#panting... spitting... soaked with sweat....

[satorus-whore]

. ݁⋆ ۶ৎ ݁˖ . ݁ 18+ | dry humping with nerdjo when you’re ovulating

you had pushed him back on his dorm bed, unable to help yourself when he was going on about something that happened during one of his classes. how he corrected the professor who tried to save their own pride by arguing with your self-assured boyfriend.

your thighs were squeezing together while he told you about it, a cute pout on his lips because he knew he was right. and you could barely catch the whole story because you were busy staring at his lips. at his jaw that you were tempted to take out a protractor and see just how sharp it was. at his arms bulging in his hoodie when he folded them over his chest.

you couldn’t handle it. your panties were becoming soaked.

you didn’t bother taking off either of your clothes, flipping your skirt up and straddling him to grind against him.

“b-baby-- fuck…” he whimpers, hands clutching your waist as you rut desperately against the bulge in his jeans, the fabric quickly becoming darker from a combination of his pre and your arousal. “what’s hah gotten into you?”

“i love you,” you whisper, leaning down, breath mingling with his. “i love hearing you speak. everything about you. mm, fuck… you make me so wet.”

he has to bite back a moan in response to your words. he stutters out something along the lines of an “i love you” back. then, he remembers the little note in his calendar that he put, keeping track of your cycle.

oh.

his glasses are foggy and skewed on his face, but he’s staring up at you with glassy eyes, a starry gaze of love and awe in them. he’s panting softly, mouth parted. you take his chin between your fingers, urging him to open his mouth further and you spit right onto his tongue.

he whines. loudly. his hips bucking up violently into yours, his clothed bulge catching on your clit just right. his hold tightens on your hips and he can’t help the frantic humping as he holds you down firmly on his lap. he ruts and ruts, like he’s the one in heat. already looking completely ruined.

“fuck, fuck. oh, fuck, you’re so hot. i need to… can i fuck you, please, baby?”

you slow down your hips, gyrating them in lecherous circles and figure 8’s, head tipping back as you moan so sweetly into the sultry air. your panties are a sticky mess at this point, sticking to you like a second skin, see-through and filthy.

“can’t, ‘toru. we don’t have condoms right now. plus this feels sooo good.”

“i’ll pull out, i promise,” he insists, breathy and needy. he can feel you soaking him through the layers of fabric, your heat making him twitch within the confines of his jeans. he aches to feel your cloying warmth wrapped around him instead. “jus’… hah need you so bad.”

“you can never pull out. you’re so weak when it comes to me,” you whisper again, and he groans, head lolling back on his pillow.

he knows you’re right, but god, does he need you.

you start to hump him faster again, the slick puddle between the two of you easing the glide of your hips. you grind against him like you’re riding him, completely taking control and making him dizzy. he feels like he’s going insane. and each time his cock drags against you just right, your thighs tremble on each side of his lap, only making you gush again, continuously leaking.

“love this so much, ‘toru,” you mewl, planting your palms on his chest so that you can grind against him faster and harder. a shiver runs through you, a shock of pleasure pulling your eyes back into your skull. “you feel so good like this.”

that hot little pool of pleasure in your lower abdomen growing hotter and spreading through you.

he’s whimpering out your name like a sacred prayer, sweat rolling down his neck as he tries to suppress the urge to fuck you. tries and fails pathetically. all he can think about is the way your sweet walls massage his cock, dripping all over him and sending him to heaven early.

“‘m gonna die like this. not being able to fuck you.”

“you’re so cute when you’re needy,” you giggle, leaning back down and kissing him. it’s a hungry kiss, like both of you are starving for each other, teeth clashing, moaning hotly into each other’s mouths.

one of his hands trail up from your hip to the back of your head, tangling in your hair and keeping you in place to kiss you like it might be the last time he ever will. his tongue slides against yours before you capture it between your lips and suck gently.

you feel his fingers twitch on your hip and in your hair, a muffled moan resounding through him and his eyes roll back. his body trembles beneath yours, grasp tightening on your hip before it slowly relaxes again. you feel warmth quickly seeping through your panties, something hot that isn’t your own slick.

pulling back from the heated kiss, you look down at him, seeing the flush deepening on his cheeks and the hazy look in his baby blue eyes. he’s gently rutting into you, dick pulsing with each grind.

“did you just cum?” you ask, awe and a deeper desire taking over the look in your eyes.

he drapes his arm over his eyes, catching his breath. “maybe. a tiny bit.”

you giggle again, looking down at the dark patch on his jeans that got bigger. “a little bit, huh?” you continue to rub yourself against him, and it doesn’t take long for his cock to twitch back to life. “think you can go again? i don’t think i can stop.”

he slumps back, but still eager to please you. “you really are gonna kill me.”

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[kill3ill]

using him as your dildo — 18+

yes, the idea of reader getting used as a fleshlight is fantastic, but what about reader using him as a dildo? not worried about his pleasure. you're only fucking him because he's a loser with a huge cock.

you're stuffing your panties (lacy, soaked through, reeking of your perfect pussy) into his face in a failed attempt to stifle his loud, unabashed moans. he definitely hasn't been fucked before, if so, not like this. due to his inexperience, he's probably came way too many times already inside you, and so you're bouncing on his fat, slimy cock with cum sloshing inside you and leaking with every bounce onto his pelvis.

"oh fuck- shut up, will you? i'm t-trying... mmnh... to focus," you manage out. trying to sound stern is basically an impossibility when you've got his cock smushed inside you to the hilt.

his hands are fisted in the sheets, knuckles white, thighs trembling beneath you as you sink down on him and then rock your hips back and forth while completely stuffed. this method doesn't give him as much pleasure as it does for you, but you don't care. this isn't for his pleasure, or your connection. all you care about is how deep he hits when you sink all the way, how your cunt's clenching so tight he can't stop shaking.

"f-fuck-!" he whines again pathetically through the lace in his mouth, drool soaking the crotch of your panties where they're pressed over his mouth and nose. his eyes are wide, glassy, fixed on the place where you meet him. it's humiliating how desperate he looks.

"you like getting used, huh?" you pant, beginning to bounce again so the overstimulation hits once more. you let his big, drooling cock drag and catch with each rough bounce. it makes that slick, wet sound every time you move.

"ah- ye-yeah, like it soooo much," he moans so loud it vibrates through your soaked panties, tries to say something, but you shove your panties harder into his face so you don't hear what shit he has to say. his cock pulses again and you can feel more warmth spill out of you, overflowing from the tip, dripping down to his balls in glooping heaps. "such a -shit- big fucking cock wasted on a nobody like ngh! you. y-you don't deserve it."

your voice cracks halfway through but you don't stop or pretend this is anything but using him like he's just a toy that happens to twitch and moan and cum without your permission. your hands are braced on his chest for balance, his skin hot and slick under your palms from how hard he's sweating, poor thing.

you push the underwear just enough to see his eyes, which are teary and rolled back. his eyes clamp shut when you drop down especially hard, and his whole body jerks like he's seizing. his stomach tightens under your hands but the second you grind down again deep, slow and mean, he lets out a strangled sob into your panties, soaked through with spit and the sharp scent of your cunt.

"mmnh, fuck, look at you," you breathe out, "you're crying, sweetheart. is it too much?" you coo mockingly, dragging your hips up until just his swollen tip is nestled at the edge of your cunt, nearly pulling out. the area where his cockhead enters you is smeared in cum and slick. he scrabbles at your arms, needing to be back inside you. then, without warning, you slam back down, clamping hard on him.

he screams behind the fabric. legs kicking. you begin grinding down hard as punishment until you feel another twitch inside you, his cock thickening, spurting another weak, creamy load. his fifth? sixth? doesn't matter.

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[megumios]

choso just wants to do you a favor and give into your fantasy ୨୧ choso kamo x fem!reader ୨୧ i need him to wake me up like this

choso remembers the first serious talk about intimacy you had. he specifically remembers you saying you wanted to be woken up with fingers buried deep inside you, why not make that reality now?

he wakes up from his slumber with a boner growing in his boxers. he assumed he had a wet dream even though he can't really remember. his skin is sticky in sweat as he sits up.

you're laying on your back, sleeping soundly. he watches you for a few minutes before remembering exactly what you said.

he lays back down next to you, kissing your cheek as he hand dips into your panties. he can feel your warmth and he nearly makes a sticky mess in his pants.

he slides a finger inside your pussy. it's not wet, you're asleep, not even close to being aroused. he doesn't want to hurt you so he pulls his finger out. he gathers spit on his fingers and dips them back into your panties.

he rolls two fingers around your clit and he feels you twitch. he stops for a second, making sure you're still asleep before continuing to roll circles on your pretty bud.

you twitch again but this time he doesn't stop. he can feel you getting wetter by the second, your body reacts to him so quickly. he watches your face, your chest heaving up and down.

he wonders if you think you're dreaming.

when you finally get wet enough, he slips one finger into your hole, reaching that one spongey spot. your chest heaves more but somehow you haven't woken up.

he slides another finger in. he can feel a stretch and he hears your breath hitch. he keeps going, thumb rubbing your clit as he fucks his fingers into you.

your pussy reacts to his every move even if you're not conscious. choso thinks it's sexy. he continues fingering your poor pussy till he feels you clench around his fingers.

you gasp, eyes opening, finally coming back to consciousness.

it takes you a few seconds to realize what was happening. choso fingering you while you slept.

a fantasy, one you wanted to experience for the longest.

you smile lazily at choso, pulling him close as he leaves his fingers in your soaked pussy.

he doesn't say anything, his thumb gently nudges your clit again and he feels you get wetter. he smirks, moving his fingers again, this time with you awake.

[07x1x4x1]

— cw: fem!reader, smut, fingerfucking, 18+ mdni

When Simon is too tired to fuck you or not in the mood to spend twenty-seven minutes getting your cunt loose and wet enough to take his monster cock but you're horny and practically humping his leg on the bed, he has you lay on your back and pull your legs up to present.

And then he kneels on the mattress, rubs your puffy slit and thumbs at your swollen clit until you're leaking slick down your ass crack.

"There we fuckin' go, bunny," he murmurs before spitting on your pussy to make a bigger mess; slick and saliva foaming on your skin.

Then he slowly plunges two long, thick fingers into your sopping hole, sometimes three if your pussy is greedy; feeling your inner muscles tighten around him.

And then he fingerfucks you properly until you're squeezing and squelching around his thrusting digits while your pretty whines and helpless moans make his own cock swell in his pants.

There's a rapidly forming damp patch on the front of his sweats; the smell of precum mixing with your musk. Because his cock didn't get the memo tonight, always aching for your pussy.

And when your back bows and you cry out his name, his free hand tightens on your knee to keep your legs apart, all while his tawny eyes stare at your greedy cunt as you come around his fingers, soaking his hand.

He groans shamelessly, easing his finger out before smacking your puffy, twitching cunt until you whine and shake.

"Si, s'too much," you mewl, pushing at his hand yet grinding your hips for more.

He chuckles, not cruel but arrogant, and leans down to place the sweetest kiss right on your clit.

[grenadehearts]

boyfriend toji fushiguro shows you how a real man takes care of his woman.

cw: toji loves your bush!! soft sweet toji but he’s also a freak.. mdni, oral f!receiving, praise, mentions of shitty exes. wc: 1.1k, art creds ruu_sugu on x

toji fushiguro is a filthy man, but he is a man in all the ways a man can be one, his fingers are calloused, dirt tucked beneath his nails after hours of labor, sweat clinging to his porcelain skin, a nasty scar cutting across his lip that catches the light whenever it tilts into a cruel smirk. he’s cocky, full of attitude, cruel and rough around the edges, but always soft where it matters, and always soft with you.

he’s a man in every sense, he takes you however you desire yourself to be, dolled up or all natural, he doesn’t give a damn, he loves you regardless, and that follows straight into the bedroom.

he doesn’t care if you haven’t showered that day, doesn’t care if you just got back from a run, he’ll peel your leggings off with rough fingers and drag you over his face without a second thought, letting you settle there, your cunt warm and soaked with want, coating him in it. the desire is evident when he pulls back for a breath, his face glistening with your juices.

he doesn’t even care if you’re on your period, he’ll eat you just the same, filthy and unbothered, spit mixing in as his tongue laps at your pussy, pushing into you like he’s starved. the first time he did it, went down on you like that, it shocked you, none of your past boyfriends ever would, they’d always made a face, called it gross, something to avoid, and toji had only scoffed at that, muttering that they were a bunch of fuckin boys, that a real man takes care of his woman no matter what.

toji is a man, but more than that, he’s your man, and despite the sharpness in his attitude, the bite in the way he speaks, he’s a hopeless romantic underneath it all, and when toji fushiguro falls in love, it’s all-consuming, unwavering devotion.

so when he walks through the door of your shared home, limbs heavy and tired, muscles aching, worn down and scuffed up, faint streaks of dirt along his skin and dried blood still clinging to his jaw and split lip, he barely pauses to shut the door behind him. he’s already moving, already looking for you, needing to bury himself in your warmth, to inhale your sweet scent and fall asleep with you tangled around him, limbs locked together tightly.

the bathroom door is cracked open, steam curling out, the steady sound of water hitting tile filling the space, his bruised knuckles tap against the wood, and your voice, soft as honey, drifts through it, warm and familiar, making his cock tighten in his pants from your words alone, “toji? come in, baby.”

“yeah, yeah… i’m comin, doll.” his voice is low, rough, dragging, the kind that settles deep in your chest and pulls heat low in your stomach every time.

his fingers hook around the shower curtain, pushing it aside, already expecting to strip down and pull you close under the hot water.

instead, he stops.

his eyes land on the razor in your hand, the way you’re about to drag it through your bush, and his expression twists, his hand shooting out to grab your wrist, stopping you mid-motion.

“the hell are you doin’?”

you blink at him, brows lifting slightly, “shaving..?”

his jaw tightens, something irritated flashing across his face as he yanks the razor from your hand. “yeah? well quit that shit.”

you huff a little, rolling your eyes, “why, it makes it easier for you, trust me, i know i let it go too long, it’s just annoying to deal with, don’t start, my dumbass ex used to bitch about it enough.”

that does it.

toji lets out a low, annoyed sound, snapping the razor clean in half before tossing it somewhere behind him, already stepping in, already stripping, clothes gone in seconds. his body is all hard lines and muscle, scars and strength, something you’ve traced a hundred times with your hands, and mouth.

his hands find you again, gripping your waist, pulling you into him, his face dropping into the crook of your shoulder, making himself just a little smaller to fit against you.

“you’re a real idiot, y’know that?” his voice is quieter now, still rough, but softer where it presses into your skin, his breath warm even under the spray of water.

his mouth moves after that, dragging down your body, slow and unhurried, savoring it, the feel of you, the way your eyes are laced with something dark as you watch him, it drives him crazy. his hands spread across your waist, holding you steady as he lowers himself, resting his forehead briefly against your stomach. water runs down his back in uneven trails, dark hair clinging, almost blue under the fluorescent light.

“those guys you dated before me,” he mutters, voice dipping lower, rougher, “they ain’t men. just a bunch of pathetic fucks who don’t know what to do with a woman.”

his grip tightens slightly, grounding you to his touch, bordering on something possessive.

“good thing you got me now.”

the words settle heavy as he drops further, pressing kisses along your soapy inner thighs, slow at first before his teeth catch lightly, a sharp nibble etched into your skin, making you jolt.

“should track ‘em down for even thinkin’ they had a right to you,” he adds under his breath, not quite joking, not quite serious either, before his focus shifts completely.

he moves in between your thighs, nudging closer, the bridge of his nose brushing against your folds, his breath warm against you.

“but right now…” his voice comes out rough, worn at the edges from whatever mission he just came back from, “i’ll show you how its supposed to be done.”

“t-toji…” your voice breaks into a small whine when his mouth finally closes around your clit, gentle at first, sucking just enough to pull a reaction from you.

he huffs out a quiet chuckle against you, low and pleased, his tongue sliding out to trace slow circles, dragging upward from your hole before dipping back down, a finger pressing inside you briefly, just to feel the heat of your cunt, spreading you open and teasing.

his actions aren’t rushed, his mouth working at your core, slow and unhurried, finding new ways to please you with his tongue, on his knees, face and mouth buried in your needy pussy, exactly where he wants to be.

it’s obscene, the way he buries himself between your thighs, hands keeping you open, mouth moving against you with intent, water running down his broad back while your nails press faintly into his skin, leaving crescent marks, soft mewls spilling from your lips, quiet at first, then less controlled as his tongue works you open.

“fuck… that’s it,” he murmurs against you, voice muffled but clear enough, “just like that… don’t need to change a damn thing.”

his mouth moves again, kisses scattered between slow licks, tongue pressing in, then dragging up through you and through the hair you were about to get rid of, like he’s proving a point, nearly making out with your bush.

your fingers tangle in his hair, gripping tight as your body reacts, your thighs shifting, your breath turning uneven as he keeps going, steady, focused, pulling everything out of you piece by piece.

by the time he finally looks up, you’re already wrecked, chest rising and falling, the bathroom thick with steam, his gaze heavy, pupils blown wide as he locks onto your desperate state, a crooked grin pulling at his mouth.

“only dumbasses worry about shit like hair,” he mutters, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, eyes still on you, “so quit thinkin’ about it… i ain’t one of ‘em.”

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[chichireadss]

!Firelord zuko steaming up whenever he’s close

You sink down on Zuko's cock slowly, feeling every thick inch stretch you open, and his hands immediately fly to your hips—gripping hard enough to bruise. "Fuckk..," he groans, his head falling back against the pillow as you take him to the hilt. "Just like that baby. Take all of it."

You brace your hands on his chest, feeling the hard muscle beneath your palms, the rapid thud of his heart. His skin is warm—always warm—but you can feel it getting hotter as you start to move. You roll your hips forward, grinding down on him, and he bucks up to meet you with a sharp thrust that makes you gasp.

"You feel so fucking good..," he pants, his golden eyes locked on yours, burning with intensity. "So tight around my cock., yeah?"

You pick up the pace, riding him harder, faster, chasing that perfect friction. His hands slide from your hips to your ass, grabbing and squeezing as he helps guide your movements. The wet sounds of your bodies meeting fill the room—obscene and perfect.

That's when you notice the first wisps of steam curling up from his shoulders.

"Zuko—" you start, but he cuts you off with another hard thrust upward.

"I know," he grits out, his jaw clenched tight. "Can't help it. You're making me—fuckk—"

The steam thickens, rising from his chest now, from his arms. It's not uncomfortable—just warm and humid against your skin, making everything even more slippery. You can feel the heat radiating off him in waves, his firebending responding to how close he's getting.

"So fucking wet already," he mutters, his breath warm against you as he looks up with those burning gold eyes. His hands pull you down so he can reach your neck, his mouth hot and hungry against your throat. "Can feel you dripping all over my cock. You love riding me like this, don't you?"

"Yes—fuck! yes—" you gasp, your rhythm faltering as pleasure coils tight in your belly.

He groans against your skin, teeth grazing your pulse point, and the steam intensifies. You're both slick with sweat and condensation now, the air thick and heavy around you. His hips snap up harder, meeting your downward movements with bruising force.

"Need to taste you," he suddenly says, his voice rough and desperate. "Get up. Let me eat that fucking pussy."

Before you can respond, he's lifting you off him—ignoring your whimper at the loss—and flipping you onto your back. He spreads your thighs wide and settles between them, his eyes dark with hunger as he looks at your soaked pussy.

"Zuko, you don't have to—"

"I want to," he cuts you off, his golden eyes flicking up to meet yours. "Need my mouth on you right fucking now."

Then he's diving in, and you can't think anymore.

He licks you in long, firm strokes, his tongue flat and broad as it drags through your folds. The heat of his mouth is incredible—warmer than it should be—and it makes every nerve ending light up. He's messy with it, coating you with his spit until you're dripping, until you can hear every wet sound of his tongue working against you.

"Fuck, Zuko—" you gasp, your hands flying to his hair, tangling in the dark strands and pulling.

He groans into you, the vibration making your hips jerk, and then his mouth closes around your clit. He sucks hard, hungry, and you cry out at the intensity. His hands grip your thighs, holding you open, and you can feel the heat of his palms—almost scorching.

Steam rises from his shoulders, from his back. He's panting between licks, his breath hot and damp against your sensitive flesh. You glance down and see his cock is still rock-hard, flushed and leaking against the sheets.

"You're steaming again," you manage to say, your voice shaky.

He pulls back just enough to speak, his lips glistening with your wetness. "Can't help it. You taste too fucking good." Then he's back at it, his tongue pushing inside you, fucking you with it while his nose presses against your clit.

The dual sensation is overwhelming. You arch off the bed, your thighs trembling on either side of his head. He groans into you—muffled and desperate—and you feel it deep in your core. The steam is everywhere now, thick clouds rising around both of you, making the air humid and heavy.

"Close—I'm so close—" you gasp.

He works you faster, harder, then slides two fingers inside you alongside his tongue, curling them just right. That's all it takes. You come with a sharp cry, your body convulsing as pleasure crashes through you in waves. Your pussy clenches around his fingers, and he groans like he can feel it in his own cock.

He doesn't stop. He licks you through it, drawing out every aftershock until you're pushing at his head, too sensitive to take anymore.

When he finally pulls away, his face is flushed, his lips swollen and wet. The steam rising from him is thicker than ever, and his eyes are wild—pupils blown wide with lust.

"Need to be inside you again," he says, his voice rough. "Need to feel you when I cum."

You nod, still catching your breath, and he's on you immediately. He slides back inside with one smooth thrust, and you're so sensitive it almost hurts—but the stretch is perfect. You wrap your legs around his waist, pulling him deeper.

He sets a brutal pace, his hips snapping against yours. You can feel the heat of him everywhere—inside you, against you, surrounding you. The steam makes everything slippery, makes the slide of skin on skin even more intense.

"Fuck, fuck!” he chants, his forehead pressed against yours. "I'm gonna-hah..!—I'm so fucking close—"

You can feel it too. His cock is throbbing inside you, his whole body tensing. The steam is pouring off him now, so thick you can barely see, and his skin is almost too hot to touch.

"Cum for me,” you whisper against his lips. "W’nna to feel it. Fill me up."

That's all it takes. He buries himself deep with a guttural groan, and you feel the first pulse of his release—hot and thick inside you. It's warmer than it should be, almost feverish, and it makes you gasp. He keeps coming, his hips jerking with each spurt, and the steam reaches its peak, billowing around you both in a heated cloud.

"F-fuck y-yes—take it all—" he breathes, his whole body shuddering.

You hold him through it, feeling every twitch and pulse as he empties himself inside you. The warmth of his cum spreads through you, mixing with your own wetness, and it's almost unbearably intimate. He keeps grinding into you, making sure every drop stays deep.

Finally, he collapses on top of you, his weight pressing you into the mattress. The steam begins to dissipate slowly, and his breathing gradually evens out. You run your fingers through his damp hair, feeling the heat still radiating from his scalp.

"You okay?" you ask softly.

He lifts his head, and those golden eyes are softer now, sated and warm. "More than okay," he murmurs, pressing a gentle kiss to your lips. "You're incredible."

You smile, feeling the pleasant ache between your thighs, the warmth of him still inside you. "So are you, Firelord."

He groans at the title, but there's a smile tugging at his lips. "Don't start. You know what that does to me."

You laugh, and he joins in, the sound low and content. The steam has mostly cleared now, leaving just the two of you tangled together, warm and satisfied in the aftermath.

[kkunai]

𝜗℘ ˖ ࣪ . ˖˙ olderbf!gojo catches you māsturbating and decides to help you out :: cws. smut, pwp. legal age gap. māsturbation. turns into cunnilingus. squirting. reader gets called ‘baby, angel’

you miss satoru so much. he had left you behind in his apartment after getting a call from a colleague, who needed assistance defeating a curse nearby. it’s been a few hours since, and you’re getting bored.

bored and horny.

you’re still riled up from the heated make out session you had with him before he departed. the one that got interrupted by that damned phone call. you need him back with you—for his slender fingers to touch you and his mouth to kiss you all over.

all you have of him is his shirt. you’re wearing it whilst laying back in his bed, the fabric seemingly oversized on your body. his scent is making you lightheaded. dizzy, to the point your hand moves down on its own.

“mhhg,” you cover your mouth with your free hand, not wanting to risk anything, even if you’re the only one here. you waste no time dipping your fingers underneath your panties, circling your clit with your thumb while your index and middle finger rub at your wet slit.

all you can do is imagine that it’s satoru pleasuring you. he always does it so well—never once leaving you unsatisfied. you can’t recall the amount of times he’s made you squirt from just rubbing your cunt. you’re so touch deprived and he knows how to take advantage of that.

remembering that one moment where your boyfriend had you seated on his lap on the couch makes you increase the pace of your fingers. how he was so focused on listening to the news whilst gently rubbing your tingly cunt over the material of your panties, like it’s the most normal thing in the world.

you recall how your panties were quite literally soaking after three whole orgasms. not once did his fingers directly touch your bare pussy, and yet he managed to elicit such strong reactions from you.

a frustrated whine in the shape of his name leaves your mouth. you want satoru back, so so badly. you want him to whisper sweet nothings inside of your ears as he makes love to you. that smooth and soothing voice of his makes you weak.

“fuck, angel,” satoru’s voice interrupts your little session.

your eyes widen and you immediately pull your fingers out of your aching hole. you stammer and stutter, stumbling over your words as you look at the white-haired man standing at the doorframe of his room.

how do you even explain yourself?

your gaze flickers downwards, granting you the delicious sight of his bulge. his hand is right on top of it, indicating that he’s been touching himself before he decided to make his presence known.

satoru is panting, the sweat already starting to form on his forehead. he walks up to the bed and pries your hands away from your cunt. his cock stirs in his boxer briefs at the sight of you in his shirt.

you’re so adorable to him. so needy.

without a word and like a starved man, satoru spreads your legs and yanks your panties down. your cunt is warm and soppy, the slick trail staining your underwear telling him enough. he doesn’t hesitate before diving his head between your plush thighs.

you feel a rush of warmth go through your body the instant his tongue comes into contact with your pussy. satoru’s nose repeatedly bumps against your clit as he tries to press his entire mouth onto your folds. his tongue lolls out, the tip navigating up and down your slit before pushing through, finding that little hole he can’t wait to devour.

“thank you for preparing my meal f’me while i was away,” satoru hums against your cunt before pulling back to allow his fingers to explore you.

he glances up at you with a proud smirk before placing his mouth back where it belongs. he can’t let all the prep you did go to waste after all, “she’s fuckin’ delicious, baby.”

your hands pull at his hair in response, gaining a needy whine from your lover. he nearly chokes on both his spit and your juices. his hands hold onto the back of your knees and he uses that firm grip to push your legs further apart.

you’re seeing stars. you didn’t even have time to register satoru’s sudden appearance. hell, you couldn’t even greet him or welcome him back home. that man wasted zero time in getting between your legs, eating you out like there’s no tomorrow.

you stumble over your own words. no matter how hard you try, not a sentence is able to form. all that leaves your mouth are moans of pure pleasure. your thighs shake and your hips buck against your lover’s mouth. you’re more than desperate for a release.

“c’mon, say my name again,” satoru sighs as he circles his tongue around your wet hole. he prods at it, tongue fucking you to acquire as much of your fluids as possible. your sweet wetness is making him throb in his pants, “mhmmm— my naughty little girl couldn’t wait.”

the older man feels great satisfaction at the thought of you being unable to withstand your pleasures. the sinful sight of you trying to fuck yourself with your fingers on his bed, with his shirt on, is engraved in his mind forever. the second you moan out his name again, he goes all out.

satoru’s tongue doesn’t stop. even when you squeal and beg him to slow down because you feel like you’re going to cum early. that’s exactly what he wants; having you squirt all over his mouth and face. he needs to be covered with your slick.

you tug at his hair again - thinking that’d make satoru pull away - though the effect is the exact opposite.

“nhh, do ‘t again,” he whines and moans against your folds, lapping up all that your pussy gives. the loud slurping noises reverberate throughout the room.

satoru’s eyes are closed, his furrowed brows adding to the concentrated yet content look on his blushing face. his lips, which are usually glossy, glisten even more with the liquid your cunt secretes. his eyes open every now and then to take a peek at you—to see if you’re still enjoying what he does.

“bet your small fingers weren’t enough, hm? y’ need mine?” satoru coos once he finally pulls his head back to breathe.

he licks his lips as he stares at you with glazed and half-lidded eyes, totally pussydrunk. you don’t even have to respond to his questions. the answers are obvious by the way you’re trembling and desperately babbling incoherent pleas.

your boyfriend nods in understanding. he pouts at you while his long fingers rub up and down your spread pussy lips. the pad of his thumb manoeuvres from your gaping hole to the little bundle of nerves at the top.

satoru sticks two digits in your cunt without warning. your high pitched whimper makes him coo at you, “yeahh, i know, baby. let it out.”

he pumps his long fingers in and out of you, a rhythm so addicting that it’s impossible not to give in. your back arches off the mattress. you’re trying your best not to stain satoru’s shirt with your juices, though you have a feeling he’d secretly like that anyway.

“am so close, ‘toruuu—fnngh,” you gasp and instantly feel satoru’s tongue replace his fingers.

he wants to taste and feel your tight cunt spasm all around his tongue and mouth while you reach that point of no return. he’s going to try his best not to cum untouched in his pants this time.

satoru holds your hips with his big hands, keeping you down so he could properly eat you out and make you release all that tension. your pussy tingles and throbs, and you truly feel like you’re going to ascend.

it feels way too good. inhumanly good.

“cum on my tongu—“ satoru can’t even finish his sentence. a loud moan slips from between your lips, followed by a grunt from your boyfriend. his eyes roll back as your cunt releases more of its lewd fluids—spraying the liquid all over his mouth and chin.

you’re too busy trying to catch your breath to notice the mess you’ve created on satoru’s face and his sheets; a complete and total mess. the older man doesn’t mind neither. in fact, he enjoys it.

“shitttt, that was fuckin’ hot,” satoru flashes you a wide grin.

he’s still somewhat drunk on you, which is visible by the way he’s licking up your mess from both his chin and your body. he cleans your cunt with his tongue—even if it’s overstimulating you.

he’s a greedy man when it comes to you. he wants more, more and more. whatever you’re offering, he will get.

satoru’s hands rub your sides to comfort you. he places soft kisses over your clit and pussy, as if he’s thanking you for the meal he just had the pleasure of devouring. he looks up at you with a cheeky smirk before laying his head against your inner thigh, his tongue peeking out between his glossy lips;

“think you can give me one more?”

[tojisteddy]

smut | 18+ mdni.

pornstar!Ghost who takes videos on a shitty and grimy camera in his basement, in a mask of course, freshly bleached hair still wet from taking a shower, groaning and whining and he fucks his hand like a mutt in heat. He’s thumb rubs over his frenum ladder with every stroke, making his breath hitch, spurts of cum shooting out once he’s edged himself enough. Tightened his fist so he can feel like he’s in someone’s hole.

Pornstar!Ghost who reads the few comments he got on his first video, living the attention but also the praise, murmuring their usernames while he jerks off, different position this time. “Sheila, f-fuck.” “Mayday44- god, you’re good at this aren’t you?” To the side, camera showing his waist jeans that are zipped down, enough that you could imagine him fucking you from the back. And it’s hypnotic, the way he grinds and humps into the air as he rolls his hand to his mushroom tip of his cock and and down to his balls, hand soaked by the time he’s hips stutter—

A video that gets him 2000 followers off rip— 10k by the next day. including you.

Some person working at the grocery store that you hate. Barely  making enough money but you stubble upon the video, fascinated at how good Ghost makes himself feel. Makes your thighs squeeze tighter, heat spreading behind your cheeks. Third video Ghost is there beefy tattooed arms crossed and flexing unconsciously, manspreading while he answers a few questions. He won’t say his job but it requires a bit of strength, doesn’t really have a type, likes having two cups of tea. One during breakfast, the other after a long day. favorite porn?

Where the person really looks like they’re having a good time. Mewling with their head thrown back, creaming around the dick or dildo while their body shakes and glistens with sweat. Crying a “wait, wait, wait-“

“The wetter the better, yeah?” He adjusts in his seat, you can see his cock starting to chub out, lets out an airy breath, “Fuckin nasty shit. fuckin spraying the fuckin bed, lettin me spit on their shit. Rub it harder till their throbbin and limp. Got my own asshole wet with their cum ‘nd shit— bloody hell, babes, that would be good wouldn’t it?”

And your lost in his deep but rough voice, rubbing your own cunt to just him talking. Like some sick horny freak, wanting to be squeezed by his bicep, let him brush your curls out the way as he ruts into you.

And you can only pull your hand out your pants, post nut clarity hitting you, your fingers soaked in your slimy slick, the blurry image on your computer screen of Ghost’s cock, thick and pulsing in his hand, wagging it as it gets hard, sucking in a breath, you can hear the amusement on his lips, “Ready for more loves?”

a/n: or something. If this was already written, please let me know. I feel like someone already wrote this.