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[zevxdev]

am i delusional for hoping my future hubby embodies all the traits of gojo satoru, jean kirstein, and reiner braun into one person irl

[earth2kittie]

gojo loves kissing you to sleep. it’s nothing better than having you wrapped up against him with the scent of vanilla and coconut clinging to your skin after your shower. with your head laying underneath his armpit because you claim that’s where your most comfortable but he notices the sounds of you sniffing him quietly.

his lips would start kissing at your temple. tender and gentle because if he kissed you too roughly you’ll get riled up. then his kisses would trail down your face to your eye lids. the brush of your lashes against his lips tickled, and he’d smile against your eyes. after your eyelids it’s your cheeks, your jaw, the corner of your lips. he can feel you smirking.

always.

because next is your favorite part.

his fingers would take hold of your chin and coax your face closer so he could look into your eyes. glassy, hooded and beautiful. your pupils so round, he could’ve sworn they were shaped like the moon outside the window. “my beautiful, sweet girl.” he’d whisper and then press his lips against yours. soft as he sucked onto your bottom lip, and released it, pressing another kiss just as gentle. his calloused hand came to cradle the back space between your head and your neck. keeping you there against him. your arms wrapped around his neck, fingers tangling in his snow white hair.

satoru broke away from you finally, breathing in much needed air. your chest against his heaved, a whine leaving your now pouting lips. you leaned up, brushing your nose against his. he knew you wanted more, you always do. so he captured your lips once more. devouring every gasp, and sound you made. satoru kissed you like he needed the very air you breathed. his free hand not cradling your head, trailed down your waist and around your lower back to pull you closer to him. so that now you were flushed together, no space in between you just how he liked it.

he could feel your hands began to loosen their hold on his hair. your pants started to even out, and your kisses grew slower, languid. he knew you were just shying away from succumbing to sleep right then and there. so with one final audible wet muaw, he parted his swollen lips from your own.

and satoru watched as you curled your face into his neck, humming in contentment. his hand cradling your head moved to caress your cheek. willing you away from him and to the beautiful land of dreams where’d you’d reunite with satoru somewhere in a field of flowers.

because no matter what, in every life, in every dream and nightmare, in the middle of a battle with curses, you and satoru knew you’d always be right in his arms. kissing each other to sleep or awake like a ritual of ultimate love.

ohhh to be loved like this (˶˃ᆺ˂˶)

[softaestluv]

Ghost desperately needs to fuck his client. (You)

tags | plug! Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley x reader, smoking, weed, smut, vaginal fingering, riding, creampie, not edited, brain worm I had

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The first time you ever bought from Ghost you were wearing a skirt way too short to be socially acceptable, stumbling to his beat-up car with a drunk smile plastered on your face. He remembers it all a little too clearly, the way you leaned into the passenger window, smelling like tequila and the minty mouthwash you used to try and cover the smell up.

“Hi.” You giggled.

“Hi.” He responded, raising his eyebrow at you.

“Um, my friends over there,” You pointed to a group of girls across the street, “Dared me to come buy some off you.”

He stared at you without responding, and there was a long pause of silence before your smile dropped into something smaller.

“Wait? Do you not sell?” You covered your mouth, “Oh my gosh that’s so embarrassing, they told me they bought from you before!”

“Relax, bird. I do.”

“Oh! Great, that’s great. Um, how much for an eighth?”

“On the house.” He smirked, digging through the back of his car.

“What?”

“First time buyer, gotta guarantee you like it.”

You caught the bag he tossed you with a shy smile on your face, humming. “Okay, thank you!”

Ghost watched you jog to your friends after that, holding the bag out to them with a proud smirk.

The next time you bought from him, you were all by yourself, jean shorts showing off your pretty legs.

“Hi.”

He chuckled, “You’re back.”

You leaned into the window, low-cut shirt clinging to the swell of your breasts.

“I am.” You smiled, “How much for an eighth this time, for real?’

“Already have some pre-rolls, you can just have ‘em.”

“Huh? No, I didn’t pay you last time!”

“No one ever wants the pre-rolls anyway,” He shrugs, he lies. “They’re cherry flavored.”

That sparks your interest, “Really? I didn’t know they did that.”

You hand him your phone then, “Put your number in, yeah? So, I don’t have to hope to randomly run into you to buy more.”

When he hands the phone back you laugh after reading the contact name, “Ghost? That’s your drug dealer name? Really?”

“Do you want free weed or not?”

You laugh louder this time, “Yes! Yes! I was just teasing. Thank you!”

You text him two weeks later, a stupid meme at that with beady eyes, ‘more, please sir?’

He hates the way it makes the corners of his lips twitch.

He’s mobile that day, and you send him your address with one too many exclamation marks tagged on the end. You run out in leggings and slippers, a giddy smile on your lips.

“Hi.”

He laughs, “Hi, bird.”

“I liked the pre-rolls!” You say excitedly, leaning into the window, “Never had those before.”

“Yeah? What you need today?”

“You have any more?”

He frowns a little, “Get in with me, I’ll roll you some.”

You open his passenger side door too willingly, “Oh good. I don’t know how to roll,” You confess, “My friends usually do it for me.”

His mouth dips into a smirk, “Yeah? ‘Ts not that hard, watch.”

You lean closer, eyes wide like he’s actually teaching you valuable information and not how to roll a joint.

“Gotta make sure to take out all the seeds and stems before you grind it.” You watch him grind it enraptured. “Gotta roll up the tip first, then, wrap the paper tight.”

You nod eagerly.

“Fill it with your flower, roll it upwards with your thumb to make your shape. Then,” He licks across the paper, “Seal it with the glued edge, and twist the tip.”

He holds it out to you, “There you go.”

You take it between your fingers with a soft smile, “Thank you.”

You text him three days later, a picture of a lopsided joint that he definitely didn’t sell you.

‘How’d I do?’

‘Looks like shit.’

‘That’s mean :(‘

‘Come over, let me help.’

‘On my way!’

You show up an hour later, the crooked joint in your hands. You sit on his couch with a frown.

“You know, I didn’t think it came out that bad.”

“Give it here.” He laughs, “You packed it up wayyy too much. Got too much at the end here too, didn’t tap it out.”

Still, he lights it, holding it out for you to smoke. You take it between your fingers, inhaling a small amount before coughing slightly. He smirks at your watery eyes, taking the joint from you to smoke it.

“Sorry,” You say, “I got my lip gloss on it.”

He chuckles, the tip glistening with the gloss, placing it in the corner of his lips, “Doesn’t matter.”

It tastes like your lip gloss. Strawberries and weed.

You take turns smoking it. Simon watches you the whole time, with lidded eyes, focused on the way your pretty lips curl around the joint. The way your chest rises with each inhale, your eyes becoming heavier and heavier, a lazy smile smeared across your lips as you lean closer to him on his old couch.

All he can think about is those lips wrapped around his cock and not the tip of the joint. And he’s definitely rock hard in his sweats, but he doesn’t care if you notice, not when you keep giggling at every bad joke he cracks.

He jerks himself off when you leave, promising you’ll be safe and text him when you get home. He finishes when your message pops at the top of his screen ‘made it safe :)’

He invites you over himself a week later because he’s got random inventory, he ordered them himself, of strawberry wraps and he’s certain you’ll like them.

You do like them. You’re melted into his couch, blinking lazily at him.

“How come you never charge me?” It’s a whisper.

He looks at you, the room dizzy with smoke and your pretty gaze.

“Never make pretty girls pay.”

“Oh?” You sound disappointed, “So, you give it free to other girls?”

He shakes his head, “Just you.”

You squint, “Are you only giving me free weed so you can get a lay?”

He smirks, “Is it working?”

You scoff, smacking him in the shoulder, “Unbelievable.”

He catches your wrist.

“You giving it to my friends for free too?”

“Careful,” He smirks, “You’re starting to sound jealous.”

You roll your eyes, trying to pull away from him. He keeps you close, tugging you into his lap so fast you have no choice but to slip onto his thighs. You don’t look at him, eyes focused to the side.

“Just you.”

You peer down at him then, “Huh?”

His fingers find your cheek, still burning from the embers of the joint, “You’re the only one I don’t charge.”

“Yeah?” You whisper.

“C’mere already.” He murmurs, pulling you down to kiss him.

You make a noise of surprise, like you hadn’t expected your smoke sessions to lead to this, with his cock pressed between your thighs eagerly, grip on your chin and hip to keep you close to him.

You kiss him back earnestly, smaller hands finding his shoulders. He loves it, fuck he loves the way your hands shake against his skin, the vibrations that leave your chest and fill his. He’s been dreaming about this since the moment you walked over in your tiny skirt.

Your bottom lip pops away from his, glistening with his saliva and not the lip gloss you insist on wearing.

“Wanted you to do that for ages.”

He chuckles against your lips, “Yeah?”

Your hips grind against his then, “Only reason my friends made me go was because I wouldn’t shut up about how hot you were.”

He presses his teeth against your neck, fingers making quick work of your belt and pants. “Came over with your ass and tits out, been jerking off to the memory ever since.”

You inhale sharply, “Fuck.”

Your eyes flutter when his fingers find your cunt, squelching with the sound of your arousal. He dips one finger in, drawing a whimper from you, and god you’re so fucking warm. The weeds got you nice and lax, a small grin on your lips as he coaxes you with one thick finger and he's sure he's never wanted to fuck someone more.

Your grin turns into a broken cry when he adds another, lips quivering around the shape of his name. Ghost. Ghost?

His thumbs already on your lips, gaze strong on you, “Simon.”

You nod in quiet understanding, “Simon.”

There’s a sticky strip of arousal that clings to your panties when he slides them off your thighs and it takes everything in him not to bury his face below and smell.

You scramble to his sweats, tugging them down impatiently. He lifts his hips willingly, lets his strained cock smack against his abdomen angrily. You lick your lips when you see it, eyes wide at the sight.

He grips it by the base, thumb coming up to wipe at the precum spilling from the tip.

“Oh my god.” You groan, “Let me ride you, please.”

He slides lower on the couch, tapping your hips casually in agreement like he hadn’t been picturing you on top of him for weeks, “Go on.”

You rise to your knees above him, shaking hand grabbing his cock so lightly it makes his eyes flutter. You glide his tip along your seams until it snags at your entrance, and you make a soft noise when he pops through. You slide down eagerly as much as he holds your hips and grits through his teeth to take it slow.

Your head falls to his shoulder when you sink to the base, his head rolling to the back of the couch because you’re so fucking warm and tight, and the weed definitely isn’t helping because he’s feeling everything ten times worse.

And when you lift your hips, he swears he sees heaven between your thighs when you drop back down and your pussy makes an obscene squelch.

You bury your face in his neck, arms around his shoulders and just fucking go at it. Ass slamming against his so fast the room echoes with each slap. You whine high-pitched with each thrust like you aren’t the one setting the pace, like you aren’t the fucking yourself raw around his cock.

“Jesus, bird, slow down.” He grunts, fingers dimpling your skin.

He says it because your legs are shaking and there’s sweat beading on your chest, whimpers falling from your lips endlessly, but more so because he doesn’t want it to end this soon. When he hasn’t even laid you back properly to fuck you the way he had hoped.

You don’t listen well.

You just keep sloppily fucking yourself onto his cock because you’ve found the sweet spot, the one that has you on the brink of an orgasm.

His lips on your neck do it for you, your toes curling into his shitty ass couch when you break. You soak his balls then, pussy clenching so tight around him he has to bite down on his cheek so he doesn’t bust.

He’s already moving you to your back, finding a home between your thighs when you come back down. You don’t even argue, like the perfect thing you are, folding your own legs to his shoulders, and arching into the couch.

He slides in slow, and your pussy spreads for him so prettily.

“Fuck,” he drawls, “Listen to her, just fuckin dying for me to fuck her.”

You whine loud at that, hips bucking to get him to move. He doesn’t wait a second longer, thrusts so hard into you, you feel it in your toes and your legs straighten out in shock.

He fucks you slow and hard, pace languid from the weed pulsing in his veins. You like it, at least he thinks you do from the way you keep writhing under him, the beginning syllables of his name broken on your lips between every thrust.

When he leans forward, pressing your knees to your shoulders, you gasp in shock from the stretch, but then his tip snags against that spot in your cunt that melts your brain into mush, and your eyes just roll into the back of your head.

He smirks proudly, bullying his length against that spot until you’re pushing at hips, murmuring something along the lines that it’s too much.

He doesn’t stop.

You pulse around him when you cum a second time, sweet voice ripped from your throat, and turned into blinded pleasure when he stamps his thumb against your swollen clit. Your feet tense at his shoulders, fingers tight against the cushions.

He finishes inside of you then, head falling to your shoulder with a deep groan, hips fucking into you with each pump.

“Best free weed ever.”

[mrsblaileen]

You’ve worn your boyfriend Sukuna to the bone, so your other boyfriend Toji takes over.

warnings. fem!reader/tojikuna, threesome, multiple orgasms, piv, kissing, creampie, overstim, ovulation, switch!toji if you squint, dom!sukuna. nsfw 18+ mdni. mlist

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The first thing Toji noticed when he stepped through the front door was the heat. A subtle humidity lacing the air like the sweet lingering remnants of perfume. There was your lotion, sweet and familiar, and the smell of fresh sweat, layered with something primal and musky - the smell of sex.

The second thing he noticed was Sukuna, splayed over the couch like he’d just run a marathon. Tank top soaked through and sweatpants riddled with little damp patches, dotted across the fabric like stray petals. Toji’s gaze dipped without bothering to hide the way he was blatantly staring at Sukuna’s chest, at the heaving pecs peeking out from his neckline, eyes tracking the little bead of sweat beginning to trail a hot path down the center.

“What’s your problem?” Came Toji’s eventual greeting as he paused by the door, tearing his eyes away just to sling his gym bag over the hook there before continuing into the room, water bottle clasped in his hand.

Sukuna glared in reply, and if Toji were anyone else he might have actually felt intimidated by the sight. But with the way the other man was panting, pink tufts of hair stuck every which way and slicked with sweat, he didn’t paint a particularly scary image. In fact the only sensation the sight triggered within Toji was a mild amusement, alongside a tiny spark of heat low and betraying in his belly.

“I’ve already had her four times,” Sukuna grunted, “the brats insatiable.”

Toji snorted mid sip of water, eyes leaving the couch to instead peer through the half opened doorway to the bedroom, where he managed to catch only a glimpse of your bare leg through the crack. From the looks of it you were naked - splayed over the sheets, hair probably still a little damp from the shower, skin lacquered with lotion, half washed away with sweat by now.

“What, she ovulating or something?” Toji wondered aloud, lowering the bottle to once again catch Sukuna’s gaze over the metal rim.

The other man crossed his arms unceremoniously across his chest, and Toji watched the tendons jump in the winding muscle of his forearms as he shrugged.

“That or she’s in heat, damn near milked me dry.” He grumbled, brows knitted, working a mean line between them. If you were here you’d reprimand him for such an expression, crawl over the couch and run your thumb between his salmon brows until the lines wore smooth, or until Sukuna grew bored and wrapped a hand around your wrist to flip you onto the cushions instead.

Toji laughed then, the sound rough and graveled like tattered velvet.

“Seriously?” He scoffed, lips spread into a sly grin as he licked stray droplets from them, “had to tap out did ya’ Ryomen?”

Sukuna’s scowl only deepened, soured now with genuine irritation.

“Just be grateful I wore her out for you,” he spat, “and watch your tone, or it’ll be you spread eagle and whining for more cock next, Fushiguro.”

Toji chuckled again as he screwed the lid of his bottle on tight, the motion accented with a metallic ‘squeak!’ before he tossed it toward Sukuna, hard enough that he heard the fleshy impact when the other man’s hand shot out to catch it.

“Yeah yeah,” he mused, moving past the couch to instead push through the bedroom door, which creaked beneath the effort, “drink some fuckin’ water and get outta my way.”

If he were being honest, when he’d left for the gym that morning he’d been hoping for this exact scenario. Toji knew you - or at least your cycle - well enough to know that you’d wake up needy and leaking, and he knew Sukuna well enough to know he wouldn’t be able to resist the sight of you humping his thigh like a dog in heat for very long. So he’d left without a word just as the sun kissed the horizon, and he’d been half hard in his sweats since his second rep just thinking about it.

If the living room was warm, the air within the bedroom was stifling. But it wasn’t the heat or the sticky sweet scent that knocked the air from Toji’s lungs on entry, no. It was the sight of you - limbs splayed over the mattress, hair messed and wild where your head was tucked between the pillows. Your jaw lifted back far enough to expose the long column of your throat, giving Toji a stellar view of the dark sucking marks peppered there, indents of teeth that he was sure would melt into bruises by the evening.

Toji took in the sight indulgently - paused in the doorway, a lone hand already trailing its way down the curve of his stomach, teasing until his fingers curled over the bulge forming there. He squeezed once and shivered, reveling in the immediate relief that sizzled over his body like a splash of ice water.

He could feel the weight of Sukuna’s gaze piercing into the back of his skull like the promise of a snipers sight. He didn’t indulge the urge to peer over his shoulder and meet that heated gaze, instead he let his hand drop to his side and pressed a knee into the mattress.

You didn’t move, didn’t speak or even open your eyes when he crawled over the sheets, crowding your space like a panther sliding atop its snagged prey.

His hand met the curve of your waist, skin soft and warm beneath his palm, layer of sweat sticking you lightly to him. He trailed one hand downward over the curve of your belly, the other grazed feather-soft over the slopes of your breasts, pausing to pinch gently at either nipple, perked and willing in his hands.

“You’re soaked sweetheart,” he mused when his fingers finally dipped between your thighs, which gave way to him easily, spreading to make room for his forearm to slot between. He moved slowly, palming soft and teasing over your mound and listening to you mumble mindlessly below him.

You whined something unintelligible in reply, voice nothing but a high pitched whimper, crackled like shattered glass.

With a chuckle, he leaned down and craned his head until his ear rested level with your mouth.

“What’s that sweetheart?” He questioned, head tilted to listen.

You swallowed, hard and dry, and licked your lips before you spoke again. Another croaked string of words hit his ear, a touch clearer this time. He realized then that you weren’t mumbling gibberish at all, you were begging.

“More, more, need more, please ‘kuna, please jus’ one more…”

Toji chuckled and lifted his head back to study you again - he found your eyes still closed, brows now knitted into an expression that was decidedly desperate.

“Old Ryo’ couldn’t keep up, huh?” He mused, hands lifted from your body to instead press into the mattress either side of your head, leveraging the weight of him as he slotted himself properly between your thighs.

You offered a gentle huff in reply, eyelids feeling much too heavy to bother opening. Your limbs felt numb, tingling with residual little sizzles of pleasure.

“Don’t worry doll, ‘m here now.”

Toji didn’t waste time working you open or teasing you with the brush of his lips or gentle caresses, no. He simply slipped his shirt over his head and tossed it sideways. His thumb hooked over his waistband, tugged down to let his length spring free and slap hard and raw against you.

The sensation was enough to have his lips parting around a shuddered breath. You felt like heaven - like slick molten silk kissing each bumped ridge as he rutted through your swollen folds. You jolted when he shifted, hard inches rubbing over your clit, still singing with over stimulation.

He grinned and lowered a thumb to pet at your entrance, leaking slick and dribbles of what he was sure was Sukuna’s spend. He traced your rim beneath the head of his cock slowly, smearing the milky little pearls gathered there and wondering just how many loads Sukuna had managed to stuff inside you before he’d finally tapped out. The thought made his breath catch, and sent another sizzle of heat straight to his throbbing cock.

“C’mon, look at me now,” Toji cooed, watching the way any semblance of coherency on your face melted away when he finally pressed down, sinking inside with a single dizzying press of his hips - testament to just how soaked and used you really were.

It was enough to make your eyes roll behind your lids, fluttering with the delicious sting of being stretched open again. Toji treated you with shallow little thrusts. The hair at his base tickling your clit, thick veins pulsing against your rubbed raw walls where Sukuna had pounded you until you cried, until you bruised. And yet despite the pain, the ache - that needling little bud of desire still burned just as hotly as when you’d first awoken that day, stoking the fire in your belly and dribbling lava hot between your aching thighs.

“Oh, oh…” you moaned dumbly, lashes twitching as you finally lifted them and tried to blink away the layer of hazy film that had settled there. Your mind felt fuzzy, vacant. Drunk on the sensation of being stuffed utterly full once again.

“There she is,” Toji soothed.

“‘Ji, it’s you…” came your delayed greeting, nothing more than a breathy whine, “need’t cum, need to cum again, please…”

“Again?” Toji echoed in faux surprise, hips slowing to a torturous roll, “that’s a little greedy of you, don’t you think?”

“Incredibly greedy,” a distant voice interrupted, flat and deep and utterly serious.

Toji tilted his head back just enough to catch sight of Sukuna’s broad form filling the doorway, looking more like the hired security than someone who actually lived there. Toji peered through strands of ink black hair at the big hand that was beginning to dip beneath the waistband of Sukuna’s sweats, palming lazily at the considerable bulge there. Sukuna’s gaze was equally heavy and heated, lowered past the curve of Toji’s spine to track the way your hole was stretching around his thickness.

Toji swallowed, took a final glance at the sight of Sukuna beginning to work his length free from his boxers. His eyes stuck on the exposed slip of tan skin where Sukuna had tugged his shirt upward, the spatter of hair dusted there, before he turned his attention back to you.

“Haven’t even asked how my day was yet, and here you are begging me to make this needy pussy cum,” Toji teased, “and after Ryo’ took such good care of you too.”

“Please,” you cried, shaking your head furiously against the damp pillows crumpled either side of you, “please don’t tease me.”

“Aw I’m sorry sweetheart,” Toji cooed, voice dripping thick with mock concern, “you just need it real bad, huh?”

The delicate shallow thrusts he had been nursing you with suddenly shifted, turned to long pulls smacked back inside hard enough that you felt the tip of him kiss somewhere deep and delicate. Each buck had your legs quivering, and a sharp little shock of pain and pleasure in equal measure sizzling over your skin.

You were lucid enough only to know that he was moving, slow methodical thrusts that felt achingly tender. Each twitch of his worked muscle was purposeful, each motion entirely controlled and aimed to break you apart.

“Shh, just feel it. You feel me, right baby? Nice ‘n deep.” The words were sin incarnate, purred right into your ear.

You were nodding before you could think, slurring a string of unintelligible words alongside breathy cries of his name, strung together like a prayer.

“Deep… deeper…”

The scent of him was intoxicating, dizzying. The sharp sting of fresh sweat and his own familiar woody musk was enough to have you lifting your trembling legs just to hook a heel over his hip and tug him closer.

“Finally knocked all the brains outta you, huh?” Toji teased, “That’s alright, don’t need to think. Just keep squeezin’ this pretty little pussy around me, yeah?”

One of your hands fled the sheets to instead grasp at one of Toji’s bare shoulders, fingers digging into the muscle there.

“Kiss me,” you panted, blinking up at him with wide wet eyes, blown black and glossy with need, “oh, hng-… please Toji…”

Toji didn’t bother with a reply, instead he simply dipped his head and captured your lips in a kiss so sudden you barely had the wherewithal to suck in a lungful of air before he was swiping any lingering thoughts away with the hot slide of his tongue.

You melted into the touch, letting the roll of his jaw guide your movements - moaning in surprise when his teeth nipped at your cracked lower lip, your grip on his shoulder tightening when his tongue met yours.

When you finally split apart you were sufficiently softened by the blend of his sweet kisses and the steady rock of his hips, brain humming quietly like the static of a tv set to a dead channel.

“Good?” Toji questioned, head tilting.

You just nodded, struggling to keep you gaze affixed on the inky strands of hair slipping over Toji’s forehead, that was until a sudden blur of colour crept into the edge of your vision.

“Oi, what are you?-…”

You watched, motion a little delayed, as Sukuna’s hand slid across the back of Toji’s neck. Toji’s eyes widened an inch, looking genuinely shocked for just a moment before Sukuna’s grip tightened, firm hand forcing his head upward until they finally met in a rough crashing of lips.

Peering up you simply watched, entranced, at the slide of pink tongue between sticky sweet flutters of your lashes. Eyes caught on the way Toji’s brows lifted and his hips stuttered just a little when Sukuna’s hand tightened into a fist at his nape, strands of silky black hair sticking wayward through his thick fingers.

Toji grunted into the kiss, rougher now - a tumble of teeth and tongue in stark contrast to the slow rhythm of the embrace you had shared. One of Toji’s hands curled over your hip, thumb mindlessly tracing the bone there. The other found Sukuna’s chest, grasping a handful of fabric before he was shoving the other man backwards.

You watched a glittering thread of spit link them for a moment before it split, and you must have clenched at the obscene sight because Toji made a choked sound above you, falling into the sensation a little like he were suddenly made of jelly.

“Fuck sweetheart,” he panted, lips glossed as he dug a fist into the mattress beside your head, “that’s it, just like that.”

His thrusts didn’t slow or soften, but they felt sloppier somehow, and when you blinked upward you realized why. Sukuna had stepped in behind Toji, plump chest pressed to his back, massive hand still curled around his nape, thumb rubbing soothing little shapes there. His head turned inward, lips pressed to the delicate little strip behind Toji’s ear, breathing so close you could see the speckle of goosebumps begin to prickle over Toji’s skin.

“C’mon Fushiguro,” Sukuna purred, quiet enough that you could barely hear the sweet syrupy words, “don’t get soft on me now.”

Dazed, you watched Sukuna raise a spare hand to his lips, thumb pressed against tongue beneath the glint of pearly canines before he reached past Toji’s hips and tucked it between your thighs. You jerked at the sudden contact, the searing heat of his slick thumb, calloused and rough and perfect against your abused clit.

“Bastard…” Toji gritted, breaths coming ragged now, panting between barely masked grunts of pleasure as his head dipped beneath the weight of the palm at his nape. His gaze was glassy, glued to where you were clamping around him, where your slick was painting the dark curls at his belly white.

Sukuna only grinned in reply, and you could hear the lazy glee lacing his tone with his next words, thumb still rolling over your twitching nub as you writhed beneath his touch.

“Go on now,” he rumbled, low and filthy over the shell of Toji’s ear, and you swore you felt Toji twitch in response. “make the pretty girl cum.”

You could feel it, the looming buzz of your orgasm, curling like the crest of a wave, hot and tight in your belly like the slow cinching of a knot.

“Close ‘ji…’m close,” you slurred, “gonna… hn!- ‘m gonna…”

“I’m right here sweetheart,” Toji was groaning now, shivering a little as the hand at his nape tightened once more. His thrusts were wild - wide sloppy pumps driven haphazardly into the slick mess between your thighs. Sukuna’s thumb continued its assault, drawing steady heart shapes over your clit, right above where Toji was busy splitting you open.

“C’mon princess,” Toji pleaded, words accented with a kicking throb that you felt all the way in your gut, “give it to me.”

You let your eyelids fall shut, squeezed tightly against the way your vision was beginning to blur at the edges. Senses dulled, sounds and scents becoming more and more distant with each second of rising pleasure until suddenly the knot snapped, and you were unraveling along with it.

Toji cursed somewhere beyond the numbed blackness of your senses, and alongside it you felt a flood of heat and the familiar twitching pulse of him as he filled you. Firm hands gripped your waist like an anchor, holding you in place as you squirmed against his final stuttered humps, wracked with unending wave after wave of white hot pleasure.

“Shh, that’s it, that’s a good girl…” Toji was cooing into your ear, forehead pressed to the pillow, only hair tickling your cheek.

The words were a salve, a balm smoothed over your mind until all that was left was the honeyed buzz of pleasure.

You sucked in a shaky breath and realized along with it that you were crying, cheeks soaked and salted with fresh tears. You let your limbs fall, limp and exhausted against the sheets. A subtle ache was beginning to settle in your muscles, in your bones, and yet beneath it all you still felt it - that itch deep inside, like an unending, desirous pit.

“More…” you croaked, voice utterly broken despite your pleading.

Toji scoffed somewhere above you - sounding equal parts shocked and proud at your incessant appetite. You heard the distant thump of approaching footfalls, followed by the telltale creak of a knee digging into the mattress before the bed was dipping beneath a considerable weight, and you felt Toji slip out with a slick sucking sound.

“Move Fushiguro, think I just got my second wind.”

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a/n: kinda ahhh drabble while I work on longer fics bc I’m stuck thinking about tojikuna, hope you enjoy anyway <3

[lostinsmut]

two heads is better than one — especially when one of them is trying to show the other what a little masochist you are.

MDNI content warning —> older bfs, polyamory, bad cop toji, good cop nanami, they’re not rlly cops that’s the dynamic. switched roles, ice cube play, squirting, punish - fuck, fingering, p in v, smut, mention of sir / daddy. clit spanking.

"you're too soft on her, she likes being in a bit of pleasurable pain." toji looked at nanami who was sat across from you two. 

whenever they drank their whiskey their favourite toy to play with was you obviously. the little sounds you made and how nervous you got like this. your feet on tojis knees. legs spread, your back disappearing in tojis muscular front. 

Your panties in nanamis hands. youre were focused on your panties being inspected by nanami that you didn't even notice tojis hand moving from your waist down to your cunt. you squealed when he slapped your clit but it's quickly got interrupted by a choked out moan that followed when his index finger lazily drawed circles around your clit. 

nanami nods softly, eyes moving from your panties-which they never really were on- to your soaking wet cunt, slowly soaking tojis black pants. "See, she enjoys it." toji smirks at your squirming state, because you don't actually try to move away — you knew better then to try grab his wrist, that would get only end with you getting tied up.

Toji would call it revoking your hand privileges; you were his to play with he'd remind you over and over when your hands were bound until you were a sobbing mess. 

so instead of moving you kept them by your side, bawled up into little fists. nails digging into your palms. your pleading eyes looked into nanamis eyes — slightly glassed over from the alcohol they had been drinking.

 Even now, his face comforted you, his curiousity in what tojis was showing him however, didn't. "it seems like she does.. " nanami shook his head in disbelief when he sat back in his chair, one leg folded over the other. "is this why you beg us to take turns instead of fucking you at the same time?" you pouted shaking your head softly emberassed from how straight forward nanami was asking his questions.

He normally didn't speak to you this way.. your hips betrayed you instantly shifting forward towards nanami which only gained you another harsh slap to cunt from Toji. Nanami watched the skin around your poor cunt redden from how big tojis hands were compared to you. 

you tried to focus on anything else, the dim lights. the dark wood that lined tojis home office. Tried not to think of each time Toji had tried to push into your hole while nanami was already balls deep inside, you would beg them to just take turns, though you knew that wasn't what nanami meant.

Sometimes you liked your sessions alone with your boyfriends, nanami in the shower or Toji just after he got home from work. You got secretive about it at times, you were too shy to admit you liked how rough Toji was and how gentle nanami could be. You didn't want either of them to encourage the other to change. They were perfect in their own way and with Toji it was easier not having to admit you loved it. 

Thinking about that only got you thinking about how fiflthy you must look now: half naked, wetness dripping down your thighs onto tojis pants while nanamis stared between your legs like it's was language he could to learn. As if he'd been missing something..

His gaze remained on your glistening cunt, angling himself forward so he could place his elbows on his knees to balance himself while he got a closer look. your skin shivered at his intense eyes, you were used to them but not like this.. 

nanami loved to make love to you, properly and thoroughly at that. he could be busy with it anywhere from 10 minutes to hours. just busy pleasuring you. it got him more drunk then the whiskey did right now. 

but this? it was intriguing to him like a part of your body he didn't know. 

toji made love to you but.. different. rougher. he liked to manhandle you into whatever position he needed to get you and himself off as quick as possible so he could do it ten times more before you passed out. 

each had their ways of making you cum and they didn't shy away from doing it together when they got the chance because that's actually how you ended up in your current situation.. 

in tojis home office in his lap, he sat in his his huge black chair. The one he usually sat at doing his paper work while nanami sat across from you two. 

you didn't exactly know how it had happened anymore.. yesterday when they fucked you they were somewhat arguing about something, toji was. nanami held you while he kissed your shoulder softly a complete contrast to toji saying how you like it rough when nanami told him to calm down. 

you were excited but shocked when toji grabbed you in the evening and perked you up on his lap but now? you were starting to slowly get what this was about... 

he was ruining your sweet nanami! 

"don't lie to him doll," tojis lips hovered over the shell of your ear when he whispered. "tell him how spoiled you are. how you were crying for him a couple nights ago when i kept denying you an orgasm- tell him how much you loved getting your little brain fucked out and i may actually give you an orgasm." It was like the idea had just hit him. 

your heart was pounding in your chest when you looked at nanami, his gaze went from your cunt up to your eyes not moving his head at all to do so. only his eyes. 

your lips trembled when you parted them. this was beyond humiliating.. you enjoyed how gentle nanami was and you didn't want to ruin that.. 

you whined, "please sir, i can't. its different! i- i.. i like how gentle nanami is and i like how..." you gulped. toji hummed encouraging you to finish speaking. 

when you didn't, he smacked you again. your legs closed head thrown back from the pain. "don't you see you spoil her too much nanami? Can't even answer a simple question." 

nanami just nodded sitting back in his chair, hand under his chin like he was thinking. "Maybe she doesn't want to come.." your eyes shot open, nodding again like it would get you anywhere. "yes I do!" It was cute, seeing how desperate you got. with him you had the tendencies to be spoiled indeed, demanding an orgasm rather then begging for one like you were doing right now. 

surely there was a way for him to work you the way toji did in his own way... 

his eyes moved from the glass of whiskey back to your cunt. even with your legs closed the angle you were sitting at showed him your puffy lips pressed together perfectly. 

normally he had all the time in the world for this, to tease you. prep you.

Now he found himself growing impatient?.. 

tojis hands moved quick grabbing both your knees and forcing them apart again. "remember what happened last time you did this? do you want me to get it out?" 

you shook your head frantically. "no,no no I'll be good." you looked at nanami pleadingly, he almost smiled at you, his face softened. This was absolutely adorable.."just listen to us darling, wanna make us proud don't you?" Nanami spoke, your stomach twisted, you really did. even if toji could be mean you did always want to make him proud as-well. 

toji was talking about the metal rod he used last time you refused to keep your legs open for him. he didn't need tools at all, they just made it easier for him. easier to look into your panicked eyes when you went completely immobile in his grasp. 

but you knew too he didn't need tools for that, the idea alone that toji could pick you up right now and fuck you against the wall like he did when you didn't properly listen or obeyed him made you even wetter then you already were. He knew exactly how to use his size against you. 

a lot of what toji did was physically intimidating while nanami got in your head and right now? you were starting to get dizzy from them mixing the two so well. 

"i think i get what you mean, she clenches around nothing every-time your hand moves. " nanami looked at toji before shaking his head a small smirk settling on his lips. you were really enjoying this. "It's like she's expecting it, she's waiting?" Nanami concluded-ish. 

"told you, but it's not me who has to tell you." 

toji moved so his voice was right by your ear once again "is it?"

you closed your eyes tight. "i..i like it nanami-kun.." 

nanami shuddered softly, not that you could tell because your eyes were closed but you were hoping this was it. They got what they wanted.

but toji wasn't that nice- 

or nanami??? 

when you opened your eyes again, it wasn't to see nanamis face it was from the sound of clinging. your eyes followed nanamis hand that dug into his whiskey, he took one ice cube out of his glass to put into his mouth. 

he twirled it around before grabbing it out of his mouth again and leaning forward to your leaking cunt. without a word nanami pressed the ice cube to your clit. you shuddered. "i-it's cold!" 

"it's an ice cube doll, no shit." toji snickered beside you enjoying this a bit too much already. oh he was loving it. seeing that switch flip in his best friend was something he had been trying to make happen for months now since getting with you was amazing. 

it was somewhere a couple months ago toji realised how differently they fucked you even when you were all together. 

and yesterday was what actually caused this. nanami saying he had to be gentler with you when you, little brat you were kept whispering in tojis ear to go harder. 

"wai-" tojis hand covered your mouth, "shut up, don't act like you're not enjoying this you keep grinding your little ass into my cock."

"because it's co-" you mumbled against his hand while still moving because his large hand nearly covered half your face. toji understood and moved his hand slightly lower. nanami was already gone, gone in your hard clit that was throbbing anytime he moved the ice cube over it. your hole that was opening for him, showing your cute little hole, without a second thought he pushed the ice cube into your already sopping wet cunt. 

you relaxed against toji when nanamis warm fingers followed behind the ice cup. your eyes fluttered closed at the sensation. feeling the ice cube press against your walls but more so at the warmth that nanami brought after made you a moaning mess. 

in an ironic way it felt like having sexy with them. toji being the cold pleasure while nanami was your warm satisfaction afterwards. 

"look at her." toji rasped in half a chuckle at how you were already melting faster than that ice cube. 

"mhm, feels good darling?" nanami whispered, his breath fanning over your clit. you moaned into tojis hand which only made nanamis head snap up. "you going to let me hear her?" 

toji removed his hand, amused with how nanami was finally understanding he was right. instead his hand went down to your breasts. His big fingers flicking them almost painfully, he was really trying to hold back. 

you much preferred nanamis way of teasing your nipples his warm tongue gliding along it- 

"ah- wait!" you nearly screamed when toji grabbed an ice cube from his own glass of alcohol then pressed it to your nipple and keeping it there. 

not moving it. 

"you're not giving her enough pain, how can she even feel the pleasure that way nanami. you don't make her appreciate it nearly enough." 

"you think so? i think she clearly appreciates me when she'll be screaming thank you nanami in a minute, maybe we have different versions of appreciation." 

toji only laughed, hand moving to your other nipple to push the ice cube into that one. "maybe but i thought this was about proving she does enjoy it. gotta give her something for her to enjoy it." toji coached on. 

nanami out of annoyance to the fact he heard toji more then you obliged, hand coming down on your clit harshly. you gasped, tears brimming at your eyes a pout forming on your lips. 

"please.." 

nanami didn't ask what, he just gave you that stern stare that told you you had to ask him for what you wanted to receive. "please, again." you moved your hips forward. toji let out a proper laugh, from his stomach you felt it in your back only embarrassing you more but you needed nanamis hands on you no matter what way, even if it meant tojis way. 

"again? hm, is that what you want love? for me to hurt you.." he almost sounded disappointed when his finger rubbed your clit in soft circles. you gasped at the pleasure you finally received and now it felt all tingly from how needy you were and how often they had already spanked your needy cunt. 

you nodded frantically. "Yes, please nanami- please touch me sir. i need you." you whined moving your hips forward further. "whoa there, gonna slip off my lap, little masochist." 

you blushed a deep shade of red, that's when nanami broke. it wasn't tojis teasing it wasn't even yours it was the fact your body was telling him you were enjoying this more then you could tell him out of embarrassment and part of that particular reasoning angered him. 

you feeling embarrassed around him, not toji. him. toji and him didn't compete. it wasn't like that. they were best-friends since children and they had both stepped into a relationship with you at the same time but the fact that toji had noticed this before him just set him off. He had always been the one to take his time pleasuring you how had this gone past him? 

he had spend time being careful not to go too far, spend a good amount of time to make sure he pleasured you in the bestway possible. to send you over edge in a way he hoped only him and toji could but now he found out only toji really did? 

his hand again smacked down on your poor clit, switching from slapping to rubbing it every two seconds until tears properly ran down your cheeks. "she's clenching." he tsked looking at toji behind you, completely avoiding your eyes as if you weren't even really there. 

"wanna know a secret about our pretty girl here?" toji sounded too excited. nanami just hummed pushing a finger inside of you again. "if you spank her little cunt while you fuck her, she starts squirting." 

you watched nanamis face go from interested to a look that almost said challenge accepted..

between spanks and him shoving his fingers inside of you, you were getting lost in the pleasure provided. toji had moved to your neck littering kisses along it while his fingers now softly rubbed your nipples. 

he was being ... gentle??

your mind broke. "such a good girl for us, being so patient, taking everything we give you." toji cooed into your ear. his big hands roaming over your body then back to your nipples just reminding you of the sheer size difference between you two. 

nanami got off his chair onto his knees between yours and tojis legs. his tongue licked little kitten licks onto your clit. 

it was adorable, watching your little clit turn more and more dark in colour from the way it was getting overstimulated by his teasing. 

you pouted. "please nanam-" slap. 

you thrashed in tojis hold but there was no point, you didn't move at all with his strong arms wrapped around you. toji softly chuckled into your ear once more, his voice conniving as it had been this entire evening. "is that what you call him when he's between yours legs baby?" 

you shook your head, you knew better but the roles being switched made you forget it all. "im sorry, please. please sir." you begged hips almost riding into nanamis face which only granted you another slap. 

"you think he's been holding back baby? look at him. he's enjoying this. have i ruined your sweet nanami?" he teased before softly biting onto your ear lobe. 

your eyes were closed from the sensation and tojis deep almost purring voice that you didn't even realise nanami had grabbed another ice cube. dragging it up and down your slit until it fully melted and you were a shivering mess in tojis hold. 

you were already crying, nanami shoved in two fingers curling them up and rocking them in and out of you at a pace that would make you cum in seconds. you were already a sensitive thing from yourself but now? they had already teased you. overstimulated you. smacked you. somehow turned their roles around and made your brain malfunction before they even had the satisfaction of fucking every thought out of you. 

you cried when your orgasm finally hit you, a rope of thank yous falling from your lips then a gasp at how suddenly you were moved. you didn't even have time to process. toji was stood on the other side of the desk now. nanami between your legs. 

their belts buckled and you felt relief flood you finally. you grinding in tojis lap didn't really help and the way you tasted.. it drove nanami insane. 

nanami smacked your cunt again, this time with his cock. he looked up at his best-friend that was rubbing his cock over your face. "don't fuck her face yet," 

you tried to look up to Toji but all you could see was tojis cock. his balls against the top of your head while he mindlessly rubbed his cock over your face. "She has to be punished for not telling me how to properly care for her when asked." Nanami didn't sound as soft as he usually did, his voice sounded like it did when he scolded you, dripping with sternness even when he spoke to Toji. Toji hummed his hand on his hard shaft running it over your face,"hurry it up, my balls hurt." nanami sighed, "you're just as spoiled as her." 

nanami slowly fed your cunt his cock. watching it disappear and slick with your wetness. your legs were over his shoulder already lifted slightly off the desk to ensure he had you at the right angle before he started pounding. 

harder then you had ever experienced from nanami. harder then toji did last night when he told him to slow down. you gasped in shock — hands shooting out to grab nanami only to be harshly pinned down to the desk by toji. "ah ah, you love it baby. don't you love him pounding your cunt like this? wasn't this what you were begging me for last night?" 

you whined, shut up! 

"last night?" nanami questioned. toji only nodded. "begging me to go, harder, harder- harder toji! pleasee!" he mocked you. 

nanami chuckled for the first time, or at least the first time tonight you could recognise. blond hair falling in front of his eyes when he positioned himself deeper inside of you. a guttural groan came from him, his hips snapping into yours with a punishing rhythm. "this what you want?" 

"tell me." you nodded. "yes- yes i do!" 

toji moved his cock from your face only so nanami could see your dazed expression, your lips parted waiting to be fucked as-well but mostly your eyes. 

toji knew exactly how you looked right now. glossy eyes, drool dripping down your chin. he had seen it many times when he fucked you until you were limp, exactly how you wanted him to. 

exactly how you wanted nanami to right now. every thought of your sweet nanami being ruined had long left your head. 

nanami held one hand on your thigh, attempting not to caress you he moved it down to your clit where he smacked it once, twice. in the same rhythm his hips went. 

"let's see how much spoiled brat," spoke through his teeth, the entire desk shook beneath you. your shirt had been long discarded somewhere you couldnt even remember when. your eyes rolled back when you felt pleasure build up and you fully closed your eyes when it was released. 

nanami sped up, hand coming down to spank your little clit repeatedly. With a grin on his face you had never seen before when you opened your eyes half fucked out, "there we go, squirt all over daddy, come on." you closed your eyes again. 

this was toji, not nanami. but nanami was doing it and toji was cooing soft praises into your ear while nanami did so. "there,there. i bet you made him real proud princess. doesn't he look good covered by you. ride it out, move those hips." toji helped you. hands on your hips helping you ride out your high on nanami who was filling you up right after you came. plugging you full, nice and wet for when toji took his turn after fucking your throat. 

your chest rose and fell rapidly from your orgasm, "so this is what you're trying to hide," nanami only came forwards to press a sloppy kiss onto your lips. "I can treat you like a little masochist if that's what you want.. think you can hold on for us tonight? it's gonna be a long one." Nanami kissed you again, hungrily. 

with a weak nod you laid your head down trying to hide your excitement once tojis cock pressed at your lips. "open up, doll." 

Maybe you should've let Toji ruin nanami earlier.. 

Masterlist art cred > @/aransmind toji @/badsamka for nanamis

[aliienangel]

　　 　♯ HE'S A SECRET PERV?!　　..　 𝓼 . gσנσ

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To say Gojo’s apartment is intimidating would be an understatement. Not just in the sense that it’s large and expensive but also because it’s your first time sleeping over. The first full night… alone… with your boyfriend. You’re nervous, the relationship is on the fresher side, and you’re worried about how tonight will go.

If you had to describe the relationship, you’d say you’re still in that stage of trying to be a better version of yourself for the other. You haven’t even gone past second base together, just another thing you’re nervous about tonight. It’s probably showing, you’re lingering awkwardly at the entrance of his home.  

He stops when he realises you have, turning back towards you, “What are you doing?” The overnight bag you’ve brought with you is draped over his left shoulder.

“Sorry,” you smile, “just lost in thought,” slipping your shoes from your feet and walking up to him. You try to take your bag, but he steps back.

“My bag now,” he jokes, walking backwards a bit to make sure you’re following him before spinning and walking off a bit more hastily.

“Hey!” your steps pick up in speed after him, and he breaks into a full run once he hears you on his tail. “Come back here!” Chasing after him now, following him into his room where he’s finally stopped.

As soon as you catch up with him, he drops the bag and raises his hands like you’ve caught him for a crime and he’s surrendering. “I’m innocent.”

His back is facing you still and you can’t help but admire just how large his build is. You approach him carefully. “An innocent man wouldn’t have run.”

“Maybe you’re right.” His head turns to the side and he looks at you, eyes sparkling. “Could you possibly forgive me?”

“I don’t know… you don’t seem awful sorry about stealing from a poor, kind, beautiful, ethereal, sparkling—”

“—Oh! Well, I had no idea I’d slighted someone so important and perfect,” grinning wide at you and slowly turning to face you properly.

You pout like he’s seriously wronged you. “And that’s exactly why I don’t forgive you.”

“What should I do to make it up to you?”

“Hmm…” trying to think of something clever to ask for, a kiss? A little cliché. Dinner? You’re pretty sure you’ll get that either way.  

Just as you’re mulling over your options, he’s suddenly in front of you and picking you up. Quickly dropping you onto his bed with him following after you, his arms caging you in against the very comfortable mattress. Gojo’s eyes on yours are intense, like he’s lost himself for a moment. It has a thrill running through you.

Trying your best to not sound as breathless as you feel when asking, “And what were you hoping for this to accomplish?”

No reply, his eyes flicking to your lips is the only warning you get before he kisses you. It’s more desperate than you were expecting or are used to. One of his hands moving to cradle the side of your face as he kisses you to the point you’re a little dazed.

Doing your very best to meet the ferocity of his lips but falling short, it doesn’t matter though because he’s pulling away to speak, “I’m hoping to make it up to you.”

And because of the fog over your brain, it takes you a second to catch onto what he means, “I—”

He kisses you again, thumb pressing into the hinge of your jaw so your mouth opens to him. Taking the opportunity he created to lick against your tongue. Kiss deep and a bit messy, growing more and more filthy with each passing second. Already, you’re unbelievably worked up, pussy hot and throbbing.

Again though, he pulls back. This time he asks through kisses, “Is it working?”

Humming back, “Huh?” Too lost in the moment to function properly, chasing his lips.

Gojo laughs a little, “I’ll take that as a yes.”

“I’ll forgive you… this time,” your eyes are glassy when you look up into his.

He falters for a moment, like he’s thinking about what he should do next. Then he blinks a few times quick and stands up with a last peck to your lips. “Wanna watch a movie?”

You pull yourself up onto your forearms and watch him curiously, his back is to you, hand rubbing the back of his neck. “Sure, what you got in mind?”

“In the mood for something scary?”

“Does it have to be scary,” flopping back onto the mattress. You don’t even mind scary movies but the ones he picks are… odd.

“Of course not,” he hums, “we can watch whatever you want to.”

Lifting your arms lazily and huffing, “Help me up.”

He approaches you and lifts you up off the bed by your hands without complaint, “You know what you wanna watch?”

“Nope,” you smile up at him, “we’ll figure it out though.”

The both of you end up on the couch after that, your legs resting in his lap as you enjoy one of your favourite films. You’ve seen it a bunch of times and you will continue to watch it every opportunity you get. When it’d appeared on streaming and he said he’d never watched it before, you jumped at the chance to show it to him.

Every now and again, you’ll look over to see if he’s enjoying it. Feeling uncertain because, while his eyes are on the TV, he’s fiddling in his spot. Leg jumping or readjusting every few moments. It has you sitting up to crawl over him just so you can get to the remote.

“What are you doing?” he laughs breathlessly.

You pause the movie and kneel back beside him, “You’re not paying attention.”

“I am! I’m invested like crazy.”

“Tell me what happened in the scene we just watched?” You challenge.

“Uh…” he looks away from you and thinks for too long before saying, “Okay, so maybe I’m a little distracted but it’s not my fault.”

Frown falling over your features as you ask, “Whose fault is it then?”

“Don’t pout,” hands reaching for you, grabbing your face on either side, “you’re so cute.” Planting a soft kiss to your lips.

“I’m not pouting.” It’s not convincing, since he’s squished your face and forced your lips into a pout.

His big hands pinch your cheeks together a little more, completely amused look on his face. “You definitely are but it’s very cute.”

“I’m not trying to be cute.”

“You don’t have to.”

Another kiss to your pouty mouth, and then another, and another. Continuing his onslaught of kisses until he’s deepening it. Grasping the back of your head and tipping you back so he can have better access.

You manage to pant at him, “You can’t distract me too.”

“You gotta let me try first,” lips tracing the line of your jaw.

“You never answered my question.”

“I thought the answer was obvious,” he laughs, mouthing at your neck now.

Whinging half-heartedly at him, “Satoru, this is my favourite movie.”

“I know but you’re my favourite, ever.”

Your arms reach up to wrap around his neck, holding onto him as he leans you back into the couch cushions. Still kissing your neck, softly nipping at you every now and again. Getting more daring and sucking hickeys into your skin as your breaths come heavier.

Stifling down a small whimper to accuse, “Sweet talker.”

“Of course,” his words vibrate through you, “always for you.”

“Satoru,” huffing because his mouth is hot on your skin and his teeth are grazing over where he’s just sucked and you’re very quickly getting dizzy.

“Yes, sweetie?” he mumbles back, attention still very much on where he’s mouthing against you.

“We were supposed to be watching a movie.” And if your complaint comes out half-hearted, that’s because it is.

“I knowww,” he whines, resting his chin on your sternum and looking up at you through his pretty lashes, “but you distracted me.”

Threading your fingers through his hair absentmindedly and replying, “I didn’t do anything.”

“You didn’t have to,” he leans into your touch, enjoying how your nails scratch lightly against his scalp. “Can’t stop thinking about you.”

He’s sweet and his words make your heart skip but you take the opportunity to—not so subtly—guilt trip him. “And that’s why you can’t focus on my favourite movie?”

“I’m sorryy,” his words drag out as he buries his face against you. And then he must get distracted again because he mumbles, “hmm, you smell really good.”

Excitement shocking you as he drags his nose further up your body, eventually nosing into your neck. His breath tickles against your skin as he inhales your scent and you’re reacting to it more than you thought you would.

Hands pushing lightly at his shoulders, “Satoru, stop sniffing me.”

“But you smell so good,” audibly breathing heavier against you.

You’re flushing under him, growing hotter the longer he rests his weight on you and tickles against your sensitive neck. Gojo decides then, that it’s the perfect time to just lick against you. Tongue trailing over your already delicate skin.

The suddenness of it jolts through you and results in a moan pulling from deep inside your chest. A little sound you’d been holding down so well until he’d unintentionally toyed with you. It has him stilling above you and you’re worried you’ve done something wrong, maybe he didn’t like that you’re getting turned on from him showing affection.

Starting to spiral when he does it again, pulling another noise from you because he’s chosen to also nip against you. Feeling hot from arousal and shame, bumbling out, “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to– I don’t know why—”

“—Woah,” he cuts you off with a small laugh, “Why are you apologising?” Moving back so he can look you in the eyes.

Your hands raise to cover your face, muttering out a reply that’s barely audible.

“You know I couldn’t hear that,” you don’t have to peak a look at him to know he’s smiling, you can hear it.

“I’m embarrassed!” words still coming out muffled behind clasped hands.

“Because you moaned?”

“Shut up—”

“—Woe is me,” he starts, “my pretty girlfriend moaned while I was playing with her.” He wraps his hand around your wrist and pries it away from your face, “It’s so weird that she would do that! I mean, all I was doing was making out with her and then teasing her where she was sensitive. Why would she get turned on from that?”

Brows pinching at him, “So, you were doing it on purpose?”

He’s grinning now, “Did I know how sensitive your neck is?” he pauses, “Sort of. Did I know you were going to be that affected?” Another pause, “A guy can hope.” He kisses your cheek, “I also do just think you smell really good though, you getting horny is a bonus.”

The acknowledgement that he’s aware of your growing arousal only makes this harder for you. He’s always been annoyingly observant, especially when it comes to you. “Do you enjoy embarrassing me?”

“A little.” Opening his mouth to bite onto the fat of your cheek, “But that’s just because I really like your reactions.”

“Stop tormenting me, we’re meant to be watching a movie.”

“Sweetie,” his head drops to your collarbone, “I’m way too hard to sit through a movie.”

“What?” You’re a bit surprised, you know you probably shouldn’t be but he’s being a lot more forward than you’re used to and he’s already stopped a heated session once today in favour of a movie.

“I haven’t stopped thinking about you since you stepped foot in my apartment and now you’re all horny under me and moaning over me getting off on smelling you,” his words keep tumbling from him, “there’s no possible way I’m getting through the rest of this movie with you beside me unless I’m touching you the whole time, I barely made it through what we have watched.”

His confessions make you squirm, tummy flipping at the gravity of it all. “What are you gonna do now then?”

“I’m hoping… that my very sweet girlfriend will let me touch her, lots,” leaning up until his lips are on yours and taking your breath away, “because I’m needy for it.”

Not letting him kiss you again as you pretend to be in deep thought, “Hmmm….”

“You’re on a real mean streak today,” he huffs.

“When was I ever mean to you?”

He looks at you for a moment and then, “Don’t be petty by bringing up the past.”

Scoffing at him, “You’re the one who brought it up first!”

“You’re being mean right now by not answering my heartfelt wishes.”

“You’re so hard to keep up with, Satoru.”

Laughing at his silly antics a bit and when he pouts at you because of it, you kiss him again. Lips slotting over his easily as your fingers tug at his hair. It pulls his focus well enough, humming against you as he kisses you back.

He’s impatient this time though, his kisses messy and needy and all the built-up feelings of being forced to sit through a movie without touching you. And then he readjusts so his erection is resting right over your core and you’re gasping. Finally feeling the evidence of his earlier words. How he’s managed to be this hard and still joke around, you have no idea.

The way he kisses you is dizzying. Before Gojo, you had never experienced a kiss that worked you up so carefully. It’s like he knows exactly how to build you up, what exactly about this you enjoy. It feels good, it feels so fucking good. Is this what kissing is supposed to feel like? You’re growing addicted to it, how it feels to be overwhelmed by his lips.

So lost in it that when he pulls back by sucking on your tongue, you moan pitifully. Gojo bristles over top of you, his eyes lighting up. Pecking your mouth again and trying to coax you into kissing him again but you shake your head, mouth shut.

“Come on, pretty,” he almost begs, “open your mouth for me.”

Not replying verbally, “mhm.” He’s only kissed you and you’re moaning and it’s embarrassing.

“but I wanna hear it again.”

He licks your lips and sucks on your lower one, pulling a breath from you that opens your mouth enough to allow him to shove his tongue in. Lewdly licking against you, kissing deep once more just so he can pull back and suck on your tongue the way he did before.

Giving him exactly what he wanted when you whine, eyes glassy as you look up at him. Gojo shudders at the look on your face, his hips digging down into you. The heavy weight of his erection rutting into you that little bit makes your lashes flutter.

Naturally, he does it again, grinding down into you and watching your reactions carefully. His breaths huffed against your own with how he lingers by your mouth. Kissing you every now and again to greedily swallow down a moan of yours. The pair of you devolving into messes the longer he ruts at you like he’s in heat.

Big hand reaching down to grab at your thigh, pulling at you until your legs have opened enough for him to slot his waist in between them. Hard cock now parting your pussy lips through your clothes as he continues to hump you. His aching shaft catching on your clit and making you squirm under him.

His forehead drops to yours, “You’re so pretty like this,” he’s panting but still talking, like it’s so important you know just what he’s thinking. “All horny and shy,” humming at you, “you’re getting over that though, aren’t you? Is dry humping me making you forget how embarrassed you were?”

“Stop talking,” your lips slam onto his, aiming for his silence.

It’s the first time he’s spoken to you like that and it’s doing things to you. Fresh slick dampening your panties the longer his breathless voice spoke to you. He’s always been a bit of a tease but more in an annoying way. Realistically, you should’ve expected him to tease you during your hotter moments together too.

He retorts through kisses, “I like talking.” Moving back so he can speak clearly, “I like talking to you.”

“Well, I don’t like being tormented.”

“Oh… I don’t know if I agree with that, sweetie.” Grinning at you like he knows something you don’t, “You do know you’ve been meeting every one of my thrusts, right?”

And his words have you gaining awareness of your own movements, giving grinds back up into him. Begging for more friction wordlessly, writhing under him and trying to coax him into doing more, touch you more, anything.

You stop though, hips stilling and flat on the couch. It makes Gojo whinge, “Noo, that’s not what I wanted,” his hand moving to your hip and trying to get you to move, his own grinds coming faster, desperate.

The frantic way he’s moving has your lungs stuttering in your chest, choking on a moan. Legs wrapping around his waist and holding on tight, how he’s rutting against your clit making your stomach flip. And as good as it feels, you feel achingly empty at the same time. Hole spasming around nothing as he gets you closer to that delicious edge.

“Satoru– hff– you gotta stop,” head lolling back onto the cushions, pleasantly foggy.

And just as you’re about to cum, he listens and stops moving. Only resting his lower half on you, smiling patiently down at your face. You’re blearily looking back, displeasure apparently written on your features because he says, “You’re the one who asked me to stop.”

“I know that.”

“Wanna tell me why?”

Mumbling back, “Because I was gonna… finish.”

“I was trying to make you cum,” thrusting forward slightly, as a treat.

“In my pants?” You gape.

“Why not? I think it’s hot.”

“Messy.”

He shrugs, “I bet your panties are already a mess anyways.”

And he says it so casually, like it’s not something new for him to talk like that. But it is, it’s new and exciting and you maybe want him to tease you a little more.

His breath by your ear makes you shiver and pulls your attention back to him. Gojo’s words are low and curious, “You gonna let me see?”

“Are you gonna be nice to me?” Lips curving in a coy smile.

“I’m always nice to you, sweetheart.” But the way his eyes dance with mirth tells you he knows he’s bending the truth, tells you he’s not going to be completely nice to you. The hand he has on your waist dips below your pants, asking, “You gonna show me just how messy you’ve gotten?”

You grab his wrist, “Maybe if you ask nicely.”

“Please…” hovering his mouth right over yours, “pretty please let me look at your pussy. I wanna touch you so bad, sweetie. Please.”

Something evil in you is tempted to deny him but the way he’s pleaded has you wanting him more. Accepting his hot kiss before managing out, “Okay, since you begged so sweetly.”

“Mm, thank god.”

Speaking at the exact same time that he’s moving back to tug your pants off completely. It’s head spinning how quickly he gets them off you. Even more so how he kneels back and spreads your legs with his large hands on your inner thighs. Gaze set firmly on your panties, on the damp spot left behind from your arousal.

He’s just staring and it’s almost worse than his teasing grinds. Frustratedly asking, “Having fun?”

“Yeah. Lots of it,” he grins back.

But he catches onto your impatience and strokes a finger between your folds, biting into his lip so he doesn’t whine at just how slick you’ve made the pathetic scrap of clothing. Already so drenched and he’s only been playing with you a little bit, no judgement from him though, it’s got him hot and stiff.

Using the pad of his finger to circle your clit cruelly, not enough pressure to give you what you want. Or it wouldn’t be, but you were so close not that long ago and the direct focus on your sensitive nerves makes your back arch and lips part.

Gojo coos at you, “Look how sensitive you are,” a tiny bit more pressure just to get a bigger reaction, “look at that.”

“Do something about it,” hips bucking upwards.

He sighs happily, “And what do you want me to do?”

“Anything– Satoru, please, just—” frowning when he withdraws his touch and pushes you down by your hip so you can’t writhe against him.

“—Anything?” He can feel how his heart is leaping behind his ribcage. “You’re gonna let me do anything I want to you?”

“If it means you’ll touch me more.” Lashes sticking together from how your eyes have gotten wetter. “Anything.”

“You won’t regret it, sweetheart.”

And then he grabs either side of your panties—fingers wrapping around the waistband—just to tug them upwards forcefully. The material moulding to your pussy obscenely, and with your wetness and the pale colour, they’re almost rendered completely see-through. There’s nothing left to the imagination, and it’s got your skin warming. Trying not to fidget too much as a result, since you did say he could do anything to you and he’s not done much of anything yet.

Gojo can’t help himself, fingers tickling against you. His touch so much more overwhelming now that everything is pressed tight to your delicate skin. Nearly able to trick yourself into thinking he’s directly touching you, his warmth enticing you. The urge to raise your hips and grind into him taking over, only to be snuffed out. His other hand firmly planted on your hip and holding you down.

“I was right,” he rumbles, “you’re all wet and these panties are ruined.”

“They might’ve been fine if you hadn’t– hnn—”

Cut off by him poking at your entrance, material stopping him from doing anything but the taunting to your needy hole makes you weak.

He encourages you—or he mocks you—your fuzzy brain can’t quite tell right now. “‘If I hadn’t’ what, pretty?” Before you speak though, he’s clear, “Say it properly.”

“If you hadn’t– hff– hadn’t pulled my underwear into my– my pussy, they’d be salvageable.”

And when you squeaked out, ‘my pussy’ Gojo’s breath stuttered almost to a complete halt. He can feel the way precum dribbles from the tip of his cock. He wants to hear you say dirtier things; wants to make you say dirtier things.

Gathering himself enough to retort, “I don’t agree.”

The sound of him shuffling down the couch reaches your ears but you barely register what it is he’s doing. Not until he’s between your spread legs and his warm breath is hitting your soaked cunt. On reflex, you close your legs, but it only traps his head between your thighs.

“Jokes on you, sweetheart, I’m into this.”

He nuzzles himself deeper between your legs until his nose is grazing your panties, and then he pushes into you even further, you can hear how he inhales against you. Soft moan leaving him as he does, and you can feel it vibrate through you. You’d wiggle away so he’s not nose deep in your pussy but he’s gripping the outside of your thighs tight to keep them sturdy either side his head.

“Don’t move,” his voice almost cracks with his desperation. Still shamelessly sniffing you, gaining a perverse joy from it.

Familiar words leaving you, “Stop sniffing me, Satoru.”

“But you smell so good,” he reminds. “Good enough to eat.”

Opening his mouth to let his tongue hang, pressing it to your cunt through the thin cotton. Insistently licking at your clit through the material before trailing down to your entrance and doing his best to penetrate without luck. Somehow nosing closer to you in the process, lapping at you crudely.

Your hand is slapping over your mouth as you gasp, stifling down all your needy sounds. Gojo’s too busy devouring you through your panties to complain, getting dizzy himself with how aroused he is. Hips digging into the cushions below him, grinding against them for that little bit of relief.

Messily mouthing at your core, happily suffocating himself between your thighs. Flicking his tongue against your sensitive nerves, the friction from your underwear making your hips fight against him.

He’s ruining you; you’re panting and curling your toes. Previous denied orgasm leaving you so weak to the pleasure. The hand you don’t have on your mouth slides down to hold onto Gojo’s hair, needing to ground yourself with something. Feverous in how he pursues your high, moaning when you accidentally tug at his hair.

The continuous repetition of his movements has you finally cumming for him, fresh slick gushing from you as your hole spasms around nothing. Feeling the ache of emptiness, especially in this moment. Moans too loud to hide behind the hand clasped over your lower face. The release is sweet and welcome but could be so much better if he filled you, if he took your panties off.

And while you’re distracted and floating in the bliss of your high, Gojo sucks the material clinging lewdly to your cunt into his mouth. Savouring the taste of your cum on his tongue as he licks and sucks at the now sopping wet mess that is your cotton panties. If they weren’t ruined before, they certainly are now. Enjoying himself immensely, delighting in the flavour that is you.

As soon as he speaks, your underwear drops from his mouth and he almost regrets having to say anything. “I’m taking these off now, sweetie.”

Your head feels heavy as you look him in the eye, “Please.”

His heart skips a couple beats, “You’re so cute,” then he tears your panties off. Ripping them at the sides to get them off as quickly as possible. Making eye contact with you as he gives one last deep inhale directly to the material itself.

Whinging, “Stop playing with them,” trying to lean up to snatch them away from him but he moves them out of reach.

“Ah,” he tuts at you, “these are mine now,” tucking them into his back pocket. Sneering at him has the opposite effect, it has him getting close to you just to say, “Careful, sweetie, I can only get so horny.”

There’s one word floating in your head regarding him right now—pervert—your boyfriend is a degenerate pervert, and you had no idea. The hazy look of lust overwhelming his features completely. You find yourself wondering just what else he’s into that he’s keeping from you.

“Satoru,” you call to him, gaining his attention on you wholly, “Have you always been a pervert?”

“Maybe,” he replies cryptically with an easy smile, not even bothering to deny it.

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

Shrugging at you, “I didn’t really take any notice until after I met you.” His hands slide under your shirt, slowly pulling it upwards.

“I don’t know if I should be flattered or not,” you laugh.

“I think… you should be lifting your arms so I can take your top off.”

Still a little docile from your recent orgasm and easily listening to him, arms raised over your head so he can undress you the rest of the way. At your bare chest on display, he’s shamelessly staring. A split second later, he’s groping. Kneading your tits between his hands as he rolls your nipples between his index fingers and thumbs.

You hiss at his pinching, “Easy.”

“Mmm, sensitive all over, aren’t you?”

Dropping himself so his head is between your breasts, kissing at your sternum, leaving behind love bites as he nestles himself there. Turning his head to the side so he can kiss your boob, apparently warming you up for his next move. His mouth opening wide to envelop your nipple, sucking and nipping at you, tongue flicking the sensitive bud.

His clothed dick rutting against your bare cunt makes you keen into him, huffing a whine as you wrap your legs around his waist. Feeling sickeningly needy as you grind up against his erection.

Gojo’s huffing out his own small sounds, kissing his way up your body until he can take your lips in his. Making out with you hotly for a moment before departing in such a cruel way, licking over your lips as he goes.

Nipping your lower lip as he informs, “I’m gonna open you up on my fingers now.”

“Good,” boldly stating, “I feel empty.”

He could swear he hears the sound of his own heart breaking, “I know, pretty,” he pouts at you, “I’ll fix it.”

Deft fingers glide down your body, not stopping until they slip through your glistening folds. Gojo chokes on a groan and drops his head, your pussy so creamy he’s overwhelmed. Single finger welcomed easily by your greedy hole, sucking him in and clinging to him desperately. He crooks it upwards just to watch you moan and shudder.

The wet clicking sounds of his digit moving inside your snug cunt makes him restless. Suddenly announcing, “I need to watch this.”

Getting himself back into his previous position, his body no longer over top of yours making you feel somehow more exposed. “No, don’t look.”

“Sweetie…” he laughs breathlessly, “I plan on putting my dick in you, don’t get shy over me watching you take my fingers.”

A bit incoherent in your reply, “Perv– you’re probably– hng– probably gonna like it too much.”

“Oh, I’m absolutely gonna get off to it.”

You’ve not persuaded him to not watch how his fingers fill you. Lecherous grin on his face as he slides another finger in alongside the first, stretching you open on them. His digits leave your hole all shiny and slick from arousal, dripping down into his palm.

“Fuck– you’re so fucking wet.” His other hand holds your left thigh, keeping you spread open for him. Not that you could close your legs anyways, not with him in-between them. He continues, “Baby, you’re killing me here. I’m definitely getting off to this by the way, I’m so goddamn hard my dick hurts.”

Half-heartedly chastising, “Shut up– hng– stop being such a– ah!– perv.”

“But I’m your perv,” he pouts like he’s offended when you both know he’s really not.

Gojo’s mouth is watering as he watches his fingers slip in and out of you repeatedly, lulled into a hypnotic sort of trance. Finding himself further between your legs and stuffing his tongue in alongside his scissoring fingers before he knows it. The addition has you squeaking, moaning loud as he laps at you in time with his digits.

The slurping is obscene and driving you both wild, maybe him more so you. You’re writhing and trying to stifle down your moans. Hand back in his hair like earlier and trying to contain his movements but utterly failing. Gojo is ravenous, turned on and losing his mind. Eyes rolling in his head as you whine all embarrassed and shy like.

“Stop, it’s embarrassing– oh my god—” lashes fluttering and your stomach flipping as his nose digs against your clit.

If his mouth was free, he’d reply ‘I know,’ because he does know and it’s just another thing to turn him on so much that he’s dizzy. But his mouth isn’t free and he’s almost completely certain you’re about to cum again. Moving the hand from your thigh to your lower tummy, pressing down to add delicious pressure that makes your squirming heighten.

“Wait– hng– wait, it feels different– I’ve never– hah– Satoru.” You’re trying to warn him that it feels weird, unfamiliar. You’ve never felt such intense and white hot pleasure before and it’s got you worrying.

On the other hand, Gojo doesn’t seem the least bit concerned. Only speeding up his movements, his usually bright eyes a few shades darker and focused on your face as he continues fucking you with both his fingers and tongue. Spurred on by your pitiful whines, crooking his fingers to hit the sweetest deep spot each time.

Just as you’re about to raise your concerns again, you’re cumming, hard. Orgasm ripping through you and making your head feel like you’re floating. Whole body wracked in shudders as your pussy feels fucking insane. Throbbing hot and dripping around Gojo’s fingers and tongue, making an even bigger mess than before.

Gojo pulls his digits from you first and then sloppily tongue kisses your cunt, if you were to ask, he’d claim he was cleaning up but he’s only making a bigger mess. He’s desperately grinding down into the couch, worse than before. He’s got it so bad right now, his cock pulsing hot in his pants, begging to be touched.

Lazily, you raise your head to look down your body and you’re hit with an overwhelming amount of embarrassment. Gojo’s couch a complete mess, and all ruined with your orgasm, slick leaking into the cushions.

“Oh my god… Satoru, I’m so sorry.”

He’s still busy with tonguing your hole, humming back noncommittally, “Hmm?”

“Stop– hff– stop for a second,” pushing his forehead.

“Sweetie, it’s fine,” he assures, but he looks worse than before. Panting heavily and eyes practically swallowed by his pupils.

“But—”

“—No,” diverting his gaze back to your pussy, “you squirted and it was hot, don’t apologise to me for that.” Glancing back up to you, “Let’s make a bigger mess, yeah?”

“I’ve never…”

“You’ve never squirted before?” grin overtaking his features, “that just for me, huh? Just for your perv boyfriend?”

He’s too happy about his pervert title.

You sulk, “Your couch.”

“I’ll just buy a new one and then you can christen that one by squirting on it too.”

“I hate you,” you grumble, not finding his joke as funny as he does.

“No, you don’t,” he says, “in fact, I think you might like me a whole lot,” and then smiling evilly because he thought of something perverse to say, “your pussy sure does.”

Like a diversion, he’s immediately stripping himself of his shirt, torso stretching out as he pulls it off. Giving you a good view of his toned body that you hazily appreciate in your blissed out state. Forgetting to act annoyed at his comment because of it, something he notices and smirks to himself about.

Stepping off the couch for just a moment, long enough to remove his pants and boxers. Coming back to you with his dick free of its prior restraints and achingly hard. Tip flushed a pretty pink colour and dripping obscene amounts of pre, it beads from the head and drips down onto the couch; as well as traveling down his shaft.

“My eyes are up here, sweetheart.”

Shooting back at him, “Like you’re one to talk.”

“Don’t be petty,” his eyes sparkle. You glare at him and he has the gall to bite his lip and moan at it. “Enough foreplay.”

On his knees between your legs, resting one hand on your inner thigh while the other guides his length to your cunt, gliding it through your slit. Tapping the head against your clit three times and making you jolt about it. Then trailing down to your entrance and slowly stretching you open.

Gojo’s sight is trained on where he’s splitting you open, his breathing stuttered and heart going a million miles a second. His tip is so sensitive and you’re drooling silky, soft and wet on him, he’s light-headed about it. Feeding you more of his cock so slowly that you’re whining at him, but he can’t go any faster. Not only does he want to savour it, but he will cum if he moves too fast.

He’s taking so long and all you want is to feel him hit your womb, feeling antsy now that you’re finally getting filled. Looking at him through the tear drops resting on your eyelashes, taken completely off guard by the sight of him.

“Are you okay, Satoru?” Hand reaching for his face only to be grabbed and taken in his.

Deep blush dusting his cheeks and down to his chest, “I’m– hnn– I’m fucking fantastic, why?”

“You’re bleeding.”

“Hmm?” he tilts his head, confused. And then he feels it, his nose dripping blood onto his mouth, he smiles wide at it.

The sight of him grinning while blood mixes with and stains his teeth shouldn’t be as hot as you find it to be, but it is. Pulsing around him at the image, turned on by his borderline feral depravity. His tongue licks over his front teeth, lazily cleaning the blood.

Rolling his head back to look down his nose at you, “Don’t worry about it, baby.”

“But– hah—”

Shutting you up with a quick, sharp thrust forward. “Oh fuck– hff– I’m fine, sweetheart, you just feel so good.”

You can feel the veins of his dick throbbing inside you, pulsing against your walls. It’s devastating, the thick stretch of him already making you feel faint and the added feel of his own need rendering you useless. Already so full on his cock, wiggling against him a bit. It only makes him grab hold of your hips, hissing through his teeth.

Looking at him and asking, “Is it all in?”

His breathless reply, “is it all—” smiling softly at you, “yeah, basically.”

“Liar,” you pout.

“Yeah,” his smile turning a little devious as he sinks deeper still.

He’s focusing so hard as he keeps moving his hips forward, feeling high strung and on edge. You’re so inviting, loving on him so sweetly. Truly believing he’s like… five seconds away from cumming prematurely. Mustering up every ounce of self-control he has to hold himself back. The urge to thrust with reckless abandon whispering to him like a devil on his shoulder.

When he does finally sit as deep as he can possibly get, pelvis flush to you, he sighs out a whimper. Shudders going down his spine because it’s unbelievable, finally getting you like this is unreal to him. He’s been wanting this for too long, you, all messy and slightly delirious while split open on his cock.

You’re reaching for him, clinging to his hands gripping your hips. He grabs one of your hands and unfurls it with his own, interlocking fingers with you, “You’re being so cute, sweetie.”

“Don’t talk,” you moan back. Focusing hard on adjusting to him, trying to remain calm.

He sulks at you, asking, “Why not?” But when you flutter around him again at the sound of his voice, he knows exactly why not.

Choosing to lower himself down, the hand holding onto yours raising it above your head as he goes, not letting go. Lowering until he’s flush to you, firm body pressed to you completely. Tucking his head by your ear and blowing on it just to tease you that bit more. You whine at it and struggle against him, but when you realise you’re not getting anywhere, you stop.

Glaring at him, “You’re heavy.”

“You like it.” Grinding against you, his tip kissing your womb.

His voice right by your ear is killing you. “Kiss me?”

“Using my distraction technique?” he moves his mouth closer to yours, “copycat.”

And even though he knows you’re baiting him into shutting up for a bit, it works. His kiss imploring and deep, happily swept up in the impromptu distraction. Able to feel how it turns you on more, walls clingy and twitchy on his dick. It has him putting more into the kiss, tongue filling your mouth and playing with yours. Nipping at your bottom lip and licking over it before locking lips with you again.

The metallic taste of his blood is on your tongue, but it doesn’t change the fact that every time he kisses you like this you forget every other kiss you’ve ever experienced. Moaning into his mouth at it and then whimpering because his dick jerked inside you. Taking the opportunity, you wrap your legs around his waist. He slips impossibly deeper because of it.

Gojo sputters a little, lips disconnecting from yours. Choosing instead to rest his forehead against yours as he pants. Eyes glassy and lashes fluttering as he struggles to keep still. You’re confused on why he’s doing that though, since you’re very quickly becoming impatient.

“Are you gonna move?”

“Gimmie a sec,” he sighs.

Your lips purse at him, “Satoru.”

“Baby, if I move now, this is gonna be over real quick.”

So, you stay still too, silently hoping he gets over this soon. Fingers digging into his shoulders because the ache of him sitting so deep inside of you and not doing anything about it has you questioning how on earth, he’s managing to torture you like this.

Not even fully convinced he’s not doing it on purpose, from what you’ve learned so far, it’s a possibility. This thought has you taking it upon yourself to torture him back, rutting your hips upwards into him. Grinding against his pelvis and moaning at how his tip knocks the deepest parts of you.

The action makes Gojo groan, hand speeding to grab your hip tight and stop your movements. The hand holding yours squeezes once in warning before he’s using his heavy weight to pin down your lower half. The look in his eyes telling you that you’ve successfully enticed a reaction you wanted from him.

“You want it that bad?”

“You’ve been making me wait too long.”

“I’m the one who’s been waiting,” he counters. Slowly pulling out of your sopping wet cunt, teeth digging into his lower lip at the feel. “Been waiting to get you in my house, keep you to myself.”

Your back arches at the drag of his cock, jerking because it feels so good. Finally getting what you’ve been waiting for, the ache inside you soothing with his movement. You’re anticipating his next move, the quick plunge of his descent back into your begging cunt.

He coos at you, “Look at that.” Grip on your hip moving to slide under your lower back, keeping you arched up. “So eager…”

Not even realising you’d been holding your breath until he’s easing himself back in, your lungs releasing the air alongside a soft moan. The hand he has still holding yours is what keeps you grounded, head starting to drift off to the clouds.

Gojo whines as he hits balls deep again, your walls so accommodating to him, like you were made for him. The first proper glide in and out and he’s melting into a puddle, the floodgates opening as he gives up on self-control. Beginning to repeatedly thrust his hips, shallow quick movements because he doesn’t want to pull away from how close he is to you.

You’re struggling to consistently take in breaths, overwhelmed by the onslaught of pleasure. Positively creaming around him as he pummels deep, knocking against your womb each time he re-enters. Full range of movements restrained by his hands on you, forced to stay still and be subjected to euphoria that makes you want to run.

“Fuck!– this feels insane,” his mouth drops and small whimpers stutter from him. “You– hng– you have no idea how bad I’ve wanted this.” It’s like he’s lost control of his mouth, revealing things to you he’s been holding back. “Basically– hff– been hard since you got here– oh fuck– that turn you on a little? Knowing your poor boyfriend has been aching since he pinned you down and kissed you until you were a little dumb.”

Your head droops back, his dick hitting the perfect spot. “Oh– right there, ‘Toru– hng—”

He ignores you, carrying on with his babbling instead. “That’s a lie, I was already a little hard just from having you in my home.” And even though he’s not replied to your cries of pleasure, he’s focusing his attention on that same spot that had you whining to him.

There’s not a chance for you to get your thoughts together well enough to reply to him. Gojo doesn’t seem bothered by that though, still caught up on confessing to you.

“Remember when you wore that skirt last week?” It’s phrased like a question, but it isn’t one. “I kept getting low just to see what kind of panties you were wearing,” he moans at the memory, “blue looks good on you.”

If you weren’t so wrapped up and consumed by the orgasm building inside you, you’d find some way to chastise him. Though you’re not entirely sure you even mind, the memories of him blushing a little from that day flooding back to you at this revelation. The idea of him trying to peek under your skirt while you were out on a date together amusing to you. He was sneaky because you didn’t have any idea he’d done that. Now you’re wondering just what else he’s been hiding.

Still prattling on, “Everything looks good on you– hff– drives me insane.” His eyes fall to your chest, jiggling with every thrust, “Your tits always look good too.” Lowering his head to rest between them, teeth scraping at your sternum, “Smell so good– fuck– hng– why do you—” Cutting himself off with a moan, your cunt shivering around him causing his hips to stammer.

Gojo can’t take it anymore, raising off you to rest back on his knees properly. Untangling his hand from yours and soothing it down your body, stopping on his way to grope you. Fingers pinching your nipple and grinning deliriously at your response. That hand continues to slide down your side until he can grip your hip tight, other one removing itself from you back to grab the other.

With his newfound hold, he’s dragging your lower half up with him. Back arched even more now, the new positioning hitching your breath. He hums appreciatively while greedily eyeing your stuffed pussy.

“How– hng—” your lungs squeeze with the effort of talking while on the precipice of finishing, “how long you been– hah– holding back, Satoru?”

He smiles innocently at you, head tilting with his question. “How long we been dating for now?”

There doesn’t seem to be an expectation of a reply though, his cock pulling almost all the way out of you before he’s bucking back inside. Rendering you completely dumb in the process; head lolling back and mewls tumbling freely. The way you’re spread obscenely open, and split even further open on him, it’s intense and good and intense.

The pace he’s set is world shattering; you’re on the fast track for being cock drunk. Eyes rolling as you’re forced to listen to the wet, sloppy sounds of him bullying your cervix. Cunt desperately clinging to him, leaking sweet and slick on him.

As you get closer and closer, Gojo realises and starts begging you. “Please squirt again, baby.” Rearranging himself so one hand can press into your lower stomach, “Please– oh god– please soak me in it,” his voice cracks, “please, for me? Ruin my couch some more.”

“I can’t– hng–” shaking your head at him, “I don’t– ah!– Satoru!”

“You can, I know you can,” tone whingy and broken, “you can because you’re such a good girl for me,” smiling lazily to himself because he knows that got to you, can feel it.

The hand he has on your tummy slides downwards a bit more, basically pressing into your pelvis. It has you tightening around him, the pressure making you shake as bliss fills your veins. His thumb heightens it, moving down to put pressure directly on your clit. Not circling or stimulating in any other way than to make you that bit more sensitive.  

Gojo’s gaze flits from your stuffed pussy to your face, his heart wavering in his chest. “You’re so pretty, sweetie.”

His innocent compliment while fucking you so depraved has you unravelling, pulsing hot and sugary sweet on him. Cumming so hard you’re barely able to hear anything but the blood pumping in your own ears.

Almost missing how Gojo whimpers pathetically, stumbling out, “There you go!– hng– that’s my girl– fuck—”

He can’t take how you’re sucking him in so divinely, cunt squeezing him like a vice as you squirt for the second time. Truly making a mess of him, yourself, the couch. It’s exactly what he wanted, and it has him immediately cumming too. Painting your walls the creamy white of his spend.

“You did such a good job,” he fusses.

Grinding himself into you to ride out both your highs, keeping you tight to his pelvis so he’s balls deep. You’re all sensitive and jittery under him, jolting through your aftershocks. Dazed and lost in the bliss to the point you’re not able to vocalise anything. Stuck dreamily looking up at him and appreciating the way he’s made you feel. Insides all warm and pleasant as you hug around him.

He sings you soft praise, “So perfect for me, baby.” Tugging one of your hands to his mouth and kissing it, “All pretty and sweet on me when you cum.”

You can’t reply with words, well you could but it’s not worth the effort right now. Simply humming back at him as an acknowledgment of his words.

Eventually, Gojo does move, slowly pulling out of you. His sights carefully trained on how his cum slips from your hole onto the cushions below. He’s lowering you back down onto the couch just so he can use his thumbs to part your folds and hold you obscenely open. Primal and possessive feelings flooding him as he keeps watching you leak his seed.

“Stop staring at me,” you mutter, still managing to be shy.

“Fine.” He replies too easily.

And you should’ve known that his easy caving was going to come with a caveat. That being, his fingers collecting the cum that’s leaked from you and pushing it back into your hole. He’s moaning as he feels how your pussy is bloated full of his cum, all creamy and soft.

It’s got him all dizzy, getting down between your legs without a second thought. His tongue licking up his spend, similar to how his digits were moving. Filling your cunt with his tongue over and over, using his mouth to clean you up.

You mewl and push at his head, bordering on overstimulation. He relents at your touch, climbing up your body and landing his lips on yours in an open-mouthed kiss. Sharing the cum he’d just licked up with you, you’re swallowing it down as he keeps his mouth heavily pressed to yours. The bitter taste outweighed by the natural sweetness that accompanies him.

Shuddering over it all, wrapping your arms around his neck and sucking on his tongue. Enjoying the intimacy of a kiss after sex, desiring him as close to you as possible. Wanting to fall into him even further, happy to comply to whatever he wants. Too drunk on all the orgasms he’s given you to be anything but obedient.

Gojo parts from you with a sigh, “I’m hard again.”

You can hardly believe it. “What?”

“You’re just so adorable and you’re all sweet after cumming and I really wanna fuck you while my cum is still inside you.”

He’s such a pervert and the more he talks the more obvious it becomes, “Okay.”

“Fuck– you’re so perfect,” he has to hold himself back from telling you he loves you. It’s really not the time or place to say it for the first time but he wants to tell you so bad.

Everything’s spinning and this time it’s not from your orgasm. Gojo’s grabbed you and flipped you onto your stomach. Pulling your ass cheeks apart so he can guide himself to your weeping hole. Easily sheathing himself back inside your tight heat. He chokes on whimpers as he bottoms out, leaning himself down and using his hands either side your head to keep himself sturdy.

Grinding into you deep and slow, the prone bone position leaving you dumb and shaky. His strokes are unhurried and profound and followed through with force that makes you feel like you might end up squirting for him… again.

“Your pussy is so weak for me, sweetheart—” He can’t finish his sentence, moan pulling from him. Determined to continue though, spitting out, “Already– hng– already feel you getting close.”

Gojo can’t believe how silky soft your walls are, his cum only adding to how insane you feel. The way you wrap around him so snugly and quiver enticingly has got him hypnotised. The sloshing of his own spend fucking back into your womb makes him grin, happy with himself.

“Every time we– hff– we made out and you grinded your warm pussy down onto me without realising had me nearly cumming in my pants.” Apparently, he’s back to sharing more lewd confessions.

Pulling a hand away from the couch so he can tickle it down your spine, pleased with how you throb around him at it. Your reactions intoxicating to him, every little thing you do keeps him on his toes and makes him hard.

“You’ve been– hah– so painfully oblivious to how badly I’ve needed you,” he muses. “I’ve been thinking about you like this the whole time and you had no idea. Sometimes you’d smile at me and I’d get hard.”

“Then you– hng– you should’ve made a move,” words coming out muffled, “been waiting for you to.”

He laughs, “I was trying to be a gentleman.” Hips slamming a little harsher as emphasis.

Apparently, he wasn’t trying that hard considering he just admitted to trying to peek under your skirt on your last date. “Uh huh.”

You’re coming undone quicker than you thought you would, sensitive and worked up. All his talking making you even more needy. The sound of his voice cracking every now and again with a moan doing things to you.

“If you wanna cum, do it.” You can practically hear the grin he’s wearing. “Don’t hold back on me, sweetie.”

“You’re so insufferable,” you whine. “But it feels so good,” lips pursing and vision blurring with your tears.

“I know it does,” he soothes, hand stroking up and down your back, “feels good for me too.”

Repeatedly hitting the gooey spot that has you seeing stars, slack jawed and mewling as he has you cumming for a third time. Not even having to check to know that he’s somehow managed to have you squirting for a third time. A fact that will have you almost crying from embarrassment later but feels so damn good right now that all you can do is float blissfully on your high.

“This is like a dream come true,” he mumbles, words blending together because he’s about to lose it. “Such a little squirter for me, it’s really hot of you.”

Fucking into you a few more times, grinding down to punctuate each thrust before he’s dumping another load inside your cunt. Gojo hadn’t realised he started to tear up until he’s glancing down and his vision is all blurry. Overwhelmed by how good it feels to fuck you that he’s started crying over it. He feels pathetic and annoyed because he’s trying to look at how his cum is drooling around his dick from your overstuffed cunt and can’t because he’s crying like an idiot.

He lowers himself all the way down until he’s resting his front to your back, slightly holding himself up with his forearm so as to not crush you but desperately craving proximity to you. He’s as close as he’ll ever get, literally balls deep inside you and still he wants to be closer.

Pressing gentle kisses to your cheek, overcome with his affection for you. “You didn’t pass out on me did you, sweetheart?”

You’re slow to reply, “Mm, you’re heavy.”

He scoffs, “I’m not that heavy.”

“Yes, you are,” he’s all well-built muscle and you’re all soft and gooey after having so many orgasms.

“I don’t wanna pull out yet though.” His voice coming out pitchy as he whinges. Heart breaking in his chest at the idea of pulling out so soon, you’re still so warm and twitchy. It’s far too inviting to give up so soon.

“I need a shower.”

Able to feel how his chest vibrates with a hum, “Good idea.” Gojo’s thoughts are immediately thinking about how he’ll get to see his semen drip from your pussy down your inner thighs. Now wanting to get you upright sooner rather than later. “I’ll join you.”

“You’re gonna have to,” glancing back at him, “I don’t think I can stand on my own.”

“I’ll take such good care of you,” he promises.

You gasp at how his dick twitches inside you, “Are you seriously getting hard again?”

“Ignore it.” He nuzzles into the side of your neck, chuckling.

He’s insufferable and a pervert and he’s your boyfriend who you’re falling in love with.

α.η. thank you for reading !!! i'm sorry it took me so long to finish but i am, unfortunately, easily distracted :3 i hope you all liked this ! i had a hard time making him perverted enough .. or at least more perverted than i usually write him ☠️ i held back a little because i don't know how freaky we were feeling ......

anyways, thank you again ! i hope you all have fabulous days / nights <3

‎꒰‎꒰. all works are the intellectual property of aliienangel .. do not plagiarise/translate/reupload/feed to ai ♡. 。

[t0jisbunny]

olderbf! toji fucks you to sleep ♡︎

mdni. themes; age gap, toji x female reader, slow sex, sleepy sex, spooning, cockwarming, creampie.

some nights you got so restless that it was unbearable. you lay there for hours on end, squeezing your eyes shut in a desperate attempt to drift off to sleep — seemingly having no luck.

even wrapped in your older boyfriend’s arms, it was impossible some nights. tonight being one of them.

toji’s firm chest was pressed against your back, one strong arm wrapped around your waist, holding you close. he’d fallen asleep over an hour ago, leaving you wide awake and bored out of your mind.

unfortunately for toji, he was a light sleeper most of the time, constantly alert or on guard. so of course, he feels you squirm against him, sighing loudly as you somewhat give up on trying to sleep.

toji furrows his brows, opening one eye, easily woken up by your movements. “quit movin’," he grumbles, pulling his arm around you tighter, burying his face in the crook of your neck.

“mm, can’t sleep," you respond, exhaling loudly again. toji drifts back to sleep easily, leaving you restless and bored once more.

you adjust your position, pushing your ass against him further. it was innocent enough at first, until you instinctively started grinding back against him, feeling his dick harden more and more with each movement.

toji’s eyes open again, a low groan escaping him as you continue to move your hips. “needy girl, need me t’ fuck you back to sleep? that what you want?"

his voice was deep and gravelly, slightly raspy from having just woken up — the sound only makes your cunt throb impatiently, desperate to be filled by toji’s thick cock.

"mngh, please—" you whine, feeling him begin to kiss the side of your neck lazily, hands making their way up your his oversized shirt. "yeah, i know, baby," he mumbles against your neck, squeezing your tits using two hands before trailing them lower, reaching your pussy.

you were already completely soaked.

something about the way his warm body pressed against you, hands exploring your body whilst he was half asleep, had you needier than ever.

he circles your clit lazily with two fingers, then plunges them into your cunt, curling them upwards so skilfully — so deliciously.

“fuck, don’t even need t’ warm you up. pretty cunts’ already drippin’ for me, huh?"

you nod feverishly, tilting your head back against his shoulder, giving him access to your throat as he withdraws his fingers, making you mewl from the loss of sensation.

"need it, please — now," you beg quietly, hearing him shimmy his sweatpants down, thick, throbbing cock slapping against your ass.

"shhh, s’okay. gonna give it to you," toji coos, lining his leaky tip up with your entrance.

without wasting a second, he pushes in, groaning sleepily into your ear as he bottoms out inside of you. you gasp quietly, beginning to rock against him, fucking yourself on his dick.

he places one hand on your hip, the other making its way around to rub slow circles over your clit.

“stay still, doll. just relax f’me, let me do the work," he rasps, rolling his hips against you, effortlessly hitting all the right spots.

you moan breathily, shutting your eyes as he fucks you to sleep. “mph, toji— feels s’good," you moan, opening your legs slightly wider, granting him more access.

“that’s my good girl, squeezin’ me so tight," he purrs.

you rarely saw this side of him when it came to intimacy. slow, gentle — deep strokes that had your eyes rolling back.

it was heaven on earth.

his thrusts remained unhurried, though his fingers quickened their pace, circling your swollen bud. "m’so— aghnn— close," you moan, becoming more fatigued with each dizzying roll of his hips.

“cum f’me, baby. thereee we go."

with a few more deep thrusts, the tension within you snaps, you clench around his cock, whimpering his name and clenching the sheets below you.

“gonna fill you up, keep you— hah— nice n’ full all night," he groans, spilling his load into your warm cunt seconds after.

based on how quiet and boneless you were, he assumed you’d fallen asleep. he doesn’t pull out, leaving both his warm load and fat cock stuffed inside you until the morning.

he presses one last kiss to your neck, then passes out soon after, cock beginning to soften inside you.

A/N; i’m writing so much atm holy shit

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[kamiflix]

▶︎ Fever (starring . pervy roommate!toji)

synopsis . In which the overwhelming heat in your apartment sends you and your perverted roommate into a different kind of heat. content . afab!reader, mutual masturbation, heavy tension, implied perv x perv, not-so-dry humping, dirty talk, filth, spit, size kink, rough sex, teasing, thigh riding, high tensions, slight spanking, man handling, groping, nipple play, perversion, degrading, oral sex (f!receiving), pussy slapping, toji’s realllll nasty, praise, both of you are super needy and stupid, finger sucking, etc.

word count . 7.3k || author's note: no, not fever by enhypen. fever by vybz kartel, lock in w me now. fic based on this request! (not proofread) banner art by rororogi mogera <3

You told Toji to get that old piece of garbage you both called air conditioning fixed months ago.

Ever the cheapskate, Toji promised you he’d handle it himself. That was four weeks ago and now the machine has finally croaked—having breathed it’s final breath of cool air into your apartment somewhere throughout the night.

It’s the following day since then—where you've returned after a looong, exhausting day of work—and now the apartment is hot. The sun is outside blazing against the building’s exterior but due to the lack of cool air circulating the interior, you're left irritated rather quickly.

The heat occupying the air wouldn’t even be that bad if you had a fan or two but the ones you did have are more tasks that have fallen victim to Toji’s lack of handling as they lay broken in dusty closets.

And as for the man in question, he's laid out on the couch in nothing more than his boxers as if he owns the damn place.

Lazy bastard. He doesn't even pay his rent on time!

Ignoring the fact that you make up for it most months, it is all the more annoying to see him lounging around as soon as you get home. Especially when the house feels like what you imagine the inside of hell's darkest ass crack to be. Too much movement would surely result in one of you passing out from overheated exhaustion.

It's with great urgency that you strip yourself of your things, purposefully making an unnecessary amount of noise as you toss your keys onto the nearby counter. The sound seems to pull Toji's attention away from the TV ahead of him, earning a lazy turn of his head as he glances back to you.

He can't even get a full greeting out before you scoff.

"Toji," His shoulders slump in instant reaction to the sound of scolding in your voice. It's way too fucking hot for you to start an argument with him now. "You've been home all day and you still haven't fixed anything."

He grunts from across the way, turns his attention back to the TV, and then rolls his eyes, "Can't work in the heat, doll."

"You wouldn't have to if you fixed it as soon as I said something months ago." You throw back at him, pulling your body through hot air just to get to your fridge.

You wanted to be disappointed to see that there's no water in the freezer nor fridge, really. But when you look back over to where Toji's been sitting on his ass all dat—spotting more empty water bottles than you can count—you find an expected wave of disappointment slither into you.

"Said sorry for that already, didn't I?" He asks, the lack of true care in his voice doing nothing to ease your irritation with him.

At this rate, you'd be sending out offers for a new roommate by tomorrow morning.

The freezer is opened back up for a moment, your hand diving in to try and get some sort of cooled relief, even if only for a second. Unfortunately for you, that seems to be yet another thing in your apartment in need of fixing.

You let the freezer door slam and your forehead follows after it as you rest yourself against its outside. Sighing, "Sorry doesn't fix anything, Toji."

You couldn't see it but he was smiling at that. The only reason he's lasted this long in this apartment with you is because he doesn't mind your nagging too much—it keeps him on his toes most times. But after not listening to you for months, he wonders if he'll actually get in trouble with you this time around.

When he turns to get another look at you, he's met with the sight of your back as you make way towards the bathroom. Toji figured you're off to shower in hopes of cooling yourself off in the process.

Unfortunately for you, the building you live in has the opposite issue most complexes do and instead of running out of hot water, your place has an issue producing cold water. This wouldn't be so bad if the person who showered before you was conscious of how much he used.

But when annoyingly mild tempered water hits your fingers, you're left knowing exactly who to blame. Again.

He may enjoy living with you because he doesn't mind hearing you cold him, however you are slowly starting to dread sharing this apartment with him more and more as each day lugs on.

——

After a warm shower, you tuck yourself off into your bedroom only to find that it is undoubtedly the hottest room thus far. You try to ignore it as you pull on some shorts and a t-shirt that won't have you drenched in sweat come next morning but naturally it's difficult to do so once you lay yourself down.

You toss and turn against your sheets—comforter practically tossed to the floor, and body already beginning to perspire in a thin layer of sweat—until you manage to doze off for a solid ten minutes. Apparently that was all it took for your body to decide that sleeping under this heat was going to be impossible.

Which is how you end up out in the living room. Toji wasn't occupying the couch anymore so you tried to sleep there, figuring that if he could spend the whole day in one spot, you could spend a night sleeping there and it would provide you just the slightest bit of coolness in comparison to what you bedroom had given you.

Yet, every slight shift in your movement somehow made you impossibly hotter. The couch cushions did nothing but toast your skin and the humidity in the air led you into peeling yourself right off of the furniture and trudging towards the last known resort.

Toji's bedroom.

Now, you're no stranger to your roommate being quite the pervert—which is why you avoid his bedroom at all costs—but sometime back during the winter season, you do recall a few weeks were your apartment's heating system gave out and it was established then that Toji's bedroom had been the chilliest. He ended up sleeping in your room for some nights because of that, cuddling up against you in the name of sharing body heat.

So now that it's summertime, you're standing outside of his door hoping that something similar still applies to the temperature of his room. Your room is obviously the hottest, the living room and main area of the apartment barely fairs any better, and all that leaves his room to be hopefully a few degrees lighter than everywhere else.

You push his room door open sluggishly, nearly doused in sweat from head to toe as you trudge towards his bed and smack at his foot while you walk by. "You up?" your voice cuts through the air carelessly, earning a low grunt from the man sprawled out across his mattress. "Cool, move over."

That seems to wake Toji right up. His eyes peel open and he lets out a huff heavy enough to add to the heat occupying the rest of the apartment, but neither of you have the energy to say anything about it. "Why're you in here?" he asks as he scoots his large body over to give you some room.

For a short moment—and a short moment only—Toji wonders if the heat has finally made you come to your senses where he's concerned. He hoped that maybe a wet dream involving him brought you into his bedroom.

The weight of your body makes the bed dip in a bit as you shuffle onto his sheets right beside him, instantly melting into the faint frigidity it provides, and letting out a short sigh. "It's cooler in your room, so I'm sleeping in here tonight. You better get that shit fixed tomorrow."

Toji looks over and feels the excitement he had to share a bed with you rapidly die inside him as he's met with the sight of your back facing him. This wasn't the worst scenario possible, but he was really wishing for something more interesting to have led you into this position next to him.

He doesn't say anything in response to you with his mouth and decides on letting his eyes speak for him with the way they slide down your body. The shirt you have on was hugging your torso due to how much you'd been sweating, glued to every slight curve and dip of your frame, and leaving him unable to look away quickly enough.

It didn't take a genius to see that you were at ease beside him rather quickly. Toji is suddenly very appreciative for the slightly chiller conditioning of his bedroom. Technically it's still hot—as too much movement could quickly result in exhaustion just as it would in any other area of the apartment—but with you laying beside him in shorts small enough to drive him insane, he figures it's all worth it.

Meanwhile, you don't have to be facing Toji to know his eyes are on you. You could practically feel the way his gaze crawled over you, eventually settling onto the scarce fabric of your shorts that did little to conceal the entirety of your ass. There's a sudden and prominent urge to adjust the way your clothes are sitting on you, and Toji watches as you slowly move a hand to tug your shorts down an inch.

The scar at the corner of his lips shifts as his mouth twitches and he fights off a smirk.

He would never touch you without your permission or anything like that, but he was aware that you knew the real effects you had on him. Even laying beside him was enough to make his hips shift against the bed.

There was only so much space between your body and his, and his mattress wasn't the largest thing in the world so most movement was easily acknowledgeable. Even so, you decided to ignore it as best as you could.

Even though you could tell his hand had lifted from his side and moved somewhere towards his legs. Your eyes squeezed shut and you hoped silently that Toji wouldn't do what you figured he was about to.

Surely it was too hot for that.

Right?

At first he wasn't going to do anything. It started off as his fingers going off to pinch and tug at the fabric of his gym shorts, giving the steadily rising erection in between his legs some space to breathe. Then he told himself he wouldn't give it any attention and try to sleep it away.

Toji was on the same page as you in the beginning, he really was. Jerking off with you trying to sleep beside him was way too hot of an activity under all this warmth.

And yet, he's palming at his dick within the next twenty minutes. You drifted off just enough for him to be able to move without you noticing, and while he didn't touch you, he did lean over to glance over your shoulder to make sure you were fast asleep before his hand had wrapped around the bulge that'd formed against his shorts.

You'd shift around in your sleep a little and he'd twitch against his hand, watching the way your hip looks adjusting against the bed. Oh, the things he'd give to perch his hand there instead, turning his body over to cup yours and rubbing the outline of his hard cock up against the natural curve of your ass instead of his palm like some loser.

The thought alone brought his bottom lip up in between his teeth. Then he was moving his hands beneath his shorts and letting out a quiet breath of air. He didn't intend to jerk off like this. Seriously.

When his hand first makes contact with his dick, he shudders. Toji's tugged at his cock in thought of you over the years more times than he could count, but somehow this was different. He'd never done it next to you like this, where leaning over a couple inches brought your scent into his nose and the natural warmth of your body closer to intertwine with his.

Even back when he'd shared a bed with you during the winter he managed to control himself each night and refused to stroke himself. Well, right next to you, at least. He most definitely got off like a whore the very second you were gone.

Toji ends up spitting into the palm of his hand as quietly as he can manage before he pulls his cock free and rubs at the head whilst staring at your body. You seemed so upset with him earlier, sending those slight jabs his way. He's sure if it was a bit cooler, you would've cursed him clean out like you normally do.

But just the thought of the few comments you'd made thus far is enough to have him leaking into his hand as he finally wraps his fingers around his thick shaft and jerks off. The sounds of his actions are a bit loud, schlick after schlick after sopping schliiick. Technically you should've woken up, but the fact that you didn't made him all the more horny.

He knows you'd get annoyed if you caught him like this—the fact that he can't even handle you sleeping in his bed is definitely enough to piss you off.

Little did he know, you were pretending to sleep the entire time. You were in and out of your slumber, sure, but you certainly weren't able to get a full night's rest when the sound of your roommate touching his wet cock next to you was loud enough to drive any woman insane. There was an image of it somewhere in your head, courtesy of accidentally walking in on him in the bathroom a couple times in the past, so it was a little difficult to sleep with those thoughts combined with his strokes all in one hot night.

Not to mention the way he was panting behind you with not one care in the world for how noisy he was. Hell, some of his breaths managed to slither towards the back of your neck.

You made the mistake of adjusting yourself again and accidentally pushed back towards him, your ass nearly making contact with the side of his body. Toji had to grip at the base of his dick to stop himself from cumming just then, his next breath choking its way out of him before he could help it, and his other hand moving to pull his shirt up.

He went to bite down on the fabric to hopefully help with the sounds threatening to spill from his lips but it didn't help much.

The man resumed with his strokes and it wasn't long before you felt something land on your butt in thick spurts.

Despite the fact that you already had your eyes closed, they squeezed shut a little harder as you fought the urge to flinch. You hoped desperately that what you just felt wasn't what you thought it was. There was no way Toji managed to cum on your ass while you were "sleeping", right?

You figure that right then is as good a moment as any to stop pretending to be asleep and let yourself yawn—giving him a sign that you've stirred awake. Toji's body tenses up almost immediately, his eyes widening a fraction as he realizes what exactly he just did. He gulps, frantically looking around the bed to see what he can use as an excuse for the white mess currently drooling down the side of your ass.

Fairly enough, he has half a mind to snap a picture before you turn over. Just so he can have something to remember this by, y'know?

He doesn't though, considering how he moves to tuck his dick back into his shorts and clears his throat.

After which he moves to prop himself up on one of his elbows, and you feel something brushing against your butt. You can't help the way your eyes broaden.

Then you peek back at him from over your shoulder, and your gazes meet for a breif moment. There's not an ounce of guilt on his face and he only holds the eye contact with you for a few seconds before he looks back down to focus on what he's doing.

You follow along with the redirection and angle yourself back just enough to catch sight of what exactly is brushing against you. You see a cloth in his hand and watch silently for a few seconds as he wipes you clean.

Somewhere in your mind, you wondered if he was going to casually explain that he just came on you and then try to go to sleep like it was no big deal.

To your surprise, neither of those things happen.

The next bit of eye contact that's exchanged between the two of you is awkward. He's still wiping and you're just starring at him as try to figure out what you're supposed to say to him. What exactly was the proper way to react in this situation?

You're too hot to argue, too tired to be disgusted, and fainly aroused since you've always had a mutual attraction for the man that you've been trying to ignore for as long as you've been living with him.

“Sorry,” Toji’s the first to break the ice. “Had this in the bed,” he moves his other hand up and within it is a convienent bottle of lotion. Part of you wanted to laugh at him because of course he has enough junk in his bed to use as a cover up for what he'd really just spilt on you. "Saw some of it got on ya'," he finishes off with a half-apologetic grin on his lips.

You obviously knew that wasn't true since you heard every little detail of what he'd been doing—from spitting into his hand, to thoughtlessly huffing out your name under his breath. Toji wasn't fooling anyone here, but you'd let it slide for now.

“Might wanna change out of these,” he suggests in reference to your shorts, tapping at your butt once he's done wiping you off, “I could lend you somethin’, or—“

“No, it’s fine.” is all you say before you turn your head away.

With no warning, Toji ends up watching how you slide your hands down and swiftly remove your shorts—tossing them off the bed and then laying yourself back down as if to sleep.

He blinks.

Then his eyes unfortunately find themself on your panties because surely you were doing this on purpose now. Coming into his room this late because of the heat, sleeping next to him and nearly rubbing your ass against his body, and now clad in nothing more than a thin shirt and even thinner panties?

If he squinted hard enough at the right angle, he swears he'd catch sight of your pussy.

You heard him scoff behind you, then the weight in the bed shifts around as he decides to pay no mind to your attire this time. He already got off, so naturally there should be no need to go again.

…Even if you're clearly testing his patience.

——

Minutes fly by. Neither of you get a wink of rest.

You're starring blankly at the wall in front of you and Toji's left blindly looking up at the ceiling. Both of you tried to go to sleep, honestly.

But Toji kept adjusting his legs to stop the constant twitching of his cock and you repeatedly rubbed your legs together as if to lightly soothe the ache that'd came about after that whole fiasco of his seed ending up on you.

At this point the only thing occupying Toji's bedroom were two idiots in heat. Whether or not that meant heat in the literal sense or in the physical sense was beyond understanding to either of you.

After thirty minutes of you two staring into space and waiting on the other person to make a move, both of you manage to get some rest.

Though, it doesn't take much longer for you guys to realize that this was the worst possible outcome. Somewhere in your sleeping, your bodies naturally find one another. You'd think that under the hot air some distance would be created, but it seems as though you both had unintentionally different plans.

The next time you wake up, it's to the steady sound of something thumping against your ear. When your eyes flutter open, you're met with a naked chest and the feeling of something weighty wrapped around you.

The weight in question seems to be Toji's arm and the thumping you hear is coming from his beating heart. You lift your head a little to look up at his face and he's already giving you a half-lidded, groggy stare.

“It’s hot as shit in here ‘n you decide to lay on me? You’re tryin’ to kill me.” He mumbles, the very vibration of his deep voice involuntarily causing you to shift against him.

Both of your limbs are already tangled with one another, so the next movement of your body wakes you up fully as your clit presses somewhere up against his thigh.

You try to nudge at him playfully to distract yourself from the sensation that invoked, “No one’s trying to kill you, Toji. Hush.”

None the wiser, your roommate tries lifting his legs to move over a bit and accidentally grinds the firm muscle you'd already been pressed against, into you. You turn your face away just in time to hide the expression that tugs out of you, but fail to swallow down the sound that follows.

“Mmnh,” The sound floats out of you before you can control it.

Then Toji's brows scrunch up—as if he has any room (literally) to be confused, “Fuck was that?”

Your head shakes, “Nothing.”

That singular word flips some type of switch in his head, resulting in that same leg lifting up a few inches in between yours, and simultaneously pushing your body further up against his whilst rubbing between the dampened fabric concealing your core. Your jaw falls open helplessly this time and Toji eyes the way your hand flies down to his chest as if to grab at it.

Technically you were trying to brace yourself, but the breathy bit of air you release along with all the movement makes him cock a brow.

“You sweatin’ down here?” Toji asks bluntly, now dragging his leg back down just to cop a bit of a better feel than the first time.

It would be obvious to anyone with eyes that neither of you were in your right mind at the moment. He was openly teasing you and you weren't shutting it down like you normally do. Perhaps it was the heat or the lack of proper rest under it—but either way—the two of you were clearly falling victim to the same sensations.

Your lashes flutter again and you hunch forward towards him a bit, “That’s not-," his leg adjusts again, the bulky muscle in his thigh flexing, "Toji.”

“What? That’s not what?” He grabs at your chin and tugs your face up to look at him properly, “Talk to me, doll. Tell me what that is I’m feelin’.”

The forced eye contact makes you throb. You suppose right then that the heat had finally gotten to you. Otherwise you wouldn't be feeling the way you do at the moment.

Right?

Your body adjust against him slightly and you fight the urge to let your eyes fall back as pleasure jolts throughout your body from the feel of your clit catching the firm build of his leg. “It’s not sweat, Toji.” You admit honestly.

There's a singular beat of silence that passes, filled only with your hardly discreet way of grinding against his leg, and him aiding you through every faint gyration.

“Mh.” His hum rumbles lowly, “So, you’re horny.”

You drop your face down into his chest out of embarrassment and you playfully smack at him, “Don’t say it like that!”

“Say it like what? It’s true." Toji cocks his head over and watches how your body is betraying your embarrassment. Then he finds himself smirking all over again as he his face back toward you, lips angling to your ear, "Your pussy’s droolin’ all against my thigh right now—should I have said it like that instead?”

You almost moan, “N-No."

“Hah.” Now he's smirking in full force, hands having gone to your sides just to feel your body twitching as they slide lower and lower, “Go ahead ‘n move your hips—rub one out against me, baby.”

There's a groan that snakes out of your throat in response before your hand curls into a frustrated ball against the planes of his abs, “Don’t call me that.”

Toji's hands grip at your hips and his voice seductively caresses itself throughout your eardrums, “Want me to do it for you?" Your head shakes in response to his question and he tuts, "Alright then rub that pussy against me, lemme feel her real good.”

And what more permission did you need?

You pluck your body away from being sandwiched to his, sitting up at some half-angle and let your hips buck forward just once. Toji smiles and wastes not one second in dragging his clammy palm around to properly grope at the fat of your ass.

“Mhm,” he hums encouragingly, to which you let off an airy sound that has his cock aching for attention all over again. “There you go. Keep making yourself feel good, pretty girl.”

“Toji," his name leaves you in something just short of a moan, and it's overtly apparent now that both of you are overcome with a mutual neediness.

His hand squeezes at your ass with each rock 'n shy rut of your hips—guiding you with your steady grinding over his thigh. Then you feel your clit roll at a rather juicy angle, quickly resulting in your upper half flopping back down against Toji.

He feels a hot pant fan out across his chest and he has to bite at his lip again to stop himself from making all kinds of noises. This was everything he'd fantasied about and more if he was being completely honest.

“So fuckin’ sexy,” Toji compliments with a greedy tug of your body, weeping a webby lather of precum from the slit of his cock in reaction to having your tits pressed against his naked skin—your perked nipples rubbing against him in a fashion near to the way your clit traveled his thigh beyond your panties. “My dick’s gonna start hurtin’ if I don’t do something. Can’t keep watching you like this.”

You're the one holding back responses now, instead answering him with a sudden kiss against his left pec. Toji's lips separate and he breathes out something soft once your hand slips down to the waistband of his shabby shorts.

“Can I?” You whisper against his skin, lips smearing.

Toji looks at you like you just asked him the dumbest question in the world. Then he scoffs, “Go ahead.“

You waste no time in dipping your hand beneath the dark fabric to haul his cock free. In your hand is a weight nothing could've prepared you for.

Toji's got a freakishly heavy cock, to say the least. It's massive within your fingers and when you look down at it, you almost moan from the sight alone.

Even though his room was rather dark, there was enough moonlight spilling in from the distant window to have the cum gathered around his plump head glistening. Your thumb pushed up and slipped right against that pretty slit of his, earning a sharp crack in his breathing.

Toji feels your the pad of your thumb applying pressure before he groans. Then you stroke downwards towards his base, feeling the dark, sweaty hairs of surrounding it tickle your skin.

“Shit," You mutter.

He—annoyingly—starts smirking at you again, “Big, ain’t it?”

Your eyes roll, then you turn your head back up to look at him, “Shut up.”

The next few minutes consist of you jerking him off whilst you continue grinding against his leg. Toji mutters filth under his breath that you're too horny to hear, and both of you are now sweating against one another for entirely different reasons.

Toji expects this act to be the very peak of his expectations, but amid your perfected strokes—because fuck if your hand isn't the best thing he's felt around his dick in weeks—your mouth meets his chest again, and he's quickly caught off guard by the way your lips wrap around one of his nipples. Your tongue swirls aimlessly, tugging the bud further past your lips whilst indulging in two other fruitless acts of pleasure simultaneously.

For a while you were convinced that Toji's laziness translated in the bed as well since he damn sure wasn't doing much aside from letting you rub all over him in every available aspect.

That was until he felt your breaths coming in shorter and your hand gripping at his cock a bit tighter to brace yourself for something. It was rather adorable how quickly you tensed up against him as your orgasm approached. All he could do was sit there and swallow down his groans as you gripped his cock and moaned against his nipple, clit throbbing at his thigh and cunt leaking your panties into a soaking mess.

The moment your body starts to convulse and he realizes you're cumming, his hand slides under your panties and he palms the bare skin of your ass before applying a hefty bit of pressure—weighing your body harder down against his thigh so you have no room to run from the orgasm that crashes over you.

Feeling you cum against his leg is easily one of the best feelings in the world in his opinion. He would have the air conditioning broken for months if this would be the result every night.

Not that he tells you this, of course.

As you're panting and trying to steady your breathing, Toji finally decides to stop being lazy and causes your hand to fall away from his length as he suddenly shifts about to push you over.

You land on your back and gasp, blinking rapidly before he's positioning himself above you—cock dangling nastily and sloppily kissing against the skin of your naked thigh. Toji's big arms bracket the sides of you body and you stare up at him innocently, as if you didn't just rub one out on his thigh and leech onto him throughout the entire ordeal.

“What’re you doing?” you ask.

“You want me to fuck you, right?” Toji hums, abruptly hooking an arm under one of your knees and lifting your leg up. Then he's doing the same to your other leg and your breath is tangling around somewhere in your lungs. You're barely given a proper moment to process what's going in before he's dipping down in between your clammy legs as if it's second nature, "Gotta make you cum for me first."

"But I just—"

"Nah," Toji's smiles once he's got a face full of your pussy in front of him—your flimsy panties the only thing between his starving mouth and what was about to serve as a refreshment for him, "Not like that. On my tongue."

That's the only warning he gives you before diving in.

It should've been too hot for half of the things you two had done so far and yet here you were anyway—letting him grind the entirety of his mouth against the gorgeously swollen mound of your pussy, his teeth baring out to tug your panties over to the side so he could properly suction his lips to you. Your underwear is kept to the side by a singular thumb that he angles over, and his mouth is nothing short of disgusting against you.

In fact, the entire lower half of his face is nasty when met with your pussy. The tip of his nose nuzzles against your frazzled clit, and his lips motion outwardly before he sucks the slick out from in between your folds—tongue coming through to lap at it as if rewarded. When he groans, you feel the sound thunder against the entire lower half of your body.

Toji's busy going to town until you both are a mess of mixed sweat and pleasureful tears. Your hand found his hair somewhere in between his long tongue curving up inside you, and since then you've been grinding upwards against him, practically riding his face whilst he fucked you right back down into the matress with his mouth alone.

The same mattress of which rocked with both of your combined movements. The volume of your moaning and his groaning was surely enough to earn a noise complaint from a nearby neighbor the following morning but obviously neither of you cared.

Between Toji's tongue and the heat that continued to make you sweat into his sheets at a ridiculous rate, your next orgasm comes far heavier than the first one had. So much so that you were squirming all against your roommate, trying to push at his head as if you didn't want to cum—your poor mind scrambled from everything that'd taken place thus far.

It's not until after you spill something weepy into his mouth that he peels his mouth off of you and wipes at his mouth, licking the remnants that smear across his hand immediately after.

Yet even then Toji doesn't give you much time to recover. If anything, he gives you no time to recover whatsoever.

Your eyes are still stinging from prickly tears of pleasure, and as you're blinking them away, you catch sight of him crawling his way back up over you. Next thing you know and his mouth meets yours in a singular, haphazard kiss that consists of a slanted tongue sloppily breaking past your lips and a groan pouring into your opened mouth.

Then his cock slips against your exposed folds, a thumping vein felt mapping the outskirts of your sensitive clit before he angles one hand down to grip his base. Your body latches onto his all over again, arms wrapping around his neck despite the sweat on your skin making the both of you slip 'n slide against one another.

Toji smiles into his next set of smooches, trailing his kisses down to your jaw, and eventually the warm side of your neck before feeling you roll your body upwards—cunt kissing the head of his dick as he slides it downwards in one heavy motion.

“Awh, look at you grindin’ on my tip like that. You want this fat cock inside you, huh?” His voice slathers itself into your skin and it's making you impossibly hotter underneath him, but you couldn't be bothered with it right now. Which is exactly why you nod in response, and he leans up a little to look you in the eyes whilst releasing his length from his grip, “Yeahh? Here, take it then—let me see you put it in.”

No seconds are wasted as you dip your hand down and comfortably wrap your fingers around him, giving him a couple tugs that he can't help but glance down at. Toji eventually obeys your short tugs 'n pulls by letting his body follow the motion until his tip is getting snagged by your goopy entrance—globs of slick sobbing all over his first few pudgy inches.

The very moment he starts sliding into you, you're whining and he's left moaning above you.

“Ohmygodd,” His dick easily stretches you out a bit more than you were expecting it to, the sheer girth of him jerking a gaspy little call of his name out of your lungs, “Toji-, Toji!”

“What, what? What’s wrong?” He pauses rather quickly to ensure he's not hurting you or something, hardly even halfway inside you and staring down at your twisting face with worried eyes.

You’re panting, nails having moved to dig into his arms already, “You’re too fuckin’ big.”

That makes Toji grin before he huffs, “No such thing.” and pulls back to spank your cunt with the weight of his cock a couple times. He only tops to spit at his four fingers before smacking you with his dick again, inching in afterwards and reassuring you with a rather gently murmured, “She can take me.”

Your head shakes but there’s an eager glimmer in your eye whilst you whisper back to him warningly, “Just… go slow.”

“Mmmh, I’ll try,” He tells you before leaning down to kiss your cheek and whispering, “Just for you.”

Then he's nudging his way into you—inch by inch until his chubby balls are left flush against your sweat-glossed skin and his tip is bumping against your hilt.

He looks down and sees his cock bulging against your skin. Then he thumbs at your clit and tutts—popping a pout at how puffy your pussy lips are around his dick already. “Look at that slutty pussy—she knows how to take cock juuuust fine.”

Your walls constrict around him just once and the next thing you know, Toji's rocking himself in 'n out of you perfectly. Your insides seem to mold to the shape of him in a matter of minutes, getting used to his wide size and taking him in deeper as he moves along.

The sounds of sex practically cloud the room, his cock fucking into you faster than you can keep up with and your mushy walls sucking him in farther than he can comprehend. Sweat drips off of his body and onto your and the both of you are an utter mess of one another.

Every now and then he'd lean down to kiss you but the gesture always comes shabbier than the last, lips maligning across one another whilst warm saliva is exchanged and left across both of your faces.

Your hand makes the mistake of moving to his lower abdomen and pushing at his body just a few seconds after he starts fucking you down into the mattress—the bed rocking and shaking beneath your bodies—and Toji seems ticked off for half a second.

Then he nods his chin at your wrist, "Move your fuckin' hand and feel it, feel that dick inside you. Stretchin' you out real good."

He's not entirely sure if it's his words or the way he starts plowing forward even faster, but the slippery squelches one of those invokes from you most certainly is not something he imagines. Then your moans increase in volume and Toji figures he doesn't need a neighbor scolding the two of you for this tomorrow so he brings a hand up to your chin and then props his thumb up to your bottom lip.

“Open up, doll.” He orders plainly, to which you take his finger in without him even having to ask. Toji smiles at the sight, “Atta girllll, now suck on it.”

You do exactly that for him, the action suppressing how loud your moans are for a while until his cock knocks across your cervix and leads you to bite down on his thumb. The sensation is sudden and sharp, which nearly makes Toji's eyes cross for a moment.

Words couldn't describe what that little bit of pain did to him, honestly. All you both know is that within the next few seconds, something creamy is flooding your insides and making you two many degrees hotter than you'd been earlier.

Your brains turn off in sync after that and he's just thrusting mindlessly for another minute or two, as if to make sure he's properly bred you or something. Then his fingers move to the side of your neck and his thumb slides out of your mouth—leaving a thin trail of saliva in its wake—and his entire hand goes off to cradle the back of your head.

You gasp once Toji lifts you up from the bed in one, freakishly strong tug, still humping his dick into you slightly before your mouths collide somewhere in the air. You're hauled all the way up until he's sitting back on his heels and you're appropriately sat on top of him. Both of your arms and hands are everywhere on each other's body, and it feels like something utterly depraved as taken over.

The kisses you share is a slop of tugged lips and sucked tongues, mingled with breathy moans and murmurs of your names until his hands find the underside of your thighs and move to bounce you up and down on his cock.

A whine is punctured directly out of you as you're lifted, gravity aiding Toji in plopping you right back down onto his cum-smothered base. Then his mouth finds one of your tits and he's drooling all over you.

You thought you were unsure of what had gotten into you but apparently Toji was far worse off. It's like the heat of the room was of no concern anymore. The only thing that mattered to him was having your body be thoroughly appreciated by every part of him he had to offer.

He's even mumbling into you while his tongue swirls around your nipple, “So fuckin’ hot it here,” he puffs, “Making me lose my goddamn mind—fuckin’ you like this. Hahhh.”

You're babbling nonsense with your arms wrapped around hims head, “Tojiiii-, aanh! You feel s-so good inside me.”

Which, makes him feel all proud inside for the nth time tonight, “I know I do." His hands grasp at the thick of your hips again and he squeezes your skin just once before moving you vertically around the sticky inches of his length, “Feel good when I bounce you up ‘n down my dick like this too?”

You’re nodding stupidly. Then his hands find your asscheeks and he's groping you the way he's always wanted to.

Plap after plap after plap bounces against the walls and his cum has evenly started to leak down against his balls and drip onto his sheets—which were already a mess to begin with.

Then his head flies back and his hair is sticking to his skin due to sweat, “Fuuuck, I’m gonna cum again." He warns, tipping his chin down a moment to meet eyes with you, "You ready for it, doll? Hm? Gonna fuck it into you.”

He earns another dumb nod of your head as you press into him. Whimpering, “Fill me up, Toji. Pleeease?"

The next and final load that he shoots into you comes in uneven bursts, painting your walls in a sluggish fashion before both of your bodies go still against one another. Well, safe for you shuddering as you release right along with him.

You're still hugging his head and he's still got his arms wrapped tightly around you but that only lasts for a few seconds before both of you feel another wave of heat draft over you. Then, for the first time in forever, you're remind of how you ended up in his room to begin with.

Toji lifts his head up to kiss your shoulder, “I uh-, fuck." He snorts into your skin—regretting it directly after since the sweat on both of your skin is beginning to make your bodies feel glued to one another, "I would’ve put on a condom but uhm… s’too hot for that.”

You scoff at him, “Liar, you ran out of condoms three weeks ago.”

“Yeah, you’re right.” He mumbles back.

Then he realizes there's no way you'd know that unless you were just as much of a disgusting pervert as he was and had been tracking the number of condoms he had in the same way he'd been tracking how many pairs of panties you'd allowed to go missing over the past month.

Pulling away from your shoulder and blinking, “Wait a damn minute.”

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[behave-mutt]

fuck okay i made my partner cum like six times in their sleep. i couldn’t sleep so i rolled over to spoon my partner and since we don’t share blankets, i had to slip my hand under theirs and blindly feel around without waking them. thankfully they were already on their side with a leg hitched up so i was able to find what i wanted easily. they were already a little wet so their undies were kinda sticking to their pussy so i slowly peeled away the fabric enough to slip a single finger between their lips. just one finger circling their clit, rubbing up and down, they got wetter really fast so i had better traction and found this rhythm that kept the pressure on that cord of nerves as it throbbed. my hand was curled in a way that my thumb was resting on the outside of their hole and each time i made them cum i could feel their cunt fluttering open and shut. after like the fourth orgasm i added a second finger and went a little harder and faster, listening to their whines and feeling their hips buck. the fifth one came so fast and i just couldn’t help myself i forced a sixth one out so quickly that my partner actually woke up gasping and moaning and cumming so hard with a cunt that is already overworked. like. can you imagine waking up to that explosive feeling ? how wet and hot and needy you are, just to figure out that your cunt has been wrung out like a boxer in the ring fighting for its life ?

[gojosconsort]

︵ ೀ mdni. satoru railing you on the table in the early morning

“you’re still horny? didn’t i fuck you hard enough last night?”

satoru grins against your mouth as you kiss him over breakfast, all needy and desperate like you didn’t get railed for hours last night. you’re straddling his lap at the kitchen table, grinding your soaked pussy against the hard bulge in his sweatpants.

“fuck, baby,” he laughs but his hands grab your ass and pull you down harder. “look at you. one kiss and you’re already this wet.” his lips trail down your neck, sucking marks into your skin while you rock your hips faster, rubbing your clit against his thick cock through the fabric.

you whimper and tug at his shirt. he doesn’t bother with foreplay. one hand shoves your panties to the side, and with the other he pushes his sweat shorts down just enough to free his thick cock. “always so greedy in the morning,” he mutters, then sinks in.

you moan loud as he fills you up, stretching your tight walls around his fat length. he grips your hips and bounces you on his cock right there on the chair, deep and rough. wet sounds fill the kitchen every time you slam down.

“shit, still so fucking tight,” satoru groans, biting your neck. “fucked you so good last night and you’re still clenching like you need more.” he suddenly stands up with you still on his cock, legs wrapped around his waist. he lays you flat on the kitchen table, knocking a plate aside, and starts fucking you with hard, deep thrusts.

the table shakes under you and you have to grab the edge of the table to steady yourself. and then satoru reaches over, grabs the coffee mug beside your head and takes a long sip while he keeps railing you.

“really!??” you manage to choke out between moans.

satoru smirks down at you, thrusts never slowing. “what? i got an early meeting. need my caffeine, baby.” he takes another sip, then sets the mug down and grips your thighs, spreading you wider so he can fuck you even harder.

his cock slams in deep and fast, balls slapping against you. “fuck, this pussy feels too good. can’t help it if you’re still this horny after i filled you up last night.” he leans over you, one hand braced on the table, the other on your leg to fold you in half.

“gotta multitask today. now cum for me before i have to leave.”

[sugurusbeloved]

MDNI

when your husband is supposed to be the rational one, you don’t expect to find him standing at the foot of the bed with his cock in his hand.

but that’s where satoru ends up. tank top pushed halfway up his ribs, belt hanging from one loop, pants around his knees. his fist works up and down the fat length of his cock in rough strokes, spit and precum smeared down to his balls. he’s staring at you the whole time, at the curve of your hip under the sheet, the flutter of your lashes against your cheek. pregnant. glowing. carrying his baby.

and he’s rutting into his hand like some desperate virgin.

the panties he stole from the laundry basket are bunched in his other hand, pressed to his face. he inhales it, shuddering so hard that the flimsy fabric trembles against his nose. your scent has him sobbing out a noise that doesn’t sound him at all.

“fuck, baby—” the words rip out of him, pitched high. “smell so good... oh fuck, i can’t stop...”

his cock is obscene. flushed dark, veins raised under the skin, the head slick enough to shine in the faint glow of the bedside lamp. precum drips in heavy strings down his balls, thick enough to coat his knuckles. every stroke drags more slick out of him—schlick, schlick, schlick.

he sucks at the fabric like it could feed him, panting between licks, nose buried deep so he could breathe you in while his tongue works. “god, i'd eat you out for days if i just—mnhm!—if i just had the chance...”

his hips snap forward into his own fist, cock smacking his stomach with each thrust. precum splatters onto his tank top, dripping onto the hardwoods.

disgusting. a husband rutting into his fist because he’s too scared to touch his pregnant wife.

but satoru can’t stop. he’s babbling now, words spilling fast and needy. “want it so bad—fuck, i’d worship you, i'd never stop—”

he chokes on a sob as his balls tighten up, cock jerking violently in his grip. the sound he makes is straight up humiliating, a high and euphoric whine.

cum spurts out in heavy ropes, painting his stomach, his abs, fist, and the floor. lewd, thick jets that won’t stop, spilling like his body is trying to empty years of frustration at once. it drips down the backs of his fingers, strings across his knuckles, sprays his shirt. he gasps, still pumping through it, cock twitching violently.

“ah—mnhg—too much...” more cum leaks out, drooling down his cock, streaking his thighs. his knees buckle and he braces one hand on the nightstand, forehead dropping against the wood with a hollow thud.

when it’s finally over, when the spurts slow to tiny dribbles, he’s still shaking so hard he can barely breathe. his cock still pulses against his stomach, half-hard like it doesn’t know how to stop.

and you’re still asleep, lips parted beautifully while he stands there.

oh god, he is so fucked.

[choivae]

ᝰ.ᐟ your soft bf!toji is a total meanie in bed ⸝⸝ 18+ mdni

mean bf!toji spends the whole day being a total sweetheart—cooking you dinner, giving you soft kisses on the forehead, and holding your hand in public—only to completely lock the bedroom door, pin your wrists over your head, and look down at you with a dark, heavy stare that tells you the "nice guy" act is officially over for the night.

mean bf!toji is normally so gentle with his hands during the day, using his thumb to softly wipe a stray crumb off your face or tuck your hair behind your ear, but the second he gets you on the bed, those same hands are gripping your jaw tightly, forcing you to tilt your head up so he can admire how pretty you look when you're scared of him.

mean bf!toji loves to pamper you in public, happily carrying all the heavy grocery bags, pulling you to the safe side of the sidewalk, and letting you pick whatever movie you want to watch, all while secretly plotting exactly how he's going to make you cry and beg for mercy later that evening.

mean bf!toji is so hyper-aware of the contrast in his behavior that he uses it to mess with your head; he’ll lean down while you're trembling under him and whisper against your ear, “you like it better when i’m mean to you, don’t you?”

mean bf!toji ignores your whines and protests when he changes positions or pulls you around like a ragdoll. in daily life, he moves carefully around you so he doesn't accidentally hurt you, but in bed, he uses his massive size and weight to completely overwhelm you, letting you feel exactly how helpless you are against him.

mean bf!toji makes you beg for every single thing. even if he knows you're desperate, he will completely stop moving, prop himself up on his elbows, and stare at you with a smug smirk until you verbally ask for exactly what you want.

mean bf!toji loves slapping your pussy with his palm right before going in, loving the sharp, loud crack it makes against your skin and the way it leaves a bright pink mark that contrasts with his tanned hands. he’ll do it just to startle a loud gasp out of you, watching your thighs twitch as he tells you to open up wider.

mean bf!toji likes dragging the heavy, blunt tip of his cock up and down your wet slit, teasing you ruthlessly until you're begging him to just put it in. instead of giving in, he’ll slap his wet tip against your clit over and over, mocking the needy little noises you make and telling you that you haven't earned it yet.

mean bf!toji just laughs when you try to complain that he’s being too rough or too mean. he won't slow down; instead, his chest rumbles against your back as he grips your hips harder, driving into you with even less mercy just to prove that he rules the bed.

mean bf!toji loves leaving you completely ruined and breathless. he likes looking down at the mess he made of you—smudged makeup, tangled hair, and thighs shaking uncontrollably—while he casually rolls off to grab a drink, completely unfazed while you can barely move.

mean bf!toji will pull your hair back with just enough force to make your eyes water, forcing you to look directly at him while he pounds into you. he hates when you try to hide your face in the pillows or close your eyes; he wants to see every single expression of pleasure and overload on your face.

mean bf!toji uses verbal degradation as a tool to keep you completely flustered. he’ll call you a "good little slut," mock how loud you're breathing, or ask you why you're crying over a little bit of fun, his voice deep, raspy, and completely devoid of the warmth he usually speaks to you with.

mean bf!toji will deliberately overstimulate you, rubbing his thumb harshly against your clit while hammering into you, and when you start to sob because it's too much, he’ll just kiss you hard to muffle your screams and keep going right through your orgasm.

mean bf!toji flips the switch right back to being a doting boyfriend the next morning. he’ll kiss your bruised hips, bring you painkillers and breakfast in bed, and pull you into a warm, gentle cuddle—leaving you completely dizzy over how the man who was so beautifully cruel to you a few hours ago is now softly rubbing your back and calling you his baby.

[tojisteddy]

I think about Naive!Reader and Fresh Out of Prison!Simon on the subway.

cw: 18+ mdni, nsfw.

And how he’d make naive!reader sit in his lap when he notices and older woman standing in subway isle.

“Thank you, both of you.” The older woman giggles as she takes the empty seat.

“‘S no problem ma’am.” Simon nods, wrapping his arms around your waist and resting his chin on your shoulder. “She’s so cute isnt she love?”

You can’t even focus, his hardened erection pressing into your ass, in those jeans that Simon loves so much. Couldnt stop staring at the way your thighs spread as you sat down, every curve on you, that charm you have in your brown eyes. You wiggle in his lap but he only presses you down harder, he tsks in your ear, “Don’t move baby, or everyone ‘ere will see just what you do t’me.”

You feel him grow with every shake of the train against you, only smirking as he sees the way you can’t look anyone near you in the eye, heat rising under your skin with that slightly tense look on your face. You try your best to give a smile and wave to the old woman but Simons hands roll down your skin, down your your thighs that makes chills run down your spine, “Bloody hell, can’t wait t’ get off of ‘ere, fuck you right against the wall in the alley across the street from our stop, you’d like that wouldn’t you?”

Your lips purse out, breath hitching, “Simon!”

“ ‘F Course you would doll,” he draws out, calloused hands going to your hips, giving them a nice squeeze, humping up into you, “Or should I have you keep keep my cock warm right here, sliding it in your hole so eeeeveryone can see that pretty face you only make with me-“

You can’t help the little mewl you let out, his covered manhood pressing against your cunt, “Simon-“

“—I know, I know swee’art,” he coos, kissing your cheek, “Won’t do tha’ to ya.”

The subway rattles again and you bite the inside of your lips, nervous eyes flickering down into the mahogany brown eyes staring back at you. Glint shimmering in them.

“Not here, anyway.”

Simon lets his hand caress the apple of your cheeks from behind, squeeze them together that makes him chuckle, “Would you let me take you to the bathroom though? Hm love?”

You play with your fingers, checking the time on your phone, before muttering so quietly, “For j-just a little bit, I don’t wanna miss my show tonight.”

And the older man underneath you groans happily, eyes crinkling, rubbing his hand up and down your back, you’ve made the man go red in the face, “M just jokin baby, god, you’re so fuckin loveable.”

a/n: I hope you’re hungry— for nothing.

part one

[bfbkg]

going to the pharmacy with bakugou and the aim is just to grab two boxes of xl condoms but the five minute trip turns into twenty when he slaps the boxes on the counter but then you put down a new blush you wanna try, two lip balms, your multivitamins and a bag of chocolate for the car.

pointing to one of the lip balms, “ones for you so we can match.”

and he just laughs a huff out his nose.

when all the items get scanned through he nudges you and you pull out your phone to show your membership card so you can collect points. “i’m saving up my points for a new hairdryer.”

“how many do you need?” he hums, pulling out his wallet and licks his thumb to count his cash.

“about ten thousand.”

“how many do you have?”

“three hundred.”

he glances over at you, a raised eyebrow and cocked jaw. you can read him clearly, he thinks you’re being a little… optimistic. he hands three clean bank notes over to the cashier.

“thanks man.” he says to the cashier who looks at him with starry eyes. a dynamight fan you can only assume.

then to you, “i’ll just buy it for you. that’ll take you ages.”

he lets you take the bag of chocolate so you can nibble on some on the way and he grabs the two boxes of condoms, your blush, your multivitamins and the two lip balms in one hand.

“i just keep using them but i’m going to try. imagine a free hairdryer.”

takes your hand with his other hand and pulls you under his arm.

“it’s also free if i buy it for you. use your points for the condoms next time.”

[serikai]

satoru can be such a fucking freak in bed

especially when he’s got you pinned beneath him, buried so deep inside your tight, dripping cunt that you can barely think straight.

every brutal thrust has him dragging against every sensitive ridge inside you, slamming right into that spongy spot that makes your eyes roll back and your toes curl so hard they cramp.

his hips is snapping with that cocky, practiced rhythm, stretching you open around his thick cock like he owns every inch of your body.

the wet, filthy sound of him pounding into your soaked pussy fills the room, your juices coating his length and dripping down your ass with every deep stroke.

and he just can’t help himself.

the moment you start clenching and fluttering around him, moaning like a whore, that feral side of him takes over.

he leans down with a wicked grin, his eyes gleaming with pure mischief and hunger, and sinks his teeth into your skin very hard.

he bites down on the junction of your neck and shoulder, teeth digging in so sharply you yelp in pain, your whole body jerking violently beneath him.

“fuck- satoru!” you cry out, but he just moans like it’s the sweetest sound he’s ever heard.

he thinks you’re screaming because it feels that good.

“shit, baby… you’re so loud for me..” he groans against your bitten flesh, voice husky and dripping with arrogance.

his tongue laps over the fresh, throbbing mark before he bites down again, harder this time, right above your collarbone.

the sharp sting blooms into burning heat as he sucks hard, leaving a deep purple bruise while his cock keeps bullying that perfect spot inside you without mercy.

you scream again, a raw, broken sound that’s equal parts pain and overwhelming pleasure and it only makes him worse.

satoru chuckles darkly, the vibration traveling through your skin as he grinds his hips in slow, filthy circles, stirring his cock deep in your guts.

“yeah? right there, huh? keep screaming like that, sweetheart. you’re clenching so fucking tight every time i bite you… makes me think you love when i get rough.”

he shifts his angle, folding you nearly in half as he drives even deeper, another harsh bite lands on the swell of your breast, teeth grazing your nipple before clamping down.

the pain shoots straight to your core, making your pussy gush around him.

satoru’s lost in it, he pistons into you faster, harder, the headboard slamming against the wall as he chases his own high.

he bites your neck one more time, right as his fingers find your swollen clit, rubbing tight, mean circles.

the mix of pain and pleasure shoves you violently over the edge.

you shatter around him, screaming loud enough to make your throat raw as your walls spasm and flutter wildly.

satoru groans in satisfaction, hips stuttering as he fucks you through it, chasing his own release while still nibbling and sucking on your abused skin like he can’t get enough.

[blissedbunni]

HE'S AN EATER! ─ r.c.

warnings ૮ ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ა : oral ( f rec. ) , bluecollar!rafe ( dada mannn )

you loved to watch bluecollar!rafe eat . . . 

yes, i know that sounds weird, because why would you like watching your husband eat? but here's the thing about him, he always ate like the food was gonna run away from him. 

you noticed—well, it was hard not to—on your first date. he was quite literally scarfing down the plate within milliseconds of the food being served. 

and no, you were not taking your food home because once you placed your fork down, you practically read his mind. "you want the rest?" you didn't mind, simply because you found his big appetite endearing. 

to be honest, you found it hot too . . . 

like just imagine rafe being exhausted after being out in the summer heat from sunrise to sunset. his skin was slightly flushed from sunburn, probably in an airy white tee and shorts. 

but then he begins eating like he's been starved, despite the plethora of food you packed in his huge lunchbox before he left. 

large, rugged hands gripping the spoon handle like a vice, completely dwarfing the utensil. both elbows are planted on the table as he hunches over his plate. he doesn't let any exaggerated sounds escape as he inhales his meal like a vacuum cleaner. 

so just having this beefy man at your dinner table had you wondering one thing: if he eats like that, imagine how he eats cat. & boy did he eat it well . . .

everything was wet. your pussy, inner thighs, rafe’s face, and even the sheets below you. yet that only spurred your husband on because he could and would make you wetter. 

“rafey, m’sensitve now,” you’d mewl, digging your head deeper into your pillow. 

when rafe was between your thighs, he was a man of few words, only grunting or letting out raspy moans to your taste. continuing to slurp down your pussy juices like his day starved him from being saturated in your slick. 

he’d suckle on your clit in a way that had your thighs tensing around his head and your toes pointing into the air. sometimes he’d even have his teeth lightly graze your nub when you’d get too rowdy. “let me eat,” he murmured, circling your dripping entrance before dipping his tongue into your heat to receive more of that sugary sap you flooded his mouth with. 

and when he felt your velvety insides get warmer, he immediately tilted his head and flattened his tongue against your pussy, ready for your cunt to splatter that sticky cream of yours onto his taste buds. 

& cream you did. once you felt that muffled “cum for me,” vibrate against your throbbing pussy, your thighs trembled around his head. your cunny pulsing rhythmically around his tongue, because of course, he wasn’t moving until he licked up every drop you gave him. 

when rafe finally let up, you’d watch him wipe his mouth on the back of his arm, mirroring his actions from dinner . . . 

so yeah, having a husband with a big appetite meant he had an even bigger appetite when it came to you :3

xo, blissedbunni

[zevxdev]

i cant go nowhere when im ovulating…..every fine man i see and interact with i start salivating foaming @ da mouf😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫