[the-hearts-wants]

I know this blog is very bare bones and I don’t do anything outside of posting fics but I have been very busy.

I plan to be more active soon, decorate the blog, make a proper intro post, and maybe even take requests.

Till then I have lots of ideas I am working on and plan to post fics steadily.

Thank you!

(This list is incomplete 🙂‍↕️)

Toji

Toji punishes you for not sleeping on time

Toji shaves your pussy which leads to other fun things

Gojo

Gojo catches you sniffing his underwear

Gojo turns you into his footstool

When Gojo says he goes easy on you during sex, it makes you challenge him

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Grinding and Confessing on Toji's Thigh

cw: smut, thigh grinding, humiliation, dirty talk

You straddle Toji’s thick, muscular thigh, the rough fabric of his dark pants already soaked from how desperately you’ve been grinding against him. His hands rest lazily on your hips, not guiding you, just holding you in place. The hard muscle beneath you flexes deliberately, pressing right against your swollen clit, and you whimper, rolling your hips faster.

“Please, Toji…” you gasp, your voice shaky as you drag your slick pussy along his thigh again. “I need it. I need to cum so bad.”

Toji chuckles low in his throat, eyes filled with a mixture of amusement and lust. “Look at you, so fucking needy. Grinding that wet little cunt on my leg like a bitch in heat. You really can’t wait, huh?”

You shake your head, biting your lip as another wave of pleasure shoots through you. Your clit throbs with every roll of your hips, your juices coating his thigh more with each desperate movement. “No… I can’t. Toji, please touch me. Or let me ride your cock. Anything. Fuck, I’m so close but it’s not enough.”

He squeezes your hips harder, forcing you to slow down just as the pressure starts to build toward the edge. You whine in protest, trying to speed up again, but his grip is iron.

“Slow,” he growls, voice rough. “I want to hear you beg properly. Tell me exactly what that greedy pussy wants.”

You lean forward, arching your back so your tits are pressing against his broad chest, nipples hard and aching. Your hips keep moving in slow, filthy circles, smearing your arousal all over him. “I want to cum on your thigh, Toji. Please. It feels so good rubbing my clit. But I need more pressure. Let me go faster. I’ll do anything.”

“Anything?” He smirks, one hand sliding up to pinch your nipple, rolling it between his fingers until you moan loudly. “Say it louder. Tell me how pathetic you sound right now, humping my leg like you can’t control yourself.”

“I’m so pathetic,” you moan, grinding down harder, your voice cracking. “Look at me...I’m dripping everywhere, making such a mess on you. Toji, please, I need to cum. I’m begging you. I’ll be your good girl. Just let me ride it faster. Fuck! I’m throbbing so much it hurts.”

Toji’s thigh flexes again, bouncing you slightly, and you cry out, your head falling back. His other hand moves to your ass, spreading you open as you grind.

“That’s it. Keep talking. I love hearing you whine like a desperate slut,” he says, his breath hot against your ear. “You close already? Your pussy’s clenching against my leg. So fucking wet I can hear it.”

“Yes, yes, I’m so close,” you pant, moving quicker now that he’s not stopping you. Your clit drags perfectly over the hard muscle with every frantic roll. “Toji, please don’t stop me. Let me cum. I’m gonna cum all over your thigh if you let me. Please, please, please....I’ll suck your cock after, I’ll let you fuck my throat, just let me cum now!”

He laughs darkly, finally gripping your hips and pulling you down harder against him, guiding your movements into a rough, steady rhythm. “Go on then, princess. Cum for me. Make a fucking mess.”

You sob with relief, grinding wildly now, your slick folds sliding faster and faster. “Thank you...fuck, thank you, Toji! Oh god, it’s so good. I’m cumming!”

Your orgasm crashes over you hard, thighs shaking as you press your pulsing clit against his soaked thigh and ride it out. You keep moaning his name, babbling pleas and thanks between broken cries, your juices gushing over his leg.

Toji watches you the whole time, a satisfied smirk on his face. When you finally slump against him, panting and trembling, he pats your ass.

“Good girl. But we’re not done. Clean up the mess you made with that tongue… then maybe I’ll give this needy cunt what it really wants.”

You shiver at his words, already feeling fresh heat building between your legs again.

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His Table

cw: smut, human furniture, objectification, p in v, humiliation

Gojo had you exactly where he wanted you. Naked and perfectly still on all fours in the center of the living room like the expensive piece of furniture you were tonight.

“Arch your back a little more, sweetheart,” he murmured, voice lazy and amused as he circled you. His long fingers trailed down your spine, pressing until your ass lifted higher and your tits hung heavy beneath you. “There we go. Perfect coffee table.”

He set his half-empty glass of chilled whiskey on the smooth plane of your lower back. The cold base made you flinch, but you didn’t spill a drop. You’d learned quickly that furniture didn’t move unless its owner wanted it to.

Gojo dropped onto the couch across from you, legs spread wide, the bulge in his black pants already obvious. He watched you with those striking blue eyes, hidden behind his usual blindfold that he’d pushed up just enough to enjoy the view. For long minutes he simply sipped his drink, routinely resting it on your back, letting the condensation drip onto your skin and run down your sides in slow, tickling trails.

“Such a good little object,” he praised, voice dropping lower. “Doesn’t talk. Doesn’t think. Just holds my drink and looks pretty while I relax.”

He finished the whiskey and set the glass aside. Then he stood, towering over you, and unzipped his pants. His cock sprang free, proud and hard, already leaking at the tip. He stroked himself lazily as he stepped closer, rubbing the swollen head along the curve of your ass like he was testing the sturdiness of his new furniture.

“Time to put my table to good use.”

Gojo knelt behind you, one big hand gripping your hip to keep you steady. He dragged his cock through your slick folds, coating himself in your arousal, teasing your clit until your thighs trembled with the effort of staying still. Furniture didn’t beg. Furniture didn’t moan.

But you couldn’t stop the soft whimper when he finally pushed inside you in one slow, relentless thrust, stretching you open around his girth.

“Fuck… tight little table,” he groaned, burying himself deep. He stayed there, buried to the hilt, simply enjoying the way your pussy clenched around him. Then he started using you. Hard. Rhythmic and rough thrusts that made your breasts sway and your knees ache against the floor.

Every time he drove in, your body jolted, but you fought to keep position, back flat, ass up, taking every inch like the obedient object he’d turned you into. His balls slapped against your clit with each thrust of his hips. One hand reached under you to grope your tits, using them like convenient handles.

“My favourite piece of furniture,” he said breathlessly. “So useful, taking it so well”

He fucked you faster, pounding into your soaked cunt until the wet sounds filled the room. When he felt you fluttering around him, dangerously close, he pulled out abruptly and slapped his slick cock against your ass.

“Furniture doesn’t cum.”

Gojo stood, stroking himself over you. A few more rough pumps and he came with a low groan, painting your back and ass in thick ropes of hot cum. He smeared it across your skin with the head of his cock, marking his property.

Then he dropped back on the couch. You felt his foot on your back, then another, crossed, one atop the other.

“So useful,” he smirked, sliding back and getting comfortable on the couch.

You remained on all fours, trembling, aching, and denied. Arousal racking through your body, with respite, a climax, not in sight. Feeling his cum slowly drip down your body, while you desperately hoped for him to quickly get back to putting you through some more rough use.

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possessive and abusive Toji is mad at you for dressing up and going out

cw: dark romance, smut, toxic/abusive relationship, face slapping, p in v, creampie, you have been warned!

The apartment door slammed shut behind you, the sound echoing like a gunshot. Toji stood there his massive frame imposing on the room. His eyes were sharp, a mix of irritation and hunger in them. He’d been gone for days on another job, but the second he returned, the possessiveness hit like a storm.

“You think you can just go out looking like that?” he growled, moving closer. His voice was low, dangerous. “Dressed up for others to see?”

You tried to step back, but he was already on you, one large hand gripping your jaw hard enough to make you wince. “Toji, it was just-”

“Shut up.” His palm cracked across your cheek in a sharp slap, the sting blooming hot across your skin. Not enough to bruise badly, but enough to make your eyes water and your pulse spike. He stared a you coldly, but his thumb dragged warmly over the reddening mark on your cheek.

“I own you,” he said, voice rough. “Every fucking inch. That pretty face, that body, that tight little cunt, it’s mine. Say it.”

You hesitated, trying to catch your breath first. Another slap landed on the same cheek, harder this time, making you gasp. The heat spread down your neck, mixing shame and arousal in a toxic rush.

“I… I’m yours,” you whispered.

“Louder.” His hand fisted in your hair, yanking your head back. “Tell me who the fuck owns you.”

“You do, Toji. You own me.”

A dark, satisfied smile spread across his lips. “Good girl.”

He shoved you back against the wall, mouth crashing down on yours in a rough kiss. His tongue invaded your mouth, claiming every whimper. Form hands tore at your clothes, ripping the dress you’d worn out without his permission, until you were bare before him. He palmed your breasts hard, pinching your nipples until you arched and moaned into his mouth.

“You’re soaked already,” he muttered, sliding two thick fingers between your legs and pushing them inside you without warning. “Pathetic.”

“Toj-!” Another slap across your face cut you off, followed by a third that left your cheek throbbing. He pumped his fingers faster, curling them against that spot that made your knees buckle.

He spun you around, bending you over the back of the couch. The sound of his belt and zipper was quick. Then his thick cock was pushing into you in one brutal thrust, stretching you open. You cried out, gripping the cushions as he buried himself in you to the hilt.

“Fuck, so tight for me,” he groaned, one hand wrapping around your throat from behind, choking you. The other delivered another stinging slap to your ass before pulling your head back with your hair. “I own this pussy. Say it while I fuck you.”

“You own me….fuck, Toji, you own me!” you gasped, voice breaking as he pounded into you relentlessly. The wet slap of skin on skin filled the room, his hips slamming against your ass with extreme force.

He leaned over you, teeth grazing your ear. “That’s right. You do as I say. Try some shit you know I won’t like and I’ll slap that pretty face until you can’t recognise it.”

His relentless thrusts continue until your orgasm hit hard, walls clenching around his cock as you shook and moaned his name. Toji didn’t slow down, he fucked you through it, chasing his own release with deep, greedy strokes. With a low growl, he buried himself to the hilt and came, flooding you with hot spurts while his hand tightened possessively on your throat.

He stayed inside you for a long moment after, breathing heavy against your neck. A final, almost gentle slap tapped your cheek as he pulled out, cum dripping down your thighs.

“Clean yourself up,” he said, voice still tinged with that toxic possession. “And remember who you belong to.”

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Beads of Love

cw: smut, anal play, anal sex, dirty talk, humiliation/degradation

Shivers were going through your body. You were ass up, face down on the plush rug in front of the couch, skirt flipped up over your hips, panties pulled to the side. The thick string of anal beads was buried inside you. Five glossy black spheres, each one bigger than the last, stretching you open since Gojo had pushed them in earlier that evening with a wicked grin. You had watched an entire movie after that, cuddled up together on the couch.

Now he lounged on the couch like a king, long legs spread, messed up snowy hair, his vivid blue eyes drinking in every inch of your exposed shame.

“Look at you,” Gojo mused, voice dripping with amusement. “Such a greedy little slut. Squirming against me all the time. You wished I shut off the the movie and start playing with you earlier, don't you?”

Your face burned. You nodded, biting your lip.

He leaned forward, two fingers hooking under the looped handle at the end of the string. He gave it the tiniest tug, just enough to make the first bead kiss against your rim from the inside. A soft sound escaped you.

“Pathetic,” he laughed softly. “You’re already dripping down your thighs and I haven’t even taken them out yet. Does it turn you on that much? Knowing I have your asshole plugged?”

“G-Gojo…” you whimpered.

“Shh...” He gave another gentle pull, and the first bead popped out with an obscene sound. Your hole clenched around the string quickly after, quivering. You were mewling, trying to find your voice and plead.

“Messy girl,” he mocked. “Look how your ass is sucking on the next one, trying to keep it in. You love being full back here, don’t you?”

He slowly dragged the second bead out, then the third, each one keeping you stretched wider on the way out, each one making you moan louder. By the fourth, your arms were shaking, forehead pressed to the rug as your pussy clenched around nothing.

Gojo’s voice dropped lower, darker. “Everyone thinks you’re so sweet and innocent. If they only knew you let me turn your ass into my personal toy. And you beg for it.”

The last bead caught at your rim. He twisted the string, watching your stretched ring bulge obscenely around it.

“Push forward. Show me how badly you want it out so I can replace it with something better.”

You obeyed, and with a wet pop the last bead slid free. Your hole gaped for a moment, winking and empty, before starting to close. Gojo groaned in appreciation, palming your ass cheeks and spreading them wide so he could stare.

“Fuck, that’s pretty,” he murmured. “All loose and shiny for me.”

You heard the sound of his belt, then his zipper. The thick, hot head of his cock nudged against your twitching hole a second later, already slick with precum. He rubbed it up and down, teasing.

“Ask nicely,” he said, voice tight with lust now.

“Please… fuck my ass, Satoru,” you gasped. “Please use it.”

“Good girl.”

He pushed in slow but relentless, the fat head popping past your rim followed by inch after veiny inch until his hips met your ass and he was buried to the hilt. He stretched you out perfectly; burning, overwhelming, filthy. He stayed there for a moment, savoring the way you pulsed around him.

Then he started moving.

Slow, long, and deep strokes that dragged against every sensitive spot inside you. One of his hands found its way to your clit, rubbing it in elaborate circles. His other hand fisted in your hair, pulling your head back so he could lean over you and whisper right against your ear.

“That’s it. Take every inch in your slutty ass. You feel how easy I slide in? That’s because I trained this hole so well.”

His pace quickened, the wet slap of skin on skin filling the room. The intensity of his fingers rubbing your clit also increased.

“You’re going to cum with my cock buried deep back here like the anal whore you are,” he growled. “And then I’m going to fill you up until it’s leaking out.”

Your orgasm hit hard, shaking, blinding, your ass clamping down around his thick cock as you cried out. Gojo hissed in pleasure and fucked you through it, chasing his own release.

With a low, guttural moan he slammed deep one last time and came, pulsing hot and thick inside you. He stayed buried while he softened, lazily kissing the back of your neck.

“Such a perfect toy,” he whispered, voice warm with affection now. “My favorite little anal slut.”

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Daddy Toji makes you lick his shoes and you are rewarded for it

cw: smut, daddy kink, dirty talk, humiliation, degradation, shoe licking, p in v

You are kneeling in front of Toji, heart hammering as the massive man looms over you. His lips curl into that lazy, predatory smirk, eyes dark with hunger. He’s dressed in a tight black shirt stretched over his broad chest, pants hugging those powerful thighs, and heavy combat boots planted firmly on the floor.

“Look at you,” Toji rumbles, voice low and rough. “Already so eager for Daddy, huh? Get on your fucking hands and knees.”

You obey instantly, dropping forward until your palms press against the cool floor. The position makes your back arch, ass up, completely exposed and vulnerable. Heat rushes to your face and in between you legs, as you feel his gaze rake over you.

“Crawl,” he commands, stepping back just enough to make you work for it. “Crawl to Daddy like the desperate little slut you are.”

You move on all fours, hips swaying with each shift of your knees and hands. The carpet burns your palms slightly, but the shame only makes you wetter. Toji watches, one hand lazily palming the thick bulge straining his pants. When you reach his boots, you stop, and look up at him.

“Good girl,” he drawls. “Now show me how bad you want it. Lick them clean.”

Your tongue darts out, tracing the dusty leather of his boot. The taste is earthy, slightly bitter, but you lap at it obediently, dragging your tongue along the toe and up the side while looking up at him through your lashes. Toji chuckles darkly, pressing the boot forward just enough to make you work harder.

“Fuck, that’s pathetic. And hot. Keep going, put that pretty mouth to use.”

You lick both boots thoroughly, whimpering as your thighs squeeze together for friction. Your nipples are hard, pussy aching and dripping down your inner thighs. When he finally pulls his foot away, you’re trembling.

Toji crouches down, gripping your chin hard with two thick fingers, forcing your gaze up to his. “Beg for it. Beg Daddy to fuck that needy cunt.”

“Please, Daddy,” you gasp immediately, voice breaking with desperation. “Please fuck me. I’ve been so good. Crawling for you, licking your boots like a whore. I need your cock, Daddy. Please stretch me open and ruin me. I’ll do anything.”

He laughs at you roughly, yanking you up by the hair just enough to shove you face down onto the couch. Your ass stays high, knees spread wide. You hear his belt buckle clink, then the heavy sound of his cock slapping against your ass.

“Pathetic,” he growls, but his voice is thick with lust. “Daddy’s gonna give you exactly what you begged for.”

Toji slams into you in one brutal thrust, burying his massive length to the hilt. You cry out, walls clenching around the sudden stretch as he starts pounding you without mercy. The strokes are deep and punishing making your eyes roll back.

“That’s it,” he grunts, one hand slapping your ass hard. “Take Daddy’s cock like the crawling, boot licking slut you are.”

He fucks you relentlessly, hips slapping against you, until you’re sobbing and begging again for cumming or mercy, you are not sure. And Toji, ever the generous Daddy, finally lets you.

“Good fucking girl.” He groans and pulls himself out.

He sits down on the couch, legs spread wide, cock still erect and yet to cum.

“Get on your knees.” He commands and you stumble to get into position in between his legs. You knew this was far from over.

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Toji corners you in a warehouse

cw: smut, fingering, humiliation, dirty talk, dacryphila

The lights of the abandoned warehouse barely reached the corner where Toji had you pinned. His massive frame loomed over you, glint in his eyes as he smirked down at your flushed, helpless face.

“Look at you,” he drawled, voice low and rough. “Already soaked through these little things.”

He hooked two thick fingers under the waistband of your panties and yanked them down your trembling thighs in one swift motion. The cool air hit your exposed, dripping pussy, making you whimper. Before you could even beg, he balled the damp fabric up and forced it between your lips, gagging you effectively. The salty, sweet, humiliating taste of your own arousal filled your mouth. You tried to protest, but it came out as a muffled, pathetic moan.

Toji chuckled darkly. He unbuckled his belt with deliberate slowness, the leather whispering as he pulled it free. Grabbing your wrists, he wrenched your arms above your head and lashed them tightly together with the belt, securing the end to a rusted pipe behind you. The leather bit into your skin, tight enough to hold but not enough to truly hurt. Yet. You were completely at his mercy now, stretched out and exposed on the dirty floor.

His large hand slid down your body, calloused palm rough against your soft skin. He cupped your pussy possessively, two fingers spreading your slick folds apart while his thumb found your swollen clit. He rubbed slow, teasing circles at first, watching your hips jerk involuntarily.

“Already shaking?” His voice, mocking and low. His sharp eyes locked onto yours, filled with cruel amusement. “Pathetic. Crying already and I’ve barely touched you.”

Tears pricked at the corners of your eyes as he pushed two thick fingers inside you without warning, stretching your tight walls. Your body arched violently, a choked sob vibrating around the panties stuffed in your mouth. He pumped them deep and hard, curling them against that sensitive spot that made stars burst behind your eyelids. His thumb never stopped its relentless assault on your clit, rubbing faster now, slick sounds echoing throughout the empty space.

You shook harder, thighs quivering, tears spilling freely down your cheeks. Every thrust of his fingers sent jolts of overwhelming pleasure and pain through you. Your bound hands twisted uselessly against the belt, body writhing beneath him as he worked you closer and closer to the edge.

Toji leaned in closer, his breath hot against your ear. “Go on. Cry more for me. Those pretty tears look so fucking good when you’re about to cum on my hand like the desperate little slut you are.”

His eyes stayed locked on yours the whole time. Dominant and intense, taking in your every expression and movement until he had pushed you right to the brink.

You came around his fingers, throughout which he kept pumping them in and out of you. When you finally stopped quivering he removed his fingers and stood up

“Keep the legs spread.” He commanded, while unbuckling his pants.

(To be continued maybe??)

[the-hearts-wants]

Nanami roughs you up

cw: smut, cmnf(clothed male, naked female), slapping, humiliation and degradation, p in v, creampie

The room was illuminated dimly, the city lights flickering through the half-drawn curtains. You’d barely pushed the door shut behind you when Nanami’s large hand fisted into your hair, yanking your head back sharply. His face looked dangerous in the flickering lights as he forced you to look up at him.

“You’ve been teasing me all evening,” he said, voice rough with restraint. His glasses were already cast off, eyes dark with hunger. “Now you’ll get what you asked for.”

He slapped you, hard enough to sting, not hard enough to truly bruise, across one cheek, then backhanded the other. The sharp cracks rang across the room, heat flaring under your skin as your knees weakened. You whimpered, but your body leaned towards him, craving more. Another yank of your hair forced a gasp from your throat, and he used the leverage to shove you down onto the bed.

Your clothes were torn off wildly. Nanami’s tie was still loosely around his neck as he climbed over you, powerful body pinning you down. He smacked your thighs open, then slapped your face again when you tried to reach for him, a silent command to stay still. His cock was thick and heavy, already leaking as he teased it against your slick entrance.

Abruptly, without warning he thrust in deep, stretching you open in one brutal stroke. You cried out, back arching, but he didn’t give you time to adjust. He fucked you hard, hips jutting with precise, punishing force, each thrust driving you deeper into the mattress.

Then he changed positions. One strong hand grabbed your ankle, bending your leg up and pressing the sole of his foot firmly against your face. His foot pressed down on you. He ground it down, smothering your moans as he continued pounding into you, cock hitting that perfect spot inside with every stroke, making you delirious.

“Look at you,” he panted, voice low and filthy, “taking my cock while my foot’s on your face. Such a desperate little slut for me.”

Your muffled cries vibrated against his sole as pleasure bloomed through you. He slapped your tits, your cheeks, then pressed his foot in harder, toes flexing against your face as he fucked you mercilessly. The overwhelming mix of being filled, pain, and degradation pushed you over the edge. You came hard around him, body shaking, vision blurring.

Nanami kept fucking you through it, chasing his own release with a deep groan, filling you up with thick, hot pulses. He stayed buried inside as he caught his breath, foot still firm against your flushed face. You were still in a daze, being used as he needed.

Then he slowly lowered your leg, leaned down close, and whispered against your ear:

“We are not done.”

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Every Fucking Inch

cw: smut, nipple play(giving), ass eating(giving), you lick Toji all over

The light of the room shined across Toji Fushiguro’s massive frame as he sat on the edge of the bed, just a towel wrapped around his waist, his scarred, battle hardened body glistening with a faint post-shower sheen on him. His dark eyes locked onto yours with that signature self-assured smirk, muscles rippling under tanned skin stretched tight over powerful pecs, abs carved like stone and big, powerful arms.

“I am all cleaned up. Everywhere,” he said, with a knowing look.

You nodded as he lay down on the bed and said, “You know how I like it. Every fucking inch. Get to it”

You didn’t need to be asked twice. You pressed your face against his chest. Even post-shower, you could still smell the raw, masculine scent beneath the smell of the bodywash. Your tongue darted out, flat and eager, dragging slowly up the center of his sternum. Across his massive pecs you licked wet, broad stripes. Toji’s nipple hardened under your assault; you latched on, sucking and swirling your tongue around the sensitive bud while your hands roamed his sides, feeling the ridges of old scars.

“Fuck… yeah, just like that,” he moaned, his large hand tangling in your hair, not guiding but holding you there as his chest heaved.

You pushed his heavy arm upward, burying your face into the deep, dark hollow of his armpit. The musk and pheromones made your head spin and your pussy throb. After you peppered his pit with kisses, your tongue pressed flat against the damp hair, lapping greedily, savoring every lick. Toji let out a deep, guttural groan, as you worshipped that sensitive area, licking until it was slick with your spit.

“Fuck...,” he muttered, voice husky with arousal, his cock already straining hard against his pants, a massive bulge outlined clearly.

From his armpit, you worked down his body like a woman starved, long, dragging licks across the ridges of his abs, tongue dipping into the deep navel, then lower along the sharp V-lines disappearing into his waistband. You peeled his pants down quickly, freeing that monstrous cock. Thick, veined, heavy, already leaking at the tip. You chose to ignore it for now, deciding to focus on every other inch.

You licked along his inner thighs, the powerful muscles twitching under your tongue. Turning him around, you spread his firm, muscular ass cheeks.

I am all cleaned up. Everywhere.

You dove in, tongue tracing the cleft, circling his tight hole with wet, hungry laps. Your hands gripped his firm ass cheeks, spreading them wider still. Toji cursed loudly, pushing back against your face as you ate him out sloppily, your tongue pushing inside.

"Ahh-yeah...use that tongue," Toji said, in a breathy voice.

You kept at it until you noticed Toji rutting his cock against the mattress. With a small smirk of your own, you stopped.

You spread his legs wider and brought his cock and balls behind. Toji resisted, as he could no longer hump his cock against the mattress. But before he could say anything in protest you started licking his tip.

A low moan escaped Toji, you dragged your tongue from the tip, along his shaft to his balls. You sucked one of them into your mouth then the other, tongue swirling around them thoroughly. You continued teasing Tohi in this manner, his tip just got small licks and nothing more. Toji groans and moans were getting more desperate.

Soon Toji couldn't take anymore of your teasing and flipped himself over and sat up, dragging you onto his lap.

“Enough teasing, brat,” he snarled, grabbing your hair slamming his mouth against yours in a deep kiss, tasting himself on your tongue. The kiss lasted a long time, by the time it was done, you were a wet mess and Toji painfully hard and leaking, somehow more than before.

Then he pushed you onto to bed, and looking into your eyes, said in a low voice, "You will pay for all that teasing."

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Toji hatefucks you because you could never replace his wife

cw: angsty smut, mean!Toji, Toji is quite mean here, and you are at the receiving end of it (deservedly so in a way?), p in v, degradation and humiliation, dirty talk

The door slams shut behind you violently. Toji’s massive frame forces you against the wall before you could even take in anything, his eyes burning with contempt.

“You’re not her,” he snarls, low voice dripping with venom. His huge hand clamps around your throat, squeezing enough to make you feel uncomfortable. “You’re not my wife. Just some desperate, little slut who who warms my bed.”

His words burn your heart and you feel tears starting to well up. You remember the way he used to speak with you, before you propositioned him. So sweet and affectionate.

But before you could dwell on it or even your tears could fall Toji rips your top open. His other hand shovs your pants down roughly. In one quick motion he spins you around, slamming your chest against the wall and yanking your hips back.

“Spread your fucking legs,” he growls, kicking your feet apart. You barely had time to brace before he freed his big, heavy cock and drove into you in a single merciless thrust.

No easing in, no gentleness, no build up, no foreplay. That was for women one loves, not for someone like you.

His cock stretches you in an instant, till he is buried to the hilt, and this forces a choked cry from your throat.

“So damn tight for a worthless replacement,” Toji hisses through gritted teeth. He doesn’t wait, doesn’t ease up. Hips thrusting forward with punishing force. He fucks you like he hates you, which he probably does. And this is what hurts you more than his brutal handling of you.

Tears slowly falling from your eyes, you think of how delicate he used to be with you back when you were just friends, before you spoiled it.

“You think you can compare to her?” He laughs cruelly, as he poundeds deeper into you. “Pathetic. You are just an easy, cheap hole for me to ruin when I feel like getting off.” His fingers dig bruises into your hip, holding you exactly where he wants while he rails you senseless.

Your tears start falling freely, the ache in your chest from his words was suffocating, eclipsing the physical pain of being fucked so roughly. In spite of this you felt intense pleasure throughout, building up with each stroke.

“Crying already? Good. That makes me feel better about this.” He leans in, and sinks his teeth into your shoulder hard, leaving a mark. You moan with pain as much as pleasure. Toji’s pace turns fast, relentless. Squelching sounds fill up the room as your wet pussy takes every single violent inch.

You start letting out a moan as your orgasm hits you, momentarily soothing your heart ache, your body feeling warm.

“Fucking shameless slut,” Toji snarls against your ear, voice filled with rage and lust.

With that he pulls out of you, forces you down on the ground facing his cock. “You will never be her,” he groans and shoots his cum onto your face.

Moments pass and you look up at him, face covered in his cum, hoping against hope this time it will be different, this time he will not look at you as he always does once done. But, heartrendingly, he looks down at you with the same disdain and contempt as always.

You look down and sob quietly, as Toji gets dressed.

“For the clothes.” You hear and look up as Toji throws some cash at you. This makes the intense discomfort seize your chest, as fresh tears start flowing.

You want to scream and cry, tell him how horrible you feel seeing him reduce your relationship to this, reducing you to this. Instead you just stare at him as he leaves the room.

You know you will be here again.

Even though he will continue treating you as a toy, his to hatefuck and break apart as guilt eats at him for needing , no, wanting to fuck you.

You will be here again, spreading your legs again, taking whatever he does again, hoping against hope again.

[the-hearts-wants]

Crawling for Gojo

cw: smut, p in v, face fucking, creampie

Gojo has you folded in half, your legs are hooked over his broad shoulders and pressed back toward your head as he pounds into you with deep, relentless thrusts. His cock stretches you wide, slamming against that certain spot inside you with every push of his hips, making your eyes roll back. Your mouth is letting out uncontrollable moans. Sweat glistens on his toned abs, his white hair a mess as he smirks down at your wrecked expression.

“Fuck, you feel so good like this,” he groans, but then he suddenly slows down, pulling out and leaving you clenching around nothing. You whimper in protest, but he just chuckles darkly.

“On the floor. Now.” His voice is low, commanding. "Tongue out. Crawl for me.”

You slide off the bed with your shaky limbs, dropping to your hands and knees. Tongue hanging out like an eager pet, you follow him as he walks backwards, his thick, glistening cock bobbing in front of your face. Your eyes are locked on it, drooling as you crawl after him, ass up and back arched.

Gojo stops and you come to a halt right in front of him, getting on your knees. He grips the base of his shaft, and rubs his cock across your flushed cheeks, smearing your own juices and his precum over your skin. Then he slaps your face with it. Once, twice, on and on making wet, filthy sounds. Your tongue darts out desperately for more, he taps the head on your tongue a few times and you give the head quick licks.

“Good girl,” he praises, before grabbing your head and shoving his cock straight down your throat. You gag instantly around his length, tears pricking your eyes as he fucks your mouth with rough, demanding strokes. His balls slap against your chin, and he holds you there, hips rolling as saliva drips down your chin onto your breasts.

He pulls out with a groan, a string of spit connecting your lips to his cock. “Turn around. Ass up.”

You obey, face down and raising your hips high. Gojo mounts you from behind in one smooth motion, burying himself balls deep. His pace is brutal. Hard, fast thrusts of his hips make your whole body jolt. One hand grips your hip, and the other reaches around to rub your clit while you are getting railed.

“Fuck….I’m close,” he growls, voice strained.

You cry out as you feel your orgasm approaching as well, clenching hard around him as you climax, pussy pulsing and squirting around his cock. Gojo thrusts deep one last time and cums with a loud moan, flooding you with thick, hot spurts until it leaks down your thighs. He stays buried inside you, panting against your back as you both ride out the aftershocks.

[the-hearts-wants]

Toji makes you hump his boot and then lick them clean off your mess

cw: smut, degradation, humiliation, face slapping, dirty talk

You were kneeling on the cold floor, heart racing, as Toji Fushiguro lounged on the couch like a king. His legs were spread wide open, big boots planted firmly on the ground.

You and Toji were just done watching a nearly 2 hour long movie, with you nestled in his lap on the loveseat. Toji had spent almost the entire duration of the movie running his hands over your body, nuzzling and kissing your neck, and teasing you through your panties.

“You are pathetic. Just a little touching and look at you. Dripping.”

Your cheeks flared up and you looked away not wanting to meet his piercing gaze.

“Do girls like you deserve to cum?” Toji enquired, with mock curiosity.

“Yes. Please?” You said, unconfidently.

“How badly?" Toji asked, cocking his head sideways.

"Very badly".

"Okay, then hump my boot like the desperate slut you are." Toji commanded, a cruel smile on his face.

Your face burns with humiliation, but you obey. Spreading your thighs and pressing your slick pussy against his boot. The boot rubs against your folds and swollen clit as you start rolling your hips, grinding shamelessly. Wet sounds fill the room as your juices smear across the material with every desperate thrust.

Toji laughs, it is low and cruel. “Filthy slut. Rutting on my boot like a bitch in heat.” He grabs a fistful of your hair and yanks your head up. “Faster and arch your back. I want to see those tits as you rub your cunt on my boot.”

You do as he asks. Shame and pleasure coursing through you.

Every second the pleasure continues to mount, you feel it building up with each rut. You whimper and look down, grinding harder, your folds sliding relentlessly along the boot

Out of nowhere, Toji’s huge hand lashes out and slaps you hard. The shock and the sting blooming across your cheek makes you cry out.

“Look at me while you fuck my boot, slut,” he growls. “I want to watch how pathetic you look when you cum from this.”

The humiliation hits you almost as hard as the slap. Your hips stutter, thighs shaking as you grind frantically against his boot.

“Make a mess on my boot like the filthy whore you are.” Toji’s voice is low when he says this, but you catch the arousal in his voice.

You soon climax with a shattered moan, pussy clenching hard as your orgasm crashes through your body. The boot is soaked, courtesy of you. You are hugging Toji's leg for support, your body trembling from the orgasm's aftershocks, hips still weakly twitching.

Toji smirks, looking down at you. After giving you a moment of respite he yanks your head by your hair.

“Clean it up. Every fucking drop. Lick the proof of your needy, slutty self from my boot.”

You hesitate, breathing heavily. A harsh slap again lands across your face, making your head snap to the side.

“I said lick.”

All hesititation lost, you extend your tongue and drag it slowly along the boot, coated with your juices. The salty-sweet taste of your own arousal coats your mouth as you lap obediently, cleaning every trace of your orgasm from his boot while Toji watches with pleasure and satisfaction.

“Good girl,” he murmurs, pressing your head down with his other foot. “Lick it clean.”

You continue diligently, and soon your traces are licked clean off the boot.

“That’s enough, doll.” Toji says, finally satisfied. “Get back on my lap now and rest your pretty legs”

[the-hearts-wants]

When Gojo says he goes easy on you during sex, it makes you challenge him

cw: smut, rough, face fucking, spitting

Gojo was lounging naked on the couch, legs spread wide, his body visible to you in all its glory. His proud cock hung heavy between his thighs, already half hard and twitching as he smirked down at you. You were kneeling in between his legs, naked as well, heart pounding.

“You sure about this?” Gojo asked.

“Yes. Please don’t hold back.”

Earlier while talking, Gojo had casually mentioned that he usually goes easy on you during sex. You had scoffed and said how hard could he go.

“More than enough for you,” Gojo had replied, that aggravating smirk on his face.

“Prove it, then,” you challenged.

The thought had turned you on immensely, you wanted it, to feel Gojo let lose. And that’s how you ended up in the current situation.

“You look so beautiful,” Gojo said, voice low, his hand caressing your face.

You blinked prettily looking up at him and leaned in, lips parting, but Gojo didn’t wait. His fingers entangled roughly in your hair, and he shoved his thick cock into your mouth in one brutal thrust.

You gagged and sputtered. Struggling to take him in. Eyes watering. That didn’t stop Gojo though, he started fucking your mouth mercilessly.

“How hard, huh?,” he growled, hips thrusting forward. He was using your mouth like a toy, slamming in and out with rough strokes. Drool started dripping down your chin as he hit the back of your throat again and again.

You looked up at and saw Gojo’s face, usually lit with a playful smile, had turned into something primal and feral.

His hands were holding your head in place as his relentless strokes continued. You were choking and moaning.

“Take. Every. Inch.” He said, punctuating each word by a deep stroke.

Your hands were holding on to his legs for dear life. Your pussy was wet and aching.

“Look up at me,” Gojo growled.

You looked him in his eyes. The same feral look from before greeted you.

“How hard is it?” Gojo asked rhetorically, and spat in your face. Feeling his spit land on your face, you moaned around his cock. Your pussy throbbing with need.

At last Gojo let out a long groan, and you felt his cock start to shoot his cum into your mouth. You gulped down every single drop.

Gojo was breathing heavily. Your face was a mess, covered in tears and drool. You were holding on to Gojo’s leg, resting your chin on his knees. For a few moments neither of you said anything, recollecting yourselves.

“W-wasn’t that h-hard.” You said stubbornly, even though the stutter made it less convincing.

Gojo chuckled warmly. “Guess not,” he said, the playful grin back on his face.

He then got up and in one sweeping motion laid you down on the couch. Spreading open your legs, he got in between them and looked up at you.

“I am going to eat you till my jaw hurts”

[the-hearts-wants]

Toji punishes you for not sleeping on time

cw: smut, belt whipping, pronebone p in v

Toji entered the dimly lit room and shut the door behind him. You saw his sharp eyes narrowing the moment he saw you. You were curled up in the bed, eyes heavy with exhaustion, but still continuing to stare at your phone's screen, around a quarter past 2 A.M.

"How many times do I have to ask you to go to sleep early?" He asks rhetorically, voice low and dangerous.

You sat up quickly, guilt on your face. "Toji, I was abo-"

"Shut up." He says, while unbuckling his belt slowly. The leather hissed through the loops, as Toji pulled out the belt. You sit up straighter seeing the belt hang from Toji's fist, clutched around the buckle. "You barely get any sleep. No proper rest. You just don't listen."

"I am sorr-"

"Shut up." Toji repeats, folding the belt around.

You know you are in trouble.

"Lie face down." He commands, walking towards you. You immediately comply and lie face down on the bed, not wanting to get in even more trouble.

Toji pulls your oversized shirt above your waist, exposing your panty-clad ass. Then he pulls your panties down to your knees.

"Try not to move, if you do, get back in position quickly. Understood?" Toji asked, softly caressing your ass cheeks.

"Y-yes" you said, head buried in the soft pillow.

Toji gives you no more time, the sound of the belt swishing through the air barely registers for you, before sharp pain erupts through your bottom.

"Ah!" You fight all your instincts to not move or cover yourself.

"Count them," Toji orders, voice low and rough.

"One....”

The second strike is even harder, making your ass jiggle and making you cry out again.

By the tenth hit, you start to cry. "I am sorry, I am so sorry." You say in between sobs.

That doesn't stop your pussy from getting wet though.

"Soaking wet," he says, landing another firm smack with the belt. "Is this punishment or reward, huh?"

"Elev-" You try to say in between your sobs, but feel Toji's fingers rubbing your folds, and ending up moaning instead.

He repeats this for the remaining ten strikes.

Hard hit with belt and then playing with your pussy. By the end, you are a whimpering mess, not just from the pain, but the pleasure of the edging.

Toji runs his fingers on the violent, red marks that have formed on your ass, as you mewl into the pillow.

"Next time it will be more than twenty," he warns.

Then you feel him on top of you, sitting astride your thighs.

You hadn't noticed it, in your hazy pleasure and pain state, but Toji had gotten rid of his clothes. You look back and see his muscled body, and his proud cock, standing erect and throbbing. He covers it with a condom.

He then positions you both to be in the pronebone position, his cock right up against your entrance.

A low pleasurable moan escaps you as Toji enters you with a groan. He fucks you deep, you feel the burn on your bruised butt with his each stroke as his hips push onto it, pleasure and pain yet again intermingling. He continues relentlessly until you come hard around him. Only then does he allow himself to cum, while his lips kiss your neck.

After Toji applies ointment to your backside, both of you cuddle up in the bed.

"You took the punishment nicely. Now sleep," he says softly but firmly, pulling you against his chest, engulfing you in his arms. "And remember your lesson."

You nod, smiling drowsily, then rest your head on his chest. Drifting off to sleep, ass stinging, but oddly comfortable.

[the-hearts-wants]

Toji shaves your pussy which leads to other fun things

CW: smut, no plot, pussy eating, p in v, mild dirty talk

You sit on the edge of the wide, granite countertop in the steamy bathroom, one leg propped up on the sink. Naked in front of the mirror.

You glide the razor slowly over your mound, careful strokes removing the soft stubble, your skin smooth and sensitive in its wake.

The door opens with no warning or knock.

Toji steps in. He’s only wearing black sweatpants, rest of his body exposed to your eyes. His eyes find you instantly and a grin spreads across his lips.

“Well, well,” he says in a teasing voice. “That’s quite the sight.”

“I’m almost done.” You stop mid-stroke and let him know.

Toji crosses the room with quick strides, gently but firmly taking the razor from your fingers. His hand wraps around your raised thigh, spreading you wider, exposing your pussy completely. You can’t help but shiver.

“Stay still,” he whispers, eyes dark, as he stares between your obscenely wide spread legs. “Let me handle it.”

He then moves in close, breath hot against your sensitive skin, and begins to shave you with slow, precise strokes. The razor scrapes gently, removing every trace of hair while his free hand holds you open. From time to time he spreads the cream around.

Your pussy can’t help but throb as all of this is going on.

“Fuck… look at you,” he says, voice husky. “So wet from just me shaving this pretty pussy. Does it turn you on when I take care of you like this?”

You bite your lip, your hips twitch involuntarily. A soft moan escapes as the back of his fingers brushes your swollen clit. Toji cuckles darkly, and continues his handiwork. He’s very thorough and proper in his work. Tilting your hips, stretching the skin taut, making sure every inch is perfectly smooth.

The intimacy, looking at his face focused on your cunt, the movements, have you dripping.

When he’s done, he sets the razor aside, pours some water in the cup of his hand from the faucet and washes you. Finally he runs his fingers over your smooth, bald pussy, a look of admiration on his face.

“Perfect,” Toji purrs. He drops to the floor, positions your thighs wide. “Now let me taste this perfection.”

His tongue drags slowly from your entrance up to your clit. You give out a low sigh, your hand lightly entangling in his hair. He alternates between sucking on your clit and flicking it with your tongue, while two long fingers start going in and out of you, curling against that spot that makes your thighs shake.

“Toji! Ahh” you moan, grinding against his face.

He eats you out mercilessly, eager and hungry, spit and your arousal dripping down his chin. His fingers pump faster, and mouth works harder.

Your orgasm crashes over you. You clamp your thighs around his head, back arching as you cum hard. Toji doesn’t stop, licking you through every wave, leaving you whimpering and over sensitive.

He finally pulls back, lips glossed out, and eyes dark with lust. He stands up, and shoves his sweatpants down. His cock springs free, hard and leaking.

“Shaving is done,” he says, smirking. “Eatting is done. Now, on to the next one”

He bends you over the countertop with zero effort and immediately buries his cock upto the hilt in you. You both groan at the feeling. Toji grips your hip in one hand and your hair in the other. He pulls your neck back by your hair till you can watch yourself in the mirror.

“Watch yourself” he growls. “As I fuck you stupid.”

You can barely watch though, because he starts pounding into you intensely. Your hands flailing around to try and find some anchor.

Toji doesn’t stop even when you start cumming again, screaming his name.

He continues fucking you until he finally reaches his own orgasm and then pulls out his cock and shoots his cum all over your back and ass.

“Shower?” He asks, after you find the strength to stand up straight.

“Shower.” You reply.

[the-hearts-wants]

Gojo catches you sniffing his underwear

cw: smut, teasing, humiliation/degradation, p in v

You could hear the shower stream when you walked into the bedroom.

Gojo had just come back from an intense workout. Sweaty and in need of a cool down, he had told you he will be in the shower.

You were about to call out to him and ask about your plans later, when you noticed his underwear on top of his pile of clothes.

An overwhelming urge took over you. Quickly glancing at the bathroom door to make sure he wasn't done, you picked up the underwear.

The fabric was still warm and damp with his sweat. His unmistakable musky, masculine, scent hit you like a drug. You pressed the crotch of his underwear to your nose and inhaled deeply. He smelled so good. You took another deep sniff as your eyes fluttered shut.

“Enjoying yourself?”

The deep, amused voice cut through the room like a sharp edge. Your eyes flew open. Gojo stood in the doorway, towel hanging low around his hips, water still dripping from his hair down his carved abs. His piercing eyes locked onto you with wicked delight.

You froze, his underwear still pressed to your face. You were caught in the act.

Gojo's lips curled into a wicked smirk. “Wow. Didn't know you had these kinds of interests.” He walked closer to you. You were still transfixed, mostly from the shock of being caught, partly seeing the water droplets trail down Gojo's V-line.

You managed to wrestle yourself away from the trance and tried to drop the underwear, but Gojo had reached you by then. His hand shot out, quicker than a blink, and grabbed your wrist, forcing the fabric back against your nose.

“No, no. Don't stop on my account,” he said, voice dripping with mock sweetness. “Let me see it closely. Deep breaths, yeah? I wanna see how much of a desperate little slut you really are for me.”

Heat flooded your face. Humiliation burned through you, but arousal was right behind them.

He was towering over you, his post shower clean scent mixing with the musky one still clinging to the underwear.

Gojo leaned in, lips brushing your ear. “You like the way I smell after working out, huh? Do you do this always? Touching yourself to the smell of my underwear like a gross pervert.” His fingers slid into your hair, and pulled just enough to tilt your head back. “Go on. Tell me. Say it out loud while you keep sniffing.”

“N-no...this was the first time I did it.” You pitifully tired to defend yourself.

“Really? Seems unlikely but I will believe you. And I won't hold this invasion of privacy over your head if you admit you are a pervert.”

The burn from the humiliation flared up again but you knew there wasn't any defense you could mount and softly whispered, “I am a pervert.”

“Louder,” he demanded, eyes gleaming. “And look me in the eyes while admiting you're a filthy underwear sniffer.”

“I like sniffing your dirty underwear, Gojo,” you forced out, cheeks burning. “I'm... I'm a filthy underwear sniffer”

He laughed, short and cruel. “Fuck, that was good. And I know you are wet” Without warning, his free hand reached between your legs, fingers rubbing over your drenched panties. He groaned softly. “Dripping. All from my sweaty underwear?Pathetic.”

Gojo pushed you back onto the bed, climbing over you. The towel slipped off his hips, revealing his half-hard cock already twitching. He dangled the underwear right over your face.

“Open your mouth.”

You obeyed. He stuffed the crotch of his underwear between your lips, making you taste him, and then pulled the rest of the underwear over your face.

"Dressed for the occasion," he mockingly said. "Keep tasting and smelling me while I fuck you stupid."

Again, the familiar feeling of humiliation mixed with arousal burned through you.

He yanked your legs apart, sliding his thick length along your slick folds, teasing your entrance. Dragging his tip very slowly over your core.

“Look at you,” he said in a low voice, eyes dark with lust. “Caught red handed, humiliated, and still whimpering for my cock.”

With one hard thrust, he buried himself deeply inside you. You moaned loudly around his underwear as he started fucking you with long, merciless strokes.

“Sniff deeper,” he growled, pushing the fabric harder against your face. “You like it, don't you? Filthy slut.”

Gojo didn't relent until you came shaking and sobbing around him, his name muffled against his sweaty underwear.

After the high of the orgasm had passed Gojo pulled you into an embrace, a playful smile on his face and his eyes fondly looking at you.

You couldn't help but smile back.

[the-hearts-wants]

Gojo turns you into a footstool

cw: pure smut, humliation/degradation, praise, forniphilia(human furniture)

“Such a good girl.” Gojo said to you, the usual smirk on his face.

You were naked on all fours, looking up at Gojo, fully clothed, legs spread wide open on his chair. You felt shame course through your body, but it was accompanied by a lot more intense arousal.

“Thank you.” You replied, in a soft voice.

“Come closer.” Gojo commanded, spreading his legs open.

You gulped and slowly started to crawled towards him on all fours.

“Squat” Gojo said, after you reached the front of his chair

You immediately got on your haunches, even though you felt the intensity of shame increase in this new position.

“So obedient. Good girl.” Gojo patted your head.

“Thank you so much” You replied, your happiness from his praise seeping into your voice.

Gojo then reached down in between your legs. His fingers finding your core and slowly moving in circles.

“Wet from this alone? You like being obedient so much?”

You blushed and looked away from his smirk, his fingers still making you tremble.

“Maybe I should reward you.” He said just as his fingers found your clit.

“Yes, please.” You moaned.

“Face away from me, face down, ass up.” Gojo’s voice was soft but firm.

You hurried to position your body just as he wanted. Excited to feel him inside you.

“Now, spread your cheeks open with your hands.”

The wave of shame returned with a splash, but just as before the wave of arousal was bigger.

Your face burned with humiliation and raw need as you obeyed, fingers digging into your soft flesh to pull yourself open. The cool air hit your dripping pussy and tight little hole, making you clench around nothing. You were completely exposed, trembling on all fours while he sat back in his chair like a king.

“Look at you… so fucking wet it’s dripping down your thighs. My obedient little slut. You really would do anything for my cock, wouldn’t you?”

“Yes…” you whimpered, desperate with need.

But then instead of feeling his cock entering you, you felt his foot on your back. Gojo put one heavy boot on top of the other, both resting on your back.

“Gojo…” You started, looking over your shoulders, but were interrupted.

“I am sure you don’t mind if I rest for a bit, right?”

“N-no” your dejected reply came through.

“Don’t you dare move those hands off your cheeks.” He said leaning back in his chair.

From then on, every second felt like a minute. Your pussy throbbed painfully. It was soaked, dripping down your inner thighs, your clit swollen and begging for any kind of touch.

Every shift of Gojo’s weight sent fresh sparks through you.

After what seemed like an eternity, you finally heard it.

The sound of Gojo’s zipper coming down.

That was enough to make a low moan escape your mouth and make your pussy clench.

“That’s my girl, so good for me.” Gojo said in a low voice. You could hear the unmistakable arousal that tinted his words.

“Here’s you reward” Gojo growled and you felt his cock's tip against your pussy.

“Thank y-” before you could complete your sentence, Gojo gripped your hips and thrust into you. You lost your words, an incoherent sound taking their place.

"You have earned it."