigh he does jolt, whole body giving a shudder. You do it a few times, until he starts to grunt in pleasure each time, and the head of his cock weeps precome. Billy tosses his head back, thighs spread wide, muscles flexed to stave off an orgasm.
“Look at you, legs spread and I haven’t even touched your cock. What a fucking desperate bitch you are.”
He moans at your insults, fingers clenched around the sheets to keep from reaching towards you or between his legs.
You lay the first spank to his cock, the skin reddening with the strike. It lands at the base, right above his balls.
“Fuck!’ He swears, spitting your panties out chest heaving.
The next hit it to his tip, harder this time and you smile as he shouts.
“What did you say? Do I need to tape your mouth shut next time?” You scold.
“No, no, I’m sorry, ma’am.” He pleads, voice hoarse.
You pick up your panties and toss them aside, reclaiming his belt from the floor. You fold it in half again, tucking it between his teeth.
“Bite down. If you let go I’ll tape it shut until you wake up tomorrow.”
He obeys, and you spank his cock again, crop now wet with precome. When he’s got tears in his eyes, and that far away look on his face, you let up, dropping the riding crop onto the bed beside him.
“You did so well, baby. Maybe you can be a good boy after all.”
Billy nods, brows drawn in concentration, working hard to stay focused.
“Yeah? And what do good boys get?”
He mumbles around the belt, and you remove it so he can speak.
“Your pussy.” He repeats.
“That’s what you want? How do you ask?” You say, adding a firm edge to your voice, reminding him he’s not out of the woods yet.
“Please fuck me. I promise I’ll be good.” He grits out, cock twitching.
“Hmm… I suppose I can allow it.” You tease, leaving the belt out of his mouth.
You love the way he sound when you fuck him, how sweet his noises are when he’s about to come. But of course you’re not going to let him off easily. You slide your dress off, climbing on top of his fully naked now. His eyes are glued to your chest, so you take your breasts in your hands, squeezing and kneading them as you settle onto his thighs his cock brushing your ass. You pinch your nipples, rolling them between you fingers, waiting for him to slip up.
When his hands start to lift from the sheets you realize you’ve got him.
“And what the fuck do you think you’re doing?” You ask sweetly.
His eyes widen instantly and his hands drop back down to the bed.
“There you go.” You say in satisfaction. “You wanna touch is that it?” You taunt.
He nods, tongue darting out to wet his lips. You relent easily, basking in the feeling of his hands on your chest, fingers pinching at your nipples. He squeezes and leans forward to press his face into them sweetly.
“May I use my mouth?” He asks, eyes locking with yours.
“Go ahead, baby.”
You’re a little nicer to him now that he’s in that submissive headspace. His bratty side has been satisfied, and now you can enjoy your precious sub for all he’s worth. Billy’s mouth latches into your nipple, sucking and biting as you gasp at the sensation. His other hand keeps rolling your other nipples between his thumb and pointer finger. You grab his hair, threading your fingers through and pulling tight, feeling the vibration of his groan on your chest.
“Just like that baby, suck for me.” You praise, enjoying the wet sound as Billy pops his mouth off one nipple and moves to the other.
You know he could do this all night, satisfied to have your nipples in his mouth util he falls asleep, but you want more. While he works you over, you reach back to take his cock in hand, loving the moan he presses into your skin.
You stroke him gently, ensuring he’s just as hard as he was before. Then you coax his right hand to your pussy, letting him know he’s allowed to open you up for him. Billy shudders again, rubbing his thumb over your clit while two of his fingers plunge inside you, scissoring to stretch your entrance for him.
“Yes! Yes, good boy, just like that.” You pant, rapidly reaching your first peak.
Billy’s hip twitch as you come, one of your hands still in his har, the other leaving welts in his shoulder as your nails dig into the flesh. You clench rapidly around him and he sighs blissfully, mouth coming unlatched from your nipple to moan.
“Taste it.” You command, and he moves his fingers to suck on them, eyes fluttering closed in measure at your taste.
When you slip his cock inside of yourself, you sit down quickly, punching the air out of both your lungs. You adjust to the size, loving the stretch of Billy’s cock in your pussy. When it’s been a second, you start to give him his orders.
“You can touch my tits, nowhere else. If you try to fuck me it’s over and you come when I say, got it, slut?” You ask, stroking his hair.
“Yes, ma’am.” He confirms, and you start to fuck him.
You grind slowly, feeling his cock rub against you perfectly. He moans, hands coming back up to grab at your chest. He just holds you, chest still heaving. You move a little faster, your own breaths becoming shallower.
When you start to bounce, ass slapping against his thighs, Billy gasps. He tightens his grip and you know he’s close. When he opens his mouth to tell you, you stop, clenching around him hard.
“Please!” He moans, head falling back, bumping against the headboard.
“Please, what?”
“So close.” He breaths out.
“Oh yeah? You think you get to come first, think you’re more important than me?” You grit out, pussy clenching again.
“No, no I-“
“Shut up.” You say, moving again.
Billy cries out, chest turning red with the effort of behaving. When he’s close again a few minutes later you stop, blocking your own orgasm in the process. Billy’s eyes water, and you’re so, so close to the result you’re seeking. You wait, feeling him grip your chest for dear ilife.
You do it once more, and when you stop this time you squeeze his cock hard, hands gripping his shoulders. When you let up, the first tear slips from his brown eyes, wetting his thick lashes.
“Please.” He whines, letting another tear fall. “I can’t- I” He stutters, unable to finish.
“Oh, poor lieutenant Russo.” You coo. “Can’t even fuck me without crying. You’re just a little bitch aren’t you?” You mock.
He moans, and a sob comes loose from his chest.
“Say it.” You command.
Billy looks up at you, eyes soft and teary as he obeys.
“I’m your bitch.”
“Yeah…” You sigh, fucking him hard and fast this time. “Again.”
“I’m your bitch.”
“Yes!” You moan, your peak rapidly approaching. “You can come baby, come for me!”
Billy comes with a shout just as you do, pumping his come into your tight heat just as you flutter around him, moaning his name as you ride out your high. Minutes later, when you can both breath again you slide off of him, falling beside him. He immediately moves to hold you, resting his head on your chest.
“Was I good?” He asks, eyes closed, face half pressed into your skin.
“You were so good, Billy. I’m not mad at you, you made it up to be so well.”
He nods, squeezing you tight. Soon, you’ll get him up, get some food and water into him while you debrief. For now, you’re content to hold him, grateful for the best thing that’s ever happened to you.
“Love you.” He mumbles, a soft prayer against the only thing he worships.
submissive! afab! toji fushiguro x dominant! male! reader.
(does not follow the plot of the jjk manga or the anime)
cw's + tw's: nsfw, explicit language, toji has a pussy, mean! reader, fingering (toji receives), needy toji, reader has a dick.
summary: will toji let you fuck him? you’re not sure he can even handle sucking your dick… but, it’s his choice.
note: this is a thirst. lowercase intended.
word count: 0.3K+
i’m thinking HARD about afab toji fushiguro. how he would be as you play with his pathetic cunt.
“so wet.” you comment, giving his bare pussy a light slap, making toji jump and arch his back toward you.
“i want you inside.” toji murmurs, a haze over his eyes as he looks at you.
you thrust two fingers inside, lightly chuckling as toji rides your fingers with a shiver, you finally reply, “yeah? do you deserve it?”
“nghh—yes—anggh! want your dick inside~” toji babbles, grabbing your crotch, making you hiss and purposefully curl your fingers inside toji, making his eyes roll back as his body shakes with an orgasm.
you continue thrusting your fingers and toji whines, “no, i can’t! no - stop!”
you lean closer to him, using your free hand to grab his chin roughly and make him look at you as you left kisses down his neck.
“thought you wanted me inside.” you tease, slipping your fingers out of toji and shoving them into his mouth.
toji gags at your fingers reaching so far down his throat. his hands paw at your hand, eyes watering. yet toji still sucks on your fingers, desperate to please you. you lightly chuckle and finally pull your fingers out of his mouth after a enjoyable moment of watching him struggle. he gasps for air, coughing.
you wrap your arms around him and kiss the side of his head, sighing, “if you can’t even handle that - how will you take my dick down your tight fucking throat?”
toji whines, his cunt throbbing, pathetically clenching around air. even from the thought of being overstimulated, he wants you. you guide toji’s hand to your belt.
“but still—it’s your choice.” you say with a shrug.
toji’s eyes are locked on your erection poking through your pants. you smile as toji’s hands fumble to undo your belt. he’s panting like a bitch in heat.
“i want it.” toji rasps out.
“good fucking boy.” you praise as he spreads his legs for you as you start to undo your belt.
a/n: i fucking hate everything about the way i wrote this. & idk what i should write next😢…
summary: Who says Bakugou can’t have an early birthday present? But - does he even deserve it? After all, he just pissed you off. But, you're pretty generous.
note: bakugou is 18+. you & bakugou are pro-heroes. not proof-read.
word count: 1.4K+
Katsuki Bakugou had been an asshole lately and his birthday was coming up. It was certainly pissing you off. Did he even deserve a present from you?
“Hey dumbass Deku! Where’s my girl?” Bakugou accuses, stomping into Midoriya’s room.
“Hey, Kacchan! And (y/n)? I don’t know where she is.” Midoriya replies with a hand resting on the back of his neck awkwardly.
Bakugou grabs Midoriya by the collar of his shirt, “Don’t call her that, only I get to call her that, shitty Deku.”
“O-Okay… Sorry!” Midoriya apologizes.
“Hey, Izuku, I was wondering if you ha—” You walk into Midoriya’s room, pausing at the scene before you.
Bakugou immediately drops Midoriya at your sudden voice.
Ignoring Midoriya who was on the ground, Bakugou stomped his way over to you, his gaze worried, “Where the hell did you go?”
“Are you hurt?” Bakugou rasped as he scanned you.
“Why would I be hurt…?” You question.
“You weren’t in your room last night.” Bakugou explained, his hands resting at the small of your back, holding you close.
“I was only training Izuku. His skills need to be more refined while fighting, so I offered to help.” You reply confusedly.
Bakugou turned to Midoriya furiously.
"You lied to me? You fucking asshole! You knew exactly where she was—"
A loud slap echoed throughout the room. Everything and everyone in the room froze but you. You roughly grabbed Bakugou's chin and made him look you in the eye.
You were furious. You thought Bakugou had learned and agreed to stop fighting with Midoriya at every chance he could get.
You leaned over his ear and whispered, "I swear Katsuki, if you pull a stunt like that again, I'll leave you hot and bothered, no one to touch you - at all. I don't give a fuck if it's close to your birthday. So do me a favor and shut your goddamn mouth."
When you looked at Bakugou again he had a flushed face.
"Yes, m-ma'am," Bakugou murmured.
“W-What is happening right now?”
Bakugou’s head whips over to Midoriya and he almost bursts out with something stupid that would’ve got him in trouble.
But, Bakugou simply says, “Be quiet, you damn nerd.”
Bakugou’s quiet, but more respectful than you’ve ever seen him.
Midoriya had a blush of his own. Now that made you smirk.
“You’re free to join—if you’d like.” You tease.
You could’ve sweared you saw a flash of green from Midoriya’s fists that were held tightly. Hm…
“Please s-stop. Enough teasing.” Bakugou grumbles under his breath, before storming out of Midoriya’s room.
You chuckled to yourself before calmly walking out of Midoriya’s room, you give Midoriya a wink. Man, it’s so easy to make him blush.
“Damn it—” Bakugou grabs you by your waist and slams Midoriya’s door, pressing you against his shut door. “I can’t leave you alone for a fucking second. Was this your plan? To make me jea—never mind…”
You hummed with a very sweet smile on your face, “I’m getting bored - you’re boring me. Put on a show or I’m moving on.”
Bakugou flinched as if he had been slapped again. You hadn’t even slapped him.
You lied. Bakugou could never bore you. Thrashing against you as you made him give into extreme pleasure. He denyed the pleasure until you proved him wrong.
You wanted to toy with him. Make him hurt, just like he hurts the feelings of others. For no damn reason at all.
“Whatever.” Bakugou murmured, his shoulders slumping, a low sigh escaping him.
Bakugou simply walked away.
You couldn’t contain your smile any longer. It was lucky that he had just left.
One thing you also noticed before you saw Bakugou leave was… He was shaking.
Bakugou couldn’t stand that he couldn’t read your feelings. You didn’t let anyone see.
Bakugou wanted to be the first one.
Bakugou watched you from a distance as you talked with pro-hero, Hawks - as if you hadn’t just hurt his feelings a few minutes ago.
Bakugou thought he was doing a good job for you. But… He was boring you?
He needed to fix that.
❀ ❀ ❀
You and Bakugou shared a house. You had easy access to him. You liked it that way. You took your ‘frustrations’ out on him.
Bakugou heard the door shut and flinched even though he knew the exact time and second you came home.
Usually you’d greet Bakugou. Of course, he always gets home before you.
You rolled your shoulders and let out a tired sigh. You needed a drink. You poured yourself a glass of wine and scrolled through social media.
You heard the bedroom door open then close.
“Hey.” Bakugou whispered in greeting.
Without looking up, you continued to scroll through your phone, glass of wine in your other hand, “Hi.”
You heard Bakugou come closer, but you didn’t dare to pay attention to him. You were ‘mad’.
“‘m sorry.”
“For what, Kats?” You question.
“That you’re bored of me…”
You sighed, finally looking up at Bakugou, shocked at the sight before you. Bakugou in your lingerie.
Just from your stare, Bakugou’s head popped through the panties. He swallowed nervously.
“Come here.” You commanded.
Bakugou listened and moved in front of you.
“You think dressing up as a whore is gonna get me going?” You ask, running a hand down Bakugou’s chest.
“Yes…?” Bakugou sounded unsure as he shuddered from your sudden touch.
Hell yeah it was.
You stand up and grab your wine, walking to the couch, before sitting yourself down comfortably.
“Come sit. Now.”
Bakugou was there in an instant. His hands were shaking, his body covered in goosebumps. You knew he wasn’t cold. He was like a bitch in heat.
“Do you deserve it?” You ask, circling a finger around the head of his cock.
“Deserve what—hmghh…” Bakugou moaned, his hips instinctively thrusting up for friction.
“Fuck, this is so e-embarrassing.” Bakugou murmured his eyes on you, sweat already clouding his sexy face.
“Why not make it more?” You tip your wine glass down his chest, the wine painting his chest red like art.
Bakugou’s eyes were glued to you as you lowered yourself on your knees. You watched Bakugou in return. You spread his legs wide.
“Don’t close your legs. Got it, Kats?” You state.
Bakugou let out a weak whine and gave you a slow nod. He was already in a pleasured state. Just your attention was enough.
You leaned up and placed kisses all down his chest, licking and sucking at any remainder of wine. Bakugou whimpered, his hands all in your hair, his legs shaking trying to keep them open for you.
You flicked his nipples with your tongue. Bakugou was shuddering uncontrollably under you.
“Been a while, hm? Since I last played with you.” You taunted, putting pressure on his dick with your hand.
The friction of the pattern on the panties and the pressure, just felt so damn good to him.
“I-I can’t—!” Bakugou’s head was spinning.
“Going to cum so soon? You’re more desperate than I thought. Hm… Go ahead. Cum for me, Katsuki.” You say, continuing to tease his cock and torture his chest with your mouth.
Splurts of his cum coated your hand and you pulled down the panties and you used his cum as lube to continue to jerk him off. The pleasure quickly ended and turned to a tickling, painful feeling.
“N-No!” Bakugou cried out, trying to close his legs, his hands shakily trying to remove your hands from him.
“I’d like to see you try, you whiny bitch.” You taunt, quickening your strokes on him.
Bakugou was always bad at overstimulation. Just after one time cumming is hard for him. That’s exactly why you chose to do this to him.
“Fuck, I can’t anymore—mghh—nooo!”
“If you can’t anymore, why is your cock still leaking then, hm?”
“I-I—”
Your mouth connected to his cock and he couldn’t hold any sounds from coming out of his mouth even if he tried. Your mouth was so warm. He started to feel pleasure again.
“Feels good. Oh~!” Bakugou started to thrust his hips again.
You teased his cock with your tongue, running your nails down his chest.
He came a second time and was extremely tired and sluggish. You cleaned yourself and him off, changed him, and helped him walk to your shared bedroom.
“‘m forgiven?” Bakugou slurred as you both got into bed.
You smiled.
“Of course you are, Kats. Pretty sure you wear my lingerie better than me.” You tease, as Bakugou buries his head in your neck.
Bakugou only blushes and buries himself further into your neck embarrassedly.
a/n: this was supposed to be posted april 18, but i was lazy and i didn’t have any time to actually write it, but it’s probably already bakugou’s bday anyway. so hbd, you rude bitch!
submissive! toji fushiguro x dominant! female! reader.
(does not follow the plot of the jjk manga or anime)
cw’s + tw’s: nsfw, explicit language, oral (f), slight yandere! toji/obsessive! toji, degradation, you step on toji’s dick with your foot.
summary: You had a limited amount of time to get to work and your boyfriend, Toji was making that hard. He was obsessed with you and wanting you to feel good. He wants to eat you out. Who are you to stop him?
word count: 1.5K+
You had stacks of filled-out paperwork laid out on your desk, trying really hard to work. Someone was distracting you. Thank god, you were home. If you were at work and Toji was under the desk, begging to eat you out, you might’ve killed him.
“I wanna please you,” Toji whined, rubbing his head on your thigh, his eyes on you.
You were only trying to finish a stack of papers at home so you didn’t have to work in a noisy environment. Mission failed.
“Toji, I have to get to work, baby.” You cupped his face. “It can wait.”
“No, it can’t. I want to please you until you can’t walk, so everyone knows that you already have a boyfriend—someone to please you, me.” Toji replied quietly, his thick but gentle fingers slowly sliding up closer and closer to your pussy.
“Toji.” You warned.
“One time, please,” Toji begged.
“Fine.” You say, resting your head on your hand as you leaned back in your chair, watching him as you spread your legs.
Toji slid down your pants and eyed your pretty red lace lingerie as they looked right back at him. His gaze was already hungry, but now, knowing that he was closer to eating your pretty pussy out, his lust increased.
“Tell me how pathetic I am,” Toji whispers, grabbing your hips and dragging your body closer to his face.
“Just from looking at you? You’re a desperate whore who wants nothing but to get in my panties.” You degrade, to which Toji visibly gulped as he glanced up and met your eyes.
Toji was about to drag down your panties next, but you roughly grabbed both of his wrists. Toji eyed you confusedly. His eyes were so pretty, so dilated for you. It was as if he was on drugs. But, you knew better. Toji wouldn’t do drugs, especially in sexual acts where he had to touch you.
“You’re not allowed to use your hands after you take off my panties. And if you don’t make me cum, there’ll be even more consequences just waiting for you.” You warn, letting go of his wrists.
Toji's eyes widen only a bit. He can only nod. After all, he’s grateful that he even gets to touch you. You could’ve totally gotten someone else to please you. He didn’t want that. He was too obsessed with you to let you go.
Toji pulled down your panties and stared at your glistening pussy. You were pretty all over, it didn’t matter, if you pointed somewhere on your body, he’d compliment you.
Toji obediently laid his hands on his thighs as he sat on his knees for you.
“After this, you don’t get to touch me or do anything with me until I say so.” You state, closing your eyes and leaning back in your chair.
“What?” He rasped.
He couldn’t touch you after this? His fingers dug into his thighs at the thought of not being able to rub his scent all over you. Would the men at your work go after you? Would everyone go after you? Would everyone think that you broke up with him and that you were free for a new relationship?
“I’m sure you heard me. Don’t think too hard about it. I know how you overthink constantly.” You command.
Toji bit his lip to hold back his smile. You noticed? Of course, you did, you were aware of everything he did subconsciously and consciously.
Anyway, this was his second punishment. At least he’d get his final meal.
Toji’s mouth latches on your clit and you gasp at how hard he sucks on it.
How he wished that he could use his fingers to make you feel better. That’s always what he wished for. Toji didn’t care for his pleasure, no matter how good it felt. He always thought of you first. You always reminded Toji that he needed to be put first too.
Toji releases your clit, and wiggles his tongue back and forth right at your entrance. You may see this as him teasing you, but he loves when you leak into his mouth, Toji loves your taste. He’s addicted.
He groans at your taste on his tongue, nudging your clit with his nose as he dives further into your pussy. You thread your fingers into Toji’s hair as you lightly moan. Your hand in his hair feels so good that his eyes tightly shut as his tongue continues to work.
Toji sucks on your clit again, making you shiver and give him beautiful moans, letting him know that he’s doing good. He glances up at you and your face says enough. He feels good if you do.
You smile lustfully at him, staring at his flustered face, wet with your juices.
Toji suddenly flinches and moans into your pussy, when your foot nudges and moves between his legs and pushes hard on his cock.
“I didn’t say you could stop, did I?” You state.
“Sorry. I got dis-distracted.” Toji apologizes, continuing to lick close to your deprived hole as the pressure on his cock increased.
“Mmm, I see what you’re doing. Are you teasing me so that this lasts forever for you?” You question.
Toji mumbles sorry over and over into your pussy, like a vibrator against your clit.
Toji finally thrust his tongue into your hole, making you grip Toji’s hair hard. Toji moans again, flicking his tongue inside you, making you clench onto his tongue. He groaned as he felt himself about to cum from your moans, your pleasure, but let's not forget your foot on his cock, pressing very hard.
Toji wasn’t afraid to admit that he was a pain slut. You could literally torture him and you’d make him cum.
You were close as your moans grew louder. Of course, Toji came before you. Not that you had a problem with it, but how did you know? The noises into your pussy that he made were a mixture of whines, moans, groans, and how hard Toji’s fingers were gripping his thighs until his knuckles turned white. You watched as the crotch in his pants leaked a familiar liquid. His cum.
You finally went over the edge in a daze as Toji’s noises of pleasure sounded throughout the room. After you orgasmed, Toji gripped your ankle, probably feeling the sensitivity of just cumming. He tried to remove your foot from his cock.
“Hands off.” You command, Toji lets a shaky moan as he places his hands behind himself to balance himself.
You press harder on his sensitive cock. Toji loudly whines, his hands literally twitching to take your foot off of him. He didn’t want his punishment to go on for longer and disobey you, so he listened.
“You’re so indecent, Toji. You came without asking and before me?” You question.
“Yes. I’m sorry.” Toji whispers in regret, his eyes becoming teary as you press harder on his crotch.
You grab both sides of his face as he whines, letting a tear fall down his face as his mouth was open letting drool slide down his chin, his tongue sticking out in case you wanted to use his mouth some more.
“You do know that this will increase the time on your punishment, yes?” You say.
“How long?” He practically cries.
“A week more. That makes your punishment of not touching me at all, 2 weeks.” You reply.
Toji whined in disagreement.
“Then, don’t disobey me next time, Toji. I thought you had learned from last time.” You state.
You left Toji alone to his thoughts to get ready to be late for work.
Toji let more tears fall down his face. He didn’t want this punishment. Toji wanted to be able to touch you. To be able to bury himself in your scent.
Toji stood up and walked into your room. He sat on the bed and waited for you to get out of the shower. You finally came out and he immediately hugged you.
“Toji…” You started to say.
You eyed his teary face and his shirt that was covered in tears, “I can’t handle the punishment. Can you change it to something else? Spank me, whip me, flog me, peg me, anything else than not being able to touch you at all.”
“My sweet boy. If you’re not comfortable with something, you have to tell me, okay?” You say, cupping his face with worry in your eyes.
Toji nods, snuggling into your toweled body further.
“I’ll pick another punishment when you are ready.” You state.
“I’m gonna call off work too, okay? Let me get dressed. Go sit on our bed, will you?” You say.
Toji nods again and releases you and sits on your shared bed. Toji watches as you drop your towel and change into more comfortable clothes. You grab your phone and dial a number, probably work.
Toji waits patiently for you to come over to him, his legs hanging off the bed as he sits on the edge. You walk in between his legs and he hugs your waist as you hold your phone to your ear.
“Hello. Yes, this is (y/n) (l/n), I’m calling off work today, I forgot to call earlier so you would know that I wouldn’t be coming in. That’s very clumsy of me, I know. But, next time, I promise to call ahead of time.” You say smoothly.
Toji listened quietly as he continued to cling to your waist.
“Yep. Thanks, bye.” You say ending the call and pushing Toji’s head into your chest comfortingly.
“Thank you,” Toji whispered.
“Of course, baby.” You reply, running your fingers through Toji’s hair as you softly smiled down at him.
a/n: this should be posted on christmas, this is basically a christmas gift, lol. anyway, merry christmas! this oneshot was about 1.5K words. i can’t decide who to do next. but, i think i’ll work on “pretty little camboy” which is sub! itadori, but don’t be surprised if i post something totally different. because it’s happened already.
