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yunymphs · 3 days
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droppin this . . . did yall miss me !!!
𝐆𝐎𝐉𝐎 𝐒𝐀𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐔… hates it when you cry.
glistening, chunky tears that stream down your soft cheeks. he hears the little sniffle that indicates a bigger sob brewing underneath the surface, tears bubbling to your eyes and he's already whispering soft "no, no, no, no no..." as if he can plead the tears away... plead the pain away. when you cry, any sort of teasing or sarcastic remarks is washed from his handsome expression, and your lover immediately takes you into his arms in an attempt to ease your cries.
it hurts you, and it hurts him too.
gojo has always been like this, but when you cry during sex—
its all different.
he has you in his arms for a different reason tonight. gojo's weight pushing your body into the mattress of the bed as he shamelessly hits it from the back. fuck, the two of you have been at it like rabbits for the past four hours. every time you think you're done, gojo finds a new way your body stretches for him. he eases himself inside of your gummy walls, lips hissing the most heinous words into the hot shell of your ear.
he's got you in a head lock. your nose is pressed into the meaty muscle of his forearm, strong bicep supporting you so you don't entirely collapse as his hips rut into your own. you can't help crying out, lip quivering and brain entirely rotted with how fucking good he fucks you.
"f-fuck..." he chokes out. "you cryin' again?"
but truth be told, he isn't mad. he isn't mad at all or sad.
the sight of you crying simply makes him wanna fuck the tears right out of your body.
"mmh... s-sorry—" you wail, a sloppy line of spit falling between your lips onto his hot skin. "'ts not my fault you're s-so big...! agh!"
"oho, so it's my fault now?" he chuckles deeply, slowing his pace.
snowy white pubes brush against your thigh, a hard vein cruelly swiping itself against the plush of your cunt. he's so mean.
it's nasty, but he loves it. in any other scenario, the sight of you crying would break his heart... but witnessing your tears in bed only makes him eager to fill your guts and fuck a baby right into the tummy bulge he gives you.
"fuuuck... 'm gonna cum again," gojo chuckles, almost as if he's amused with his own intense sex drive. "gonna cum in ya. finally gonna give you that baby you want."
"pl... please...!"
"now stop your cryin', 'kay?"
you nod, a strangled "mmhmmm..." into his skin, panting against his forearm.
his hips click into yours once more, finally spilling his milky white seed into the heaven between your thighs. your vision goes entirely black as you come down with him, flopping onto the cushions with a face entirely soaked in an aftermath of drool and tears. gojo pulls out and nearly collapses on top of you, head tucked into your neck. the only sound that fills the room is a symphony of labored breaths and the raindrops pattering against the window.
after a moment of silence, he speaks.
"are you okay?" gojo asks softly, tone changing entirely. you giggle at his duality— this is the same man who was trying to fuck a baby into your guts five seconds ago.
a slender hand comes up to wipe at your wet face. he doesn't care of your remnants of mascara dirty his fingers; he'll clean it later.
"yeah, 'm fine. thank you..." you reply quietly, shifting so that intense sex can slowly turn into a quiet cuddle session. gojo holds you like that and stares up at the ceiling, angelic eyelashes fluttering with a tired exhale.
"i get scared i'm hurtin' you whenever you cry, you know that?"
"i promise it's not like that..." you urge, and he presses a kiss to your forehead.
"you promise?"
"promise."
and he knows its just an instinct. you happen to be a crybaby, and that's completely fine with him. he prefers that anyways.
"fuck."
"what?" you perk up.
"my dick is hard again."
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slvttyplum · 3 days
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choso loves the sound your pussy makes, it reels him in like a fish, and he can not get away. the way it sounds when he slips a finger in is so phenomenal he can't put it into words, its so wet and slick that it makes such a beautiful sound.
at first, he didn't really care about it, but it was when he started to see your face sync in with the noises and how your body reacted. every sound that produced from your wet cunt made your face scrunch up and moans slide out of your mouth.
the fingers were one thing, but his dick was another. he knew how to put the work on you when it came to fucking you, he made sure his goal was to make you cum, but the way your pussy sounds, he wanted to go on forever.
his big dick stretching out your walls as your slick wet hole is getting drilled in by him, the sounds it made were so unholy it felt like he was going to have a heart attack every time he was inside you, his blood rushing throughout his body keeping his dick stiff.
choso heard pussy sounds before, there was no denying that, but the way he could hear how wet you were from the slightest touch was crazy, the noises, and reactions he got out of you made him want to fuck you more and more.
everytime he slipped his finer or dick in, it came back out glistening with your fluid, he was so infatuated with you that he could never get over it. everything about you was just so perfect that this was the icing on the cake.
he would ask you to send voice messages of your pussy because of how much he loved it, craved it, wanted it. if he could be inside your pussy all day everyday making it splash, best believe he would.
he would add one finger to see how your body reacted along with how wet your pussy got, then slowly add another stretching you out and hearing the difference between his fingers and dick. your pussy was a treasured item to him, he loved it so much
if there was any opportunity for him to play with your pussy and hear the sounds it produces, he was taking it all the way, he didn't care what time of the day it was. he was sitting you on his lap, spreading your legs and playing with it.
this is serious business for him, this was practically his hobby. the hobby of playing in your pussy, and could you really blame him? it not only tasted good, felt good, but it made sounds he didn't even think were possible.
your pussy had this man floating in the sky, he was in love with it as much as he was in love with you. he found his hand sliding down into your pants every night, and he just couldn't help it, he had to hear that pussy gushing, or he was dissatisfied and didn't want to go to bed.
even before he even did anything, once his hand slipped down into your pussy his whole hand got wet, that's how good you felt, it was like nothing he's ever seen or heard before, you were one of a kind in his eyes and you were glad.
not only did he love you for you, but he also loved your pussy and couldn't get enough of it, so in your eyes, you had this man locked all the way down.
this is what gushy pussy gets you.
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screampied · 10 hours
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‘ THINK I NEED SOMEONE OLDER ! ’
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ᡴꪫ‎ synopsis. university sucks major ass. on the bright side, you’re on break—you decide to go pay your father a visit. this 'visit' ends up to you being introduced to his best friend, toji. who’s he? maybe your panties know the answer.
wc. 7.0k
warnings. fem! reader, dad's best friend! toji, age gap (reader is over twenty), praise, implied multiple órgasms, unprotected, degradation, size difference, impact play, poor dad is kinda clueless, almost caught, overstimulation.
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“who’s he?”
a simple question — yet the moment the words ran out your mouth, it felt as if all eyes were on you. in reality, it was though. the tall man who was quite a few staggering inches taller than your own father had such a gaze. he had hands buried into the depths of his pockets, shifting his weight as he stood still before burning a stare right into you. an intense stare, you could almost make out somewhat of an intriguing smirk. that sly smile with an everlasting scar running down the right side of his mouth.
“hey honey,” your father waves out with a brief gesture. he throws an arm around the buff man before giving him a rough pat on the back. “this is toji. met him ‘bout a year ago at one of those boat races. heh, news flash—he lost.”
“woah. no need to embarrass me, man,” toji murmurs in a raspy tone and by all means was his voice deep. laced in pure baritone, far deeper than your fathers. by a mile, to be specific. his voice has a jagged huskiness to it, insanely attractive. as he spoke, his eyes flickered towards you and he’d occasionally look away with that same chaffing sneer. “but anyway,” toji averts his eyes back towards you. his cologne was loud, you could smell it from miles away from you. he pauses for a few good seconds before uttering. “it’s nice to meet ya, sweetheart.”
you gulped, suddenly feeling small. you couldn’t pinpoint what it was about him — his demeanor, the way he carried himself, anything was. but it was something that had you a bit drawn in so to speak. “i um..”
“she’s not that much of a speaker,” your father chuckles, giving you a soft rub near your back. “poor brain’s probably all fried from those midterms. right honey?”
“you don’t say.” toji raises a brow, glancing away for a moment with a smile came his dimples, he was suddenly intrigued by his best friend’s daughter.
that was the initial first reaction between the two of you. you ended up staying at your father’s house for the remaining duration of your visit.
nothing too much sparked between the two of you, of course there’d be subtle moments. real subtle moments—stupid things, like having him help you grab something from one of the top shelves.
of course he’d help, he was taller than you by many many inches. effortlessly towering over you. it’s the way he’d press up against you. it was quite hard to shut those thoughts of yours up. those lewd salacious thoughts that were forever kept into the very back of your brain, silently fantasizing about your father’s best friend.
apparently, he stayed for quite around the same time you did since he and your father would typically hang. do all sorts of men activities you never really cared about—golfing, shooting ranges, watching the most recent football games. that was the most annoying part, how they’d both obnoxiously yell at the screen whenever their favorite team was pathetically losing.
your room was directly upstairs, you heard everything. it was as if the walls were merely thin. in a way, they were. the constant repetitious hollering from the two men were so irksome. eyes merely rolled to the back of your head whilst you were trying to scroll on your phone in peace.
you never did understand why a dumb game of balls would drive men so crazy. nevertheless, you let off a tiny sigh before plopping right down in your bed. immensely, you stared off into space.
you had no idea why, but the minute your eyes lingered into the white nearly peeled off drywall near the ceiling, you thought about him. toji.
stupid, maybe…
it’s been a few days and you hardly knew the guy. encounters between him were subtle and brief. he’d nod his head at you, barely acknowledging your existence and going straight back to some meaningless conversation with your father.
there was one day however, one day that had you hot all over. it was when you walked in on toji, he was using the spare shower that no one really uses, it’s reserved mostly for guests—perfect for him in this case.
you remember it like it was yesterday. since you were wide awake during this time for whatever reason, your dad sent you to go replace some towels from downstairs since he was doing laundry so you mindlessly make your way downstairs. the door was visibly cracked. sure, you probably should have knocked but who takes showers around three am?
apparently, this guy.
toji was literally just getting out the shower when you walked in. steam fogged throughout the entire space.
it was hot, stuffy and dampened with mist clinging against the rectangular mirrors. smothered with fog, you practically end up bumping right into something hard.
to be specific, that something was toji’s broad chest. maybe you were a bit delusional but you could have sworn, the moment you made contact with his bulky pecs, it moved upon impact.
“excuse you, sweetheart,” toji would scoff teasingly, his low voice was a bit more rougher since it was late at night. you were definitely speechless, barely able to process a single word from your mouth. thankfully a towel was wrapped around his slim torso—yet you started to wish maybe he didn’t have it protecting his lower half.
your eyes stuck to his chest the entire time, talk about embarrassing. immediately, your pretty dilated pupils ran down his chest, down his v-line, his perfectly structured build . . and then, his happy trail. he was well trimmed of the sort, practically. toji’s version of well trimmed was we, a bit hairy. regardless, it was still an attractive feature.
the more your eyes rove, the more you glance at his nearly perfectly sculptured structure. his chest was painted with a plethora of battle scars, now you were the one intrigued. you wanted to know more.
“you’re a little rude, huh,” and you abruptly snap from your thoughts. it was so brusque…
returning back to reality, out of that lewd trance you were so desperately trapped in—you blink twice, not even realizing how he was right up close to you. toji stares down at you before sneering. “it’s like three am. shouldn’t you be in bed?”
you shift your feet a bit, maintaining a little distance before trying to reply in the best nonchalant way possible. “uh no,” and then you utter awkwardly. “shouldn’t you be in bed? who randomly wakes up to take showers this late?”
“guys my age,” he jibes. “ya wouldn’t get it.”
you deadpan, fully aware it was a joke but you held everything in you to not have your eyes roll all the way back. “whatever,” and then you nearly forget what you were about to do. he watches you, you open near the lower cabinet and replace the clean towels. it grew profoundly quiet, a pin could drop. the moment you turned around, toji scoffs to himself. “did you need anything? something else?”
“ah. thank you, i’m fine, princess,” toji huffs with a sly grin. he reaches near the small wooden table to grab what seemed to be a half-used lotion bottle. however, you didn’t expect for him to completely change the topic, flipping your own words around with a blunt, “do you need something?”
“huh?”
“you heard me, girl.”
the banter…
he was definitely cocky, playful, literally any other synonym would fit.
you hated how he’d get you speechless everytime. you loathed how he was such an effect on you. with a brief gnaw on your bottom lip you narrow your eyes, mumbling out a, “stupid question.”
“i agree,” toji smirks. “but eh. y’er a smart girl. ‘m sure you can come up with a good comeback soon.”
he was so annoying, entirely so.
it’d be simple interactions like that between the two of you. much to your surprise though, nothing really else happened. toji would tease you a bit then pretend nothing happened, throw you a compliment or two and call it a day.
toji would often visit daily or twice a day, mainly to hang with your father. you could care less about what they did, but you were bored out of your mind from being in the house all day. you could go out, but it’s not like you had anyone to go with. everyone was either busy or … busy. besides, most of your friends were on exotic vacations or out of the country—you sighed, rubbing a hand against your stomach as you stared in the ceiling wall.
but then, the most lasciviously filthy thought made its way into your thoughts. you thickly swallowed before reaching a hand down between your legs. the air grew abnormally dry, shame…
to be completely honest, you couldn’t even remember the last time you touched yourself. this couldn’t have ever been a more perfect time. you were sure your father and his cocky best friend was out at top golf, probably.
intaking a single breath, you lean back against your pillow—slowly, you started to focus on your breathing.
parting your legs, you lightly pull down your shorts before tugging your panties to the side. you wince for a little, realizing how you were already a bit soaked. a little dampened spot right towards the front part of your underwear. you knew it had to be from pondering about toji.
speaking of, you remember that time where he helped—well, ‘attempted’ to cook dinner that one time. all you could focus on was his hands. such rough thick hands, you wondered what’d it feel like to have those same hands gingerly wrap around your throat. such thick fingers shove down your throat while he calls you such degrading names—just anything.
the more you were deep in thought, the more drenched you started to become. you went slow, being patient with yourself. you imagined it was toji’s fingers instead of yours. such big fingers thrusting in and out of you.
steadily, you start to insert a single finger in. a middle finger, it felt good, you suppressed a single moan and by this point, your imagination was running wild. you allowed your body to relax for a few moments before you slipped another finger inside. seconds later, you started to gentle move around inside your clit. your pace was sweet and precise—you let out a soft moan that rang throughout your thin walls. “toji—f-fuckkk.”
your voice was shaky, imagining toji being here right now made you throb ten times more. just propped all up behind you, thrashing his fingers against your swollen folds made you more aroused than you ever thought. your thrusts against your own entrance was small, a steady pace but irregular enough to make your knees start to buckle.
throwing your head back a little, you started to whine as each second dragged. your breath became insignificantly heavy, hitched and all. you made sure to stimulate in all the right areas, adapting to a perfect rhythm, then that’s when you’re rudely interrupted. talk about a cliche.
“hey. is it anymore detergen—”
toji pauses mid sentence, literally trying to process the scenery in front of him. he stands still and his initial reaction was slow. the first thing he does is chortle lowly. “well, shit. is this a bad time?”
you’ve never felt anymore embarrassed in your life, a sudden wave of heat rushed over your body before you quickly shielded yourself with your blanket. “oh my god,” you’d squeak out, and toji averts his eyes elsewhere for a few seconds. “i thought you all left already.”
toji hums. he takes a moment, and it’s as if he’s thinking of what to say. he was amused, seeing your flustered state and he looks back at you. “we were but it got canceled last minute since a storm’s approaching,” and you let off a soft gulp, hearing his footsteps creak against your wooden floor as he got closer. “thank god it was me who came in here ‘n not your father, right princess? now that’d be embarrassing.”
“stop calling me that,” you grumble, and you don’t even realize how soft and weak your voice was. you slowly pull your fingers out before intaking another sharp breath. he glanced at you before simpering. “haven’t you heard of knocking?”
“girl,” toji utters in a low rasp. “the door was wide open. i can’t knock on air,” and you mentally eye rolled — he was so insufferable. incredibly so, toji’s eyes roam across your old room that was a bit scattered with some boxes from when you moved out four years ago. it was a bit unkempt, your father usually used your room sometimes just to store things from the attic. toji buried his hands into his pockets before chuckling. “i heard you, ya know. moaning my name all loud like that.”
you blinked thrice, sitting up before compressing your eyebrows together. “what?”
“whaaat?” he jeers, mocking you. toji inches closer towards you until he was right beside your bedside. you gaze up at him and he had a blunt sticking out from the corner of his lips. he looked so appetizing, even while dressed down. ripped jeans and a sweatshirt. you could tell he was fit, of course he was—you saw him shirtless. he was well likely in his early thirties, dressing so laid back and casual. “between you and me, sweetheart, you can do better. ‘s cute ‘n all but that’s not how ya finger yourself. been a while, yeah?”
this guy, he was so bold. casually speaking his dirty mind, not afraid to say anything.
you don’t know why, but those last few words made you throb. you loathed how right he was, it was as if he could read you like a book. between studies and actually living a university student’s life, you barely ever get time to yourself. time to please yourself.
“whatever,” you utter. “yeah... it’s been a while.”
“poor thing,” he clicks his tongue before taking a seat on your bed. it jitters from his weight for a bit before he peers a gaze at you. “hm,” he puffs out, dragging a hand against his jeans. “i’d be happy to help though. those useless fingers of yours can only please you so much, right? heh.”
this indescribable effect he had on you, it heavily irked your nerves. “…please,” and you don’t even register what quickly came out of your mouth.
you were so pent up by this point, being interrupted. you wanted to finish, you desperately wanted to finish. your soft breaths hitched, and toji’s intimate stare lingered on you for a bit. his loud cologne started to waft across the entire room, so intoxicating. “just make me finish, please.”
“there’s those manners,” he coos in a husky tone, and he gets up closer. he was purely teasing you, you just wanted to feel his touch . . . feel something at least. he pulls the fat cover that went over you, yet at a more tantalizingly slow pace. he was a mere tease, you nearly let off a whine once you felt the tips of his warm fingers skim past your thighs. “messy girl,” he mumbles, and then he pauses to glance at you. “are you sure? jus’ wanna-”
“toji,” you mutter, and you liked hearing you roll his name so sweetly off your tongue. seeing you grow purely frustrated was utter amusement to him. the way your eyebrows would curl and furrow, irises flaring and your jaw slightly tensing. you had such readable body language by default too. “please. i want you. just touch me.”
he simpers. “pretty please.”
“……”
again, he was so infuriating. you felt yourself starting to pant, not knowing how much longer you could take as he started to softly trail a thumb against your skin. his touch was so warm, it was intense and ignited something within you.
“touch me—pretty please, toji.” you mutter out, sprawling your legs out just a bit. it was so hot, the temperature surrounding the atmosphere of the room was so humid. he glances at you before smiling.
“that’s a good girl.”
his words warmed your heart in such a lewd provocative way, you just wanted his touch.
desperately yearning for it, toji leans up close, bringing a big hand to part your legs apart and he was so slow. he takes the blunt that was propped up between his teeth, setting it aside near your nightstand. you prepare to inhale deeply, not expecting him to then bring a tender kiss towards your inner thighs. he started to create a trail—a trail that gingerly went up and up and up.
“so sensitive,” he’d purr, watching your own body melt from just the softness of his lips against your skin. you wanted him to hurry, you replayed this exact scenario over and over at least a dozen times. now that it was reality, you just knew that your body wanted him. “oh. don’t give me that look,” and he smirks, watching the pout grow against your lips. “gonna stare at me all day or are ya gonna tell me how you’d like for me to start?”
“i need you to—eat me out,” you huff out in short singular breaths. you were throbbing rapidly, each moment he stalled to speak, the more aroused you grew. his warm breath just fanning against your folds had you nearly going weak.
he snickers. “need?” he repeats, and you moan once he swiftly drags a finger down your soaked cunt. it was drenched, but it could be a bit more. toji hums to himself cockily. “you don’t need shit, girl. fix your sentence ‘n talk proper..”
“i—” you gripe, starting to grow more and more frustrated. your vexed facial expression amused him. he raises his darkened brows, awaiting for your answer and the cute pout that continued to stretch across your lips was so cute. “i— i want you to eat me out, pretty please.”
“much better,” he says in a low gruff. the moment he finally hovers his mouth over your sopping clit, toji gently strokes a thumb up and down. opening you up slowly, he creates a single slow lick to make you whimper. “i’ll make ya cum quicker than you ever could, princess.”
and you knew he probably wouldn’t lie about a simple fact like that. toji’s touch, it was sloppy.
without a doubt, he was a messy eater.
just one taste of you and he was hooked—a new addiction for him and it wasn’t gambling.
you tasted sweet, candied even. he was in so deep, occasionally the tip of his nose would prod against your entrance. you slumped back against the bed, your legs twitching in pleasure. not before long, your lips started to part and you started to gnaw on your hardened knuckles. you didn’t wanna be too loud—you just remembered your father was right downstairs.
he didn’t have the best hearing in the world, but knowing you, you could be a bit overzealous with your moans.
the noises his tongue made, sliding his tongue between your folds, sucking and nibbling. he even broke away his lips just to spit a nice wad onto your pussy. you watched the entire time, mesmerized. he was so nasty—nasty and you only wanted more. toji continued to drag a thumb against your slit, lapping up your slick arousal that was already starting to drip down his chin. it ran further down, a bit of his trimmed facial hair now soaked with your sweetness.
“how’s it feel, princess,” he’d mutter out, briefly departing his lips away. as he does—you stare as a pretty cobweb of his own spit tugs against your own entrance. glistening and all, it was so sheeny. he was right between your precious thighs, and you couldn’t help but give his ruffled dark hair a light pull. “tell me how i make you feel. talk to me nice, girl.”
“good,” you whimper, nearly choking on your own saliva. your words were so trembly, you could hardly recognize yourself. it’s been a while since you’ve been eaten out, let alone being intimate. as you continued to let off irregular breathing patterns, you swallow. “f-feels good.”
“just good?” he’d tease, bringing a long suck towards your clit. you let off a whine once he playfully nibbles near that particular spot with his teeth. his tongue scrapes against your folds time and time again. it’s indescribable—toji’s head shook back and forth as he was nose deep into your pussy. for a moment, he sounds offended.
toji gives your cunt a sweet little kiss, and he feels it start to hastily pulse from doing so.
he knew you were getting close, all from a simple cue from his tongue. speaking of toji’s tongue . . it was lengthy.
so long, it reached areas that had your eyes mindlessly rolling back.
cute little cacophonies of, “oh my g-godddd,” repeated ghosts past your lips as you started to practically drag his face against you. the texture of his tongue—so moist and slick, already wet from obvious reasons, but grew even more dampened from your sheer arousal. it was a taste his tastebuds grew to crave more of. “gonna c-cum toji. f-fuckkk.”
“you’re gonna wait for me, little girl,” he grouses, and your irises fleetingly dilate. he gifts the entrance of your cunt with another string of spit, then he rubs a few circles against it. mean vigorous circles that made your legs pathetically twitch. “you make a mess when i tell you too.”
he was so mean.
such sternness in his tone, yet it turned you on. that slight secretive rasp that hid underneath his voice. toji breaks his lips away for a moment, glaring at you before focusing near the crevices of your thighs. he teasingly slides his tongue upward, away from your most sensitive area just to watch you squirm.
“toji,” you’d whimper, feeling his tongue just roam everywhere from below. he was so skilled, you’ve never had a man be so sloppy. at least in a way that toji was. he greedily sucks near your thighs, gently sinking his canines into the plush of your thighs before going back towards your pussy. “i can’t—can’t hold..”
you were barely able to finish your sentence, and that’s when you came — it was so sudden and abrupt. gushing all out of you and your nerves had your mind spiraling. a constant crazed loop.
it felt like a wave, a tsunami crashing down and it felt so good.
your orgasm that shortly followed was so loud, you didn’t even bother trying to cover your mouth. toji chuckles, cupping his mouth around the very top part of your achey slit before lapping his tongue against your hood. your hips temporarily quavered due to his tongue, and you still maintained a rough grip on his head.
“easy on the fuckin’ hair,” he’d grunt after feeling you roughly yank on his strands bringing a kiss towards your slick entrance. you swallowed, your legs feeling practically mush before he brings a terse spank towards your clit. “cute ‘n all, but i didn’t say you could finish yet.”
“s-sorry,” you’d breathe out, still feeling the after effects of your intense high. it was so good, your eyes were all hooded and droopy. toji saw a bit of drool seeping from the corners of your mouth and hums silently.
he sighs, leaning up before getting on top of you. he hovers himself and you stare up at him. he rests both arms over you, groping near the rickety headrest before leaning up close to your face.
“are you sorry, sweetheart?” and he gets up a bit closer, green viridescent eyes glance right into you—you smelled the mint and brief tang of alcohol residing on his tongue. using another hand to grab your chin, he softly pulls your bottom lip down before derisively grinning. “aw. nothing to say? no back talk this time?”
“i… want a kiss,” you pant, feeling his warm body just inches away from colliding against yours. just a single inch and he’d be grinding on you. “kiss me.”
“oh i dunno. sounds like a demand, babygirl,” he’d sneer, and your eyes leer near his scar. it was damp a little from him just being between your thighs a moment ago. perhaps it was a bit filthy, but you wanted to taste it. taste him. “ask me the right way.”
you pout, staring right into his eyes. “i wan— can i get a kiss, pretty please. i just want a kiss.”
“course ya can,” he utters, and that’s right when he squeezes your chin. your lips were plump and glossy. toji stares at you back for a long while, studying your cute expressions before he leans right in. the kiss was passionate, it felt so wrong but felt so right. you moaned the second his lips crashed onto yours. he finds it cute, feeling your arms rub and feel around his slim waist. you were pulling him closer — a sign that you wanted more of him. toji teasingly grinds his hefty body against you, and you whimper in his mouth once you feel his thick bulge prod against your panties that were halfway on you. “mhm.” he’d groan.
while his tongue skims against yours, you part your lips a bit for him and the incoming savory taste you’d get a treat out of.
you made sure to savor it, so sweet with a bit of spice.
running your tongue against his, breaking away to lick near his chin, softly making sure to lick near his stubble—you cleaned your own mess off of him. without him asking you either, toji grunts as he watched you through his peripherals. he’d never expect his best friend to have such a nasty girl for a daughter.
“y’er fuckin’ filthy,” he mumbles, breaking away and watching both strands of spit leave and depart. your lips curv into a cute needy scowl before he heard your father suddenly call out from downstairs.
“honey? i said, was that a scream…? is everything okay?”
your eyes widen, not even knowing your father was speaking—yelling actually. toji snickers, and now he’s the one suddenly quiet. prick.
“o-oh um,” you clear your throat, sitting up and that’s when toji starts to create soft chaste kisses near the inside of your neck. you nearly moaned before turning your head to speak. “i’m—i’m fine. i thought i saw a cockroach.”
“cockroach? do you need me to come up and—”
“no!” you’d quickly reply before clearing your throat once more. you let off a sigh, feeling toji start to suck near your collarbone. “i mean, no dad. i’m okay. thanks anyways.”
“okay honey, if you say so.”
toji chortles. “fuck. you’re bad at lying. just tell y’er old man you were getting eaten out by me.”
you glare at him, immensely bringing your brows into a furrow. “no, i’m not gonna say that. are you crazy?”
“maybe.”
you eye rolled, yet part of you felt like he wasn’t exactly lying. after all, he could probably be insane—perhaps he was.
you didn’t know, and to be frank, you didn’t really care. all you really cared about was getting pleasured—riding out orgasm after orgasm with him, and that’s exactly what you ended up doing for hours on end.
toji would find himself leaned back against your pillow, studying your hips carefully before grinning.
the moment you lightly shove him back, he clicks his tongue. “oh?” he says, and you already sprung his dick out. he was very much hard, presenting you with an upward slight curve. you licked your lips, hovering over him before giving him a few strokes. a groan slips past his lips and your thumb brushes against the various veins that ran just below his foreskin. “y’er gonna ride me? can a sweet girl like you even handle it?”
“shut up,” you’d fuss, and he just smirks at you. you wanted to wipe that smug expression from his face. he knew just how to irritate your nerves. toji watches you throw your leg over him, a simple hook around. you’re straddling him now and he brings two rough hands to attach near your hips. you lean in to kiss him again and he returns it, slowly tilting his head back and your arms wrap around him. he feels you reach down, grabbing ahold of his shaft before softly sliding the head of his dick near your slick entrance. “s-shit. you’re big.”
“i try not to disappoint,” he slyly says, sliding a thumb near your hips. his voice was so low, so pompous and arrogant. you give him a glare but he only hums out of pure amusement. “barely the tip in ‘n y’er struggling. need my help, sweetheart?”
you ignored him and he smirks, allowing you to do your thing—you bring one hand towards his chest, gently feeling near his perfectly chiseled abs. he was so toned, tracing against his tense muscles and he watches your every move. it was as if time was stood still, he chuckles at how eager you were. you weren’t like him, you weren’t patient and thorough. you were a bit more rushed and sloppy—cute, it was very much cute to him though.
a moan goes past your lips once the wet tip of his slowly starts to sink inside. it had a few droplets of pre-cum leaking down, and you slowly rocked your hips in place to get comfortable. his eyes go lower to focus more on your body, the grip he had on your waist was so rough and sensual. because toji was so thick — it took you a good six minutes, six precise minutes to reach all the way down to the base. your lips opened a bit, and you let off a soft shrilling whimper once you did a cute attempt at jerking forward.
“take it slow,” he purrs in such a rasp, you leisurely started to lurch back and forth once he was buried all the way down to the hilt. you inhale deeply and he was so hefty. balls deep, swollen balls that was hidden and engulfed beneath your inner walls. “atta girl.” he praises, watching you try to maintain a decent rhythm.
ringing went throughout your ears, you felt all hot.
toji playfully brings a hand to feel near your tummy. you were wearing some old university hoodie. it was comfortable, but much to his surprise, you didn’t have a bra underneath. he hums to himself, and you let off a moan once his hand trails ever further. further and further until his thumb brushes against your perky nipples.
“t— toji,” you’d moan, and another hand of his was tightly clinging onto the left part of your waist. you were riding him smoothly. yet since he was so big, you started to feel your thighs building up with drowsiness. your efforts were cute to him, so desperately eager to get off.
his black lashes flicker, and the way he’s all leaned back and manspread was so attractive—you felt your back start to naturally arch and it didn’t take long for toji to reach that particular spot. once you felt his tip prod against there—way past inside the orifices of your cunt, you let off a sweetened whimper. “found it,” he whispers, bringing you close towards his chest. you lean into his touch, intaking his cologne into your nose before your hand starts to wander all over his body. he liked how handsy you were, slipping a hand right underneath his shirt to feel a part of his abs. you made sure to trace directly on each line, each tender flexing muscle. all the way down onto his sharp v-line. further down, you started to feel his happy trail. your favorite.
he grunts, feeling the softness of your hands meander freely. “that’s it, sweetheart,” he gruffs in a sharp breath. an imaginary lump getting caught in his throat — he was holding both of your hips upright and by this point you were slamming right onto his thick cock. “touch me more. feel all over me baby.”
“can i—” you started, leaning in to kiss near the crook of his neck. your voice was soft, a bit trembly before your hands went up this time. feeling near his pecs before a breath gets caught in his throat. “can i feel here, toji?”
“f-fuckin’ girl,” he groans, a chill running down his spine the second he feels you gently rubbing a thumb against his nipples this time. toji was surprisingly far more sensitive despite his rough front he was putting up, it was a bit cute. after all, he did say feel all over you. toji was panting now, while you rode him continuously, he swiped a few beads of sweat from his forehead. “whatever.”
you giggle, watching him now be the one with a pouty expression this time. you plant a kiss near where his slanted scar went down his lip before he spanks your ass. “just ‘cause ‘m sensitive there doesn’t mean ‘m gonna get all whiney for you, girl,” he utters in a raspy tone. the sharp sting from the spank felt good.
you felt yourself twitch between your thighs whilst your hips moved in harmony. you do a little back bend with your hips, constantly jerking against him and he grunts with how slow yet sloppy your movements were. “keep goin’ slow like that. ‘m gonna—cum.”
his voice consistently got deeper, and the tips of his fingers gently pierced into your skin—you were vocal yourself though. moan after moan, a constant repeat. you found yourself whining out his name as if it was a lewd mantra. over and over again, to toji though, it was purely music to his ears.
he feels you start to slow down a bit though, exactly at the minute he tells you he was approaching his incoming release. toji clenched his jaw, gifting the fat of your ass with another mean spank. “f-fuck. keep fuckin’ me. make me fuckin’ cum.”
you plant kisses near his neck this time, near the very inside and you swiftly quicken your pace a little. he was stuffing you full of thick inches, full of such girth that had your tongue salivating right in your mouth. you could only imagine what it’d feel like to have his seed pouring into you. you couldn’t lie to yourself, ever since you saw toji shirtless. his bulge sticking out through his towel, you only imagined he’d be so full of cum to give. you tilt your hips backwards, and he lets off a husky groan.
that particular spot reached so deep, you felt it too. his cockhead pokes and taps repeatedly against your sweet spot and you sob out a needy, “f-fuck, ‘s right there,” you tilt forward and he’s just about reaching his peak. the longer you took, the more spanks you received.
toji was a patient man, but only for so long.
the bed frame creaked constantly, it was the only tune that played in the background. he slithers a hand down between your thighs and spanks your cunt a few times. you whimpered, already a bit sensitive but felt something else approaching. “toji— toji.”
toji groans, the build up nearly taking his breath away. with your rhythmic thrusts against him, his eyes merely roll and he has to take a minute to catch his breath. you wrap a hand around his throat—tenderly of course—then place your lips onto his once he finally finishes inside of you.
he didn’t expect for you to choke him, but he liked it.
he liked how forward you were, your thumb lightly grazed against his adam’s apple, and a deep grunt gets trapped in his throat. your cunt was practically overflowed with such dumps of his cum—you’ve never felt more filled. toji shook a little, a hand gripping your ass as you kissed him.
slowly, he started to feel himself get addicted.
he already was addicted from having a simple taste of you earlier, but he was getting infatuated. you had him whipped, and he knew this probably wouldn’t be a one time thing.
albeit, the last thing you expect is to pull away from the kiss once you feel a sudden pressure brewing up within you.
momentarily, you whine—feeling a sudden familiar wetness coat his base. nerves all throughout your body had you locked in a trance, and you pause your hips before toji tsks.
“little girl,” he mumbles with a sly smile. “did you just squirt on me?”
it was so unexpected, you pant heavily—heave after heave leaving your lips before you moan out a sweet, “y-yes.”
“don’t be shy about it. i like when it’s messy,” he sneers, his eyes tantalizingly trailing down your body once more before he lifts you up just a bit from his shaft. he observes the lewd mess, how much cum trickled past your thighs and he hums. “wanna do that again? i bet i can do it in five minutes, baby.”
to say you were being treated like a rag doll was an understatement.
toji was ruthless with you, ruthless with you in your own house. well, ex-house. you didn’t live here anymore but you used to.
he coaxed orgasm after orgasm out of you like it was nothing. making you imitate and try positions you’ve never even heard of—you were getting stretched, easily said. it’s been hours by this point, you weren’t even in your room anymore. you were in the bathroom with him.
toji had you propped up against the door, you’re taking him from behind and you’re roughly biting down on your lip.
entirely so, it was still risky.
your father was right outside near the living room doing who knows what. probably watching some sports program—yet of course, he started to grow curious of where his best pal went. initially, toji said he had to use the restroom.
like four hours ago . .
he was so mean too, spanking your ass numerous times. your ass was perked upright for him, and you’re leaning against the door. you whimpered, feeling him grip on your panties that he refused to pull off of you.
oh, he likes seeing it dangle and thwack against your skin. the pretty fabric just cutely rubbing against your thighs. his weight just barely hovers against you and he’s smacking right into you.
your cunt swallowed his hefty inches each and every time—by this point, you weren’t sure if you could even give him one more.
you lost count of how many mind blowing orgasms that you were just completely intoxicated from his dick and his dick alone.
toji’s rough bare hands grab onto both parts of your ass, spreading it before deepening his strokes just a bit. you moaned, feeling every inch store inside of your sweet cunt. he knew just where to hit you. you breathe through your mouth and your nose at the same time, heavy cute pants that started to fog up the door’s material.
“fuck, fuck me f-fuckkk,” you’d drag out, and your back naturally arches just from a teasing touch of his finger racing down your back.
your ass was held up high and your cheek was softly nudging against the cold door. another build up was approaching and you were just so in awe—you were literally thinking, where has he been all your life? “close, ‘m getting closer.”
“bet you are. drippin’ all on me ‘n it’s fuckin’ nasty,” he replies—yet you freeze once you hear footsteps approach the door. it was your father, right when you were about to cum—you feel toji’s hand wrap around your mouth. your eyes roll backwards, and then he speaks through the other end of the door.
“toji? hehe, did ya fall in there man? you’re missing the game. we’re down by four points.”
toji chuckles, hearing a tiny muffled squeak go past your lips. he was balls deep, giving you such thick vigorous inches. that’s when he leans right up close to you—a hand still propped to have your mouth shut before whispering in a raspy tone. “you gotta be quiet, sweetheart. you want y’er old man to hear you make a sloppy mess on me?”
you shake your head, making an attempt to try and suck on his fingers and be smiles. “messy baby.”
your mouth was now stuffed with nothing but his thick fingers. you moaned, coating each digit with your glistening saliva as he pounded right into you. the grip your cunt had on him made him groan. eyes roll into the depths of your cranium so far back that your vision was pure black. squelch after squelch, it was so erotic. the build up of your incoming release yet again.
it was so slow and tense, you felt your thighs ache and tremble the more you were arched all over for him. the most sluttiest arch he’s seen in a while.
“huh—oh, nah man i’m good,” toji replies with a simper. you were trying so hard to be quiet, if your father heard anything, that’d be a wrap for you.
dying out of pure embarrassment certainly wasn’t on your bucket list for sure. the way toji responded was so casual, almost as if he wasn’t just happily drilling into his best friend’s cunt in his own home. “four points? shit. defense can’t do anything right.”
“telllll me about it! i could play better with my eyes clothes, damn.”
you found it so irksome how they were casually having a dumb conversation whilst you were just about to gush right into toji’s shaft—you felt him dip his hips into you deeper though, and you let off a sweet whine.
toji leans into your ear and whispers. “you’re doing a good job, sweetheart,” and then he chuckles. removing his hand—you nearly let off the most loudest orgasm imaginable, but you kept it together by biting your tongue. it was a cute squeal, and as your legs parted you made such a mess.
again…
it was probably the umpteenth time.
while you ride out your release, he’s slowing down his strokes and stares at the excess cum filling up your entrance. toji licks his lips, dragging a thumb to plug it all back in once he pulls out. he didn’t like putting things to waste. you whimper, feeling so taken aback from how stuffed full you were.
it was an awkward silence, you felt a sharp scare in your stomach once you thought your father heard everything — but thankfully so, he plopped right back down on the couch. toji lets you take a moment to calm down, and then he brings a wet kiss towards your lips. you were so sensitive, trembling within his hold—you didn’t want him to leave now.
“atta girl,” he purrs, that same sly smile pressing against his lips as he brings a thumb towards your lip. his gaze was so hypnotizing. such pools of green eyes look like it had a story to tell, and perhaps you wanted to know who toji fushiguro really was.
maybe that story is ready for another day though.
thankfully you didn’t get caught.
or did you—you had to leave out the bathroom first, then toji after about a lengthy minute time difference so it wouldn’t be remotely suspicious. once the both of you were out, after about an hour of you all crammed up and watching the boring never ending basketball game, your dad ends up going to the bathroom.
while he was occupied, you leaned against toji and he wraps an arm around you. he could tell you wanted more—but his gaze was stern, telling you with his eyes to basically be a good girl and be patient.
a few seconds past before you father bellows out a pitched. “erm. toji? is this shampoo—? what’s this white stuff over the sink? doesn’t look like shampoo.”
the both of you share the same frozen expression, impish smiles fading before you nudge toji to speak after long seconds pass.
“huh? oh, that’s uh mayonnaise. i forgot to clean up after myself.”
“aren’t you allergic to mayonnaise?”
you mentally facepalmed, watching toji break into a sheepish sweat before he gruffs out a low, “i guess not that brand of mayonnaise.”
“right. riiiight,” your father mutters, and you heard sudden shifting. it was abrupt, and you felt something fall — probably a brush from the familiar after sound, you then hear your dad add a follow up question. “wait a minute,” and he glances down near the floor. “are these panties?”
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opalici0us · 3 days
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Satoru Gojo is the type to...
take his blindfold off and put it on you during sex/foreplay, making you 10x more sensitive to his touch.
He was dragging a vibrator up and down your inner thigh, grazing it against your folds, almost letting it touch your clit just to go back to your thighs. Repeating the action over. You could feel the vibrations inching closer and closer to your neglected bundle of nerves. Your little hole clenched around nothing. 
Gojo wished you could see it—the lewd faces you were making when he was so close to giving you the pleasure you so desperately wanted, how your body shivered and tensed up when he ran the bullet up your inner thighs, your arousal dripping down to soak the sheets. 
"P-please, Satoru, can't take anymore." Tears stained the blindfold as your hips chased the vibrations. 
"Haha, too much for you, sweets?" He turned it off suddenly, making you whimper. "You're so adorable, wish you could see how soaked you are :(." Suddenly you jolted, feeling the bullet press right against your clit at full power.
It felt so much more intense than usual. You held your breath as high-pitched squeals left your mouth. Your legs snapped shut around his hand. Your moans layered over his chuckles. You could already imagine the smirk he probably has on his face.
“Oh fuck fuc—m’cumming~” 
Gojo would immediately add his mouth to the mix. The constant buzz of the vibrator on your clit while his tongue probed your insides, feeling the way your walls fluttered on his tongue as your orgasm crashed over you. Your cum coating his tongue as he slurped up every last drop of your nectar.
Gojo was thankful for the blindfold, or else you would have seen the cum stain on his boxers <3
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gothgurltitties · 3 days
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JJK guys eating your leftovers:)
Feat; Yuji, Toge, Gojo, Choso, & Yuta
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gojom0jo · 3 days
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Accidentally texting them about your crush them..
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୨୧ feat. Gojo, Geto & Nanami
୨୧ warnings: cursing
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emepe · 3 days
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— Pairing: Yuuta x Reader, established relationship
— General info: 18+, one-shot, smut
— Summary: When it comes to Yuuta, “just the tip” is the start of a dangerous game.
— Content warnings: nsfw, unprotected vaginal sex, virginity loss, implied religious guilt, mild god complex if you squint, coercion, slight breeding kink.
— Notes: Honestly, I wrote this just to see if I could still write decent smut (and Yuuta fits the trope perfectly ugh, I can't lie). Likes and reblogs are appreciated! Happy reading! 
Links: Read on AO3 |  Masterlist
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It wasn't supposed to happen like this. You promised each other you would wait. But an innocent kiss on the cheek while watching TV led to a sloppy makeout session on the sofa, with your legs on either side of Yuuta's lap and your clothed cunt grinding needily onto his crotch as his fingers crept under your shirt and dug into your waist. 
A whine escapes your lips when he involuntarily thrusts his hips upwards, meeting you halfway, desperate for further friction.
“My God, Yuu,” you moan into his mouth, as your combined drool trickles down your chin.
“‘M sorry,” he mumbles, yet makes no effort to hold back. Because little by little, with every movement of your hips, his erection has become downright painful. It's practically throbbing in the confines of his jeans, swollen and red, aching to be let out, begging for relief.
But he promised.
It's a mental game to come down to his senses and draw an end when things get too heated between you. God knows you haven't one ounce of willpower when you're spiraling down a lustful haze. But he'd rather be the stronger one than risk the loss of your virtue ending in remorse. 
He loves you too much to force you to carry such an immense guilt. You vowed to wait until you were married and instead settled for a few steamy moments here and there — always sure you never made it too far.
You could hump and whine and he'd swallow every sweet sigh you pour into his mouth — as long as you never fully undressed and as long as he didn't ruin you by pushing himself between your legs. Then he'll wrap his arms around you, assuring you that whatever you did was still innocent, that you have no reason to feel guilty because you're both still pure. 
The vicious cycle never ends. 
You're incredibly precious to him — you're everything — but man, it really pisses him off sometimes that he has to be the one to protect a promise you were the first to suggest.
He brings a hand to collect your hair and nip at your neck, kissing it, tracing its slope with his tongue and sucking fervently at the supple skin. As if that's enough, as if it could compare to the glowing promise that being buried inside you represents. His cock twitches at the thought, the movement causing you to expel another string of holy affirmations.
His eyes land on the hand that grips at the fabric of his shirt as you whimper into his ear and the air thickens with the scent of spit, sweat, and desire.
The engagement ring on your finger has become a symbol of dread. So close to having you bound to him forever, and yet the time couldn't come fast enough.
His chest rises and falls dramatically with every shallow breath. It's all too much — the blood rushing south, the precum he can feel leaking from his tip and soiling his underwear, the line of sweat that transfers from your forehead to his as you squeeze your eyes shut and breathe against his mouth — it's all too good. 
But it's not enough.
He's tired of it, and you're not making things easier with your pathetic whimpers and your feverish body clinging to him. He can feel your pussy clenching around nothing through the layers of clothing dividing you. If he didn't know any better, he might’ve thought you wore a skirt on purpose to further drive him mad. He might be a patient man —loving, understanding, doting— but he's still a man.
“Just the tip,” he groans.
Your hips slow down as you struggle to comprehend what he just said, earning him a chance to will the cum threatening to spurt inside his jeans back.
“What?” you ask, tilting your head as you observe his blown pupils and his eyebrows upturned in desperate pleading.
“Just the tip, please.” 
Your lips part to draw a sharp breath as it dawns on you what he's asking for.
“But we promised,” you softly pronounce.
“It won't change anything if it's just the tip,” he promises. “It's barely anything. It'll be like the time you used your hand.”
He hopes your mind is too dizzy to comprehend that the two situations don't compare at all. 
Uncertainty casts over your features, but he can see a hint of consideration gleaming in your eyes at the idea. 
You'd be lying if you said you never considered loosening up on your convictions every now and then when you got so close to the act. But you didn't think you could handle disappointing Yuuta by breaking the promise you brought up in the first place. After all, he's so devoted to you and he promised to abide by your wishes no matter how long it took because the gratification when you finally joined in carnal pleasure would only make your commitment to each other all the more special. 
“As long as I get to be with you, the rest doesn't matter,” was what he said.
But now that he's looking up at you with such helpless eyes, like you're some sort of god he prays to, your morals take a toll.
His blue eyes stare adoringly into yours. 
“Please?” he asks again.
He presses a kiss to the corner of your mouth.
“Please,” he insists, tugging on your bottom lip with his teeth, biting down just hard enough to cause a whisper of pain before alleviating the feeling with his tongue.
“Please, please, please, it hurts,” he whines, tears lining his lashes and threatening to spill as he reaches between you to palm himself over his jeans. “I can't take it anymore. I'm begging you, I need you, I love you.”
How could you possibly say no when he asks so nicely? 
You'd have to be made of stone to deny him the pleasure. You'd have to be a monster to not relieve him of his throbbing pain. You'd have to be the cruelest god to impose him with such inhumane punishment.
“Yuu,” you whisper, his pain reflecting on your face upon witnessing his desperation. 
“Please,” he sniffles.
“Okay.”
The word falls over him like a fresh breeze.
“Really? You mean it?” 
His lips curve into an eager smile, with butterflies fluttering in his stomach in anticipation.
You nod, happy to see his teary eyes light up.
“Just the tip.”
“Just the tip, I promise.”
He brushes away at his tears with the heel of his palm.
“You're an angel,” he murmurs as he cradles your face with one hand and starts guiding your hips over his erection again with the other. 
Soon enough, you're back to panting into each other's mouths, feverish and dizzy at your new promise to fulfill. 
Your hands fumble to undo his jeans, clumsily pulling down the zipper in fragments.
“Just the tip,” you huff, as he moans upon feeling your clammy hands palm him through his underwear.
You pull on his briefs just enough for his erection to spring free.
“Oh, god,” you exhale, in awe of the intense red that consumes the head of his cock. Precum oozes from the tip, balls heavy as if he's seconds away from bursting. It's no wonder he looked so pained. 
“Just the tip,” he reminds you kindly as he pets your hair, heart rate spiking when he watches your thumb trace over his leaking tip.
He flips you over so that you're pressed onto the sofa while he hovers over you and hooks his fingers around your pink cotton panties, tugging them down your hips with ease and tossing them onto the floor, leaving you in your skirt.
The sight of your bare cunt — already a sopping wet mess from everything that now counts as foreplay — makes his cock twitch.
With his weight balanced on one forearm, he carefully drags himself between your folds, the most sinful sound reaching your ears as he coats his length in your juices. His free hand cradles your face as he bends down to capture your mouth in a heated kiss. His tongue pushes against yours, swallowing each of your moans as your hands lose themselves in his raven hair. 
With fingers trembling in excitement, he lets you go and starts lining himself to penetrate your insides.
“Yuu,” you gasp.
He watches in fascination as his reddened tip squeezes in and slowly disappears inside you, your cunt glistening with enough arousal that you barely feel any pain in the sudden stretch. In fact, Yuuta swears he can feel you suck him in the tiniest bit further as you flutter around the foreign member in your body. He can feel himself grow weaker as he's hit with the warmth and wetness of your insides. 
“Fuck,” he hisses, face dropping into the crook of your neck.
The overwhelming ecstasy of knowing he's connected to you burns at every inch of his skin as he scrambles to gather enough strength to pull out and push his tip back in again. 
You writhe under him, hands frantically pulling him in for a kiss. He complies. After all, you've gifted him with this — not that he wouldn't give in to your wishes otherwise. 
His brows furrow in concentration, eyes squeezed shut with the image of his tip swallowed by your insides flashing behind his eyelids. He pumps his head inside you — in and out, in and out — mesmerized by how good it feels even if it's barely a taste. 
It alleviates him… just a little.
He grips your hips with bruising force, rolling his hips further into you all at once, leaving a mildly burning sensation in its wake. 
A whine escapes your lips and your eyes close as you feel a tickle of his pubic hair brushing against your lower tummy. Your arms hook under his, bringing him close, scratching his back over his shirt.
An animalistic power washes over him, pushing him to penetrate the deepest part of you,  over and over again. His hand squeezes your face, demanding your attention and forcing you to meet his crazed gaze. His pupils are blown with lust, the gentle blue of his irises nearly gone. With the help of his thumb, he pries your mouth open, aggressively pushing his tongue against yours, relishing in the muffled cries of pleasure you release. 
The kiss is so needy, so aggressive, it's borderline painful and your jaw hurts from the tight grip of his hand. But it's still so fucking good.
When he pulls back, your eyes are lined with tears, much like his when he was begging to let you use just his tip minutes ago.
The sound of slapping skin echoes around you. Sloppy, wet, sinful.
“Yuuta, this doesn’t feel like just the tip,” you heave, feeling an unfamiliar knot tangling in your lower stomach. 
“It is, baby. I swear.”
You both know he's lying but you're too caught up in each other to care.
Your legs wrap around him, barely granting him enough space to move, but he doesn't care. This is better, this is what he needs to relieve the mild guilt that stems from lying to you, because this means you're just as thrilled by him ruining you as he is. And if you're so unwilling to ease your hold on him, he might as well kill two birds with one stone tonight and fill you to the brim with his cum.
The possibility of knocking you up has him reeling. A breathless laugh pushes past his lips as he looks down at you.
You're such a pretty mess and he's so in love. Your pussy does such a good job at sucking him in and he's so fucking drunk on it. 
The image of you sprawled below him, sweating and whining out his name will be burned into his memory forever. And you do have forever promised, he remembers. That ring on your finger — the very finger on the very hand that's creeping between your bodies to toy with your clit — stands as proof.
You perverted little thing, he thinks, as he feels you bucking your hips upward to meet his thrusts halfway.
“Yuuta, my god, oh my god!” you whimper as his strokes grow even sloppier and he grows even heavier on your body.
“Feel good, angel?” he taunts, using the nickname he imposed on you back before you became such a needy disaster.
An airy chuckle bubbles up his throat when you fervently nod and caress his cheek. He hooks an arm under your leg, pressing it further into your chest in a semi-mating press position. 
He carelessly thrusts his hips a few more times before he's washed over with a glorious relief that he pours inside you, marveling at the way your insides flutter around him, milking him dry with every wanton squeeze.
It's like you want to get knocked up, he thinks.
His hold on your leg loosens and his weight tumbles down on top of you as you work your way to clarity. 
He moves around on the limited space of the sofa so that you can snuggle into his chest with his arms wrapped tightly around you as he presses soft kisses onto the crown of your head.
You can feel his cum leaking from your insides and seeping into the couch cushions, but it'll be a while before either of you care to clean up your mess.
His warm embrace coaxes you to sleep. As you're teetering the line of peaceful slumber, a familiar thought pops into your head.
“Yuuta,” you murmur.
“Hm?”
“What we just did wasn't wrong, was it?”
He looks down at you, fingers lifting your chin so he can see your face. Your eyes are wide with worry. The duality with which you're able to confront these matters will forever be a mystery to him. 
His gaze softens and a smile graces his lips.
“Don't worry, angel. This was innocent.” 
He presses a kiss to your forehead.
“It's pure love.”
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sserafin · 3 days
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consider this 🗣️‼️pranking jjk men by buying a hoodie from the men’s section and saying you got it from another guy.
Hoodie by someone else prank on Jjk men
Incl: Gojo,Geto,Nanami,Sukuna,Toji
Part 2 including other characters
Thank you sm for the request!
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kamikazii · 2 days
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Lazy sleepy sex with Satoru wasn’t uncommon, many nights he’d wake up at some odd hour of the morning and pull you to his body for warmth. He’d slide his hand down the front of your shorts and tease your sleepy clit. The sensation would cause you to stir but not yet wake. He’d lazily rub circles into it, allowing his middle finger to slide down into your folds. Which were becoming wetter as seconds passed.
Eventually you’d wake up from your dreams by your boyfriend finger fucking you, his index and middle slowly sliding in and out. By then your shorts were pushed down to your mid thigh and your legs spread slightly. You gave a breathy whine, signaling you wanted to be fucked back to sleep. And he did just that.
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poksmimi · 12 hours
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OPEN WIDE FOR ME, DARLIN' !
♪contains; your favs x afab!reader, reader has a pussy and breasts but uses no pronouns, fingering, clit rubbing, squirting, nipple play, chest play
♪notes; yum, yum?
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his hand rests on your chest, fondling the squishy blob on your chest, his fingers going over your nipples, fonding the small nubs in your tits. "Aren't ya just the precious thing ever?" He says, whispering in your ear, his breath tickling your ear, your face darkens and you let out a soft moan. His finger lays on your nipple, and his other hand goes down to your wetness between your legs, his fingers massaging the damp spot on your panties, pushing on your clit and you bite your bottom lip. Your eyes stay closed as he moves your panties to the side, your wet cunt out to show, he fingers go up to your opening, sticking one of his fingers in, moving his digit around your wet warmth pussy, he sticks another finger in your cunt, his hand slowly gets covered in your sweet juices, your nectar covering his digits and his palm, your hands grip at his thighs, rolling your hips to match his fingering. Your head lays back and you moan, your eyes staying closed as your mouth is wide open, he smirks and blows on your ear. You squeal and your toes curl, you can feel your cunt squeezing his digits, his hand on your tit begins to move once again, groping at the flesh, playing with your nipple which makes you even more wet. The smell of your pleasure, you can hear your heart racing and his soft breaths on your ear and you can see his fingers disappearing into your cunt and coming back out, you can taste your own saliva. Your mouth is still open and your drool comes out, your eyes roll back when his thumb pushes down on your clit. "Ga-Mfh!" You moan out. "A-Ahfh~ 'm! Please, keep going!" You scream, thrusting your hips to his hand, frantically, he smirks and kisses your shoulders. He rubs your clit, his thumb going over the nub quickly, fingering you so much faster than before, your back arches as you go more einot the touch, he takes out his fingers and his palm spanks your pussy before running your clit, your cunt squirts, spraying your juices onto the bedsheets and the ground, you scream and lay back down, your chest going up and down, he lifts you up, and you lazily move against him. You can feel his hard dick against your bare skin, you moan and he kisses your ear. "Don't worry, darlin', 'm going to make sure this will last until ya pass out, baby~" he lifts you up and his hard cock touches your entrance. Your wetness dripping over his dick, he smirks and you know that this will last until you pass out. His fingers touch your mouth and you open your mouth, he slips his fingers in you mouth, you moan at the taste, you can taste your own nectar on his fingers, you suck on it. He grins and brings his wet fingers down to his dick and rubs it over his dick, using it as lube. He smirks at you and you know, it's finally time to begin. His dick goes into your pussy and you let out a troubled moan, you an feel his hardness in you, your pussy clenches around it, you bounce and he chuckles, holding your hips and helps you to move, moving you up and down on his dick, he leans back and groans, your pussy is sensitive, you ride harder. "Fuck! Baby, ya so tight." His hips go faster, thrusting into your wet cunt, he can feel himself about to climax already, he grits his teeth and goes faster, nails digging into your skin, your eyes roll back and you both making clapping noises, your legs hurt and he pushes you down with a huge harsh thrust, you come again, writing his dick and his abdomen, his dick spurts out, pairing your cunt walls white with his semen, you moan and his dick becomes hard once again. Oh boy, this surely will last as he says.
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satforsatoru · 1 day
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𝐥𝐞𝐭 𝐦𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐢𝐭 𝐜𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐫
➪ 𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐢 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐟𝐭. 𝐠𝐞𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐮𝐠𝐮𝐫𝐮
ive been an academic victim on the weekdays and a party girl on the weekends but im back hopefully
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The obnoxious ringing of a phone alarm cut through the layers of sleep, forcing you to wake. Without opening your eyes, you already knew something was off. It was a Saturday, so you didn’t have an alarm set, meaning that it was something else. 
The sinister thought caused you to bolt upright, searching for the source of the annoying noise. You didn’t find a phone, but something far more startling greeted your eyes. 
Splayed out on the other side of the bed, was none other than your co-worker and friend, Geto Suguru. He laid on his stomach, face hiding in his elbow and hair spread out around him. If you weren’t so horrified and confused about everything about this, you would’ve taken a moment to appreciate such a pretty sight. 
You slowly backed out of your bed, trying to piece together the moments before this, but all you could pull from the depths of your memory was going to a bar with Shoko and Utahime. A chill went up your spine and you hurried to check your state of dress. 
Completely clothed, you thought in relief, but you noticed that they certainly weren’t the ones you’d gone out in. What had happened last night? And most importantly, why wasn’t Suguru getting up when it was his phone that was blaring so loudly? 
“Suguru!” You hissed, pushing at his shoulder, a raging headache beginning to take hold of you. Between the hangover that was making itself known, the continuous alarm, and your current situation, you were expecting an awful morning. 
A low groan left him and you paused at the sound. Had his voice always been that deep? Shaking yourself as if to physically rid yourself of your thought process, you pushed at him again. “Wake up, Suguru, your alarm is ridiculous,” You grumbled.
The ravenette didn’t move and, for a moment, you feared that he still wouldn’t wake up until you saw his head move to the side and his eyes peek out from under his hair. “‘Mornin’,” He rasped, lips curving into a smile. 
You had to take a pause, struck by not only his soft smile and morning voice, but the way he was hugging one of your pillows like he belonged there, comfortable in your bed. “Your alarm…” You deflected, covering your face to orient yourself. 
You heard a soft chuckle, some rustling, and then the screaming phone was finally shut off. “What do you remember from last night?” Suguru spoke, sitting up. You shook your head and crossed your arms, still awkward, even in your room. 
“Nothing besides initially going out,” You sighed, still racking your brain. “You’re not going to ask what I’m doing here?” He grinned, running a hand through his hair. You shifted on your feet and shot him a look. 
“I assumed that would go without saying…” Suguru’s grin widened at your words and he cocked his head as if questioning you. “Really? You don’t remember calling me and practically demanding that I come to help you out since apparently your getting black-out drunk was my fault?” 
You could only blink owlishly at him, already mortified because you knew exactly what he was getting at. During work, one of your coworkers had been all over Suguru, although there was obviously something between you two, even if that something was unlabeled. 
When he hadn’t fended her off, but instead indulged in it, you felt jealousy burn hotly in your system, before that gave way to defeat. Shoko had reasoned that the only way to get rid of it was to go out and find your own ‘distraction’. Utahime had largely been against the idea, but she didn’t want to pass up on a fun night, so she opted for being designated driver.  But, clearly, if you ended up with Surguru in your bed with you unable to remember how it had happened, something had gone very wrong. 
You shifted your weight from foot to foot, not at all knowing how to respond to him and his piercing gaze. “At first, I assumed it was drunken ramblings… but it was hard to ignore when you told me that I should only ever flirt with you…” He continued, a teasing lilt to his voice. 
“I didn’t mean to wake you and make you come all the way over here, but-”
“But you were jealous?” Suguru finished, running a hand through his hair, not even trying to bite back his smirk. 
And just like that, the butterflies fluttering in your stomach turned to a lead weight that made you uncomfortable. At first it seemed like Suguru was teasing you, but now it felt as though he was just here to mock you and your feelings. 
“As I was saying,” You muttered, looking away, “I’m sorry you came all the way here, but I’m fine now and you don’t have to stay,” You finished, making your way to your bedroom door to open it. 
“Hey, wait, you’re trying to get rid of me already?” The ravenette called out, catching your wrist in his hand. You just avoided his gaze, not knowing exactly what he was getting at. “You don’t think I’d do this for just anyone do you?” He murmured, stepping closer to you.
“I’m just confused,” You sighed, risking a glance at him. A small smile pulled at his lips and his hand moved from your wrist to your hand. “I should’ve made it clearer, the way I feel about you,” He started, pressing his lips to the palm of your hand.
Your face burned, but you didn’t turn away from his gaze. “Well, how do you feel…?” You asked quietly. His smile widened and he drew you impossibly closer to him. “Knowing that I’ll see you every day, makes waking up in the morning so much easier for me. We’ve been dancing around each other for a while now, but… I want to define what we have. I want you to be mine,” He asserted, his hands snaking around your waist.
The flutters in your chest were back with a vengeance, but before you could let embarrassment take hold, you were grabbing Suguru by his collar. 
His sound of surprise was almost immediately muffled by your lips as you pulled him closer. Words weren’t your strong suit, but you knew there was no way for him to misinterpret your actions. With hardly any hesitation, the ravenette was sinking into the kiss and taking control of it, his arms tightening around you. 
All too soon, however, it was over and you were met with his fond smile. “Can we go back to bed? I think we both deserve it,” He grinned pulling you closer to him. 
And who were you to turn down being held by your new lover?
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yunymphs · 18 hours
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cw: elements of fear, implied that reader has experienced past physical abuse . . . this is a comfort blurb !!
𝐑𝐘𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐍 𝐒𝐔𝐊𝐔𝐍𝐀… could easily overpower you.
he has hands, no— claws. claws that could grab onto the meat of your body, nails that will pierce through the skin and draw blood if he wanted. the man was a monster, and of course, you were skeptical about him. you had a track record with ending up in the wrong hands of men who wouldn't look twice if it meant harming you. it sucked— but that was the honest truth. you expected the same with sukuna, at one point, surely, he would do something— anything... wouldn't he?
you lay in bed, sick this entire weak. you have a dry cough; the still air of your bedroom gets into your lungs and sends you into a coughing frenzy if you aren't careful. there are lingering symptoms of a fever and body aches that are definitely present if you move too fast or too hard.
you've been miserable like this for days.
next to you, your lover sits, fingers fumbling with a page of a paper back book. needless to say, you should've listened to him.
"human bodies are too fragile." sukuna hums, "you need to be more careful with yourself or you'll do something you'll regret."
as harsh as it sounds from him, you know he's right. you turn in the sheets, trying to find the remaining spots in the mattress that are cold and haven't been plagued by the presence of your burning skin. sukuna watches you from the corner of his eye, doing a double take when he realizes your back has been soaked in sweat from overexertion and feverish undertones.
the man sighs.
"come here."
you groan, just having turned around.
you watch as his large hands come forth, and for a minute, you wonder if this is the moment. the moment you'll feel anything but love from his hands— harsh skin shattering the intimacy between the two of you once and for all.
"wait—" you stammer, but sukuna moves forward.
instead of crying out in pain or expecting a harsh sting from a physical blow, sukuna pinches the sides of your soaked shirt. the man slips it over your head in one move. your burning skin is met with instant relief, cold air enveloping you in ease. he doesn't care that your top half is bare; sukuna is more determined to grant you any sort of relief in these trying times.
"you were sweating through your shirt." he says dully.
when you don't respond, sukuna frowns.
"what...? it just looked uncomfortable."
the man tosses the shirt to the edge of the bed and settles back against the pillows, entirely unaware of the fact you thought he was going to put his hands on you for the wrong reasons. he was only trying to help you...
when you lay back into cool sheets, your eyes remain on his face.
"somethin' on my face?" sukuna lifts an accusing brow, running a hand across his jaw harshly in an attempt to rid of something that isn't there in the first place.
"no, nothing."
the shuffling of blankets; your fingertips brush his.
you give his hand a light squeeze.
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slvttyplum · 3 days
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“let me see that pussy.” satoru stroking his dick a few states away in a fancy hotel room while he looks at you through his phone screen, he just couldn't get enough of you. he missed you so much, missed that pretty face, missed those cute laughs, and most of all…
he missed your pussy sliding up and down on his dick at 4 in the morning whenever you got horny.
the weeks he would leave for out of state business made him crumble up and cry, he hated being away from you for so long that it literally made him physically sick, blue in the face.
so in order for him to cure his needs and to see you all in one go, he had you doing tricks and all kinds of things while on the phone, and he couldn't be happier, he loved that shit and made him tingle inside.
“yeah, slip it in just like that.” while watching you slide your index finger inside your pussy as his eyes sparkled on the screen of your computer. giving him a show was the best thing, it was fun and messy.
following his every order while teasing him as his cheeks turned red, he wanted to hear your every moan and watch your body move from the pleasure you were giving yourself because he wasn't, the set-up was perfect and so was the cum leaking and sliding past the tip of his dick.
“you can make yourself cum more than that.” while watching your back arch from the exhaustion of pumping your trusty dildo in and out of you while your wrist getting sore and your fluids slowly leaking out.
watching you fuck yourself dumb made him go crazy, his throat sore and his mouth dry. he hated the fact that he couldn't feel your pussy clinging onto him, but it was arousing to see you on his screen doing the nastiest shit just for him.
it made his head spin and his dick hard. he knew how you got down and that's why he let you do what you did with not much direction, because he knew either way, you were going to give him a show and a good one at that.
if your pussy wasn't squirting on his screen in that lit up in the dark hotel room, he wasn't going to be satisfied and instead was going to pout. the both of you had sex almost every night, so he would go through withdraws of not being able to dig out your pussy, but lord behold, his perfect partner put on a show for him to beat his dick to every night.
his jerking off sessions were more exhausting than beating up your pussy, his hand would cramp up and have cum leaking onto his stomach and the sheets. one time he jerked off so hard that his leg cramped up, and he was the one who ended up squirting.
the pleasure of cumming to you was something special and something he never wanted to miss, so if he had to squirt and beat his dick t the point he passed out, that's what he would do. he wanted to make sure he got the most out of the shows and work you were putting in.
so just know, when he comes back home… he's beating that pussy in like no tomorrow.
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cre8inghavoc · 3 days
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What are friends for?
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PT. 6
Status: ongoing!!
Updates: no set date.
WC: 3780
Pairing: megumi fushiguro x FEM!reader
Genre/Warnings:[18+] Characters are aged up. This story contains toxic boyfriend, cursing, name calling, self-doubt/hate, angst, breaking up, post-breakup, alcohol, drug use, drunk moments, new friends, dating!au, college!au, no curses!au, dark humour, dark jokes. SMAU.
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RECAP:
"Why..." Your voice trembles with emotion. "Why are you so kind to me? You barely even know me..." you say, feeling a surge of sadness.
He holds your chin gently, tilting your head up to meet his gaze fully. A smirk plays on his lips, sending a shiver down your spine. He's so effortlessly attractive... his gaze alone stirs something deep within you, igniting a rush of desire. If only he knew the effect he has on you...
"And there's a lot you don't know about me, sweetheart."
You start to respond, but before you can utter a word, you watch in pure shock as he slowly brings his hand to his mouth, still locking eyes with you. With deliberate intent, he places your last edible on his tongue and swallows it. 
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You stare at him, utterly shocked. Trying to wrap your head around his actions and motives becomes a challenge, especially with the haze induced by the drugs clouding your thoughts. Why in the world would he take your last edible? 
"Megs... why would you do that?" you ask, your words a bit slurred from the drugs.
"Why would you?" he shoots back, still close, his thumb tracing lazy circles on your cheek, his eyes boring into yours with an intensity that sends shivers down your spine.
"I... do you even know how strong it is?" you try to divert the conversation, struggling to keep up with his questioning about your own choices.
"Tell me," he urges softly, his gaze now heavy-lidded, a whole new energy flowing from him that sets your pulse racing. It's like he's looking at you with hunger, and before you realize it, you're squirming slightly, trying to ease the sudden heat pooling between your thighs.
"I... it's around 35mg..." you manage to stammer out.
He just hums in response, one knee finding its place on the bed for support as he leans closer, never breaking eye contact. Your heart thumps wildly as he inches closer to you, his eyes flicking between your lips and your eyes, a smirk playing on his lips as he notices your breath hitching.
You can't help but giggle at a sudden idea that pops into your head.
"What's so funny, angel?" he asks, his tone sweet and curious.
"Oh, just a silly thought," you dismiss, feeling a bit embarrassed about the idea.
"Tell me, I want to know," he insists, a smirk playing on his lips.
"Are you sure you want to know?" you tease, flashing him a playful smile.
"Absolutely, angel," he replies with a grin.
"I was just thinking about how our friends were so surprised to see us together earlier... wouldn't it be hilarious if we pranked our friends into thinking we were together? I mean, it's kind of silly, but..." you trail off, chuckling at the absurdity of the idea.
"Let's do it," he says, his smirk growing wider as he continues to stroke your cheek with his thumb.
"Really?" you exclaim, surprised by his response. You hadn't expected him to agree to such a stupid plan, but the idea excites you nonetheless.
"Yeah, it would be funny to see their reactions. So, how do we pull it off?" he asks, watching as your face lights up at his agreement. He can't help but find you utterly adorable.
"Okay, so I was thinking we could take some pictures together, like holding hands or something, and then post them on our Twitter pages. That way, they'll see them in the morning..." you explain, your excitement bubbling over.
"Sounds perfect. Give me your phone," he says.
You hand him your phone, watching as he opens the camera app and then takes your hand in his. Your heart flutters at the touch, and you glance up at him as he snaps the picture. As he focuses intently on capturing the picture, you can't help but feel a rush of warmth coursing through you at the sensation of his touch. It's just for the photos, you remind yourself, but the way his hand feels against yours sends shivers down your spine. Despite knowing it's all part of the prank, his touch alone manages to stir up a rush of emotions within you. Once he's done, he passes the phone back to you, a soft smile on his lips.
"You can post this one. It looks good," he says, still holding your hand.
You open Twitter and upload the photo, with Megumi responding to the tweet to make it seem more believable.
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Setting your phone aside, you realize that he's still holding onto your hand, and the realization sends a wave of flustered excitement through you. The intensity of the moment seems to increase with each passing second, and you can sense that he feels it too from the way he's looking at you. His gaze locks onto yours, and you feel a magnetic pull drawing you closer together.
"Think I know another way to make it more believable..." Megumi's voice carries a hint of mischief as he speaks up.
As he leans in, his eyes flicker down to your lips, signalling his intentions, and your heart races in anticipation of what's to come. "Meg-" you start to say, but he leans back from your face, teasing you, and you hate how he's pulling away again. But something inside you snaps. Maybe it's because you’re intoxicated, maybe it's sheer desperation, but you can't hold back any longer. You need it... You need him... So, you grab ahold of his wrist and pull him back over you, his smirk widening. For a brief moment, you lock eyes, both of you breathing heavily, and without hesitation, he crashes his lips onto yours. 
Finally... finally, his lips meet yours, and a fierce hunger flares to life within both of you. Fueled by raw desire and longing, you surrender to the intoxicating embrace, every touch, every kiss, a testament to the passion that's been simmering between you.
Suddenly, he bites your bottom lip, drawing a soft moan from you as he takes the opportunity to slip his tongue into your mouth. Climbing onto the bed above you, he grasps the back of your neck, deepening the kiss, eliciting another moan from you that causes him to groan in response. It feels as though his body has a mind of its own, perhaps the effects of the weed already kicking in. You find yourself instinctively reaching up to caress his chest, feeling the rise and fall of his breath beneath your touch. Slowly, your fingers trail down his abs, tempted to tug at the hem of his sweater and pull it off, but you know you shouldn't. Instead, you slip your hand under his sweater, relishing the sensation of his warm, bare skin against your fingertips. You feel his abs tense beneath your touch, revealing the effects you have on him.
Fuck… he's so toned…
The craving for more of him is overwhelming, but you know you shouldn't give in. Reluctantly, you pull away, locking eyes with him once more.
"We shouldn't," you murmur softly.
"Yeah," he agrees, still lost in your gaze.
All you can do is bite your lip and return his gaze, fighting the urge to pull him back in.
Suddenly, he swiftly lifts you up and gently turns you onto the bed, positioning himself beneath you. He situates you on his lap, his hand still on your cheek before trailing down your neck, his thumb grazing your lip before placing his hand around your throat.
"You're just so beautiful," he murmurs, applying gentle pressure, enough to allow you to breathe. 
Then, he pulls you in for another kiss, this time even more passionate than before. 
Caught off guard, you let out a gasp, unable to contain the rush of emotions coursing through you. It's almost impossible to resist him; he's undeniably attractive, and his presence alone makes you feel like you're on fire. The way he makes you feel special, calling you beautiful and igniting sensations that pulse through your body—it's intoxicating. The thought of him being able to sense just how much he affects you is both thrilling and utterly embarrassing. But in this moment, it's like nothing else matters except the desire that burns between you.
He gently pulls away from your lips, leaving you momentarily confused.
"Give me your phone," he requests suddenly.
"What? Why?" you inquire, puzzled by his sudden request.
"Give it to me, angel," he repeats softly.
You can't help but melt a little at that pet name. You love when he calls you that. Unable to resist, you hand over your phone, watching as he returns to the camera app and snaps a picture of you on top of him.
"What was that for?" you ask, a smile tugging at your lips as you gaze down at him.
He turns the phone to show you the photo.
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"You look way too pretty like this," he remarks, and the words alone send a jolt of heat through you. It's as if he has a direct line to your desires, because just hearing him say that makes you feel even more aroused. You swear he must sense it, cause in that moment, his gaze drifts down to your thighs before returning to meet your eyes, a wide grin spreading across his face.
As you glance at the photo on your phone, you can't deny the aesthetic appeal of the scene captured: him beneath you, his hand delicately around your neck. It's undeniably alluring, and you can't help but enjoy this moment more. But beneath the surface, a conflict rages within you, tearing at your heart and clouding your thoughts. On one hand, there's an undeniable attraction pulling you towards him, urging you to give in to the intense desires that swirl between you. Yet, on the other hand, there's a voice of reason cautioning you against rushing into something new, especially when you're still healing from the scars of your past. It's a battle between the longing for his touch and the need to protect yourself no.... to protect him from potential heartache, because of how fucked up you are. Caught in this internal struggle, you find yourself torn between what you want and what you know you should do. You know you crave him, want him more than anything, but the timing feels all wrong. You've just ended a toxic relationship, and diving into another one feels… reckless. As much as you want him, you know deep down that you're not ready for it, that you don't deserve him, not now, not in your mental state. So, despite the overwhelming temptation, you force yourself to pull back, to resist the urge for something more, knowing that it's the best choice for both of you, at least for now…
"Hey... are you okay? Did I say something wrong?" Megumi's voice is laced with concern as you suddenly move away from him.
"No, no, not at all," you hastily assure him, trying to quell the rising guilt within you. "I'm just feeling a bit dizzy and tired, that's all."
You offer him a reassuring smile, wanting to convey that the time you spent together was enjoyable. But deep down, you wrestle with the guilt of holding back your true feelings. You want to be with him, but you know rushing into something new wouldn't be fair to either of you.
"Alright, let's sleep then," he says, pressing a gentle kiss to your temple.
"Goodnight, angel," he murmurs softly.
"Goodnight, Megs," you reply, feeling a warmth spreading through you at the endearment. With his kiss lingering on your skin, you close your eyes, allowing yourself to drift into a peaceful slumber.
You both slip under the covers and eventually drift off to sleep. This time feels different, though. With him beside you, you feel a sense of safety and security wash over you, as if all your worries have melted away. There's a peacefulness in the way you sleep, knowing he's right there next to you, and for the first time in a while, you find yourself able to truly relax and let go.
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"W-what the fuck?!" Nobara's voice pierces through the room, causing you to jolt awake in surprise and terror. You lean up, your heart racing, and see her standing at Megumi's door, staring at the two of you in disbelief.
As you glance at Megumi, you realize the compromising position you both fell asleep in: his arm wrapped around your waist, your head resting on his shoulder, and one leg draped over his. Quickly, you move back, feeling the heat rise to your cheeks as you realize how it must look.
"Why didn't you tell us you're together?!" Nobara's voice is loud and accusatory as she addresses both of you.
You and Megumi exchange a sheepish glance before bursting into laughter at the absurdity of the situation. Just then, you hear Itadori rushing towards Nobara, concern evident in his voice. 
"What the heck happened?! Are you guys okay?" Itadori questions, his eyes wide with alarm as he rushes into the room, not initially noticing the situation.
"We're fine, but look!" Nobara shows Itadori her phone, displaying your Twitter feed and the photo you posted.
"What the heck, Megumi? You said you weren't together?!" Itadori's surprise is evident as he glances up at Megumi. Suddenly, his gaze falls upon you, still in bed beside Megumi, and realization dawns on him. Shock registers on his face as he processes the unexpected revelation.
Still chuckling at their reactions, you exchange amused glances with Megumi, who simply shrugs with a smirk on his face.
You and Megumi exchange a knowing glance, silently agreeing to play along with the prank. Without saying a word about your "relationship" (or lack thereof), you both decide to keep up the charade by not giving any definitive answers. It'll be much more amusing to let them speculate and question the authenticity of your supposed relationship as you continue to post more relationship-like pictures on your feed. With mischievous smiles, you both nod in agreement, ready to keep the prank going for as long as possible.
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As the week passes by, you realize it's been a while since you've hung out with your friends, including Megumi. It's not that you've been intentionally avoiding him, but there's a nagging feeling inside you, a sense that getting too close to him might lead to something you're not ready for… Truth is, you're scared… scared of getting too close to him, scared of losing control over your feelings, you're hesitant to pursue a relationship, not due to lack of readiness, but because you're grappling with the emotional scars left behind by your past. 
Every time you're around him, you feel this undeniable pull, an urge to be closer to him in every way possible. It's not just physical attraction; it's a desire to hold his hand, to spend endless hours talking to him, to have him by your side always. 
You don't even realize it, but you've been unintentionally brushing off Megumi's attempts to reach out to you. It's not like you're doing it on purpose; life just seems to be pulling you in a hundred different directions right now. 
You've made some big decisions recently, like deciding to move out of your house and transfer to a new school. It's a mix of wanting a fresh start but also feeling scared… Your ex-boyfriend's threats still hang over you like a dark cloud, reminding you of the danger you're trying to escape.
The decision to move homes and schools wasn't easy, but it felt necessary for your own safety. You're terrified of what your ex might do, and you'd rather not take any chances. Initially, you were planning to stay with one of your friends temporarily until you figured out your next move. However, when Yuta and Maki suggested moving in with Inumaki, given the ample space in his house (due to his parents being rich), the opportunity seemed too good to pass up.
With five bedrooms available, one for each of you, and even a gaming room for Toge, the prospect of living with your friends fills you with excitement. Not only will you get to see them every day at school, but now you'll also have the chance to spend time with them at home. It feels like the perfect solution to your current difficult situation, offering safety, companionship, and a fresh start all in one.
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As your move-out date approaches, you realize you haven't even started packing, let alone arrange for moving trucks to haul your stuff. Thankfully, you don't have much furniture to worry about; it's mainly your personal belongings in your room and your TV that you want to take with you.
But before diving into your own packing, you're determined to rid your home of any reminders of your ex-boyfriend. You gather up everything that holds a piece of him: his sweaters, sweatpants, photos of you both, the jewelry he once gifted you, and even the love letters from the beginning of your relationship, when he wasn’t such a shitty person. As much as you're tempted to toss it all out or maybe even burn it, you can't bring yourself to do it. Despite everything, you're not the kind of person to be petty. So, you pull out your phone and shoot him a text, asking him to swing by and collect his things.
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You open the door to find your ex standing there, a smirk playing on his lips as he greets you. You can't help but roll your eyes at his cocky demeanor. 
"Missed me, sweetheart?" he taunts, but you're not having any of it. 
"Oh, shut it. Don't bother coming in fully," you retort, cutting him off before he can take his shoes off.
 "I'm just giving you your things, then you can leave."
"Sure, whatever," he replies, rolling his eyes in response to your dismissal.
As you head to the kitchen to retrieve his belongings, you're interrupted by another knock at the door. You hesitate, wondering if you're just hearing things, but ultimately decide to ignore it and continue with your task. Grabbing the box of his stuff, you make your way back to the living room.
Meanwhile, your ex opens the door slightly to find a tall boy with dark hair standing outside. Recognition flickers in his eyes; he remembers this boy from last week, the one who stayed at your house. A smirk spreads across his face as he realizes how the tables have turned. 
Megumi stares at your ex with a thousand thoughts racing through his mind. Why is your ex here, in your house? Was this why you've been avoiding him? The questions linger, unspoken, as a tense silence settles between them. He refuses to let his true emotions show, masking his hurt and confusion behind his usual nonchalant facade. He stares at your ex, determined not to give him the satisfaction of seeing how much he's affected by the situation. Breaking the tense silence between them, Megumi finally speaks up.
 "Where's Y/N?" he asks, his tone casual despite the turmoil swirling inside him.
"She's busy right now. Do you need something?" your ex responds, clearly enjoying this more. 
"Yeah, tell her to call me when she's not busy," Megumi replies evenly, refusing to let your ex get under his skin.
"Will do, bro," your ex says with a smirk, enjoying the tension before Megumi turns to leave. 
Megumi walks back to his car with measured steps, his expression carefully neutral, betraying none of the chaos within. As he reaches his car, he pauses, taking a moment to collect himself before getting in. Once seated behind the wheel, he lets out a silent sigh, his facade finally dropping as he allows himself to acknowledge the uneasy emotions swirling inside him. With a heavy heart, he starts the engine, steeling himself to navigate the storm of feelings that threaten to consume him.
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As you make your way back to the living room, the sound of your ex's voice blends with another, familiar one at the door.
Was that Megumi?
A sinking feeling settles in your stomach, and you quicken your pace, but it's too late. You watch helplessly as Megumi gets into his car and drives off, leaving you standing there in a state of panic.
Realization hits you like a ton of bricks as you grasp how the situation must have appeared to him, especially since you haven't spoken much since you shared your first kiss. The weight of the misunderstanding presses down on you, and you curse yourself for not reaching out sooner to explain the situation. You realize now that you should have let him know about your plans to move out and how you only invited your ex over to collect his belongings before packing up and moving in with your friends.
Driven by a mix of frustration and desperation, you quickly kick your ex out of your house once you gave his stuff, disregarding his protests as your thoughts are consumed by Megumi. With trembling fingers, you pull out your phone and dial his number repeatedly, each call going straight to voicemail. The unanswered rings only serve to heighten your anxiety, amplifying the sense of urgency to set things right.
Fuck... Megumi, please answer me....
You try calling him a few more times, hoping he'll pick up, but it's no use. The silence on the other end only increases your anxiety more. You know you should probably give him some space and time to cool down, but the fear of losing him grips you tightly. Your mind races with a bunch of thoughts, and your hands shake uncontrollably as you attempt to text him. You have to remind yourself to take deep breaths before you can even begin to type out your messages.
Looking back at the last messages you exchanged only deepens the feeling of self-loathing within you. You remember shutting him down when he invited you to hang out with his friends, and then ignoring his goodnight text. The realization hits hard– you've been acting like an asshole. And then, him seeing your ex at your house only adds to your guilt and shame. You wouldn't blame him if he decided to cut you off completely.
You really fucked up this time.
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Now that your ex has retrieved his belongings, you're on a tight deadline to get everything packed by the end of the day. You have to move out tonight, especially since you're starting at a new school tomorrow. Plus, moving everything out today will make it much easier to settle into your new room before school starts. And, it's a good way to pass the time until 6:40 PM tonight, when you plan to head to the park.... Tonight will be the moment of truth to see if he decides to show up. You're overwhelmed with the need to apologize for your silence all week and for turning down his invitations to hang out. And then there's the mess with your ex, which just adds to the chaos. You really want to explain to him that your ex was only there to pick up his stuff before you move, but it's hard to make him understand when you hadn't even mentioned your plans to move to begin with.
It just feels like everything is just spiralling out of control...
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please ignore the twitter likes being different and the times on the texts —I was kinda too lazy to fix them....
i originally wanted the time on y/ns text to megumi (her spamming him) to be set at 11:20am but it lit wouldn't work so i gave up...
Also, not totally sold on this chapter, feels like I rushed it a bit.... well not necessarily rushed but to be honest, I had a hard time figuring out how to end it. Had a few ideas but none of them rly felt good enough and i kinda wanted to set up the next chap with the way i was going to end it....
sorry if this is confusing its 3:40am and ive been writing for hours.... 😀
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liivzen · 2 days
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Gojo fucking you in a closet at the school during your guys senior year. 18+ mdni
He has has you pushed against the wall and his hand over your mouth to make sure you stay quiet. Your panties are pushed to the side while his cock is pushing in and out of your pussy. His other hand is gripping your breast and squeezing with all his might. You moan into his hand and throw your head back against the small closets wall.
“Could you be squeezing me any tighter sweetheart?” Satoru mumbles into your neck, trying to keep his own voice down. With his hand against your mouth you can’t respond to him, so you squeeze even harder on his length. You’re enjoying all the pleasure with no worries until you hear a loud pounding on the door
“Satoru I know you and them are in there. You have about five minutes before both of your asses are kicked.” Sugurus voice passes through the locked closet door. This makes Satorus hips stop momentarily glancing at the door.
“Gosh I can’t have 5 minutes with my lady?” He shouts through the door. You hear Suguru mumble something about you two being idiots and walk away from the closest, continuing down the hall. You look back up at Satoru with a dazed but pleasurable look on your face.
“Now, where were we.”
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gothgurltitties · 3 days
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Toge Inumaki bf texts
Incl: Toge Inumaki
Warnings: suggestiveness
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