ok, but . . . 3k followers?
god damn, i gotta post as celebration, just you wait. iâll find the motivation and time just because of this milestone.
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based on authorâs recent real life events :P
you know gojo satoru,
and he knows the way to touch and kiss you, so youâre drunk on his lips. youâve used to hate each other, but ever since youâve talked it out, and made out . . . heâs even inviting you to see him again. you two have that sexual energy together that not just anyone has.
he purposely takes you away from the hangout to make you whine and give his ego a little boost on a pitch dark staircase.
heâs pulling you by the wrist after resting his back against the wall, sliding down a little to fit you in between his legs and level up with your pretty face to devour you like the last time. yet, this time, itâs intimate and slow. gojo is taking his time exploring the taste of the watermelon energy drink mixed with your mint gum he likes to watch being smacked by your glossy mouth.
his grip onto your waist gives you butterflies, and soon enough, as heâs pressing his lips against yours and making it last a little longer, his hands sneak to grab the jean shorts and pull it upwards â making way for his teasing hands to smack your ass once or maybe twice, get a good grip on the dough as he groans âso fucking hotâ against your ear after evilly breaking the kiss, just to pull you into him again, greedily â itâs hypocritical that youâre the one breathless when heâs the one to finally shut up, and even more once his hand is latched onto your small neck like itâs a jewelry, a perfect fit that makes you squirm and moan over nothing.
you blabber for him to pull you by the hair. gojo so eagerly makes your wish come true, smirking like usual. kissing your neck endlessly while taking ahold of your strands, rolling them around his fist, before pulling and gaining a whine back as a response of approval â he absolutely loves the way you sound, and the way your tinier hands tease by grabbing onto the hem of his pants and boxers desperately, heâs bumping his crotch against you just because of that. then, heâs holding you by the thigh and letting you sit over his muscular one to get you closer, to have more friction. all the while, gojo is dominating your mouth, and leaving a trail of countless deep and leisure smooches onto your sweet-scented neck.
heâs not listening and comprehending your little muttering under your breath before parting away. your eyes are dizzy as if his kiss alone was pure alcohol, making you so dumbfounded.
thatâs exactly the reason why itâs not going to be the last time he will want to see you.
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based on authorâs recent real life events :P
you know gojo satoru,
and he knows the way to touch and kiss you, so youâre drunk on his lips. youâve used to hate each other, but ever since youâve talked it out, and made out . . . heâs even inviting you to see him again. you two have that sexual energy together that not just anyone has.
he purposely takes you away from the hangout to make you whine and give his ego a little boost on a pitch dark staircase.
heâs pulling you by the wrist after resting his back against the wall, sliding down a little to fit you in between his legs and level up with your pretty face to devour you like the last time. yet, this time, itâs intimate and slow. gojo is taking his time exploring the taste of the watermelon energy drink mixed with your mint gum he likes to watch being smacked by your glossy mouth.
his grip onto your waist gives you butterflies, and soon enough, as heâs pressing his lips against yours and making it last a little longer, his hands sneak to grab the jean shorts and pull it upwards â making way for his teasing hands to smack your ass once or maybe twice, get a good grip on the dough as he groans âso fucking hotâ against your ear after evilly breaking the kiss, just to pull you into him again, greedily â itâs hypocritical that youâre the one breathless when heâs the one to finally shut up, and even more once his hand is latched onto your small neck like itâs a jewelry, a perfect fit that makes you squirm and moan over nothing.
you blabber for him to pull you by the hair. gojo so eagerly makes your wish come true, smirking like usual. kissing your neck endlessly while taking ahold of your strands, rolling them around his fist, before pulling and gaining a whine back as a response of approval â he absolutely loves the way you sound, and the way your tinier hands tease by grabbing onto the hem of his pants and boxers desperately, heâs bumping his crotch against you just because of that. then, heâs holding you by the thigh and letting you sit over his muscular one to get you closer, to have more friction. all the while, gojo is dominating your mouth, and leaving a trail of countless deep and leisure smooches onto your sweet-scented neck.
heâs not listening and comprehending your little muttering under your breath before parting away. your eyes are dizzy as if his kiss alone was pure alcohol, making you so dumbfounded.
thatâs exactly the reason why itâs not going to be the last time he will want to see you.
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on an ordinary sunday, youâre on your phone scrolling through insta reels after spending a few hours on tiktok. toji casually pulls you by your legs until theyâre hanging from the cushion. your hips rest just over the edge. your bubble butt is in view for him, only covered with lounge gray shorts and black cheeky undies.
he takes his time, youâre aware, just letting him. until heâs pounding leisurely from behind. your legs shut together between his thighs comfortably, your mouth and nose sinking onto the covers. youâre trying to watch the videos, and he holds onto your hips, pushing down effortlessly to create a little more of an arch because heâs never really satisfied. tojiâs looking at your screen as he entertains himself with the shitposts and other stuff youâve been aimlessly scrolling through.
itâs not wild. you let a whine here and there, eyebrows furrow a little and relax when he thrusts, panties only set aside, nothing crazy. he can hear your breath, the bed doesnât even creak much, he feels your toes curling against the side of his calves. when you know, you let your phone fall from your grip, and you bury the rest of your face into the sheets, raises your hips just a little bit once he pushes his cock a bit too deep in, and itâs a casual mid-afternoon orgasm. then, you hear a grunt and the usual chuckle. after a few seconds, once youâre normal again, youâre back to scrolling, more naturally. soon, not much longer after, greeted with some nice warm cum, not much, an average amount, and itâs enough.
and you just go on with your day.
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on an ordinary sunday, youâre on your phone scrolling through insta reels after spending a few hours on tiktok. toji casually pulls you by your legs until theyâre hanging from the cushion. your hips rest just over the edge. your bubble butt is in view for him, only covered with lounge gray shorts and black cheeky undies.
he takes his time, youâre aware, just letting him. until heâs pounding leisurely from behind. your legs shut together between his thighs comfortably, your mouth and nose sinking onto the covers. youâre trying to watch the videos, and he holds onto your hips, pushing down effortlessly to create a little more of an arch because heâs never really satisfied. tojiâs looking at your screen as he entertains himself with the shitposts and other stuff youâve been aimlessly scrolling through.
itâs not wild. you let a whine here and there, eyebrows furrow a little and relax when he thrusts, panties only set aside, nothing crazy. he can hear your breath, the bed doesnât even creak much, he feels your toes curling against the side of his calves. when you know, you let your phone fall from your grip, and you bury the rest of your face into the sheets, raises your hips just a little bit once he pushes his cock a bit too deep in, and itâs a casual mid-afternoon orgasm. then, you hear a grunt and the usual chuckle. after a few seconds, once youâre normal again, youâre back to scrolling, more naturally. soon, not much longer after, greeted with some nice warm cum, not much, an average amount, and itâs enough.
and you just go on with your day.
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I KNEW YOUâD WRITE A BANGER! i absolutely need the part 2 exactly like u said at the end
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please write nerd geto ! iâm sure youâll write something amazinggg
Of course doll! Sorry this took a while I was sick most of December and January whooped my ass with classes starting again but I love love the idea of Nerd!Geto especially a Nerd!Geto with glasses so had to write a whole fic.
Hope you like it :3 âĄ
Lessons in Anatomy
âShall I give you a lesson, Y/N? Do you want me to teach you how to squirt?â
summary: thanks to some bad choices and party girl ways you're on academic probation and can't afford to fail another test. fortunately your longtime friend nerd!geto is there to give you lessons in both economics and anatomy.
cw: college AU. fingering, squirting, dirty talk, edging, mentions of satosugu, rich party kid shit, incestuous friendships, mentions of reader x other jjk men, mentions of casual sex/hookups, mentions of drinking/drug use, reader is a dumb (and I mean dumb) bimbo, a little bit of a brat too, slight coercion, slight dubcon, virgin!suguru, soft dom!sugu, sex ed!sugu, roleplay as sugu is pre med major, some minor fluff, pet names: slut, bunny etc. a bit of a crack fic too haha. slightly black fem coded, no descriptors.
a/n: LOL how this became an 8.2k fic about squirting idk chile... but special shout out to @littlemochabunni who talked me off a ledge when I was being emo and I wanted to scrap the entire thing and start over.
w/c: 8.2k
âI canât believe Iâm here and missing the biggest party of the year!â
You groaned as you scrolled through your stories to see all the pics and vids of your friends living their best drunken lives and happily binge drinking on frat row to celebrate your schoolâs football league championship win.
Toru just did unassisted keg stand pushups and you missed it!Â
You, on the other hand, were stuck studying with Suguru in his dorm room.Â
100% sober and being forced to learn 5 weeks of econ, that you never took a single note for, in one weekend.Â
Well not forced exactly.Â
You and Satoru had practically begged Suguru to help you study this weekend. If you failed this class you would flunk out as you were already on academic probation.
âWell I for one canât believe youâre dumb enough to attempt to cheat off Toji and Sukuna of all people.âÂ
Suguru quipped back while pushing up his glasses. He snatched your phone away from you and placed it on the other side of his desk, away from you.
Not that he took offense to the remark, but he too had better things to do on a Friday night than tutoring you. Keggers definitely weren't his scene though and Suguru wouldnât be caught dead at a party celebrating with those frat monkeys. Even if said monkeys included his childhood friends.Â
However, as a pre-med student heâd much rather stay in to write his essay for the clinical research internship he was trying to get.Â
âHey! I didnât cheat off them for the record! Toji and Sukuna said they had the hookup for the answers!â
You pouted grumbling as you tried to reach for your phone on the other side of the table only for Suguru to take it again. This time he slid it into his pockets, keeping it away from you for good.
âUrgh, itâs not my fault they got the test for ECON 230A and 230B mixed up. I didnât even know there was a second section!â
Suguru had to resist the urge to roll his eyes at you again. The pilfered test definitely had âECON 230Bâ printed in big bold letters at the top.Â
You all were idiots.Â
Unfortunately for you, you were just a cheerleader idiot.Â
The other idiots, Toji and Sukuna, dubbed the âThe Boom Brosâ, were the reason your team even won the championships in the first place. The best defensive backs your college or any college in your division have seen, ever. Not letting an opposing team score more than 10 points the entire season, there was no way in hell they were going down for that right before the championships.
That left you as the scapegoat, which was something Suguru noted that you happily took the fall for. Although there is a very good possibility of you being a soon-to-be college dropout, your social clout was skyrocketing.Â
Word spread among the popular social circles fast on how you âsaved the big gameâ.Â
Suguru couldnât care less about football, though he was getting annoyed at all the texts, DMs and messages you received asking where you were. They were making you completely lose the little focus you were capable of, which is what made him confiscate your phone in the first place.Â
Sighing, Suguru was pretty sure you would be competent enough to pass if you just applied yourself more to anything other than drinking and parties.
âY/N, just try to focus on studying, please.â
You pouted, turning back to the textbook in front of you.
How did Suguruâs nerdy ass enjoy studying so much?
Studying, especially anything to do with math, gives you an ick. In fact, you were sure the only reason you graduated from high school and even got into this university was because you played 7-minutes-in-heaven with Choso at the start of senior year.Â
It had been a secret double dare from Gojo but you sucked the soul out of that boy in Gojoâs closet that night. From then on, Choso pretty much did anything you wanted that year, including all your homework. Hell, he even wrote your college admissions essays and in turn you gave him some sloppy toppy here and there.
Choso was always eager to feel your soft lips on his cock, so youâre sure he could have thought of a better way for you to cheat so you didn't have to study at all and could be out partying right now. Itâs just your bad luck that he was studying abroad this semester with his little brother Yuuji.
Although, even if you did flunk out you werenât that worried. Worst case scenario if you couldnât find a career or a husband you could always be one of Gojoâs three mistresses he said he would keep once he was older, married and had taken over his familyâs company.Â
He had pinky-pie-promised he would take care of you if you needed it and as one of your best friends you knew he was good for that promise. Even if he did make it while you both were partying, tripping balls off acid so hard that Satoru convinced himself your cunt could produce cotton candy. He chewed on your pussy for 2 hours straight one wild night on your groupâs graduation trip where he then asked if you would be his future mistress.
But that didnât necessarily mean you wanted that life for yourself. You liked your independence and Satoru would be alot to deal with, even with 2 other mistresses and a wife.Â
Therefore, unless you wanted to resign yourself to that fate, you were stuck with Suguru as your tutor.
Itâs not like you didnât get along with Suguru, heâd been one of your closest friends since you were young along with Satoru. But as you got older your interests kind of drifted apart and you saw him less and less, especially as you got to college.Â
You wanted to party and Suguru prioritized studying.
You had missed him. You wanted to have fun with him again.
And this was definitely not fun.Â
Reading the same paragraph for the fifth time and retaining shit all of whatever the passage had said about âdemand curve fluctuationsâ, you were ready to climb up the walls.Â
You began to fidget, still in your cheer uniform from the game earlier. The material of your skirt rode up to your upper thighs when you splayed your knees out and leaned forward to lay your head on the desk face down with an exasperated yawn.Â
Suguru shared in your exasperation but directed his towards you with another sigh, looking you over. His weariness at you from your inability to study causes his eyes to linger on your form longer than they should.Â
Resting against his desk, your back had molded into a nice natural little arch as your tits pushed forward . Adjusting his glasses Suguru found it difficult to pull his eyes away once they landed on your thighs. Practically leering, Suguru is transfixed by the way the fabric bunched at your hips digs into your soft skin.Â
He curses your universityâs school colors as the next thing that caught his eye was the bright yellow cheer panties you wore that were tight enough to show the full shape of your cunt. Your panties are so skinforming that they donât fail to give you camel toe. The indent of the slit between your fat pussy lips is on full display.
Youâve always been attractive, Suguru muses as he feels his pants slightly tighten. But itâs no mystery why you were such a slut now if these were the positions you found yourself in when alone with guys.
âSeeing something you like, Sugu baby?â
Suguru snaps his head up at your teasing to see you looking straight at him, your head still resting on his desk but has since turned to face him. The wink along with the lazy yet knowing smile forming on your cherry stained lips lets him know you know he was staring at your cunt.Â
Caught red handed, Suguru rolls his eyes and scoffs as he returns back to the textbooks in front of him while you laugh. Dismissing your question entirely he changes the subject back to studying but canât resist throwing in a little dig to take the heat off himself.Â
âY/N, canât you just focus? Youâve barely made any progress⊠Or is it that you want to flunk out and be reduced to Toruâs mistress or something?â
Fuck, you forgot Suguru knew about that too. (Duh, of course he did. He was the sober one who found you both, taking care of you once your come downs had hit).
Not letting him get away with that shade, the brat in you clapped back as you returned his sarcasm back at him.
âOkay, well high school was one thing but do you want to go through college without getting any play too? Or are you satisfied just from peeking up a skirt?â
Annoyance flashes in Suguruâs eyes. He thought you had some audacity seeing as you were the one who was casually flaunting your pussy for him in the first place. Nevertheless, you continued, using Suguru as a punching bag for your current academic frustrations.
âYour pocket pussy and getting head from Toru behind the bleachers at prom doesnât count by the way!â
Suguru pinched the bridge of his nose as his tolerance of the situation had officially bubbled over. He was tired of everyone thinking he was missing out on something just because he didnât want to kill off brain cells partying every weekend or play STD Roulette with casual hookups.Â
You bringing up prom was a low blow. It was the first time heâd ever had a drink and Toru had practically begged him. Satoru wanted to know if his head was just as good for guys as it was for girls (spoiler alert: it was).
Also, what you thought just because you fucked around alot it was actually any good?
âYeah and getting railed by a bunch of banana brained monkey jocks, that counts Y/N? They wouldnât know what to do with your clit even if it was an actual football.â
Suguru retorted and he watched as your eyes widened with shock then seethed with anger as you finally sat upright in the seat.Â
Ding Ding! He had hit a nerve.Â
âOh and you would know what to do, cherry boy?â
Suguru knows he probably shouldnât push it further. But like Satoru, you always knew what buttons to push to get under his skin. Suguru canât help but to want to get under your skin as well, especially since he was never one of the ones getting under your clothes.Â
âWell I can actually spell clitoris, so that already puts me at an advantage over those ball chasing monkeys. Have you ever even had a real orgasm before, Y/N?â
You started to speak but Suguru cut you off before you could.
ââand I mean one that didnât come from tripping with Satoru or a toy? I bet youâve never even squirted before.â
Damn.Â
You resisted the urge to chew on your lip, not wanting him to know just how right he was but your immediate silence was telling. Racking your brain, you tried to find a way to get your lick back but found yourself at a loss.Â
It was mostly true to be honest.Â
A hot and heavy make-out session at a party would typically lead to mostly underwhelming sex and you would have to return to your dorm or wait for them to leave to finish yourself off with your rose or dildo⊠or both.Â
Okay and sure, maybe the one and only time you did really have an intense body orgasm was the time you dropped acid with Satoru but⊠fuck âWaitâŠsquirting?! Wasnât that just pee? Gross!Â
Satisfied with your small ammunition, after a pause you bit back again.
âAlright, so frat boys arenât sex gods, tell me something I donât know. Itâs still sex SuguruââÂ
You flipped your hair and crossed your legs arrogantly as you continued.
ââ sex that you arenât having, which, duh, is obvious if you think squirting is an actual thing. Because Eww nasty, Iâm so not into piss-play, Sugu!â
You waited for his reply, assuring your win but Suguru just blinked at you, dumbfounded.Â
The thought of you having won shatters when Suguru erupts into a fit of laughter. Hitting the table for emphasis Suguru was near howling as the glasses fell off his face and he had to clutch his sides for support, keeling over in his chair.Â
Suguru couldnât actually believe that you believed squirting was the same as urinating!Â
On second thought, knowing you, this kind of checked outâŠ
Watching Suguru in a fit of hysterics had your face burning with embarrassment as waves of self-consciousness came over you.Â
To be honest, you werenât even sure why you were feeling insecure as this was supposed to be your victory! This was not the reaction you expected from him at all to say the least!
Just what made this so funny!? Because you didnât want to piss yourself during sex?!Â
âSuguâŠâ
âSuguâŠâ
âHey, Suguru!!!â
Frustrated with him ignoring you and still laughing after failing to get his attention, you jumped up from your seat and marched directly in front of Suguru. Angrily you yanked his head up by his man bun.Â
You were so ready to tell Suguru to go to hell for laughing at you. Even if you werenât too sure exactly what he was laughing at you for, he was still being a jerk right now.Â
However the words caught in your throat as soon as you saw his face.
Suguruâs wide grin easily illuminated the dimly lit dorm room. Tears gathered in the crinkle around his eyes and pulled into an expression of such warmth that you were reminded of all the fun times you had together goofing off over the years. You nearly forgot what it was like to see him laugh like this.
So nostalgic you almost forgot he was still laughing at your expense â almost.
âDonât be an asshole SuguâŠâÂ
Your voice was low, lacking any real bite as all your fire fizzled and was replaced by a pout.
Defeated, you let go of your stiff grip on his silky bun causing it to unravel and frame his face with thick black strands that flowed down past his shoulders. Although it wasnât the first time you had seen Suguru with his hair down and no glasses, you couldnât help but stare at him now.Â
He had grown much more into his features since high school.Â
College Suguru had sharper eyes, a slimmer face with a strong jawline and hair that flowed down to his chest. Not to mention his lanky boyish frame had filled out. The muscles underneath were prominent now even if he was wearing a baggy band tee and sweats. Suguru didnât go to parties but from the looks of him he certainly didnât miss going to the gym.Â
He didnât look much like the nerd you knew him to be right now at all.
Granted, you were still a bit salty with Suguru but didnât want to fight with him anymore. Especially given the way his dark eyes sparkled as he gazed up at you, your heart nearly skipping a beat as if you were really only noticing him now for the first time.Â
Sniffling, a cocktail of emotions swirls in you. Moisture pricks in the corners of your eyes despite yourself.
Suguru, who was also staring at you, took notice right away.
âHey Bunny, Iâm sorry...âÂ
You relaxed a bit hearing the old nickname he and Satoru gave to you back in middle school, you couldnât remember the last time he called you that.Â
Grabbing your hand in his much larger one, Suguru gave your palm a gentle rub with his thumb. His hand was surprisingly soft.Â
Despite his sweet gesture, your brow twitched slightly at Suguruâs soft chuckles, still continuing albeit less frequently, at your expense.
âItâs just that⊠I dunno, I guess I would have expected you to have experienced it at least once before Y/N, itâs definitely not pee.âÂ
You huffed. You still werenât convinced it wasnât pee but now you were more curious than anything.
âAnd how do you know that Suguru? Youâve made a girl squirt before?âÂ
There was no sarcasm in your tone this time, just doubt since he would have told Toru and Toru definitely would have told you if Suguru was getting play from someone.Â
Suguru to his credit wasn't discouraged though.Â
If anything, he seemed to gain confidence on the matter now that you werenât fighting him, rather looking to him for knowledge, for the first time tonight.
âWell, no, but I did get a 4.0 out of Anatomy last semester and unlike you I actually paid attention in Sex Ed. Also, just because Iâm a virgin, doesnât mean Iâm completely clueless. There is a little thing called the internet, Y/N.â
You mouthed an âOââ a bit ashamed that you actually thought because he was a virgin who didnât party he was merely just sitting around clueless to everything about sex.
But what could just reading textbooks and the internet teach him over actual experience?Â
Then again, Suguru was practically a genius, if he was saying something was possible you could be sure it was. Still you couldnât stop your mind racing as you considered his previous words.
You were the one with all the experience so you should have experienced it before, right?Â
Maybe the guys you hooked up with werenât the problem then? Maybe you were.Â
âWhat ifâ w-what if Iâm the problem Suguru? What if I just canât?â
Tugging you closer, his fingers now interlacing with yours, Suguruâs other hand settled on your hip giving you a warm squeeze. You were so close to him now that his chin almost rested on your belly and Suguru was craning his head up to you with a small sly grin still on his face.
âItâs not a matter of can or canât Bunny, you just donât know how. Shall I give you a lesson, Y/N?âÂ
âDo you want me to teach you how to squirt?â
You felt a bit lightheaded as you considered the words that just came out of Suguruâs mouth. You werenât shy at all when it came to matters of sex and you had the reputation to prove it. Yet your stomach still did a little flip at Suguru propositioning you.Â
Sure you were a bit of a slut and had at least made out with almost every guy in your group of friends, but not Suguru. Not for lack of attraction though, you had teased Suguru in the past but he had always been the responsible one, like an older brother or protector.Â
Besides, Satoru was always so needy for his attention. There werenât often times you were with Suguru alone and he never seemed all too interested in sex either, at least when directly compared to a horn dog like Satoru.Â
You didnât actually know if he was serious though so you decided to make light of it, giggling.
âIf you wanted me to pop your cherry Sugu, all ya had to do was ask.â
Suguru smiled back at you, he shook his head chuckling.Â
âIâll only need to use my fingers, Y/N. Besides, this is about you. What I really want is for you to not flunk out, I would miss you, ya know?âÂ
You try to keep a poker face but you couldnât help feeling giddy at the fact you were extremely happy to hear Suguru would miss you. You had already missed him and combined with the inkling of new feelings stirring in your chest from seeing your old friend in a new light you feel adrenaline begin to pump through you as you brim with nervous energy.Â
âLetâs think of this as a study break from Economics. You had to miss the party but we can still have some fun. You might even learn something for once, eh?â
His hand left your hip in order to push the books and papers on his desk aside and patted the wooden surface. The hand still intertwined with yours guided you over.
âHop on up, Bunny. Itâs time for your anatomy lesson.â
You look at the desk and pause as if you are unsure, biting your lip.Â
Thoughts of finally hooking up with Suguru excited and the fact you were nervous whether you would disappoint him if you couldnât actually squirt flood your mind at once. However when you meet Suguruâs eyes and feel gentle reassuring pressure on your hand your body is already moving towards the desk, making the decision for you.
Your heart is already thudding in your eardrums by the time you settle on top of Suguruâs study desk. Suguru immediately shifts into instructor mode, picking his glasses up off the floor and adjusting them back on his face.Â
He directs you to lean back and relax and soon your shoulders are against the wall behind the desk as you are propped up on your elbows.Â
You yelp as Suguru startles you by grabbing your hips with a firm squeeze and scooches you flush to his pelvis. Feet propped up to the edge as well all you needed were the stirrups and you could have been at the gyno's office, giggling now at the thought.
âSugu, you canât be serious. I feel like youâre about to give me a pap, not an orgasm.â
Suguruâs mouth twitches up into a smirk.
âThereâs a reason they have you lie in this position, makes for easier access. If youâre going to squirt Iâm going to need to find that slutty lilâ gland of yours and I donât mean your clit, Bunny.âÂ
You huffed but you were otherwise agreeable.Â
You couldnât deny you were a slut especially not now with your legs spread open wide exposing your bright yellow cheer-panty clad cunt to Suguru. Laid out like this, the thin layer of spandex is stretched to its absolute limits causing your chubby pussy lips to poke out of the sides. This does not go unnoticed by Suguru who hadnât taken his eyes off your lower half since you initially spread your legs.Â
His Adam's apple bobbed heavily as he swallowed and breathed deeply at the sight of you.
Suguru can barely believe heâs really about to do this.Â
If anything he is overconfident in his abilities, despite his lack of actual on-the-job experience so to speak. From all his studying as a pre-med student, books, health articles and yes even porn, Suguru could say he had an in-depth understanding of human anatomy and bodily functions.Â
But that didnât mean he didnât need to calm himself enough to stop his balmy palms from sweating further at the reality of finally being allowed to actually touch you.
âIâll be in your care then, Doctor Geto.â
You make a lighthearted joke with a nervous laugh to ease your own anticipation. However the joke has the opposite effect for Suguru and he snaps his head up as if you had activated something in him.Â
Suguruâs fiery expression sends shivers down your back. Although as quickly as it appeared it was gone again, replaced by his trademark comforting grin. Even so your fingers pressed a bit deeper into the wood beneath you, steadying your frazzling nerves.
âWell arenât you a lucky one then, being my first patient ever. Youâll be a good little pussy and listen to me, won't you?â
Suguru is looking down again, speaking directly to your cunt who is tingling in response to his voice. Itâs fucking lewd. But then again so is the studious scrutiny of Suguruâs eyes so single-mindedly transfixed to your cunt you wonder if his leer alone could dissolve the cheer panties right off of you.Â
You let go of the breath you didnât realize you were holding once Suguru finally starts touching you.Â
But not your pussy just yet.Â
His long thick fingers are surprisingly cool on your skin as they press into your warmth, ghosting just above your knee on both sides.Â
Gentle strokes travel down along your inner thighs and up again to lightly tickle the backs of your legs. You tense and squirm beneath him when your eyes meet Suguruâs own.
âSuguââ
âPatience, Bunny. Itâs no wonder you never cum if youâre so used to diving right in. You need to relax first. This wonât happen if you arenât relaxed, can you try to do that for me?â
You nodded back at him, yet the goosebumps left in the wake of Suguruâs soft caresses had you trembling. So used to rushed thrusts and hurried grasps, you donât know how to just take it in the moment.Â
You had never been touched this delicately before.
Already oversensitive, if anything you felt like the one who was the virgin in this situation.
If Suguru notices, he says nothing. His touches are progressively firmer, the light pets morphing into soft squeezes and circular strokes of the hand once he traverses closer to your core.
âYou know Bunny, the inner thigh area is an erogenous zone? Can you say that, Y/N? Ero-gen-ous?
Suguru pronounces the word out for you as his heavy muscular hands make their way to the crease of your inner thighs, his hands once more perilously close to your pussy as he pauses looking up at you again expectantly.
âSay it, Y/N.â
Your cunt clenches at his command and it leaves you stuttering. Heat blossoms across your cheeks from how needy you sound choking out the word.Â
âEr-Ero-gennn-ous.â
Suguru rewards you by moving his hands again but to your dismay they pass your core to dig into your hips, his thumbs swirling over your hip bones. He leans his body in closer to you and you break eye contact to turn your head away lest you really start falling apart in his hands.
âGood girl. Ya know, youâre quite bright with the right motivation, Bunny.â
Puffs of moist heat glide over the tip of your ear as his lips are only millimeters away from your skin. His words stimulate a deep in your gut reaching all the way down to your toes, trying to resist how much heâs affecting you.Â
Suguru chuckles at your bashfulness.
âAre you always this shy, Bunny? Or does that honor just belong to me?â
You whimpered. You arenât sure how you got here.Â
How was Suguru, a nerdy virgin, making you come undone like this? You didnât know where the darkness that crept up on the edges of his eyes was coming from either, yet you squirm in anticipation despite yourself.Â
You loved it.Â
Always a know-it-all, so you would hate to admit it outloud, but Suguru was already making you feel more excitement than any frat boy you had been with. Lack of hands-on experience be damned. Youâre losing it as his lips sensually flutter against your collarbone.Â
âY-you s-said only fingers, S-Sugu!â
Your voice lacks any real reprimand as you are arching up into his touches and quivering for more. Suguru obliges as he alternates between delicate nips and open mouth kisses sinfully marking you. Groaning into the crook of your neck Suguru savors the lingering taste of your perfume and the natural saltiness of your skin.Â
Returning his attention back to your ear Suguruâs breath trails over your skin until your lobe is once again trapped between his moist lips. He lightly tugs it between his teeth before giving it a sharp bite.
âAHH!â
The sting sends a jolt of electricity shooting straight into your cunt and a strangled noise escapes your lips. Your knees are starting to buckle but Suguruâs quick reflexes stopped your legs from clamping together all the way, bracing you.Â
Taking your hands and leading them to the backs of your thighs, Suguru is making you steady yourself back into a spread position for him and gives you strict instructions not to move.
âGood girl⊠This should be more than obvious now Bunny, but there are erogenous zones all over your body that connect to the pleasure nerve endings here.â
Suguruâs voice is silky as his index finger tows long strokes over the slit of your clothed cunt and applies pressure on your clit for emphasis. Whines fumble out of you when Suguru switches from steady swipes to idle flicks with pads of his fingers and your legs twitch again once more.
âIt's important to simulate multiple areas simultaneously and I only have two hands, donât I? You donât mind Y/N do you?â
You still canât bear to look Suguru in the eyes, much less respond vocally so you just shake your head.Â
âFeeling good, Bunny? Which do you like better, the strokes or the flicks?â
Your eyes squeeze shut from Suguru demonstrating both over your covered cunt. You try not to tear up but the amount of autonomy you had in this situation was new to you. Embarrassed and vulnerable youâre realizing that in spite of all your sexual experiences you still donât feel comfortable expressing your needs.
âHey, Y/Nââ
Suguru clutches your face in his massive grip, squishing both your cheeks with a single hand and forcing your glassy eyes back on him. It was hard to focus on what he was saying anyway while you cooed from the feather-like circles he had been drawing on your clit.
ââyou have to talk to me. This and sex in general, is just another form of communication. It won't work well and you definitely wonât squirt unless you can express to your partner what feels good and what doesnât.â Â
You are sure he can feel the heat gathering in your cheeks radiating off your skin.
âStop t-teasing S-Sugu⊠I-I know you can tell itâs good.â
Suguru eases his hold on you, his smirk deepening at your complaint.
âOh I can, tell Bunny. Believe me. Your pussy, sheâs so sensitive no matter how much you try to hide it from me. But I still need to hear it from your mouth regardless.â
The hand playing with your cunt splays out and Suguru fully cups you in his hands. The pulsing of your clit vibrates against his palm even through your panties.
âIf youâre going to be a slut Bunny, at least be a vocal one. Be a slut for your own pleasure...this fat nâpretty cunt of yours deserves it.âÂ
Suguruâs mouth is mere millimeters above yours, floating suspended both your lips are parted as youâre sharing the same air. The dizzying effect of breathing him in only intensifies with his words.
âOr perhaps you just get off on the idea of being free use?â
Suguru chuckles but doesnât make you answer that question in favor of pulling back from you to inspect the large wet spot you soaked through your cheer panties from all of his taunting.
Pleased he gives your clothed pussy a smack, the moisture underneath the flimsy fabric evident in the soft squelchy sound that fills the room.
Smack, another moist sound echoes from your cunt.
âOh, looks like sheâs ready. This mouth down here is so much more talkative, Bunny.â
Hooking his fingers in the fabric Suguru peels your soaked cheer panties to the side, whistling at the thick strings of your essence that lingered between your cunt and your panties.
âSo fucking wet, the prettiest most obedient lilâ pussy, arenât you?â
A fleeting thought of sassing Suguru since yours is the first real pussy he has actually even seen up close dissipates as soon as your entrance flutters against his two thick fingers that rub over your uncovered opening.Â
Involuntary bucking your hips, the burning urge to feel him inside you is all you care about now, pride be damned.Â
You want him.
âSuguââ
ââShhh!â
Suguru cuts your pleas short.
âDonât interrupt Doctor Geto when heâs speaking with his favorite patient, Bunny⊠Your nasty lilâ cunt is really begging for her treatment, isnât she?â
You pout at him, quieting down while Suguru rewards your submission by slipping into your folds once more, entering fully past your entrance and into your gummy walls. Itâs only a single digit inside you but your pussy is hungrily sucking him in deeper, trying to devour his middle finger whole.Â
Suguru murmurs intelligible obscenities from how warm and tight you are. He needs to find that spot.Â
Your hands struggle to keep your legs from quaking when you feel his finger, longer, thicker and far more pointed than your own, bottom out before languidly dragging delicious pressure back through you, exploring your walls in search ofâ
âFound her.â
Your ass jerks up and nearly off the desk entirely when his finger roughly prods into the firm spongy spot within your cunt you didnât even know existed until now.Â
âFAH-FAH-FUHHCKKKKKKKKKââ
Your voice cracks and your vision blurs with tears that finally are cascading down your face smudging your mascara. Your reaction has you missing the wide-eyed look of amazement Suguru gives you utterly entranced by the way your entire body quivered from just a solid tap to the gland.Â
Suguru had expected an intense reaction. Heâd seen and read about how temporary control of muscles and spasms were common when abusing this spot in women. But the one thing textbooks, articles, nor porn could prepare him for was how fucking sexy youâd be while he was doing it.Â
The ache in his pants has him groaning as he has to lean nearly his entire weight into you in order to get your lower half to settle back down on the desk. Pausing his movements inside of you, Suguru allows you to catch your breath.
Still the heavy pad of his finger is weighing down on you with enough force you still need to suck in your breaths, barely able to squeak out words.
âW-Wh-What is th-that S-Suguuu?!â
Suguru tells you not to worry about the actual name. Itâs not very sexy, so you wonât remember it and itâs important that you do, so eventually he tells you to just call it the g-spot.Â
You groan at the loss of pressure on your g-spot when Suguru removes himself from you entirely in order to bring the finger that had been inside you to his lips. Watching him savoring the essence of your sweet cunt on his tongue, you couldnât take any longer, finding your voice.Â
âSu-Surugu, N-NeedâN-need more. Pâplease!â
Suguru obliges, slapping the fat of your ass teetering off the desk and lifts you as his knee slides under your hip. Leaning into you further, Suguru throws one of your shapely legs over his shoulder.Â
âOh, you found your voice Bunny? Then tell me what my patient wants. Where does Doctor Geto need to touch you?â
âM-my pussyâ fuckâ p-please Sugu, wanna feel good there. Sheâll be so good for you!â
Suguruâs pleased smile is your only warning before two of his large fingers plunge-in and bottom out inside your cunt, knocking against your cervix. Your jaw completely slacks as you groan at the sudden intrusion, allowing Suguru the perfect invitation to your mouth.Â
Wasting no time, Suguru crashes his lips into yours. The kiss is sloppy, hot and needy as any cries that attempted to leave you were drowned out in the wet cavern of Suguruâs mouth.Â
Fuck, youâre greedy as hell.Â
The kiss makes Suguruâs head spin and he loses himself in your sinful hunger as you wrap your arms around his neck and begin to dominate the kiss, sucking on his tongue. Soon Suguru finds himself groaning against your lips and slowly rocking his cock into the back of your thigh. Fuck, your body was too responsive, too eager for him to slut you out on his fingers.Â
Suguru couldnât lose sight of the goal though, you needed to squirt so he needed to take back control.
Catching you off guard, he bullies a third fingerâ his ring finger, into your cunt as well. Breathless you break the kiss, your eyes sinking back into your head as you meet the thrusts of his fingers with the roll of your hips. Â
You arenât able to control the way your body convulses as you writhe against Suguru. His massive body weighed over you as his hair fell in front of his face, hiding his crazed expression from you.Â
Suguru is also panting as he vigorously pumps the appendages into you. In and out, swirling them Suguruâs fingers take special care to zigzag sweet torment over your g-spot.Â
Youâve only felt the slight ghostings of this feeling before, nothing so pointed and focused on attacking this spot, while stretching your pussy so well in the process. You wantâ no need, to feel Suguruâs cock inside you next.Â
You could tell he must be huge. Heat was radiating off his girthy bulge as it twitched up against your ass cheek even through Suguruâs joggers. The thought causes the hot iron coil in your stomach to tense to its breaking point, begging for release.
Suguru notices.
âA-Are you gonna squirt for me, Y/N?â
For the first time his own voice is ragged, set on keeping his promise to you.
âS-Sugu, I-Iâ I want to but IââÂ
Your words catch in your throat as tears that are salty to the taste freely flow past your lips down your chin. You are unsure of what exactly to beg Suguru for even if you could do more than unintelligible babbles at the moment.Â
Itâs comingâ you panicâ this feeling!
âW-w-ait! Nooo, SâSuâSugu⊠Iâm g-gonna pee. S-stop, p-puhleaseee!
Your hands slip against Suguruâs shoulders as you try in vain to push him away. So fearful that Suguru was wrong and you may actually piss all over him and his desk.Â
Suguru isnât having it though, backhanding your clit with a harsh smack, his knuckle bullying into your bud.Â
The slap was followed by two more in quick succession, his other hand never slowing inside of you. Disregarding your pleas Suguru ventures even deeper into your guts while pressing down on your lower belly.
âI told you itâs not pee, Bunny. You donât listen very well, do you?â
Suguru hiss at you, the stress of holding himself back as you fall apart on his fingers was nearly too much, he needed you to lay back, be good for him and take it.
âI-Iâm s-sowy, Dr. Geto butâ Iâ wannaâ.â
You sniffle back more tears, which has Suguru calming himself in order to soothe you again.
âShh Bunny, itâs okayâ now ask your doctor nicely for what you need. Go on.âÂ
At this point cuming, squirting, whatever Suguru you requires of you in order to release the feral sensations building within you is an essential need to live as much as taking your next breath.
âDoctor Geto, please let me cum! Sugu please! G-gonna s-squirt, gonna squirt s-so g-good for you!!â
âThatâs right baby you will⊠Now squirt on me Bunny, make a pretty mess all over my fucking fingers.â
Timing a particularly hard jolt to your g-spot with simultaneous pressure from over your belly, has you tipping over the edge. Back arching you feel the gratifying release as you squirt hard, fluids spurting all over Suguruâs fingers and spilling down his forearms. The saccharine pleasure of it all is buzzing throughout every cell in your body as your eyes flutter back into your skull.Â
Your entire body feels like an extension of your pussy, pulsing in tune with your cunt and you donât realize you are even screaming until Suguruâs mouth is on top of yours once again.Â
Suguru is tongue fucking your wails all the way back into the depths of your throat until they are mere raspy gurgles.
Riding out your orgasm you protest with choked cries as Suguru's hand abruptly leaves your cunt. Yet before you can process whatâs happening youâre mewling loudly again once you feel his lips attacking your cunt. Sucking your clit between his lips, his own groans vibrate into your core making you all the more sensitive.Â
Your hands fly to him again, tangling up in his long raven locks and trying to push his head away.Â
Too much! You were far too sensitive right now for him to be lapping at your over stimmed cunt like a mad man.
âStawwpââ
Your slurs fall on deaf ears as Suguru continues, only pulling back briefly to shush you.
âHavenât got it all out. This pretty pussy is so fucking nasty she can give a little more, canât you baby? I know she can.â
Suguru is speaking to you but he sounds a million miles away, focused only on your cunt as he returns to suckling on your clit, his teeth scraping lightly. He knows your pussy will give him the answer he is looking for soon enough.Â
The iron grip his arms have around your thighs holds you down allowing Suguru unimpeded access to dribble globs of his spit into your folds. His tongue flattens over your clit and his eyes smolder into yours before diving back into your pussy.Â
So close to cumming yet again your thick thighs clench around him as you unintentionally smother his face deeper into your core. Suguru ignores any need to take breaths, your cunt being the only sustenance needed as he rams his tongue further into your convulsing hole.Â
Shaking his head around sloppily, Suguru is goading your cunt into giving him more and more. His tongue is a mere worshiper in the temple between your thighs, begging your leaking pussy to give him the last morsels of your squirt.Â
Not having the willpower to deny him, your pussy gushes out more onto his tongue and shamelessly he swallows all of it as you cum all over again.
By the time Suguru detaches himself from your cunt he looks almost as wrecked as you: hair is matting to the sides of his face, his glasses are clouded with slick and your juices are dripping down his chin.Â
Although, now that Suguru has had a taste of you he is left craving more. Not letting a single drop of your juices go to waste Suguru is ferally slurping the drippings off your thighs and lowering his head to even zamboni the overflow of your essence off the desk beneath you. Ravenous with thirst for you Suguru is even using his mouth to squeeze out any droplets he could retrieve from your soaked cheer panties.Â
You on the other hand could only heave as you gasped for breath. Your legs are still twitching in the after shock of your intense orgasm and squirt session. Dizzy and dazed you feel yourself fading out, unsure of how much time has passed or what Suguru was still doing between your legs until the familiar ring of your phone slowly guides you back into the present.Â
Wiping his face with the back of his hand Suguru stands up and pulls your phone out of his pocket.
The phone is still ringing as he looks down at it and snickers.Â
âItâs Toru, Y/N. Answer it.â
You give Suguru a frowny pout. You were barely conscious right now, you couldn't handle a drunkenly energetic Satoru.Â
Seeing you making no attempts to move, Suguru answers it for you and Satoruâs voice overflows through the speakerphone.
âY/N! Y/N! Where are ya at!? We need the beer pong queen to make her appearance, I need a partner! Nanamin is too good to beat without you!â
Suguru held the phone out to you but you could respond in labored puffs.
âY/N is taking a study break, a bit tired after her lesson.â
ââOh it's you Suguru!â
You end up tuning Satoru out as heâs begging Suguru to come to the party with you which you already knew wasnât going to happen even if he didnât just make you squirt all over him.Â
Willing yourself to sit up, your body is immediately revitalized when your eye is drawn to how bricked Suguru currently is in his dark gray sweats.Â
Suguru arches his brow in amusement as you pull him forward by the band of his joggers and hurriedly fumbles to untie them, pushing them and boxers down to reveal his hard cock.Â
The sight of it nearly has you squeeing. Suguru had the prettiest cock youâve ever seen.Â
You practically have hearts in your eyes as you salivate over Suguruâs cock. The way it was swaying with pre marbling on his girthy tip has you openly salivating. To say his length and girth is above average, was a massive understatement.Â
You canât estimate a size but you know he is huge as you eye the a large vein on the underside of his cock that seemed to weigh him down even though fully erect. You squirmed at the thought of that vein scraping inside your pussy as Suguru pounded you.
You need to feel it. Now.
Nevertheless, it isnât until Suguru snaps his fingers in front of your face did you realize Gojo was now addressing you again through the phone.
âY/N, I failed with Sugu! Heâs lame! But youâll be here soon right???â
A sharp contrast to just 30 mins earlier but partying was the last thing on your mind now. You needed to get Satoru off the phone and Suguruâs cock inside you expeditiously.Â
âMhm-nh, Toru sorry, IâI really need to get a good grade. I need Sugu to tutor me a bit more. C-Canât afford to flunk out!â
Although you had teased Suguru earlier about popping his cherry, you didnât care if he was a virgin now. He had more than proved himself despite his lack of hands-on sexual experience.Â
You werenât really paying attention to Satoru any longer as Suguru motions for you to lay back again. Readily, you get in position returning your legs to a stirrup pose.Â
Suguru rewards your obedience with his cock slapping against your clit.
âMmmmâŠFUHH-CK-AH!â
You donât care that Satoru is still on the line as Suguru is slipping his cock under your cheer panties, rubbing his fat tip along your folds. His cock sandwiched between your messy cunt and the soaked fabric of your cheer panties has Suguru groaning at the crazy sensation, he could bust like this for sure.
âHuh? Oh.. OHHHHHH! Haha, I see, I see! Suguruâs lessons are the best, arenât they Y/N?â
Youâre openly moaning now. Barely registering Toruâs words as Suguru grunts, increasing the pace heâs bullying his cockhead across your clit.
âY-yeah, the besssst-ahhh!âÂ
Satoru, feeling more than a bit left out, starts pouting over the phone.
âHey, no fair playing with Bunny without me Sugu! Let me join neââÂ
Suguru cuts Satoruâs complaints short, hanging up on him while still rutting his tip over your pussy, his pre leaking out mixing with your own cum still dripping from you.
He wanted you all to himself, for now at least. Satoru could fuck off.
âGawwd Suguâjust fuck mââ
You abruptly stop as your face falls in realization when you feel his warm cum spill over your mound and into your cheer panties.Â
Suguru is spilling so much of his thick load into you it's even spilling out the sides of your cheer panties and running down into the crack of your ass. A few more jerks of his cock through your folds and he is quickly pulling back to tuck his softening length back into his sweats.
âN-no,no no no S-Sugu! Suguru! I-tâs okay you came fast but pleaseâ fuck me. Iâll even let you raw me and cum inside puhleaseeee Suguâ need to squirt again all over your cock!â
You donât know the kind of willpower it takes Suguru to refuse you.Â
Probably one of the hardest things heâs done in his life, especially as fresh tears trickle from your eyes and he knows youâd be crying just as adorably on his cock. You were too sexy, too perfect and he wanted to fuck you just as badly as he knew you wanted him to.
BUTâ more importantly he wanted to enjoy you more than for a quick fuck and if he indulged you now, he couldnât promise he wouldnât be relentlessly tearing up your sweet slutty pussy all night.Â
If you didnât start studying for real you were definitely going to get kicked out of school and he canât have that, especially not now after this.Â
Masking his own lust with a stern instructor voice Suguru chastises you as he ties his hair back onto a bun and begins to give his glasses a proper cleaning before adjusting the books and papers on his desks around you back into their correct piles.
âAbsolutely out of the question. Now be a good girl and pull up your panties, Y/N. We have a lot of ground to cover tonight.â
Sticky with Suguruâs cum, frustrated and still horny you groaned loudly but obeyed. You knew Suguru meant business.Â
You hoped if you listened to him well enough youâd get what you wanted by the end of the night, it would suck for you to suffer through studying but it was the best motivation you had in literal years.Â
Unfortunately for you, Suguru, focused on the bigger picture, had a larger goal in mind.
âOnly smart sluts get dick, Bunny. Youâd better get an A on that exam Monday if you really want this cock.â
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a/n: I would be willing to write a part 2 (some time in the future) of y/n popping Sugu cherry or even y/n getting double teamed by 'The Boom Bros' as a 'thank you' for taking the fall for them if there was interest. I'm kind of fond of this little college AU.
Reblog for an anatomy lesson from Nerd!Geto but likes and comments are also appreciated as always!
NEXT is back to my own ficcys! Upcoming: The Nursery - Yakuza!Toji x Y/N - teaser/taglist: â°ââ€here. Delays cause I've been without my adhd meds and getting the first part of the fic beta'd for once but I FINALLY got them today and was able to finish this fic so hopefully I can get back on track! send me good vibes y'all!
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àłàż PRIVACY ISSUE âŸ
mma!toji getting c*ckblocked by his own son
tags â nsfw, dad toji, unprotected, spit kink, creampie, size kink, dumbification, blowjob, breeding, cum dump, protective toji, pet names, spanking, toji cums a lot :p, needy toji, toji misses his wife, unexpected edging, daddy/mommy kink
notes â links are informational NOT nsfw links! OPEN THEM!!
the kid definitely hates him. he didnât even have to say anything, toji knew. and donât worry, it was reciprocated. toji would be deep inside you, kissing your lips, driving himself even further into your squelching pussyâŠ
âfeels so good ngh, good fhuck,â his grunts against your lips only spurring your whines.
âmore, ah ah, t-uh-ji!â his dick was practically melting at your cries. he couldnât stop, you felt so fucking good. especially with your tits bouncing with each thrust as you desperately whined trying to hold them still, they were still so sensitive.
âkeep yâr eyes on me,â toji bites your lip, watching your lashes flutter open, coated in wet tears. fuck.
you were so beautiful. your nails racking down his back, shamelessly digging into his skin as you felt yourself getting closer and closer.
beep! beep!
the baby monitor going off had your breath hitching as toji grunts. he buries his face close to your ear. he doesnât stop rocking his hips into your warm tight hole.
âlet him cry it outâŠâ his jaw clenches as your pussy squeezes him. your neck craning to look at the monitor on the nightstand.
âI think heâs hungry.â fuck, you were so beautiful, he was practically trembling as you gave him a very sympathetic smile. âI didnât pump, so it hurtsâŠâ
his stomach tightens, he never wants to hurt you so of course, he slowly pulls out, dropping his head to your shoulder, as you apologize. your thighs tremble from being edged so close, same for him. hand falling down to his base to calm himself. your lips partâ
âdonât say sorry,â he kisses your neck, rolling off you. âgo take care of the brat.â you hit his shoulder as he watches you throw on a robe and clean yourself with a towel. his eyes gaze up to the ceiling, dick hard as rock and still covered in your essence. the froth at his base making him ooze more from his tip.
with a sigh he pushes up, and annoyingly finishes himself in the bathroom. washing off, he grabs a pair of sweats and heads over to megumiâs room.
yes it was frustrating, but he still could never be mad at you. watching you feed your baby, your pretty hands stroking the messy spikes of his sonâs hair. lucky bastard.
however, toji wished he can go back to those days. the days were at least he could fuck his wife where ever, whenever, since his kid still couldnât walk and slept for most of the day. it was easy. he could come up behind you in the kitchen and rub himself shamelessly, because megumi is sleeping in the crib in the living room.
at least he could get some very needed relief after training. getting the most of your bigger than usual tits which he loved to handle making you flush with embarrassment because you were insecure about how big and sensitive they got.
bending you over as he pushed his pants down and tugged your own so he could fit his dick deep into your hole. your eyes rolling back as you grabbed the counter, a hand on your mouth to hold back the drawn out moan from the big stretch youâll never get used too.
âwhatâs a pretty little slut doing in my kitchen?â he coos in your ear, making you glare at his stupid joke, just for him to give a sharp thrust up, sending a cry into your muffled hand which he easily secured around your mouth.
he didnât stop until you were trembling and creaming around him and the little baby was still fast asleep.
in other words, itâs been perfectly fine, until you both hit a stump. and that specific stump was megumiâs very needy phase. the kid just turned five when he suddenly caught the biggest attitude known to man, and for some reason he could not leave you alone.
âwhat happened?â toji was on the phone, drying himself off with a towel.
he could already hear the concern in your voice. âthe teacher called and said heâs in the nurses officeâ.â
âhe alright? his cold passed already.â toji shifts the phone from his shoulder to his hand, now more attentive.
âthey said heâs okay, but Iâm gonna pick him upââ
âIâll pick him up, itâs okay,â he knew today was an important day at work. it was difficult for you just to leave like that when you were going to pitch a new script in an hour.
âyou have a match this weekend, you should finish your trainââ
âIâm already in the car,â he lies, but still heâs grabbing his bag. you bite your lip, humming on the line, relieved toji can handle it.
of course, toji has been around megumiâs little school. he usually did drop off in the mornings, since it was on his way to the gym while you were in the other direction. but in other words, toji realized heâd never really been inside the school. heâd only done a tour with you early on, but drop off was just stopping outside the school with his car and megumi hopping out. the teachers already waiting outside to bring the students in since they were so youngâ
âwhereâs the nurses?â
the front desk lady almost had a heart attack. the sight of the big dark haired sweaty man, completely had her shaking. the hoodie tossed over his head and his wide shoulders was more than intimidating to anyone. the aura that surrounded him was unlike any other kindergarten parent.
âw-who exactly are you here for?â her voice was very meek and shaky. desperately trying to avoid eye contact.
âmegumi.â he noted in his head the reason why you both chose this elementary school. it definitely was better secured than others. after checking his id, she immediately apologized for not recognizing him. everyone in the office spoke about the mma fighter. she just wasnât expecting him to look like that.
âhe has a cold or something?â toji asked the nurse.
âhe came in saying his stomach was hurting, wouldnât go back to class without groaning from the pain.â
âŠ.odd.
he took the two steps until he reached the curtain and pulled them back. a yelp escaped the little boy, dropping his Nintendo on his lap.
âwhereâs mommy?â the distaste was itched in his voice.
toji picked up megumiâs bag. âstomach hurts?â
âyaâŠâ megumi sat up. looking around the room. âmommy picks me upâŠâ he mutters.
âsheâs still at work, caught her at a bad time kid, letâs go,â toji grabs megumi, lifting him easily with one arm. the boy pushes his fatherâs face back.
âI can walk!â
âthought your stomach hurt?â megumi falls silent, still holding tojiâs face away until the man plops the kids back beside him and allows him to follow him out the nurseâs office. he stays a couple steps behind his father, a small pout dusting his lips.
âwoah is that megumiâs dad!?â
âheâs so big!â
âhis muscles are bigger than my head!â
megumiâs brows pinch as he hears the kids in the hall whisper and gush around him. he never understood what it all meant. all his dad does is stay in a gym all day then come back all bruised up, and you would have to get up and clean his bandages every day. he also latched onto you most of the time he comes back home. he felt like a parasite, megumi could never snuggle with you because his dad was always plopping himself beside you and pull you in.
but unlike his father, you actually work all night. typing and typing, megumi loved listening to the stories youâd make. your food was always the best. you picked out new clothes for him. bought him books you knew heâd like. but his dadâŠ.megumi has never seen him work a day in his life, and all he can cook is mac nâ cheese and other frozen stuffâ
âyou listening kid?â tojiâs voice snapped him back to the present.
âhuh?â
âyou get into a fight or something?â toji looks at megumi through the front mirror. the kid looking out the window, arms crossed.
âno.â
âyour stomach doesnât hurt?â
âyes.â megumi snaps his head forward. âno it does hurt.â
âyes it doesnât hurt?â toji raises a brow.
âno! it does!ââ
âbecause you miss mommy?â megumiâs face goes pale. jackpot. âI wonât tell her.â
megumi does not find this funny. even as tojiâs laugh rattles the car. instead he stays quiet as his father unbuckles his seatbelt and helps him out of the car seat. the two entering the large house as toji drops his bags at the side watching megumi wander off.
only an hour or so passes, when you finally arrive. bending down to kick your shoes off. the pattered sounds of running footsteps alarms you as you look up to see megumi already jumping on you.
âmissed you,â he mumbles into your neck as he squeezes you close, standing up with him in your arms.
âI heard your tummy hurt?â you coo, brushing his unruly hair. megumi hums, holding you closer, only to spot his father leaning against the counter with a shit-eating smirk.
âhow bad did it hurt?â toji taunts, catching your attention. instinctively heading to him, as you lean up, smiling once his lips connect with yours. eyeing megumi who has a deep death stare.
âit hurt a lot,â megumi glares. you round the counter to sit megumi on the chair.
âhowâre you feeling now? did daddy give you medicine already?â you look over your shoulder to see toji biting his cheek to contain his smile. âwhat?-â
âyes I took medicine!â megumi snaps your attention back to him. âIâm hungry.â
âwhen you had a stomach ache last time, you couldnât eat a thing?â toji questions. megumi feels like screaming, his cheeks steaming with embarrassment.
âthis means youâre feeling better! Iâll get something started,â you kiss the little boys cheek, turning around to make eyes with your husband, a look that gave, whatâs going on? he only gave you a wink in response.
âahh, fuck toji,â youâve gotten better at controlling your moans. but toji only found your breathy gasps and mewls against his ear even more attractive.
âdeserve a reward forâshitââ youâd spent hours up, writing your script and when it came time to pitch it to producers; you had to practice it over and over in front of toji and megumi. so when producers actually loved it and signed you on, you were beyond ecstatic. you were worried about megumi all day though which made you feel anxious.
âwhatâs with gumi today?â you remember, wondering what tojiâs teasing was all about.
toji grunts, almost laughing. âhe didnât have a stomach ache. he just ungh missed you,â his lips press to yours. âI missed you too.â he bites your lip, your eyes fluttering. your heart warms at your sonâs embarrassment.
âdonât tease him,â you pant, making toji chuckle.
âyes, mommy.â toji knew every single thing about your body, and he loved playing with you.
âwanna c-cumâfuck meâŠharder tâŠwanâ it!â you cry out, begging toji to get rougher. he bites your neck, pulling out with a small cry from you, you reach out to slip it back in, but his grip tightens around your waist, flipping you on your stomach.
âgreedy today,â toji slaps your ass, watching it ripple against his big palm as he kneads the flesh, pulling your hips back as he grabs his cock. âtight fucking cuntââ his grip tightens as he pulls your hips back to meet his. you bury your mouth into the pillow to conceal the scream-like moan. âfuck, ungh, dirty fucking girl, begginâ fâr me,â his lips curl as you reach behind you. immediately understanding his pretty wife as he drops his hand over yours. you squeeze his fingers as he leans his face.
âkiss me,â youâre looking back with tears in your eyes, and he almost busts a bit too soon. heâll never understand people who fall out of love, because he could never imagine not wanting you. touching you. kissing youâ
âmy pretty puppy,â he lifts your body up, arm wrapping around your torso as your head falls back to meet his wet lips. his abs clench as he feels your pussy squeeze him. your tongue hanging out, a tell tale sign of how close youâre getting.
âah, t-jiâŠah haâŠcuminââ fuck, you still get so dumb on his dick. your stutters and empty head driving him to his peak. his hand slides down your torso to rub your puffy clit, so close toâ
KNOCK knock KNOCK knockâ
you gasp startled as you and toji fall forward, he holds a hand to your mouth as you unconsciously let out a whine. âfucking brat,â toji grunts as he pulls out.
âmommy?â megumi jiggles the door handle. âmommyââ
âyes baby?â you call out, voice hoarse and head foggy as toji kisses your cheeks, gently rubbing across your torso getting you back to your senses. you push forward, only for toji to grab you pulling you back to his chest.
âtell him to go back to sleep,â his hand falls between your legs, making your hips buckâ you to pull away.
âhe gets nightmares,â you grab a towel, cleaning yourself quickly before slipping on shorts and one of your husbandâs shirts.
âheâs doing this on purpose,â toji aggressively grabs the sheets covering the not so PG rated scene. his dick was throbbing painfully. heâs never been fond of edging.
âhe doesnât know anything,â you scold him, not before rushing over to him, kissing his lips. his hum makes you smile as he rubs the back of your neck, his grip tightening only for you to pull away with a guilty smile. he sighs dropping his head back watching you open the door to find megumi with a hand over his eye, yawning.
âwhy arenât you sleeping?â toji leans on his arm, watching you coddle the boy.
megumi pouts at his fathers comment. âb-becauseâŠ.â
you stand up with megumi in your arms as you walk back to his room. your hand brushing his hair.
toji falls back on the bed. eyes piercing the ceiling.
âheâs in one of his moods againâŠâ gojo, tojiâs sparring partner, mumbles to shiu.
âwhat happened?â shiu looks at gojo icing a cut on his lip while toji tightens his gloves with his teeth, pounding them together.
âletâs go!â his roar startled the other trainers on his team.
it wasnât uncommon for toji to be in his âmoodsâ. I mean it used to be a very common thing a couple years ago. however, no one will say it to his face, but heâs definitely gotten much softer and calmer after marrying you. heâs thrown some fits when megumi was a couple months old, but heâs been calm since then.
âtoji!â
your voice suddenly had the fighters eyes brightening. holding your hand tight was megumi. his eyes wandering around the punching bags. heâs been to the gym before, but only with you.
toji used to bring megumi frequently when he was a baby, but after he started registering things, you didnât want him around all that fighting, afraid itâll rub off on himâ
âmegumi!â gojo rushes over, the entire gym flipping over at your sonâs appearance. the spitting image of their grumpy idol, but a cuter more innocent version. gojo having a very annoying way of pampering the boy.
âhowâs it going?â you ask toji, climbing into the ring as gojo watches (bothers) megumi, along with shiu.
toji meets your lips. âgood.â
you lean back, fingers brushing the scar on his lip, noticing the distance in eyes. thatâs when you notice heâs looking at a certain little boy. âtoji?â
âheâs got it out for me,â he whispers to you, megumi was looking at toji curiously. you hit the manâs shoulder with the back of your hand.
âheâs a kid, he doesnât know anything. and about last nightââ
âdonât bring it up,â he drops his head on your shoulder, sighing as your fingers brush his nape, gently scratching it just the way he likes. âfuck, you felt so good.â he groans, âdefinitely wouldâve knocked you up with the load i was gunna give ya.â your ears sting at his vulgar confession. âleft me in the dust.â
ânot my fault,â you murmur, surprised your voice was leveled.
âi know,â his big arms, are wrapped around your waist and shoulders completely. hugging you close as his glare settles on the urchin haired kid.
meanwhile, shiu, gojo, and the others are huddled around megumi talking about none other than.
âmy dad is not cool,â megumi rolls his eyes, arms crossed as gojo is kneeling in front of him, ice pack on his lip.
âhe most definitely is, the guy is superhuman! he moves so quick!â one of the other fighters gush, other agreeing. they all talk about toji as if heâs some super celebrity, like the way his friends also talk about him. megumi isnât an idiot, he knows toji is a famous fighter, but that doesnât mean he knows how good.
the more his fatherâs team praises his dad, the more megumiâs curiosity peaks.
you look over to smile at megumi, who obviously is growing very annoyed at gojo, shiu and the other team who are now coddling him. after wiggling his way out, he makes his way over to you, only for toji to be the one to left him up. megumi frowns, leaning his arm on his fatherâs shoulder propping his big cheek on his hand with a pout.
âyou hungry?â you joke at his expression.
megumi looks away from you, odd, over to toji, whoâs laughing at the boys reaction. âcan I go to your match tomorrow?â
huh?
you and toji immediately exchange looks.
âyou wanna see your old man fight?â tojiâs lips curl up into a teasing smile.
megumi nods, âya.â
you bite your cheek, contemplating. he was older now, albeit still a kid. your eyes shift to toji unsure.
âif the kids wants to go, thenâŠâ toji definitely was not the man he used to be. you could read him like a fucking book. as much as he was complaining, and mumbling how pent up heâs been these past weeks because of âthe bratâ, he most certainly cannot hide the simple truth that he wants megumi to see his match.
âthen i guess weâll have to go to sleep early tonight,â you smile, noticing megumiâs small smile, not too obvious.
megumi stayed close beside you. shifting from holding him in your arms, to letting him walk beside you. his cute ears were covered with headphones because of how loud the stadium is. along with some guards to watch over you both.
toji was warming up when you both walked into the lockerroom. your hand stayed in megumi, not letting him go over to his dad, knowing not to disturb his mindset right now.
megumi tugged on your hand, ushering you to his level so he can whisper in your ear. âwhy is daddy angry?â however, because of the headphones, his whisper, was more of a shout.
you stifled a laugh, especially when everyone in the room, including toji, heard.
âgumi!â
the boy jumped at the booming voice. looking over at his father waving a hand to come over. megumi cocked his head up at you, but ultimately let go and made his way over. toji grunts as he lifts him up, sitting him on his lap.
âgetting heavier kid,â he smiles when megumi looks away trying to hide his own smile. âdonât cry when i prove to ya how strong i am.â
you roll your eyes at toji, as does megumi who crosses his arms as well. either way toji ruffles the kidâs unkept hair before standing up. megumiâs eyes gaze up, noting how tall and big his father is. and he remembers what his friend yuuji said to him in class today.
your dad looks like heâs the strongest person ever! my dad always watches his fights and he also says your dad is crazzzy strong! Iâm training to be super strong too! Iâll be the next best fighter ever!! megumi also recalls the way yuuji was flexing his nonexistent bicep muscles, slapping them with the other hand as if their huge.
you come up, holding megumiâs shoulders as your eyes meet tojiâs dark ones. his fingers tilt your chin up, megumi staring up from the middle as his father leans closer, lips brushing your ear.
âIâll earn my reward tonight.â
your cheeks sting as he comes back, pecking your lips, before his hand falls over megumiâs head, ruffling his hair even more, distracting the kid from toji deepening the kiss for a moment, satisfied enough to pull away , teeth pulling at your bottom lip. he tilts your chin up again, lips curled up at the lustful eyes you give him. thumb tapping your bottom lip.
toji averts his attention back to his son. âwish me luck.â
megumi is silent as he watches tojiâs teams crowd him as they lead him out to the stadium. shiu stays back with you and megumi and has you both escorted to your seats. gumiâs small hand grips yours tightly as you watch the stadium cheering and clapping.
you like taking pride in being megumiâs favorite, especially when tojiâs trying to win an argument and you ask megumi whoâs right and heâll always point to you, not even bothering to look up from the tv screen.
nonetheless, you canât help but smile when you notice megumiâs eyes light up when the stadium lights start to dim and dark blue flashes start to flicker. your heart is definitely very warm because you know how tojiâs entrance usually is accompanied by red lights, but i guess when he asked you this morning if megumiâs favorite color was still blue, this is what he meant.
megumi was standing on his seat, next to you, arm around your shoulders as you kept and arm around him for stability, letting him get a better view as his father stepped into the stadium. loud music ensuing as the crowd got riled up.
your heart was beating fast, cheeks slowly crawling with heat as you watched your husband. he always looked like someone straight out of a movie. but then heâd casually glance over. his deep green eyes meeting yours and looking at megumi. the little boy felt chills at his fatherâs gaze. heâs never understood what people meant when they called his dad cool, but maybe thatâs what itâs like. seeing the entire stadium cheering for him even before the match has started. how the crowd is split between his fans and his opponents fans.
âhow good is daddy?â megumi leaned down to you. your hand holding his tummy, so he doesnât fall forward.
âheâs very good!â you could tell megumi was scared, especially when his opponent was some guy with crazy pink hair and vicious tattoos that littered his entire body. even his dad didnât have face tattoos!
was he scared that maybe his dad wasnât that cool? maybe he really was just the dad that drops him off at school, and teases him all dayâŠ.megumi felt his heart beating faster when his opponent threw a vicious first punch, immediately putting distance so he can throw a powerful kick straight into tojiâs ribs.
you could feel megumiâs hand tighten around your shirt, his other hand balled into a fist as he watched toji take a direct punch to the face.
toji had been preparing for this fight for weeks. someone challenging his title always had a big publicity boost. and sukuna was not just any old player.
so when toji was placed into a headlock, you almost felt your stomach coil, and megumi bit his lip. his eyes welling up as he inhaled sharplyâŠ.
âDAD! i said good luck!â megumiâs loud scream only seemed to echo even louder since your seats were near the cage.
toji couldnât help his shit-eating grin, blood coating his chin. first time heâs heard the kid that loudly, he shouldnât disappoint.
megumi felt his hair fly up when his dad gave him a wink, and like a switch happened, he immediately turned the tables on his opponent. you hadnât seen megumi so worked upâŠever. he was jumping on his seat cheering, as you stood up. toji held his opponent to the mat, after a couple seconds sukuna finally submitted.
the crowd was on itâs feet, creating echos of noise as they cheered for their victor! megumi was clapping as he looked at you.
âdad was so cool!!! he was moving so fast!â he was definitely worked up, his little cheeks flushed and eyes bright.
âwell Iâm not someone that likes to brag,â toji appeared before you as megumi immediately jumped up. catching the both of you so off-guard. he only did that to you, but toji took it. lifting the kid in his arms as megumi gushed to him. i guess he did have some of your traits, the way he babbled on and on, and made crazy gestures with his hands.
the cameras had a field day as megumi sat on tojiâs shoulders as he answered a couple questions.
by the time you arrived home, megumi was completely knocked out.
toji carries him to his room. youâre in the kitchen when he comes back, you made a protein shake for him, after exerting so much energy.
âhe was screaming the entire time,â you hand him the cup, watching as he chugs it. ânever thought Iâd see him so loud.â
âhad to make him like me somehow. he never leaves you alone,â toji saunters over to you, his hands trapping you against the counter, leaning down. âneeded mommy to give me a reward, didnât i?â
you scoff, âdonât act like you didnât want his approval.â toji doesnât respond. âthe blue lights?â
âsukunaâs entrance also had red, so i needed to stand out,â he gaslights, making you laugh.
âyouâre such a softie you know that?â the little jabs you give him never gets old, especially when itâs about your kid.
âif i say yes, can i finally cum in ya?â he licks your lips, smiling at the flustered daze in your eyes. âhad to cum on myself for weeks,â he groans, remembering how heâd finish himself off every single time.
â âs not my fault,â you sigh as he kisses down your neck, his own hand falling between your bodies.
his voice vibrates against your skin, as he picks you up, placing you on the counter. âyou baby him.â
âI do not!â you do.
he pulls away, a deadpan expression so clear he doesnât even have to say it. you bite your cheek, looking at the kitchen wall. but toji returns to your lips nibbling at the skin as his hand pushed up the pretty top you wore for his match.
âmmm, toji?â your lips pull away, he hums tongue licking at the cut on his lip. heâs definitely gotten used to kissing you after matches, the stinging now adding to his own pleasure. he waits patiently for you to keep going. your hands gently holding his face as you look over the deep bruise on his cheekbone. âIâm sorry about last night, and the nights before.â
his green eyes settle, gently. hands coming up to pull your shirt over, arm snaking back to unclasp your pretty bra, his hand situated under your jaw as he tilts your head up. ânow whyâre you apologizing?â
âwell becauseâŠâŠi feel bad,â you murmur, embarrassed that this man can still make you blush like an idiot. exposing you so openly to his eyes. your nipples perking up from the cool breeze.
âdonât,â his thumb slides up to your bottom lip, massaging your adorable pout away.
âyou were literally complaining about it,â you roll your eyes, unconsciously arching up when he lifts your chin higher.
âwhen did you start taking my jokes so seriously? is my princess forgetting who I am?â
âyes she is,â you cock your head. âI think she needs a reminder.â
his lips curl up along with a brow. âfucking tease.â he captures your lips, tongue wet as he licks your lips, smiling once you part them to allow the kiss to go deeper. his grip behind your neck warming your skin. âmissed you so much,â he groans, feeling your hand rub over his sweats.
âI know,â you bite his lip, making him wince at the pain, the stinging of the cut sending blood rushing south. you knew him too well. âIâm all yours,â your palm rubs a little harder around his tip, making his hips jolt. âdaddy deserves attention.â
the stupid nickname was something you only used to address him around megumi, but hearing the name right now, suddenly sent a different feeling coursing through his head. âfuck.â he grabs your hand, rocking his hips against your palm as he leans down, kissing and biting at your tits.
âyou like that?â you taunt, âdaddy wants his reward,â you coo, petting his hair as he kisses your nipples, sucking one into his mouth, heâs so rough. his bite making you yelp. âwant something for being such a good boyâwha!ââ
you were suddenly on the ground, heart beating fast because toji had moved in the blink of an eye. you hate how fast he is sometimes, especially when he scares you like that.
âgetting all cocky after edging me for weeks?â his pants were pushed down, along with his shorts and boxers. allowing you to be face to face with the familiar length. a blush immediately spreading across your cheeks at how worked up he is.
âbarely touched you,â you kiss his tip, not without your shit-eating grin making his abs clench. why are you so fucking hot?
âopen up,â he grabs his base, slapping his heavy dick on your cheeks, something he only did when you wereâŠwell acting like this. you canât stop now, your smile spreading even more when you give him a look.
âyou haveta say please.â
âwhat happened to reward?â his jaw clenched, tip oozing only for you to press a thumb across his slit licking the bitter taste. âfuckkk, pleaseânow open up-ah fuck!â toji grabs your head as you lather his cock with your spit. âfuck.â kissing his base, just to get him even more worked up, knowing how much he loves seeing how big his dick is laying across your face.
âmy wifeâs so slutty,â he sighs, brushing your forehead where his tip oozes a little on your face. you come back to his tip, grabbing his base as you take him into your mouth. âgood girl.â
your stomach is full of butterflies. you love giving toji head, he always looked so hot from this position, especially post-match, his bruises still prominent and he was more needy. letting you baby him and give him head first.
a few tears slipped down your cheeks as toji held your head, cooing everytime you hum around him. âlook at me, mommy,â he grunts, balls swinging as you curl your hands around them, playing with his sack making his hips jerk. âshit,â you edge him closer, his heart beating quicker as you gaze up with your big tear filled eyes. the love of his life, the mother of his child, the most beautiful girl in the worldâ
âfhuckk,â his grip his tight on your head as the knot in his stomach snaps, blowing his load into your mouth. you pull away to breathe to catch your breath for a second, but heâs still cumming, ruining your face. you open your mouth again and milk his cock for more. âatta girl, fuck just like thatâŠ.swallow all of it,â he sighs, brushing your hair as you swallow so much of him. unbothered as it falls on your tits, your free hand collecting the mess and spreading it on his happy trail making him shudder. dirty girl.
your breathing heavily as he bends down, capturing your lips, smiling even bigger because your mouth is empty, having swallowed every single drop.
âmiss my cum?â he pulls away.
you nod, throwing your arms around his neck, hugging him close so he was just inches from your face. âthatâs not all, right? baby boy wants to cum inside me?â
âfuck,â he lifts you up, your legs wrapping around his waist. âyou like talking being a dirty fucking slut?â
âi know you like it,â you make the man laugh, because there was a blush coating his cheeks. you always surprise him. âwait the clothes,â you shuffle away, trying to grab the clothes before you head upstairs, but toji keeps a tight grip. slapping your ass.
âi got it, stay still,â he bends down to grab his pants and your things. he starts making his way upstairs, your tongue kissing and licking his face. the door quietly closing behind him, as you continue falling deeper and deeper into your head.
âmommy all horny now?â he coos, laying you on the bed as you buck your hips up.
âtake care of me,â you whine. thereâs his wife, so whiney and bratty. his lips meet yours, teasing you with his knee, watching you buck your hips against it.
âthought this was daddyâs reward, not mommyâs?â he pulls away, making your lip open, they were all wet and puffy from how much youâve been kissing.
âyou like it when i cum,â you hold his face, using the biggest doe eyes that always have him twitching, your pretty tits squeezed together as you brush his raven hair back. âwanna cum for daddyâŠ.uh Iâm so wet.â fuck, since when does role-play work so well on him?!
âfer daddy, aye?â he pulls your pants down, easily maneuvering your legs up so he can pull them off, your little thong soaked completely through. âyou came already?â
your finger plays with your bottom lip, a tell-tale sign of your guilt.
âmissed tasting you,â you lean up, wrapping your arms around the man, arching into him as you kiss his cheek. âyou came so muchâŠ.want you to cum inside me now,â your hand held his, pressing it between your legs making him groan at the slick that slips down his fingers easily. âwant you inside me, daddy.â
his cheeks were stinging so unbelievably turned on by you. â yâr fuckinâ killingâ me,â he groans as you slide your adorable panties to the side, head dropping against his as you watch his fingers sink inside you, more slick oozing down as you rub your hands up his neck. his deep green eyes half-lidded as he watches your face twist in pleasure. âlook at me.â
his heart skipped a beat at your pretty lashes fluttering up to meet his. âgunâŠ.cum,â you pant, jaw dropping as toji holds your waist up, already feeling your body shake as he quickens his fingers inside you, feeling you squeeze around him.
âthere ya go,â he praises, rubbing your clit in vicious circles, until youâre falling over. âshh baby, inside voices,â he coos, grunting once he feels your face press into his shoulder, cumming around him with a muffled cry. soaking his hand.
you barely have time to catch your breath, as he lays you down across the bed, tossing the drenched panties aside. his face between your legs making you cry out.
âwhatâd i say?â toji snaps, pulling away.
âIâm sorry,â you hold a hand to your mouth, put toji notices the way you clench around nothing. so he rubs his fingers through your sticky folds, and decides to do something he hasnât done in awhile. pinch your clit.
you couldnât stop the cry for escaping this time. tears filling your eyes as the manâs face sinks.
ânot gunâa listen now?â his body flips you over. âshow âme yâr pussy,â he demands. tongue peaking out to touch his scar.
âitâs embarrassing, toji,â you blush, breaking the little roleplay, because you really didnât mean to moan that loudly. itâs been a few years now of toji training you to only get loud when heâs got his lips around yours. but you were acting like his little slut againâ
slap!
your body jolts, pussy stinging at the slap he just gave you.
âembarrassed to show daddy your hole?â he rubs your pussy, his mannerisms so clearly inviting that you canât help but sink your body lower, arching your back further and spreading your legs even more. âthere we go, mommyâs so good,â he praises, making you whine.
âfuck me now,â you wiggle your hips, smiling when you feel his bruised knuckles brush your sopping pussy, playing with your clit.
âya gonna stay quiet?â he leans over, kissing your lower back, his face lowering to lap at your pussy. you whine, rolling your hips as toji sucks your slick into his mouth. âah fuck, need ya,â he suddenly looms behind you, pumping his dick aggressively.
youâre eyes are looking back, complete drool escaping your lips once his big hands splay over your back, lining his tip to your pulsing hole.
his tip pushes past your slick, you were so ready for him to thrust his full length into you, but this slow sinking in was much more mind numbing. your eyes slowly roll back as he fully bottoms out.
âtake me so well,â he groans, leaning over to kiss your shoulder over and over, fingers lacing around yours as he slowly pulls his hips back and going back in.
âtoji,â you turn, lips falling open as he groans. his dick was fucking melting at how good you are. the slow pace was tantalizing.
âbaby?â his fingers curl around your face, leaning down so his lips are close to your ear. his voice was deep and filled with heavy pants, âgunna fuck you like ya want, so donât wake up gumi, kay?â
you nod quickly. âkay.â
your eyes completely cross and toji was so unbelievably ready to fuck your brains out. all his pent up sexual frustration and his longing for you was so strong and overwhelming. he was fucking you so roughly, not just piercing your deepest spot, but sliding through your walls as his head went back.
his hand closed over your mouth as you came around him. a babbling mess when he pulled away and turned you over on yer back.
âtoji,â your mind was foggy as you reached out for him, legs pressed to your head as he gave you a toothy grin.
âwhat happened to daddy?â he slipped his tip back in, holding your sweaty thighs down as he pulled back and slammed into you. the position always making him reach the deepest parts of you. he pressed into your tummy as he kissed your cervix too many times.
âdaâddy,â your lips fell open, his dark hair falling over his eyes as he leaned down, lips melting into yours. you sucked on his tongue, as his spit collected in your mouth, always his little puppy. his chest pushed you into a deeper mating press.
âmommy likes daddyâs dick that much?â he grunts feeling you clench around him, it was getting easier to make you cum tonight. he felt a bad for making it seem like he was the only one that missed you, when it was so obvious tonight how much you also missed him.
he picks up the speed. his heavy balls slapping your ass making the room echo of fwap-fwap and your beautiful cries. âtell daddy how much ya want it, fuck cmon,â your eyes were filled with bubble tears.
âwant it so muchâŠ.want daddyâs cum! want my tummy fullâ ah ah toji!â your eyes slowly cross as he watches you get closer and closer, nails digging down his biceps.
âgunna fuck make mommy have another b-ungh baby.â the role play was getting into his head, reminding him of how fucking beautiful his wife is, solidifying the image that yes, heâll fuck her until the day he dies and give her as many fucking babies as she wants.
the moment your eyes crossed, his hand fell over your mouth, completely loosing all sense as you came, crying into his hand pushing toji immediately too. his dick was pulsing, dumping ropes and ropes and ropes of his cum. head falling to your shoulder as he fucked your pussy through his high.
his body was on autopilot, lazy thrusts following his desires. he couldnât stop cumming, the squelch and oozing that slipped out only had more spurts shooting out of his tip. completely coating your insides in white warmth. âto..ji,â your soft call had him sliding your legs down to his waist, lifting his head so gently, his own head going dizzy just by your expression and the amount heâs spilled inside you. you were the most beautiful, precious soul in the world.
âlove ya, baby,â he whispers, kissing you. you sigh, combing his hair as he gives a full body shudder, staying still for longer than usual before pulling out. he takes a moment to peck your lips before huddling over to the bathroom, cleaning himself off and returning to wipe you down.
tossing the towel aside, making you huff, he falls beside you. you roll over brushing his hair, as your eyes grow heavy. his hand coming up to caress your adorable cheeks. he guesses he really did a number on his pretty wife. smiling to himself for the victory.
knock. knock. knock!
your heart jumps into your throat. âwhy is he awake?â you whisper yell, toji rubs the bridge of his nose, only to wince remembering the bruise there.
âas if you werenât screaming yer head off,â he deadpans. your cheeks flare, annoyed at yourself, but then againâ
âwellââ
knock, knock knock!
you wince when you try to sit up. fuck, toji didnât hold back at all. his brow quirks, only to grin mischievouslyâ
âdick, go answer the door!â you shove him back, still struggling to sit up when toji cackles, grabbing a pair of clean pajama pants and tshirt (to hide the new scratches) heading to the door. youâre able to sit up and toss on a shirt once he opens the door.
âwhatâs up?â toji looks down at the kid, his little head tilted up as he rubs his eye, stuffed animal in his arm. megumi is silent.
your brows pinch, noticing megumi holding onto tojiâs pant leg. the fighter, places a hand on the boy, before kneeling down, his thumb brushing the kidâs bangs from his forehead.
âstill having those nightmares?â megumi nods.
âsum monster was screaming,â he explains. you hold your breath, cheek flaring.
âahh ya those monsters are real loud sometimes,â toji has to do everything in his power not to laugh because he can already feel the embarrassment and anger coming from you. âbut theyâre not real, so itâs all good.â he pats the kids head. but that doesnât help.
âcan you sleep with me?â megumi is looking at the ground when he asks.
âmommy isnât feelingââ
ânot mommyâŠyou.â the simple, quiet muttered words do a little too much for toji. his eyes so wide and his lips falling open. megumi looks back at his dad after the silence gets too long. âwhatââ
ânothing!â toji grabs the kid, lifting him up. megumi automatically sinks into his fatherâs arm resting his head on his shoulder, unconsciously feeling very safe. his dad is a superhuman after all.
toji doesnât hold back when he looks over his shoulder at you and sticks his tongue out.
once the two disappear down the hall, youâre left alone. stuck to the bed. head hitting the pillow as you gaze up at the ceiling.
so this is what toji felt like.
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height difference is my weak spot. now toji did it for me⊠i have no words
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note. super self indulgent once again woopsies
tags. jjk men x female reader (separately). fluff, suggestive themes. size difference obviously: reader is shorter than the characters. little hint of an age gap in tojiâs part (you; early 20âs, he early 30âs). reader gets referred to as âsmall, short, adorableâ. nicknames used âbaby, sweetheart, princess, little girl, angelâ. includes drabbles for each character.
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âwhatâs the matter, baby?â satoru easily notices whenever youâre internally debating something. youâd fidget with your clothes, look around and nibble on your bottom lip.
even if you say that itâs nothing, your lover knows that you mean the exact opposite. he walks hand-in-hand with you out of the boutique where he had bought you a pretty dress. his thumb rubs your skin gently, hoping to comfort you with whatever youâre struggling to say.
âitâs uhm,â you finally speak up. satoru halts his steps and tilts his head with a curious pout on his lips. he doesnât wish to pressure you into anything, so he keeps quiet.
his blue eyes follow your movements from behind his sunglasses. you step closer to him, your small hands travelling up to gently hold onto his jacket. you gulp before balancing your entire body on your toesâcreasing your shoes a bit by doing so.
at this point, satoru knows what youâre trying to do. your actions are absolutely adorable and make the sorcerer giggle. he wants nothing more than to squish your cheeks together for being so cute. especially because youâre failing to reach his lips.
âoh, do yâneed help maybe?â satoru asks with a smug grin. you frown and try to stand on the tips of your toes, though that didnât seem enough. your lover needs to lower his head a tad more for you to kiss him.
satoru tilts his head backwards instead. he loves to see you pout and struggle to carry out such an affectionate act. he canât help itâyouâre so fun to tease, âcâmon, you can do it, baby!â
when you give up due to his constant teasing, the white-haired man gasps dramatically. you smack his bicep and turn around with a huff, âforget it.â
before you can take another step away from himâsatoruâs hand reaches out to hold your wrist. he pulls you back against his chest, warm palm holding your cheek and tilting your head up so his glossy lips could meet yours.
âsorry,â satoru mutters against your mouth. his tongue sneakily swipes against yours which causes you to squirm. he gives your bottom lip a playful nibble in response, âcouldnât resist teasing you a little.â
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âwelcome home, dear!â you greet kento at the front door as per usual. he sighs in relief and smiles tiredly, appreciating your appearance before him. he seems utterly exhausted from his most recent mission.
âitâs good to see you, sweetheart,â kento shuts the door behind him. he takes off his shoes and places them where they belong before doing the same with his coat. he looks down at you as you help him tidy his belongings, âyouâre looking beautiful tonight.â
to say youâre flustered is an understatement. kento always knows just how to get you shy and embarrassed from the casual way he compliments you. youâre in your pyjamas and apronâbarefaced with nothing extra going on and yet your lover is completely engrossed by your looks.
âthank you,â you murmur back with a bright smile. kento smiles as well after seeing your happy expression. thatâs what he does it for.
you hold kentoâs hand and feel its warmth engulf your skin. his palms are a little rough; probably from the hard work he put into those recent missions he did. you look up at the blonde man in front of you and want nothing more than to kiss himâshow your gratitude for everything he does for you.
thus, you lean in and stand on your toes, balancing on one foot whilst the other floats a few centimetres above the wooden floor. itâs hard to find a balance, though your attentive partner is quick to lend a hand.
âcareful,â kento whispers, his voice so husky that you feel a shiver run down your spine. his big hands settle on your waist and he doesnât waste a single second after that.
he leans in as well, head lowered to yours and your noses lightly brushing against each other. kentoâs lips find your soft onesâinterlocking them in a passion filled kiss. you can feel his entire body relax even more. as if heâs waited all day to be back home. to be back to you.
to kiss and hold you close.
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âover here, princess,â toji calls you over with a subtle wave. heâs leaning against a brick wall, hands in the pockets of his black jacket. you walk over to him with an excited smileâhappy to spend some quality time together with him today.
âhey, i missed you,â you comment and wrap your arms around his waist. you nuzzle your face against his chest to which toji reacts by giving you an awkward head pat.
the older man lifts your head up and away from his body by holding onto your chin. his eyes run over your face, letting out a short content hum. heâs missed you a lot too. not that heâd tell you that directly.
âhowâs uni for ya?â toji asks. the pad of his thumb rubs your cheek and you lean into his touch. it brings a little smirk to his faceâseeing how easily you become putty in his hands is rather amusing.
âbeen okay for most part,â you shrug and fail to maintain eye contact with your boyfriend. he probably doesnât do it on purpose, but his half-lidded eyes makes your lower abdomen feel funny.
youâre still so nervous around him, though youâve got the guts to at least kiss him first. you missed the feeling of his lips against you after all. the constant, soothing rubs of his thumb against your cheek only intensifies your desire.
you lift yourself up on the tips of your shoes. your cold hands cup tojiâs face and he immediately gets what youâre trying to do. he snickers at the sight of you struggling to reach him and acts like he doesnât know what you want.
. . until you whine about how you really want to kiss him. that man is sold the moment he hears your whiny voice.
âfuck. câmere, little girl,â tojiâs veiny hands go around your waist and move down to cup your ass, his lips crashing down onto yours with a desperation heâs never kissed you with before.
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âdo i need to add salt? sheâs talking too fast,â choso ask whilst scratching his head. heâs watching a youtube video on his phone; specifically a cooking one. heâs attempting to copy a recipe in his kitchen and youâre helping him since he doesnât know too much about phones. and cooking apparently.
you giggle and grab the phone from the counter. the ladyâs words are incomprehensible due to the video being on two times the usual speed. you return the settings to normal with a light hearted chuckle, âyeah, because youâve sped up the video, silly.â
âoh,â choso smiles sheepishly. he checks the stove and makes sure the food isnât burning before turning towards you, âthank you. youâre a lifesaver, heh.â
you canât help but admire the view of choso in front of you. heâs in an apron which is too small on him since itâs yoursâhis chiseled chest accentuated by the fabric. his black hair is up in a small ponytail and his cheeks are red. probably from embarrassment.
âyouâre adorable,â you comment lovingly. chosoâs cheeks turn even redder by your compliment and he sputters some words about how he âneeds to focus on his cookingâ.
you interrupt his stammers by getting closer. your lover stops and his lips are partedâgiving you the perfect chance to capture them into a kiss. well, you try to at least
choso notices your silent struggles and blinks. it takes him a second to fully grasp the situation before he decides on helping you. he smiles warmly, his beefy arms effortlessly lifting you up to his height, encouraging you to wrap your legs around his waist.
one hand is on your thigh, the other holding the back of your head to deepen your shared kiss. choso pulls away and attaches his lips to your neck, settling you the counter, âwant more, angel. you drive me crazy.â
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JJK men's reactions to you using your safeword
Incl: Gojo, Geto, Nanami, Toji
cont: fem reader, established relationships, multiple positions, throatfucking, choking, asphyxiation, rough sex, squirting, dirty talk, aftercare, comfort, fluff
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Gojo:
Your knees were folded to your sides as Gojo stood behind you and bullied his massive cock into your cunt at an inhumane pace, the pleasurable pain making tears spill down your cheeks. "S-satoruuu-" You cried when he angled his cock to fuck right into your sweet spot, making you dizzy.
Your legs were starting to ache from the position he had you folded in, his hands under your knees keeping you snug there so you were unable to move, completely at his mercy as he manhandled you and fucked your cunt. "You look so pretty when you cry from my dick y'know that? Fuck I should take a picture." Gojo giggled, watching your face contort in the mirror in front of him.
You gasped when Gojo's cock suddenly slipped out of your pussy as he released you from his hold and made you stand on shaky legs in front of him--not for long though. The white-haired man then wrapped his arms around your torso, lifting your body off the ground a few inches as he slipped his cock back inside your cunt with ease as he started up that same brutal pace once more.
Gojo grit his teeth at how tight you felt in this position. "Oh fuckkk, baby look, I can see my cock through your stomach like this. I'm so fucking deep." He grinned, staring at the bulge through your tummy with a fucked out smile. You were caught too off guard to reply. He was right, he was deep, too deep.Â
You were positive that Gojo was hitting your cervix in this position, he was so fucking deep. His wet balls were pressed flush against your ass, making it so every inch of his massive cock was stuffed inside of you. "F-fuck T-toru t-too deep-" You cried, your nails digging into his arms that held your body as you grasped him for dear life.
It wasn't uncommon for you to cry and whine during sex with Satoru, which is why he didn't take your please seriously, per usual. "Oh yeah? I'm too fucking deep?" Gojo moaned against the shell of your ear, making eye contact with your teary eyes in the mirror.
You sobbed when he thrust harder inside you, his fat tip absolutely crushing into your cervix, sending a painful jolt shocking through your stomach. "N-no really-" He gave you a few more hard thrusts as you cried on his cock, that same fucked out grin on his face. "R-red Satoru red!!" You yelled, squeezing your eyes shut in pain, your nails digging into his arm breaking skin from how hard you were grabbing him.
Immediately Gojo stopped moving inside you, his previously cocky smile fading from his face in an instant as he pulled out of you and set your feet down on the ground. "Shit, baby, what happened, talk to me?" Gojo asked, keeping his arms around your body as he lowered the both of you onto the plush carpet in front of the mirror.
Tears continued to flow down your face as you caught your breath, your hands coming down to press against your pelvis as you felt the dull ache inside you Gojo's cock had caused. "T-too deep, it really hurt." You said between gasps. "I'm so sorry princess I didn't know you were serious," Gojo said honestly, his arms wrapping tighter around your body as he held you against him, his watchful eyes staying on your face in the mirror.
"'S okay, it just really hurt." You sniffled, keeping one hand on your pelvis as the other wiped the tears from your face. "No, it's not, I'm sorry I really should be more careful," Gojo replied, pressing soft kisses against your shoulders and neck, his warm hands rubbing over your body to try and get you to come down.Â
You stayed silent as you tried to catch your breath. "Good job for using your safeword princess, I'm so glad you said something. Never wanna hurt you like that." Gojo whispered after a while of the soft pampering kisses. You nodded in response, your breathing finally having evened out. "Thank you for stopping." You responded, one of your hands reaching behind you in the mirror to caress his cheek, making him look at you through the mirror.
He smiled softly at you before nuzzling his head into the crook of your neck. "Oh, course baby. Does it still hurt real bad?" He asked curiously, noticing how your hand was still pressed against your tummy. "It's a little sore...' nd I'm kinda nauseous." You replied, wincing in pain.
Gojo leaned into your hand that was holding his cheek as a silent apology before he moved his arms to scoop under your legs, one against your back as he picked you up with ease, cradling you in his arms. "Let's get you in the bath then I'll get you some tea, how's that sound baby?" Gojo asked, tilting his head at you for your approval. When you nodded he leaned forward and kissed your eye, swollen from your tears. You closed both eyes, letting his soft lips kiss the ache in your now dry eyes before he pulled away and whisked the two of you to the bathroom.
Geto:
The dark-haired man's hand pressed against your head, effectively shoving you deeper into the mattress each time he fucked his hips against yours. You gasped and whined each time you felt his hips connect with your ass, the fat of your ass rippling from the roughness of his thrusts.
"Take that fucking cock- take it-" Geto groaned, his one foot perched on the bed giving him the perfect leverage to fuck into you hard and fast. He had come home from a mission particularly worked up, saying something about how it went on longer than he thought and there were more casualties than he would've liked. So when you so graciously offered your body for Geto to take out his anger on, he would've been a madman to decline.Â
You didn't know he was going to be this rough though. It almost felt like Geto was distant somehow, his mind still in work mode. He threw his head back and let his eyes fall shut as he mindlessly thrust inside your pussy, the wet squelches echoing in his ears only fueling him to fuck you harder, faster, so he could hear more.
You cried his name against the sheets, your words coming out muffled from how hard he was shoving your face against the mattress. "Be good, be a good girl baby." Geto groaned, his head tipping down as his eyes found yours, which tried to look at him through your peripherals.Â
You were feeling an ache start to form in your back from how deep of an arch he had you in, and his head squishing your face against the sheets was making it hard to breathe. His hard thrusts knocking the wind out of your lungs didn't help. You didn't want to tell him to slow down though, you knew how worked up he was, and you could take a little discomfort, it was fine.Â
"Fuckkkk- you're sucking me in." Geto groaned. He pulled his hand away from your hip to land a couple of harsh smacks against the fat of your ass, one after the other, before he gripped the fat in his hand, his nails digging into your skin. That's when your mental state caved in.Â
You could take a little pain, you could take a little discomfort, but you couldn't take it anymore. You wanted to bite your tongue for Geto you really did, but the pain soon overcame the pleasure, the ache in your bones became too much and you still couldn't shake the feeling that Geto wasn't mentally here fully. All the factors combined made you lose it as you lost your arch and tried to escape Geto's grasp, crying out, "S-stop, red- red, s-top."
Geto was certainly fully there now, snapping out of whatever daze he was in as his cock slipped out of you as your body curled up on the bed, your arms wrapping around yourself in comfort as fat tears streaming down your cheeks.
"Woah woah, baby, cmere, shit come here," Geto whispered, pulling up his boxers quickly before he laid next to you and pulled your body atop his, his hands rubbing over your back as you stayed tense, your arms wrapping around his shoulders as you buried your head in the crook of his neck, sobbing. "I'm sorry, i-i'm sorry." you cried, the guilt of not being able to please Geto the way you thought you should've washed over you.
"Hey, no, why are you sorry? You did nothing wrong. What happened baby?" Geto asked carefully, trying to look down at you as you held onto his body for dear life, trembling in his arms. "I-it was too much." you sniffled, trying to catch your breath. "I'm sorry, was I too rough?" Geto asked, clarifying your words.
"Y-yeah, I felt like you were out of it... I don't know it sounds so s-stupid now that I'm saying it out loud," you whispered into his neck, your words coming out choked and choppy. Geto stayed silent, save for his whispered hushes as he tried to get you to calm down. "I shouldnt have said anything i-i'm sorry. I couldn't even k-keep my word." You added, referring to how you said Geto could take his anger out on you.Â
"No baby, you're allowed to tap out any time you're not comfortable. I don't want you to force yourself, that's why we have the safeword, right?" Geto asked, raising his eyebrows as he looked down at you, your head still buried in his neck. You nodded against his neck, he was relieved your sobs had turned into soft sniffles, he hated to see you upset.Â
"You're right though, today really took a lot out of me. I thought taking you up on your offer would make me feel better because sex with you always does, but I'm just not feeling right tonight, I should've told you instead of trying to take it out on you like this, I'm so sorry." Geto explained, his warm hands rubbing soothingly along the soft skin of your back, making you relax into him.
"I-it's okay Sugu," you replied, nuzzling your head into his neck deeper. "Is it okay if I just hold you like this?" He asked, softness lacing his tone. You smiled softly, shutting your eyes as you nodded, "Please." You replied quietly. Geto's arms squeezed tighter around you, he wished he could somehow be even closer to you than you were right now, he had this thought a lot.
"I love you, baby, I'll be more careful with you, promise." He said, tilting his chin atop your head as he shut his eyes, heaving a deep sigh as he absorbed the warmth from your skin. "It's alright Sugu, really. I love you, I'll make you feel okay again only by snuggling. Just don't let me go." You whispered. Geto felt his heart swell at your words, how could someone be so cute?
Nanami:
You lost track of how many times Nanami had already made you cum on his tongue. His fingers inside of you had been drilling into your sweet spot for so long you were almost going numb. Your insides hurt from the constant pestering but you couldn't deny that it did feel good, sex with Kento always did.
After almost four hours of continuous orgasms and berating from Nanami's tongue and fingers, you thought he would be done--and he might've if you hadn't just squirted, the release sending blood rushing to Nanami's cock as he was suddenly reenergized from watching your face contort as you squirted all over his face.
"K-kentooo-" You cried, your nails digging painfully into his scalp as he ate you out like a man starved, your pelvis bulging from the inside out as he finger fucked you like his life depended on it, expertly angling his fingers to press right against your g-spot. "You can take it, sweetheart, need to see you squirt again," Nanami mumbled against your clit, too fucked out and absorbed in eating your pussy to pull away from you fully.
Nanami had always been the type of man who ate pussy for his own pleasure, but he never took it as far as he did tonight. Something about you interacting so well with his students had ignited a fire inside him as his brain created fantasies of the two of you starting a family together, his mind using the visuals of you patting his student's fluffy pink hair as you cooing at your own child, one that you had created together.
"I- I can't I can't- P-please-" You choked on your own moans, your face contorting in painful pleasure as your head shook back and forth against the tear-stained pillow. Nanami had a deep blush spread across his face as he looked up at you, the only time Nanami's eyes had left your face this night was to roll back in his own head when the pleasure of eating you out became too much for him.
He looked so handsome, his chiseled face buried between your thighs, wetness messily smeared all over the bottom half of his face and the inside of your thighs, he truly was fucked out. "Just one more time then I'll give you my cock, gonna fuck you so full." Nanami cooed, saying his words like they were supposed to be comforting.Â
You felt your heart drop in your stomach at the promise of Nanami fucking you after this. In any other scenario, you would've been overjoyed to finally have Nanami inside you, as he always took extra time to stretch you out for him. But right now, you wanted nothing more than a break... or maybe a 14-hour nap.Â
You shook your head as you felt your orgasm come on, the sensation feeling sore in your tummy as it crept up on you. You were sure if you let this go on you were going to pass out, it was too much. You bit your lip and squeezed your eyes shut, thinking your actions over in your head quickly, to prevent this from going any further, before you decided to speak, "Red Ken- r-red-."
Despite how gone and fucked out Nanami was, he snapped back to reality in an instant, the clouds in his head clearing as he pulled his mouth away from your cunt, stilling his fingers inside you. "Red? You wanna end it right now?" Nanami asked softly, watching your face with great attention and concern as he breathed hard, trying to catch his breath.
You nodded, your legs fighting to press together to escape any more pleasure. "Alright, alright." You could tell Nanami was still a little out of it, but he complied with great haste. Slowly slipping out his fingers he sat up and allowed you to snap your legs shut, your sore cunt throbbing from how long Nanami had been eating you out. "I'm sorry sweetheart, I'm sorry, are you alright? I got a little carried away." Nanami said, blinking away the fogginess from his eyes as he crawled up to sit back against the headboard, pulling your body to sit on top of his.
Your hair was a mess, your face was wet with your tears and your eyes were all out of focus. You laid your head against Nanami's shoulder with a sigh and allowed your body to slump against his, relishing in the break you were granted. "I was going to pass out if I didn't stop you." You whispered, still out of breath as you heaved into his neck, your hot breath tickling his skin.
Nanami smiled in embarrassment as he held your body tightly against his, one of his large hands cradling the back of your neck, the other scratching up and down your back. "I'm so sorry, I didn't realize it was that hard on you my love. Does anything hurt?" Nanami asked. He leaned back and cupped your face in his hands, his disheveled look making you smile weakly at him, how did he manage to look so handsome all the time?
"It's a little... sore down there." You whispered, looking away as you felt your face heat up from his intense gaze. Nanami shut his eyes briefly, slapping himself internally for getting so carried away. "It's my fault." He said, biting his lip. "You interact so well with the kids I couldn't stop thinking about how you would be with one of our own." He said honestly, the already intense blush on his face spreading to the tips of his ears as he laid his heart out for you.
Your eyes shot back over to his in an instant, your eyebrows raising in surprise. "Y-you mean-" You started, your sleepiness getting put on the back burner as you put 120% of your focus onto the man in front of you. "I... fantasize about starting a family with you a lot. I guess it got the best of me today. I'm sorry, I really didn't mean to hurt you." Nanami said, averting his gaze as he spoke. You don't think you've ever seen him so bashful before.
"Kento you're so cute, so so cute." You said, a smile spreading across your face as you wrapped your arms around his neck, leaning forward as you peppered kisses all over his face. Nanami groaned as you smothered him with attention, simultaneously bringing him down with you and washing away the guilt he was feeling. "I know you didn't mean to hurt me, I should've said yellow though, maybe that would've eased you up a bit." You smiled, pulling away to look into his eyes.
Nanami's face scrunched in embarrassment at how carried away he got before he looked back to you. "I'll make it up to you. I promise." He whispered, leaning his head against the crook of your neck as he wrapped his arms tightly around your body, making your chest come flush with his. "I'll clean you up in just a moment, just let me hold you right now." He mumbled against your skin, his deep voice sending vibrations throughout your body.
"Take all the time you need Kento, I'm not going anywhere." You replied. You wanted to address what he had said about how he thinks about starting a family with you frequently, but you decided to not open that can of worms right now, in fear it would rile him up again if you revealed that you too, dream of starting a family with him.Â
Toji:
"Mph-nghh-" Vulgar, embarrassing noises spilled from your mouth, being forced out from your throat as you gagged and choked around Toji's fat cock. "Take that shit pretty girl- fuuuuuck-" He groaned as he gripped the entirety of your throat with his large hand, squeezing as he felt his cock bulge out in your neck.
You had your head hung off the side of the bed as Toji stood in front of you and fucked his massive cock down your throat, his heavy balls slapping against your upper face, making your eyes squeeze shut as he facefucked you. "Such a sloppy fucking mouth, goddd-" Toji grit through his teeth as spit bubbles and saliva pool out the side of your mouth, smearing onto your chin and his thighs.
All you could do was moan and cough around him as he forced his massive cock down your throat at a ruthless pace. This had been your idea, and Toji had practically jumped at the opportunity to try this with you. You told him you wanted to get better at taking his cock down your throat, so what better way to do that than to give yourself no other option? In this position the only thing you could do was try to breathe the best you could around him as he fucked into you like a fleshlight.
"Good fucking girl, taking me so well." Toji groaned, shaking his head as he looked down at your sloppy face and your eyes that were all out of focus, rolling back in your head. "So pretty." He said under his breath, biting his lip. Toji thrust his hips flush against your face, his balls pressing against your nose, blocking off any last air source you had as he stilled his cock inside you.
He gripped your throat harder, trying to feel his cock pulse through your neck as he cockwarmed himself in your throat. His eyes fluttered in his head as he let your throat squeeze around him, his balls twitching with how intense it felt. Your eyes shot open in alarm when you tried to breathe, but could not.
You were instantly kicked into fight-or-flight mode as you slowly ran out of air. To be honest, you would've been alright for another thirty seconds or so, but it felt so much scarier in that moment, you thought if you didn't get a breath in that second, you would die. You moaned in alarm around Toji's cock, the man just groaning and praising you in response when the vibrations went straight to his balls.Â
You thought fast, remembering your safe signal as you reached your arms up and tapped his thigh repeatedly. The consensus had been two taps, but you were panicking, so you gave him a couple more than two. It only took Toji a couple of seconds to realize you were using your safe sign before he was groaning an "oh shit" and pulling his cock out from between your lips, his hand abandoning the hold it had on your throat.
Strings of spit connected from your lips and chin to his cock as you coughed and sputtered for air when he pulled himself out. You spun your body around and sat right up on the bed as you fought to catch your breath, your hand coming up to grab your own throat when you felt how sore it felt. "Fuck baby, you alright?" Toji asked, reaching his hands out to push your hair away from your face, his hands grabbing your shoulders and rubbing up and down along them.
You couldn't respond yet as you continued coughing out the flem from your throat, trying to get a full breath of air before you spoke. "Couldn't breathe, huh? Were you scared?" Toji asked, his hands cradling your face as your coughing calmed down, your hand coming up to wipe your spit-slicked mouth with the back of your hand as you nodded at him.
"Shit, I'm sorry sweet thing. Didn't mean to scare you." He smiled at you, the scar on his face stretching as his lips curled up. Your eyes met his darker ones as his thumb slid under your eye to wipe away your tears, his gaze watching you carefully. "You wanna be done for tonight?" He asked, making sure you were tapped out completely. When you nodded he nodded back and reached one of his hands down to pull his boxers over his hard cock before he sat next to you on the bed, pulling your body close to his.
"Maybe that was too much too soon, huh?" He asked, his large hand rubbing the side of your head. You nodded, staying silent as he calmed you down, your heart still fighting to slow down in your chest, trying to recover from such a scare. "That's alright, we can take it slow next time. It was my fault, got too excited." Toji whispered as you shut your eyes and let yourself melt against his warm palm.
"You did so good though, y'know that?" He added, making you bury your head deeper into the crook of his neck, resulting in his smile growing. "Made me feel so good princess." He praised, rubbing your head soothingly. "Thank y-ou." You whispered hoarsely, your voice making Toji cringe when he realized the damage he had done to your vocal cords. "Let's get you all cleaned up and I'll make you somethin' for 'ur throat. You sound horrible." He laughed, ruffling your hair as he spoke.Â
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đđđđđ đđđđđđ!
⥠â đđđđđđđ: JJK men & their nasty, perverted habits . . . ft. gojo, geto, nanami, toji, & choso.
⥠â đđđđđđđ: MINORS DNI â fem! reader, reader wears a dress, drinking, smut, grinding, whining, riding, masturbation, panty stealing, touching, creampie, penetration, unprotected, etc.
đđđđđđ! - NANAMI
Kento Nanami is a gentleman.
He always opens doors for you, never shows up late for dates, and is truly an old-fashioned romantic.
However, he just canât keep his hands to himself.
The two of you are attending an important gathering related to his corporate job. Thereâs expensive drinks, classical music, and soft chatter.
You and Nanami make your way around, engaging in small talk while sipping on champagne, and Nanamiâs large hand is pressed against your back.
Youâre having a conversation with the wife of his boss, and Nanamiâs hand starts to go lower and lower, and he grabs your ass rather quickly. You keep your composure, but Nanamiâs breath hitches a bit as he clears his throat.
Feeling your ass, even just for a second, was starting to make him lose control.
âSorry, if youâll excuse us for a moment,â Nanami suddenly says before dragging you away.
He takes you into one of the bathrooms and shoves you up against the sink.
âKento,â you whine. âWeâre at a gathering.â
âI know,â he whispers into your ear. âI just canât keep my hands off of you.â
Nanami starts to grind his hard, clothed dick against your ass, moaning softly.
You simply looked too phenomenal in that dress. As his hard cock strains painfully against the fabric of his pants, the only form of relief came when your ass rubbed against it.
âWe need to leave,â he grips your hips, pressing himself against you even more as you gripped the edges of the bathroom counter. âIf I donât take you home now, Iâll cum right in my pants.â
đđđđđđđ! - GOJO
Satoru Gojo was ready to stuff you with his seed as soon as you both made it home after your wedding.
He had often dreamed about having children with you, but in particular, he wanted to fill you up until he couldnât physically cum anymore.
Gojo thrusted in and out of you at a quick pace. His hand was pressed underneath your knee as he held your leg back, as close to your chest as he could. You could feel him inside of you even more that way. The thick veins running along his cock rubbed your walls deliciously, and the way your body jerked from his thrusts were starting to make you dizzy.
And he couldnât get enough. By now, he had finished inside of you already, but he had to do it a second time. Perhaps, a third time as well.
His balls tightened as another orgasm started to overwhelm him, and he groaned.
âIâm gonna cum again, baby,â he warned. âIâm gonna cum deep inside of you. Youâre gonna take it all for me, right?â
You nodded eagerly.
âI gotta fill you up â I have to.â As another load of his cum shot out of his aching dick and inside of you, he pressed a hand down against your stomach.
âYou feel it?â He continued to thrust and moan. He needed to stuff you as much as he could. âYou feel my cum, donât you?â
âThereâs so much of it,â you said with a soft moan.
He was still cumming and cumming, and it didnât seem like he would ever stop. And, god, he hoped he wouldnât somehow.
đđđđđ đđđđđ! - GETO
Suguru Geto was a man who always knew what to say. His words were always powerful and wise.
They were also downright filthy, too.
No matter where you both were â at dinner in a nice restaurant, in the movie theater, at the airport â Geto couldnât help but press his lips against your ear, and whisper something he knew would get your panties wet.
Today in particular, you were both at the grocery store, waiting in line patiently with a cart full of food.
Suddenly, Geto pressed himself against your backside. To nearby shoppers, he simply seemed like an affectionate partner, but you knew what was coming.
Geto leaned down a bit, his warm breath patting against your ear.
âLetâs head home after this. I really wanna eat your pussy before dinner. Letâs see how much of your cum I can swallow.â
âSuguru,â you whispered softly. âWeâre in public.â
âNo one can hear me, sweet girl. I bet I could reach my hand into your pants and rub your clit, and no one would notice. Youâd like that, wouldnât you?â
âI-â
âShhh,â he smiled a bit, although you couldnât see it. âDonât worry. Iâll wait until we get home, but once we do, weâre gonna fuck and fuck all night long.â
He gave your ear a slow, little lick, and stepped away from you, grinning as he started to put the groceries on the conveyor belt.
đđđđđ! - CHOSO
âPlease,â a soft, desperate whine fell from Chosoâs lips. âMake me cum again, please.â
The gorgeous guy started to squirm around beneath you, attempting to raise his hips, chasing the feeling of your tight cunt around him.
âRide me again,â Choso gripped your hips. âPlease ride me again.â
He couldnât wait any longer. Slowly, he started to glide you up and down along his cock, moaning softly.
âYouâre so impatient,â you teased. Despite your words, you helped him out by pressing your hands against his chest, and riding him once again.
âOh my god,â Choso whispered. âFeels so good. Donât stop, okay? I need to cum again.â
Your pussy milked his cock until he could no longer form any coherent sentences.
âBaby, please . . . shit, baby. I canât hold it, I canât- please, oh fuck.â
Moan after moan fell from between his pretty lips, and without warning â he couldnât speak well enough to say anything â Choso shot another load of cum right inside of you.
You both paused to catch your breath, but not for long, as Choso started to squirm around once again.
âAnother,â he whined softly. âDonât stop, please. Do it again . . . I wanna cum again.â
đđđđđ đđđđđđđ! - TOJI
When Toji Fushiguro asked to come to your house, you thought nothing of it.
It wasnât unusual for him to come over, but little did you know, he had a habit of snooping around.
He liked to see what kind of things you had in your home, and eventually, he knew by heart what brand of toothpaste you preferred and whether you kept certain condiments in the fridge or in the cabinet.
But, his favorite place to snoop was in your bedroom.
Often, heâd say, âIâm gonna go piss,â while getting up from the couch and making his way down the hall. But he never went into the bathroom.
Heâd go into your bedroom instead and open your drawer, growing hard at the sight of your undergarments.
Heâd typically just steal one pair of panties and shove them into his pocket.
But it wasnât good enough.
After all, your underwear smelled like detergent. It didnât smell like you â or, more specifically, your sweet pussy.
That was when he snuck into your laundry room and went into your dirty clothes hamper, digging until he found the perfect pair of used panties.
He shoved them into his pocket, and returned to the living room.
Later on, when he got home, he put those panties right into his mouth, jerking off as he daydreamed about eating your pussy. It was magical, especially now that he knew how it would taste.
Then, he laced those panties around his hard cock, fucking his fist as he shot load after load into the soft material, moaning your name as he did so.
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When Toji starts talking to your pussy more than you is when you really start to lose your entire fucking mind and slip fully into his depravity. At this point you're sure your cunt can squelch out Morse codes. That's just how well heâs trained your pretty pink little pussy to speak to him.
Trust and believe they are having extensive conversations without you and you better not interrupt Toji when he is talking to his favorite.
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this is the most accurate gojo i have ever read and i guess i fell in love with this man againâŠ
âž manager in public, creampies in private - gojo satoru (hockey player/fwb!)
synopsis: His jinx â fucking the manager behind his coachâs back before every game â has become a rather risky ritual that heâs secretly developed over the years. With you, a regular pattern of his life, Satoru proposes a deal before his final game â the last time heâll confess, âyou wanna fuck me or do wanna date me?â
contents: wc: 15.2k(i am so sorry y'all.... i have no words for this), unedited. fem/afab!reader, she/her pronouns, reader is referred to as "girlfriend," pet names: baby, pretty, (there are so many), satoru calls himself daddy as a joke, locker room sex, fwb!, explicit language, p -> v penetration, creampies, lots of fucking. suguru moved to another uni. cunnilingus, squirting, fingering, teasing, mating press, doggy, gojo can carry the reader because heâs strong like that. little bit of Satoruâs pov..
The stadium is cold the moment you walk in. Itâs enough to make your cheeks mildly sting and send shivers down your back, leaving the tip of your nose to feel frozen. From the crisp smell of the rink thatâs been brushed out just moments prior, to the vibrant conversations of adults and the cheers from children anticipating the next game, everything tugged for your attention.Â
At the apex of winter sports, today will mark the champions for the national collegiate tournament for Division I Hockey.Â
For the normal attendee or avid fan of the sport, being there should be exciting.Â
But it couldnât be far more inapplicable for you. A nervous pit coiled inside your gut â a dichotomous force of friction that made your heart thump in anticipation, but your stomach churn in anxiety.Â
Your mind felt like a fuzz. Guess, it didn't help that your ears also felt plugged, with every sound muffling inside that annoyingly distorted your rational thought â or whatever was left of it.Â
Stumbling onto the bleachers with your cheeks feeling hot despite the chill that surpassed your skin, your legs felt wobbly while walking over to your designated seat as the beloved team manager; like a broken record, your mind replayed a moment you had not less than an hour prior.Â
âControl him from doing anything irrational off the courts. Thatâs your only job today.â the head coach warned before making his way out of the locker room, his thick calloused hand placed on your shoulder, his firm grip a forewarning to not disappoint him.
âWhatever he chooses to do on it, he can go crazy all he wants as long as he brings home the trophy. I donât care,â Yaga Sensei muttered, lowly chuckling as he hitched up his glasses, âyouâre good at your job, make the last one count,â he firmly stated before closing the door behind you.
Of course, that was your job and in no way were you going to fuck things up. Every game was the same: regulate your star player, do damage control for his unhinged actions, and babysit him â the prodigy for the University of Tokyo, from doing anything negative that the press could get their hands on.Â
Or in simpler terms: control your fuck buddy and do whatever it takes for him to not be so unfiltered â keyword: whatever.
You recalled the week prior, cringing at the aftermath of his actions, with you sowing the repercussions of damaging your almost perfect reputable reputation â a total disaster of an interview, the distress to your migraines you had every game day thereafter from both him and Yaga-sensei.
Granted, conducting an interview post-game wasnât fun for anyone especially when it was painfully knowing that the reporters were only interested in trying to leach out any information to make a viral post of the handsome center.
His articles sold, and any gossip obtained was always a hit.Â
His last article went viral â a hot topic of gossip in all outlets of social media, trending not only in Japan but in other countries as the hot man that kicked a reporter, Gojo Satoru, University of Tokyoâs center, and the most infamous, Gojoâs girlfriend. It was of a photo of Satoru midshot, kicking a reporter with his long legs easily reaching to their face with a cheeky smile while his hands were haughtily in his pants with a blurred figure hiding behind his back, nimble fingers grabbing hold of Satoruâs clothes.Â
Surely, pretty privilege very much exists when more than half of the comments of netizens were:
omg look at his legs! Heâs so pretty! That reporter deserved it.Â
damn, wish I looked that good kicking someone.Â
He makes me question my sexuality. What a beautiful man.
Definition of looks like a cinnamon roll, but would kill you.Â
Donât worry yâall! Thatâs me behind him! Iâm the girlfriend đ
SATORU HAS A GIRLFRIEND? IâM SICKKKKKKK
Is it weird to find this hot? I don't condone violence but if itâs SatoruâŠÂ
âSo Gojo-san, what do you foresee as your next plan to defeat your rival player next week? Can we expect some friendly competition?â The reporter asked, intently waiting to type up any information Satoru had to give.
Sludging over the microphone, his voice vacant of any enthusiasm, but instead endowed in annoyance, âIf he can keep up, then yea. Itâs been over a year since weâve been on the same court, I donât keep up with his updates but Iâm sure heâs been training on his own. Heâs good at what he does.â Satoru tiredly sighed, brushing his bangs over his forehead, while lightly clutching onto the mic stand with his other hand, âNext question.â
And of course, the rather infamous question he gets asked every interview.Â
âAre you currently dating anyone? Iâm sure you have loads of people wanting to date you.â Upon hearing the rather obnoxious giggle of the reporter, Satoruâs jaws clenched with irritation. âAny special plans for the New Year with a certain special someone, specifically maybe the one you were pictured with?âÂ
Getting questions about his private life wasnât out of the norm and was a regular occurrence. Usually, heâll flirt with the idea and throw a little bait to the reporters, but particularly on this day, it rubbed Satoru the wrong way.
âWhat a stupid question, donât you get tired of asking who Iâm fucking?â Satoru numbly responded with life drained from his eyes despite the rather harsh clench of his jaws, âWell, if youâre so dying to know, Iâm currently getting rejected on the daily by a rather oblivious person.â
âAny hints as to who ââ
âWhy?" he scoffed with a brow raised, unfazed, "so you can go harass her for information? Next question.â
âHello, Gojo-San could you explain about the rumors that are going around about your fallout with Kyotoâs new center?â Another reporter quickly rode off the previous questions.Â
âWhat rumors?â Satoru furrowed his brows, clicking his tongue against his teeth, briefly glancing at you off to the side. A fair warning that he was getting uncomfortable.Â
Talking about his ex-best friend was still a sore spot for Satoru, a breakup without proper closure.Â
It happened without a notice, a fallout that occurred in the middle of the season during Satoruâs sophomore year, and for a year heâs been silent until heâs made his return with the rival school.
Closing his eyes to calm himself down, fisting his hand as he clenched his teeth, Satoru annoyingly answered back, âWe just arenât on the same team anymore, nothing crazy about that. Itâs normal in sports.â
âWell, people are wondering if itâs true that he betrayed you to give the game plays away to his current team.â The man responded, his ignorance seemed bliss, but the malice undertone with the slight tilt of his upper lip told otherwise.
âBetrayed?â Satoru scoffed, the air in the conference room immediately felt cold, irked from the reporterâs nonchalance in picking at his ego, âthe only thing getting betrayed is you when your wife sucks my co ââ
On instinct, you rushed over to cover his mouth â fucking idiot â and quickly stated through the mic with a routined rueful expression youâve made one too many times â on behalf of this dumbass.
âIâm sorry, but weâll conclude this interview from here on! I thank you all for coming.âÂ
While leaving, you quickly glanced at Yaga-senseiâs disappointed expression, his jaws clenched as he watched you both hurriedly make your way to the locker room with Satoru trailing behind with your grip over his wrist.Â
You were one hundred percent going to get an earful from Sensei.
Gojo dumb fucking Satoru always making your life a complete hell; you were determined to chew his ear off.
âJust wait till we get into the lockers, Satoruâ you stated through gritted teeth, your grip on his wrists getting firmer with each step.
âYea? Ooo I like it when youâre rough with me,â he grinned, the utter audacity of him to take you as a joke, âwhat are you gonna do to me in the locker rooms?â he gasped, his voice innocent â itâs laughable, really â despite his breath close to your ears with his firm chest right behind you, taunting you to continue with your harmless threats.
Itâs cute and makes his cock twitch and quickly pool with blood whenever youâre being dominant â at least when you try to.Â
Opening the door, you snapped at him while taking a step in, âYouâre fucking annoying ââ
But things always seemed to take a turn to his advantage â always.Â
The milliseconds leading to the locker rooms were silent â silence breaking the moment you stepped foot into it with Satoruâs lips rammed to yours, his hands hungry for greater access to your body.Â
Youâre completely caught off guard when his lips come crashing onto yours. The slight grunt of his voice mixed with a hint of a whine when he pushed you against the lockers, your hands naturally landing on his firm chest, easily melting into his grip â a sinful vice heâd been swaying over your head like a pendulum for the past years every time you both snuck around to fuck.
âI fucking tried,â he groaned into the kiss while he rapidly unclothed you. The annoyance that heâd felt a couple of minutes prior all dissipated out and funneled to you. It was apparent in the sheer urgency of his hands ripping off your clothes that his patience was running thin.Â
âNgh, S-Satoru!â your chest felt heavy, your mind feeling fuzzy when you met his carnal gaze, âwe need to talk ââ youâre cut short when his lips latch onto your neck, his hot breath lacing up your skin as he pulled your arms upward and caged your wrists with one hand, while the other traveled down your stomach, straight to your heated core.Â
âTalk about what? How we fuck?â he moaned at the pleasurable feeling of your pussy being wrapped with his favorite cotton panties â the one he jokingly gifted for being his fuck buddy for a year â where soon heâll be able to play with your cum coated folds while he fucked you against the mirror walls.Â
âOh god,â you huffed in the split moment he pulled away to catch his breath when his fingers started stroking up and down your folds, the tips of his middle and ring finger playing with your tight entrance, âToru, w-we gotta talk, Yaga-sensei ââ
Scoffing out a chuckle, he let go of your lips, his teeth pulling against your lower flesh with his voice deep. He peered down at you with his orbs strictly dilated and dark, âArenât you cheeky? Trying to get Sensei involved.â His thumb brushed against your lower lip, the throbbing pain of your skin feeling sensitive when his calloused finger presses against it, âbut you need me to explain to him how we always fuck behind his back?âÂ
His hand traveled down your throat, his long fingers organically wrapping around your neck, a pleasing accessory around your neck, âIâd like that, too, itâs thrilling isn't it?â he taunted, his breath brushing against your heated cheeks, âbut I don't think Sensei will particularly like what I say.â
âY-your teammates ahh! ââ You barely could let out a whine when his lips came crashing again, gasping when you felt the suffocated tension of your bra unclasping, exposing your breasts to the damp, cold air, the buttons of your shirt falling to the floor, ât-theyâll hear!â you tried whispering.
âThey arenât coming,â He growled, â I locked the door,â his tantalizing voice contrasted with the sharp pain of his teeth biting into your shoulder, a dainty string of spit hung from his lips as he continued to paint your skin with his marks, felt all together euphoric.Â
âBut they're more than welcome to listen, we'll give them the hottest free porn.â
You can feel his hardened bulge being pressed against your hips, it was torturous to not cup your hands over his hefty cock. And he knew. He could sense it, feel in the way you pulled back into the kiss, the wanton sounds of your needy breaths pleasantly luring him to want more of you. Â
âI need you,â he groaned while releasing your wrists and leading them to his member, having your hands hold his throbbing flesh, now painfully pooled with blood, while he aggressively shoved down his athletic shorts, freeing his very erect cock to spring out.
It was a sight to see â his cock freely nodding with pre cum leaking out of the slit, his head flaring a bright red while his veins bulged down his length. You can feel your mouth salivating at the sight of tasting his pebbled release sitting so prettily on his head.Â
Itâs embarrassing how you were so weak to his touch, how desperately you wanted a taste of his release, to ultimately end up being completely stuffed with both his cock and his cum filling you up to the brim that it just had to leak out of your tight hole.
And it doesnât help how your mind becomes a blank slate the moment his fingers stroke perfect circles around your hardened clit, the sounds of his reciprocated desires to devour you echoed so licentiously through your ears.Â
And accustomed to, your insides perfectly carved with the shape of his length, your inner walls throbbed, clenched the moment his fingers â one, two, three â slowly stretched out your needy pussy.Â
âFuckinâ perfect,â his voice was teasing with a hint of impatience, âgood girl," he praised when he feels you innately opening up for him. "show me how much you can suck me in, I wanna feel every inch of you,â Satoru coaxed, âtrained this pussy so well, yea?â
Obediently nodding, your arms immediately latch around his neck, pulling him closer to your heated body. And with that, something short circuits in his brain the moment he sees you vulnerably so ready for him.Â
âYouâre so fucking cute,â Satoru purred, the playful glint of his tone was the opposite of the sheer force he had when he quickly propped up your legs under his arms, pushing you further into the locker room as he rammed his cock inside you, your back arching at the sudden penetration â a dichotomy of pleasure and pain as three fingers surely cannot suffice and prepare you for the length and girth of his cock no matter how many times heâs fucked you.Â
âHold tight,â he pressed a tender kiss to your forehead, his lips traveling down to your ears, tauntingly whispering, âI gotta swoon over my manager with a good fuck.â
Aggressively thrusting upward as the tip of his head searched for your sweet spot, your body folded from his strength. It doesn't take him long to find it â gummy and deep â especially when you're trembling and writhing in his grip. "because she just loves my cock, doesn't she?"
âTâtoru,â you moaned out, the sweet mating call of his name ringing pleasurable to his ears.
âWhoâs my good girl?â cooing as he placed a kiss on your nose, gently smiling despite his cock bullying past your wet, puffy folds, the sharp slapping of his skin meeting your thighs harshly echoing in the empty locker room.
And he swears he saw stars when he hears you.
 â âMe.â
Currently shaking off the memory you had a week prior, you had one job: stop that from happening.
Well, that being another disastrous interview session â sex just so happens to come with it⊠always.
Itâs not like you didnât enjoy his company. It was rather quite the opposite â you craved his touch and longingly wanted to be by his side despite your words stating otherwise.
In short, youâve been in denial. A secret youâve upheld since the realization that heâs crept into your heart and took much more space in it than you would like to admit.
Falling in love with the universityâs hot shot wasnât something youâve planned to do within your academic agenda. Being prompt with your studies, attending clubs, and enjoying time with friends while studying, with the occasional partying, maybe getting a boyfriend here and there, while accruing a job and work experience was part of the plan.Â
Not, him.
More specifically, loving Gojo Satoru, the bane of your existence, the pretty boy with an even devilishly handsome cock, thatâs won your heart despite being your fuck buddy, was not part of the plan.
It should be a universal law: to never fall in love with your friend with benefit. And if there was a fine for being defiant of such a law, you would be the one prosecuted and trialed for such a wicked crime.Â
And to no surprise, even today, you were no saint.Â
Moments before â
âYou know?â panting with his arms wrapped around your waists, thrusting upwards while he met your pace as you bounced on his cock.
With sweat dripping down his temple, he sucked onto your perked nipples, groaning when he feels you further tightening around his length â which was already snugly wrapped around him, âwe should seriously date,â he frankly stated.
âShut up,â you groaned, combing through his hair, adjusting your position to move your hips in rhythmic waves, the fire of your thighs making it difficult to withstand this position.
âWhy not?â he groaned while pulling you down, cradling the back of your head with one hand while the other motioned your continual movements, his firm touch gratifying and making you feel safe despite the vulnerability of fucking in a public space.Â
âIâI donât ahh âToru thatâs too deep! ââ moaning from the hitch of his hips, forcing himself to go even deeper, the tip of his cock teasingly poking at your sweet spot as his girth stretched you out â each motion helping him to bottom out.
Your eyes are brimmed with tears as you hold his hair, pulling against his strands while the other digs into his shoulders, marking up his body â it was so easy for him to make a mess of you in such a short time, and he loved it; absolutely craved for it.
âYou let guys that arenât your boyfriend,â chuckling while he pushed your body down, feeling your juices run down his inner thighs, satisfied at how nicely his cock was soaking in your soft walls, âfuckâ thrust âyouâ thrust âlikeâ thrust âthis?â
Despite the rather light tone of his voice, jealousy raged inside him. Because there should be no other answer than â
âNo â â your grasping at his back, using any part of his body to find leverage to mitigate the fullness you were feeling inside your tummy â the red scratches of his back and shoulders remnants of your relationship with him.
âGood,â he praised, gripping your ass with a sly smile teased at the corner of his lips, eventually blossoming into a brazen grin when he intentionally stopped his thrusts just to hear you whine out for him again, âand it should stay that way,â he confidently professed.Â
Dating Gojo Satoru. That would be nice.Â
Commitment issues? Sure, guess you can say you had that.
Insecurities? Most definitely so when your so-called partner was The Gojo Satoru â the university's hottest athlete currently in the process of being scouted to play in the professional league.Â
It felt all too surreal, everything inside of you was filled with him â literally and figuratively. From the way his lightly trimmed, now wet with your cum, hair tickled your clit to the way his cock filled every inch of you in one second only to be languid â slow and easy â pulled out and the next, rammed into you like a pistol releasing its bullet.
He usually took his time before games to fuck you, to enjoy and absorb your godly pussy power â he liked to always add while balls deep inside you with your thighs plastered to your chest, his weight pushing against your body, with the silliest smile despite the rather not so silly act he was doing with you.
A jinx, he liked to argue. A just happened chance of a one-night stand, now leading to years of fucking multiple times a week, under his solid impression that without you, there was no success.Â
Win after fucking. And a loss without it.
What can you say? Dick was good, but being in his arms felt even better.
Itâs a sin. But at this point, did you have any leisure to contemplate if thatâs even an option for you to not partake in anymore?Â
For someone that sleeps with drool coming out of his mouth, to the obnoxious thirst pics he would send only to you with an even more atrocious emoji âđâ with a little âhehâ at the end, he sure gave you butterflies in your stomach; his mere presence made you feel good.
Crying and fervently pleading, with broken moans while every crevice of his cock continually carved your insides with his template, âRight there! â fuck âToru, IâImma cum please!â and heâll reply with the most greedy moan as he pumped his seeds into your tight hole.
Satoru liked taking his time, but he also lavished under the thrill of a quick fuck. Desperately clinging onto each other, fucked into an absolute mess while he quickly rearranged your guts â that was his favorite.Â
âCanât talk anymore?â he smiles. At the same time, he painfully fucks you at a slow pace, âThought you were going to put me in my place?â cock twitching inside you when he notices how swollen your lips have become and the little squirm you release when you feel him growing within you, âitâs a shame, I like it when you curse at me,â he chuckles.Â
âShut up,â you tiredly croaked, âyou talk too much.â
âTired?â he breathed out, looking up with his lips slightly bruised from the feverish kiss you had with him just moments before he chose to open his mouth â the type with tongue with spit drooling down the sides, unafraid to use to teeth to bite and tug.
âMhm,â you quietly nodded, pulling yourself closer to his body.
âThought youâd get used to me by now,â he peppered your shoulders with gentle kisses, âyou know? by how much Iâve fucked you,â his touch now soft â almost fragile in the way he held you.Â
âYou wanna try getting impaled by this,â clenching on his shaft for emphasis while you relished in his comfort, âand then tell me if you can get used to it too?â
âRelax,â he coached, chuckling as the padding of his fingers gently massaged your hips and eased out at your muscles, âI hear ya, just lean on me a bit.âÂ
The warmth of his skin felt nice. The touch of his hand pressing against your body felt like electricity pulsing through your body while the circuits of your neurons flashingly fired to cause the heat of your core to spark in flames when he pressed tender kisses against your shoulders â one too gentle and comforting for a fuck buddy to be doing.
âYou know,â he hummed, âdating me wonât be all too bad.â
âSure,â you thoughtlessly answered back, snuggling your face into the crook of his neck, taking a whiff of his natural scent.
âYou like me,â he placed a kiss on your temple, âand I think weâre pretty compatible,â he continued to kiss areas of your face, spending time to adorn every inch, âSex is good, and Iâm hot, so I donât see why you wonât date me?â
âWho said I liked you?â your useless pride spoke before you registered his confession.
âRude, whoâs the one that wonât let me go in the mornings?â scowling as he lightly flicked your head. âand you mumble when you sleep, you know?â he smirked, the tilt of his lips teasing, his crystal blue eyes half hidden from his lids as he briefly looked down at your swollen lips, âitâs cute, but I would rather have you confess to me when youâre not half asleep.â
âYou freak,â pouting as you tried hiding your face, embarrassed that you unknowingly outed yourself yet still chose to proudly reject his confessions.
âHow about this,â looking up with eyes sparkling with anticipation, âif I make the last point, then you go on one date with me.â
âIs there an option to decline?â
âNo,â offended you would say such words, you could practically see every aspect of his demeanor â hair, face, eyes â all simultaneous sulk in unison.
âThen what if you donât make the last shot?â
âYou wonât need to worry about that,â he cheekily smiled, cupping your face to place a soft kiss on your nose before reaching your lips. You can feel his cock starting to harden and twitch, evident from the small hitches of his hips to burrow himself slowly into you.
Leading you into a kiss, pushing you upward to give a little space for him to squeeze his cock inside you, the patience within him to wait for you to slowly sink onto his length again dissipates the moment he hears you tease.
With your mouth gaping open, and eyes tightly shut while your nails dug into his chest, barely managing to garner the strength to go for another round, you always talked so big. âYouâre prideful to think one date can win me over.âÂ
âI mean I already have,â shrugging as he leaned back on his elbows, scanning down to see where youâre both connected. it's arousing when he sees your pubic bone perfectly nestled on top of his, âYouâre the one thatâs sitting on my cock, no?â
âyour mouth is the problem, Satoru,â rolling your eyes while you pushed him away, the heat of your cheeks burning up just as the core of your stomach flared up and coiled inside you.Â
Pulling you back, tilting your chin to meet his wanting eyes, âHey hey, look at me,â he softly breathed, âIâll be good to you,â he whispers, âI donât go fucking around other girls, itâs just been you. I promise.â
â âToru ââ you feel him slightly adjust his hips and in tandem, his cock moves deeper inside.
âShh⊠just trust me,â shoving the rest of his shaft fully inside you, clenching his jaws and immediately wrapping his toned arms around your waist. From the sudden suffocating tightness surrounding his size combined with the pleasurable sensation of you writhing in his arms, he knew today was going to be a good game â his career best, at the least.
"I'll prove it to you. I'll win."
"what if â"
And through gritted teeth, while he steadies himself inside you, with each breath he emphasized, the gushing of your wet pussy coating his cock, and the desperate whimpers of your moans sounding so organic and delicate in his ears as he prepared you for another climax,Â
âShh... you should know that best, princess. I always finish the job.âÂ
âÂ
Squirming in your seat, heart racing as you watched Satoru belatedly enter the rink, shaking out his white hair before putting on his helmet â droplets of sweat peeking through from his prior rendezvous, the slight bliss on his cheeks blooming with the puff of smoke huffed from his mouth.Â
Swiftly skating to his teammates to start on warmups, donning a blue and white jersey with white lettering with the number 6, there was a divide of a deep chant of his name coupled with the shrieking enthusiasm of his fangirls whenever he effortlessly made a practice shot. Whenever he slightly even glanced over to the audience, there was a roar of adoration.
âKeep it all in for me, yea?â the source of your migraine chuckled as he held your trembling body. His hands naturally moved to lightly massage your sore hips, the huffs of his solid chest inviting you to breathe and wind down.
In response you reached up to pinch his nipples, groaning from exhaustion, "pervert..."
âitâs my last game, so be nice to me.âÂ
Fucking you till the last minute he could spare, Satoru decided to be cheeky and shoot his cum so deeply inside you. Huffing curses close to your ears as his arms pulled you further down on his cock, nearly piercing you with his length, his member pulsing with every splurt of his seeds pushed into you.
In conclusion, youâre now sitting in your seat, not daring to move for fear that it will spill. He was usually good at cleaning you up, taking his sweet time to kiss your cheeks and brush his bruised lips against your skin as he steadied his breath. But maybe it was from the nervous thrill he had of meeting his once friend, or the pent-up frustration of this past season thatâs gotten to him, but one thing for sure was that Satoru came a lot â your wet panties currently pooled and soaked in his cum being proof of it. Â
âWhat took you so long, was looking all over for you?â Someone chirped behind you.
Flustered from hearing his voice, you quickly turned around, flinching when you felt a lump of fluid squeeze out of your pussy.
Cheekily smiling as he pulled up his skates while apologetically smiling, âI need my strings fixed⊠wondering if you had any extra?âÂ
âHaibara-chanâŠâ you forced out a chuckle, trying to shake away the sudden surprise, lightly shaking your head while you took his skates, âIâm starting to wonderâŠâ slowly untying his laces, the cold stadium making it a bit difficult for your fingers to grasp onto the material, âif youâre doing something fishy with these?âÂ
â... That's Gojo-san,â Haibara mumbled under his breath, sitting down on the bench, the clothes of his uniform oddly too big for his growing physique, âIt just somehow ends up getting worn out all the time,â the younger man sulked, âI blame Yaga-Sensei for running us so hard during practice.â
âMhm,â you hummed while searching through the team bag to find a new pair of white laces, âIâm teasing, Haibara-chan,â opening up the fresh pack to string his skates, âjust promise me, you wonât be like him.â
âHim?â Haibara curiously asked, cocking his head to the side, his blunt bangs moving with the angle of his head.
Yes, Him â the one whoâs currently in a headlock from Yaga-Sensei for completely blowing off the pre-game interviews.
âAh, guess youâre referring to Gojo-san,â Haibara looked into the field, and took a glance at you, âbut you like him, no?âÂ
âHuh?â you felt a sudden pang in your stomach when hearing those words.
âSorry! I meant like friends!â He raised his hands to rectify the tension from your question, cheeks blushing in embarrassment. âYouâre close to him, right? We've noticed you both spend a lot of time together,â he hummed.
âAh, yeah⊠I guess,â you softly answered, barely audible.
âHeâs handsome and friendly, awfully a good athlete, and is smart too?â Haibara was practically bouncing on his seat while bragging about his beloved senpai, âThereâs practically nothing the man canât do!â
âSure⊠but heâs the most insufferable human Iâve ever met in my life,â you grumbled, slouching in your seat to hide your face from possibly showing any emotion while talking about him.Â
âReally? Wow, Iâm jealous,â he whispered, yet his voice chirped in adoration, âmaybe he just really likes you, you know⊠like how close friends do that to each other! â
Close friends.Â
Guess the dynamic of the relationship was of close friends but⊠not with a good conscience â close friends with benefits.
Despite the nature of your relationship with him, he wasnât what you imagined. Indeed, you both didnât start with the most cordial dynamic. You hated him and despised his guts when he âaccidentallyâ stepped on your white shoes while he rushed out of the lockers.Â
Normally you wouldnât mind. Accidents happen and you werenât particularly fussy about those things to care. But when the contender that stepped on your shoes had size twelve feet, a literal giant compared to yours, of course, youâll get livid â especially when the dirt of his soles made your shoe look gray from one step alone; furthermore, when he didnât dare to say a simple sorry.Â
You recall grunting, mumbling curses at the stupidly tall asshole, with an even stupid smirk on his face while cleaning your shoes with a toothbrush during the middle of the night. You slept with the intent to kill him the next morning and make his life a living hell when youâre introduced as the teamâs manager.
But guess what, Satoru would always have the upper hand. Before you can even introduce yourself, heâs stiffly walking towards you with a hand awkwardly scratching the back of his head while pushing something in your direction.
âHere,â he stares off to the side as he hands you a shopping bag, âI wasnât sure what size you wore if it doesnât fit, you can exchange it.â
âWhat?â you eyed him, unsure why he was acting so weird.
âSorry, we got off on the wrong foot,â Satoru lamely threw out a pun, hoping the tension would ease out with a small laugh, instead he was met with your unfazed expression.
âtough crowd,â he softly murmured, sighing before leaving the room, âwell, the receipt's in the bag if you donât like it.â
Suspiciously eyeing the bag, you took out the box and opened it. Inside was a pair of shoes that were similar to the ones you wore yesterday before he ruined them, with a little note inside and a rather cute drawing of himself.
âHope we can get along. Welcome to the team.â
You felt acid slowly creep its way up your throat, gurgling in your stomach, making it painfully difficult to succumb anymore to this conversation. A stamp of reality that Gojo Satoru may possibly, after this game, become nothing more than a fever dream.Â
Itâs silly, really. And it was even more ridiculous how you pulsed in your seat, longingly wanting that he would win â not for his own success, but for yours.
âSometimes I wish he would be ââÂ
âYu and Kento, get your asses over!â Despite being from across the rink, Yaga-senseiâs voice boomed as if he was right next to you, breathing down your ear.Â
âI think Sensei is calling for you guys,â you interjected, kindly smiling with your eyes as you passed on his skates.
âOh shit!â His eyes rounded, face paling and body antsy in his seat, âAhh thank you for stringing these for me.â Bowing multiple times in gratitude as he reached over his skates, âNanami! We gotta go!â
âTell Sensei Iâm not here.â You could hear his faint voice coming from the corner, his thick jacket covering his whole body with only his laced skates peeping from the bottom.
âIâll give you five seconds, â Yaga-Sensei threatened, âor youâre both running laps around the field till you drop tomorrow.â
âYes, sir!â Haibara immediately stood up, quickly dragging his fellow blonded friend along with him â for someone less enthusiastic about his games and practices, Nanami was always fully dressed for the game.Â
âAhh Gojo-san! Look this way!â
âGAHHH! Gojo-senpai is coming here! My phone! I need a picture!â
The shriek of his fans' screams painfully rang in your ears.Â
The chant of his name gets louder, the shrill becoming overbearing when you notice him skating towards your side of the stadium.
âDonât you dare come here,â you mouthed, your eyes shooting daggers at the smirk on his face.
You could tell â no, you could feel every inch of your body being observed by the audience, daggers being sent in your direction.Â
Did he just fucking wink at me?Â
It was infuriating just how normal he was on the court while you writhed in your seat, having a mental shock whenever you felt a hot gush of viscous fluid drip onto your panties.Â
Satoru makes a crisp stop in front of you, taking off his helmet and shaking his hair. It was comical the way his fans fell to their knees, girls practically foaming at the mouth and guys mentally noting how to up their rizz game like the athlete.
Opening up the side door, he leans against the railing with his elbows resting on the surface, âyou good?â he arrogantly asked. Though his words sounded caring, the slight mischievous twinkle in his eyes told otherwise.
âWhat do you think, Satoru?â You hissed through your teeth despite the friendly smile you gave him.
âGood girl,â he whispered out, just enough for you to hear, â wouldnât want you to waste any of it.â
âGojo Satoru, I swear ââ
The stereo briefly shrieks before announcing, âLadies and Gentleman! Here come the visitors onto the rink! Give them your loudest cheers!â
Immediately you can see his jaw clenching, and the once vibrant color of his cerulean eyes becoming a shade darker as he turned around to face the opposing team. his gaze specifically lands on the team captain â Geto Suguru, Kyoto Spartanâs center.Â
âAre you going to be okay?â softly placing your hand on his forearm, worried he wouldnât be able to control himself and act on his emotions.Â
âYea,â he turned around half-heartedly chuckling as he looked down at your hand comforting him, only to look up with a smug look on his face, âyou worried about your soon-to-be boyfriend?â
âIâm being serious, Satoru,â you lightly gripped his arm, the look of your eyes solidified his one of many reasons why he fell for you in the first place.Â
You were kind. well, kind enough to accept all his bullshit.
âI know, and I am, too.â He calmly reassured with his gloved hand placed over yours, âItâs gonna be a good game, and I gonna make you my girlfriend, so don't fall too hard, okay?â Satoru playfully winked, briefly squeezing your hand before leaving you to join his team, âIâll be fine, worry about me after the game because Iâm going to need it.â
Today would mark the champions for the Mens Division I finals: the Tokyo Trailblazers vs. the Kyoto Spartans.Â
The final terminus of once childhood best friends, Gojo Satoru and Geto Suguru, now stood on opposite sides to be the final victor. Star players of both universities who played together till two years ago now stand as rivals at the collegiate championships.Â
âEyes on the puck at all times,â Yaga-Sensei forewarned, âYouâve practiced with Suguru, and knowing his playstyle should be second nature, by now.â taking a glance at Satoru in his zone, eyes fiercely determined yet his composure was calm, âheâs not in our team, so play aggressive. Donât ever fall behind Satoru, keep up at his pace and pass when you see the moment.â
âYes sir,â the team harmoniously responded.
âYu and Kento, remember to be careful, be vigilant and sharp, especially you, NanamiâŠâ Yaga-Sensei cautioned, the lines of his furrowed brows behind his sunglasses deeply cut into his forehead, âNo one else knows your position better than Suguru.â
Sophomore year, summer â
Jinx. noun. An evil spell; a person or thing supposed to bring bad luck.
It all started during your second year of university.Â
Just like how everything just happens, so does your relationship with Gojo Satoru. It started naturally â or you would like to convince yourself.Â
You were the teamâs manager by title, and Satoruâs freelancing PR manager in private.Â
âWhy the fuck do you always have to make my life miserable!â You hissed at Satoru uncaringly stuffing his clothes from his locker into his bag, âSenseiâs gonna kill me tomorrow,â you groaned, leaning against the lockers and sliding down to the cement floor.
âI think thatâs a you problem,â he hummed, taking a glance down at you before he continued to pack his bags, âI told you, I wasnât going to do that interview, especially after that shitty game.â
âYou're doing this on purpose huh?â you numbly asked, the throbbing pain of your head making you feel dizzy, âyouâre just a prick that canât accept a loss.â
âNot exactly,â he nonchalantly responded while closing his locker, clicking his tongue in annoyance, âI just didnât want to answer the same damn questions I get all the time, thatâs all,â he stroked his hair back to expose his forehead before crouching down, leaning on his elbows, manspreading to your level while sitting on the bench, âitâs nothing personal, princess,â he winked.Â
His face was dangerously close to yours, almost as if he was taunting for something more than just a petty banter â especially in the way he titled his face, making it so easy to just â
âI wanna strangle you sometimes, you know?â you huffed out, glaring at him gloating down at you with the most irritating grin to exist.Â
Maybe it was the anger that blinded your senses but strangely he looked so fucking handsome, especially in his gray sweats that â you scanned him from top to bottom, and you can almost see the definition of his crotch through the lining. he was big.
You can almost bet the pink of his lips was so soft to touch, and plush to suck â what the fuck were you thinking.
Smirking when he caught your gaze on his lips for a second too long, he drew even closer. reaching down to grab your wrists to grip around the collar of his shirt, licking his lips while he challenged, âItâs your lucky day, Princess. Try me.â
Starting is always the hardest, the rest is easy.Â
you wanted to kiss him, badly. clenching onto his shirt with a million thoughts spiraling through your head, mentally cursing him with every possible word you knew. Everything soon became quiet the second your eyes zoomed in on him licking his lips â it was absolutely perfect â glossy with a perfect shade of pink that seduced you into agony.
So without thinking, your lips go crashing onto his. The harsh breathing through your nose sounds impatient and gruff. Kissing him, with teeth clashing and tongues fighting for dominance, Satoru immediately reciprocated by pulling you up to his firm lap.
âYou wanna fuck me so bad, donât you,â he panted in between kisses while his hand sneakingly ventured under your clothes to unclasp your bra and while the other pushed its way into your pants, harshly groping onto your soft ass.
Despite the tease in his voice, the quick speed of his hands curiously touching every inch of your body, groping and clawing, showed otherwise but leisure.Â
âyou started it,â groaning as you threw your head back, allowing his lips to peck kisses on your skin and for his tongue to trace up to your chin.
âYouâre so honest when youâre needy,â he chuckles, âpractically fucking me with your eyes.â Satoru always had a way with his words. He always irritatingly managed to get under your skin, as if he had an encyclopedia written on how to annoy you, he was practically an expert at it by now.
Normally you would scoff at his ego, and throw in curses just for some flavor. But you fell silent, pussy suddenly clenching on the air when you took a peek at Satoru, easily pulling off his shirt with one hand. His warm body was draped in a perfect muscle tone while he molded your breasts to his palm, his mouth sucking on your nipple, tongue tenderly swirling around your areola.Â
ângh shut up!â you rasped, âyouâre so full of yourself.â
âHmm,â he sounded pretty humming in response. Using his lips as a decoy to distract where his fingers were trekking towards, he pulled your panties off to the side to slip his slender fingers to touch your pussy â throbbing, warm, and laughably wet.
âletâs see,â groaning when he feels the warmth of your core, and your viscous juice coat his fingers. He swears thatâs enough for him to cum in his pants but with all the willpower he had, he didn't â he couldn't until he's at least fucked you a couple rounds and has gotten a taste of your pussy â he lowly chuckled, âwhere youâre weak, princess.â
you gasped out a quiet, âfuck mhm, right there âToru â j-just like that â please,â while tugging onto his hair, the hiss through his teeth sounding so melodic to your ears.Â
With your fingers harshly entangled in his hair, you tried to register how this all happened. Your clothes were one by one thrown onto the cold floor, with Satoru now shirtless as he littered your bosom with tender kisses, holding you behind your curved waist while you pressed your chest further into his mouth, to feel the gratification of his warm tongue sucking on your nipple.
As his fingers stroked up and down your folds, the lewd noises of your erection squelched loudly while his mildly calloused fingers rendered pleasurable friction to your clit â a new, profound sensation youâve never felt before, especially not with your fingers or even your most reliable toys.Â
And it felt good â so fucking good.Â
âyouâre so soft,â he pulled out a groan deep in his throat, âhold onto me,â he ordered, his tongue trailing up your chest while he switched positions to have you lie on the bench.
Quickly pulling out his hand from touching your cunt, to strip you from your pants and throw them off to the side, he smirks when he hears a subtle whine subconsciously release.
âNo â âToru please ââ
That's all he needs to hear. Satoru doesnât waste a second before heâs crawling between your legs and meeting your dripping pussy.
itâs wetâso wet, he can see it through your damp panties. He almost wants to chuckle and tease you a bit. call you out on your ego, but the ache that shoots down to his cock, painfully throbbing in his briefs, banging to be freed, reminds him that heâs in no position to tease you when heâs not faring any better himself â probably worse and much more needy, desperately wanting, than you can imagine.Â
âI got you,â he huffed, pressing a tender kiss on your knees before spreading out your legs to settle in between them, his eyes soaking up every inch of your pussy to have it practically memorized, âI just wanna see you a bit.â
Pulling up your panties and seeing your puffy folds perfectly enveloping the fabric made his cock twitch, forcing his hips to push his hardened bulge against your needy core while a tantalizing, static pulse ripped through his body.
The thick padding of his finger pushes against your flesh. And if there was a pageant for the prettiest cunt, Satoru was goddamn sure you would win. especially with how your pussy softly recoiled every time he poked your wet flesh, simultaneously eliciting an even prettier, desperate moan.Â
âgod youâre fucking wet,â Satoru purred as he played with just how thick your juices strung onto his fingers, âprettiest pussy Iâve ever seen,â he delightfully praised under a solemn breath.
âSatoru,â you gasp in embarrassment, hands reaching for his hair and tugging him closer to where you need him most.Â
So what better way is there than to play his own game â to tease and have him be the one yearning, begging at his feet.
âYea?â gaining a bit of your conscience to lean your weight on your elbows, instead of needly lying on the bench, expecting Satoru to do something â anything, fast, âyouâve seen other pussies? Thought you were a virgin,â you teased while looking down at Satoru, pushing his bangs away from his eyes â his white hair a mess, cheeks heated and eyes dark and dilated.Â
but, itâs his game. no one knows the rules better than he does.Â
So instead of your expected reaction, Satoru chuckles, and takes his time to spread your folds open with his thumbs, blowing air while he watches in wonder as you flutter around nothing. your hole pulsates in desire as arousal drips and leaves you into a burning mess.
Itâs perfectâyouâre perfect, everything about you is what heâs dreamed of â no, itâs better, far better than what he's fucked his fist to all this time. Â
âCute, you think so highly of me,â he snorted, unfazed by your mockery, eyes still focused on your pussy, âbut you can see for yourself ââ Satoru fastly pulled you down, causing you to yelp in shock at how strong he was. his face was now dangerously close to your leaking core, fingers delicately spreading out your folds, to uncurtain your pulsing hole and clit, contently smiling in adoration.
ââif Iâm a virgin or not.â
âdo you even know where the cliâ oh my god,â you sobbed, the heaves of your chest becoming greater the moment you feel Satoru suck on your hardened bud, the plush of your thighs pushing against his head, curving your back as you pulled onto his hair, breathless from how he, too, was desperately eating you out.
itâs jaw dropping hot when his veins bulge and Adamâs apple bob while he gulps down thick saliva mixed with your sweet cum down his dry throat, his palm presses down your stomach to keep you pinned from squirming away.
he hears you and feels that you want him to. so he works, he works till his forearms burn and his biceps beautifully flex every time he fucks his finger into you, completely stretching you out, expertly adding more of his fingers to see your tight rim around his fingers clench in needy desire.
It doesnât take him long to make you cum. Perfectly in tandem with the pressure of his mouth sucking your clit, to the rhythm of his finger inching deep within to find your sweet spots, guess, itâs not a surprise it takes him less than two minutes to locate it and another minute for you to be gushing. Quivering in his reign, the pleasure overwhelming as you came in his mouthâ itâs almost painful how euphoric it felt.
Sucking and lapping every last bit of you while steadily pulsing his fingers in and out as you slowly came down from your climax, it wouldnât be Gojo Satoru if he didnât get the last word.
Letting go of your abused pussy with a soft kiss to your clit, his lips down to his chin were drenched, glistening, and dripping with your cum.
âYou were saying?â he grinned.
Two hours thereafter, that day, Gojo Satoru performed a career-high of scoring seven goals.
Day of finals, thirty seconds till the game starts â
âNanami,â throwing his arm around his Kohai, "I always knew you would be most fitting for this position,â a gentle voice welcomed himself.
âGeto-san,â Nanami's voice was emotionless, âyouâre more than welcome to come and take it back,â the junior sarcastically jibed.
âMe? Donât know if Satoru ââ
âGet away from him, Suguru,â Tokyoâs team captain cut the rival off, âthe gameâs about to start, Nanami.â
Suguru shrugs while Nanami swiftly strides to his position as right-wing, carefully watching the scene behind Gojoâs back.
âSatoru!â The raven-haired now standing in front of Tokyoâs center amicably called out, eyes forming a crescent behind the thick black and white helmet, âlong time no see.â
Satoru was straight to the point, desperate, âwhyâd you leaveâŠ?â
âNo hello? My⊠Satoru,â the other chuckled while he comfortably situated his stick, next to the puck while both teams waited for the starting bell to ring, âwhere have your manners gone.âÂ
âare those rumors true?â Satoru asked while lowering his stance, preparing himself to get the first puck to start the game.
âThe rumors?â Suguru questioned, a slight twitch of his lips giving away his faux innocence, âOh ââ scoffing while reciprocating Satoruâs actions, âAhh, the one about me being a traitor?â
âSuguru, I know you. Tell me the tru ââ
A loud buzz echoes in the stadium, Satoruâs words falling blank under the blaring cheers of the fans.
âTaking the lead ââ the announcer reported live through the blaring amplifier.
âGuess, weâll both have to see how much you know me, Satoru,â Suguru swiftly stated in the milliseconds of passing Satoru, speedily making his way for the opponentâs goal.
ââ ladies and gentleman, has the Tokyo Trailblazers finally found their match? The Kyoto Spartans will take the lead with player Geto Suguru setting the pace!â
The second period, five minutes till the buzzer for intermission â
Tokyo (3): Kyoto (3)
Grunting as he pushed his way through the defense, despite the chaos of the stadium, he could hear the familiar crisp sound of skates closely behind him, âI heard youâre finally sleeping with her,â Suguru smirked, now skating parallel to Satoru.
âShut the fuck up,â Satoru grunted, making every effort to keep pushing for the offense, expertly navigating through the rink while juggling the puck past the opposing team, quickly passing the biscuit to Nanami, âitâs none of your damn business,â Satoru hissed out.
âYou're scared that she might not like you? â Suguru breathed behind his ear, âwhen thatâs all youâve been painfully doing till now?â
Wrong, Suguru couldnât be more far from it.Â
Because since the beginning, for him, noncontingent of your response to him, itâs always been you.
And outside being the gifted athlete whoâs endowed with greatness, with you, Satoru had two personas.
the one that desperately fucked you.
Crashing into the lockers, the impact of your back being further pushed onto the cold medal sent shivers down your body with every desperate thrust of his cock into you. It was awfully dangerous to moan out of his name, let alone to even breathe when his teammates were just outside the door.
âShh, be a good girl,â he grunts while slowly fucking his cock out of you, only to ram it back in with even greater force, while his hand simultaneously covers your mouth, âdonât want people to hear you getting fucked, do we?âÂ
Muffling your moans with his palm, his cock relentlessly pistols in without any leisure to be accommodating to your aching core. His breathing becomes more hitched as his thrusts become more languid to press deeper â his length reaching as far in as it can go â it would be an understatement if you werenât scared that he could practically rip you in half in this position.
You grab him. and your nails dig deeply into his back, marking his skin with angry scratches of crimson red. maybe he was a masochist, but the pain of your nails coloring his back was nothing compared to the pleasurable satisfaction he got when your gummy walls suffocated his cock.
Kicking out his teammates, only to fuck behind their backs as they cluelessly started on their warmups before a game was routine.
Heâs memorized every inch of your body, studied where it makes you writhe, tremble, and immediately latch onto him for your dear life while he helps you reach your high.Â
And right now, he knew. He can feel it in the way youâre clenching down on him that you were close. Not that he had any idle leisure of his own, but just enough to pump his cock feverishly into you, bullying past your abused hole as he lavished in the melodic symphony of his balls slapping against your cunt.
He has you folded against the wall, his arms holding you up and hitched under your thighs while he mercilessly fucked you. The burning in his muscles and the strain he felt in his body was nothing comparable to the heaven he was experiencing with your powerless stance under him while his hips snapped forward, his cock dominating your insides with his hand covered in your drool.
ââToru pleaseâ you tried yelling, only for your voice to fall faint each time he rutted inside you, his cock completely disappearing in your body only to magically reappear to stretch you out again and burrow its length deeply within.
âangel,â he taunted, his breath fanning against your heated face, causing your eyes to swell up in tears when your eyes linked with his, briefly opening up his hand to allow you to breathe, âyou gonna be quiet?â
You softly nodded, your insides clenching to stop the weird pressure that was building up inside, âit feels weird here, Toru â ahh itâs too much!â you whimpered, touching your tummy while your body ricocheted from his force.
âYea? Then cum for me princess, I know youâre close,â he growls into your ear, his hot breath making it even more difficult to breathe, âyouâre such a good girl taking my cock so well,â he praised, groaning when he immediately felt you throbbing around him in response.
The moment you see stars and your mind fall blank is when thick ropes of cum shoot inside you. you can almost feel the individual splurge of his hot seeds coating your walls, with every desperate thrust he made to completely milk out his cock, his tip throbbing while he grunted with pleasure.Â
âI fucking love ââ he rasped out, face nuzzled into the cave of your neck. it was difficult to mesh out his last word from his harsh panting to catch his breath as he felt the lumps of his cum squeeze past his member, still inside you, splattering onto the floor with a warm trail of liquid gushing down his thighs.
âgood luck today,â you whispered.
Luck? he didn't need.
But you? he absolutely, detrimentally did.
Or, the latter.
The one that, still, fucked you â because he loved you, like a lover.Â
With the days that surpassed as being his friend â with benefit â the more heâs taken a place in your life. It started with freely coming over after practice â fucking, despite not having a game the day after. Your bathrooms would naturally have another towel hung, and an extra toothbrush would stand next to each other.
Groceries were always Satoruâs duty, while you stocked up on the self-care necessities. Satoru particularly loved getting a facial with you with all the high-end masks and oils, cuddling under the blanket while you both watched cringy romcoms.
But it was undeniably his personal favorite when he could give you a facial with his cum splattered onto your face â itâs beautiful seeing you covered with his seeds. Or when his face is drenched in your sweet juice, despite his lungs desperate for air he immediately pushes you further down to sit on his face when he catches you trying to move away.
Itâs become a ritual. you've become his religion.
He comes at exactly 8:47 P.M. And you wait for him.
The key to your door opens at the exact time.Â
He grins when you walk up to greet him.
âWaited for me?â he softly cooed, placing his index finger under your chin, his lips onto yours while sucking gently before pulling away, a string of saliva connecting you both, but quickly snapping when he brushes his thumb across your cheeks.
If the universe orbited around you, he was your centripetal force.
âSo pretty,â he praised while looking into your eyes, breathless as if he could be absorbed into it.
âI have food ââÂ
"Later,â he abruptly cuts you off, pulling you close to his body, âbut, I think ââ humming with his lips barely brushing against your cheeks, his hand squishing them together as he confesses.
ââ I'm gonna fuck you so hard,â his voice was unusually sweet for saying something so crude, âthat you won't even be able to see out of those pretty little things."
You softly gasped, flustered and unsure of how to respond to such a comment. Instead, you roll your eyes as your hands find the back of his head to pull him into another kiss, moaning into his mouth as he grinds the throbbing erection in his sweats over your heated core.Â
His hands roam around your body, particularly groping your ass before his fingers tug at the waistband of your shorts â his favorite ones that always managed to get him bricked up.
"No panties, huh?" He states with amusement, "Arenât you a bad kitty acting all coy,â he chuckles.
"Shut up," you retort, your cheeks feeling hot under the pressure.
âYou donât want it?â he rebuttals, taking a step back as if there was even a choice.
Itâs infuriating how much power he had over you, enticing you in his grip as you mindlessly frolicked in his palm. And it doesnât help that he looksâŠÂ well⊠he looks gorgeous, dangerously handsome â especially with his hair mildly wet, and his warm body fragrant with cologne and body wash.Â
âI said,â wrapping your arms around him, further pulling him by the neck â so close that you can feel the tent thatâs bulging under his sweats and the desperation that overflows in his visage while he angles his lips to perfectly match yours, âfuck me.â
âThatâs more like it,â he murmurs before kissing you â itâs feverish and wanton, the type that makes you weak in your knees and your core to burn up in flames.Â
His steps immediately guide you to your bedroom, groaning and grunting while clothes are being stripped off one by one, leaving a trail of evidence with no intent of stopping the kiss.Â
Your feet knock against the foot of the bed, his signal to push you onto the mattress, abruptly ending the kiss as he looks down at your flustered expression with a smirk on his lips.Â
Relishing in your gaze, Satoru strips in front of you. Pulling his shirt over his shoulders with one hand, he flexes his stomach and takes his time to get naked.
He knows you'll look â you always do. Outside of being an athlete, what was the purpose of hitting the gym? To catch you lusting after him. He can practically see your mind racing with thoughts, and he couldn't wait to show that he's better than what your silly, pretty, little brain could ever imagine him doing to you.
Examining him from top to bottom, propped up on your elbows, you absorbed the sight of his smooth, toned chest as he stripped, the dentures of his muscles beautifully sculpted down from his chest to the crisp lining of hip dents that led to his crotch.Â
Leaning over, his body caging you with his toned arms, he gently places a kiss on your forehead, âlike what you see?â he chuckles, âIâm pretty sexy, right?â.
"what the fuck?" you suddenly gasped.
âwhat?!â he whines â you can see his hair practically deflate.
Brushing your fingers over his chest, running your hand down to his abs, itâs smooth and toned. âthought your nipples would be pink,â you snorted, pinching his nipples.
He flinches at the pain, "itâs a brownish pink, for your information," He states, pouting, âand youâve only noticed it now after how many times youâve seen me naked?â
"Iâm joking, stupid," You laughed, the melodic tune of your joy ringing in his ears like a constant melody.
âbut Iâm pretty right?â he pouts, biting your shoulders and softly kissing his denture marks.Â
âYea sure whatever,â you breathe out, throwing your head back as he now kisses up your neck, your heart just about to burst out of your chest.
"Let's get this off, hm?" Satoru kindly asks while tugging on the bra strap.
Obediently nodding, you raise your arms like a kid, and he pulls it off over your head. And unlike the trail of clothes youâve both left behind, he manages your garment with care â especially after the last one he âaccidentallyâ ripped.
His hands rest on your stomach, fingers stroking every curve before he brings them up to cup your boobs, pushing up your breast to squish it softly.
âFeel good?â he asks, watching your expression slowly unfold in bliss.
And before you know it, he's dragged his hands down to your thigh, his fingertips softly grazing slowly to your panties, getting dangerously close to womanhood.
"Tell me how much you want me to touch you," He whispers, and in response you shove your fingers into his hair, gripping tightly.
The light callous of his fingertips trail over your clothed clit, gently stroking the base with his fingers, feeling your panties slowly becoming more damp with each touch.Â
Further opening up your legs, allowing him full access, he immediately takes the offer and ventures further along. situating himself in between your thighs to pull your panties off, kissing your hardened bud while peering up to see you touching your breasts, itâs a sweet sight to see for Satoru â breathless â while you longingly waited for him to just hurry the fuck up.Â
âgod, youâre soaked,â he groans, chuckling as he murmurs, âThatâs fuckinâ cute.â
"Right there-" you whisper, and he nods, dragging his fingers along, slowly moving them around to stimulate you as he sucked on your clit, taking his time to prep you
âYou still didnât ââ The vibration of his voice further stimulates your needy pussy, gasping as you curve your back, desperately reaching for more of his perfect stimuli, âanswer my question,â he states.
"Don't piss me off," you groan, pushing his face back into its rightful place.
"Goddamn," He mutters, the grip of his hand on your thighs becoming harsher, and the stuck of his mouth further fueled fire to your core.Â
"I don't know how much longer I can wait when you treat me like that," he grunts while standing up again, simultaneously pushing down his pants and briefs, wasting no time as he wiggles out of his sweats.
You can see his dick is hard, twitching as it greets you.Â
He exhales heavily, stroking his length as he situates his head to brush over your pussy. Heâs seen it countless times, but will never get enough of measuring just how far he can settle inside you. The sweet plush of your tummy offers more cushion and excitement as he watches you hitch up your hips, impatiently waiting for him.
"aren't you excited?" Gojo says with a grin, using his thumb to rub circles around your clit, guiding himself past your folds, purposefully missing your entrance to coat himself with your natural lubricant.
He doesnât even wait for your answer, and wastes no time pushing himself in, pulling out a whimpered groan, allowing your walls to open up and welcome his entrance.
He picks up his pace, rhythmic and balanced while sliding his hands under your hips to lift you up slightly to make sure his entire length can fit inside.Â
"You're so tight.â Satoru grunts with a furrow in his brows as he dug his nails into your ass. hissing through his teeth while he continued to fuck through your tight hole, âYou don't make this easy for me, do you?" He mocks, his grip tightening on your hips as he pulls you forward, your naked breasts bouncing with every impact.
You close your eyes, feeling every inch of his cock inside you. The slight tickle of his trimmed pubic hair brush against your clit as he slowly starts to roll his hips.
"You're so â" You whined, concentrating on keeping your sanity every time his tip painfully brushed back your sweet spot, "ngh â lazy!"
"Lazy, huh?" he scoffed, licking his lips like a predator locked in on his prey.
âahh!â you yelped. within seconds you immediately find yourself on your stomach with Satoruâs weight crushing you from above. flipping you over without notice, wrapping a hand under your jaw as he turned your face towards him to deeply kiss, his feet harshly spreading and locking your thighs apart while his cock rammed into you, his balls splattering your wetness with each thrust.
"Maybe I wonât be so lazy if you become my girlfriend,â He states with a smirk, âjust give in angel, you like my cock.â
âfuck â âToru! slow d-downâ you managed to cry out his name, his cock mercilessly thrusting into you, âyou have n-no,â by now you were a babbling mess at how good he was fucking you, drooling with your lungs burning inside your ribs, âgame tomorrow.â
âboo youâre boring,â He provokes, pushing his hand under your stomach to pull you on all fours, ânever answering my questions.âÂ
It doesn't take long for Gojo to adjust himself behind you. especially since your dripping cunt made it so for him to slide through every time. but it takes moments for you to readjust to him â every new position meant greater access for his cock to rearrange your insides.
âbut this pussy will always be my good luck charm.â
It's almost as if you can feel his smirk as he grabs your hips, and begins to roughly pound into you in doggy.
"Look whoâs lazy, c'mon, keep hips up, angel," He effortlessly teases, spanking your ass and firmly gripping onto the pulsing flesh.
"S-shut up, asshole,â you hissed, putting your head down on your arms for more leverage â itâs shocking how youâre not flying onto your headboard from the force of him thrusting into you.
"That's rich considering your asshole is right in front of me.â he chuckles, spreading open your cheeks to see your other hole pulsing on top of the one he was currently fucking, the rim barely withholding his girth, â wanna try anal? itâs pretty, by the way."
"D-do you ever shut up?" You complain, reaching over to grab your pillow to muffle your moans. but in that split second, Satoru catches your wrists and pulls you backward, your back heavily arching and breasts rapidly bouncing in all directions, mimicking the robust thrusts of his cock pistoling into you.
âhow can I, when you look so pretty,â his thrusts become more aggressive, âgettingâ thrust, he watches you crumble, face contorting in pleasure, he can tell youâre close, âfucked? thrust âbyâ he quickly catches your hand trying to reach down to stimulate your clit, âmyâ deeply pushing in, further splitting you open in half, the tip of his member knocking against womb, âcock.â
âtoo muchâŠahhhâwait! âToru!â The bed violently shook as he drove his cock, balls slapping your wet pussy as your legs trembled with warm liquid dripping down from your thighs, slowly pooling onto the sheets.
âjust say it, princess, you love me,â he growls, thrusting more as he nibbles on your lobes, pleasurable tears sliding down your cheeks as you instead gasp out his name.
âat least your pussy is honest.â
---
âIâm not here to talk, Suguru, get the fuck out of my way,â Satoru growled while pushing the other off.
âDonât tell me, you still got no pussy to ask her out, Satoru,â the raven hair taunted.
âNanami!â Satoru called out noticing his wingâs position wide open to shoot for a goal. It was apparent in the way Satoru briefly lost his balance, his composure starting to chip away from the strain of his muscles that he was getting exhausted â a feat Satoru would normally never struggle with until the last couple minutes of the game.Â
But speedily passing by and braking with thick shaving of ice spraying from the sudden stop, intercepting the puck when Nanami passes â a gameplay Suguruâs practiced countless times with Satoru â the Kyotoâs center was now in possession of the puck, taking no moment to rest before charging the opposite direction.
In those split seconds, Suguru jeered, âwasn't this our favorite play?â
âFuck!â Satoru muttered under his breath, quickly changing momentum to skate the opposite way.
And just before the buzzer goes off, Suguru easily angles his stick to chip the puck, the force of the impact causing the biscuit to shoot straight into the net.
Satoru huffs just meters away, dumbfounded at how much Suguruâs improved and curated his craft. A force he once relied upon and leaned on, trained tooth and nail while shedding blood, sweat, and tears together since fourteen now has become a thorn to his side that contrived to bring him down, Suguru bypasses his once best friend, standing in shock.
âare you still in denial, or have I answered your question about whoâs the traitor, Satoru?â
Tokyo (4): Kyoto (5)
Intermission before the third, final period â
A tie (6:6)
It was the longest eighteen minutes of your life. no one dared to even speak. Through the chatter and vibrancy of the stadium, only the heavy huffs and gulping of electrolytes of the players were heard. Even Yaga-Sensei just sat there, brows furrowed with his thick arms crossed over his chest.
And Satoru, too, silently sat on the bench, leaning on his elbows parched to his thighs, manspreading with a towel thrown over his head. The heat of his body contrasted with the gelid stadium had faint white smoke radiating from his expended body. Â
âSatoru,â you gently called out while handing out a fresh towel for him to use, âyouâre going to catch a cold.âÂ
âDonât need it,â he dully murmured without taking a second to raise his head to acknowledge you.
âI â,â Yaga Sensei grasped hold of your shoulder to stop you from saying anything regretful that would further disturb him. Biting your tongue, you sighed, âSure.â
The cold response of someone who literally just rearranged your guts so wantonly before the game, sharing an intimacy with him throughout the years that bloomed into something more than what youâd like to acknowledge than simply being a friend with benefit caused both frustration and helplessness to boil within you for not being unable to help him.
Not like he needed your help, nor did he ever ask. But from time to time, you wished he would let down his burdens with you, and allow you to carry his weight for a while.
Only once has he ever shown you his emotional side. The infamous night when Satoru received the news of Suguruâs departure, you found him drunk in front of your apartment waiting for god knows how long.
all you could remember was that the night was awfully cold for someone to have a broken heart.
That night, despite no words being said, the comfort of your arms and the warmth of your skin helped him to sleep despite the storm that raged in his mind.Â
It was understandable his mood. Normally he wouldnât be so emotionally invested in a game, even if he had lost. During intermissions, he would either be chatting up a storm, blowing your ear off about all the plays heâs made and if youâve finally fallen in love with him. Or, two, heâll be listening to you nagging at him to not go throwing his opponents against the wall while wrestling for the puck.
Hockey was aggressive, but it was also an athleteâs duty to learn how to play smart and do their best to abstain from injuries that could potentially harm their career â especially, if the athlete in question is one preparing for his national debut to representing Japan in the Winter Olympics the following year.
Awkwardly, eyeing your expression, Haibara laughed while scratching the back of his head, cheerfully asking, âI would like a new one, mineâs a little damp.â
âMe too,â his blonded friend chimed in, his voice not as enthusiastic as Haibaraâs.
Smiling in appreciation, you lent them a towel and extended the care to the other players as well.
âWhyâd you give him the steal?â Sensei bluntly asked, looking at the rink while sternly watching Suguru make his way onto the field. His ex-disciple gave his old coach his respects with a little bow when he caught his gaze.Â
âAre you seriously asking me that right now?â Satoru numbly stated, the clenching of his fists reflecting his true emotions.
âYou know what to do,â Yaga-Sensei firmly stated, pushing his sunglasses up his thick nose, wasting no time before the buzzer rang again to redirect his player, âyou know him better than anyone else, trust your instincts.â
Twelve minutes till game â
The crowd roars. Currently in the last period, with a couple more minutes on the clock to crown the final winner, both teams ferociously fought to control the game.Â
The pluck clicks with each hit against the blade. Speedily sliding against the ice it was almost difficult to see it on the field.Â
Currently, in possession, Nanami pushed forward, putting pressure on Kyotoâs defense as Haibara simultaneously rushed to the other side, leaving Satoru wide open for a pass. Nanami prepares to hit a pass over to his captain, hitching the puck in the air for a quicker velocity towards Satoru, whoâs ready to receive â
The glass walls tremble on impact. Flinching at the loud noise, your eyes widen when you see it unfold in slow motion. Both bodies harshly collided against the wall with Satoru getting sandwiched between two forces. expelling out a groan as he slid down the wall, with puffs of white smoke spewing from his lips with each harsh huff of his chest.Â
âSeems like a brawl has occurred between the two captains!âÂ
âAnd from the looks of it, Gojo Satoru is struggling to get back on his feet!â
âNo,â you muttered under your breath, face paling and body going cold despite the adrenaline pumping through your blood, you pushed your way through the audience to get to where he was.
Your mind felt like a minefield. With bombs ticking, threatening to explode with each step you took. Nauseous from the anxiety, it was becoming increasingly difficult to breathe as if there was a ball stuck in your throat. And despite the efforts to try and stay calm, it was rather difficult when your thoughts replayed the countless other injuries Satoru sustained during your time as his manager.
âHeâs going to have to take at least 8 to 10 weeks off for his fracture to heal.â The emergency physician stated, pointing at the small crack on his right clavicle.
âHe probably wonât listen,â Sensei remarked, crossing his arms while letting out a deep sigh, âis there any way he can recover faster?âÂ
âItâs fine guys ââ Satoru tried playing it off.
âShut up,â you and Sensei simultaneously interjected, scolding him to be quiet as if he were a child.
Clearing his throat, âAs I was saying, it mustâve been painful for him to have played in this state, I imagine this was an ongoing injury heâs sustained in the past,â the doctor murmured while further analyzing the film.
You immediately shot daggers at him, glaring when the doctor unintentionally outed Satoruâs injury heâs been keeping a secret. Flinching, Satoru slowly sank further into his bed, covering his face with his blanket.Â
âThough, being diligent with his PT and fully resting his body for at least six weeks will be the fastest route for recovery.â
But, well⊠it doesnât take more than five weeks for you to get a text from Suguru.
From: Suguru
Donât get madâŠÂ
To: Suguru
You saying this makes me already mad. What happened?
From: Suguru
Just bring some icepacks and some sweets and head over to Satoruâs place.Â
To: Suguru
I swear to god if you guys play â
From: Suguru
... it's his fault.
And it doesnât take you more than thirty minutes to be blowing up his doorbell, knocking on his door at exactly 12:34 A.M. with an ice cooler with icepacks and a bag full of his favorite candy.Â
Thud!Â
âFuck⊠ow that hurt.â You heard a muffled voice through the door.Â
âItâs me.â You curtly announced.
Quickly opening the door, his elbow leaning against the door with an insouciant tone to his voice, he cracked a boyish smile, âAh, isnât this my favorite person. What brings you here?âÂ
âI told you not to ââ Rage bubbled up inside you as you glared at him.Â
âOkay!â Nervously holding up his hands, doing his best to calm you down, âbefore you get mad ââ
âIâm already mad, Satoru ââ
âOkay! Fine! Before you get even madder,â taking the heavy loads off your shoulders, settling them onto the floor, his warm hands cup your face, âitâs really nothing big. Just feels a little strained thatâs all,â he tried to reassure when he sees you about to object.
âReally, Iâm fine,â his eyes urged you to trust him, âI just⊠missed being on the rink, thatâs all.â
Your eyes soften when you see the little sulk on his lip, and notice how heâs lost a little weight in his cheeks. Quickly letting out a deep sigh through your nose, you mumbled out, âIâll be the one to decide if youâre fine or not.â
---
âTake your shirt off.â You ordered, firmly holding onto the hem of his white shirt while saddling on his thighs.
âOh wow.â he placed his hands on his chest, acting innocent from your forwardness.
âSatoru, take your shirt off,â you grumbled, pulling at his shirt and rolling your eyes when it was easily removed, despite him acting naive, again his hands covered his bare chest â just managing to barely cover his sculpted pectorals.
âItâs really nothing,â he blushed, awkwardly looking off to the side with a guilty smile.Â
âSatoru you just took off your sleeve,â you murmured, placing an ice pack on his collarbone, your voice filled with worry.Â
âIâm really fine, baby,â he loosened up after seeing the cute pout on your lips, your brows faintly furrowed as your fingers ever so lightly iced his injury.
âIâm not your baby,â you stated with a glare, clearly not impressed with his defiance to go against his doctorâs orders, âI donât date people that donât listen to me,â you said without much thought while tending to his bruised clavicle.
âOh ââ his ears perked at hearing your words.
Fuck.
âWait! What I meant was ââ
It was evident that he was trying to contain his smile from the way he bit his lips. âYou so wanna date me donât you?âÂ
---
Itâs not a surprise how you ended up in this position.
It started off with a light kiss, lips softly meshing with each other with light teasing of tongue â he swore, itâll be just one kiss.
Soon enough hands start to idly move on their own accord, groping areas, and massaging places that wouldnât particularly follow with just one kiss, leaving you both simultaneously panting and yearning for more.Â
And then youâre grinding on his throbbing cock, spit slightly leaking from the edge of your mouths while tongues feverishly fought for dominance, naked with your pussy pulsing and dripping in need to swaddle and engulf him whole.Â
Progressing forward, youâre slowly sinking onto his length, bottoming out with your ass seated on his thighs, foreheads linked while you both took a minute to adjust to one another. like an unspoken language, you both solemnly breathed, that even if the world crashed around you both, nothing would matter because the other was there.
Heâll cum.
Itâs beautiful how he does it. And in moments like these, you canât deny that the man whoâs chasing after his high under you was the man you loved.Â
With his mouth gaping open, his white brows furrow as he gasps for air while his large hands grip your bum, spreading out your cheeks for easier access through your hole. He desperately thrusts into you, unrhythmic and hips helpless from the warm seduction your plush walls have over him. His seeds shoot straight to your womb, filling you entirely with pulps of his cum leaking through your cunt. And it takes him a couple seconds to breathe as he rides out his high.Â
And then youâll be sandwiched in between the sofa and his heavy body, his cock rummaging inside, amplifying the sound of his member shoved through your dripping cunt. Itâs loud and sloppy the way he fucks into you. Wanton and bashful in the way his muscles tighten in tandem with you clenching down when his head hits just the right spot.Â
Your legs immediately wrap around his hips, securing him down to fuck you in that position. And he doesnât retaliate from the limited position, instead, he welcomes it. With his face burrowed into the curve of your neck, his palms pushing your thighs to your chestâ biting, clawing, scratching, and licking â doing whatever it takes for you to rectify the burning ache in between your thighs, and for him to release his seeds into you again â again, and again, and again.Â
ââtoru! please,â you cried out and in your plea, he answered, âIâm right here,â Satoru groaned, âKeep up with me â fuck, I swear, jusâ a little more.â
Tightly wrapping his arms around you, his face nuzzled closely to your ear. Despite him already being inches deep within you, his every grunt and pant, the desperate moans he releases while he states your name, mixed with delirious curses has you craving for more.
With his mind hypnotized from the pleasure of his cock rummaging your insides, swaddled in care despite his cock bullying past your folds, he becomes possessive and carnal.
âThis is mine,â he harshly bites your shoulders, pleased when you yelp while simultaneously tightening your reign on his cock burrowed within your walls, âall mine. Youâre fucking mine,â he proclaimed.
â â âToru please keep going fuck right there!â you sobbed, cheeks stained with euphoric tears.
âJust say you want it,â he growls muffled with his lips smashed with yours, âtell me you want me.â
âyes, I want it. I want it so, so bad â need you so bad âToru!â you mewled, letting out a soft whimper, feeling the vibrations of his grunts, pulses of ecstasy pulsing through your veins and straight to your core as you succumbed all authority and control for him to do whatever he desired.
âFuck fuck fuckkkkkk.â he curses when he hears your words. Like a broken record, it echoes in his brain, with every release of his cum, his breath hitching and body vibrating as he finally reached his climax.
The voice of you calling out his name so dearly repeats so melodically in his ears.Â
Soon, the room once filled with the savage slapping of wet skin and immoral use of dirty curses of pleasure while you both partook in unholy matrimony was now filled with a thick smell of post-sex pheromones, coupled with softened breaths and sweet hums of foolish lovers.Â
âBe careful,â you softly mumbled, under him, while your hands lightly weaved through his damp hair. you placed a soft kiss on his bruised collar, his pale skin accentuated the blue-green tint, making it look far worse than it was.
âaw, you worried for me? Iâm so touched,â he faked a sob as he pulled you tighter into his arms, mumbling while he lavished in your warmth.
âI still didnât forgive you,â you lightly pulled on his hair. his eyes were droopy and his body felt even more heavy over your limp one.Â
âYea?â he hummed closer to your lips, gently kissing you while slowly grinding his hips to your wet core, âthought your harder harder âToru harder was you forgiving me,â he lightly chuckled in between kisses.
âYouâre the worst,â grumbling as you tightened your arms around his neck, snuggling closer to his warm body.
âWow, you love me? Iâm so touched,â Satoru softly chuckled, gently stroking your heated cheeks as he held you in his arms, he too, soaking in the warmth and feeling the beatings of your heart.Â
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Your eyes focused on nothing but him despite the chaos around you â just a couple of steps from touching his slumped body,
A loud buzzer goes off, quieting your thoughts, the loud announcement ringing static in your ears.Â
â Sustaining the blow, Gojo Satoru gets back on his feet again! He proves once again on the court he is The Honored One!âÂ
Two minutes till game â
Head throbbing, and every inch of his body burning from the strain, Satoru vigilantly fought for control of the puck. Every second felt like an eternity, and every stride of his skates felt tortuous as if every fiber of his muscle were being torn apart.
Satoru quickly passes to Haibara, and fastidiously receives the puck again when he's open. Faking a move to juke out his opponent, Satoru was getting closer to Kyotoâs goal.Â
It was evident that fatigue was overwhelming each player on the court. With their voices hoarse, and sweat starting to sting their eyes, while puffs of smoke perspired with each agonizing breath causing their lungs to burn in their chest, no one was willing to back down.
Watching from the side while nervously biting your cheeks, you observed the game as Satoru flew through the rink. From the calmness of his eyes, and confidence in his strides, to the quickness of his feet and the gentle care to his game, things started to make sense.
For the man that obnoxiously barged into your life, ruining your pair of white shoes, to managing a spot in your heart, he sure made you fall â hard.
On one random afternoon while you watched him soundly sleep in your arms, lightly drooling as he mumbled something incoherent about some zunda and cream at Sendai Station â loving him came easily.
Because even if you tried running away, your feet would always end up back to him. And you knew the fire that you'll hold for him was going to burn, but you couldnât resist the flame that he lit in your heart.
âWith seconds to the clock, with Gojo Satoruâs lead, the Trailblazers are fighting desperately to win this game!â
Gojo Satoru â with him, it wasnât exactly love at first sight, but it was something like that.Â
âThe Spartans are putting up a ferocious fight, Geto Suguru tries to steal the puck but is unsuccessful! Ladies and Gentleman, Gojo Satoru goes for the goal ââ
Satoru sped his way across, the white tint of his jersey barely recognizable with his speed. The crowd cheers, sirens blow off to the throne the victors of this yearâs champions. Â
And currently, tears freely flowed down your cheeks. And you let them despite the blur as you rushed onto the rink, the soles of your shoes about to slip on the scratched ice.
Because the saddest word in the world is almost, and he was worth more than being dwindled down to a regretful almost.Â
And if you had to defy fate, and create your own ending, so be it. Youâll suffer the consequence of meddling with destiny, and amend for your sins, in the future, when youâre dead if that meant there was a guarantee to have him in the present.Â
Because in the world of almost 8 billion people, somehow your worlds are intertwined.Â
âBe careful!â He panicked, throwing off his helmet as he rapidly skated over to you, âYouâre going to hurt yoââ
Grabbing holding of his jersey, you slammed your lips with his â with thousands in the audience, cameras obnoxiously flashing up the rink in all directions.Â
You wonât hear the end of it from Yaga-Sensei, heâs certainly, most definitely mad.Â
Your anonymity is fucked, and now everyone will know you as the âgirl that kissed Gojo Satoruâ â probably will be trending on all socials for at least a week, and that's being generous.Â
Maybe you were delusional or so high off adrenaline that you didnât notice the mayhem surrounding you â especially not Satoruâs shocked expression when you suddenly kissed him.Â
But your ignorant bliss was soon interrupted when you slightly opened your eyes and were met with a thousand flashing lights that almost blinded your vision.
ââ oh my god!â you squealed, immediately embarrassed at what you just did, only for Satoru to quickly hide you in his embrace, your face nuzzled into his chest.Â
âLooks like Iâm not the one thatâll get in trouble by Sensei time,â he teased with his cheek placed on top of your head.
âGet me out of here,â you whined, âIâm so embarrassedâŠâ
âNahâ Satoru cheekily smiled, tightly embracing you, ânot until you give me a date.â
âYou didnât make the last shot stupid, Nanami did.â
âFalse, I assisted,â he stated after briefly calling out for one of his teammates, âIf you werenât so lovestruck by my handsome face, and actually saw my brilliant performance, then you wouldâve seen the phenomenal play I had with Nanami.â
âSatoruuuu,â you whined, lightly stomping on your feet, getting increasingly squirmish from all the mess youâve created.
âTold you,â whispering into your ear, âIâll always win,â he stated before pushing his helmet over your head, reaching down to hold your hand as he led you out of the rink. The confidence in his walk looked almost arrogant, with you helplessly following, as he made his way to the lockers â a routined celebration after a game now as your boyfriend â
âBecause you're my lucky charm, babe.â
author's note: if you made it to the end, thank you. i didn't expect a silly thought to lead to my distress about creating another au for him. But nonetheless, I hope you've all enjoyed âĄÌ
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toji x nympho reader đ€
⣠tags. dom!toji fushiguro x female reader. smut. overstimulation, creampies, cunnilingus, exhibitionism, daddy kink, slight slapping, cum play, blowjobs, thigh riding, fingering, positions mentioned; cowgirl, doggy. heâs mean sometimes teehee. reader gets called âdoll & princessâ. separate headcanons + small drabbles under cut.
đđđđ was sure of it; no woman could ever keep up with his stamina or libido. he was surprisingly proven wrong when he met youâyour sexual desires were almost too much to keep up with. that last statement goes for the average man, at least.
đđđđ was no regular man at all. in many ways. and especially when it comes to sex and all that it comes with. with all his experience, he knew just the right techniques to satisfy a woman and keep her entertained for a long time. plus, his stamina and size were no joke due to his constant training and bulky physique.
đđđđ never misses on the opportunity of satisfying your needs. you could wake him up at 3 a.m with the question if he could help with you with a certain âproblemâ and heâll gruntâsurelyâbut doesnât hesitate to roll over on his back and let you pull his boxers down whilst encouraging you to ride him in an exhausted manner.
âcâmon, werenât you the one asking if you could fuck yârself on my cock? ya either do it right or get off.â mean as always. but somehow, it increased the pleasure you were feeling alreadyâthat hoarse, raspy morning voice of tojiâs echoes in your ear with each sentence uttered. it was even hotter when heâd grunt or groan under his breath. toji had one hand on your ass, squeezing or lazily spanking it whenever your hips slammed down on his. his other arm was draped over his eyes, keeping them closed since he was in the mood to continue sleepingâbasically half-asleep, in contrast to your energy filled body which was riding his cock continuously. âmhmm, jusâ like that. fuck yârself dumb on my dick, princess.â
đđđđ knows you get turned on very easily just from him doing the most simplest of things. what really gets you going is his bodyâthe way his big, masculine hands knead at the flesh on your waist whenever he hugs you from behind, the veins running through them making your pussy tingle. . or when he stretches and warms up in your bedroom before going on a missionâthat makes you rub your thighs together. and you make it known that youâre turned on by him just by looking at him with those seductive eyes.
and đđđđ canât deny that your horniness awakens his.
ass up, face downâyour body was getting pounded into the bed by none other than toji, who was fed up with the constant lustful looks you gave him whilst he worked out. it made him lose all concentration, which wasnât good, since he needed to prepare for a bounty he was going to take on that night. thus, toji took out his frustrations on you and your greedy cunt; âya hear that? yâre fuckinâ dripping for this cock to fill ya upâyeah? wanâ me to fuck some of my cum into yâr cunt before i go?â you whine and nod whilst your noises were muffled by the pillow. your body ached for toji and you were desperate to get anything from him, any sensual touches would doâyour pussy was sensitive and needed its release. toji knew that you wouldnât be satisfied with just one round, however, so he was determined to go make it a challenge: fuck you until youâre leaking his cum from all your holes and passed out from exhaustion.
đđđđ loves it when you shamelessly or shyly beg him to suck his dick. you do it most of the time when heâs manspreading on the couch, just chilling and looking bored whilst watching a dumb show on the television. next thing he knows your head appears between his legs and his fingers are tangled in your hair, pushing your head down on him. sometimes it even happens in public; heâll be sitting there on a chair or bench, a protective hand on your waist and your eyes would be directly on his crotch. he doesnât even have to be hardâthereâs always that massive bulge hiding under his pants, reminding you of what heâs packing down there.
âfuck. . dollâyâre gnna make me cum before i get a taste of that pretty pussy.â toji grumbles quietly, half closed eyes staring down at your kneeling form. you were sucking and drooling all over his cock, sometimes gagging when the tip hit the far back of your throat, though that only spurred the man before you on. his hips buck up into your mouth, your hands automatically clenching into fists, putting your thumb under your other fingers to stop your gag reflex from activatingâdesperate to give toji that pleasure he longed for. the man was surely enjoying every second of it. he kept you quiet (except for the faint wet, slurping sounds from your warm mouth as his cock slid in and out of it), his lips curled into an amused smirk, âthaâs my girlâtaking all of it in her mouth. what a good little thing.â toji made sure to whisper those words, not caring if somebody heard what was happening from outside the department storeâs bathroom stall, but still wanting to avoid any unnecessary trouble. he was actually holding himself back from ravaging your cunt insteadâthough he settles for shooting ropes of cum down your throat.
đđđđ, who gets off from eating you out. he loves to have your cunt full out on his faceâadores the way you squirm when heâs pushing your thighs and hips down on his face to get a proper taste of your slickâenjoys when heâs just relaxing with his mouth and nose stuffed between your folds, giving absent licks whilst simply enjoying your scent. he especially loves eating your cunt out when youâre begging for his cock instead. he always shows you just what he can do with that tongue of hisâbringing you a different type of pleasure than his dick could do.
one moment you were reading something on your phone, and in the other your manâs face was buried into your wet cunt. you were moaning and writhing on the bed sheets, trying to grind against his mouth. toji was taking his sweet time with you, âmmnh, so fuckinâ good. give me one more, yeah? one more orgasm fâme, princess.â that was what he said minutes ago and you were already on your third climax. you loved thisâabsolutely relinquished in the feeling of his tongue lapping your juices up, his lips that sucked on your clit every couple seconds, nose buried between your folds. ânghhh,, wanâ you so bad, daddy! wanâ you to fuck me, please!â toji chuckles drlyly, the vibrations hitting your cunt. two slaps were brought down upon your thighs; âiâll fuck yâr needy self when i wanna, ya hear? now cum on my tongue or iâll force it outta ya, princess.â
đđđđ, who loves to finger you or let you ride his thigh when heâs busy but still wants to keep you satisfied. youâd be whining for his attention, pouting and slightly frustrated when all you want tojiâs attention. and his touch, naturally. sometimes youâd go as far as stroking yourself in front of him to show your desperationâ which he finds to be the hottest thing ever; you being so needy that youâll thrust a few fingers inside your cunt and moan for him to come fuck you properly. works every time. but when tojiâs a bit too busy to do anything (or too tired / lazy), he gets you off with his thigh or fingers.
âi need to call shiu for info on that one bounty. .â toji recalls and grabs his phone, one hand on his mobile whilst the other was slowly cupping your pussy, thumb drawing lazy circles on your clit, index rubbing your labia. you whine as his hand there disappears, âgimme a minute, sweet thing.â toji licks his index finger whilst pressing some buttons on his phone, head leaning against the headboard of the bed as he watches you impatiently grind against his muscular thigh. he lets you do as you please and watches your ass and hips as they move in front of him. toji tenses the muscles in his leg whenever your clothed pussy slides alongside his skin, bouncing his thigh whenever youâd rest and take a break from grindingâkeeping the stimulation goingâ âgiving me a good show, huh? keep at it. might reward ya after my phone call.â
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Not an ask but make sure this year you got lots of rest alr, make sure you eat, drink, and sleep well. dont push yourself too hard !!
thank you so muchhh ! thatâs so sweet đ„č i can tell you the same things as well, i wish you only the best. happy new year !! đ©·
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