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koishiro · 8 months

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# - 𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐍 𝐉𝐔𝐒𝐓 𝐏𝐔𝐏𝐏𝐘 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄

˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆ — 𝐒𝐘𝐍𝐎𝐏𝐒𝐈𝐒 : Gojo watches from the sidelines as his son gradually falls in love with you.

˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆ — 𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐑𝐄 : fluff

˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆ — 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐀𝐈𝐍𝐒 : kids romance, gojo being the best dad!

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The first time Gojo noticed you was on the platform of Kyoto Station. It was time for another school year so he was there to drop young Megumi off at the station which would lead to his new primary school.

“Do you have everything with you?” Gojo asks his son, mentally counting all of his things once more. When he doesn’t get a response back he looks at Megumi who stared off at something amongst the crowd.

“‘Gumi?” He tries again to catch the 6 year old’s attention, but he’s fully focused somewhere else. The platform was busy with people, all wishing their children luck on their first day so it was difficult to see where Megumi’s eyes were trained. But as his father, and no-less possessing the six eyes, he knew exactly what had caught his attention.

Slightly further down the platform, Gojo caught sight of you standing there, laughing and smiling with your family who were also there to drop you off. That was the first time Gojo saw you. He didn’t know who you were, but he had a feeling that, with a little coaxing, he would later on.

“‘Gumi, pay attention to your father!” Gojo whined at his son, causing Megumi to turn his attention back to the kneeling man. “Sorry, what were you saying?”

Gojo gave him a smile, “I was just making sure that you had everything with you and that you don’t forget about me okay?” He pouted before hugging him, much to Megumi’s refusal, just before the platform announcement came.

Megumi just rolls his eyes in response and makes his way on the train. Gojo turns around to look at you once more and sees that you’re doing the same, delivering one last goodbye before boarding the train, flashing a big smile towards Megumi beforehand. Gojo can’t help but smile when he notices a red hue staining the boy’s face.

Gojo waved enthusiastically at Megumi who sat at a window seat, hoping he wouldn’t cause too much trouble in school - unlike last year.

The end of his first day came and Megumi prepared himself as he made his way off the train “‘Gumi!” Gojo pushed himself through the crowd, passing other parents as he bee-lined towards Megumi, “I missed you my little mochi!”

Megumi whipped his head towards the white-haired man barrelling his way towards him, a grimace on his face when he’s practically to the ground.

“How was your first day? Did you get into any trouble? I don’t want any calls from your teachers again!” Megumi seemed to curl in on himself, embarrassed by his dad’s constant pestering.

Halfway through his rant Gojo noticed the far away look Megumi had as he stared at something or someone behind his crouched figure.

Turning around he noticed you stood not too far away, giggling and failing to hide your smile as you watched Gojo fuss over the young boy. Turning back to face the raven-haired boy he had to try and contain a smile of his own as he watched the way Megumi tried to hide his small body behind Gojo’s.

Y/n, that was your name. At least that’s what he heard through the boisterous crowd not too long ago. Maybe it was time to let Megumi go, figure his own way in the world.

The next time Gojo chooses to embarrass Megumi was sports day. While Megumi was sat cross-legged on the field with his team, Gojo was behind the fence with the other parents cheering obnoxiously loud.

He even took it upon himself to wear a custom shirt with Megumi’s face plastered on it with the words: meGOmi. And if it couldn’t get any worse, you had walked up to him earlier and commented on how ‘enthusiastic’ his dad was.

So when it finally came to Megumi’s turn during the footrace Gojo couldn’t help but practically scream out Megumi’s name and a few words of encouragement.

“You can do it my sweet Megumi! Remember the bet I have going on with the other parents! IF YOU DON’T MAKE THAT FINISH LINE YOU’RE SLEEPING ON THE COUCH FOR THE NEXT MONTH — I HAVE A REPUTATION TO HOLD UP!”

This caused Megumi to hide his face in the collar of his top, hiding from any prying eyes and especially a pair of honey-brown ones.

Of course Gojo couldn’t contain himself when he saw this and continued with his uplifting words, advocating himself as Megumi’s personal wingman, “Do it for your girlfriend!”

This caused Megumi to trip over his own foot, face-planting and resulting in a mouthful of dirt as he kept his eyes to the ground-now blown wide in bewilderment, too shocked to hear the whistle signalling the start of the race.

Even at the end of the race, Gojo continued his pestering as he made his way over to the boy, “how could you do this to me ‘Gumi?! Do you know how much money I put on you - oh hey, isn’t that Y/n?”

Whipping his head up Megumi made eye contact once more with your warm ones walking his way.

“Y/n! Did you see my Megumi? I think he needs some encouragement huh” smiling up at the 6’2 man, you failed to keep a small giggle to yourself, “he’s still a winner to me”

A bright red blush spread over the boy’s face at this, his eyes focusing anywhere but you. Walking closer towards Megumi you planted a quick peck to his cheek, wishing him luck on the next race before making your way back to your own team.

“If that’s not encouragement, I don’t know what is”

But it didn’t end there. Gojo had planned to visit the shop’s later that afternoon, wanting to grab a hold of some limited edition mochi he kept going on about.

But for some reason the now 8 year old Megumi stood awkwardly in the middle of the room, watching his dad grab his keys and wallet, “what’s up ‘Gumi?”

He shuffles in his spot for a moment, “Can I come with you?” Megumi quietly asks, his voice small and almost silent. Something Gojo is not too familiar with. Megumi never liked joining Gojo when he went out, according to him it takes too long.

“…Is this where you finally admit that you want to spend time with your ever-so-loving father?” Gojo boasts with a hand to his heart. Of course though, Gojo knows all too well that there must be a reason for his son to suddenly want to join and it definitely wasn’t to spend time with his dad.

Narrowing his eyes at the small boy, he probes further, “What’s the occasion?”

“…does there have to be a reason?” Gojo sends his son a questioning look, which causes Megumi to realise that his father knows him all too well. “I want to buy a Christmas present.” He quietly admits.

“Oh do you now? And for whom is this present for exactly?”

Megumi flusters at this as he wrings his hands together, “…for y/n”

Gojo smiles. It’s for the girl that he hasn’t been able to stop talking about - well, unknowingly that is. Ever since that kiss two years ago, he’s mentioned your name numerous times. So many times that it feels like Gojo practically know you.

Megumi always finds a way to include your name in things whether it being the food he’s eating coincidentally being your favourite, noticing a figurine advertised on tv which you happen to have a keyring of on your book bag, or how the laundry detergent reminds him of you every time you pass in the halls. Little things that he himself doesn’t notice he mentions but Gojo sure does.

Which led to where Megumi found himself now, trailing after the over-enthusiastic man to find the perfect gift for you. “I want it to be special” Megumi reminds the older male, sighing as he walks out from yet another store.

“Y/n must be special huh, the way you put so much effort into finding something special for her” Gojo stuffs his cotton-clad hands in the pockets of his winter coat as he slows down to match the steps of the gloomy looking boy, seemingly deep in thought.

“I’d be happy with a bag of Mochi honestly”

Megumi deadpans up at his father, “Good thing it’s not for you then huh” he pauses for a second before continuing in a smaller voice,

“I just-I feel… this just has to be different okay?”

Gojo just smiles down at the boy, a distant look on his face, knowing all too well what Megumi was feeling.

“Eight year old’s these days”

The next time Gojo saw you was at Jujutsu High, now 14 years old. Gojo hasn’t had the pleasure of teaching you at the school yet since you were placed in a separate class to Megumi, much to both of the boys dismay.

You and Megumi were sitting on a bench, clearly close with the almost non-existent space between the two. The way you two were laughing together at something the other said caused Gojo to slow to a stop. He couldn’t help but stare, a face of longing as he gazed at the two teenagers.

When was the last time he had seen Megumi laugh let alone smile? He couldn’t even hug Megumi without some sort of complaint along with a futile attempt at wriggling out of his hold.

Gojo couldn’t miss what he never had but he sure could hope, and damn the heavens; this was what Gojo had always hoped for, to see his son happy - he deserved to be happy.

Gojo was stood not too far away from where you both sat, unknowing of the emotional man staring.

That was until Megumi turned his head towards where the sorcerer stood. Megumi’s eyes widened, shock clear in his eyes at seeing his dad watching on.

Swiftly, Megumi makes his way towards him, “what are you doing standing there for?”

“Ah Megumi! Just reminiscing” Gojo greets his son, “I was just passing, got a meeting with the higher-ups, I’m probably late anyway” he scratches his head as he discreetly hides a paper bag, no doubt filled to the brim with sweets, behind his back.

“And you must be y/n!” Gojo says as you catch up with Megumi, now standing beside him. “The last time I saw you was when you kis-“

Quickly slapping a hand over the sorcerer’s mouth, Megumi was quick to interject, “kissed the ground! When I face-planted aha, remember that? Funny huh?”

Gojo just smiled behind the boy’s hand, deciding he’s teased him enough.

Although he doesn’t fail to notice the silver necklace around your neck. The same necklace he and Megumi went to look for as a ‘Christmas present’ for you. You still wear it, six years later.

A few months went by after that, Gojo had been patrolling the dorm hallways making sure everyone stayed where they were supposed to instead of sneaking off when he suddenly collided with a small figure barrelling their way down towards the girl’s dorms.

Looking down he was met with your worried eyes, “I’m so sorry sensei! I know it’s past curfew- I was held up but I’m on my way to my room now!” You rushed out.

Gojo shines up into a smile right away, clearly happy to see you, “Ah L/n~ Don’t worry about it, I’m no prude like that old man” he waves off.

As he says this Gojo looks down to see a plastic bag you were holding in your right hand. Noticing where his stare was directed you offered an explanation, “I went to buy some things I was running out of in my fridge, I was held up in a queue which is why I was running behind curfew”

Breaking out into a wide grin, Gojo more than happily replies, “Ah you really are wife material! It makes me so happy that my little ‘Gumi finally has someone he likes this much, honestly he’s starting to give me a headache with the amount of times you’re brought up” Gojo jokes but stops as soon as he catches the expression on your face.

“Megumi likes me?”

Gojo, by reflex, slaps a hand over his mouth. He really thought that Megumi had already told you. Something he expressed he was going to do one night weeks ago.

“Ah… so I see he didn’t tell you”

That night Gojo paced his friend’s room (or so that’s what Gojo calls him), waiting for the dreaded sound of a notification to pierce straight through his heart.

“Sit down”, came the bland tone of a certain blond, “worrying won’t solve anything”

“Maybe if I circle fast enough I can create my very own whirlpool which’ll suck me in, never to be seen again”

At this, Nanami placed his newspaper neatly on his coffee table before leaning over to grab the nearly forgotten cup of coffee. “This shouldn’t come to a surprise to Megumi, you can never keep your mouth closed”

“You know what, you’re right Nanamin! I’m not worried-why should I be? This was meant to be weeks ago-weeks, how was I to know any different?”

“So the fact that your phone is practically vibrating off the table doesn’t worry you?” Nanami hides his smug smile behind the rim of his mug.

Virtually diving for his phone Gojo rushes to open the message, prepared for the worst,

“I guess the letter was good news?” Nanami asks from the smile Gojo has plastered on his face.

Winter came later that year, Gojo was inside straying away from the cold outside. Opting to gather more wood the rack near the back door he caught a glimpse of something whizzing passed the window before hearing a muffled ‘hmph!’

Peering through the window Gojo caught sight of Megumi lying on his back with a face full of snow, making no movement to get back up.

“Oh my god, Megs! Are you okay? I’m sorry!” Gojo heard the muffled laughter of his son’s girlfriend as you made your way over to lend a hand.

This didn’t quite work in your favour though, soon joining the boy on the snow covered ground and laughter filling the air, “I am now that you’re down here”

Not even the sun on this beautiful morning was shining as much as the smile on Megumi’s face.

Just like before, Gojo stared off, a peaceful smile on his face. This was definitely more than just puppy love.

He knew from there on that Megumi would be okay, as long as he’s with you.

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=͟͟͞͞ ⌧ 𝐌𝐀𝐈𝐋 : I saw this pic of baby megumi on Pinterest and I couldn’t help myself ꒰ᐢ. .ᐢ꒱

— 𝘒𝘰𝘪 𝘹𝘰

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driaswrld · 5 months

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🪷 — THE SCANDAL OF THE CHILDHOOD CONSORT. . . UNRELEASED PUBLICATION 01 !

LADY DRIA WRITES . . . ˚ ༘ *

🪷 dearest gentle reader, this author has stumbled upon a shockingly salacious tale in the dark corridors of the gojo palace... 2.3k words.

🪷 prince gojo x reader smut!! pure smut not tied into main plot, only an alternate of current storyline. fem reader, cunnilingus, creampie, yk the gist guys (also my first full smut piece 😵‍💫) for all the prince toru girlies who got their hearts SHATTERED </3

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CHAPTER TWO (B) . . .˚ ༘ *

GRAPE FLAVORED : LACE EDITION.

Satoru dips his head in a swift motion, his mouth planting a ghost of a kiss to the corner of your lips, and his dimples deepen when your head moves forward to chase his taste, something you’ve never had but crave with every inch of your being.

“Satoru.” You whisper, desperate. He hates himself for wanting this so bad.

He doesn't make you wait long as he presses his lips to yours, it's rough, hungry — he sighs into your mouth, shoulders drooping like he’s finally found what he's been searching for all his life on your tongue.

He’s kissed you before, on the cheek, side of your neck, corner of your mouth — tasted the salty tears of your youth, licked his lips and drank in the remnants of your flavored lipgloss.

He was too young then, too foolish, too afraid to want more.

Satoru’s tongue slips past your parted lips, teeth on wet pink muscle and a shiver runs down his spine when he tastes you, truly tastes you for the first time.

Grape flavored and starving.

A guttural groan leaves his throat when you reach a hand out to tug at the front of his pants to pull him closer. The crowned prince’s knees buckle, digging deeper into the floor beneath him.

Do you even know all the ways a woman can be seduced?

“There's so much I could teach you,” his arms hook under your knees the moment your tongue tangles with his, free hand shifting the skirts of your dress and searching like a man on a treasure hunt. “So much you could learn, pretty.”

“Teach me,” you plead, lips wet and chest already heaving.

Satoru murmurs a sound of disapproval against your neck, his tongue sucking the skin at the collar of your throat. “Not yet, have’ta give you a gift of my own first.”

( so he is jealous then ? )

Your thighs shiver when his cold hands snake under your dress, your arms looping around his neck to tug him closer to your body.

“Why do they put you in so many layers— s-shit.” His complaints falter when his palm cups the lace adorning your heat.

Satoru Gojo isn't a pious man, but this must be a gift from God.

“You're too fucking good.” Satoru groans, scooting back on his knees to hike up the layers of your dress.

He has to see the color of your panties. Has to see the lace design he knows is strewn across your pretty pussy— because you're a lace girl, never silk, Suguru doesn't know you, hasn't known you the way Satoru has.

It's vulgar.

“Satoru, waitwait—!” Falls on deaf ears, because he’s already hooking his thumbs under the waistband of your lacy panties, pulling the fabric to stretch, playing with it as your folds slick up, a wet patch forming.

He toys with the edges of the lace, pulls and pulls until he lets it snap back against your front, his breathing going ragged with each sharp inhale you take.

He likes playing with you like this.

“Look at that.” Satoru pulls your panties to the side, your cunt clenching around nothing. “Pretty girl ‘s crying for me. . .” He spreads your folds with his index and middle, his cock straining against his pants, begging for relief.

“Don't just look at it like that— you're odd!”

“Yeah?” he chuckles, rubbing his thumb over your pulsing clit, flicking the bud teasingly. “Don't break my heart, princess.”

There's an undertone to his words as he sinks two fingers into your weeping whole, pumping against spots you couldn't reach with your own.

Satoru bullies his fingers into you, searching endlessly for something he thinks he’ll never find.

tell me no one’s touched you like this, tell me it's only me, tell me it’s not him—

Your hips rise to rock against his fingers and he stifles a laugh, almost bitterly. He knows better, but you're as better as the best gets.

“Hold this f’me, yeah?” Before you can question it, the skirts of your dress are bunched into your lap as Satoru’s head dips between your thighs.

“Fuck—” your mouth goes agape as his tongue licks a fat stripe up your folds, his fingers scissoring and stretching you open in time with his licks, tongue flattening and curling and flattening and curling. “How do you even—”

how many girls have you kissed like this?

Satoru mumbles something against your clit that you don't hear, but it vibrates through your core as his tongue slips into your hole, eagerly fucking you and sucking up your juices.

Now this is a royal scandal.

“Tastes just as sweet as I knew it would,” he moans, grinding his hips against the foot of the sofa, using his other arm to push against your knee, spreading you wider for better access. “Would go to war for this pussy, baby.”

Your head spins.

You knew of Satoru's. . . appetites as a Prince.

But experiencing it firsthand? Every lap of his tongue at your entrance, every stretch of his fingers has you seeing stars.

“‘Toru—! mmph, too much,” Your hips buck against his mouth, your head falling back against the window.

The night air doesn't help cool your skin with how hot your entire body feels.

“Too much?” Satoru repeats, mockingly. His cheeks hollow as he curls his fingers, pressing against that spongy spot that has your hips quivering, lips suckling your bundle of nerves. “C’mon, you cryin?”

“M’ not— not crying. . .” You sob, thighs squeezing around his head. He slides his fingers out of you, using both hands to hike your legs over his shoulders. “So good, it's so good.”

You feel him grin against your cunt as he dives back in, his tongue and fingers tag teaming between abusing your clit in harsh circles and thrusting into your drooling hole.

He’s getting off to the praise, his hips pressed firm against the sofa as he whines against you, your ankles crossed between his shoulder blades, heels digging into his back. “Can't get enough of you.”

“Please, wan’ta cum—” Tears escape the corner of your eyes, your thighs trembling and walls convulsing around his fingers. “Gonna cum— mhm, stopstop—!”

Satoru groans against your cunt when your back arches and your hips drive against his face like a woman possessed, his nose brushing your clit just right as your high hits you hard.

“I’ll replace these.” Satoru rasps, pulling away from you with a soft squelch.

“Replace? What do you—” You can't see the expression on his face with how his head’s hidden under your dress, but your heart pounds in your chest when his fingers wrap around one of your ankles in a soft caress.

The realization hits you then, as the liquid cools and fabric sticks to the inside of your thigh.

He’s talking about your panties.

“Lace is so pretty on you,” he murmurs, fiddling with the buttons of his pants, careless to his haphazard movements as his cock springs free, curved at an angle and beading with precum at the tip. “You don't know what you do to me, I swear.”

Lace.

Like the glove you gifted him your favor with.

Your face floods with heat when he flips the rest of your dress up, your gaze never leaving his hardened cock, the way it looks so angry at you.

It comes to you then as he looks up at you, snowy hair matted, nose to chin glistening with your slick and eyes hung low.

Prince Satoru, your childhood bestfriend, just ate you out.

And he's about to fuck you.

Satoru grasps both your ankles, letting his grip trail down to your thighs as he rises to his feet.

“You're a lady. A Princess— fuck,” Your hand reaches down to wrap your fist around his hot length, and it jolts to your touch.

You deserve better, he wants to say. Better than having your legs spread open for him in a dark corridor.

“Forgive me.” Satoru pushes your thighs down to meet your chest, effectively folding your body in half for him.

i'm sorry i’m sorry i’m sorry — i love you, i’m jealous.

And you whine, your arousal dripping down your thighs, still not fully recovered from your first high. “I'm gonna fuck you like anything but a lady.” His hot length bucks forward through your fist to bump against your folds and you bite your lip at the sensation.

He’s painfully hard and spilling precum, slipping back and forth across your pussy lips.

“Let me in, princess, please, I need you.” You pump his length in a few languid strokes and he shudders as you guide his cock to prod at your entrance. “I’ll fucking die if I don't—”

With bated breath and barely any restraint, Satoru rocks his hips forward, his tip sinking between your puffy folds and popping in.

“Pretty girl.” He moans, pushing forward until he's buried to the hilt, his cock curving to prod against your insides, deep.

“Satoru—” You gasp, your walls clenching at the penetration and his brows dip as he leans over your body, kissing the side of your neck. “I know, baby. . . fuck, squeezing me so tight—”

“C-can't help it,” you whimper as he rolls his hips forward, slow at first, so you feel every inch of him filling you up, like you were hollow before this.

Satoru lets out a sharp whine, almost girlish when he picks up the pace, fucking himself into you with deep slams, one hand leaving your thigh to tug at the front of your dress, using it as grip to fuck you rougher.

It's desperate.

“Hear that?” He whispers against your skin, each pump of his hips has his balls slapping against your ass in loud wet smacks, your cunt squelching around his cock, all sensitive and gushing for him, just like he imagined.

“We're kissing down there, pretty.” He chuckles breathily.

You’d scold him but you chuckle between a moan, his hips jerking forward harshly at how your pussy squeezes him in just from that. “I-it’s so hot—”

“Sucking me in— so needy,” he grunts, slipping his other hand between you to roll your sensitive bud under his thumb. “So loud and filthy, knew you wanted this as much as I did, baby. Wanted me to fuck you like this for so long, hm?”

“Satoru!” Your back arches off the sofa as you bite back a sob, your hips rocking to meet each of his thrusts. “Wanted it— wanted you so bad.”

“Who’s making you feel so good, huh?” Satoru pants, pressing his weight down onto your body, caging you under him as his thrusts become borderline feral, the top of your dress beginning to rip from the strength of his grip. “Say it, shit, say it—”

tell me it's me and not him. tell me only i can make you feel this good.

“Y-you,” you choke out, your lungs burning as you try to catch your breath.

Satoru slows his thrusts to a grind, unsatisfied with your answer, fucking you shallow and drawing it out, his tip pressing against your sweet spots making you see white.

“Princess,” he grunts in warning, applying more pressure to your clit, your body writhing beneath him. “Don't tell me that pretty little head ‘s all fuzzy now.”

“‘Toru, please—” Your palms push at Satoru’s chest, nails digging into his shirt, the coil in your core wound tight and teetering at the edge, but he won't push it past the edge. Not yet. “It's you, my Prince— ‘s you, Satoru!”

Your Prince.

You barely get the last syllable out before he’s bullying his cock into you in harsh strokes, the sweet plap plap plap of his body against yours is drowned out by all the things he whispers in your ear, only me, nobody else, you’re mine, gonna fuck you full so you won't forget.

“Wanna cum, ‘toru,” you cry and he bites down on your shoulder, as he exchanges his grip on your thighs for your your hips, pulling you onto him as he fucks into you with reckless abandon, sweat collecting at his brow.

“Yeah? Gonna cum for me?” Satoru presses his mouth against yours in a disoriented kiss, moaning into your mouth as your walls convulse around him, his cock twitching and swelling inside you. “Cum all over my cock baby, make your Prince a mess.”

Your hips move on their own, your body flushing with pleasure and the coil inside your belly snapping, giving way to your second high.

Your legs wrap around Satoru’s waist, pulling him impossibly deeper into you while you climax, his own breathing going short.

“T-tight, fuck, gonna make me cum—” Satoru lets go of your hips and reaches for your hands, interlacing them with his above your head, his thrusts growing sloppy as he gets closer.

“Look at me, yeah, look at me when you make me cum. Look at what you do to me, pretty.”

Satoru pushes his body flush against yours as his cock twitches, his hips stuttering and nose pressed against yours, mouth open with a loud moan when he unloads, spilling himself inside you in thick spurts.

He hugs you close to his body with a few soft thrusts, fucking his cum deeper into you with broken whines, his body slumped atop yours as he rides out the rest of your highs, the air cooling and settling.

“Think I got carried away,” Satoru whispers, pressing gentle kisses across your face, and a chaste one to your lips as he catches his breath, cheeks flushed pink.

“You think?” You pant, biting back a laugh, to which he buries his face in your neck. “We need to go—”

“Don't feel like it,” he mumbles, nuzzling close to you, and your eyes flit to the window, taking in the stars.

You bring a hand up to card through his hair, and he sighs at the feeling.

“But, the ball—” You try to protest, but he cuts you off by squeezing you close to him, impossibly close. “And the grape juice—”

“I’ll replace the dress too.” Satoru whispers. “Nothing else matters— just a little longer.”

You feel him smile into your neck and you roll your eyes, laying your head back with an exasperated sigh of your own.

“Just a little longer, then.”

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drowsynyuu · 2 months

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JJK MEN EDGING YOU ミ★

NSFW BELOW~ jjk masterlist!!

cw: afab reader, edging (obviously i mean it IS in the title so-), teasing, oral (reader and masc receiving), pussydrunk choso :3, ngl choso accidentally edged you but he makes up for it 🎀, choso cries while you suck his dick 😇, rough sex !!, there’s a part where shiu comes on your coochie lips but not inside 😵‍💫

a/n: i think it’s obvious who’s my favorite out of all of them 😁

suguru // “there we go.. keep relaxing for me baby..” suguru muttered softly as he kept your hips over his lap, his fingers curling to reach the parts you never could inside your cunt.

“mmm.. sugu, i’m close.. gonna cum soon..” you whined softly, arching your back a little.

“are you, baby? gonna cum for me?” he asked, a little smirk on his face as his other hand gave your ass a little squeeze. he chuckled as you whimpered, nodding. “go ahead baby.. let me see you cum..” he said as he sat back, a smug look of his face as an idea brewed up in his head.

you couldn’t even think at that point, biting your lip as you prepared for the intense orgasm building up. but right as you were about to cum, you felt his fingers pull out, making you cry out in frustration.

“ohh i know, baby.. you wanted to cum.. but i couldn’t resist it.. just needed to see that exact frustrated look on you..” he teased, his hand touching his cock through his underwear a little.

choso // choso let out a soft groan as he gripped your thighs, your legs resting over his shoulders as he eagerly lapped his tongue at your cunt. “tastes so good, baby..” he murmured as he closed his eyes, completely focused on your pretty moans.

he could stay between your thighs for hours if you’d let him, not a single care for his cock that’s getting pressed on the sheets through his sweatpants.

he hadn’t even realized that you were building up to your orgasm, you weren’t one to show what you felt through your body. so when he pulled away to give your thigh a gentle kiss, he was a little surprised when you let out a soft whine.

“what’s wrong, baby?” he asked, a little worried as he met eyes with you.

“i was gonna cum..” you frowned, seeing choso’s eyes soften in response.

“i’m sorry.. didn’t mean to do that..” he murmured as he moved to give your lips a few gentle kisses, letting you get a taste of yourself. “i’ll let you do stuff to me.. as an apology..” he muttered against your lips.

so that’s how you found yourself sitting in front of him, looking in his eyes as you gently pumped his cock. his sweatpants were tugged down to his thighs, his precum leaking everywhere. he let out breathy moans as he covered his face with his arm, his face flushed as he almost cried from the pleasure.

his breath hitched as he felt you take his cock in your mouth, biting his lip as he moved his arm to look down at you. “oh fuck..” he whimpered at the sight. you looked so good when you sucked his dick, but he honestly thought you were always looking good no matter what you were doing. “that feels.. so fucking good..” he whined, sniffling as he rested his eyes back.

his eyebrows furrowed as his lips parted, his hands shakingly searching for something to hold onto, settling for the sheets.

“oh my god..” he whined, his voice breaking as his eyes watered. “keep going, baby.. ‘m gonna cum soon..” he moaned. “shit..” he muttered as he felt the vibrations of your small chuckle.

right as he thought you’d make him cum, he felt your lips off his cock, a smug look on your face as he looked down at you to complain. “i’m sorry, baby.. please— i just wanna cum, please.. i’ll make you cum lots after i promise!” he begged, his face flushed.

“yeah? you won’t stop right before i cum again?” you asked, gently massaging his thigh.

lesson learned.

shiu // you had accidentally came way too early than intended while riding shiu, so now he had you pushed over his lap while he roughly fucked into you from behind.

“what was that, baby?” shiu teased, pretending like he didn’t hear your plethora of apologies and cries.

“‘s too much.. can feel you so deep..” you whimpered, reaching behind to cling onto his arms. you could hear him let out a slight groan from the feeling of your nails almost digging into his arms.

“you close? feeling your cunt basically trapping me inside you..” he teased, smirking when you nodded. “do you wanna cum, baby?” he asked, “oh i bet, hm..” he spoke after you nodded.

“shiu..” you whined, your eyes rolling back a little as your back arched a little. you gasped as you felt his cock prod deeper inside you, almost scrambling your insides.

shiu smirked when he saw all the telltale signs of your impending orgasm, pulling out last second. it didn’t even process in your mind that he didn’t let you cum until you felt the tight feeling disappear. instead you felt his cum shooting onto your pussy, making a mess of you. “shiu! you asshole..” you frowned as you looked behind you to glare at him, only for a whimper to leave your lips as he harshly slapped your ass.

“doesn’t feel nice when it’s you getting denied, hm?” he grinned, leaning down to kiss you before he guided his cock back inside your cunt.

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yotume · 12 days

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#呪術廻戦 #脹相 #鹿紫雲一 #jujutsu kaisen #jjk #choso #hajime kashimo #🎀

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seraphdreams · 8 months

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SERAPHDREAMS KINKTOBER 2023.

"I MEAN I'M CUTE BUT ALSO REALLY FUCKING CREEPY." — hi, it’s your resident bimbo! i’m so excited to do this again so let’s get into, yeah?

OCTOBER 6TH.

"WHAT DO YOU WANT?"

"TO SEE WHAT YOUR INSIDES LOOK LIKE." | ARMIN ARLERT.

cw. fem!reader, ghostface!armin, modern au, mentions of murder, symbolism, noncon/dubcon, insanity, manipulation, monomania + more..

armin’s worked hard to build up his perfect life, and he certainly wasn’t expecting for someone to have what he strived for just handed to them. he’s obsessed — with a life that isn’t his.

OCTOBER 13TH.

ARE YOU AFRAID OF THE DARK? | GOJO SATORU, SUGURU GETO.

cw. fem!reader, college au, dark content, kidnapping, use of toys, fearplay, blindfolds/restrictions, noncon/dubcon + more..

the campus power outage gives your sly classmates a proper chance to get to know you.

OCTOBER 20TH.

LORD GIVE ME ONE MORE CHANCE. | TAIJU SHIBA.

cw. fem!reader, sacrilege, corrupt priest!taiju, dark content, power play/power imbalance, manipulation, unprotected sex, behavioral therapy, christian ideologies + more..

taiju’s known amongst his community as one of the best. surely, he could handle looking after a young, hot, brat — maybe even teach her his ways.

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sednas · 2 years

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𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐘 𝐀𝐂𝐂𝐈𝐃𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐘 𝐁𝐑𝐔𝐒𝐇 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐈𝐑𝐒

// I didn't expect yall to like this idea so much, so here's a jjk version! //

⠀ૈ☆ tokyo revengers version

⠀ૈ☆ ft. gojo, geto, nanami, toji, yuji, megumi, nobara, maki, toge, sukuna, mahito x gn!reader

𝐆𝐎𝐉𝐎 looks at you like ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) “so? what are you waiting for? kiss me.” he laughs when you roll your eyes, delighted by the way you’re trying to hide your flustered face.

𝐆𝐄𝐓𝐎 keeps his composure, not saying anything and smiling a little when he sees you in the corner of his eyes, looking at him. he purposefully asks you a question right after, only to hear you stutter.

𝐍𝐀𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐈’s eyes twitch behind his glasses and he thinks to himself: “THIS IS HIGHLY UNPROFESSIONAL KENTO.” but all he does is mumbling an apology in his usual stoic voice.

𝐓𝐎𝐉𝐈 smirks and as soon as he sees your flustered expression he takes your hand in his, making you gasp in surprise, your eyes anxiously staring at him to see what he’s going to do next. while maintaining eye contact this bastard starts licking your hand, laughing immediatly after you violently try to escape from his hold. “you’re always so cute.”

𝐘𝐔𝐉𝐈’s cheeks become as pink as his hair and he immediatly apologizes, secretly relieved when you say that it’s okay with a smile. he’s going to think about it every night before going to bed.

𝐌𝐄𝐆𝐔𝐌𝐈 freezes for a few seconds, his green eyes falling on where your hand touched his. knowing how introverted he is, you quickly say sorry, hoping he won’t kill you. but he just shakes his head while shyly looking away. after that you can see him touching the spot where your hand touched his.

𝐍𝐎𝐁𝐀𝐑𝐀 let out a little “oh” before looking at your face. a few seconds after she furiously blushes, her brows furrowing while she quickly looks away. she doesn’t speak for a long moment after that.

𝐓𝐎𝐆𝐄’s eyes widen, and he’s lucky to have his uniform that hides half of his face because he is blushing. he turns his head toward maki, hoping that you didn’t see the tip of his ears getting red.

𝐌𝐀𝐊𝐈 keeps her cool and pretends not to notice what just happened but you can see how her hands slitghly tremble. “is everything okay?” you ask her, and she just nods, blushing under her pretty glasses.

𝐌𝐀𝐇𝐈𝐓𝐎 smiles before disfiguring your body with his hand still touching yours <3

𝐒𝐔𝐊𝐔𝐍𝐀 curls his lips in disgust before snapping your hand away. “get out of my sight, filthy human.” he says, lovingly.

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m-ayo-o · 5 months

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😈 🎀💙

emoji event : 😈🎀💙 impact play + sub!satoru x f!reader 18+ uhm so i may have got carried away with a bit of... plot. spanking, hand job, edging, restraints, sex

the event is still closed this req was from a while ago

"Sweetieeee!"

You hear your unstoppable, invincible man singing down the hallway, full of energy and giggles. But tonight, after the longest, most frustrating day of your life, you're not in the mood for his antics.

After all, he's the one who left you in such a mess today, with the first years on a mission way above their level, you had to take control and manage everything by yourself, like a responsible adult.

But you barely made it out alive and you don't think this reckless, insane man really understands that.

So he enters.

And you shout. And scream. Until your lungs give out and he can't take any more of your nasty, cruel words.

"Stop" he's quiet, but you can hear him as you start to simmer down.

"No."

But you're not done yet. You need to teach him a lesson.

"Come here."

You give your desk a firm pat, beckoning him over.

He approaches, towering over you, looking a little anxious but still trying for a smile.

He just never stops. He never listens. And he never learns.

"Satoru," you use his full first name, forgoing any of your usual nicknames, "I want you to bend over for me."

He looks confused, crystal blue eyes darting from your pretty face to the wooden desk, where your hand still rests.

"Why would I do that?"

You give him a hard glare, standing your ground and reaching a hand up into his snowy locks.

You let your lip twitch into a little smirk when you see his eyes widening. He was expecting you to caress him, to stroke him softly and give in to his handsome charm. But you grab his hair, pulling harshly at the soft strands and order him to get on your desk.

"F-fuck, ok, ok..."

You watch his tall body fold in half as you press his cheek into the wood.

"Angel, I don't know where you're going with this but- ah!"

You rip down his pants with a harsh tug, exposing his pale, perky ass.

"What- what do you think you're- shit!"

He winces when your hand delivers the first hard smack, making his whole body jolt with surprise.

Of course, you didn't hurt him. According to the man himself, nobody can hurt him. But you got some sort of feeling stirring between his legs.

"Satoru"

"Babyy-"

"Satoru, I'm fed up with your bullshit."

You voice remains calm, despite the harsh slaps that land on his skin.

"I'm fed up of being left... in the deep end... with these novice fucking sorcerers... while you're off in whatever fucking prefecture you fancy... getting shitty mochi!!"

"Ah- shit- baby, w-wait..." he can feel his cock filling up and pressing against the desk now and he just doesn't know what to do with himself.

You start to feel a little guilty, seeing how raw his ass is getting. But your hand is no better.

"It's just that... the strongest fucking sorcerer of this era... can't even... protect his own girlfriend..."

You trail off completely now, sinking onto the desk next to him and watching him slowly start to rise, thinking this was a stupid idea all along. As if you could spank a lesson into him.

He takes your hands suddenly, bringing them to his lips to kiss your reddened palms before tugging his pants up.

And he presses your pretty, pouty face to his chest and envelops you in a big hug, stroking the back of your head.

"Baby, baby I'm sorry"

He finally admits he's done something wrong.

"I was only trying to push you, I knew you could do it. I'm so proud but I don't want you to get hurt. I promise I'll be there for you next time."

Through his sincere apology, while he's holding you so close, you start to notice a familiar bulge nudging your stomach.

"Angel?"

He peers down at you, as you seem a little distant.

And you are now, totally distracted by the swell in his pants.

"Toru," his muscles relax, he knows he's off the hook now, "Toru, baby, are you... hard?"

You step back, your eyes drawn to his crotch where you can clearly see the outline of his cock and a little wet patch at the top. He just pulls your body against his again, locking his lips with yours as if he's trying to distract you.

"Baby, did you-" you inch away, eyes making excited contact with his, "did you enjoy that?"

"What if I did?" he returns a flirty flutter of his white lashes, the one that never fails to get your stomach in knots.

Despite that, you keep your cool, looking up at him as if he didn't just turn your legs to jelly.

"Well, that means my boyfriend..." you flash him a pretty smile, bringing your small hand to massage his cock through his pants, "is a sick perv."

"I know, sugar," he snorts, his hips starting to move in tandem with your gentle movements, "what are you going to do with me?"

Your hands are down his pants, his cock resting firm in your palm, and his flirty confidence has been wiped clean by your teasing touch.

He chases the feeling, when you tug down his pants fully and stroke up and down the long, hard curve of his dick. He starts fucking your fist, begging to cum, but you shake your head and sit pretty on your desk, pressing your thumb over the wet slit of his cock.

"Don't cum, baby," you pull down your tights and panties, showing him the slick mess of your pussy, and he loses those last few brain cells that were holding him together. He presses between your legs and grabs at your thighs urgently, spreading them wider.

But you tut again, taking his wrists between delicate fingers, taking them behind his back. Then you tug the expensive belt- one of his favourites, that he wouldn't want to snap- from his pants and loop it round and round, buckling him up tight.

"Play along, Toru," you coo, pulling him closer now his arms are bound, "it'll be fun."

So you rest your elbows on the desk and watch your invincible boyfriend start to fuck you with his tip.

"Let me- fuck, let me touch you-"

He gets his cock notched right in your centre, trying to push himself in, but he knows you're tight. He needs to spread you with his fingers like he usually does, to open you up and get inside.

"No hands, baby"

And you watch him struggle, sliding his cock up and down your heat, only getting relief on that swollen, pink tip, until you lose your patience and grab the base of his cock starting to push him inside.

"Yes yes yeahhh oh, mmmh thank you- angel ohh my-- fuck"

He's a mess, digging himself in further now he's past your tight entrance, fucking you with his hands behind his back.

You're surprised he hasn't broken the belt by now, but you're so glad he's being obedient. It's turning you on endlessly, getting you so wet he just slips through you, giving you the biggest head rush when he sinks all the way back.

"That's nice, baby," you compliment him and strip his shirt open, "fuck me hard, ok?"

"Yes, yeah honey I will, promise, gonna do it so good"

So you relax back on the desk and let him pleasure you with his cock, your legs hanging wide so he can get nice and deep.

And you can't help the little smile on your face, seeing how your man is falling apart. He wants to please you, he wants to make it up to you- and he's petrified that if he stops you just won't let him cum.

He looks endlessly pretty like this; with a pink blush on his cheeks, eyes half lidded, lashes all dewy with his mouth hanging open. And his beautiful eyes are flitting between yours, seeking approval.

You leave him hanging for a while, resting on your elbows and watching his eyes linger over the swell of your breasts.

"N-need to touch you..."

You watch him struggle and whimper, pleading to touch your cute tits and suck on your nipples. And you let him run his mouth, enjoying the sight of your prideful boyfriend begging and whining, until he starts to get overwhelmed and his large frame hunches over you.

He presses his mouth to your shoulder, desperate for contact.

"Baby, I want to hold you, please"

He looks into your eyes and you swear he's going to cry.

So you kiss his puffy lips, making sure to suck and swirl your tongue around his mouth while your hands stroke his abs, round his waist.

He kisses you back, so hard his nose is pressing into your cheek while his tongue dives into you. You feel the familiar swell of his cock- you can tell he's getting desperately close.

"Don't cum yet.."

"Baby, no-- please let me, let me, ah haah uhhg pleeasee" he sniffles and presses his weight against you, now rubbing his forehead against yours.

You keep him suspended, with that dumb, fucked out expression on his pretty face, until you reach your own release. Your body shivers and trembles against him, and you take him into another hot kiss, your hands working through the platinum strands of his hair.

"Baby, you did so well," you hum, stroking and kissing him so lovingly, just how he needs it, "you can cum now."

And he lets go, on command. It makes you so infatuated with him, you swear your chest is going to burst.

"Toru, baby, that's it, right there," your bodies come together slower now as you feel his warmth inside you. You can feel the heat from his skin, the electric pulse tingling from your core until every particle of pleasure has dispersed.

And you finally forgive him.

ps i love mochi it's not shitty

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seoups · 1 month

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inumaki is literally so beautiful I'm in love with him

me too oh my god like look at this cutie

#kay 💗🎀#jujutsu kaisen #jjk #jjk texts #jjk smau #jjk fluff #jjk text headcanons #jjk fanfic #jjk x reader

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kiochisato · 6 months

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♡　＃　𓂃　Gojo satoru tumblr Layouts + Graphics ! ❥　.　➶　 requested by anon. enjoy ! - stills below cuts.

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megan016 · 4 months

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Worst pun(?) you have ever seen:

I have my rights to read Higuruma x reader fanfictions and simp for this man.

-Megan💙

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seireiteihellbutterfly · 15 days

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Hell Hath No Fury

A/N: Written for @bleach-your-panties Blondes Have More Fun (#bhmf) event! Banner by the lovely @actuallysaiyan!. Pairing: Nanami Kento x Thick!Fem!Reader Warnings: MDNI, sex, facesitting, mentions of blood Summary: A night of lost tempers leads to Nanami contemplating certain (sexy) choices.

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It had been one of those weeks. Both of you had been working overtime every day and barely seen each other except when you collapsed into bed at night together. The apartment was dirty, stray items hastily placed wherever there was room to avoid having to find a proper spot for them in your fatigued state. The grocery shopping hadn’t been done and there wasn’t any milk left. Which you hadn’t realized until you had poured yourself some coffee and tipped the milk carton, only to have drops spill out. You glare angrily at your fiance, sipping his coffee with a pinched look because he is going to be late if he doesn’t gulp it down and leave soon.

Catching your expression, he looks at the empty carton in your hand and instantly makes the connection. It’s been a horrible week for him too and the both of you had been snapping at each other so much lately, he decided it wasn’t worth picking a fight in the morning. He apologetically sets the mug down on the counter and pushes it towards you.

“Don’t get upset honey, we’ll get the grocery shopping done tomorrow. Just drink mine. I don’t have time to finish it anyway.”

You were about to snarkily make a comment but the peace gesture with the coffee was so sweet that you mellow down. Picking it up, you walk over to him and tip-toe to kiss him.

“Thank you, Kento. I just…I don’t know what’s going on this week. It’s all been so hectic and…I hate this.”

He pulls you to his side to give you a quick kiss. “I know. It’ll be fine. Just don’t forget dinner tonight. Our usual place.”

“I won’t.” It was one of the things you had been looking forward to ever since the crappy Monday morning you’d had. You sip his coffee as he shrugs into a jacket and waves bye to you. You could hardly contain your glee at the prospect of Friday night dinner with him. All this contained anger the both of you had been carrying over from work would dissipate, you’d reconnect, and the both of you would be happy again. So simple.

But of course, it didn’t happen that way.

You fling open the front door to your shared home later that night, seething, as you kick off your heels which ricochet off the wall as they clatter to the floor. Nanami follows behind you, his expression tight, irritability in every taut line on his face. He slams the door shut, making you quiver for a brief moment because it’s obvious how pissed off he is but you hold your ground.

With clenched teeth, you round on him. “Since when has the Italian place been our usual spot?”

Irascible, Nanami looks at you with narrowed eyes, all prettied up, fury in your expression. “Since forever?” he growls, trying to rein in his temper. “Since our first date? Since I proposed to you there?”

“I thought you were talking about the French bistro we always go to! The one we enjoy going to because it’s by the water?! So that we can take a late-night stroll?” You shoot back at him.

Granted, it’s both your fault for not checking in with each other about the location, but with everything that had happened this week, you were at a limit. You had spent an hour getting ready, and caught an Uber to the restaurant, only to be told by the confused hostess that a reservation under the name Nanami wasn’t there. You had insisted she check again before calling him, only for him to confirm he was already at the restaurant waiting for you; the fancy Italian place across town. That had been the straw that broke the camel’s back. All the bitter rage from the past week came spewing out, and despite his level-headedness, Nanami had lost his patience with you too.

He had tried so hard to end this shitty week on a high note, taken great care to make a reservation at the restaurant you loved so much, he had even picked up a bouquet of roses for you, which now lay forgotten in the backseat of his car. Controlling his ire as fought traffic while driving across town to pick you up, he had wondered how this night could have gone so wrong. You had remained quiet in the passenger seat as he drove, noting the way his fingers clenched around the steering wheel, the tightness in his jaw looking like it might snap under the strain.

“Why would the French place be our spot? We go to the Italian one so much more often!”

“I don’t care! Maybe you shouldn’t have assumed that I was thinking of the same place.”

“How does a late-night stroll beat the place I fucking proposed to you at?!” Nanami questions you indignantly.

You glower at him, taking in how effortlessly handsome he looks in his button-down shirt and slacks, looking like he hadn’t in fact gone straight to the restaurant from work. Even pissed off, your fiance was hot, and your gaze rakes over his features, the straight nose, the stiff line of his lips, the chiseled jaw and well-defined chin…the chin that his colleagues liked to joke about, saying it was practically begging to have a blow landed on it because of its punchable shape…Your hands curl into fists at your sides, and you take a deep breath, trying to not let your anger get the best of you.

Nanami huffs at your lack of response. “Or perhaps you forgot which restaurant I proposed to you at?” he asks sarcastically, anger not abated. That did it.

A red haze fills your vision and the tight string inside your chest snaps. Before you knew it, you had closed the gap between you two, your hand closing around his tie to yank him down to your level, your lips crushing against his. He freezes for a second, not understanding what happened, and then with a groan he settles into your kiss. But you were far from forgiving. You bodily push him against the wall, feeling the planes of his muscles tense against yours. In no mood for softness, you lead him by the tie roughly, making your way toward the bedroom. You aren’t dainty by any means, a thick, sturdy woman, your thigh muscles rippling with every movement you make, vitality and power in every inch of your frame. If it was a contest of sheer, raw strength, Nanami would win, however, at the moment he is so stunned at the way you shepherd him into the bedroom with such robustness he’s only ever seen on missions, that he doesn't have the presence of mind to fight you back.

You’re all teeth and harsh movements, biting his lip hard enough to draw a little blood, his gasp only spurring you on, your hands pulling off his clothes, a few buttons popping off his shirt in the process, shoving him back onto the bed. Red lips attack his neck, leaving a trail of hickeys as your frustrations over this week break out and let loose. Straddling him, not bothering to undress, you undo his belt buckle, unzipping his slacks and his cock pops up, at attention, already leaking precum from the swollen tip. Without pausing to think you hook your panties to one side, taking him in between your velvety folds, and hear him take a strangled breath of air before roughly grabbing his hair, pulling his head back to expose his throat. You lean forward and your tongue laves over his skin, teeth grazing his Adam’s apple, before riding him to a sharp simultaneous orgasm that had both of you sweaty and clinging to each other as it ripped through both of you.

“I’m sorry,” you’d muttered a few minutes later, as the high wore off. Nanami is lying on his back, wide-eyed and staring at the ceiling. What had occurred felt so sinfully surreal, that he couldn’t quite convince himself it had really happened. All these years, enjoying the act of making love, of letting him take the lead, nothing could have prepared him for this angry side of you, the unbridled passion and aggression you had displayed tonight.

“What?” he rasps, forcing himself to focus. His neck and shoulders are covered in bite and lipstick marks from where your mouth had attacked him. He turns to face you and pushes some hair back behind your ear. The contrast was ridiculous, him in his opened slacks, cock limp from climax, you still fully clothed in your dress, panties discarded after you’d had your way with him.

“I said I’m sorry.” You nuzzle closer to him, feeling regret wash over you as you remember how angry you were earlier. “I just…it was either this or me punching something,” you admit with remorse for your ire earlier. “I hate us fighting Kento. Can we promise to not carry over our emotions from work into our home? Home is supposed to be our safe space.”

He wraps his strong arms around you, pulling you against his chest. “Of course my love. I’m sorry too.” He kisses your hair, smells your perfume, and sighs contentedly. At least the horrible week had ended.

Later in the shower, you apologized over and over, gently washing away the lipstick marks, pressing soft kisses over the angry red hickeys that dotted his neck, and offering to put concealer over them to save him from embarrassment at work.

“I won’t let myself lose my temper again like this. Sex should be fun. I don’t want to do it because I’m mad.” You run the shower pouf over his shoulders, scrubbing at a particularly stubborn lipstick mark.

“It’s nothing I can’t bear darling,” he’d murmured into your ear as he held you closer, the water soothing on his skin. His head was still reeling from the way you had handled him, his lip still stinging slightly from where you had bitten it.

“But still. I’m not proud I did this to you.” You rub your thumb to get the lipstick to break up, staining his skin crimson. Nanami is not a difficult domestic partner by any means. Your chores, errands, and bills were divided equitably, and on top of that, he enjoyed being the one who cooked, your lunchbox sealed and ready to go every day. The guilt from the thought that you had actually wanted to inflict pain on him, even for the briefest second, made your eyes tear up.

His heart squeezed uncomfortably in his chest and he gathered you close, stroking your wet hair. “ I’m fine y/n, really. Look, it was an absolute shit show of a week for both of us. Can we just focus on having a nice weekend together? Let’s get breakfast tomorrow morning.”

You had wiped away your tears and held him close. “That sounds perfect.”

Two weeks had passed and neither of you had spoken about that night again. A breakfast date and watching movies together had cleansed the ominous aura that had been hanging over the apartment and things went back to normal.

Except now, Nanami was consumed with thoughts about how the sex had been that night. He secretly craved that roughness again, the direct initiative you had taken, a contrast to the endearing way you’d subtly drop hints, flitting about the apartment flirtatiously, smiling innocently until he scooped you up and took you to bed. Sometimes, he felt ashamed of himself as he remembered the circumstances that had led to that night. The aggression was merely because you had been so pissed off you had used both your bodies as a way of cathartic release. Remembering your guilty tears was enough to push away any thoughts he had of wanting to recreate that night. Well…mostly anyway.

Was there a way he could engineer that situation again but remove the factor of guilt from it so that you’d feel justified in your actions? He pondered as he chopped vegetables for your lunch, deftly throwing them into the wok with a touch of ginger and oil. As he sautees, his mind wanders in several directions. He could just ask. But that somehow took away the appeal of it, the spontaneity of the actions, and based on your previous reactions, you would probably tone them down unintentionally.

He mulls over his other options, tossing noodles in with the vegetables, giving everything a good mix, then hisses softly as his thumb comes into contact for a brief second with the side of the hot wok, the memories from that night making him careless. Cursing, he goes to the sink to run it under cool water, sighing. A small sliver of skin was turning an angry shade of pink as the water ran over it. This may be getting out of hand.

The accumulation of little despairs is what makes a person an adult.

He reminds himself ruefully as you wander into the kitchen fresh-faced and ready to tackle your day. “Kento! Are you all right?” You join him at the sink, concern in your eyes at the burnt digit.

He grunts reassuringly, taking in your sweet face and questioning his thinking. Your soft hands gently lift his and press a kiss to the finger. “You need to be more careful.” You wander away to make your coffee and Nanami struggles to get his thinking into line. You’re not one quick to get angered. What was he doing, imagining ways to bait you into losing your temper with him? He shakes his head and tries to carry on with his day.

He lasts another hour before the intrusive thoughts start again. This was not going productively at all. He rests his head against the desk, piles of paperwork reminding him that he had his work cut out for him, yet…

Could I slowly accumulate little mistakes to make her mad?

He stares out the window, contemplating. He could…could…stop being the equitable partner he’s always been. Stop doing things one by one until…did he dare? Deep inside there’s distaste for the idea. He’d never been one for bringing difficulties to his fiancee. Yet the memory of your hands yanking his hair, the initiative you had taken while riding him senseless…He grits his teeth as his cock twitches.

It starts with him not preparing lunch for you the next day. You wander into the kitchen, noting the absence of the usual delicious fragrance that should have filled it by now, and see him at the table, a cup of coffee in hand, reading something on his phone. You pad over to him inquisitively, sitting down on the other chair.

“Kento? Is everything all right?” Your fingertips touch his and he feels a twinge of guilt as he looks at your face but he persists. “All fine. I just didn’t feel like cooking today.”

A slight look of puzzlement, and then you nod understandingly. “It has to get tiring, doing it over and over every day. You spoil me.” To his surprise, you press a kiss on his cheek. “Take a break today. I’m fine throwing together a quick salad. Shall I bring takeout for dinner?”

Not the reaction he was expecting. “Ah, yeah. Sure.” He watches you put together your salad. He needs to up the ante.

Next, he decides to start leaving his dirty clothes in a pile on the floor right next to the hamper. He cringes at the sight but forces himself to leave it there. You diligently pick them up every night before sleeping, a slight frown on your face but choose to ignore it.

It escalates to no vacuuming, not taking out the trash, and leaving the freshly folded piles of laundry you left on the bed stacked on the floor. He sees you picking up the slack for two weeks, restraining himself from jumping up and helping you as you go through the apartment looking for things that were out of place. You looked fatigued as you quickly threw together things for your lunch in the mornings. Surely you would crack soon? How much more of this were you willing to take?

As he gets in from work one evening, he hears a sob from the kitchen and walks in to see you standing at the sink filled with dirty dishes. As he approaches, you whirl around, and he waits, thinking this is it…before you burst into tears and brush past him into the bedroom.

Shit shit shit shit.

“Y/n!” he calls, hastily following behind you. Your bedroom which used to be so neat looked unkempt and cluttered. You stand near the foot of the bed, shoulders shaking as you try to gather your thoughts, tears choking your throat.

“Are you trying to break up with me?” Your voice is small, the words clipped and shaky.

Fuck.

“No!” he steps towards you trying to pull you to him but you step out of his reach.

“Then what the fuck is going on?” You wipe away a tear and look at him with uncertainty. “I thought you were tired and just needed a break but I am one person! I come home just as tired as you, and now I’m just doing all the chores? All the cooking?”

Your last words break him. “Are you mad at me? Did I do something?”

Wow, he had miscalculated this so badly.

“No. Oh no my love, no. Come here.” He manages to grab your upper arm and coaxes you to him before you start sniffling against his chest. He pats your back gently, hoping you’ll calm down.

“Then why? Is there something you’re not telling me?” Your voice pipes up tearily against the wall of his chest. Nanami runs a hand over his face. This did not pan out the way he was hoping at all.

“It’s not anything you did. I was being stupid.”

“Why were you being stupid?” Nanami feels like his tongue is tied in knots as you ask. He doesn’t say anything, trying to give himself time. You look up at him, tears drying and leaving tracks on your face.

“Were you doing all this intentionally?”

He tries not to flinch at your words but his heart skips a beat and can’t bring himself to look you in the eyes. You break away from his embrace, arms crossing over your chest. He was so bad at acting and you were fed up.

“Nanami Kento, you will tell me this instant.” Your voice is demanding. “Were you doing all this intentionally?”

Well, she’s mad NOW.

Guilt evident all over his face, Nanami finally confesses. “Yes, I did it all intentionally.”

“Why?” The word hits him like a bullet. With a groan, he admits his motive.

“I was trying to make you mad.”

The scrutinizing way you look at him brings back the feeling of shame but at the same time the anger…he feels a vague shadow of arousal fall over him but he clears his throat and continues to look apologetic.

“You were trying to make me mad…on purpose?” Taken aback, you gape at your fiance. Surely he was joking? Yet you find no signs of him bluffing, his expression a mix of shame and regret.

“Yes.” Trying to save face he hastily adds, “It wasn’t for a good reason either, so I’d rather not delve into it.”

“No no no.” You point an accusatory finger at him. “ I deserve an explanation. You went from being the man my friends envied me for having to a man-child that most of them would’ve dumped. What were you trying to achieve by getting me mad?”

He swallows nervously, wondering if there was any combination of words he could string together for this to sound rational. The scowl on your face only further reminds him of that fated night and he internally feels himself realizing that he truly was backed into a corner. Silence falls deafeningly between you both as you glare at him, waiting. In an uncharacteristically small voice, he admits the truth.

“Because you’re hot when you’re mad.”

Your brows knit in bewilderment. “What?”

“You’re hot when you’re mad. And it…makes for even hotter sex.” Nanami avoids eye contact, feeling a blush creep into his face at the admission, thoroughly shamed.

Rendered speechless, you stare at him. “Excuse me? You’re not really saying…you enjoyed that night? We were both pissed at each other! You Liked that?”

“Yes.” With a groan, Nanami turns away feeling reprimanded. “I know I shouldn’t but I can’t stop thinking about it.” “Can’t stop thinking about it? Was it really that good?” You ask incredulously. Despite the absurdity of the situation, a strange twinge of pride fills you. You recall the look of shock in his eyes as you rode him that night, hips slamming furiously into his, the sound of skin-on-skin echoing through the bedroom.

“I can’t explain it!”

You pause, eyes narrowed, an idea coming into your head, and walk over to your fiance, compelling him to turn around.

“What did you like about it?” you question, injecting soft venom into your voice. Nanami hesitantly looks at you, not recognizing that tone; it is oddly menacing yet tempting.

“I don’t know, the roughness? The initiative?” He shakes his head knowing he’s digging himself into an even larger grave now.

“Roughness? You enjoyed me grabbing you?” Your fingers flirt with the edge of his tie. His eyes take in the little action, unsure what to expect.

“Well? Tell me.” You jab a finger into his chest and his heart starts to race. “Did you enjoy that?”

“I-I may-have-”

“Huh. I can’t believe it. Me being soft. And loving. And you wanted to be manhandled all this time?”

“Not always!” A drop of panic settles into his chest. “ No, I-”

Your grip on the tie tightens and you repeat in that sweetly dangerous voice laced with toxicity, “Don’t change the subject. Did you enjoy that?”

When he doesn’t reply you pull down on the tie until he’s slouching to be at eye level with you. “Well, you’ve pissed me off for long enough. Spit it out. You’re enjoying this right?” Your eyes appraise him, seeing the way he’s flushed, lips in a tight line, flustered. You couldn’t recall a time when you had seen him like this; it was oddly thrilling.

Swallowing, praying he wasn’t making this worse, he says in a hushed voice, “Yes.” A skitter of electricity runs through him as he says the word, blood rushing to his ears causing them to turn red. Little licks of desire sweep into his veins as he sees you, poised, grip firm on his tie.

“Well, don’t you feel better now that you’ve admitted that?”

He yelps as you shove him suddenly and he falls back on the bed with a thump. Purposefully, you crawl over him, coming to a halt when your face is in line with his. You straddle him as you sit on his chest, feet planted firmly on either side of him, looking down on him like a predatory feline, hunting, having snared something scrumptious.

An unexpected rush of empowerment floods you, seeing your tall, burly, incredibly handsome fiance looking up at you in shock, a slight speck of fear in his eyes which didn’t hide the way they were darkening with desire. He really was enjoying this. Emboldened by the response, you start pulling at his tie, encouraging him to sit up, scooting down his body so that your crotch was over his until he presses his broad back against the headboard. The blush on his face made your mouth water, wanting to bite and chew at every inch of him like a spring apple.

“Are you shy?” There’s wonderment in the back of your head as you hear the slightly mocking tone with which you asked it. “You weren’t shy when you saw me running around every morning throwing my pitiful salad together. You weren’t shy when you saw me taking out the trash. You weren’t shy when you put all that neatly folded laundry on the floor.”

You can feel him hardening under you, cock straining against the fabric, brushing against the panties under your skirt. You can see his brain working underneath his beautiful locks of blond hair, scrambling to find something he could say to redeem himself. You also knew he had no excuse. Nanami was not a man of excuses. He was a man of convictions and apologies. He knew when he was out of line. And perhaps this time had bitten off more than he could chew.

“I’m sorry,” he whispers, struggling to maintain eye contact because it was so embarrassing to apologize when he was rock hard, under you, at your mercy.

“Don’t be. Now I don’t have to feel guilty for this.” Your mouth captures his in a demanding kiss, teeth clashing against his, taking hold of his delectable lower lip between them, tasting the tang of blood as he groans. Your hand leaves his tie to take over his hair, yanking his head back forcefully, hips seductively rising and falling against him, the friction between your clothes making it hard for him to think straight.

You grab his lower lip between your teeth and scrape over them several times, not too harshly but until they start to become plump, looking bee-stung, the cut from earlier looking like an innocent little gumdrop. He strains under you, body tense, his blood humming from your actions. He’s thrusting up into you already even though you’ve barely begun. Abandoning his lip you move to his ear, still keeping hold of his hair, directing the angle of his head so that you have the best access, sinking your teeth into the soft lobe, his gasp sending a spear of lust straight to your core. You pull and he whimpers softly, his hand fisting the back of your shirt.

One-handed, you loosen his tie and then start undoing his shirt buttons. His head moves slightly to see what you are doing and you ruthlessly yank on the lustrous locks, keeping him in place, greedily fixing your mouth on his neck, biting the flesh, nimbly choosing random spots to leave your marks. Squeezing his eyes shut, Nanami takes in gulps of air, trying to keep his sanity but his instincts are turning submissive, enjoying the assault on his body, the way your clothed core dances erotically over his cock, knowing he’s leaking precum into his boxers. The hickeys left on his neck make him feel like he’s being branded, claimed by you, as you discipline him for his transgressions.

You lose patience halfway down his shirt and with both hands, pull, causing the rest of the buttons to pop off, falling onto the bed, some rolling to the floor with soft clatters. Pretty manicured nails sink into his skin and run down the hard planes of his abs and pectorals, leaving lines, causing him to take a sharp breath as you drag them down his happy trail, flirting at the top of his trousers, just at the very edge of his caged erection. A groan of longing leaves him and he bucks up, hoping you’ll free him. Instead, you run those nails across the fabric of his tented trousers, pressing into the hardness, tickling him, smirking at the look of wild desperation on his face.

“Not yet. Still have to make up for all those mistakes…Lie back,” you say commandingly. Those words in that tone hit something inside him and he listens, ruined shirt splaying out, tie on his bare chest. You remove the tie and make a quick knot, looping it around his wrists, tightening it, watching his pupils dilate as you do so. You secure it to the bedpost knowing he could break free if he wanted to but he doesn’t struggle. He was lost to the feeling of being used, of surrendering to you.

Your panties are soaked, wetness gathering at the thought of the authority you hold over him, at the way he meekly lays back under your direction, awaiting your next move. You wonder what you could make him do…Your hand dips between your legs and slips down your panties, observing the way he sucks in a breath and it ripples down his chiseled muscles.

“Smell. That’s the scent of a pissed-off woman.” You shove them to his nose and he inhales obediently, the intoxicating smell of your pussy hitting his senses, saliva gathering in his mouth at the thought of how it would taste from the source. His tongue darts out to lick at the patch and you chuckle at his pitiful actions.

“Want to taste it that badly?” You mock him, your hand pressing the panties more firmly to his face, covering his nose and mouth with the fabric. “Answer me.”

His eyes find yours, hazy from experiencing you this way. He nods.

You swallow to prepare yourself for what you are about to do. You’d only done this a few times throughout your relationship despite his insistence on loving it. Irritation at his behavior ruled your whims now. You unzip your skirt and fling it away, picking up your lower body, and hover your sex over his face.

An almost unbearably erotic spasm runs through his cock as Nanami takes in the sight; your pussy, gloriously spread apart, lips dripping with arousal, clit puffy and in need of attention. You were so shy when he’d asked for you to sit on his face before and this was giving him unrestrained delight.

“Eat it like you’re sorry.” Your voice rings in his ears. Under a spell, his tongue flicks out, and he shudders as he tastes the lovely tartness of your pussy. His hands strain against the tie as he makes a long stroke deep inside your folds, from core to clit, causing a sigh to erupt from you. Experimenting, you lower yourself a little more, feeling his nose nudge against the wet bud as he gathers moisture with his tongue, a soft moan leaving your lips as you get comfortable. Wicked thoughts of smothering his face, having him suffocate under the wet heat of your cunt as payback for his stupidity seemed justified as you continue to sink further.

Nanami is in a trance, feeling the moist velvet of your sex cover his nose and mouth. He drinks like a man wandering the desert, lapping at every drop of juice your pussy offers, the eager slurping noises adding to your own arousal. Your hands grip the edge of the headboard and you pant at how sinfully good it felt, feel him angle his head so that his tongue can worship your clit, licking circles on it, pulling at it with his lips.

“Fuck…Kento…” Reflexively your hips grind on his face, feeling everything drip as he finds a pace that sends warm currents of heat rushing through you. Your fingers start to pinch your nipples, before restlessly pulling off your shirt and bra. Nanami’s tongue continues to devour your tender flesh, sipping, savoring all the flavors of your pussy. Your grinding becomes restless and you tweak your hardened peaks, bouncing becoming more selfish and ruthless as your need for an orgasm takes over.

All Nanami can smell is the hot, gathering tension of your cunt, the scent lingering on him and he licks eagerly, trying to absolve himself of being a bad partner over the last few weeks. A loud whine leaves your lips as tension gathers in your belly, a pleasant thrum beginning in your core, the feeling of needing to be pushed into the abyss pooling into your veins.

Nanami’s cock is begging to be released, balls tight and heavy, feeling like he may cum in his pants with the way things are going. A stain is visible on his front from the liberal amounts of precum dribbling from the tip. His hips keep bucking into the air, creating insufficient friction as the sweet sounds of your pleasure fill his ears. He feels every pulse, throb, and spasm on his face as you get closer, your movements becoming frenzied. Finally, he offers his tongue up to you holding it steady as you rut desperately against it, using him as a toy for your own release.

A powerful shudder passes through you and your voice comes out as a shrill mewl, riding his tongue through your orgasm, feeling all the fluids drip from your core into his awaiting mouth, each spasm making you sob with delight. You’re too exhausted to move, thick thighs turning to jello as the orgasm starts to quiet down. It takes a tremendous effort to move off your fiance, sliding down his chin and resting your pussy on his chest.

He looks satisfied, fluids all over his face and he takes in a deep breath of air, expression tender as he looks at your exhausted state. You raise your arm to slip the tie off the bedpost, freeing his hands and they immediately hold your waist, steadying you, before gently rolling you to the side, tipping you off him before bringing you into the expanse of his chest.

You feel your anger ebb away at the gesture, high from the heady orgasm breathing still shallow. His strong hands grip your ass with affection before stroking the backs of your thighs.

“You’re too tired to ride me I guess right?” he asks with a soft chuckle, nuzzling your hair.

“If you’re keeping that night as the standard then yes. However,” you lean up to kiss him deeply, “You still misbehaved. Cockwarming only.”

He looks amused at the authoritative tone you adopt but resolutely responds with, “Yes dear.”

You help tug off his trousers and boxers, finally letting his cock spring free, and he can’t hold back a hiss as the air hits it, swollen and tender, dripping precum as he moves into a sitting position. You crawl onto his lap and both of you sigh as he slides into your slick core, thick and wonderfully filling.

“Kento?”

“Hmm?”

“All that damn laundry better be off the floor by tomorrow morning.”

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drowsynyuu · 2 months

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SPIT ON IT!! ミ★ s. geto

NSFW BELOW~ jjk masterlist!!

cw: this is just a tiny fic- nothing big, oral (masc receiving), sloppy headddd, praise, he cums on your face… 🧍🏻

a/n: couldn’t get this idea out of my head my godddd 😮‍💨🙏🏼 my best fics are always written while listening to tory lanez or trey songz i swear ‼️

“oh shit..” suguru smirked as he watched you spit on his cock, looking up into his eyes as you took it into your mouth. “there you go, baby..” he murmured, groaning softly from the feeling of your mouth taking in his dick.

“i always forget how good you are at sucking dick..” he teased, sucking in his breath as he felt your tongue swirl around his tip. “holy fuck..” he rested his head back.

he felt the vibrations of your chuckles that left your lips, his voice breaking ever so slightly as he gripped the sheets. you pulled him out of your mouth, your hand giving his cock lazy strokes. “you like it, sugu?” you asked, smirking as he nodded.

“fuck yes..” he moaned, his eyebrows knitting together as his moans sounded out in the bedroom. “fuck!” he groaned, feeling your hand give his cock a little squeeze before taking it back into your mouth. “keep going, baby.. gonna make me cum soon..” he sighed, his throat bobbing a little as he rested his head on the headboard, glancing down at you after a moment. he nearly lost it when he met eyes with you, looking up at him with those pretty eyes of yours as your lips were wrapped around his cock.

you were doing it so sloppy, your spit all over his cock and your lips. your eyelashes fluttered slightly as you pulled his cock out of your mouth once more, stroking him as you aimed his tip at your tongue, a little smirk on your face as your tongue lapped at the precum leaking from his tip.

that sight alone made him lose it, his voice breaking as he moaned— his cum shooting out on your tongue and some even landing on your face. you of course licked it all up before lolling out your tongue a little, showing him how he swallowed it all like he liked.

“fuck baby.. always managing to suck the soul out of me..” he joked, closing his eyes as he panted softly.

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b4nka1 · 8 months

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ridin' toji fushiguro x fem!reader

warnings : smut, hotel room sex, first times, p > v sex, mentions of scars, oral (fem receiving), fingering, toji is quite young in this one, choking, mean dom, size difference, pussy spanking, not proofread

a/n : idek what have i written in here,, i was so fuckin tired after coming home and i have bruises all over my forearms cuz i was goalkeeping without the damn gloves && i had toji on my mind all day fuckin me dumb so here we go 🧍‍♀️&& tysm @kazushawty for helping me with virgin toji 🫶

a/n pt 2 : fucking wifi got disconnected in the middle of my writing and i forgot to save the draft like always 🥶 but anyway here's a better and cleaner rewritten version

you had known toji for quite some time now, ever since you joined a random facebook group for bikers after you bought your new bmw m1000rr.

of course, there weren't many women in the group, but toji was the nicest. you both went on so many rides together. intercity rides with him were your favorite.

you both would stop at a hotel in the highway, eat nice food and stay for the night to continue your journey tomorrow. everything was just perfect.

it just happened to be another intercity ride that involved you, toji, and two other guys from the group, satoru and suguru.

it was almost 1am, and your bike was getting overheated. all of you mutually agreed with the issue and decided to stay at a hotel for the night while your bikes cooled down.

as always, satoru and suguru booked a room together so did you and toji. unfortunately, the hotel did not have any other rooms that had two beds separate.

it was just one king-sized bed for you and toji. it was pretty awkward but toji didn't see any problem with it.

soon you got your room keys and you went to your respective rooms.

"do you wanna shower first or?" toji asked in his gruff, husky voice which never failed to send the good kind of shivers down your spine.

"you can go ahead." you gave him a subtle smile. he nodded and swung a towel over his beefy shoulder.

wait— did i mention that he is upper body naked in front of you? did you realize that yet? no, not until he reached out for his phone that was behind you on the bed, and his waist nearly clashed with your face.

cringe, right? you thought so too, but then you realized that he is really fucking hot.

you'd never see him in an attire outside his biking outfit. hell, there was no attire right now except for the biker pants that hugged his muscular thighs and calves so perfectly (never skip leg day my lovelies <3).

you had to stop yourself from ogling at him. sure, he was such a sight to see. the patchy tattoos all around his arms and collarbones, the chunky platinum chain dangling around his neck, a few scars scattered around his chest, how'd he get them, the haply trail and veins leading into his pants—

you shook your head violently. you were definitely being carried away by his figure that was positively a work of both aphrodite and hephaestus.

toji seemed to notice your vigorous head shaking from his peripheral.

"what's wrong?" he asked, tossing his phone next to you, leaning down so his eyes were at your level.

a small blush creeped up your cheeks before you shook your head, "j-just shaking the helmet pain off ya know? heh." what the fuck was that, you thought to yourself.

toji chuckled, shaking his head, "ya good at making up stories, doll." he then pulled away and stretched and ohfuckohfuckohfuck the way his abs, his pectorals, and his serratus anteriors flexed was such an eye candy.

you were definitely ogling as his back turned towards you, walking away into the bathroom. you noticed a tiny tattoo on the base of his back. you couldn't make out what it was, but it was something in words.

after a few minutes he came out of the shower, dressed in fresh new pair of clothes.

his hair was dripping water onto the towel thrown over his shoulder, as he slowly made his way towards you.

you were busy playing games on your phone when he sneaked in next to you, ever so casually invading your personal space by leaning his chin against your shoulder.

"mhm, candy crush? boring." he rasped, nuzzling his nose into your neck and sniffing you deeply.

this made you a blushing mess, and you already felt a wet patch in your panties. you never had been so close to a guy before in the bed, and here he is. doing it as if it's common for friends to do so.

"mhm, sweaty but the smell of your perfume still lingers, beautiful." he whispered, pressing a soft kiss on the middle bottom of your neck. his damp hair tickled your chin, but the kiss made you feel things that your hips buckled, just slightly.

"mmh? my doll is so needy?" he whispered, sitting up and hovering above you, a hand placed carefully on your waist.

you raised an eyebrow, breaths coming off in irregular, short pants. "wh-what do you mean...?" you stuttered.

"cut the crap, doll. you're acting as if you weren't leering over me before i went for a shower." he whispered, bringing his other hand to your neck, softly grasping it.

it had you whining lewdly, hips bucking up to feel some sort of friction. alas, there was none.

"so fucking needy, baby. have you ever done this before?" he asked you while unzipping your biker pants, struggling to get them off your body.

when he finally did, he grinned, looking at a slightly dark spot on your peachy pink panties.

you shook your head, "uhm, no...b-but i suppose i need it..." you panted, again, what the fuck was that.

toji chuckled, "me neither." he spoke casually, rubbing two fingers against the damp spot.

"don't get me wrong though, princess. i have had experience in fingering a pussy or two, never just fucked em." he rasped, watching a string of your wetness connect his fingers to your panties as he slightly pulled away his hand.

"fuck..." he rasped again, smacking his fingers against your damp panties, rubbing your clothed pussy eith three kf his fingers.

he felt a tiny bulge, a very small one protrude after sometime.

"your clit is so excited hm??" he teased, still rubbing your clothed cunt. it elicited a moan out of you, hips wildly writhing in order to receive some attention to your bare, pink pussy.

toji chortled, pulling the crotch part of your panties before letting it go as it snapped against your sopping wet cunt, and a whine escaped your lips at the smack.

he bit his lower lip before tugging your panties off, leaving your soiled wet cunt exposed for him.

he locked his lips slowly, pressing his thumb onto your clit and watched as more of your wetness oozed down to the mattress, wetting it.

"mmh, perfect. the most perfect pussy i've seen in all my life." he grinned, rubbing your clit eith his thumb. you mewled helplessly; you'd never been fingered by a guy before. it was always you stuffing your own cunt either your fingers but it was never enough.

his warmth breathe on your pussy snapped you back put of your thoughts. his tongue darted out to swipe over your folds, and your hips bucked wildly into the air.

he groaned, pressing a hand down on your tummy, "stop tryna escape." he grumbled, parting your folds with his index and middle fingers.

a low moan escaped his lips at the sight of your sloppy sunt. it was so fucking pink and swollen. and oh fuck, your clit was just the perfect size for him to suckle on.

his mouth attached itself to your clit, suckling it experimentally and it worked. a loud mewl escaped your lips as your thugs began trembling already.

toji found this so fucking hot and continued the assault on your clit.

a finger began prodding at your entrance. he thrust it in, and fuckfuckfuck you were so fucking tight.

"i thought you lied about being a virgin, doll." he groaned, his finger being squeezed tightly by your virgin cunt.

he inserted another finger in when be felt that your cunt was loose enough to fit in another finger. his fat and long fingers abused your cunt all while he suckled on your clit, making you moan so lewdly.

"i'm worried if you can take my cock in." he rasped, giving your clit a final, wet and loud smooch before sitting up.

he pulled his fingers out and licked them clean, while the other hand undid the knot on his shorts, pulling it down along with his boxers in one slide.

you gasped at his ridiculously large throbbing length. it was definitely, if not 7 inches, slightly larger than that. the girth was too thick. the veins protruded on his cock.

"like what you see, doll?" he teased, landing a very mean spank to your cunt.

you whined and nodded, legs shutting instinctively as he spanked your poor cunt. your clit was even more redder and larger from all the suckling.

he tapped his dickhead thrice against your swollen clit, rubbing his slit over your clit.

he grunted, pushing deep into your without warning, and it made you moan so loud that he had to slap a hand over your mouth from being too loud.

"shush babygirl, we don't wanna— fuck, let anyone know, right?" he rasped, biting his lower lip.

your gummy walls were sucking him in, making the tip kiss your cervix. he panted heavily, beefy arms pressing into the mattress on the either sides of your head.

he huffed, hips writhing involuntarily against yours and it sent your cunt spasming, sucking him in even more.

"fuck— HAH, that's, h-hot..." he rasped, pulling out all the way till just his tip remained in you, before slamming into you again, his tip perfectly kissing your cervix with each hard thrust.

his thrusts got sloppier in less than two minutes as his dick spasmed in you. he buried his face in between your tits, whimpering like a bitch in heat as his cock spurted more and.lpre precum into you.

your pussy was leaking of his precum more than your slick. he pulled away a little to stare at your face. he looked fucked as ever.

quivering lips, whines escaping those lips, cheeks were tear streaked and his eyes were somewhat red as tears escaped them.

oh god, he looked so fucked out.

"baby, th-this fine ass pussy gonna make me c—UM!" he grunted, hips stilling as he dumped his thick, stringy and hot white cum into your abused cunt.

he whimpered and pulled out, watching the way his dick was still spasming after emptying his balls into you.

he scooped up some excess cum that dripped out of you, smearing it across your cunt before smacking it roughly.

"f-fuck, haven't made you cum, have i?" he rasped and you shook your head.

he hummed, rubbing lazy circles onto your clit and spanking it occasionally.

he spread open your cunt again, leaning down and teasing your clit with the tip of his tongue.

he wrapped his lips around your clit, suckling on it like a baby latching onto his mother for the milk.

he groaned, suckling on your clit while a thumb pressed into your dripping cunt, and that's all it took for you to squirt thick, clear cum onto his face.

he squinted, shutting his eyes closed tightly.

"fuck baby, that was hot..." he whispered, continuing to suckle on your clit.

you whined, hips writhing because of overstimulation against his stupid cocky face.

"one last time, princes. . ." he whispered before nibbling on your clit, getting yoy ready for round two.

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