. ݁⋆ 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.”
. ݁⋆ ۶ৎ ݁˖ . ݁ 18+ | satoru using his infinity to pin you to the bed while he breeds you
“hah fuck… stop tryin’ to run, sweetheart,” his voice is a rasp, eyes blown wide, grin feral and crazed. his blindfold hangs around his neck, hair mussed.
you don’t know what got into your husband, but it was barely a few seconds before he had teleported the two of you to bed once he got home. a mess of clothes being torn off and your legs being spread apart, his lips on yours, messy and hot. depraved.
and now, he’s inching his aching cock into you from behind, stretching you out so deliciously with each second that goes by, shovelling his tip through your insides and kissing your deepest spots so sloppily.
you gush around him, whining his name, fingers grabbing at the sheets desperately as your walls spasm around him. he delivers, deep, harsh thrusts. so full of determination. charged with something completely different to all the other times he’s fucked you. his groans are rough, breathy and ragged, chest heaving with effort as he drives into you.
“‘t-toru… oh god,” you moan, muffling your cries into the bed as he doesn’t relent, hips snapping into your ass. “slow down-- mmph fuck…”
your body subconsciously tries to crawl up the ridiculously expensive and large bed, trying to get away from the overwhelming pleasure. a mix of pain and bliss from his merciless thrusts that make your eyes roll back.
then, suddenly you feel yourself getting pushed into the mattress by a force. not your husband’s sweaty body. his hands are grasping at your waist but they aren’t holding you down. no, it’s something else entirely.
his body follows yours, chest flush against your back and he’s moaning in your ear. his thrusts are simultaneously sloppy and calculated. bludgeoning each and every sensitive spot but he moves his hips like an animal in heat, rutting into you.
“s-satoru… what--” you cut yourself off with a soft gasp, when you turn your head to look behind you, energy buzzing around him, his eyes glowing.
“i said stop running, wifey,” he pants against your neck. “just take it, take it, fucking take it.”
he flips you over onto your back, immediately pushing your legs up into your chest, folding you as he pleases, treating you like you weigh nothing. you’re still pinned to the bed with the help of his cursed energy, unable to do anything but squirm and cry out his name until he reduces you to a mess of slick and tears.
you claw at his back, eliciting a soft grunt from him, as he drives deeper and deeper. the sharpness of his pelvis rubs against your twitching nub just right each time his hips meet yours, and you coat his cock in fresh slick, drooling all over him and the sheets.
“so fucking wet f’me. bet this sweet little pussy wants to be bred, huh?” he mutters, trailing hot kisses down your neck and to your chest, teeth grazing your skin. “wanna give me an heir, wife?”
you choke out a moan, back arching, when the curve of his cock caresses that spongey spot. and again, again, again. you half believe that he’s using six eyes to keep drilling into it, but you’re barely coherent at this point.
you nod dumbly in response to his question. “wanna-- fuck, ‘toru… wanna give you an heir. w-want you to fill me up,” you babble through whines and pitched mewls.
and his grin somehow widens. the way he pushes his hips into yours becomes more desperate, eager. your words egging him on. “yeaaahhh, that’s it. my sweet girl. gonna take it alll for me, aren’t you?”
“please, ‘toru, want it so so bad.” you clench around him at the thought and he groans, cock pulsing within the confines of your plush walls.
“you want it so bad, huh? awh, don’t worry, ‘toru’s got you. just lay pretty for me, ‘kay?”
a/n: i literally wrote this so fast thanks to this idea 🫶🏽 (not proofread hazel is sleepy goodnight)
. ݁⋆ ۶ৎ ݁˖ . ݁ 18+ | roommate!satoru jerking off to the sound of you and your boyfriend fucking. pt.2
your roommate, satoru, knows it’s wrong, depraved even, when he listens in on you and your boyfriend. with his hand wrapped around his dick leaking profusely, head tilted back to lean against his headboard as he closes his eyes, imagining that it was him fucking you instead.
he tries to justify it because it’s not his fault your bedrooms are practically wall to wall. it’s not his fault you’re so loud it feels as if you’re in his room, his bed. and it’s definitely not his fault when he frees his aching cock from his boxers, just begging to be touched.
“‘s so good...! don’t fucking stop...” he hears you moan from the other side of the wall that his bed is pushed against, his cock throbbing in his fist, precum spilling over his knuckles.
he imagines having you bounce on his lap, smothering his face in your tits, pounding his hips up to meet your own to make you cry out his name, and his fingers tightly grasping at your hips the same way he grips his own dick in this moment. the way he’d make you tremble on his cock.
he spits into his palm before wrapping it back around his dick, grunting softly as he imagines it’s your wet pussy gliding up and down, up and down. a soft pap, pap, pap accompanying his movements.
“f-fuck... just like that,” he lets out a strained whisper, trying not to be too loud as he clenches his jaw. his free hand twists in his sheets, becoming wrecked from the mere thought of you.
he becomes so consumed in his fantasy that all he can hear is you, not your boyfriend. all he can think about is you, you, you. he wonders if you even know that he can hear every moan and word you utter. your demanding mewls of “more!” and your delirious giggles of “mmm... feel s’full.”
satoru lets out a shuddering breath, imagining your fucked-out expression as you slur your words, praising how good he makes you feel and how full you feel with him inside you. his breathing becomes laboured, hips thrusting desperately into his own fist as he moves his hand faster over his length, the continuous beads of precum helping the glide of his hand, which almost becomes a blur.
“g-gonna fuckin’ kill me, and i haven’t even gotten a taste yet,” he groans to himself.
he doesn’t even notice the trickle of drool from the corner of his mouth as he continues to imagine your sopping pussy engulfing his cock, making a lewd mess with him. oh, what a mess he’d make out of you if he had the chance. and he’d have you completely ruined. as ruined as you make him.
the bed begins to creak on the other side of the wall, a slightly rapid pace which signals the end of the round. there’s a mingle of moans and your boyfriend’s grunts that satoru manages to subconsciously drone out. your moans become more frequent, needier, whinier. he conjures up a vision of your face scrunched up in lost pleasure, the way your mouth hangs open as you creep towards your release, eyes rolled back and all you can see are stars.
“shit, shit, shit... ‘m gonna cum. hah... cum with me, pretty girl. i need it, fuck, need it so fucking bad,” satoru whines, getting more and more caught up in his fantasy.
he squeezes his palm around his cock the same way he imagines your plush walls to pulse around him once you get close to your high. it’s a frantic pace, getting tighter with each stroke, his length twitching constantly in his grip.
“m-make me cum... hnngh... so close... please,” you cry out, your voice shaky and cracking beautifully in between words. “ah! right there, r-right thereee...!”
he can hear the exact moment your orgasm crashes down on you; a muffled moan that sounds as if you’re biting down on something, and incoherent words that don’t make sense to anyone not even to yourself.
and at the exact same moment, ropes of ivory squirt out from his dick, smearing all over his hand and stomach, which contracts with each throb.
his body shivers with the aftershocks of his orgasm, managing to always cum harder when he’s thinking about you. he can’t even begin to imagine how much better it’d feel if he were the one actually fucking you. the simple thought of that could make him hard all over again.
“good girl... good fucking girl, cumming for me,” he pants to himself, eyes still closed as he slowly moves his hand over his dick to milk every drop out, imagining filling you up with his cum until it begins to drip out of you.
even if some might call satoru delusional, little did he know that for you to be able to cum, you had to muster up thoughts of him even while getting fucked by your boyfriend.
SYNOPSIS: the line between friends with benefits and something more is a little fuzzy for you and satoru. it’s supposed to be a casual arrangement between you two, but when he notices someone else getting way too close and way too friendly with you at a party, he gets more jealous than he should. and his solution? stuffing you full of his cum and fucking you dumb.
cw (minors please dni): dom!satoru, jealous and possessive satoru, he’s so teasing and mean, no established relationship, teensy bit of plot, hair pulling, orgasm denial, dacryphilia, lil bit of degradation, creampies, multiple rounds, reader can’t cum without clitoral stimulation and he takes advantage of that </3 (photos found on pinterest and art by @/camy.min. dividers by @/cursed-carmine)
word count: 2.5k
fem!reader x gojo satoru, college!au, nsfw
being friends with benefits with satoru is a little blurry. you both agreed to keep it casual, just two friends letting off steam wrapped up in each other’s sheets. he’d still annoy you relentlessly during the day, you’d still have regular study sessions together, hang out together and with your shared friendship group.
nothing much changed except for the part where you started fucking.
although sometimes you read a bit too much into the way he takes care of you after the sex and insists on you staying the night. how he makes you coffee in the morning in the exact way you like it. how his touch and eyes linger on you for just a second longer, something softer behind those playful touches and looks.
and now, with the way he snaps his slender hips into your ass while he pushes your face down into the sheets, you can’t help but question it more.
or, you would question it if you could think straight.
“think you're so cute, huh?” satoru mutters, fingers tangled in your hair as you babble incoherently. something along the lines of his name or apologies. he doesn't care.
his pretty jaw is clenched and eyes sharp with something dark and ugly. jealousy. after seeing you get close with another guy at a party, his filthy hand hovering over your waist instead of satoru's hand.
and the way satoru holds onto you now is like he's etching his touch into your skin. one hand grasping your waist like his lifeline and it’s the only thing stopping you from being pushed up the bed with the force of his mean thrusts
“you just wanted to make me jealous? i don't care if we aren't officially together, you're mine,” he leans down to growl in your ear, before nipping at your shoulder harshly, bruising your skin with a purplish red mark.
he continues marking up your skin, primarily your neck so that others (and especially the jerk from the party) could see them.
“s-satoruu-- ah, fuck…! didn't mean to…--” you trail off, eyes rolling back and your mouth falling open with sinful moans as his mushroom tip bludgeons your spongy spot so precisely. thrusting into you again and again, unrelenting and merciless.
sex with satoru was sometimes silly, giggling into kisses and cracking jokes while he’s buried inside you. sometimes it was needy, hands all over each other like you can’t get enough and stealing kisses until both of you had lungs screaming for air.
but now, it was rough. his thrusts charged with jealousy and spite. possessiveness.
it was a different type of rough compared to the times that you asked him to handle you a bit harsher. those times were like he was playing a part, filling a role for you. but now, he owned it. every rasp of his voice and movement of his hips comes to him so naturally in this moment.
“what, didn’t mean to flirt?” he scoffs, suddenly slowing down his hips, only to drag his length along your sweet spots so torturously exact.
your thighs tremble and fresh slick gushes out of you as you whine his name into the mattress, body attempting to crawl forward like you’re trying to run away from him.
he chuckles, low and deep, tugging at your hair and grasping your waist tighter to drag you back towards him so effortlessly.
“i’m not done with you yet, princess. stop trying to run,” he murmurs in your ear, voice rumbling in his chest as he lowers himself. goosebumps erupt on your skin and something leaps in your stomach. a mix of arousal and the realisation that you’ll be on the receiving end of his cruel ministrations for a while. “you didn’t answer my question. c’mon, fucked dumb already?”
“wasn’t-- ah…! wasn’t flirting,” you insist, mewling as your fingers dig into the sheets and he drives into you so sharply, eliciting sounds from both your mouth and cunt that you didn’t think you could make.
with trembling fingers, you reach for your neglected clit, trying to stimulate it and topple you over that edge. but he’s faster, swatting your hand away and grabbing both of your wrists to pin them into the small of your back with one of his larger hands.
“you don’t get to cum,” he growls. you almost can’t recognise him as your friend. as the guy who doodles on your borrowed notes before giving them back to you. as the guy who always pays for your boba and steals a sip.
you want to cry. he knows that you can’t cum without touching your clit, whether that’s your own fingers or his. no matter how much he drills into your sweet spots and how much of your sugary sap flows down your thighs, that sweet, sweet release will hang just out of your reach like bait.
and he grins when he notices the hot tears rolling down your cheeks.
his sweaty, toned chest is pressed against your arched back, lips brushing against your earlobe before he moves further down, tongue flicking out to taste your tears.
“you need to cum so bad, baby?” he croons, voice suddenly full of syrupy affection. a pretence. faux sympathy. and you can hear the crooked smirk in his tone without having to look at him.
you bite down on your lip hard enough for it to hurt, your wrists squirming in his hold, eyes screwed shut as he continues to snap his hips into you, leaving you to tiptoe on that edge with nowhere to go.
“please, ‘toru,” you beg, words trembly and airy. “can feel it, it’s so close. please.”
“uh-huh,” he absentmindedly hums, blatantly ignoring you. “i’m suuuper close. can’t wait to haah cum for you, it’s gonna feel so good.”
he’s panting softly, his breath hitting your cheek in hot puffs. you notice the way his hands tighten on your waist and wrists, the way his hips stutter in their forceful thrusts, and the way his veiny length throbs against your weeping walls just waiting to explode.
“o-ooh you’re squeezing me so fuckin’ tight,” he moans, laughing breathlessly as he feels himself on the verge of losing it. “what a shame you can’t cum and i can’t feel her milking me.”
as if on cue, he’s cumming deep inside you, painting your pussy white with a groan that bounces off the walls. he forces his eyes to stay open as he gives you shallow thrusts, watching the way his cum froths around his cock and leaks out of you as your walls tighten around him desperately.
“god, look at that,” he whispers to himself, another surge of possessiveness arising within him as he marks you with his cum, your folds messy and dripping.
his hips don’t stop, driving into you deep as you feel his dick become fully hard again, filthy squelches filling the heated room as he pushes his cum further inside you, his tip kissing your cervix so sloppily. you gasp out his name in stutters, wrists twisting helplessly in his hold again. it’s becoming unbearable.
your lower stomach feels like it’s on fire, being fanned by each drag of his cock in and out of your wetness. your breathing is heavy and choppy like you’ve ran a marathon, but you haven’t even gotten any release. every inch of you oversensitive from the constant stimulation with no orgasm. your brain turned to mush and all you can think about is how desperately you want to cum.
and when he releases your waist and caresses your sticky cunt to gather his cum on his fingers, brushing over your swollen nub which makes you tremble violently, you get a sliver of hope that he just might give in now.
but no, he doesn’t give you that relief, purposely avoiding it and instead, bringing his fingers to your wet lips.
a pitched whimper falls from your lips before you can catch it as he continues to roll his hips into yours at a slower pace, his v-line meeting your ass with soft plaps.
“open,” he demands bluntly, “can’t let it go to waste when it’s all for you, after all.”
you widen your mouth without hesitation to suck his fingers into your mouth, tongue rolling over them without a second thought, tasting his cum mixed with your arousal. sweet and salty. you and satoru. a perfect combination that has you moaning around his long fingers before he pushes them in deeper, muffling you.
“such a slut,” he snides, feeling you tighten around his cock from his words and the way he slides his fingers in and out of your mouth. he groans, thrusting his hips faster again. “bet you made me jealous just so you could get fucked like the slut you are.”
it doesn’t take long for him to topple into his second orgasm. your cute mewls and whines, the way your plush walls squeeze around him and greedily suck him in, leaking all over him like a broken faucet - it drives him insane.
a carnal groan bubbles up from the depths of his chest and his eyes roll back as he fills you up for a second time. he ruts into you from behind, stuffing you full of both his hot seed and twitching cock.
and for a moment, his hips still, giving you a second to breathe. he trails hot, open-mouthed kisses up your spine, languid and sloppy. his breaths are ragged against your skin, taking a few seconds to recollect himself. he’s still buried inside you to the hilt, hardening once more.
because you still haven’t cum and he still isn’t done.
before you know it, he pulls out and flips you over onto your back to put you into a mean mating press. pushing your thighs into your chest, your skin pudgy between his fingers as he pins you down.
he can see your tears clinging to your eyelashes, your pretty, dazed eyes glassed over, and your face flushed and wet with tears. he’s never seen you so desperate and wrecked. he almost finds it cute, the way your eyes are so pleading as you stare up at him.
it’s only a second before he’s pushing his cock back into you in one, smooth thrust, both of you moaning as your heated walls engulf him once more, stretching around him so deliciously.
“fuck, i’m never gonna get tired of this pussy. taking me so fuckin’ well and crying for me,” he says, voice rough with a deeply unsated hunger. and you can’t register whether he’s talking about the tears staining your face or the way your cunt weeps on his cock. most likely the latter.
he pounds into you relentlessly, his stamina seemingly endless as he doesn’t falter, brushing against every crevice and his tip curving up against your sweet spot. you didn’t think that he could get any deeper but in this position, he does.
he forces sounds out of you that you don’t recognise yourself. your hands find the back of his neck, grounding yourself as he drives you to the brink of bliss and keeps you there, fucking you into oblivion with the taste of an orgasm on the tip of your tongue.
your nails dig into his undercut and he groans at the sharp sensation, eyes fluttering shut halfway and his thrusts falter for a second before he hammers his hips into yours even harder.
you cry out his name, nails digging deeper and your head falling back. every single nerve and cell in your body screams for release. but you can barely even beg coherently at this point, like a broken record. “please, please-- hngh p-pleaseee…”
it’s the only thing you can manage to stutter out, other than his name, and he couldn’t be more satisfied about just how fucked out he has you.
and he knows that when he finally lets you cum, you’d be utterly destroyed under him, melting on his sheets and completely mindless.
it’s like a shock shoots through you when his thumb just barely runs over your clit in one swipe. the nub completely engorged and hot, twitching under his touch like it wants more.
finally, finally, he circles it with his thumb. light circles at first when you shudder uncontrollably, gone far past the point of oversensitivity. it hurts and feels good all at the same time, tears beginning to roll down your cheeks again.
“oh, so this is what you needed all along?” he pretends to play dumb, with a sharp curl of his lips before he speeds up the round and round motion of his thumb, pressing harder and you choke on a gasp, your entire body lurching forward. “coulda just said, silly.”
none of his teasing words are being heard, going into one ear and out the other because all you can think about is the euphoria his thumb blesses you with. though, you’re barely thinking about it, your body feeling it all and you think that you might just ascend to heaven.
and you’re taking him with you, the deep thrusts turning into needy grinds, determined to make both of you unravel. he doesn’t let up on rubbing his thumb into your clit, feeling you tighten around him like you’re trying to strangle his length, pulling him deeper and never letting go.
you don’t have the words or time to warn him of your impending orgasm before the coil in your abdomen finally snaps.
your back arches completely off the bed and all you can see are stars in the blackness of your skull when your eyes roll back. your body tenses and shivers, tightening before going limp, every gasp and moan lodged in your throat, your mouth falling open in a silent scream as you gush and squirt on his abs and thighs.
he grins, something dark and feral, never stopping the drilling of his hips nor the circles on your clit as your juices splash against his skin, drenching both of you and the mattress below.
“fuuuuck, you’re cumming so much,” he laughs, laced with awe and desire. he’s ruthless in his thrusts, dragging your orgasm out for as long as he can. “that’s it, give me all of it. such a messy little thing.”
“t-too much…! nngh, ‘toruu-- please, i can’t…” you pant, mewling and trying to close your quivering thighs but his hands keep you spread open for him.
“aw, too much for you? huh, baby?” he’s still grinning, snapping his hips into yours, blue eyes wide and gleaming with lust even after having cum inside you three times already. “thought you wanted to cum sooo bad? so, take. it,” he grits out, jaw clenched as he feels you clamp down on him, emphasising his words with his sharp thrusts.
it’s safe to say that you had trouble walking on unsteady legs the next day and no one dared to look your way with the bruises all over your neck. of course, bruises left by a beaming satoru who walks beside you, teasing you for walking so slowly.
you glare, he grins.
being friends with benefits with satoru is blurry, but you wouldn’t change a thing about it. and maybe, just maybe, you did make him jealous on purpose.
. ݁⋆ ۶ৎ ݁˖ . ݁ 18+ | satoru recording himself riding a dildo because he misses you and your strap </3
“nngh-- fuck, mommy… miss you so much,” satoru whimpers into the empty room, lowering his hips down onto the thick toy suctioned to the floor, his thighs trembling and knees slipping along the floorboards.
his cock hangs heavy between his thighs, untouched, leaking so profusely that it drips onto the floor below in a small puddle, the tip so red it almost looks like it hurts. and his back is arched so beautifully, head tipped back, white hair tickling between his shoulder blades as he calls your name so desperately, his voice bouncing off the walls.
he twitches with each rise and fall of his hips, switching between a slow pace and a needy pace. he can’t help but ride faster when he imagines it’s your strap fucking him into the mattress relentlessly, calling him your slut, pounding into him when he begs for more.
“f-fuck, yeah. yeah, ‘m your slut.”
he chokes out a moan, caught up in his own fantasy as his eyes flutter shut. he slows his hips, letting the toy drag along his insides so lewdly and his hips jerk violently when it kisses his prostate so intimately. beads of precum adding to the puddle below.
“o-ooh, g-god… right there, right there. please, right there,” he gasps, repeating the same movement to hit his sweetest spot over and over again. each time increases the pitch of his moans and pulls his eyes further back into his skull. “oh my fuckin’ god… wish you were here. wish-- hnngh… wish you could fuck me. i need you hah so bad, mommy.”
he leans forward, hot palms pressing against the wooden floorboards to ground himself as he eagerly bucks his hips against the dildo. shallow thrusts complemented with filthy shlick shlick shlicks. and despite his rhythm becoming slightly unsteady, his arch never wavers. a show just for you.
what a blessing it is to have the strongest wrapped around your finger and so needy for you while you’re miles away on a mission.
a string of drool hangs from the corner of his mouth, his maw hanging open and his eyes rolled back in such a pornographic display. it’s a combination of wanting to put on a show for you and the pure ecstasy buzzing through his system.
“i’m making such a mess,” he mutters, eyes half-lidded and glazed over with a need that only you can satiate. he glances down at the continuous dripping of precum from the blushing head of his cock, yet he never moves to touch it. “need to cum so bad.”
he braces himself with his hands pushed against the floor, rocking his hips faster. desperate, uninhibited, insatiable. he smacks his ass down on it, his rhythm stuttering and wanton moans getting caught in his throat as he manages to attack his prostate insistently.
he tightens around the toy, imagining the condescending lilt in your voice as you tease him for being so eager. and it only making him fuck himself harder, taking the dildo deep until his mouth falls open and his eyes screw shut.
“oh, f-fuck, fuck, ngh fuck… it’s so-- i’m so close,” he whimpers, in between stutters and broken moans so wispy they get lost in the heated atmosphere of the room. “please, please… just a little more… gonna be hah s-so good for you.”
with a few more unsteady rolls of his hips and pitched moans of your name, rambling like a prayer, spurts of cum suddenly shoot all over the floor and he shakes with hot pleasure coursing through him.
his head is tilted all the way back it’s a miracle it hasn’t snapped, his adam’s apple bobbing as he struggles to let strangled noises free, silence falling from his lips.
he continues to ride the dildo, dragging his orgasm out until he’s milked his cock for all its worth, twitching with each rope of cum it squirts out.
through laboured breaths, he gradually comes back to his senses, opening his eyes to make sure his phone camera captured every second of it. and a pleased smirk slinks onto his lips as he faces the camera. a smirk that tells you what exactly will happen once you come back home.
. ݁⋆ ۶ৎ ݁˖ . ݁ 18+ | satoru being the goof he is in bed
“it's the one and only gojo satoru dj-ing in the bedroom tonight. everybody make some noise.”
you deadpan at him. “suddenly i’m all dried up.”
“baby,” he pouts, “you were supposed to make some noise for me, not look at me like that. i'm literally dj-ing your clit right now.”
you groan and your head falls back against the pillow, out of exasperation not pleasure. “do not say ‘dj-ing my clit’.”
“flicking your bean?”
“satoru.”
“fine, fine. you're no fun,” he huffs, rubbing slow circles into your nub with his thumb rather than the so-called dj-ing that he was doing.
he’s between your legs, cheek pressed against your inner thigh, warm breath tickling your folds as he watches your drooling entrance clench around air each time he presses a little harder into your clit, your legs jerking slightly.
he feels his mouth water at the sight and kisses your thigh once before pressing his face into your cunt, inhaling deeply like a coke addict. his tongue flicks out and laps at your sugary wetness, dragging his tongue in a firm stripe upwards.
“god, fuck… so fuckin’ sweet,” he murmurs, groaning low against you.
you reach down, sliding your fingers into his hair, hips bucking into his face. he smiles, running his hands up and down your thighs as he lavishes attention on your pretty cunt.
“ride m’face… mmhmmm, like that. just feel the rhythm, baby, feel the vibe,” he says, a playful lilt in his voice, taking on his supposed dj persona again.
“you sound like a fucking stoned surfer,” you laugh breathily, a moan slipping out right after when he twirls the tip of his tongue around your clit before suddenly sucking on it.
he laughs, kissing the mound. “heh, well, i have a tip that you can ride.”
“just the tip?”
“fuck, no. ride it nice and deep, baby, like you always do. jus’ ride my face for now, want you to cum on my pretty face.”
and when you do, he moans deeply, lapping up every drop of your cum like his favourite treat. wrapping his arms around your thighs to keep you open as you shake against the sheets, your thighs threatening to close around his head.
“mmm, fuck, ‘s so good…” he slurs against your silky folds. and when he pulls back, he’s grinning, lower face glistening and his cheeks slightly flushed. “might be one of my best performances. should i switch my job from the strongest sorcerer to the sexiest dj?”
a/n: idk what this is it's a silly idea i had HAHAHA the reason why i didn’t do the taglist
. ݁⋆ ۶ৎ ݁˖ . ݁ 18+ | helping nerdjo study for an exam by sucking him off under his desk
you being the ever-so-supportive girlfriend that you are, you made yourself comfortable beneath his desk, placing a cushion under your knees that he had passed to you.
his baggy jeans are unbuckled and shuffled down to his thighs, just enough to free his girthy, leaking cock. blushing tip hitting the back of your throat and it constricts around him, making him whimper and stutter.
his face is flushed red, glasses askew on the bridge of his nose, and his pen held tightly in his grip it’s close to breaking.
he pants and stutters, attempting to get his words out as he explains a concept to you. but when he gets something wrong, you immediately move your mouth away, leaving it throbbing and aching with a deep need.
“c‘mon, pretty boy, you know that’s wrong,” you tease with a giggle.
“f-fuck, please... wait,” he begs breathlessly, voice cracking on the last word. begging for you to give him another chance to get it right, to be able to feel your warm mouth wrapped around him while your tongue glides over his length.
you sit on your knees expectantly, teasingly and slowly running your index finger up and down the vein on the underside of his cock as you wait. it twitches from the slight touch, a bead of precum dribbling down.
you’ve only let him cum once so far, being edged or denied pleasure when he says something incorrect or takes too long to answer. it wasn’t often that your nerdy boyfriend couldn’t automatically recite formulas and solve equations like it came to him so naturally.
but how is it his fault when he has an angel between his knees, teasing him with your tongue and lips endlessly he can barely think straight.
he begins again, and you guide his cock back into your warm mouth, slowly bobbing your head up and down, up and down, up--
“a-and... fuck... the schrodinger equation t-tells you how--... hah... a quantum’s s-system’s wavefunction changes over time-- nnghhh…!”
--and down.
it’s like a ding, ding, ding goes off in his head when he finally gets it right, your mouth moving faster along his length and your hand compensating for what you can’t reach, stroking the base of his heavy cock.
he gasps out a wanton moan, his fingers gripping the edge of his desk so tight that they turn white. he’s so fucking sensitive from being teased for so long, his dick feeling like it’s ready to explode and his eyes rolling back lewdly.
“shit, shit, shit... don’t fucking stop, please.”
it’s only a few more sloppy sucks of his cock, along with the sound of you gagging that drives him over the edge. his hips buck into your mouth uncontrollably, making you choke further on his cock but you don’t care. it only makes your ministrations hungrier and filthier.
his eyes are screwed shut, curses falling from his lips one after the other as his breath becomes laboured.
“fuuuuck... that’s it,” he moans loudly, his head tossed back as he releases rope after rope onto your eager tongue.
his chest rises and falls with heavy breaths beneath his dusty blue sweater vest, his skin becoming redder than before and a sheen of sweat making his skin glisten as he attempts to come down from his high.
your throat works to swallow his cum before you smirk up at him from under the desk, wiping off a drop of cum from your chin.
“now, next topic. let’s see if you get to cum again.”
and his cock twitches back to life at the sight of the tilt of your lips and your cheeky tone.
a/n: an old repost while i work on jealous fwb toru hehe
. ݁⋆ ۶ৎ ݁˖ . ݁ 18+ | nanami and his pretty lil’ housewife who sent him nudes throughout the day
to say he was worked up was to put it mildly. feral might be a better way to describe it.
because as soon as he got home, he followed the sweet aroma of vanilla to the kitchen where you were baking and found you almost naked, if not for the apron tied around you.
a tease. like you knew he’d want easy access to you.
that’s how you found yourself bent over the kitchen counter, nails trying to find a grip as your husband’s dick stuffs you to the brim, pulling out almost completely before slamming back in roughly. something you don’t usually experience, but when you do, you feel another level of bliss.
a dumb smile on your face like this is what you wanted all along.
if it wasn’t for his veiny hands grabbing your waist and pinning you against the cool marble, you were sure you would have collapsed on the floor by now.
“what did i tell you about sending me nudes at work, darling?” his voice is as sweet as velvety caramel, a stark contrast to his hips striking your ass with his thrusts. his searing breath caressing the shell of your ear.
a choked-up whine is all you manage in response, cheek pressed against the counter as you let him have his way with you. he didn’t even bother to undress when he came home, simply unzipping his work slacks and tugging his already-hard and leaking dick out.
his hips stop abruptly and he reaches down to cup your jaw, turning your head so that you’re facing him. your cheeks are flushed, lips swollen, and eyes wet with lust and pleasure.
“i asked you a question. don’t you know how to use your words, sweetheart?”
your hips attempt to fuck yourself back on him but his bruising grip on your waist tightens, preventing you from doing so. defeatedly, you find your words. “y-you told me not to send you any when you’re at work.”
“hmm, so you did hear me and decided to do it anyway?”
“‘m sorry,” you mumble.
“oh, but i don’t think you are, sweetheart. you were just thinking with this filthy cunt, weren’t you?” his fingers dance down your body, patting the swell of your cloying lips stretched around his cock before moving to tease your clit.
“ah! y-yes... fuck me, please, ken, need you so bad.”
“you can beg better than that.” his thumb ghosts over your swollen nub. a taunt. something you could’ve had.
“kennnn... please, please, want you to fuck me. i promise i won’t send any nudes when you’re at work again. jus’ fuck me, please,” your pleads come out whiney and breathy, and you feel the thickness of his cock throb within your weeping walls.
he hums low, satisfied with your begging and the way your voice is drenched in desperation.
there’s no hesitation before his hips begin to start up again, pulling back and driving into your ass with filthy slaps of skin against skin, eliciting a symphony of moans from the both of you.
he finally rubs your clit in circles while his free hand continues to grasp at your waist, pulling you back onto his cock with each thrust. you writhe against the counter with the dual stimulation sending shocks through your body, your legs quivering with each push of his cock into your sensitive walls.
“god, you’re so wet for me, squeezing me so tight... but you know only good girls get to cum.”
a/n: we're gonna pretend that this isn't a repost from my other blog okay
