meangirl!reader gives virgin!nerdjo his first taste of pussy! ♡
art credits: @/smokeigheh on x
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your friends call him your 'bitch', others might call him your 'dog'. but neither you, nor gojo, care for the words of others. especially not when you're both getting so much out of one another. for you, passing classes that you used to fail horribly. seamlessly, with absolutely no effort at all. you can still party till dawn, stay in bed all day with a hangover. all thanks to gojo. assignments, forged exams, projects; no problem! and all he wants in return is a kiss on the cheek, a peck on the lips. you gave him his first real kiss! and you've done much worse with strangers at clubs, or frat boys with pretty words and even bigger dicks. it's no big deal to you at all. but recently, he's become hungry for something more. something he's not sure he can get outside of your little arrangement.
so the next time you discuss your 'payment', gojo looks at you with an embarassed flush.
"what does p-pussy taste like?"
you choke on air, laugh shamelessly at the way he stutters on the word and the blush that heats his cheeks.
"i don't know." you shrug. "wanna find out?"
he's over-eager, standing at attention like a dog with a bone. his dick stays painfully hard within his trousers, straining. has been since the moment you walked into his dorm room and filled it with the scent of your perfume.
he watches as you slide your lacy, pink panties off, out from under your little skirt. resists the urge to pounce at them and shove them into his pocket for later use. it's slightly awkward when you lay back, legs spread. and as much as you deny any kind of attraction to the campus nerd, your pussy and clit are moist with want and anticipation.
gojo looks hungry between your legs, eyeing your pretty pussy and the juice spread across it. you watch him from above, propped up unto your elbows. he reaches a finger to poke and prod at it, curiosity taking over, until you stop him with a manicured hand around his finger.
"just a taste. remember 'toru?" you remind him.
he replies with a sheepish nod, and when he recovers, moves his head down to swipe his tongue against you for the first time. and he hopes it's not the last.
he's inexperienced. you can tell by his hesitant licks and the lack of assurance in his tongue, and the way he dives back down more eagerly after. you almost laugh at him when you see him, eyes closed as he savours the sweet, tangy taste on his tongue, moaning as he humps and grinds against the edge of the bed.
"taste good?" you ask, a smirk on your lips because you know he's already addicted. he just hums in response, though it's mixed with a groan.
"want more?" you tease, and he nods eagerly in response, glasses off kilter and cheeks so warm.
"next time, toru. just make sure you get me at least 80% on that physics exam, and you can have whatever you want."
gojo's eyes shine bright. only 80%? he can do that with his eyes closed.
pornstar! higuruma falls in love with his costar! ♡
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higuruma hiromi is famous. but not just on the 'top videos' page on porn sites, or racking up millions of likes and views on twitter. he's famous amongst his colleagues, his fellow pornstars, for his huge dick, his looks, and the fact that every shoot turns out perfectly when he's in it; regardless of his costar, or the director, or the script. and higuruma is easy to work with. always listening, making suggestions, kind, calm and collected at all times. but he isn't friendly. doesn't reach out to a costar after even the best of shoots. doesn't engage in small talk (he shuts off as soon as the conversation surpasses the boundaries of work). and he never shoots with the same person more than once.
and one of his selling points to both fans and colleagues alike? his stoicism and apathy. those hooded eyes that look particularly dead inside. the dark black hair. his crooked nose with the bump at the bridge that women would pay good money to ride. and as much as he fucks hard and rough, and focuses on his partner's pleasure and orgasm, no one's ever seen him be truly intimate. he's had chemistry with people, sure, but not a connection.
not until his first video with you.
it's insanely popular, instantly hitting number one on top charts across every porn site. the audience idolise higuruma and fantasise that they're the ones in his place, or yours. as usual. but higuruma's die hard fans? they see how different he is in this video compared to the hundreds of others he's filmed over the years. there's something different in his dead eyes when he looks at you. there's something tender about his touch when he gropes you, or plays with your clit to push you closer and closer to your orgasm. and the way he kisses you? it's indulgent. deeper, more desperate, sloppier. and one thing about higuruma hiromi, is that he is never, ever, sloppy.
he is precise. neat. tidy in his every movement. his words are always clipped, hiding his motives or true feelings. but with you, he's babbling. chanting about your pretty pussy, how tight you are, how wet. he's kissing you till your lips are both raw and bitten, then licking at the wounds.
if they didn't know any better, they may even describe him as pussydrunk.
higuruma watches the video the day it comes out, having been eager to watch it himself since the director yelled 'cut!' and the final scene came to an end. he never usually watches his own work unless he's monitoring the footage, so this is foreign. he's been craving you, feigning for you, but more importantly, wanting you in ways he doesn't think he should.
the video is exactly as he remembers. hot as hell, deliciously sinful. he can't help but to drag his hand down to his cock and palm himself through his trousers as it all plays out in front of him. he watches himself tease you with his dick, rubbing it against your clit before finally pushing it in to the hilt. listens to your sultry moans as he fucks you slow, hitting every spot that makes your eyes roll back, getting faster and rougher until he's pushed you to the brink of orgasm. cums all over himself watching you cum too.
two weeks after the success of your first video together, his agent asks him with a sheepish grin whether he'd like to shoot another one with you. he's expecting rejection. lots of female pornstars beg to work with higuruma again, and he never says yes. but for the first time, he agrees, doesn't make a big deal out of it. and his agent is over the moon at the amount of money they'll both make from this next project.
higuruma, on the other hand, is jittery. he's so excited to work with you again. he can't stop thinking of you and the way you felt, in his arms and around his cock. in the days up to the shoot, he watches practically every video in your backlog, even up to the earlier days of your career, touching himself to the sight of you until he's sure he's emptied his balls.
at your second shoot, you're both on fire. the chemistry is palpable through the air in the room, the smell of sweat and the sound of moans in the air. higuruma forgets that there's even a crew filming when he slips into your warm and wet pussy and relishes in the feeling of your spasming, textured walls. and again, he's under your spell, moaning and groaning into your neck, pulling at your hair, fucking into you nice and deep. and you melt into him, like you did even the very first time.
when you cum, it's hot, squeezing against him in all the right ways, and he releases hard inside you, choking on his plethora of praise for you. lays with his cock inside you, still hard even after cumming so much, and presses a kiss to your rosy cheek as you both come down from your high. it's too intimate for two pornstars, too sweet for higiruma. and watching you smile at him and wave goodbye, thanking him for another amazing shoot, higuruma can't bring himself to ask you out on a date, even after kissing you like he loves you, and fucking you like he means it.
higuruma hiromi taking his frustrations out on you! ♡
another hopeless case, another innocent convicted. no matter how hard he tries, it's always the same. blood, sweat, and tears wasted, late nights working where he could have been wrapped up in your arms instead.
when he gets home, he doesn't even have to say a word. you can see it in the slump of his shoulders, the furrow between his brows, the dead, broken look in his eyes.
and the rough, heated, downright sinful, pull of his lips against yours.
you know what he needs straight away. know that he wants you underneath him, writhing, moaning, wet, and that it's all that can distract him from the disappointment that seems to live within him.
so you lay back, let him kiss you hard till your lips are swollen and bitten. grind his bulge into the warmth between your legs, the material of his work trousers harsh against your clit. you pull and rip at his hair like you know drives him crazy, suck at the skin of his neck to leave bruises that he'll have to cover up tomorrow.
you don't argue when he rips your panties off with his bare hands, licking hotly at your pretty clit and moaning at the taste of your juices. you let him shove his fingers into you, prep you for his dick that you still can't seem to get used to despite years of having sex with him, scissor and curl up into the spots he knows you love.
and he fucks you, hard. pushes his dick inside you with little warning, sinking all the way in until your wet, sloppy walls envelop and embrace him. he leans into you, massages your tongue with his, allows himself to relish in the white hot pleasure of your tight, bumpy walls, feels you clench when he sucks on a hard nipple.
"baby," you moan, breathy, when he starts to move. folds you in half till the tip of his dick rubs against your tender cervix. your legs ache from the position, your ankles by his ears as he pistons in and out of you, hard and rough, until his hipbones mark bruises into the backs of your thighs.
"n-not today, angel." he groans, sweat dripping from his brow as he chases his pleasure with little regard for yours. "i need this, baby, please. i need to fuck you."
he's not a loud man, never makes too many noises, and it turns you on to no end when he talks to you like this. groans freely, moans into your mouth until you swallow it.
"god, i love this perfect fucking pussy." he cries, speaking to himself more than he's speaking to you, chanting to the air how fucking good you feel.
"drives me fucking insane, you feel so fucking good. wish i could live in this pussy, fuck you all day long."
and you moan, scream, cry, bite into his shoulders where the pain of your teeth turns into pure pleasure. and he fucks you hard, unrelenting. fast. makes you feel every inch of his hard cock, feel the rub of every vein against you.
"hiro," you cry, when the knot in your stomach pulls tighter. "gonna cum."
"then cum." he says, rougher than he wants to, but he's full of anger that can't seem to ebb.
he fucks you and fucks you until you're coming apart all over him. wet juices gushing down your thighs and his, your nails scratching at the skin of his back until it leaves marks. he lets his balls smack hard against you, rubs at your clit hard without regard for how sensitive it's become. and even when his muscles ache for relief, cry out for him to stop, he pushes through the pain just to feel your pussy hug him tighter.
and when he cums, he goes almost feral. moaning and crying in ways you've never heard before. cock twitching as cum pumps out of him, lips finding reprieve in yours, pulling away with a string of saliva connecting you together.
he keeps pumping in and out of you even as his cock begins to sting with overstimulation, pushing his own cum deeper until it overflows and spreads messy against him and you. bites and gropes at you until you're littered with his marks. and slumps against you when he's spent; only you, your body, and the gentle unconsciousness of sleep providing him with an ounce of peace.
enjin loves hot women, he's not shy to admit that. it's the truth within his soul. loves women with curves in all the right places. boobs or ass? he loves them both equally- beggars can't be choosers after all! but pussy? that's what enjin loves the most.
if it was up to him, enjin would live in between your legs. eat your pussy for breakfast, lunch and dinner. he loves the taste of you, the sweetness of your juices. loves the fat of your pussy lips and your tight, twitching hole. loves that pretty clit and the way you jump when he touches it. he's addicted.
to enjin, one of the sweetest pleasures of life is when he hits the spot that has you reeling, and you clench your thighs hard around his head. your plush, soft skin against his ears as he continues to lick and suck hard while you twitch all over him. he can't help the smirk that spreads across his lips when you moan and scream his name so deliciously, loud enough for the entire hq to hear. he'll grip at the fat of your thighs, tattooed fingers leaving red marks and bruises against them, rutting into the mattress below him to provide some kind of relief for his aching, leaking cock. fingers pressing into your hole, so tight he has no idea how he ever fits inside.
and when you moan and scream that you're cumming, lifting your hips up and off of the mattress until you're chasing his pretty face down, he quickens his pace. sucks and licks harder at your poor, abused clit. tongues at your pretty hole till he's got your juices dripping down his chin. he goes fast, hard, abandons all mercy on himself and on you, eager to please you, eager to make you cum all over his tongue and his face.
and when you finally hit your orgasm, body wracked with the shock, shaking violently against him, he fucking cums right there in his pants, mess dripping down his thighs and staining the fabric. because there's nothing he loves more than making his girl cum, with nothing but his tongue.
you love enjin's undercut, and he loves when you play with his hair. he often falls asleep with your hands tangled in it, stroking softly till he's snoring. he'll often come and lay his head in your lap when you're sat on the couch at hq, probably speaking to another member of the cleaners. he won't interrupt, won't say a word, you know him well enough to know that he wants your hands in his hair, massaging away the day's fatigue. and he's addicted to showering together, naked bodies pressed against each other, your hands lathering shampoo into his blond tresses. and he swears he'll never get it washed at a salon, he only wants it washed by you.
you especially love it when it's fresh from the barber, still all spiky under your fingertips. it always drives you crazy to see your man like this; you think he looks so goddamn handsome. it doesn't help that he seems to line up his haircuts with your ovulation, and you really can't help but to jump him as soon as he walks through the door, a smirk already plastered across his face because he knows what you'll do to him.
you'll have him stripped, cock shoved into your pussy with urgency, bouncing up and down on him like your life fucking depends on it. breasts flying and bouncing up into his face, his mouth open and ready to catch a nipple between his teeth. he'll let you grind and fuck him until he's close, and when he feels the scratch of your fingernails against the shaved parr of his scalp, he's shivering, chills running up his spine. and it feels so good when you refuse to stop, caress him till you're pushing him past his breaking point, milking him for his delicious cum. and the squeeze of your tight pussy, the pleasurable feeling at the nape of his neck, will all work together to make him rut and jut into your warm, wet pussy, balls contracting as he empties himself into you. and you'll make him do it, once, twice, maybe three times, more. until you're satisfied with the cream held within your pussy.
"mhmm, that's it girl, doin' so well f'me, aren't you, ma?" enjin whispers into your ear. it's tantalising, slow. his voice turns you on so fucking bad and he knows it, can tell from the sticky mess between your legs.
he's got you right where he wants you, pliant and soft, obedient to his every word. you're fully naked, nipples taut and hard against the cool air, supple ass cheeks and pretty pussy on display. he loves your curves, loves to run his hand along your skin, feel how soft and addictive you are in his palms. he's still fully clothed, smug as he leans back in his chair, a dark spot staining his pants where your pussy rubs back and forth.
you're moaning, loud, uncaring, your mind clouded by the overwhelming desire to cum. you don't care how pathetic you look riding enjin's thigh, completely naked while he hasn't taken even a ring off of his finger, you've been completely blinded by the need to cum all over him.
"that's it, baby. you're so fucking hot riding my thigh like that. pussy all messy and wet, is that for me, ma?"
you struggle to formulate words, can't think when his strong hands are on your hips, helping you to rub on the rough material of his trousers harder, more precisely.
"y'know it is, enjin. y'know t-this is all for you." you moan, rutting against him. "can i kiss you? please?"
"aw, baby." he coos. "you know my baby gets whatever she wants from me."
and he follows through, fingers gripping your chin and pulling you closer until your lips meet his. it's rough, full of desire. he wants you so bad, wishes you were riding his dick instead of his thigh. he's licking, biting against those plush lips, massaging your tongue with his. it's sloppy, downright dirty.
"m gonna cum, enjin." you cry, finally, eyes shut and face contorted in such pleasure.
and he wants you to, keeps his thigh taut against you and moves his hand down to rub circles against your clit as you rut. he watches, licking his lips at the sight of you so wet, so out of control, addicted to the sight of you like this.
"then cum, baby. soak my fucking leg. show me how good i make you feel."
you let go, the familiar pressure in your belly bursting like a balloon. you cum with a loud moan of his name that has him struggling not to cum in his pants, and soak through the fabric of his uniform. you keep grinding through your high, calming down slowly as he watches you in awe.
"so fucking good for me. now, you wanna do that again on my dick?"
everyone knows that enjin's a rough driver. if he's behind the wheel, you're bound to get at least a little motion sickness. but it gets even worse when he's deep in your throat, one hand on the wheel and one on the back of your head; fighting the urge to throw his head back, fighting the urge to watch as you bob your head up and down on his length.
and it's like being on a fucking rollercoaster when he gets close. when you're letting him fuck your throat, the tip of his dick abusing your uvula. hands twisting and pumping over his shaft, using your spit as lubrication, going hard and fast until your wrist is sore. when you reach down to his balls to roll them between your fingertips, spit dripping unto them. your blowjobs are always so sloppy and wet- gulping, obscene sounds filling the car that only makes the act feel even more sinful, more delectable.
but it gets downright scary when enjin's about to cum, when his focus is on nothing but the building pressure in his abdomen, the pleasure around his cock. you're going insane on him, swallowing and humming and letting your nose touch the curls at the base of his cock. he reminds you to "breathe through it", stroking your hair and humming, "that's it baby girl, gonna make me cum" as his toes curl and his eyes start to roll to the back of his head, completely off of the road where they're supposed to be.
and then he's moaning loud, chants of your name mixed with "so fucking good, baby" and "that's my girl", urging you to swallow it all up, to let him paint your tongue and your throat white. you go faster, harder, want to please him and make him cum. you're humping the side of the leather passenger seat against your throbbing and needy clit as you milk him for all he's worth, desperate.
the sight of you, dishelvished, frenzied, wanting him to cum so badly to the point that you're humping anything with your sweet pussy, pushes him closer to the edge. the way you look, the sound of your wet, gulping throat, and the feeling of your warm mouth and hands around him bring him to the brink of ecstasy, until he's falling. panting and moaning and thrusting up deeper into your throat as he cums, hard, urging you to swallow it all up.
and you do. you don't stop till every drop is gone. lap up every last bead on his softening cock, never one to waste. pump him and suck him until he's shaking from overstimulation and he's telling you gently to stop, pulling you in for a kiss at a stop light to taste his own salty sweet on your tongue.
and you always look so gorgeous to him after you suck his dick. watering eyes, spit dripping down your chin, cheeks flushed and pink. seeing you like that, your hand in between your thighs to relieve the ache there, it almost always makes him want to pull over and fuck you, there and then.
it's a miracle you've never gotten into an accident.
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note: don't fuck and drive guys! and always wear a seatbelt. don't be like enjin and reader please!
you're spread out sinfully under enjin, legs folded up towards your chest while he stands at the edge of the bed, dick plowing into your pussy.
his view is downright delectable: you with your tits out, bouncing with each thrust, your eyes rolling back into your head as he hits your gspot over and over again. your nipples are hard and sensitive, and he brings his tattooed hand down to press them between his thumb and forefinger. you're close, he can tell, can feel it around his cock and he can hear it in the way you've gotten silent, struggling to catch your breath as he brings you closer and closer to the edge.
"that's it, baby girl." he encourages, hand coming down to flick his thumb against your sensitive clit. "that's it."
and you're cumming with such force that you start to whimper and cry at the overwhelming sensation, pussy still abused by enjin's perfect cock. you're gasping and tightening around him, until he's cumming too, fucks it deeper and deeper into you.
and he doesn't pull out until he's sure it's held.
your face is buried in the pillows, moans muffled, while enjin is buried deep inside you. he's relentless, unapologetic, as he thrusts inside of you hard and fast, stretches out your weeping pussy till your sobbing.
"feel that good, huh baby?" he teases, pulls his dick right out to the tip before forcing it all the way back in again in one swift movement. and he's chuckling when you just moan and moan into your pillow, can't even form words as his huge cock abuses your hole.
he leans down further, grabs your face, never stops thrusting once, and takes your mouth into his in the sloppiest, wettest kiss. the noises as your tongues roll against each other's and his balls smack against your pussy mix with the sounds of the squelching wetness between your thighs as enjin plows his dick into you, and it's absolutely obscene.
"fucking love this pussy, baby." he moans into your lips, relishing in the feeling of your wet slick coating his dick and his thighs. dripping down unto the sheets.
you're fucked out dumb, can't even respond to him as he pushes you closer to your high, spit running down your chin as you kiss him hard and messy, licking his tongue. he can feel you getting tighter and tighter around him, squelching, and he can see your fucked out face as your eyes roll back into your head.
"that's it, baby." he moans into your ear, nibbles on your earlobe. "that's it, my fucking girl. you gonna squirt for me, baby? get me all wet?"
and you do just that, blinding orgasm ripping through you as you soak enjin's dick and the sheets, tremble and shake as you cum, squeezing all over his cock.
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