cw - asking older bf Toji “what would you do if I cheated on you”. Prone bone, daddy kink.
It’s a stupid question. You know it before it even leaves your mouth but for some reason—maybe it’s boredom, maybe it’s curiosity, maybe it’s the way Toji’s been ignoring you for the past twenty minutes, his sharp eyes glued to some dumb horse racing rerun with a toothpick lazily hanging from his lips but you say it anyway.
“Hey, what would you do if I cheated on you?”
The question lands in the room like a brick. Toji doesn’t answer right away.
He just goes still—not dramatically, no storming off or clenched fists—just… still. The TV hums on, suddenly too loud in the silence. His beer can is frozen halfway to his parted mouth like something out of a movie. And his eyes—lazy and half-lidded just a second ago—snap into focus, sharp and cold, locked like a goddamn rifle sight.
“…What?” His voice is too calm. Too slow. Like he didn’t quite hear you right, or he’s giving you one last chance to take it back.
You squirm on the couch beside him, the silence pressing in heavy, almost unbearable. His eyes are still on you, and it makes your skin prickle. You try to smooth it over with a sweet smile, the kind that usually softens him up, but it feels flimsy even as it leaves your face. Already, you regret asking—wishing you could snatch the words back before they ever touched the air.
“I’m just asking,” you murmur, tilting your head like you’re joking, like this isn’t a loaded question hanging between you. Your voice wavers, a little too light, too casual. “Like, hypothetically—”
“No such thing,” he mutters lowly, finally setting the can down on the coffee table without taking a sip. Then he lazily turns his head all the way toward you.
And you immediately wish you had never said anything at all.
His stare is different now—quiet and blank. He’s not scowling. He’s not smirking. He’s just watching you like a man who’s making very slow, very detailed decisions in his head.
“C’mere,” he says softly, a hand patting his thigh like he’s calling a dog.
You hesitate—just for a second and he raises a brow in warning.
So you sheepishly crawl over to him, swinging your thighs over him and perching on his man-spreaded lap. But you won’t look at him.
That doesn’t fly.
His big hand cups your chin immediately, forcing you to face him. “Say it again”.
Your heart skips. “Toji—”
“Go on”. He leans in—closing the space between your faces till your noses are just a second away from touching. “Say that shit again to my face”.
“I was just joking…”
“You think I look like I’m joking?”
You shake your head slowly, lip caught between your teeth. He hums. His calloused thumb drags across your bottom lip—parting it with the pad of his finger. “You think some little boy’s gonna handle you, huh? Think some dumbfuck who can’t even pay his own phone bill’s gonna deal with all your bratty moods, your whining, your clinginess?”
You blink, blankly.
“You forget who takes care of you?” His voice lowers into a whisper. “Who wakes up at 5 AM and still comes home with energy to fuck you stupid on this couch?”
Your stomach flips.
Toji smiles now, slow and dark, teeth flashing just barely. “I’d break his fucking neck,” he says casually. “That’s what you wanted to hear?”
You don’t answer. Your face is hot.
He chuckles and leans back, one arm draped on your lower back to hold you like a dad trying to balance his kid on his lap.
“You wouldn’t cheat,” he mutters, matter-of-fact like he knows your body better than you do. “You wouldn’t even know how”.
Then he gives your ass one hard squeeze and lifts his beer again like the conversation never happened.
. . .
Later that night, the fight hadn’t left him. It’s in the way he’s pressing all his 226 pounds of heavyweight onto your smaller body, cock pounding into your ruined, wet pussy in prone bone till slick is spattering and damping the bedsheets—your cheek smushed into the pillow, legs spread uselessly, your toes curling every time he sinks in too deep. The mattress squeaks beneath you from the force, your fingers clawing at the fabric, thighs trembling with every punishing thrust.
“You think I don’t notice the shit you do?” he snarls, his breath hot against your ear, chest pressing down heavy against your back. His hips snap forward every second with such animalistic power, forcing sobs out of you. “Always crawling in my lap when I’m trying to eat. Humping my leg like a stray fucking kitten”.
His teeth sink into your delicate shoulder, biting hard enough to sting. “Daddy issues acting up, and suddenly you’re crying and begging for me to fix it with my cock. That’s what you’d do with another man, huh? Rub your face all over him, whine until he gives in?”
You whimper a low ‘no’, your hole squeezing around him like it’s trying to swallow his cock, but he doesn’t let up. His hand slides under your throat, tilting your head up so you can’t bury your face.
“You think some kid could deal with all that? Could handle you throwing tantrums when you don’t get your way, humping your plushies in front of me when you misbehave and I say no cock like you’re fucking starving for it, clinging to me when I try to leave for work?” His hips slam down brutally, your pussy gushing around him. A thick creamy ring forms around the veiny base of his cock right where his coarse pubes are planted. “Hah. They wouldn’t last a day”.
He sucks another dark bruise into your neck, grunting with each thrust. “You’re a fucking mess, darling. And you’re mine. My problem. My responsibility. No one else could handle you—hell, no one else would want to”.
Your orgasm rips through you—quick and intense. Your legs tremble beneath his weight, twitching uselessly as your cunt clenches around him in quick spasms, your cum soiling all over the sheets beneath you. Toji just moans in your ear, cock still pistoning harder and mercilessly, fucking you straight through the aftershocks like he’s not done wringing it out of you.
“Look at you. Cumming just from me telling you what a needy little brat you are”. His voice drops into a dark chuckle. “Pathetic. And you thought you could even joke about another man? Don’t insult me”.
He presses himself flat on top of your body, hips still grinding deep, his cock dragging through your sticky gummy walls raw as he fucks another orgasm out of you. “You depend on me”.
˚ . ₊˚⊹ MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!! gojo x fem!reader, nsfw headcanon, gojo being a tease, edging(???), whimpering, nsfw audio [ please use headphones cuties! ] — mdni
GOJO is really vocal in my opinion. like he fucks, whines and moans like it’s the first and last time you’ll ever have sex. “f-fuuuck…” he just moans and moans.
he’s such a tease with it too as if he isn’t moaning and grunting his vocal cords away. “awh, you cryin’ ?” “feelin’ good? my cock’s got you so full huh, baby?” “right here?”
backshots, face in a pillow as he’s grabbing ur hips. you’re gripping the sheets for dear life while this man literally fucks you into the next dimension.
he definitely switches up position right like 3 times before he finally—finally lets you come. “you close? mm?”
𝜗𝜚—Manhandling, Mutual orgasm, Sweaty, desperate, cowboy sex
The rough rasp of Toji’s voice curls down your spine like a lasso around your waist, pulling a whimper out of you as you bounce in his lap. His calloused hands grip your hips, thumbs digging into the soft skin as he guides your pace slower, harder—like he’s savoring the way you split yourself open on him.
You’re barely holding yourself up anymore, thighs trembling, palms planted weakly against the broad plane of his chest. His bare, tan chest slick with sweat, the faintest dusting of dark hair leading down to where your bodies meet with filthy, wet sounds. His jeans are shoved just enough down his thighs for you to get what you needed, but his boots are still on the ground, spurs clinking softly every time his muscles flex under you.
And his hat—God, his stupid cowboy hat, the one he never lets anyone touch—
He fucking grabs it, plucks it off his head mid-thrust, and plants it right onto yours, tilting it down low over your eyes.
“You wanna act like a lil’ buckle bunny,” he murmurs against your mouth, “then you better wear the uniform.”
Your head tips back, the wide brim slipping lower, and it’s humiliating how much wetter it makes you.
You whine, rolling your hips desperately, chasing the thick stretch of him inside you. Every time you sink down, you can feel the way he hits so deep, scratching at that sweet, devastating spot that leaves your eyes rolling back.
“That’s it, sweet thing,” he coos low, voice syrupy and mean at once. “Ride it like you want it.”
You want it more than anything, grinding your hips against his pelvis, your pretty skirt bunched up around your waist, bouncing fast and desperate now, chasing your high like a little whore. His hands are everywhere—pushing up your top to mouth at your tits, grabbing a fistful of your ass, sliding around to rub slow, messy circles over your clit with the pads of his fingers.
“Fuck, Toji—” you sob, shoving the hat up just enough to look at him.
And he’s smiling at you..like you’re just another little bunny caught in his trap.
“You better cum for me, sugar,” he drawls, tightening his grip on your hips so you can’t squirm away, “Right fuckin’ now.”
You shatter on top of him, clenching so hard around his cock it punches a groan from his chest. He lets you ride it out, lets you make a pretty mess all over him, until he’s the one losing control, bucking up into you with a brutal snap of his hips and filling you up, muttering broken, dirty curses into the sweaty curve of your neck.
When you finally slump against him, panting and wrecked, he tips his hat back up your forehead with a lazy thumb.
“Look at you,” he murmurs, smug, voice thick and low. “Made yourself my lil’ trophy, didn’t you?”
not with the way your breath is still caught somewhere in your chest, skin hot where toji just kissed you, where his palms were wrapped around you like he owned every inch. and god, you don’t even need to look down to know your robe is a mess - half-slipped off your shoulder, loosely tied at your waist, the heat of his body still lingering like static.
from the kitchen, you hear cereal being poured with the chaos only a toddler can summon. clinks. sloshes. maybe a plastic spoon hitting the ground.
toji’s already out the door, heavy-footed and shirtless, muttering something like “gimme a sec, bud” while grabbing the milk from the fridge.
it gives you just enough time to almost pull yourself together.
almost.
because two minutes later, he’s back - and he means business.
he doesn’t say a word. just closes the bedroom door behind him with a soft click, strides over to you like a man possessed, and then he’s on you again.
“been thinkin’ about this all morning,” he rasps, one knee pressing between your thighs as he walks you backward toward the bed. “you on the rug like that, bein’ all sweet with him…”
his hands are already undoing your robe, slipping it off your arms, letting it pool onto the floor like it never mattered. you’re left bare in front of him, flushed and aching, and the way he looks at you - almost feral - makes your knees almost give out.
toji catches you with a low grunt, arms solid as steel around your waist.
“i mean it,” he mutters, dragging his lips along your collarbone. “you’re killin’ me.”
he lifts you again, like you weigh nothing and this time lays you out across the bed. slow, almost careful. but there’s nothing gentle about the way he settles between your legs, dragging his mouth down your sternum, over the swell of your chest.
you let out a shaky breath, thighs twitching as his hand trails up to your breast, palm warm and broad and desperate.
“toji-” you gasp when he flicks your nipple with his tongue, followed by a greedy suck that sends sparks down your spine.
his voice is wrecked when he pulls back, thumb dragging over the damp mark he left behind. “should’ve locked the damn door.”
you let out a shaky laugh, hand curling in his hair. “you’re the one who left it open.”
“yeah, and i’m about to do a whole lot more if you keep lookin’ like that.” his mouth returns to your skin, kissing a path down your belly - slow, aching, possessive.
and then you feel it: his fingers brushing between your legs, groaning when he feels how wet you already are.
“…fuck,” he mutters, burying his face in the crook of your thigh for a moment like he’s overwhelmed. “you’re so perfect, doll.”
his fingers slip in with ease, thick and precise, curling at just the right spot as he watches your mouth fall open and listens to your soft whimpers. he keeps you on the edge - pushing, pulling, teasing. his name falls from your lips over and over, half-pleas, half-prayers.
just when as you feel that familiar coil in your stomach about to come undone around his hand.
just when you’re gasping, about to come undone around his hand, he pulls away.
“not yet, baby,” he says, voice tight with restraint. “wanna feel you around me when you cum.”
he strips out of his sweatpants fast, like they offended him, and you get your first look at how hard he’s been this whole time - cock flushed, leaking, twitching at the tip as he lines himself up with a low groan.
“i should take my time,” he murmurs, rubbing the head of his length against your soaked folds. “but I need you too much, doll.”
when he finally pushes his cock in - thick and deep - the stretch burning in the best way. the pure size never fails to reduce you to a moaning mess.
you grab at his back, nails digging in as he bottoms out, voice catching on a soft, “toji-“
“shh,” he says, his forehead pressed to yours. “i got you.”
and then he starts moving - slow at first, rolling his hips deep until your eyes flutter shut, then faster, harder, chasing the way your breath stutters every time he hits just right.
when you felt his tip hit that one spot. the one that makes everything in your mind go blank. you let out a sweetened whimper as he says “ahh, there it is.”
you’re a mess under him. head thrown back. hair fanned across the pillow. his name tumbling from your lips like it’s the only thing you know.
“feel that?” he pants, hand pressing down on her stomach where there is a slight outline of his cock.”you take me so damn good. you really must want to be a mommy again.”
every thrust is rougher, needier, but still full of something tender - like he’s trying to give you something, not just take.
“gonna give you another baby,” he says lowly, voice breaking against your ear. “you want that, don’t you?”
you can’t even answer. you were too fucked out at this point.
you could just manage to nod, gasping, legs wrapping tight around him like instinct.
and that’s it for him. he groans your name - growls it, really - and leans down to kiss you hard, hips jerking as he spills his cum inside you with a low, broken sound.
he keeps moving even after, slower now, riding it out, brushing kisses across your cheeks and jaw while your bodies tremble together.
finally, he stills - sweaty, panting, arms caging you in like he never wants to let you go.
“you good?” he murmurs, brushing a thumb over your cheek.
you smile dazedly, still catching your breath. “…next time, we’re going to need more time.”
right on cue-
“mom! dad! the cereal’s too soggy now!”
toji groans against your chest. “i swear this kid is pickier than gordon ramsay.”
“i know,” you say, grinning. “but right now, you’re on milk duty.”
A/N: Sorry guys this is kinda cheeks because this is really rushed
★ miya atsumu, who turns so dumb when you ride him. he is babbling incoherences about how hot and gorgeous his girlfriend is. your pussy receiving him so good while you bounce on his dick and your warm, gummy walls milk him. his sloppy kisses on your neck while you tangle your hand in his blonde hair — usually perfect but now with frizz — and keep jerking off his large cock with your cunt. his hands travel up and down your body, wanting to feel each inch of your skin, wanting and needing contact with your warm flesh as he is hypnotised of how your chest bounces and your hips move so flawlessly.
choso was hunched in his gaming chair, pressing away at the computer keys, eyes trained to the screen. his lips were jutted out in a cute pout, concentrating as the character on his screen slashed its swords at its opponent. and after one last mighty swish, they landed a final blow to their opposition and choso whooped at his victory – and admittedly while you thought it to be rather childish, you couldn't help smile at his boyish reaction.
"hah! take that, yuji!," he hollered into his headset and spun around in his chair, cheering to himself. you faintly heard yuji's voice on the other end, likely groaning about his loss to his brother.
you were sprawled on the bed, staring at your boyfriend with a look of amusement as you heard him tell his brother that he wanted to play another round. while normally you weren't one to impede on his down time, there was something that was slowly beginning to gnaw inside of you – and that was frustration.
nearly three hours had gone by since he had come back home and for almost the last two he had been stuck playing this game with yuji. when he had come home, he hadn't greeted you with anything more than a quick 'hi' and a peck to your lips before he dashed to his computer. truth be told, you weren't entirely annoyed at first since you had been in the kitchen preparing yourself a nice cup of hot cocoa and were planning on watching the new episode of the show you were currently watching. so you presumed that after an hour or so, he would have stopped and then gave you the attention you craved.
but as the clock ticked on, it seemed that your boyfriend was glued to his seat and the computer screen. you let out a small huff in exasperation, which to your surprise, choso had heard even through his headset. he turned to face you and he peered at you with those godforsaken puppy-dog eyes of his and whispered, "i'm sorry, baby. one last game okay?"
oh, why'd he have to be so cute?
you nodded and he turned back around, starting a new game with yuji. you sighed to yourself, tracing aimless shapes on the duvet beneath you. your mind began to wander, thinking about his soft lips on yours, trailing down to your jaw and your neck, to your breasts and stomach, and then landing right where you needed him most...
just then, an idea popped into your head!
you slowly sauntered over to his desk, gazing down at him with desire pooling in your eyes that reached down to your core. you could swear your panties must have already formed a little stain – from simply thinking about him too, no less. your thirst for him only grew tenfold as he bit his lip, fully absorbed in his game, and the veins on his hands had become prominent as he smashed down on the keys in front of him. you had to suppress yourself from letting a moan slip past your lips as you imagined his large fingers pumping in and out of you, coating it with your arousal.
he hadn't acknowledged you next to him yet, his eyes never leaving the screen. you hoped that what you were about to do next would get him to at least look your way. you climbed to sit on his lap, arms draping over his neck, legs dangling on each side of his own. for a moment, you just sat there, squirming a little bit to make yourself comfortable. once you were completely still, he planted a soft kiss to your cheek and said, "hi baby," under his breath.
you clung to him like a baby as you inhaled the remnants of his cologne on the back of his neck, eliciting a quiet moan out of you. unbeknownst to you, choso had heard that and he had to fight the blush that was beginning to tinge his cheeks.
you began littering his face with little pecks and muttering a few 'i miss you's in between each one. he smiled fondly, thinking how adorable it was that you seemed so clingy in this moment. "let me finish this game, princess," he whispered sweetly into your ears.
"i wasn't talking to you, idiot," he grumbled into his microphone.
that wasn't going to stop you, though. you continued to kiss him until you reached his neck. you nipped and then licked at his sweet spot a couple of times, hoping to get a reaction out of him. while he hadn't said anything, you could tell it was working because you could feel his growing erection from underneath you, rubbing lightly against your clothed pussy.
you stripped yourself off the t-shirt you were wearing, leaving you in just your lacey bra and panties. choso's eyes roamed over your body, swallowing thickly as he gazed at your breasts that were perked up so cutely beneath the bra. he had to sink his teeth into his bottom lip to silence himself as you so sensually, so teasingly began to grind yourself on him, the tent in his pants only growing bigger.
"baby, what are you doing?," he said, covering his microphone so that yuji wouldn't hear.
"what ever do you mean?," you asked, batting your eyelashes at him innocently. "i'm not doing anything," you drawled out as your hands slipped underneath his sweater all the way up to his nipples, grazing them softly.
choso let out a tiny whimper, back straightening as he leaned forward to rest his chin on your shoulder. "stop that," he scolded you quietly but you could tell he didn't really mean it. so that meant you could play with him a bit more – until he reached his breaking point.
your hands grabbed the waistband of his pants and boxers, pulling them down to let his cock spring free. it looked so pretty – throbbing pink tip with little beads of precum dripping down already. it seemed you weren't the only one seeking attention. your thumb lazily rubbed the tip of his cock, smearing the precum all over it. choso's face was tainted a bright pink hue, and he was biting so hard on his lip you were worried the poor boy would start bleeding.
you wrapped your fingers delicately around his cock, giving it a few agonisingly slow strokes as you left open mouth kisses on his cheeks. he shuddered under your touch, his hips unwittingly thrusting up every time your hands reached the base of his cock. the sight of his flushed face and his pulsing dick in your hands was driving you mad and you needed to feel him inside of you now.
pulling your panties to the side and lowering yourself onto his thick, long dick drew out a loud, salacious whine out of you. one that had his cock twitching inside your hot, gummy walls. "oh my gosh," he mouthed silently, his eyes rolling back a little as he tried to bottom out in you – the sweet, pathetic boy.
arms wrapped around his neck and breasts pressing flush against his chest, your hips rolled against his, revelling in the feeling of his dick stretching you out and lightly rubbing against your clit. your hands reached for his hair, tugging on them to keep you supported in his lap. you removed the headphones from one of his ears and whispered seductively, "i need you, puppy."
that was all he needed to throw his headphones away – not before telling yuji to log off – and grip your waist to ram himself up into you. the angle was so new to you but his cock was hitting you right where you needed, so deliciously, drawing out almost pornographic-like whines and moans out of you.
"is this what you wanted, hm?," he asked, peering up at you through hooded eyelids, pupils blown with lust, a line of drool trickling from the sides of his lips. you just nodded in response, mind too hazy to be thinking straight and about anything else except for your boyfriend's hands on your ass and his cock sliding in and out of you at a divine pace.
to the best of your abilities, you were bouncing up and down, trying to match his pace. the ever attentive boyfriend, he had noticed and had reluctantly slowed down so that you could move along with him. the squelching wet sounds your pussy made every time he thrust up into you was making it extremely difficult for him to hold back however. yet he did his best – he only ever wanted to please you and do exactly what you wanted.
you peered down at him, drinking in the fucked out expression of his – his eyelids fluttering, his mouth slightly agape, his stare never tearing away from your breasts bobbing in front of him. it made your walls clench around him tighter, cute moans and whimpers spilling out of your mouth.
as his groans and mewls grew louder, you thought of one last way to toy with your boy.
your hips had suddenly come to a halt, your chest heaving as you caught your breath. his movements had come to a stop too, his doe eyes looking at you pleadingly, lips turned into an adorable pout. "mm~ why are you stopping?," he whined. "please don't stop." you could tell from his eyes alone that he was begging for you to continue – in all honesty, he could move if he wanted to. but he always needed your approval first.
he had burrowed his face in between your breasts, giving you little, sloppy kisses. he kept repeating the word 'please' after every kiss, his eyes fixated on you. "c'mon baby please," he begged. "don't stop."
you cupped his face in your hands, looking at him coyly as you mused, "have you been a good puppy?" you brushed the few stray strands of hair that had fallen in front of his face, allowing you to goggle at the beauty of your poor, needy boy.
he nodded his head frantically, hands snaking its way up your back to hold you in a manner so tender that it had your heart flutter momentarily. tears were pricking at his lash line as you felt his cock twitch inside of you, trying to gain any sort of pleasure it could. he was whimpering so cutely that you could not keep up with the torture any longer. you leaned in and purred in his ear as you began to move your hips again, "tell me that you are."
"i'm a good puppy," he whimpered, thrusting into you sloppily and eagerly, the grip on your ass tighter than before which was sure to leave marks until tomorrow. "i'm your good puppy, right?", he asked so sweetly that you had to stifle a little giggle.
"yes you are," you mewled, grabbing a chunk of his hair and pulling it harshly as his cock slammed into you. your juices were coating him so tastefully, even his happy trail glistening with the slick of your arousal.
it didn't take long until you were rubbing your fingers on your clit and choso knew that that meant you were close. he ripped your hand away from your pussy only to replace it with his thumb that skilfully drew circles the way you liked it – you had taught him well, of course. "fuck~ 'm gonna cum," you whined, holding onto his shoulders to keep yourself steady.
"me too! fuck!," he groaned, his hips rutting into you faster, thumb continuing to rub on your clit.
"c-cum inside me, puppy," you whimpered, "please."
who was he to deny his beautiful girlfriend what she wanted?
after just a few more thrusts, he was shooting hot ropes of cum inside your velvety, syrupy walls. your own orgasm soon washed over you, your legs shaking as you rode out your high and walls squeezing every last drop he had to offer.
your body slumped over choso's, both of you taking a moment to compose yourselves. after a few moments, he asked you, "what was that about?"
"i was... feeling needy," you admitted, burying your face in his neck to hide your pink tainted cheeks.
he chuckled at your response, patting down your hair gently. he placed his hands on your hips, caressing your sides as he said in a low voice, "i'm sorry for neglecting you."
before you could even have a chance to reply, he rose to his feet, carrying you in his arms. he shimmied off his pants that had bunched up by his feet and brought you over to the bed, laying you down softly. his frame remained above you, his cock still hard inside you and as his fingers grazed over your thighs, he whispered, "let me make it up to you."
giving nerdyclassmate!choso head for the first time ^^
"you're doing so good," you praise him, voice muffled as you bob your head steadily on his fat cock. spit strings from your lips, eyes watering as your throat strains around him, but fuck, it's worth it. he's huge. stretching your mouth to the limit, making your jaw ache in the best way. you’re honestly pissed at yourself for not getting in his pants earlier, who knew the quiet dork in the back of the class was hiding this?
"y/n i-i'm gonna cum..." he quietly huffs, running his fingers through your hair as he adjusts his hips in the chair. unlike the other guys you’ve been with—cocky, loud, full of bravado—he’s shy, shaky, almost scared of how good it feels, and his submissiveness stirs something deep in your core. you pull your head up, his cock slipping out of your mouth with a wet pop as you slap his tip on your tongue, looking up at him. "wait!" he jerks his hips up as his cock throbs in your hand. "don't stop, i-it feels good..."
total virgin.
"why should i?" you tease, dipping your mouth lower to trail kisses along his balls, tongue flicking playfully while your hand keeps pumping his soaked shaft. "beg for it."
his jaw clenches as he fights the urge to thrust. he’s flushed deep pink, glasses sliding down his nose, hair sticking to his forehead. you can tell he's close by the way he keeps twitching and you're about to ruin his orgasm, but that’s part of the fun!
"y/n, pleaseee." he whines, breath hitching. this time he yanks your hair, grabbing his own dick as he presses it against your lips. you give in, sucking his cock some more as he throws his head back.
“y/n, pleaseee,” he whines, breath hitching. this time, he tugs your hair hard, groaning like he’s losing control. his other hand grabs his own cock, pressing the wet, throbbing head to your lips like he needs your mouth. now.
you grin against him, giving in and sucking him down again, tongue dragging along the underside as you take him deeper, wetter, messier than before. he throws his head back with a choked moan, hands trembling, thighs clenching under your palms.
“shit—s-s’too much,” he whines, but his hips are still twitching, still trying to fuck into your mouth like he can’t help himself. poor thing doesn’t even know how to handle getting head.
you pull back again, licking up the length of his cock slow like you’re savoring it. “thought you wanted to cum,” you murmur, breath warm and filthy against his tip. “what, too much for you, pretty boy?”
his whole face is red, glasses slipping down his nose, lips parted and panting. “n-no, i want it—please keep going, i’ll cum, i swear—!”
you press a kiss to his slit, watching his whole body jerk. “then be a good boy and let me taste it.”
his hips stutter as he cums hard, moaning through gritted teeth as thick spurts paint your tongue, your lips, your cheeks. he tries to cover his mouth with one hand, but he’s shaking too bad, moaning your name like it’s the only word he knows. you milk him through it with slow strokes, licking him clean as he falls back against the chair like you just ruined him.
you crawl up into his lap, lips and chin still messy, and press a kiss to the corner of his mouth. “not bad for your first time,” you purr. “next time, i’ll let you finish inside.”
thinking about men whose adam’s apple bobbles when they watch the way you look in their eyes, their tip in between your pretty lips and your hand at the base of their shaft, slowly pumping it.
he can’t help but choke a moan, his bare chests heavy as he refuse to take his eyes off you. you look beautiful taking him like this, a wicked giggle coming from your lips as you tease him, swirling your tongue around his tip.
“don’t tease.. please.”, he pleads. it’s kinda pathetic, but you loved seeing him get this way, desperate for your touch.
you hum, moving your hand up and down his shaft, torturing him by squeezing every so often which predictably, elicits a sweet whine from his lips. you can already feel his cock throbbing just from this.
“you’re not about to cum already, are you?”, you scoff. but really, something about your boyfriend’s sudden submission causes a throb in your core.
“shit- sorry, sorry- m’ trying to hold it..” he whines with his painfully throbbing cock still in your hands, “please, just stop teasing..”
you smile at the sight, placing your lips around his cock while still pumping his shaft. you knew he wouldn’t last long, but only a few seconds in is when you feel his hand grip the top of your head and a splatter of his cum reach the back of your throat.
“fuck- i’m sorry.. i couldn’t hold it.”
oh, how you were about to teach this man a lesson.
yoichi isagi, meguru bachira, seishiro nagi, rin itoshi, satoru gojo, choso kamo, eren yeager, armin arlert, jean kirstein, levi ackerman, reiner braun, giyuu tomioka, kyojuro rengoku, sanemi shinazugawa, obanai iguro, hawks & your faves
sum. d!ck inside, gasp and moan filling the room. your boyfriend pays you a visit and one praise they have you cum just in a second, and what do they do? oh, i’m gonna ruin you with that’ they said.
warning. non-sorcerer! jjk men, established 23 you & 31 them, praise kink, petname(s), name-calling(s), overstimulated, dirty talk,
GOJO SATORU
your dorm room was dim, just the amber glow of your bedside lamp flickering against the walls and casting shadows that danced with the rhythm of your bodies. his shirt was tossed somewhere by your desk chair, your panties slung haphazardly over your open textbook—because of course gojo had bent you over your desk first, saying something like “might as well break in your study spot properly, baby.”
but now you were on the bed, flat on your back, his silver hair a messy halo as he hovered over you, hips grinding into yours at a slow, relentless pace. skin hot and sticky, your legs trembling around his waist, your breath coming out in ragged little gasps.
“look at you,” he rasped, sweat dripping down his temple as he dragged his cock out to the tip, just to slam it back in. “fuck, baby—you’re taking me so good.”
your nails clawed at his back. “s-satoru—!”
he groaned at the way your voice cracked, the way you clenched down on him so tight the second he said something nice. “mm? what was that? you like that? like being told how good you are for me?”
your walls fluttered around him. violently.
his eyes widened.
“oh my god,” he said, stilling completely inside you. “no fuckin’ way.”
you were already whining, shifting your hips to chase friction, but he grabbed your wrists and pinned them above your head with one hand, staring at you like he just struck gold.
“you’re gonna cum, aren’t you?” he whispered, breathless. “you’re gonna cum just from that.”
your face was burning. “shut up—”
but he didn’t. of course he didn’t. this was gojo.
“ohhh, no no, now i have to test it,” he grinned, the corner of his mouth twitching with mischief. “you like being praised, baby? does it make that pretty pussy all messy?”
you whimpered as his free hand slid down, thumb circling your clit in slow, teasing strokes.
“you’re doing so good for me. such a good girl—letting me fuck you like this, letting me ruin that smart little college brain. i know you’ve been working hard all week, haven’t you?”
your hips bucked hard.
“ah—there it is,” he laughed, almost mean. “my filthy little overachiever. studying all day just to get ruined by my cock at night.”
his strokes picked up. so did his words.
“so proud of you, baby. so proud of this body—these thighs, this tight little cunt that’s soaking for me. you’re just perfect. my perfect, obedient, desperate girl—”
your orgasm hit like a truck.
you cried out, back arching violently, legs locked around him as your whole body seized beneath him. your walls clamped around his cock so hard it knocked the air out of him, and for once, satoru gojo was left speechless.
“f-fuck—holy shit—”
he collapsed on top of you, still twitching inside, and laughed breathlessly against your neck. “you just came from that,” he murmured, grinning like he just won the lottery. “from me telling you how good you are.”
you were still trembling.
“i’m never shutting the fuck up again,” he whispered, kissing your jaw. “you’re so screwed, baby.”
and he meant that in every way possible.
GETO SUGURU
it was late—past midnight kind of late—and you’d just finished a soul-sucking group project that left you drained, grumpy, and snapping at anyone who looked at you sideways. which is why, when suguru showed up unannounced, you didn’t even question it. you just fell into his chest with a soft sigh, letting him carry you to the bed like he always did when you were too tired to move.
he kissed you like he missed you. slow and deep, tongue gliding past your lips like he had nowhere else to be. you didn’t even realize when he’d slipped your shirt off, or how your panties were already pushed to the side, or how the heat of his cock was nudging at your folds, thick and pulsing.
“tell me to stop,” he murmured against your lips.
you didn’t.
so he sank in slow, the stretch burning just right, your thighs wrapped tight around his waist, your fingers knotted in the strands of his hair still tied back lazily. he hissed through his teeth as he bottomed out.
“fuck, baby—you’re always so tight for me,” he groaned, his pace steady and firm, hips slapping into yours with a controlled rhythm. “even after all this time.”
you bit your lip, already feeling your body light up like a fuse had been lit in your spine. but you didn’t say anything. not yet.
he noticed it right away—how you squeezed around him the moment his voice dropped, all deep and sweet.
his brows lifted, that soft, wicked smile tugging at his lips.
“wait,” he said, rocking into you deeper. “you like that?”
you tried to look away.
“no, no—don’t hide,” he chuckled, catching your jaw and turning your face back to his. “you’re telling me you get off on a little praise?”
you shook your head. a clear lie.
“liar,” he murmured, leaning down to whisper against your lips. “you’re such a good girl for me. always so wet. always so eager to be filled up.”
you gasped—your body jolted—and your cunt squeezed around him so tight it dragged a curse from his throat.
“oh my god,” he laughed, unhinged now. “you’re fucking serious.”
he started fucking into you harder, deeper. his hand slid down your body, resting on your stomach, pressing there so he could feel how deep he was.
“i’m gonna ruin you with this,” he said, gaze dark with something close to awe. “just words, baby? just a few sweet nothings and you’re this close to cumming? fuck—look at you.”
you couldn’t hold back the noises anymore. every time he praised you—every filthy compliment, every soft ‘good girl’—your moans got louder, your legs shook harder, and your nails dug into his arms like you were holding on for dear life.
“such a perfect little thing,” he whispered, face buried in your neck. “taking me so well. doing so good, baby. you’re so beautiful like this—messy, fucked out, desperate.”
your body locked up.
he felt it, smirked, and gripped your hips tighter. “that’s it. cum for me. show me how much you love hearing how proud i am of you.”
and with a shattered whimper, you came. violently. full-body trembling, eyes rolling, breath stuttering as you soaked his cock.
he groaned into your mouth, slowing down just enough to ride you through it, kissing your lips softly like he hadn’t just broken you in half with his voice.
“mmm, my girl’s got the cutest kink,” he murmured, brushing your hair out of your face as you struggled to catch your breath. “you just gave me a fuckin’ god complex.”
you blinked up at him, dazed.
he grinned, leaned down, and whispered, “don’t worry. i’m gonna make you cum every single time i call you my good girl.”
and the worst part? you knew he would.
NANAMI KENTO
you didn’t expect him to show up at your dorm this late. he rarely came over without warning—he was punctual, predictable, always so polite about it. but tonight, something in his voice over the phone had made your stomach twist with anticipation. his “i’m coming over” had been low, firm, and left no room for argument.
so now you were here. back pressed against your desk, your shirt halfway open, your skirt bunched up around your waist, and nanami on his knees in front of you like a man starved. his tie was off, sleeves rolled up, glasses long forgotten on your nightstand, and you were struggling to breathe through the way his tongue moved over you—slow, devastating, focused.
“you’ve had a long week,” he murmured between licks, his voice thick with restraint. “thought i’d help you relax.”
your legs were already shaking, and you barely managed to stutter his name before he stood, towering over you, fingers ghosting over your trembling thighs. you could see it in his face—the slight pink in his cheeks, the tension in his jaw—that he was holding back.
and when he slid inside you?
oh god.
the stretch was perfect, deep, almost too much. you moaned openly, arms wrapping around his neck, eyes fluttering as he started thrusting into you slow and controlled, like he wanted to memorize the way your body reacted to each push.
and then—you clenched around him. tight.
the second he muttered, “you’re doing so well, sweetheart.”
he paused, eyes flicking up to your face. “...was that because of what i said?”
your mouth parted. you hesitated.
he stared for a beat, and then—something in him changed.
“interesting,” he breathed, voice suddenly darker. “so that’s what gets you dripping like this.”
he pulled out halfway, slammed back in, hard enough to knock a choked moan out of you.
“you want to be praised, is that it?” he murmured, brushing his knuckles along your jaw as he fucked you into the desk. “want me to tell you what a good girl you are?”
you whimpered.
he caught your face in his hand, made you look him in the eye. “you’re such a good girl for me. letting me have you like this. always so polite, so obedient—until i get you alone.”
you broke. you fucking broke.
your body went stiff, orgasm ripping through you before you could even warn him, clenching and throbbing so tight around his cock that his next groan sounded almost pained.
“fuck,” he muttered, hips stuttering. “you just came.”
you hid your face in his neck.
he didn’t stop.
he fucked you through it, whispering into your skin, “you did so well, darling. came so beautifully for me. i didn’t even have to touch you.”
and then, very softly: “what a filthy, perfect girl you are.”
you nearly sobbed.
he wrapped his arms around you, lifted you like you weighed nothing, and laid you on the bed—still inside you, still throbbing hard.
“don’t think we’re finished,” he said, sliding out slow, teasing, only to push back in and make you gasp. “not when i’ve just discovered how to ruin you.”
he kissed your forehead, lips soft and reverent.
“i’m going to praise you until you can’t walk tomorrow.”
and knowing him? he meant it.
TOJI FUSHIGURO
you knew what kind of night it was going to be the moment toji showed up at your door, leaning against the frame like he owned the place, shirt already unbuttoned halfway down and a smug glint in his eyes that said trouble. the man had no business looking that good at midnight.
"heard you’ve been stressin’ over your exams," he said, stepping inside without waiting. "figured i’d help you take the edge off."
“oh?” you quipped, cocky—until his hand gripped your throat lightly, tilting your head back just enough for his mouth to meet yours. and like always, he didn’t ease into it. his kiss was tongue and teeth and a little bite to your bottom lip that made your knees weak.
you didn’t even know when your panties came off. or when he bent you over your desk, your cheek pressed against open textbooks and crumpled lecture notes. all you felt was the heavy drag of his cock, thick and slow, sliding inside until you were full—so full you whimpered.
“fuck, always so tight,” he groaned, pressing his chest to your back. “like you’ve been waiting for me.”
he set a brutal rhythm, fucking into you like he was mad, like he missed you, like he needed this. every slap of skin echoed through the room, and your voice broke with every thrust. but then—
“such a good girl,” he muttered, not even thinking. just slipped out like it was instinct.
and your body snapped. you clenched around him hard, nearly choking on your moan.
he paused.
“…no fuckin’ way,” he breathed, pulling your hair to lift your head. “say that again.”
you stayed quiet. trembling.
he slammed back into you so hard your legs buckled.
“nah, princess. don’t hold out on me. you like that, huh? like bein’ called my good girl?”
you whined, breath hitching, face burning.
toji let out the filthiest, cockiest laugh. “holy shit,” he whispered, licking a stripe up the side of your neck. “you’re tellin’ me you cream the second i open my fuckin’ mouth? shit, baby—you’re so easy.”
his hand reached around, rubbing tight circles on your clit. “go ahead then,” he rasped. “cum on my cock. be my good fuckin’ girl.”
and just like that, you shattered.
you came so hard your thighs trembled, knees giving out under you. and toji? he just held you up, praised you through it, voice low and ragged in your ear.
“atta girl… so fuckin’ pretty when you cum. makin’ a mess on me already?”
he flipped you over like you weighed nothing, lifted your leg, and slid right back in.
“oh, we’re not done,” he grinned, breathless now, pupils blown wide. “you think i’m lettin’ this kink go to waste?”
you barely had the strength to answer, still shaking.
he leaned in, kissed you like he was mocking how ruined you looked. “you’re gonna cum for me again,” he promised. “and again. and again. until you’re cryin’ from bein’ called a good girl.”
and you knew—knew—he meant every word.
RYOMEN SUKUNA
it was late—quiet. the kind of silence that presses in on you thick and slow, where even the smallest sound feels amplified. sukuna’s apartment was dimly lit, just the soft, golden glow from the single lamp in the corner casting long shadows over the room.
you were straddling his lap, completely bare, thighs draped over his, your arms loose around his neck. his back rested against the couch, body warm beneath you, and his eyes—those deep, dark red eyes—never left your face. not even when your hips moved. not even when your breath hitched.
he had you seated right where he wanted you, hands gripping your waist, guiding your rhythm—slow, deep, unrelenting.
and you were a mess already.
“look at you,” he muttered, voice a low, amused rumble. “bouncin’ on my cock like you’re made for it.”
your breath stuttered, thighs twitching.
his fingers tightened on your waist just slightly. “you like that, huh? being told you’re good?”
you didn’t answer fast enough, but your body did—your eyes fluttering shut, hips stuttering, your moan nearly breaking apart in your throat.
and that was all he needed.
sukuna leaned in, mouth brushing your ear with a grin that you felt more than saw.
“ohhh. so that’s what this is.”
his tone dipped—taunting, smug. “my little girl gets off when i talk to her nice.”
you squirmed, half-mortified, half turned on beyond saving.
he tilted his head, watching your tits bounce with every needy rock of your hips. then he slipped a hand up, dragging his thumb lazily across your nipple, his other hand gripping your ass tight enough to bruise.
“you want me to keep tellin’ you how perfect you feel?” he whispered, suddenly more serious. his voice still laced with heat, but there was something darker behind it now. possessiveness. awe. “how tight this pussy is, how it sucks me in like it can’t breathe without me?”
your head dropped to his shoulder with a broken whimper.
“fuck—look at you.”
he let out a shaky breath, hips jerking up. “you’re gonna cum already, aren’t you? just from me talkin’?”
you nodded, desperate, babbling nonsense against his skin.
and then he said it—soft, low, raw:
“that’s my good girl.”
you shattered.
back arching, fingers clawing into his shoulders, your entire body went stiff before it trembled against his. you came so hard around him, so violently, it knocked the breath out of you—and sukuna just held you, smirking against your throat, murmuring filth between kisses.
“knew you were filthy for me.”
kiss.
“but this? fuck, baby. that’s dangerous.”
kiss.
“gonna use that mouth of mine to ruin you every night now.”
you didn’t doubt it for a second.
and from that night on, every time his voice dropped just a little, every time he muttered good girl into your ear—you remembered exactly how it felt to lose yourself right there on his lap, under the glow of that lonely little lamp, with praise melting off his tongue like sin.
SHIU KONG
it was supposed to be just a drive. just a night cruise with the windows down and your hand resting lazily on his thigh, music low and city lights flashing by. but shiu had always been the type to snap once something got under his skin—and you? dressed like that, soft thighs bare and eyes teasing him from the passenger seat?
you knew what you were doing.
that’s why you weren’t surprised when he suddenly pulled into some dark, quiet parking lot and killed the engine without a word.
his voice was low, rough when he spoke, hand gripping your chin as he leaned over.
“get in the back. now.”
you didn’t argue.
the car door slammed, and the moment you slid into the backseat, he followed—tall frame looming, heavy with intent. he didn’t give you time to process, to breathe—just pushed you down until your back hit the leather, and his mouth was already on your neck, hands everywhere.
“you always this bratty?” he growled against your skin. “or are you just desperate to get fucked like a little slut?”
your answer was a gasp, knees spreading on instinct. he chuckled low—one hand pushing up your skirt, the other unbuckling his belt in a way that felt both urgent and terrifyingly controlled. he wanted this, but he wanted to savor it.
his fingers slid between your legs, felt the mess there already.
“fuck—this wet already?” his brows twitched, head tilting. “just from me tellin’ you what to do?”
and then, a little slower:
“…do you like that?”
your breath caught in your throat.
“do you get off on being told you’re a good girl?” he murmured, right by your ear now, voice like hot velvet dragging across your spine. “is that what this is?”
you whimpered, body twitching, thighs tightening.
his grin was all sharp teeth and danger.
“well shit. that’s easy, sweetheart.”
he lined himself up, still fully clothed, only his zipper down, and pushed in with one long, slow stroke. you cried out—sensitive, overstimulated, and shiu loved it. he leaned over you, one hand gripping the seat above your head as he began thrusting, rough and deep, the car rocking with every snap of his hips.
“fuck, you feel good like this,” he panted, watching your eyes roll back. “so goddamn tight. takin’ me so well.”
then—he tried it.
soft, breathless, dangerous:
“good girl.”
your whole body clenched.
he stilled.
“…no way.”
he looked down at you, your chest heaving, face flushed, mouth open in a silent moan, your walls fluttering around him just from those two little words.
“you’re fuckin’ kidding,” he breathed, voice shaking. “you’re actually about to cum just from that?”
you nodded, whining—too far gone to be shy.
he groaned, forehead dropping to your shoulder. “oh, i’m gonna ruin you with that.”
and he did.
over and over, thrusting deep, whispering it like it was sacred.
“good girl.”
“such a perfect fuckin’ thing.”
“look at you, clenching around me so sweet just ‘cause i’m praising you.”
he made you cum so hard, you cried—shaking in the back of his car while the windows fogged and your voice echoed against the leather.
and after? when you were still trembling, body boneless under him?
he kissed your cheek, still inside you, and smirked against your skin.
“next time, i’m doing this with the windows down,” he whispered. “wanna see how many people can hear you fall apart when i tell you you’re mine.”
HIROMI HIGURUMA
the city outside was still alive—lights flickering against the windows, muffled car horns somewhere in the distance—but in his office, it was nothing but dim lamps, the soft creak of the floor beneath the blanket he laid out, and the sound of your breathless gasps echoing off his walls.
he was above you. hands planted firm on either side of your head, body stretched long and tense, every muscle in his arms flexing with control as he moved inside you—slow, deep strokes that made your whole body tremble beneath him.
his tie was still on, his shirt half-unbuttoned and sleeves rolled to his elbows. he looked down at you like he was trying to memorize every single twitch of your face, every broken sound you gave him.
“you’re taking me so well,” he murmured, voice rough, reverent. “fuck—you feel incredible.”
and you whimpered.
he paused—just slightly—but his hips didn’t stop.
his brow furrowed, mouth parting as his eyes locked onto your expression.
“…was that it?” he asked softly, his pace slowing, hips dragging almost teasingly deep. “did that do it for you?”
your face was flushed, mouth open, eyes wide—betraying everything.
he let out a low breath of laughter, something between awe and amusement, and leaned down closer, his mouth brushing against your ear.
“oh, you like being told that. don’t you?”
your hands gripped his biceps, nails digging in.
“god, of course you do,” he whispered, hips thrusting again, more deliberate now. “you’re such a good girl for me. lying here, letting me fuck you slow—just like this. perfect.”
your whole body jerked, breath catching. and he felt it—your walls tightening, the tremble of your thighs pulling him in closer.
his voice dropped lower, rougher.
“gonna cum, sweetheart?”
you nodded helplessly.
he smirked—something lazy, dangerous—and dragged his hand down between your bodies, fingers brushing right where you needed them.
“do it. cum for me.”
then, slower—deeper—hot breath against your lips:
“be a good girl and cum for me.”
you broke.
your back arched off the floor, thighs shaking around his waist as your orgasm tore through you—so hard it hit like a wave, full-body and overwhelming. you cried out, clinging to him as your body clenched tight, trembling under his weight.
and higuruma—he didn’t stop. he kissed your temple, dragged his fingers along your cheek, whispered praises while you came undone beneath him.
“you’re so beautiful like this,” he murmured, almost too tender for how deep he was still inside you. “so sweet. you always fall apart for me when i say it, don’t you?”
you nodded again, breathless, dizzy.
his lips curved into something between a smirk and a soft smile, brushing his mouth against your cheek as he pushed his hips in deep again.
“i’m never shutting up again, then,” he said, almost like a vow.
“you’re gonna cum from my voice alone by the time i’m done with you.”
and with the way your body responded—shaking, sensitive, already aching for more—you knew he meant it.
tw: fingering, cunnilingus, piv, titty sucking, slight bondage. all characters are 18+. minors and ageless blogs do not interact, you will be blocked.
gojo satoru loves sucking your pretty tits as you ride him. swirling his tongue over your perky bud, lightly biting it to get pretty sounds out of your mouth. your delicious scent evading his nostrils as you move up and down on his thick hard cock. "you ride me so good baby~ fuck... and these pretty fuckin' tits" smooch "...i can do this all day..."
nanami kento eats your sopping wet cunt for hours before he shoves his cock deep inside you. he needs to pull out multiple orgasms out of you. he tells you it's to give you as much pleasure as you deserve, but in reality, he just enjoys the pretty sounds you make, as you whine and moan his name, while you squirt all over his face. "ken-i can't... 's too much, haah..."
"just one more, darling. i know you have it in you. you can hold on longer for me right...?"
geto suguru loves fingering your pussy every morning. his special way of greeting you everyday after a good nights sleep. pulling your panties to the side or taking if completely off, wetting his fingers with his saliva and sticking it inside of you, thrusting his fingers in an out slowly, his cock twitching in his boxers from the wet sound of your pussy and your moans, as your still laced with sleep. "you're so wet for me. and so early in the morning too. but i can it can't be helped. isn't that right sweetie...?", he captures your lips in a gentle kiss.
toji fushiguro cuffs your hands behind your back when you're acting like a brat. thrusting inside of you in a steady rythmn, denying your cries of asking him to go faster. how would you learn your lesson if he just gives in to you. "you've been such a naughty girl, princess", he smacks your ass, your pussy clenching down on his cock. "you have to take your punishment. i'll go faster when you learn to stop being a brat."
choso kamo just loves playing with your pussy, mostly through your underwear. rubbing your clit with his thick fingers, hard and slowly as you let out cute breathes and whines. he could just stick with this without having to be inside you, especially on days where your tired from your daily activities. he comes inside of your panties leaving them wet and sticky with his cum and he makes sure you fall asleep that way. "you look so cute like this, angel. you don't know what you do to me..."
sukuna ryomen who absolutely adores watching you ride him reverse cowgirl. your ass that he loves oh so much so close so he can smack and caress it. the way your pussy takes his thick cock so well. the jiggling of your ass cheeks as you take him all the way to the base like the good girl you are makes the gears in his brain malfunction. "you're taking me so well, baby-ahh- yeah, just like that" smack "fuck-don't stop . don't stop until i tell you to, pretty"
❥ ceo!nanami who was never really into porn, not until you
sequel!
it’s not that he’s some raging virgin who’s never watched it. he’s a man — of course he has. but something about a lot of the videos rubs him the wrong way. maybe they’re too fake or have weird titles or overused tropes, like there’s a disconnect, one most ignore.
but for kento, it’s a complete turn-off. so, he doesn’t watch it, just uses his imagination and fucks his fist the traditional way. #realman!
that is, until he stumbles upon a clip of you reposted to twitter. no face, but that’s fine — he can see all that he needs to see: your trembling hand grips the flared base, flesh-toned dildo pumping in and out of your slick cunt.
your moans are soft, sweet, like you’re a little camera-shy, despite the steady flow of donations and the rapid-fire messages flooding the on-screen chat. they love you.
hell, he loves you, too.
for three nights straight, kento jerks off to that one minute clip, the black of his pupils practically engulfing the chocolate brown of his eyes as he watches you cum again, thick thighs squeezing together as you shudder and gasp.
tonight, though, he’s determined to attend one of your streams, glass of wine on his nightstand along with a bottle of lube.
god, he feels like a hormonal teenager again. he hasn’t jerked off this much in months, too swamped with work and other responsibilities to even allow himself a modicum of free time.
now, however? now kento is at it again, saliva pooling in his mouth as he watches you twist and writhe thanks to his generous donation while he pumps his rock-hard cock.
☆ $150 dono from @anonworkaholic: buy a new air fryer.
that vibrator is on max, the buzz loud enough to be caught clearly on camera along with the barely subtle squelches of your pussy, delicate folds glistening in the low, warm light of what he thinks is your bedroom.
kento is definitely above this — above donating money to a girl he doesn’t know, above furiously stroking his twitching, lubricated dick like some prepubescent, above being a part of the low-lives drooling over you in chat. he should stop. he should close the stream right now, finish rubbing one out in the shower, and then go to bed.
all that practically catapults itself out the window when you whimper out his weak username, a brief smile on your face before your maw goes slack again for another long moan.
no.
no, he is not above this, actually. he times his orgasm with yours, pearly whites sinking into his bottom lip as he tugs on that sensitive pink tip, waiting for your stuttered countdown to finish.
“o-one—!”
and when you cum, loud and wanton, back arching and pussy squirting, kento is right behind you, emptying his balls in stringy ropes of white all over his stomach.
...
nanami kento has hit a new low. he closes out the stream, ears burning and pink with shame, downs the rest of his wine, and takes a long, cold shower. he is never doing that again. ever.
but, a few nights later, he does it again. and again. anddd again, until, eventually, kento is deemed a vip regular, username now gold in chat with a special badge beside it.
this is the lowest of lows.
god, his employees and investors would kill him if they knew this is what he spent his excess money on a camgirl like some parasocial bum. especially his pretty little assistant.
now that he’s thinking about it, you and his assistant look alike. both gorgeous with similar face and body shapes, but not quite.
Neeeeed titty obsessed Gojo just sucking on it while you dry hump him which finally ends with you riding him at the end
♡ WARNINGS. mdni. dry humping, breast fixation
satoru’s got his face buried in your chest, lips latched around your nipple, sucking hard like he’s starved for it. his white hair’s a mess, tickling your skin as he groans, tongue flicking over the sensitive bud, teeth grazing just enough to make you squirm. you’re straddling his lap on the couch, hips grinding down, feeling his cock strain against his sweats—thick and hard, pressing right where you need it. the friction’s maddening, your soaked panties dragging along the bulge, his hands gripping your ass to pull you closer.
“fuck, so good—fuckin’ heaven,” he mumbles against your tit, voice muffled, blue eyes half-lidded and hazy as he switches to the other, sucking wet and sloppy. he’s obsessed—always has been—nuzzling, licking, leaving little red marks like he’s staking a claim. you roll your hips faster, chasing the heat building low in your belly, his muffled moans vibrating through you. “s-satoru,” you gasp, fingers tugging his hair, and he bucks up into you, desperate, needy.
“keep goin’,” he slurs, popping off your nipple with a wet smack, spit shining on his lips as he dives back in, sucking harder. his abs flex under his tight shirt, hips jerking to match your rhythm, the dry humping turning sloppy—your slick soaking through, his precum probably staining his sweats. it’s filthy, frantic, and not enough. you shove his shirt up, raking nails down his pale chest, and he whines, loud and shameless, thrusting up harder.
“need you—fuck, now,” you pant, yanking his waistband down just enough to free his cock—long, flushed, leaking at the tip. he groans, head tipping back, as you shove your panties aside and sink down, taking him deep, and his eyes snap to your tits, mesmerized as you ride him hard. “look at ‘em bounce,” he growls, voice wrecked, staring at the way they jiggle with every hard drop, the view driving him wild.
“best fuckin’ sight—love it, fuckin’ love it,” he babbles, hands gripping them, squeezing as you pick up the pace, his cock slamming deep. he’s panting, head tipped back, still stealing glances at your chest, moaning, “yeah, keep ridin’—fuckin’ love it.” you clench around him, thighs burning, and he’s losing it, eyes locked on your bouncing tits, completely lost in the sight of them so fuckin’ perfect.
no thoughts just nerd gojo trying to keep quiet while you suck him off in the back of the library (your fics bring out all the freakiness in me)
(I hope this feeds you well hehe)
Nerdjo is borderline upset with how much he’s struggling to cope, acting bizarre and downright embarrassing as you suck him.
He’s grasping at his own mouth hard enough to create small bruises on his cheeks to appear tomorrow, desperate to stay quiet. Tears falling from his eyes that are switching between clenching shut, rolling to the back of his head, and frantically looking around to make sure no one comes into the archive section and then at your bobbing head.
He’s begging you not to do this here, but is still jerking his hips up to meet the soft back of your throat. It’s not like a virgin can resist this, are you serious? This is all your fault! “P-Please! I just— No! It feels so— ngghhh— oh god! It’s so wet. This is so w-wrooong.” He thinks he’s being quiet but his whimpers are quite loud actually. Thank god this library plays a documentary movie at this time of day.
How could you show him how blissful fellatio feels for the first fucking time in a place like this? It’s cruel really. It would just last a few minutes, at most, until he busts, considering it’s his first time inside of a mouth, but you decided to jerk him off twice before this!
His legs are shaking and jerking along with his abdomen when you suckle the tip. His hands fly to your hair to pull you up but you don’t let up, it’s like you’re a suction cup on his tip that gets tighter when you attempt to take it off.
“OooOgh— w-wait! I hear someo— heaven have mercy!”
You almost laugh at his nerdy plead to heaven. You hear the footsteps too, but honestly you don’t care. Briefly, you take your lips off of his tip to talk, but you don’t let your tongue leave him for one second— licking at his cute little leaky slit on his tip. “Gonna cum, baby? I’m trying to suck all the milk out, see?”
And you precede to latch back onto the entire tip, sucking like a straw in increments that makes Satoru’s back arch all slutty as he gasps and gurgles of pathetic desperate noises come from his throat.
“I-It’s!! not milk!!” He shouts in that sweet nerdy way as cum begins to splurt out of his tip and fill up your mouth. He’s sneezing and hiccuping, like his body can’t handle this amount of pleasure.
Your eyes shoot up at his contorted face, a bit nervous at how loud that particular sentence was. He’s huffing and puffing and whining like he’s in pain, toes curling as he grabs onto books behind him sloppily, making them drop around you as he tries to stabilize himself in any way while you drink right from his source.
“W-What in gods name!?” An older lady shouts exasperatedly as you two come into view. She knew there was some weird noise coming from over here! The sight is diabolical. It looks like you’re inflicting assault on this poor boy with how pitiful he looks flailing like a fish with your head deep between his legs.
“I-I’m so sorry— nnnghhh— Misses Hawthorn!! B-But I’m e-ejaculating soo hard!” He’s shouting and whining, and right when you’re about to pull off of him with a mouthful, your eyes shoot open when he grips your head on both sides, hard.
He starts forcing you up and down like a pocket pussy while his legs shake violently. Your noises of surprise muffle and the cum in your mouth sloshes in and out of your throat, acting as lube for his cock to invade you as an excess of it spills down his cock and pools onto the library carpet. He’s overstimulating himself and you aren’t even sure he knows what he’s doing.
Misses hawthorn’s body hits the floor as she mutters a “lord have mercy” and passes out.
Oops, you can’t ever come to this library again. But Satoru is super apologetic afterwords, he even writes you and the library a formal apology, printed and envelope and all. He says he understands if you never wish to see him again. You think it’s hilarious because you were the one who started the entire thing in the first place— but you won’t let the opportunity slip away of him ‘making it up to you’ between your thighs.
His wide innocent eyes practically cross trying to memorize your beautiful pussy as you push his head down, glasses fogging up and crooked. He’s stunned seeing a pussy in person for the first time! It’s so pretty!!
But teaching satoru how to eat pussy is a whole nother thing, don’t even get me started on the many scientific biological facts about ‘cunnilingus’ he mumbles into your pussy.
He even pulls his head completely away sometimes and lifts one finger to point at the ceiling in a dorky way while he mumbles and slurs a fact about the nerve endings in the clitoris, his eyes swirling. You aren’t even sure he’s consciously telling you these things, it’s like these facts are coming from his subconscious while he’s in the hazy dreamlike state of eating your pussy. You have to tell him to shut up so many times and eventually you just push him back and sit on his face instead.
whenever he knew he was going to be away for a few days for work, he would pocket one of your adorable, lace panties. it didn't matter which one — all of them had his dick straining in his boxers in mere seconds.
thought there was this particular pair of panties — cute white ones with a little bow sewn on the centre, delicate lace flowers detailed all over. and the best thing? when you had surprised him the new white lingerie set, you showed him his name stitched on the back in little pink lettering. god, he was scared he was going to cum right then 'n there when you showed him.
and now here was, sat alone on the bed of the hotel room, fisting his cock with the said white panties wrapped so prettily around him. today had been an unbelievably stressful day and who could better de-stress than his sweet doll?
nothing could compare to you, of course, but he had to settle for the next best thing, otherwise he felt like he would implode.
he was imagining you on top of him, bouncing up 'n down on his cock, coating it with your sweet arousal. how your syrupy walls stretched out for him yet would clench so desperately around him and the soft, cute moans you'd let out — fuck... he couldn't ever get enough you.
he was dreaming about your nails digging into his chest, clawing at him as he thrusted deeper into you, hitting you right where you liked it. your eyes would be shut, mouth slack as those pretty mewls spilled from your lips, face contorted in pure bliss.
what sent him over the edge was thinking about how you always whined his name whenever you were close. so cutely, so prettily, it always drove him wild. his hips were bucking up into his fist, eagerly trying to get to his release.
"toji, toji, tojiii~", you would be whimpering as your legs would tremble, walls milking him dry as you reached your climax, soaking him.
alas, here he lay, your white panties stained with his white, pearly cum, a deep guttural groan leaving his lips, just wishing it were actually you instead.
he sighed, getting himself off the bed to head to the shower, though not before flinging your panties into the washer. he wasn't that dirty of a man, after all.
