Sometimes I Think About Being On A Rush Hour Train With Yuji. Being Packed Close Together But Then He

𝐁𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍'𝐒 𝐁𝐀𝐁𝐘 - 𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐘 𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐔𝐀𝐑𝐘

Bonten has taken you hostage, because your father hasn't been paying the debt that he owed to them. They told your father that they will keep you until he paid that large amount of money up. And while they kept you in their home, they grew fond of you. not just because of that pretty face or your skimpy, pretty pink clothes. No, the way you acted so dumbly was frankly adorable..and throughout the time you spent with the men, they became your daddies.

❥ content warnings :

18+, bimbo!reader, fingering, kidnapping, hints of reader being queer, cheating, creampie, breeding, possessive behavior, slight yandere themes, age gaps, poly relationship, threesomes, exhibition, choking, brat taming, being a sugar baby, pet names, bondage, pet play, mentions of violence, rough sex, unprotected sex, anal, dom/sub, spitting, ddlg relationships, gangbang, virginity loss, public sex, knife/gunplay, car sex, oral, boob job, noncon filming, all characters are over 18, readers skin color is not mentioned

❥ parts !

⋮ pt. 1 : WHAT A SURPRISE!

⋮ pt. 2 : NAUGHTY LITTLE GIRL

⋮ pt. 3 : ARE YOU BUSY?

more parts coming soon <33

#CNC !

;feat. xiao, scaramouche, itto, zhongli/afab!reader

;cw. consensual non-consent, mentions of safewords being in place, fear play, pain play, squirting, size kink, somnophilia, AFTERCARE INCLUDED <3

— a/n. hehehehe

all characters presumed to be 18+

minors do not interact.

requests open!

! XIAO

cw. fear play, somnophilia, a lil bit of soft!xiao peeks thru

a heavy pressure on your body is what roused you from your comforting sleep. cracking your eyes open, you were greeted with the same pitch blackness as when you first laid down.

the body on top of you moved and you felt warm breath fan over your face and squirmed, trying to turn around to look at your lover but a heavy hand wrapped around the back of your neck, effectively pinning you down.

"x-xiao...?" you whisper, "what're you doing...?"

"shut up," he hisses, making your eyes widen at the gruff, cold tone he so easily spits out.

you squirm some more but he keeps you pinned with his weight. he shifts and in the silence of the room, you can hear his heavy breathing. the shuffling of clothing alerts you to his intentions and you feel a shiver of both excitement and fear rush through your system.

"stay still," he commands, meanly yanking your panties down your thighs, making sure to drag his nails down your skin to make you whimper in pain.

"xiao...wait..." your breathing picks up, both anxiety and anticipation surging when he lewdly spots on his cock, slick sounds alerting you to the way he lives himself up with it. vivid images of your boyfriend stroking his own cock pop into your mind and your cunt clenches pathetically.

then you feel the heat of him pressing against you and cry out, "wait! y-you can't-"

the grip on your neck moves to your hair, grabbing a fistful for leverage before he's stuffing his entire cock into in one harsh thrust.

your entire body locks up and the tears that had been slowly welling in your eyes fall.

it hurts.

a soft hand smooths down the length of your spine and you finally let out the breath you had been holding. xiao remains still, his heavy breathing still prominent as he patiently waits for you to relax and adjust to him.

"xiao..." you whine, reaching behind you to press your hand against his stomach, pushing him away with trembling fingers.

"quit cryin'" he snaps, slapping your hand away before, in the blink of an eye, he begins hammering into you.

you wail, desperately trying to push yourself away from him, squirming and kicking as the pain and pleasure both overwhelm your poor body.

"stop moving!" he snarls, louder than he'd been all night.

the fear you feel in that moment is palpable and you find yourself mindlessly obeying him, going limp.

"just take it," he hisses, "you fight all the time and now you're whining...can't take this little bit of pain? hm? are you that weak, human?"

there's a subtle change in the angle to works his hips and your eyes nearly roll back in your head when he swings his hips down and prods that sweet, gummy spot inside you.

you gush and cream around him, body twitching and your mouth hangs open in pure pleasure as he works your body expertly.

"see?" he coos, "you are weak. right here is where you're weakest," you can practically hear the gleeful grin on his face when he slowly and carefully rolls his hips to prod that spot again.

your body meanly twitches at the feeling and you babble out another nonsensical cry of his name that only makes him laugh.

"now cum," he commands, "let me feel how a little human cums when they're forced,"

your feet kick against the bed and you scramble for something to hold onto, settling on the sheets on either side of your head. he works his hips even faster, forcing you to fly over the edge.

your body, wound taut and high, shakes with the force of it. he finally lets go of your hair and grips your hips, lifting them ever so slightly off the bed so he can fuck you to his own high.

the whole time, you're left cumming and cumming around him until he finally spills into you and you both fall still.

your cunt continues to clench and drool around his softening cock until he can't take it anymore and has to pull out.

he leans over your body again, but this time it's to press a kiss to your temple.

"xiao..." you whimper but he shushes you immediately, shaking his head when you turn your head to peek up at him.

"just take a minute..." he whispers, choosing to lay beside you, rubbing your back to soothe the trembles that still consume you, "it's alright, just breathe..."

! SCARAMOUCHE

cw. choking, degredation, pain play, slapping , threats, tiny blood warning, in front of an audience hehe...who he kills afterwards lmao

the various gazes burned into you, only adding onto the complete shame you felt as scaramouche bullied his cock into you. a firm, cold hand wrapped around your throat, keeping yo upright and completely exposed to the audience watching your humiliation.

"look at them," he spits, "all of them watching you. getting off on this -- watching you get raped. they're loving it. why don't you cry for help? hm? surely someone will..."

you open your mouth, fully ready to take him up on that but the grip on your throat immediately tightens, cutting off any words you were ready to speak. he laughs low in your ear.

"so fucking stupid," he whispers, "i won't let anyone take you away from me, not until i'm finished with you."

tears drip down your cheeks and you gasp when he loosens his grip, grumbling about how he doesn't want you to pass out just yet.

he's completely clothed, only his hat discarded and his cock tugged free. but you, on the other hand, are completely bare.

everyone can see the way you drip down your own thighs and the way your tits bounce with the force of his thrusts. he has your back to his chest, allowing a complete view of your bruised body. bloody little lines are visible in random places from where he would randomly dig his nails into you just to hear you scream and cry.

with his free hand, he reached up and cruelly slapped your breast, grinning when he heard little moans from his audience members at the action.

of course sick freaks like them would enjoy it. enjoy a sweet little thing like you to be hurt and abused. hell, he was enjoying doing it.

your body was warm and smelled so sweet, he couldn't deny how lucky he was to have you there for him to torture.

"why are you so wet?" he hisses, loud enough for everyone to hear. their eyes all move to where your poor little cunt is being stuffed full, watching the way you drool and cream around him, "you like this, huh? like everyone watching you be forced to take cock? repulsive little thing you are."

you sob, twitching in his arms as you grow closer to your high. his grip on your throat tightens, making your head rush.

your orgasm crashes through you, your body twitching and trembling as you do. he holds you against him, teeth gritted while his grip on your throat tightened until you fell completely limp, unconscious.

when you woke back up, you were fully clothed and in bed. sitting up, you looked around, finding scaramouche freshly showered and getting dressed. in front of the mirror.

he glances at you through the reflection and turned to properly look at you, "you're awake. how do you feel?"

"tired..." you answer, laying back when he urges you to with gentle hands, "how are you?"

he hums, shaking his head, sitting on the edge dog the bed. he lets you tug him down so you can wrap your arms around him.

"you did good," he whispers, "i'm going to take care of the witnesses."

he leaves you a fleeting kiss on the lips before he's out the door.

as much as he enjoyed the scene and the rush that came with it -- there was no way he could leave those that enjoyed your torment alive. he wouldn't stand for it.

! ITTO

cw. size kink, orgasm denial, squirting, praise

your boyfriend was big. but what's more he was big and dumb. even more dangerous; big and dumb with a huge cock that he knew exactly how to use.

it was always too much to take but after years of practice, you'd gotten used to it. even though you were still a "big baby" about it, as he would say.

he'd taken to using your gained tolerance and crybaby tendencies to force you upon his cock for his own pure enjoyment.

"stop...!" you cry, reaching forward to press against the dangerous swing hips, "itto! stop! i-i don't want it!"

"yes you do," he coos, "if you didn't, you wouldn't be making this mess..."

you shamefully glance at his length and can't help but moan at the sight -- a creamy ring wrapped around the thickest part of him in the middle. your poor little cunt was spread painfully wide to accommodate the intimidating cock your lover possessed.

"no..." you pitifully whimper, slumping against the bed with a shuddering sigh.

"you know that's not what i want to hear..." he whispers, eyes still glued to where he continued to try to bully his cock into you.

you reminded yourself of the little word you needed to say to make it stop. but when he shifted and another inch slipped into you, it flew right out of your head and all you could think was 'more'.

"stop..." is all that comes out of your mouth and your boyfriend grins, sharp fangs glinting in the dim light from the window.

"that's what i thought..." he says, gritting his teeth as he shifts his grip to under your knees, completely folding you up so your entire lower half lifts off the bed. the change in angle alerts you to what he plans and you find yourself holding your breath.

"now be good," he whispers, voice tender and sweet, "you can do it, take it all. don't run from it, little one...you've done so well....all that cryin' for nothin'..."

he had been working you open for the better half of an hour, stretching your poor, tiny cunt little by little. it was brutal and mind-numbing. he offered no attempts to make you cum no matter how close he knew you got.

despite that, you found yourself cumming around him even when he wasn't moving at all -- the simple, pure stretch he gave you was all you needed to fall over the edge. which is how the creamy, sticky mess that covered his cock got there to begin with.

it was hell.

but now you find yourself bracing for everything to finally come together. little spikes of fear grip you and you tearfully look up at him, eyes wide and glassy while he merely gives you a crooked grin.

he loved that look, the fear and anticipation that filled your gaze. you want him so badly but you know it's going to be too much and you'll be lucky if he doesn't fuck you to the point of unconsciousness.

"p-please..." you sniffle. he cocks his head, wondering if you've finally given up your little act only to shake his head when you utter, "don't..."

he shifts his stance and before you can blink, he swings his hips down, burying his whole length balls deep. he lets out a loud moan, cursing through gritted teeth as he's forced to hold you down when you buck and scream as you're forced to take all of his monstrous length at once.

your eyes roll back and your whole body twitches as you squeal, "no! c-cummin'! i'm cummin'! 's too much! too big! nonono-"

itto's eyes roll back in his head as he feels you gush around him, squirting a complete mess all over him and yourself until it's dripping down his balls. he uses his pure strength to hold you down and force you to cream around him. the sight and feeling is too much for him and he finds himself spilling into you with a surprised grunt.

he finally lets you go and you immediately squirm away, slamming your legs shut as you tremble on the bed. cute little sniffles and sobs come from you as you slowly come down from the intense high.

he shuffles forwards you, flopping down on the bed before hugging you close to him, sweet kisses to the top of your head helping you relax against him.

! ZHONGLI

cw. size kink, mean!zhongli w/ soft!zhongli at the end, riding, slapping, fingering

working your hips, you couldn't help but sob at the burning in your thighs as you slowly rode your boyfriend. he sat spread beneath you, a glare in his eyes as he watched you pathetically hump him cock.

"is this the best you can do, little one?" he asks, voice deep and lacking any warmth. it makes you flinch and hang your head, "humans really are so weak, aren't they?"

"i-i don't wanna anymore," you sniffle, moving to get off him but he quickly grabs your waist and forces you to sit completely. you cry out and go to grab his hands, "t-too deep! ah! it hurts!"

"you're not running away...are you?" he asks, cocking his head to the side, "i got home after a long day, just wanting to rest and relax but i couldn't...because a certain little mortal," he spits to word like he was disgusted, grabbing your cheeks to force you to look at him, "was begging for me to make them feel good. but now that you have to do the work, you plan to leave me here unfulfilled?" he clicks his tongue, shaking his head, "that just won't do, little one."

despite the way you squirm and cry, attempting to pop off of his long cock, you both know you're dripping a complete mess around him.

"now...why don't you continue...before i leave and find another little human who will be more than happy to do the work?" his words drive a stake into your heart and you sniffle.

he waits, watching you weigh your options -- you could do as you're told and continue or you could utter that one word that would end it all. but you decide against it -- despite the ache in your heart and thighs, you want to see how this plays out. and it feels much too good to actually stop.

so you place your trembling hands on his shoulders and slowly lift yourself up before dropping back down. he removes his hands from your hips and drapes them over the back of the couch with a sigh.

despite the tight, wet heat encompassing his cock, he looks completely bored -- unimpressed and like he could go soft at any moment.

"is this the best you can do?" he snaps, "absolutely pathetic. why am i wasting my time giving my cock to someone who doesn't even appreciate it?"

you whimper, resting your forehead against his neck, wanting just a little bit of his warmth and comfort to keep you going. luckily, he easily picks up on your cues and presses a little kiss to your head, allowing you to hear the subtle sigh of pleasure he releases.

you do your best to pick up the pace but you tire out again after a moment and let out a humiliated cry when he laughs at you. he grabs your hair, yanking your face out of his neck to cruelly slap you across the cheek.

"absolutely pathetic," he sighs, despite his cruel words, theyre said in such a lovely way that you can't help but clench around him, "shall i do the work then? since you can't seem to do anything on your own?"

you don't answer and he scoffs, quickly shifting so he's laying on his back with you on top of him. he lifts his legs and grips your waist, glaring at you from beneath you.

"just remember, you did this to yourself..."

before you can properly process his warning, he's hammering up into you. you nearly shriek with the pain of him slamming against your cervix. the force of his thrusts knocking you down.

all you can do is hold onto him, burying your face in his neck as he fucks you with inhuman force.

"i-it hurts!" you wail, "s-stop! please!"

he completely ignores you, grunting and groaning as he gets closer and closer to his high. you continue to babble and cry, begging him to stop and that it hurts but he holds you against him until he finally spills inside you with an almost relieved moan.

you're left trembling and crying into his chest as he pants, petting your hair and kissing the top of your head until you finally look at him.

his gaze is soft and sweet, allowing you to relax against him again. he thumbs away your tears and sighs, sitting up.

you whine when he shifts you in his lap, tapping your chin to make you look at him.

"did you cum?" he asks, smiling when you shake your head, "would you like to?"

you think about it for a moment and finally nod. he shifts you again so your back is to his chest, his hand dipping between your legs to find the gooey mess there.

he avoids your entrance, knowing the soreness is already probably setting in, and settle for soft little circles on your clit.

you sigh in pleasure, relaxing against him as he works you closer and closer.

"it's alright, little one," he whispers, "you can cum for me, i've got you."

at his sweet, loving words and under his tender touches, you twitch and cum with a soundless cry. he works you through the high and lets you relax against him, wrapping his arms around you.

@xiax // do not modify or repost

pretty little thing

part one || part two || part three || part four

warnings: nsfw || degrading, praise, creampie, unprotected sex, vaginal fingering, cunnalings, blow jobs, double penetration, reverse harem

part one: no warnings yet

characters: bonten x female y/n

word count (p1): 1k+

you weren’t necessarily used to the high life. you were used to doing things for yourself and by yourself. growing up wasn’t exactly ideal and you were forced to grow up pretty quickly. as much as your parents had the money, they didn’t know how to be parents.

you did what you needed to do so you could get by so being spoiled and pampered wasn’t something you expected or cared about.

your best friends all had sugar daddies and while it seemed fun, it wasn’t something you were interested in. you didn’t care how much money they got, old men? you took a hard pass

you ended up tagging along to a party with them anyway. they managed to convince you and you had been spending so much time with university and your job, going out could help ease off some of the stress.

“i’m just saying y/n, it wouldn’t hurt to live a little”

you already know what she’s implying so you just roll your eyes and reach for your drink. you had no intentions of getting drunk but you definitely needed something in your system if you were going to deal with them all night.

this club was exclusive so only very rich and wealthy people were regulars. you had heard about the owners of the place through the grapevine at school so you knew a little about them. you had also heard about bonten before so it was no surprise that the older men your friends associated themselves with, had some sort of business tie with them as well.

apart of you knew that it was dangerous. they weren’t exactly known for being friendly businessmen but as long as you stayed close to your friends and away from any vip area filled with strange men, you’d be fine and if push came to shove, you knew how to fight.

“papi says he organised a special evening for us” your friends says and you try not to gag and the nickname she has for her “lover”

“he’s already in the room, it’s upstairs” she continues and you don’t bother asking questions. you genuinely didn’t care about her “papi” who seemed to be very pretentious as you know he was from japan and definitely wasn’t hispanic at all.

you scoff and down the rest of your drink before you follow her and 2 other friends upstairs. they had their own partners who seemed to be there as well so you’d definitely be holding a candle at some point in the evening. maybe getting a little drunk wouldn’t harm anyone.

the room is beautiful. it’s hard to be mad when the interior looks expensive and very classy, which wasn’t what you expected. you were half expecting to find half naked women and men dancing and a form of entertainment..

your friend grins at you.

“pretty, isn’t it?” she asks and you nod

it takes you a moment to notice the other men in the room. it seems like they’re discussing business but they don’t look that much older than you are and well, they were definitely attractive

they all look up at the same time when a pink haired man says something and then they’re looking at you. you try not to feel awkward as you sit on an empty loveseat. the music is still playing even in the private rooms and they seem to have waitresses coming in and out offering more drinks and snacks.

“y/n, are you still good?” your friend asks and you smile

“yes” you say, “comfortable too”

she laughs before going back to shamelessly flirting with her boyfriend. you don’t say anything else and continue enjoying the comfort of the loveseat

“you alone this evening?”

you look up and there’s a very handsome man smiling down at you.

“allow me to introduce myself” he says, reaching out for your hand, “my name is ran, ran haitani”

“f/n .. l/n” you say, returning his sweet smile though you can tell there’s something hidden behind his pretty eyes and it almost has you feeling flushed, but you had a good poker face.

“would you like to join us?” he asks, “i see that your friends are … occupied”

you laugh and allow him to lead you to the other side of the room.

“this is y/n” he tells them, “pretty little thing, isn’t she?”

he introduces you to everyone and you find yourself being able to keep conversation without feeling awkward and you don’t bother putting up a façade the way your friends do around rich, powerful men.

“you came alone?” sanzu asks and you nod

“i find that hard to believe” rindou says, “your boyfriend would be an idiot to let you out on your own”

that has you laughing again. none of them are as subtle as they think they are but you’re also good at playing dumb. years of practice after growing up with pretentious parents.

“no boyfriend” you shrug, “university and work takes up most of my time”

“pretty and smart” mikey grins, though you find that his smiles never really reach his eyes. it’s a little unsettling but he doesn’t make you uncomfortable

“it must be … lonely” kakucho frowns, “being all alone i mean”

“you get used to it” you say, “i like my own space so it’s pretty convenient”

“you don’t have a roommate?” kokonoi asks and you shake your head

“i’m a little bit of a control freak” you admit, “i wouldn’t be able to stay with someone who didn’t do things the way i did”

ran laughs and cocks an eyebrow at that. this time, you try to be more subtle when you squeeze your thighs together.

“maybe you just haven’t found the right person to help you… let go of that control” mikey says, “it must be hard wanting to be in control all the time”

something about the way he says that makes you feel hot. you know what he’s implying by that and the idea of them taking all the control away from you seemed hot.. a little scary but you were adventurous.

before you could say anything, your friend came up to you

“y/n, i told papi that we’re leaving early” she smiles, “you have an early class tomorrow”

you almost forgot about that

“it was lovely to meet you all” y/n says, “thank you for the entertainment”

you miss the way ran looks at sanzu just as you’re leaving.

it definitely wouldn’t be the last time you saw any of them.

𝜗𝜚˚⋆ AND THEY WERE ROOMMATES… TOJI. F

˚ ༘♡ SUMMARY OF SERIES - just a variety of different moments with your older roommate, Toji :3 (NOT IN ORDER)

MAY CONTAIN - Fluff, angst, suggestive, Father figure Toji, AGE GAP (20, 40), no plans for smut at the moment!!! But there will be

MORE INFO & DETAILS

𝜗𝜚˚⋆ ITS OKAY, YOU'RE GOOD

𝜗𝜚˚⋆ RANDOMLY SITTING ON ROOMMATE TOJI’S LAP

𝜗𝜚˚⋆ HAVING A NIGHTMARE AND ASKING ROOMMATE TOJI IF YOU CAN SLEEP WITH HIM

𝜗𝜚˚⋆ PRANKING ROOMMATE TOJI THAT YOU’RE MOVING OUT FOR APRIL FOOLS

𝜗𝜚˚⋆ ASKING ROOMMATE TOJI, "CAN YOU NOT GET A GIRLFRIEND?"

𝜗𝜚˚⋆ ROOMMATE TOJI’S WEIRD HABIT???

𝜗𝜚˚⋆ PARK KID ASKING IF YOU AND ROOMMATE TOJI ARE MARRIED

𝜗𝜚˚⋆ TOJI LOVES PETTING YOU

𝜗𝜚˚⋆ RANDOMLY HUGGING ROOMMATE TOJI

𝜗𝜚˚⋆ ACCIDENTALLY MAKING ROOMMATE TOJI HARD

𝜗𝜚˚⋆ “PLAYFIGHTING” WITH ROOMMATE TOJI

𝜗𝜚˚⋆ PUTTING FACE MASK ON ROOMMATE TOJI

𝜗𝜚˚⋆ ACCIDENTALLY CALLS ROOMMATE TOJI DAD

𝜗𝜚˚⋆ WATCHING A HORROR MOVIE WITH ROOMMATE TOJI

SUGARSTREAM ♡ ┊꒰ gojo satoru x female reader ꒱ content ༄ minors do not interact ᥫ᭡ camgirl!reader, fanboy!gojo, virgin killer!gojo, sex toys, anal play, candy play, virgin kink, corruption, teasing, cum play, age gap (gojo is 33, reader is in 20s) fingering, masturbation, cunnilingus, condoms to unprotected sex, sprinkle of dumbification, praise, orgasm control. w.c ༄ est. 9.2k note from satorhime ༄ i got the idea for a camgirl au from an old request that i can't find in my inbox now but i hope you enjoy reading this. ♡ : · • rbs and comments are appreciated and loved!

gojo satoru has a big sweet tooth.

he can always be seen ordering a frappuccino with five pumps of caramel syrup and extra whipped cream at starbucks, showing up to morning training with an entire platter of chocolate dipped berries, or suckling a tootsie pop with obscenely inappropriate noises during important meetings because the components in sugar stimulates his brain, giving the right amount of rush someone like him needs to keep sane.

his credit card is most swiped at sweet shoppes and random souvenir stands that sell his favorite melon sugar cubes, or the zunda and cream kikufuku he likes so much.

because his appetite for the sweeter things in life is insatiable.

that's why it isn't a surprise he developed a craving for you. he's always had a greedy taste for doe-eyed young women and you happened to be exactly his type. saccharine smile, giggly laugh, and a head full of bubblegum. ijichi kiyotaka's sweet little apprentice who skipped through the halls eating strawberry hi-chews for lunch instead of proper meals, wearing tiny little skirts and rootbeer flavored lip gloss just to torment gojo into wanting to lick it onto his tastebuds.

pure and lovely, you've become his favorite sugar rush.

and with the help of pop culture and social media, he can have a sample before he finally buys the product.

RECENT TWEET FROM @xoyoursweetenerxo: i'll be streaming in 10 mins wearing new lingerie! come take a peek at pixelme.jp/sweetener <333

that's the alert that begins gojo's unraveling, rolling into his notification center. his heart kicks up an irritating notch when he flips his phone over in his hand and reads your username on the screen. he can feel the curious eyes of his three former students on his back as they trail him down the hall, but he has tunnel vision and cotton ears, their incessant chatter echoing in one ear and out the other.

"gojo-sensei, did you hear anything i just said?" megumi snaps, his annoyed tone barely registering.

"i heard a rumor that he finally has a girlfriend now, that's why he's always so distracted," nobara gossips into yuuji's ear, the two casting a long, knowing glance at their mentor.

"so it's like that?"

"it's like that."

"what were you saying?" gojo asks distractedly, lifting one side of his blindfold to unlock his phone, bringing up the twitter app. his main account loads first and he spares a single glance to nanami's weekend vacation update, two for tsukumo straddling her motorbike in hokkaido, and none for aoi ranting about takada's dating rumors at the top of his timeline.

he never hears megumi's reply because he's too busy switching to his private account, an empty lurker with a black photo. eager to click your profile.

tonight's stream invitation is pinned at the top, decorated with pink hearts but he ignores that for now. making sure to hold his phone at an angle his nosy ass kids can't peek at, a long pale finger swipes up to bring the scroll down to a spam of grwm selfies you just posted, a ritual before your streams. you're cute as a button in each one, but it's the last one— on hands and knees, ass pointed to the camera—that makes him groan, the sound covered up by an exaggerated sneeze.

"um, gross!" nobara screeches at him, folding her arms and leaning away. "you sounded like a middle aged dad."

satoru stops his long stride suddenly, masking his irritation by reaching into his pocket for his wallet, flipping the leather open for a spare credit card. he hands it to kugisaki with a pat on her head, grinning when she slaps his hand down and pockets his card without question.

"you know what? mission’s canceled for tonight!" he cheers, already heading in the opposite direction, shooting finger guns. he's eager to get away from his kids and to his office where he can concentrate on your stream. "go out without me and have fun!"

he waves off their confused looks, disappearing in a flash. attention glued to his phone like a teenaged boy. the sorcerer feels his cock twitch to life in his pants the longer he stares at your picture. you're wearing a skater dress that barely covers your plump ass, giving your twitter followers a tease of soft skin and cute stretch marks on the back of your thighs.

he knows that if he wants to see more, like the devastating visual of your slit spread around your favorite dildo, he'll have to join the stream and tip up.

not many people know about your other life. the angel who brings in sponge cake and iced coffee each morning to gojo, who shyly refuses to meet his stare whenever he walks into the room, unable to stand the intensity of his flirtations, is a camgirl with views high enough to land you in the top rated tab. people tipped you good and in return, you let them control your pleasure.

and gojo satoru is your biggest fan.

he hadn't been stalking when he found out. he'd just been passing by one of the staff rooms with the intention of terrorizing ijichi and found you instead, boldly streaming from your phone, whispering i bought my first vibrator! should i try it at work?

those annoying hot girls in your area, click for more! ads weren't needed because gojo had never made an account so fast.

and if he tuned into your grainy stream from his office, cock shamelessly fisted in his hand as he watched you push your panties to the side, phone camera positioned in an upskirt shot of you struggling to fit the small, vibrating toy inside your tight little cunt? mind your business.

he unlocks the door to his office now, shutting himself in before he clicks the streaming link, letting his phone redirect to the site so he can log in.

username: honoredone89 password: hollowedout28

"is the stream stable? hi, welcome! we'll get started soon."

the sound of your airy, girlish voice rings out from his phone as he falls into a leather lounge chair. you're streaming from your room this evening, dressed in frilly and frothy lingerie and a pair of lacy thigh highs, sitting up on your knees on a bed draped in a white gossamer canopy.

rosy led lights wash out the pretty tone of your skin in a soft pink glow, selling your sweet and innocent image. gojo figures that's why you're so popular— you feed right into their desires to turn out girls like you, drawing them in like worker bees to honey.

"how's my apprenticeship? it's going so good, thank you!" you answer a comment from one of your regulars, waving shyly at the viewers pouring into the virtual room.

"this won't be a long stream since i have to wake up early tomorrow, but..." you prattle on, leaning forward to check the viewer count. gojo's attention is drawn to the plump swell of your breasts in your bralette. god, he wants to run his lips all over the lace so bad; tonguing and biting over your nipples through the flimsy fabric until they're bitten raw. "while we wait for more to join, what did you boys do today-"

"ah, shoot. i almost forgot!" you gasp, twisting around to lean out of the canopy; opening the drawer on the nightstand.

as you rummage around, bent over, you accidentally allow your fans to admire the panties you're wearing. crotchless and lacy, the clips of a garter attached to your stockings. the backshot gives him a perfect peek at the shadowed seam of your pussy too, the little scraps of fabric on the front kissing your clit.

but more importantly, he can see the heart-shaped glass plug buried in the dip of your ass.

oh. well, when did you get that?

his tastebuds water, sweet tooth waking up for cravings. a quick decision made that he will stop holding himself back and get a taste of you, that he will be the end to your innocence.

in2feet chatted: this is boring hurry up and get naked

nakedman chatted: location? i'd fuck your ass so good kitten

it was obviously unintentional because your look of ditzy confusion is too cute when you turn around with the matching dildo, shaped like a sailor moon wand. but it ends up being the perfect way to begin your stream— tips roll in without prompting, chat pinging with comments.

"hehe, what are you guys- o-oh.." your question ends in a small sigh that makes his cock throb in his slacks. the air feels stagnant and warm in his office so he drags his blindfold down, unbuttoning the high collar of his jacket. you settled back on the bed too fast, the glass flare of the plug in your ass shifting, pushing a little deeper, twinging an unfamiliar lurch in your tummy. "t-to be honest, i've never used a plug before so it hurts a bit."

a young starlet improvising on a mistake, you lift the wand to your lips. pastel pink tongue peeking out to wet the tip as you blink innocently at the cam. "can i put this in the other hole to distract myself from the pain?"

gojo can feel his brain rotting down to the stems.

you settle against the cloudbank of pillows, bringing your laptop a little closer to finish setting up and check the time. "before i start, i want to remind everyone that i'll only take requests from the highest tipper tonight!"

cyberme chatted: whenever you're ready, baby. we're watching!

cyberme and 10 others tipped 20 hearts

tittystan (★ tip) tipped 50 hearts

"you guys are so sweet!" the sound of the tip bell and chat alerts fill the volume of your room, drowning out your voice. lewd requests and thirsty comments begin to chime in, begging for you to remove your bra, show your pussy, play with the plug in your ass.

you have these men wrapped around your little finger, even though their hearts will be cashed out for real coins at the end of the night.

tittystan (★ tip) chatted: play with those pretty tits for us pls

"is this okay?" your impatient thumb rubs over a clothed nipple, shivering at the touch. more tips fumble in and gojo can see you build the confidence you need to push your bralette down, tucking it under the curve of your breasts so they spill right out.

fuck... he can't help but imagine his large digits replacing yours, dragging the calloused pads of his thumbs over your nipples until you cry and his thirsty ass can drink up your tears.

satoru shifts, leaning back in his barcelona chair as he reaches down to press the heel of his palm to the swelling bulge of his cock at the same time you squeeze one of the fleshy globes into your hand, a soft whine whistling past your clenched teeth.

jacker82 (★ tip) tipped 250 hearts and chatted: fuck yourself on the dildo alr!

you nod at the comment, opening your legs a bit only to snap them shut a heartbeat later. "i-i'm sorry, i'm so nervous tonight!" your teeth chew against your bottom lip as encouraging comments ring in your chat, words of praises that urges you to go further.

posessiveness burns green through his veins at the comments from other men, but he knows how to take what he wants and right now, what he wants is your attention only on him.

honoredone89 chatted: don't be nervous. i'm with you.

honoredone89 chatted: go on and open up for me.

gojo doesn't miss the glow of arousal in your eyes as you read his comment, your heart beating faster than it ever has. honoredone89... you missed seeing his comments on your streams. he felt more like a collaborator, unafraid to poke, prod, tease. the way he talks shit at you leaves you soaked and whining each time, wondering who he is; crying into your pillow whenever he'd toss down five hundred to make you cum, then throw down another five to switch up and edge you at the last minute. want me to change my mind, angel? he'd chat out and you could almost taste his smirk.

you would be lying if you said that your little crush on this anonymous person had nothing to do with him reminding you of the white-haired fox you were instantly drawn to at the start of your apprenticeship. honoredone89 could very well be one of those creeps that records cam shows to reupload to shady porn sites or a catfish. after all, his profile picture is the lower half of a (really fucking gorgeous) mirror selfie. but considering that a man like the actual satoru wouldn't return your silly, growing affections, you're fine with cosplaying.

"o-okay, sorry," you obey him so easily, parting your knees, finally giving your fans a view of your pretty pussy in those crotchless panties. gojo should be ashamed, but he groans at the sight. you sigh as the cool air breezes over feverish skin, cooling the wetness clinging to your folds. it's why your fans love you so much— so wet during streams, no need for lube when your cute little pussy drools out the sweetest nectar no one has had the pleasure of tasting.

"look at you, sweet girl. you got any idea what you do to me?" you've barely shown anything and he feels like losing his fucking mind.

satoru should feel guilty for what he does next, but his conscious is crystal clear. mind blank and too fucking horny to think about propriety, he unbuttons his slacks. fishes his cock out to squeeze at the base, relieving some of the ache. his balls jump desperately as you slide the glass toy between your legs on the screen.

then his phone pings with a notif the moment you press the tip to your clit— a text from megumi dropping down, covering his view of the torturous circles you rub around the swelling nub. a swipe further down and you prod it against your entrance, panting out a low whine that knocks the wind out of gojo's chest, ears ringing.

"p-please let me put it inside!" you cry to the chat, noises so pretty. you'll sound even prettier when you're under him, squirming and pleading for him to fuck you until you live only for the feeling of his cock.

gojo's summer blue eyes scan over the message from megumi, ensuring his kids aren't in danger while he fucks himself off. he chokes off breathy groans so he can hear your moans, rubbing the rough pad of his thumb over the tip of his cock. muscles in his stomach twitching in pleasure as he nudges it inside the slit so clear, watery precum dribbles past his fingers to spill down the long length of his cock.

user20180407 chatted: fuck yourself already i'm so hard!

instead of gojo replying to an annoyed megumi complaining about having to go to a pachinko parlor (yuuji's idea, no doubt) with the others, he taps the tip button before he can stop himself.

honoredone89 (★ tip) tipped 1050 hearts

honoredone89 (★ tip)  chatted: just your fingers tonight, sweet girl.

"c-can i put them inside?" is your immediate answer.

honoredone89 (★ tip) chatted: nope, don't think i want you to do that.

the unhappy comments from your other viewers almost gives him more pleasure than the feeling of his palm rubbing out his cock in rough strokes.

"okay, thank you, sir," you tuck in with a soft smile. he knows you're thanking him for the fat wad of cash in your tip jar, not him snatching away your pleasure, but the sound of the honorific from your lips sends a zip of arousal straight down his spine. the way he fucks into his hand is messy now, dragging his hand up and down his dick. precum coating his fingers white, dripping onto his slacks. "thank you for letting me touch my clit."

he's your highest tipper and your pleasure is always in the hands of your tip jar. setting the toy aside with the hope he'll let you use it later, you open your legs until your knees touch the sheets, joints in your hips aching. reaching fingers to the opening in your panties. you're so soaked, pretty lace all darkened in spots. you spread your folds, circling your clit with two fingers.

"oooh, o-oh.. it's not enough, please let me-"

"hope y'r this greedy when i feed you my cock, princess, fuck. gonna... give you what you need soon, don't worry," he promises to empty air, sweating hard beneath his jacket with his hand tight around his cock. imagining that he's got you right here in his office, fucking up into your pussy as you struggle to bounce on him. on the phone, his speaker rings with your frustrated whines. your thighs tremble as you rub your clit too fast, making it sore.

a few attempt to match his price and tip him out, wanting control over your delicious pleasure; wanting you to use the dildo so they can imagine the little toy is their cocks. but unlike the cheap fucks swarming around your chat, the black metal of his bank card is limitless. there's no one that can stop him from blowing hot cash on an even hotter girl so he does. doubling your tips, tripling it down each time.

the sorcerer has plans that won't be ruined by old men escaping nagging wives and stressful jobs by twisting their dicks to the moans of pretty girls.

at the end of the night, he plans on adding another maraschino cherry to the top of his ice cream sundae.

but that all depends on you.

now when did he close his eyes? on his screen, gojo almost misses it. the prettiest sight.

"c-can i cum, sir?" you simper to your fans, to him. "fuck me. it.. it's right there. please say yes, please please!" circling the pad of your finger under the hood of your clit where you're most sensitive at, you slide a hand up your body to squeeze one of your breasts. a soft gasp pushing out to join the squish of your fingers rubbing through the wet between your thighs.

honoredone89 (★ tip) tipped 2000 hearts!

user20221030 chatted: this rich fuck is so annoying stop hogging!

gojo sounds like a maniac when he tosses his head and howls at the comment, unrestrained laughs choking off into a deep moan when he strokes down and squeezes the base of his cock. fighting off his orgasm for a torturous edge to himself.

honoredone89 (★ tip) chatted: since you can't hold it, go on and show everyone how pretty you are when you cum.

"yu-yes, sir!"

gojo wasn't lying. even the lagging connection to your stream can't dim the beauty you are when you reach your high. it burns a hole into his brain, tearing shivers down his spine as he watches the band snap as soon as you answer his comment. it's real, but you make it pretty, arching off the bed, thrashing, clamping your thighs together as you cum with strained whimpers.

reluctantly, he takes his wet cock and tucks himself away, hissing as the sensitive head presses against the zipper of his slacks.

"did you guys cum too?" you're asking shyly, ready to end your livestream. gojo cleans his hand on his blindfold with a snort at the viewers complimenting your show.

user203020 chatted: u need to block that rich dude. it's unfair. not coming back until u do

cyberme chatted: so hot, kitten. see you next time!

tittystan chatted: don't go babe i didn't get to cum yet :c

sitting up, you wrap your arms around your legs, chin resting atop your knees. your body still trembles with the aftershocks of your little orgasm, but you pull the laptop closer with a blissfully tired smile to answer questions, goodnight wishes, and thank your viewers for their support.

"thank you so much! if you have ideas for my next stream, leave a reply on twitter," you say distractedly, tapping on your laptop.

gojo's phone buzzes with a notification shortly after and he's not surprised that it's a message sent to his account on the cam site.

xoyoursweetenerxo ♡ : hi >< you were my highest tipper!!! do you have any requests for me?

is what the message reads and gojo wears a big smirk as the cards deal a lucky hand just for him. he cradles his phone in both hands as long fingers fly over the keyboard to reply.

no more time wasted after he's blown away hours, weeks, months on the chase for you.

honoredone89: you know what? i think i do!

honoredone89 is typing . . .

honoredone89: open your door for me.

404 error: this livestream has ended!

somehow, that leads to gojo satoru standing in the middle of your room at jujutsu tech.

you'd barely had time to fix your lingerie and clear the smudges of your lipstick before a familiar rap of knuckles was at your door— the same rhythm gojo knocks against your desk each morning to get your attention.

he looks out of place standing in the frills of your pink wonderland, led lights turning pure white hair the color of blush as he glances around at your bishoujo figurines, sanrio plushies, and special edition manga volumes.

"cute," he comments with an amused smile and points, your cheeks warming as you follow his line of vision to the sailor moon dildo sitting on your sheets, forgotten. "where's the other one?"

"h-how did you know..."

"still inside you, i take it?"

"h-how!" your reaction is adorable, different now that you're in front of him. fiddling with the ribbons of your robe, unable to watch his gemstone blue eyes darken to a deep pit of arousal when you nod.

with the feeling of a hare caught in a trap, you watch as he crosses the tiny space to stand in front of you. crowding you against the kitchenette with his imposing six foot three stature. though you want to shrink away, there is something about him that beckons you closer like the limitless, making you want to stay close to him and soak up more of his attention.

"ah, um- i bought these for you earlier today!" you blurt out to him in a hurried whisper, scrambling to reach for the decorated jar of lollipops you intended to gift to him tomorrow. "there's cream, melon, cotton candy, there's matcha too because i know you like-"

"you scared of me?" he wonders, but he accepts your distraction, plucking a cherry-flavored lollipop for himself, amused.

"no!"

he's very attractive without his blindfold, snowy peaks of hair sitting wild over his forehead. you watch as he unwraps the treat, tasting it for the first time like he's tasting you, his tongue working around it; swirling and licking it obscenely on purpose. waiting for that shift, the shameful press of your thighs even though you just had an orgasm. falling for it, you shyly avert your gaze and gojo fights down a smirk.

"there's no need to be nervous, you know," he soothes, hooking a finger under your chin. the deep croon of his voice curls down your spine, bubbling hot desire in your tummy. "i'm right here with you."

"i-i'm not nervous!" you say, wanting to reassure him that he is welcome even though a small voice tells you to run.

after all, haven't you heard the rumors about him?

compliment him in any busy ladies room and you'll summon rumors that gojo satoru picks cherries like a farmer. that gojo satoru fucks girls high in his penthouse, only to drop them low when he ushers them to the elevator hours later. that gojo satoru—

i don't believe it, and your naive schoolgirl crush on him bats those thoughts away.

"obviously a camgirl wouldn't be nervous, silly me," he nods, tone light and teasing. he tilts his head to the side as he reaches for you, thumb easing your silk robe apart. sensual as he pushes it off your shoulder, a shiver rolling down your spine. "did you mean what you said?"

"what do you mean?"

"in your stream," he hums, skimming up the curve of your neck. fingernails scraping lightly over your pulse, and his cock aches at the strangled sound you make. "when you begged me to touch you, fuck you. did you mean what you said, sweet girl?"

"the tipper... honoredone89..."

"was me, yes," he points to himself, smiling. it takes a little while for realization to dawn and he thinks you're too sweet. god, after he finishes breaking in your cunt, he wants to protect you from men like him for the rest of his life. only after, though. "expecting someone uglier?"

where you should feel mortification, you feel sticky and full of attraction for the older man in front of you. how many times did you fuck yourself on two fingers while watching couples on cam, imagining gojo was there and pressing your legs to your chest while he fucked the inexperience right out of you? how many times did you wish that snarky regular on your streams was actually him?

"g-gojo?" you call softly, peeking up at him through thick fans of lashes. twiddling your fingers together in a gesture so fucking cute, it makes his stomach churn. "can i ask you something?"

"hmm? go ahead."

"how many virgins have you fucked?"

"why? you wanna be my one and only?" he teases, a mocking grin set on his lips. "you're really a virgin... too sweet."

"i didn't say that! i.. it's the reason i started streaming. to learn more! it’s an experiment because i don't know how to make someone else feel good." you're babbling, the words rushing out too quickly as you fidget and grip the hem of your robe, looking down to avoid his eyes. "will you teach me?”

“if i teach you, don’t think i’ll go easy on you,” his grin is wicked before he reaches down to ruffle your hair, as if you’re a precious little gem to him. “it’s nothing to be ashamed of, sweetness. it just means i’ll really have to put my back into it!”

putting his back into it means fucking you absolutely dumb, but you don't need to know that yet.

the way he looks at you is an awakening. with a little burst of confidence, you make your own decision; burying your fingers into the collar of his jacket, bringing him down for your first kiss. it's a little awkward with the stick of lollipop in his mouth and your inexperience, teeth and stiff lips until he takes the lead. his lips feel like clouds and you want them everywhere, want to kiss him forever. sink his soft groans into your skin, keep the taste of candy flavored spit on your tongue for the rest of your days as he licks into your mouth, coaxing feelings out of you you've never felt before; kissing you into dizziness.

"please," you pull away, eyes begging— he only needs to be told once.

he takes it in stride, smirking around the stick of lollipop. he draws his hand down, fingers sliding under your bralette to toy with the doughy skin of your breast, rolling a nipple between two pads until the bud pebbles under his touch.

then his path switches, traveling lower and you know exactly where his hand is going. heart fluttering wildly, you whine and nervously press closer to him, hiding your face against the front of his jacket.

but you weren't stopping him, you didn't want to. curiosity coaxes your desire for gojo satoru out of its shell. the entire reason you started exploring the world of porn and cam shows, frustration and curiosity. most women your age had bloomed and blossomed. they were experienced while you felt left behind. never been taken on a date, never been kissed, never been fucked.

a clean slate for the taking.

"i wonder why you're so pretty, hm? been torturing me for months, sweet thing," gojo nudges your feet apart, tongue pushing out the lollipop for one last suck, his lips star candy pink. making you want to kiss him again. "want to taste you instead."

"you mean..."

"don't worry, i'll take good care of you," he gently plucks your hands from his jacket, lowering his lithe body to the floor in a fluid motion. he props one of your thighs over his shoulder, shamelessly spreading your pussy open for him.

cheeks heated, the sight of gojo staring between your legs with a ravenous glint in his eye is too much. your hands fly over your eyes, but he's not having it; reaching up to snatch them down. "good girls keep their eyes open, don't they? how will you learn?"

he hasn't even touched you and yet, lust buzzes an ache between your hips that is driving you crazy.

"good girls deserve to know what it looks like, what it feels like to have me right here,” he continues and leans in to press a trail of kisses to your inner thigh. nips and marks along the fleshiest parts, chuckling at your quiet yips. he slides a thumb between your folds, splitting them to play with your clit. you feel like falling as he circles between your thighs, a gasp hiccupping at the base of your throat before you choke it off.

"g-gojo-"

he builds the anticipation. getting you used to the motion of something familiar before he opens your pussy for business— the sweetest dessert all for him before the main course. "so what do you think? gonna let me taste how sweet this pussy is, angel?"

"what if you don't like the taste?" you hesitate, hand slipping into the milky clouds of his hair. "i-i heard that happens."

"trying to keep it all to yourself?" he teases, eyes shining as he crooks a smile at you. he indulges you with another feathery kiss to your thigh, his hand on your hip, caressing the skin lightly. "there's no way i won't like the taste of you. not when i have this-"

before you know it, he presses something warm and sticky to your clit, replacing his finger. when you realize just what it is, you whimper loudly.

"oh, oh god. y-you're supposed to use your fingers-" you point out halfheartedly. gojo drags the sugary ball of the lollipop against your clit in tantalizing swirls, smearing the sticky cherry syrup across your pussy and mixing it with your own juices.

"i'll clean up after myself, sweet thing," he reassures, nose pressed to the soft curls at your mound, breathing in your heady scent before he tips his head forward to taste you. this is his favorite part- the possessive feeling in his chest once a virgin is on his tongue, knowing he's the first one to look up and see heaven above him. to hear your soft whimpers and feel the unsure tremble of your thighs.

"how does it feel? you like it?" he asks, kissing your clit with a gentle suck that tightens the muscles in your tummy. he licks against you with skill, tongue a warm wetness over your clit. the feeling gojo pulls from you is all new, butterflies between your hipbones as your cunt flutters around emptiness.

"i think i like it, sir. i-it's so-" you whine, the honorific a slip up. ashamed to talk filth to a man you're assigned to bring oversweetened coffee to every morning. it's so easy talking to the men behind your camera. they're blank faces that pay for a performance and to be soaked in the right words. in person, in front of the man who brings you alive, your tongue is tied up in the heat he licks into your throbbing pussy.

"sir, huh?" you can feel his grin spread along your lower lips, his chuckle vibrating against your skin. he stiffens his tongue for a harder lick, quick flits that bathes your clit in bubbly spit, burning pleasure into your nerves that drives you to tears.

gojo's fingers press bruises into your squishy thighs, locking you in his strong hold. he trails the syrupy sphere of the sucker down to your drooling little hole, nudging until he slowly works the candy up into your pussy at the same time he sucks your clit back into his mouth.

you choke out a wet sob, your hands pushing at his shoulders. squirming and trembling, plush walls clamping down around the hard ball of the lollipop with a wince as he fucks it in slow, his eyes focused on the way your walls slurps it inside.

nothing could have prepared you for gojo satoru fucking you with a piece of candy.

"bet your fans would love to see this," he muses, releasing your puffy clit with a shameful pop, a trail of spit and slick connecting you to the sorcerer's chin. "you can barely handle a piece of candy. look at this cute little pussy struggling to take it."

he can't hide his arousal when you taste this good, smacking and slurping like his last meal on earth is between your legs. you release a frustrated whine when he removes the candy, but he appeases you with his tongue— dragging the pink muscle down to curl it into your pussy, the squishy feeling of it making you squeak and grip the edge of the counter behind you.

gojo mumbles a deep groan, tastes so fucking sweet, curling his tongue in and out of you languidly, your squeaks tapering off into breathy pants. he's running out of patience, your noises shooting straight to his leaking cock, but he's determined not to rush. he wants to savor your first time. savor the sweet taste of sugar combined with the earthy flavor of you.

he has to make it good so you remember him after you inevitably come to your senses and make him leave before he breaks your heart.

his palm moves up and lands on your breast, squeezing too hard but you whine for the twinge of pain, placing your hands over his larger one. you hold him like a lifeline as he makes good on his promise of cleaning you all up— drinking down every little drop of candy coated slick until you run dry, until the wet slide against your folds is because of his spit.

"i-i'm-" the stretch of his tongue is so good, your eyelashes wet as you chase the sensation. second orgasm on the brink with his skilled mouth licking and suckling over sensitive nerves. you could end it there, cum on his tongue and let him tuck you into bed after, but you've had enough of not knowing what it feels like to be manhandled down onto a bed, kissed slow, and fucked open by his cock.

you want it to be him and no one else.

"you close?" he reels back, lapping at the entrance to your heat, a tease that makes you cry out. blues flit up to look at you, gaze soft and patient even though his desperation to be inside you has him fraying at the seams. when you nod at him, pushing your hips forward, begging, he grins. "didn't you already cum tonight? who taught you to be so greedy, hmm?"

"i-i'm s-"

"you think you can hold it for me? no, i know you can. hold it for me baby. don't cum."

"n-no, don't! wanna cum, please please- wanna cum so bad!" but he's not hearing it. he pinches your clit meanly until the twinge of pain clouds over your orgasm, laughing lightly as you drive your fist into his shoulder in frustration, a hit that doesn't hurt him one bit.

he pats your mound with a smile but before he stands to his full height, he ghosts his sticky lips over your ankle as he sets your foot to the floor, teeth grazing the anklet you're wearing. a tender kiss that has no business making your heart flutter like that when he's so mean.

"i'll make sure of it, but right now i need you to save it for me, pretty princess. i promise it'll be so much better if you cum around my cock." the sorcerer whispers his filth to your ear, leaving wet kisses along the shell. is it normal for your knees to be so weak? "ain't that what you wanted earlier? want something to fill your pussy up, don't you?"

you're so shivery that you hold onto gojo like your life depends on it. feeling wet and used between your legs already.

somehow, you know that gojo satoru is above what you're able to handle. he's a grown man with years of fucking under his belt and you're an apprentice parading as a camgirl who just had your first kiss. but really, it hardly matters when you want him in too many ways to care anymore.

"i want it, want it so bad, please!" you chant, prepared to get on your knees and beg for it while this otherworldly attractive man grins down at you. you feel like sobbing when he listens, circling his arms under your thighs to lift you effortlessly. legs cling to his waist as he walks the few paces it takes to reach your bed, splaying you out amongst the pillows.

"then i'll give it to you, sweet thing. but first, i think you'd be more comfortable in a familiar setting, hmm?"

he wants to film your first time.

it's filthy and you should refuse, but it's also exactly what you daydreamed of. all those nights honoredone89 watched your streams, you wished he was actually there. in front of the camera with you, back to his chest while he stretched you wide on three fingers and claimed you as his for all of your viewers to see.

you're too shy to actually let your fans watch you be fucked by someone else, but you let him hit record on your laptop, the pink camera at the edge of your bed recording a private show for your eyes only, but giving you the illusion of a livestream nonetheless. "don't pay attention to the camera until i tell you to, okay? eyes on me."

after a small nod from you, he makes quick work of his uniform. unbuttoning his jacket to reveal broad planes of smooth ivory skin. shoving his slacks down, no underwear like you expected so his dick springs out, slapping warmth against your thigh.

it's easy to forget you're being filmed when you’re too busy gaping at him undressing. washboard abs taper off into a carved adonis belt dusted with moonlight hair. and with the eyes of a curious virgin, your gaze peeks down to his cock and it makes your tastebuds water. a perfect balance of long and girthy, the smooth tip blushing pretty and pink.

"can i touch it?" your dewy lashes flutter as you reach forward, wanting to know what the weight feels like in your hand. wanting to brush your fingers over the blue veins, maybe even dip your head down to lap up the pearly precum drooling from the head.

"nuh-uh, but you can feel it," he sucks his teeth in reprimand, catching your hand and brushing an affectionate kiss across your fingertips. "alright, sweetheart. how do you want it?"

"i-i always imagined i'd be on my stomach," you whisper, wanting to sink into your covers after voicing such a thing. a combination of your favorite fantasy position and wanting to hide your face from the camera.

"as you wish."

he obliges, gripping your waist and rolling you over for him, front pressed flat into the pillowy mattress. though your hips are caged in by gojo's strong thighs, you wriggle your legs back and forth, cutely tapping his lower back with your toes.

"i-i hear it's better like this." you mumble into the pillow under your cheek, just to get rid of the silence in the air.

he only laughs at your small talk, kissing your shoulder with care. "oh, sweet girl. i'll show you how much better it is."

nerves flutter in your tummy at that, but you trust him more than anything— more than the women who warned you not to harbor a crush on him. he straddles your thighs, reaching into the pocket of his discarded slacks.

you hear the crinkling of a foil packet being ripped, all the air whistling from your lungs in a shaky breath as you twist around, embarrassed; catching him about to roll a condom over his cock. "w-wait-"

"cold feet?"

"no," god, no. "i- please, you don't have to wear one of those."

"yeah?" gojo snorts with a growing smile, but he shrugs and tosses the protection aside, caution to the wind and no further questions on it. blood rushes to his head quick now, dizzy as he draws your hips up a little until your ass bumps against his stomach. you're so easy to move, so cute and weak, like feathers under him.

his patience was lost long ago, but he's a team player. he gathers the seat of your ass against his palms, a soft peach that jiggles when he squeezes and kneads to the song of your whines, his eyes hypnotized by the jeweled plug. "you've had this in for so long, princess." he draws a long finger down the line of your ass, tugging at the plug gently to see your hole spread. the remnants of the lube you used makes it an easy slide as he pulls it out. tossing it to the sheets.

he coos when you squirm away from him with a soft cry, hurts satoru, and he fucking loves the sound of his given name on your tongue. his thumb rubs over the puckered entrance to soothe the soreness. it would be so easy to sink his finger in, cock up next, but he'll save that for another night. "sorry, princess, i know. i'm just making room. i don't think you're ready to take both yet.. let me make it up to you."

gojo keeps your cheeks spread, slotting his cock in the tight space between your plump thighs. he pushes the thick cockhead through your sopping folds. you can feel the milky pearls of precum smearing along your thighs and cunt with his thrusts, a wet slide right against your heat but it's not enough. "p-please-"

"f-fuck, sweetheart. how are you gonna fit me inside you? look at this."

he's mean for teasing a virgin so much, but he can't help himself. he glances up at the recording laptop; the cam feed showing him your face pressed into the pillows, writhing all over your pretty sheets. fuck, you look so good. he's used to breaking in the starstruck beauties who flock to him, but he plays favorites now— fearing that once he truly has you, you’ll never let go of his heart, his cock.

"i don't- oh god- i don't know, but i want to try, sir," you breathe out through your whines, the honorific only baiting him into getting your way, a true performer. "p-please let me try!"

"such a good girl, even when your fans aren't watching. if you want it, take it then. put it in for me," he almost pleads, wanting to see that you want this just as much and you fucking do. too teased out to feel the jitters fluttering in your heart. you reach behind you, hand fumbling to wrap around his girth. skin feverish after hearing his heavy intake of breath— oh, you did that to him. satoru ducks his head to grip your chin and kiss all over your face, heated presses of his lips reserved for a lover. a distraction for you both as you guide his cockhead to nudge at the entrance of your pretty virgin cunt—

your eyes mist over, crystalline tears clinging to your lashes; losing focus after his hips sink forward. hiding your face in the sheets again, you muffle the depraved whimpers you hiccup out as gojo's cock forces your walls to spread open just for him. white heat slicking your body with sweat as you squirm under him on the bed. he's so fucking long, and he chuckles when you slide a hand down to your stomach to make sure you can't feel him there, too. he feeds you his cock slow so you feel every inch of him, bullying a spot to sit right up against your womb.

"t-too big- oh m’ god, it's too big satoru!"

"you cryin' f' me, baby?" oh, he is aching. no room in the little space your pussy gives him. he struggles to breathe, hair sticking to his forehead as he fights for his composure. he wants to treat you tenderly, break you in the right way, but you're a hot brand around his cock, sucking him in so good it drives him wild.

"s-satoru-"

"you feel that? much better than your toys, isn't it?" he kneels, pinning one hand over your back to keep you in place. "you can take it, cutie. just ease up for me a little, i've got you."

you try to relax, eyes shut and sheets bitten into your mouth. you've never felt anything like it— the intrusion of his cock builds a pressure that none of your toys could've prepared you for. an overwhelmingly tight fit, you feel too full, in over your head. pussy staining his cock with frothy slick as he draws his hips back for an experimental thrust, an emptiness that makes you whine loudly for him to fill you up again.

"talk to me, tell me how it feels, angel."

"o-oh- i don't... i don't know-" you gasp, leaning up on your elbows, a sensual dip in your back, the way you've seen the girls on the nsfw accounts you follow pose. the webcam films your fucked out expression and you're too cock hungry to care about it now, watching it shamelessly on the screen of your laptop.

"can't talk?" gojo taunts, digging his nails into the skin of your ass as he levels his weight into his hips and fucks forward. heavy, deep snaps that furrows your brow cutely, determined as you try your best to take him like you imagine the experienced women who are used to the oppressive force of his cock do.

"want me to slow down?" he asks softly, a little worried. after all, it wouldn't be the first time his dick knocked someone out. but you shake your head rapidly and he cackles, pairing that insane sound with deeper thrusts, sharp hipbones rutting against the back of your ass as he bottoms out again— too deep.

"wan' see your face, please 'toru, please," you blubber into the sheets, but his keen hearing picks it up anyway. stopping is the hardest thing ever, but he pulls out; pushes you onto your back with a hiss.

"can't believe you wanna watch me break in this cute little pussy. what changed?" he goads, but he doesn't wait for your answer. "you know what to do."

shyly, you wriggle down the bed until your hips are flush against his, reaching between the sweaty shadow of your bodies to handle his damp cock again. the stretch is no easier to take the second time, but you know what it feels like. pining for the slight twinge, the hot burn as he spreads sweet fire through your nerves. the weight of his cock fucking your pussy open in slow, teasing thrusts that leaves you whining.

"don't go easy on me-"

satoru listens instantaneously, pounding you roughly as he nips and marks your sweaty skin as his, little love bites along your neck you'll have to cover in the morning. something he never does, but call him attached to you now. "that's all you needed, ain't it? you don't want those sick fucks watching you. just wanted me to make a mess of this pretty pussy."

"y-yes!" you cry against his shoulder and he buries his nose against the pulse point at your neck, inhaling sweet gulps of sex and perfume. a grunt kicks out of his chest as he leaves you, leaning back on his heels to fuck harder, your fingers flying to his forearms as he grips your waist, tugging you forward onto his cock to meet his thrusts.

you become a victim to his skilled fucking, to the harsh slap of his hips that a virgin has no business taking. thighs trembling up a storm, desperately trying to close as his cockhead drags along your gummy walls on the quick pull out, fucking your nerves to a red glow.

"you're so good for me, best girl. so good. keep these legs nice and spread for me so i can fuck this pussy the way she deserves."

neither of you pay attention to the blinking red light of your webcam, too lost in the throes of good fucking. satoru can't keep his eyes off of you as you wriggle desperately underneath him. you're a mess; lips swollen and slicked with spit from your lolling tongue, hair splayed out all over your sanrio pillows while you stare up at him through teary, lidded eyes with the most fucked out look of adoration for the man pounding you, he almost feels guilty.

"s'toru.. satoru- w-will i get to cum again? it feels so- but i can't-"

he loses his final thread of sanity at your little pants and whines of his name. "some girls need it right here, d... don't they, sweet girl?" he says, stuttering when your pussy clenches him in on a good stroke. slick squelches out of you, staining your favorite sheets in a gooey puddle. it's how he knows his cock is fucking you at the right angle, brushed up against that precious spot nestled along your walls. your back arches high off the sheets when he hits it, but a big palm at your belly presses you down, refusing to let you run.

"it feels better right here, too," he tells you, his hand shifting down. drawing sticky shapes of his initials under the hood of your sore, puffy clit— and you've touched yourself enough times to know what the feeling means. the pooling of sweet heat in your belly, the giddy waves of dopamine swirling in your nerves as a man throws you into your peak for the first time. "feel it yet? yeah you do. cum for me like a good fucking girl, make a mess of my cock like it's yours, pretty girl. give it to me."

you're sobbing for him, clinging to him as if he can protect you from the force of your own orgasm. tears welling up in your big eyes as the knot in your tummy bursts so suddenly and you cum, walls fluttering around satoru's cock so tight it pains him to thrust through it. no thought in your pretty mind except the relentless pressure he fucks out of your body. overstimulation sets in too quick and you push at his stomach frantically as your juices splash onto the sheets, wetting all over his hand and bathing down the white trail of hair on his stomach. "i-it's too much, wait-"

"fucking.. fuck, princess- let me go or ‘m gonna cum inside you.. you're sucking me in so tight. f-fuck!" he is only seconds behind you, remembering at the last minute to draw back on his heels and pull his cock out of your weeping pussy. you're still shaking in the aftermath of the best orgasm you've ever had but he’s pinching your puffy lips between his pointer and thumb. it only takes a few rubs of his cock through your swollen folds before he whines low in his throat, grunting and tossing his head back as he spills thick ropes of opaque cum all over your pretty crotchless panties and ruined pussy.

"o-oh.. there's so much of it-" you marvel and when he opens his eyes again on the come down, hips kicking weakly now, he sees you reaching down to run your fingers through the cum he left between your thighs, pinching his sticky seed between your fingers curiously.

you're going to be the fucking death of him.

"yeah, that happens," he chuckles with no breath in his lungs, no energy to tease you about it. he is too dignified to collapse on the bed with a softening dick, in need of a long ass nap, so he leans forward and pets the roots of your hair softly. "you need anything? besides a bath and your diary to give me raving reviews, of course.”

"i..." you start, sitting up and reaching for the closest thing that can cover you besides the stained sheets of your bed: gojo's uniform jacket. you drape it around your front, looking away to hide the vulnerability in your eyes. "can you stay until i fall asleep? you can leave after but.. i don't.."

don't be greedy, is what he would usually tell a woman asking him to sleepover after he's snatched her innocence up and fucked her into a limp. but with you, the sinking feeling in his chest, the months of pocketing your hidden smiles and shy flirtations to think about during his darkest hours, tells him only one thing: he wouldn't have left even if you asked him to.

"i'm not going anywhere."

gojo experiences a first tonight, too. for the first time ever, he doesn't run.

instead, he stays. cleans you up with a warm towel and eases you into clean underwear, though you insist on wearing his jacket as pajamas. he even helps you change your soaked sheets ( with insufferable comments asking if he can keep them. ) you don't know what it means when a man stays after being your first, but your heart feels too warm and a little bit in lo—

"what's that sound?"

you're about to tuck into bed, ready to snuggle in safe and sound with gojo watching over you when his voice speaks up. now that your post-orgasmic haze has cleared a little, you hear it too. the quiet chime of the tip and chat bells ringing wildly from your still open laptop.

the camera at the end of your bed blinking lipstick red from its perch on the tripod.

like.boobs.97 chatted: that bastard is so lucky.

"oh... oh, no!" you squeal, scrambling to shut the laptop down, face burning with mortification. you should have checked, you should have checked. you have to help satoru with his emails in the morning, why did you trust him to click the right button?

you've been streaming to your viewers on the cam site the entire time.

"whoops," is all gojo says, carefree and flippant as ever as he moves to stretch out across your bed like an oversized unbothered cat, drawing you against his body.

"so, you gonna introduce me as your new boyfriend or what?"

stream viewers: @atsumeii ┊ @bbyatsumu ┊@yuujispinkhair ┊@danibby

RATE MY PROFESSOR! — GOJO SATORU & GETO SUGURU.

kinktober day one — threesomes ; find masterlist here

synopsis. you’re professor gojo’s TA—the catch? you both are romantically involved. what do you do when professor geto happens to accidentally walk in on you giving a blowjob? let him fuck you so he keeps his mouth shut and doesn’t tell a soul, of course

length. 5.1k words (deep, big, heavy sigh)

contents. minors do not interact, fem! reader, college au, teacher-student relationships, prof! satoru + suguru, TA! reader, power imbalance, age gaps (reader is early twenties and satoru + suguru are early thirties), semi public sex (at campus in satoru’s office), suguru walking in on you and satoru, threesomes, fingering + blowjobs + hair pulling + throat fucking + cum swallowing (satoru), male masturbation + edging (suguru), unprotected sex + (one) clit slap + creampie (suguru), pet names (baby, sweetheart, angel, princess, pretty girl, good girl), not proof read—i am a raw dog kinda gal

notes. i would highly discourage having intimate relations with a professor—but….if your professor looks like gojo or geto, i’m blind babe. i ain’t see nothing. i won’t tell a soul

“you guys wanna get lunch?” nobara hums, “we’re all here.”

megumi, as always, looks like he’s about to say no—he probably wants to go home as quickly as possible. but that’s not an option because before he can, yuji has already piped up with an enthusiastic, “yeah! i’m down.”

you fiddle your fingers nervously—how are you supposed to get out of this one? you’d just used the excuse of grading assignments for satoru yesterday, and surely you couldn’t possibly have a fresh pile of them to grade again within twenty-four hours, right? it’d be a suspicious excuse, especially one for nobara, who seems to sniff out a lie a little too easily. 

it’s not that you don’t want to hang out with your friends, you love them. really. but you promised you’d be in satoru’s office in fifteen minutes—and you’re not about to keep him waiting, so lunch will have to wait for another time.

you’re still thinking of a usable excuse when she turns to you herself, unimpressed as she dryly says, “i assume you have some midterm review to help him polish or something,” she grumbles, “gojo is so lazy,” she scoffs.

oh—well, that wasn’t very hard. she’s just made it ten times easier for you. nobara has handed you the perfect excuse right in the palm of your hand, and before you can even play it off casually, yuji cuts in and distracts her. bless yuji, you think to yourself.

“hey, professor gojo is a great guy! we all passed with an A! isn’t that great?”

“everyone gets an A in his class, dumbass,” megumi grunts, rolling his eyes, “not getting an A in his class practically means you’re deliberately trying to do poorly.”

on campus, professor gojo is a fan favorite—his rate my professor score is a perfect five stars, and most of the students around campus rave about him. why? because he gives out the letter grade A+ like it’s candy. anyone would love a professor like that. 

he doesn’t ever take attendance or knock your grade down when you skip class, his assignments are always easy to google answers to, and the quizzes have unlimited time and attempts. his tests are straightforward enough that even if you never pay attention, doing the review he uploads is sure to help you cram enough to pass. and what’s better? he always adds a generous curve. not only that, but professor gojo is a friendly guy—he loves talking to his students, loves to ramble away if you stop him in the halls or visit during office hours, loves to listen to your stories and nod along in interest, loves to crack jokes and have a good laugh.

everyone loves professor gojo. and when they leave his class with an A+, they love him even more. 

you had an A+ in physics yourself when you took his class—and you hate physics. you hated it in high school, and you hate it now. but for gojo satoru? you’re almost a physics enthusiast. professor gojo—or rather, satoru, as you call him now, takes a liking to you. a very…strong liking, if you will. 

it all starts on a fateful monday afternoon two semesters ago—it’s one thirty pm, the busiest hour on campus. sometimes, it feels like everyone takes classes at one pm—and as such, getting a table in the university coffee shop is almost impossible. you’re just about to give up and leave with your coffee and sandwich after scanning the place when a wave of a hand catches your attention. 

it’s professor gojo. 

need a seat? he asks you, gesturing at the chair in front of him at his table—it’s a smooth, amused little drawl, the way he talks. it’s almost always a borderline teasing tone, and his voice is low enough that it sounds oddly enticing. you’ve heard enough girls lust over his voice in class to know you’re not the only one who sometimes appreciates the sound. 

you try to insist that you wouldn’t want to intrude, but professor gojo is a nice guy; always looks out for his students and helps them out. so, when he insists that he doesn’t mind you taking the spare seat as he grades a few assignments, well…you decide to sheepishly thank him and sit across from him, finally having somewhere to sit and eat before you’re off to your next class. 

and then it begins.

every now and then, you sit across from your physics professor in the crowded coffee shop on campus as you enjoy a cold brew and a sandwich before your next class. somehow, he always manages to snatch a table, and somehow, you always manage to find him. you like to ramble to him sometimes—how professor nanami is a bit too strict for your liking (he giggles at that), how professor ieri always seems too tired and miserable to be here (he nods and agrees), and how professor geto is nice, but he takes literature pretty seriously (he gives you an amused look at that as he hums.)

somewhere along the line, he asks you to be his TA for the following semester—and somewhere further along that line…well, perhaps the one-on-one talks as you sit together at a table for two felt a little too close to something of a romantic setting because you and professor gojo kiss in his office while he calls you in to explain your TA responsibilities. 

that was never supposed to happen. 

you don’t even remember who leaned in first, or whose arms were the first to wrap around the other, or who tugged who closer, but you both kiss. and then some. and then it happens again, and again, and again—and, well…you’re professor gojo’s, or better yet, satoru’s best kept secret.

you go to his office to grade assignments for him—in between if he steals a few kisses, who’s to know? sometimes, he’s a bit riskier, likes to spread his legs and free his cock and have your hand stroke him as he eyes the door. it’s always a nice view to watch him unbutton a few buttons of his shirt and bite back moans. other days, he likes to slip his hand past your waistband and toy with your clit—the amused glint in his eyes, as he tells you not to get distracted and keep grading when you gasp always, earns him a sharp glare.

it’s like that for the semester, just you and him in his little office where you can break the rules in the safety of secrecy. 

that is, until now. 

admittedly, this isn’t the best time to be doing this—professor geto likes to have lunch with satoru around this time, and you know you’re cutting it close…but he just looks so pretty like this, head fallen back against his chair as his lips part with a soft gasp.

you’re on your knees, looking up as you suck on the tip of his stiff cock before taking him down your throat, bobbing your head up and down. it’s a rewarding position to be in—to have the hot, loved, campus favorite professor that everyone thirsts over falling apart in your mouth, hands gripping the arms of his chair as he pants harshly above you.

he looks pretty—always does, always looks good enough that you can feel the ache between your legs get worse. the messy strands of his hair stick to his damp forehead, and his lips are always so pink and plump when he bites them like that, and who can forget the way his eyes turn just a shade darker of that bright blue?

you hum around him, making him groan as he mumbles, “f-fuck, you’re so good, sweetheart—always know how to make me feel good.”

you press a kiss to his tip, smearing the bead of pre cum leaking from his slit along your lips before licking them clean—he closes his eyes and groans at that. you can’t help but giggle, can’t help but press more kisses along his hardened length until you’re at the base of his cock. 

“pretty little lips,” he hums, reaching to rub his thumb over your bottom lip as you open your mouth, letting him slip into your mouth—he hums approvingly as your tongue swirls around the digit, sucking slowly. “‘s like you were made for taking me, huh?”

“‘course i was,” you grin cheekily—and then you’re back to sucking on his cock, tongue rubbing over that thick vein you love to trace and reaching a hand to play with his balls. he moans—it’s low but still whiny enough that you can’t help but feel so proud at how needy he is, how desperately he always wants you. no matter the risk.

except the risk is probably not the wisest one to test today because just as satoru lets out a particularly loud whine when you swallow around him, the door clicks open and…

oh. 

oh no. 

this…this isn’t good—this is terrible, in fact. this is the worst possible outcome to the worst possible thing you’ve done, and now you’re screwed. entirely destroyed, in fact—the both of you. here goes your admission and your progress on your degree, and here goes satoru’s entire career and everything he’s worked for, and all because you couldn’t help but give him a blowjob in the middle of his office with the door unlocked where his best friend can walk right in and get a full view.

and worse? this best friend of his happens to be another professor on campus who you happen to have had just last semester. you’re sure he knows you; you’re his former student, after all, and he must certainly know his best friend’s TA. 

professor geto blinks—his eyes go back and forth between you and satoru and the still-hard cock between his legs that’s glistening with your spit as you sit on your knees. yeah—there’s no explaining this one.

“well,” he says blankly, “i guess that’s on me for not knocking, huh?”

“suguru,” satoru grumbles, “some of us are busy y’know? can’t you come back later?”

you turn to satoru in shock—how can he be so normal about this? how can he just casually act like this is some random hook-up his friend walked in on instead of a (very illegal and very unprofessional) teacher-student relationship that could get the two of you in more trouble than you can comprehend? 

but professor geto doesn’t seem even the slightest bit concerned. there’s no look of disgust or panic or even anger at you and satoru for your unprofessional habits. there’s no alarm at the distasteful activities you’re doing in the middle of a university office where anyone could potentially walk in on. and then there’s satoru—he doesn’t even bother making himself decent or pulling you from your knees.

no, instead, he looks at professor geto in slight irritation as the latter stands there. 

“so this is what you’re always busy doing in your office, huh?” professor geto hums, chuckling in amusement, “i have to say, you at least have good taste, satoru. she’s excellent in and outside the classroom, it seems.”

“yeah, she’s a keeper,” satoru hums, cupping your cheek as he grins down at you, “now if you don’t mind, suguru, we’re in the middle of something.”

“and what do you plan on doing if this gets around?” professor geto raises a brow, unimpressed.

you look at him in panic at that—surely…surely he can’t mean that he would be the one to spread this around, right? surely he wouldn’t throw his best friend under the bus, correct? if not for you, then for satoru’s sake, he’d never let this information find another soul. otherwise…otherwise you’ll both lose everything. all the hard work and progress you’ve made, all of satoru’s experience and years building his career, and all the future opportunities you had coming up—all of it will be for nothing if professor geto says one word. 

people wouldn’t have a hard time believing it either, you think. sometimes your own friends like to poke fun at you themselves. 

you’re always with him, are you sure you’re not in love with the guy at this point? nobara always likes to snort at you.

why does professor gojo even keep you around? you’re too lazy—you must give good head, megumi tends to tease as he raises a brow with amused eyes.

with how often you’re in professor gojo’s room, you might as well have a crush on him, yuji sometimes giggles.

surely, with how often you’re seen in the coffee shop with him as he grades papers and how often he likes to tease you when you show up to his classroom sometimes to drop off papers, students would certainly take the rumors and spread them like wildfire if professor geto says even the littlest thing. 

you look at him with wobbly lips as you whisper, “please don’t tell anyone,” you sniffle, “i…maybe there’s something we can do…to keep you from…”

the two of them look at you in shock—they stare at you for a moment, stare at the crystalline tears welling up in your eyes, at the soft little tremor in your lips, at the sweet little sniffles you try to hide. then, as if in sync, their eyes meet each other’s before finding you once more.

“oh, that’s precious,” professor geto chuckles, “she really is a keeper, satoru—she even looks pretty when she cries. i’m almost jealous.”

“don’t look for too long, suguru,” satoru grumbles—and then, “listen, sweetheart, you don’t have to worry. suguru’s not gonna—”

“well, if there is something you’d wanna do for me,” professor geto cuts satoru off, his voice a low drawl as he walks closer, hand cupping your jaw as he tilts your face up, “i suppose i can keep my mouth shut.”

“anything,” you nod quickly.

you’re so eager to please, he thinks—so perfect and sweet and pliant, that suguru thinks he might actually really be jealous that somehow, it was satoru who caught your attention. how did this all start? when did it start? how long has it been going on? do you have real feelings for each other? or is it just a pleasurable business kind of deal? do you meet up outside of campus? does he take you to the next town over to freely walk around with you on dates? do you kiss sweetly sometimes instead of with hunger? have you ever spent a night in his bed? do you sleep better beside each other, wrapped in the other’s arms?

there are so many, many questions suguru wants to ask. the potential answers to all of them make him a bit more unhappy than he cares to admit. something in him wonders how things might’ve had to play out in order to land you in his office instead—but…but if you’re offering anything, why not take advantage of the offer?

“anything?” he asks, looking at you amused, “you know, princess, anything is a dangerous offer. what if i asked to join? what if i asked to fuck you here in this office so your secret is safe?”

you blink up at him for a moment at his words—they’re a bit shocking. professor geto…doesn’t think this is wrong? clearly, he doesn’t if he’s willing to take part. but that doesn’t sound half bad. not even in the slightest. 

they’re a popular pair: professor gojo and geto are all people on campus ever talk about. those two professors who happen to be best friends. they’re not much older than you either—can’t be past their early thirties, even if they don’t look a day over twenty. 

did you know they used to go to college together? i heard they’ve known each other since high school. apparently, they applied to work here together and only took the offer up once the other agreed. it’s all people ever gossip about when they mention them both. it’s always about how close they are, how deep their bond is, how there is never one without the other. and then, of course, there are those…the less than appropriate comments you occasionally hear the other girls make. i bet professor gojo gives the best head—he’s always sucking on some lollipop. i’d let professor geto do nasty things to me while i read his literature books out loud to him—he’s too fine. i can take both of them—and i don’t mean their classes. 

it’s…not exactly a bad offer that he gives you, you think to yourself. it’s an enticing one, in fact. you get to have them both—professor geto isn’t any less attractive than satoru and…and well, you’d really like for him to keep this a secret, so it’s a bit of a win-win. plus, you’re sure he wouldn’t risk spilling such delicate information when it would put his career at risk, too—it seems like the perfect leverage.

you look at your old literature professor with a nod as you murmur, “then i’d say you should make sure to lock the door this time—we don’t want to make the same mistake twice, do we?”

his eyes sparkle in amusement at that, a low chuckle falling from his pretty lips as he shakes his head at you—you’re even better than he expected. satoru is so, so lucky he’s got to have you to himself all this time. it’s criminally unfair. 

“hey,” satoru pouts from behind, still sitting in his chair and still painfully hard as his throbbing cock sits between his legs unattended. “you both are forgetting about me,” he whines.

professor geto—or rather, suguru, you suppose, only looks at his best friend in amusement. “now, satoru—what have i always told you about sharing? here—” he walks over and pulls satoru to stand before taking the seat himself and patting his thigh as he looks at you with a sly grin, “why don’t i get to feel your pussy, and satoru can have your mouth like before? then we both get what we want.”

“bossy as ever, suguru,” satoru chuckles, but there’s something in his eyes—something darker and more excited than you’ve ever seen them.

“get her ready for me,” suguru hums, fingers making quick work to unbuckle his belt and free his hardened cock. you can’t help but stare, can’t help but watch as he wraps his fist around his hardened length and runs his thumb through his slit with a low moan. 

he’s not as long, but he’s thicker than satoru—you can easily tell he won’t be any easier to take. you watch attentively as he traces the thick vein along the side of his cock with this thumb as he strokes upward, rolling around his tip before stroking down and squeezing at the base. you watch his lips tug between his teeth, a soft moan ripping from his throat as he touches himself in the way he likes best.

you’ll remember what he likes, you think—you can sense this might not be your first and last opportunity to see suguru like this. and next time? well, next time, it’ll be your hand touching his cock and pulling those pretty little sighs and groans from him instead of his own.

“eyes on me, sweetheart,” satoru hums, pulling you to stand before gently guiding your back to fall against his desk, fingers looping into your waistband and pulling your pants down your legs. you can hear the sharp inhale suguru takes as soon as the wetness of your folds is on display, as soon as your puffy clit and dripping pussy are there for him to see so clearly. “watch carefully, suguru,” satoru grins, “she’s pretty when she cums.”

“i can imagine,” suguru muses, “alright then. show me.”

instantly, satoru’s fingers are intruding into your cunt—it’s familiar, the sensation of his digits bullying past your folds and curling against your sweet spot. he’s already knuckles deep, already pressing the tips of his fingers into the back of your walls as far as they’ll go, spreading you open and scissoring you apart. it feels good—it always does, and when his palm rolls across your clit? you can’t help but let out a whiny moan that earns a groan from suguru as he fists his cock tighter. 

“god, she even sounds so pretty,” he pants, watching as satoru’s fingers slip in and out of your pretty cunt, at the way it all but sucks them in itself as it flutters around him. everything about you is perfect—but your face is by far suguru’s favorite. the way it twists with pleasure as satoru slams his fingers against your spot mercilessly with every thrust of his wrist has him fighting off his orgasm—his fist slowing down to a teasing edge as he grunts at the way he lets his pleasure die down for the sake of really feeling you. 

“that feel good, angel?” satoru asks, grinning down at you. 

you nod quickly, head thrown back against the wooden desk as you stutter, “y-yes…s-so good, toru.”

“toru?” suguru asks, “do i get a nickname too? make sure you come up with one for me, yeah?”

it’s almost like you don’t hear him, too busy on the way satoru drags along your walls with every time his fingers sink into you. “toru, toru—s-slow down, ‘m g-gonna…”

“slow down?” satoru gasps—his pace only quickens at that as he gives you a mocking pout, “you want me to slow down, sweetheart? you never ask me to slow down, it’s always faster, toru. faster, please! from you. you don’t wanna give suguru the wrong idea, do you? he’ll think i haven’t taught you how to take it like a good girl.”

suguru snorts at that, slowly dragging his hand up and down his sensitive cock—it’s red at the tip, flushed, and leaky enough that it’s easy to tell he’s aching for release.

“hurry up, satoru,” he grits, biting his lip as he fights back another orgasm and stills his hand, keeping it tightened around the base of his length, “we haven’t got all day.”

“can’t rush making my pretty girl cum, suguru,” satoru gasps, “she deserves the best. look at this pussy—” he gives pulls his fingers out to give your clit attention, rubbing your slick over the sensitive bud as you gasp, writhing over his desk, “—see how perfect it is? you gotta treat it like that too.”

as if from his words alone, as if you get off on the way satoru praises your cunt to his best friend who watches you get stuffed to the brim with his fingers, you whimper before cumming—your pussy fluttering around nothing, walls spasming and dripping with slick as he toys with your clit. 

“toru—toru, ‘m cumming…cumming—oh,” you babble, thighs quivering as his thumb doesn’t let up from your abused clit, watching as your hand reaches for his wrist weakly to halt his movements. “‘s too much,” you sniffle.

“too much?” suguru gasps, “how will you take me, then, princess? don’t tell me you’re tapping out already?”

“nah,” satoru grins, chuckling, “she’s got plenty left in her. she can take it.” with that, he hooks an arm under your waist and helps you sit up, leaning down to kiss you softly as you let out a muffled whine against his lips. “you’re ready for suguru, aren’t you, baby? prepped you nice and good to take him, didn’t i?”

you nod, mumbling a soft, “uh huh,” in agreement.

“that’s my good girl,” he coos, grinning as he presses a wet kiss to your forehead. 

suguru, patient as ever with a stiff, aching cock standing between his muscled thighs, holds an arm out for you as he murmurs, “c’mere then, princess. can’t back out of our deal yet, can you?” you walk over to him on wobbly legs, letting him pull you to sit on his lap, back flush against his chest as his hands guide your hips. he taps the head of his cock against your clit as he lines your entrance up with his length before pulling you to sit, slowly inching you down on him bit by bit as he gasps at the way you squeeze around him instantly. “h-holy—fuck, such a tight fuckin’ pussy. ‘s like i can barely even move,” he grunts, chin resting on your shoulder as he pants.

satoru walks over, staring down at you as you’re seated on suguru’s lap before cupping your cheek and rubbing over the soft skin with his thumb. “you can take both of us, right sweetheart? you’re just too good not to, aren’t ya?”

you nod eagerly, letting the tip of his cock tap against your lip, tongue moving to lick across his slit and make him groan. he’s painfully hard—cock swollen and neglected for so long, you almost forgot that he’s been waiting for your mouth to take him again after being interrupted. your jaw slacks as you let him thrust his hips and fuck his length into you, tip hitting the back of your throat as you choke around him. 

“fuck,” satoru hisses lowly, biting his lip as his hands grab your hair and keep you in place while he ruts into your mouth, “fuck, baby. never get tired of how good this mouth feels—takes me so fuckin’ well. jus’ love feelin’ me down your throat, huh?”

you can’t do anything but let out a muffled cry, feeling the fat tip of suguru’s cock nudge against your sweet spot—it’s just as effortless: the way he finds your most sensitive part. just as effortless as satoru. maybe that’s why they get along so well, maybe they’re connected in that way. 

“oh, princess,” suguru moans, panting against your ear as he lets out a breathy moan, “fuck, that’s good—so, good. can hardly move with the way you’re squeezing me. greedy little pussy, isn’t it?”

you whine as you feel his arm wrap around you, finger rolling over your puffy clit as his hips snap upwards and fuck into you, cock dragging along your walls and stretching you enough that you can hardly think straight. he’s big—it feels like he’s almost splitting you open with his girth as his hips roll up and sink him deeper into your cunt.

“she’s…she’s perfect,” suguru pants, “keepin’ this all to yourself? how selfish of you, satoru.”

“she’s mine,” satoru whines, cock pushing past your lips as he speaks, the way your tongue glides along his vein making his cheeks flush as his eyes flutter shut and his mouth falls open with a breathless moan. “she’s too good to share with you. you d-don’t deserve her.”

“yeah? and you do?” suguru chuckles—it sounds more like a labored pant, his breath harsh as he groans into your neck when you flutter particularly tightly around him, forehead falling to dig into your shoulder, “she’s suckin’ me in. think she wants me. don’t you, pretty girl? you want me to cum inside you, right? make you mine too?”

“y-yes,” you mewl, popping off satoru’s length as you whimper when suguru chuckles and gives your clit a light slap, back arching against him as he pushes his cock past your folds again, “yes, wan’ it. wan’ it so, so bad—need it.”

“see,” he raises a brow towards satoru, “knew it.”

you can see the way satoru’s cock twitches at that—at the way you fall apart on suguru’s lap as the latter digs his head into your shoulder as he breathes harshly, chasing his release desperately as he ruts into your slick pussy. you can see the way satoru’s tip is flushed a harsh red, leaking with pre cum as he aches to spill cum down your throat, so you let him push past your lips once more—but not before giving his tip a delicate kiss. 

“she’s my girl,” satoru grunts, “mine, mine, mine—knows how to make me cum. kn-knows how to take me so good, right baby?”

and as if to answer him, you suck around his tip, swallowing around his length and making him groan as his hips stutter and cum paints your throat white as it fills your mouth. you try to swallow every drop, try to take what he gives you as he fucks into you desperately and chases the pleasure of his high. thick, hot ropes of cum spill from the corners of your lips as satoru fucks his load into you, panting as his hips sloppily roll and work himself through his orgasm.

“that’s right, sweetheart,” he groans lowly, “take it, yeah? god—fuck, feels so good, baby. ‘m c-cumming.”

you make a sound between a choked whine and sharp gasp as suguru’s thumb rubs harshly against your swollen clit, his teeth sinking into your shoulder as he groans, hips just as sloppy as satoru’s in his pace that it tells you he’s close too—and then he twitches into your pussy, cock burying into you once, twice, three more times before he groans too.

“gonna cum, princess? ‘cause ‘m gonna fuckin’ cum—fill you up and make you mine. you want that right? want me to—f-fuck, fuck ‘m close, so close,” he cuts himself off with a gasp, letting out a needy whine into your skin before spilling into you. you can feel hot, thick ropes of cum paint your walls as his tip nudges back into you and pushes his load as deep as he can.

and you fall apart too, coming undone a second time as your walls hug around him tightly, head falling back as you mewl a high pitched, “s-sugu—c-can’t…’s too much—”

“you can take it, pretty,” he hums, “know you can. you’re too precious not to, right?”

it’s messy—it’s downright filthy, in fact, the way his cum and your slick mix and drip along your inner thighs, making a mess on satoru’s chair. you pant as your pussy pulses around him before coming down from your high, falling slack in his arms against his chest as he chuckles and presses a kiss to your jaw. 

“fuck,” he breathes, “you’re something else. who’d have thought my favorite little student from a previous semester could do all that?”

“isn’t she a dime?” satoru chuckles proudly, reaching for the corner of your mouth with his thumb, collecting a stray drop of cum and pushing it back past your lips and onto your tongue, humming approvingly as you swallow. “precious, isn’t she?”

“of course,” suguru nods, with a grin, leaning to peck your shoulder, “so, tell me. which professor would you take again?”

satoru purses his lips as he glares. “this isn’t rate my professor, suguru. and don’t get used to thi—”

“well,” you hum, interrupting as you bat your lashes sweetly at both of them, “why i can’t just take both of you again?”

guess who’s posting their october first kinktober fic literally 40 mins before it’s october second ?? if it’s not procrastinated, it’s not reached its full potential

Clan head!Gojo

Cheaters /Cheating! Gojo x Cheating! Reader/

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~ Warnings: TW, dark content, boyfriend! Getou, mentions of verbal and physical abuse, best friend! Gojo, bestfriend! reader, belly bulging, mentions of forced sex/non-con, soft! Gojo, comforting! Gojo, gentle fucking, slight thigh fucking, alcohol, semi-drunk sex, restart first, cheating, quick fingering, squirting, claiming themes, getting caught

~ Reader: Female Reader

~ Plot: You and your best friend, Gojo, both stray from your abusive lovers at a party together..

~ Words: 3.646k

A/n: Loved writing the ending for this. Lost Lamb, Loser, and The Boy Next Door will also be updated as soon as possible! ^^

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Thank you for reading this bit! Enjoy!! <3

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Loud booming music filled your ears, a red cup in your hand that was filled halfway with a mix of different drinks. You didn't even know what you were tasting when you took a lazy sip; all you felt was a nice burn as it went down your throat.

The haze of colors streaming from the lights and the smell of weed and other substances filling your dull senses.

You didn't even want to be here, but your boyfriend, Getou Suguru, brought you.

But, right now, he wasn't even next to you, or hanging around you. He was busy grinding against some other girl with his hand on her hip and his other loosely holding his cup in the air.

His foggy eyes were glued to her ass; those same eyes that used to stare at you and make you feel better about everything. Long black hair pulled into a tight bun and a few strands glued to his forehead.

He used to be good; nice, charming, sweet.

At least, that's what you told yourself. Getou slapped you the other day and you made an excuse about it, thinking it was your fault for letting him be annoyed.

In reality, he never loved you, or even liked you. He just fucked you and that's it. Took you to parties when you didn't want to, messed with other girls and fucked them upstairs during it. He even dragged Gojo into it by fucking his girlfriend.

"Hey, are you okay?"

Speak of the devil; Gojo.

"H-Hey, Toru," Your voice sounded so small, frail. "How've you been?"

"Tired.." Gojo's eyes didn't sparkle, hiding behind black lenses as he took a sip of his drink. "But good."

You both had the same problem; your lovers were cheating on you and abusing you. Gojo got slapped and punched whenever he would be himself, it hurt your heart. He didn't tell anyone about it, but you could see the pain.

He was hurting, and so were you.

"Getou's with her again," You said, pointing over at the couple grinding in the middle of the room.

"Noticed. She always flocks Getou until they fuck."

Gojo's girlfriend was entangled in Getou's arms tightly, their sloppy kissing and dry humping was making you sick. But you were with him still, despite all the beating, bad mouthing and cheating, you were still in love.

Gojo, on the other hand, he didn't give a shit.

He was with her for no other reason than her being a bratty princess that he was being forced to take care of. Gojo was her shoulder to lean on after classes and parties; basically a free Uber driver.

"Wanna head upstairs?" He asked, motioning towards the second floor.

"Sure," You took one look at Getou sighed, following your friend towards the stairs.

Passing by groups of other college kids until you both found a free bedroom that didn't look touched. Entering, you were both blessed fresh air that didn't contain booze or weed as Gojo locked the door and sat on the bed, you following suit.

The air was tense for a while, though, as you both talked about school. Gojo though, soon spotted a mark on your neck he assumed was from your boyfriend.

"Has Getou hurt you again?" He asked bluntly, placing his cup on the nightstand and laying down.

You choked back a gasp, turning to him and staring. "No-"

"Don't bullshit me, Y/n." Gojo said, glaring at you. "Did Getou hurt you?"

Silence filled the air, tense and unbreakable for a few moments until Gojo sat up and pulled you into a tight, firm hug. The gesture warmed your heart, and you couldn't help but feel sad for your situation.

"He did. He told me I was worthless.. choked me... I..."

Getou's words echoing in your head all day was finally cleared by a simple hug for your best friend. Strong, but soft arms enveloped you in a tight embrace, one you didn't want to leave.

"I'm sorry, Y/n." Gojo's sore voice croaked hoarsely.

"For what?" You asked, wrapping your arms around Gojo's middle.

Pulling you into his lap, Gojo rocked you in his arms and gave your head soft pets. "For how you're being treated. I'm your best friend and I'm not even protecting you.."

"I hate what we deal with; we're being treated like trash by people who could give less of a rats ass about us. You don't deserve it, Y/n. You deserve none of it."

You didn't know you were crying until Gojo wiped a tear, smiling.

"But, I'll take care of you, okay?"

Nodding, you pressed your head to his chest and started to cry quietly. Gojo joins you with a soft sniff and a gentle squeeze, his tears running down his cheeks and into your hair. Sorrow filled the room quickly as you both cried into each other's arms.

"..Here, lemme see your face," Gojo chuckled, stopping his crying with a smile.

Lifting your head, you took in his reddened nose and rosy cheeks and giggled. He looked cute when he was this way, but you shouldn't say that.

"Let's get you all cleaned up, yeah?"

Cleaning off your cheeks with the back of his sleeve, Gojo chuckled and laughed when you'd squirm from him. But, it was nice. He was teasing you in the cutest way he's ever had before, and you didn't realize what was going to happen until you both took it a little too far.

"Stop teasing, you meanie!" You squealed, Gojo tickling your sides and laughing too.

"Stop crying first, pipsqueak!"

"I hate that nickname, Toru!!"

You pushed him down with all your might, his back hitting the bed with a loud thump. Both of you giggling messes as you both regained control over your breathing. Though, that stopped when you looked down at him.

Gojo's sunglasses had fallen off at some point and were now laying on the floor, exposing his blue eyes to you.

"What?" Gojo smiled, a sparkle in his eyes as he looked up at you.

He looks so happy.. You took a breath and licked your lips, Gojo watching your pink tongue loll out of your mouth. A small silence filled the air again, but it was different.

It had your heart racing, blood pumping through your veins and burning your cheeks. Gojo noticed it too, seeing the difference in your behavior, and rolled you over.

Resting on top of you, he glanced at your lips again.

"Y/n, uhm, can I do something?"

Eyes locked at his words, admiring them again as you considered his question. "Yeah."

He took a breath, the first one since this began and lowered his head down. Your body tensed when he kissed you; feeling his lips gliding against yours gently. Giving soft pecks to long and hard kisses until Gojo swiped his tongue over your lower lip and slipped it inside.

Your hands quickly pressed against Gojo's shoulders, instinctively pushing him away until a pop was heard and Gojo's flustered face appeared.

"Wh-Wha? What's wrong?" He asked, his cheeks blooming red.

"S-Sorry, it's instinct to me," You answered, looking down shamefully as you pressed your legs together.

"Getou, uh, he did stuff. A lot, so I'm scared you'll do the same."

Gojo's face hardened at your words, thinking about what Getou did to you; forcing you to have sex. It made him burn with rage, made him want to beat the living shit out of him for touching you the way he did. Gojo wanted to so badly, but the hurt in your eyes made him stay, to fix it.

To give you the ability to trust someone again.

"You can trust me, right?" Gojo asked, cupping your still damp cheek.

You looked up at Gojo, his blue eyes sincere and loving as they looked in yours. Of course you trusted him, it's just the fear it'd hurt was stuck in your heart.

"Yes," You started. "But, what if it hurts? Getou's done so much.."

Flashes of Getou hovering over you, a drunk sneer on his face as he forced his cock into you. Pining your arms to the bed above your head as pain hit you from below. The memories made you close your eyes and turn your face away, Gojo's brows pressing together as he got pissed at Getou.

"Face me, don't think of that prick, baby," Gojo whispered, leaning down to kiss your neck.

You faced him, eyes still closed as Gojo started kissing you again. Cupping your soft face in his hands and situating his knee between your thighs. Gently pressing his knee to your clit as a whine escaped you.

"Gojo.." You whimpered, your hands finding Gojo's wrists and holding onto them tightly. "Mmph.."

Gojo's tongue worked its way back into your mouth and you melted, tasting the slight sting of liqueur on his tongue. It tasted like cherry pop and vodka, and you loved it. Coming up for air, Gojo lowered his lips to your neck.

Gently sucking and kissing your skin while his hands roamed down your sides and ended at the hip. Squeezing your waist as he continues to make hickeys on your neck. Mewling under his touch, you tried to press your thighs together, but Gojo's knee stopped you.

Grinding into your heated sex until you moaned quietly.

"Are you feeling good? Safe?" Gojo asked between kisses, not leaving your neck.

"M-Mhm," You pressed your lips together to keep the noises at bay.

Gojo chuckled at your reluctance, but he didn't force you. Though, he did snake his fingers under your top, tickling your sides as they made their way up to your bust. Feeling out the soft fabric of your bra, Gojo found the clip in the front and began kissing your quivering lips again.

"You look so cute, Y/n," Gojo teased, your cheeks heating at his words. "Especially when you're a flustered little mess for me."

The emphasis on the last word sent a chill down your spine; his. Gojo's, not Getou's.

Without removing your shirt, Gojo pushed the pads to the sides and thumbed your left nipple. A tingle shot up your spine at the sensation, covering your mouth when a moan left you. Gojo smiled at this, gently tugging on your shirt to signal you.

"Do you mind taking this off for me?"

You nodded slowly, sitting up as Gojo lifted the shirt over your head. The bra fell behind you, so you tossed it onto the ground while Gojo's eyes darted down to your chest. He gave a small gasp, seeing your tits finally after waiting for so long.

He had dreams of them recently, but he didn't know they'd be perfect for him.

The perfect shape, the different marks. Your little nipples that almost seemed to gleam from the light of the lamp; so perky and full but small and enough to grab. Gojo didn't have the words, but if this is what your chest looked like, he couldn't even begin to imagine what your climax will be like.

"Jesus," He muttered, cupping one in each hand and traced a thumb over each areola. "They look so good, Y/n. Damn.."

"They do?" You asked, looking down at Gojo's hands. "Never noticed."

"Well they are, so you better believe it."

Gojo pushed you into the bed again, sucking on your right nipple and tweaking the other with his thumb and pointer. A sharp breath was taken by you as Gojo fiddled with your nipples. His lips sucking on your bud and swirled his tongue around the erect point.

"A-Aah!" You whimpered, your knuckles turning white as you clutched the bed sheets with all your might. "I-I.. mmph~!"

"Oh? You like this, yeah?"

"M-Mhm!"

Gojo snickered, in a teasing way yet again, and continued to suck your nipples greedily. Like a hungry baby, he stimulated your pert breasts, alternating his mouth from bud to bud until you started to twitch violently.

"Is it too much, baby?" He asked, releasing your nipple with a pop.

"N-No, please.." Your voice came out in a hoarse whine. "Don't stop, it felt so good.. please."

"Oh? But don't you want to see my cock? In all honesty, it's nothing fancy, but I think you'd take quite a liking to it..~"

And he was right; you found it rather.. nice, to look at.

Nicely trimmed pubic hair and the size was a little about average, but holding it in your hand wasn't as easy as you thought. Fingertips barely touching as you squeezed and lifted your hand. Deep groans left Gojo as you did this, though he stopped you after a few moments.

"You don't have to d-do that, baby," Gojo chuckled weakly, lifting your hand up and kissing your fingers and knuckles. "I'm not going to make you do that, it's too vulgar for a pretty thing like you."

Your cheeks flushed a bright red, avoiding his gaze and moments passed before Gojo lifted your eyes back to him and kissed you.

"Don't look away from me, baby. Just look at me and tell me when anything hurts or doesn't feel good, it's all about you right now."

Giving a firm nod as a signal to continue, Gojo dipped his head down and slicked up your entrance quickly. In moments, Gojo had two digits knuckle deep inside your pussy. Pumping them and curling them into your spongy heat, working your puffy walls for all their worth until you let out a cry and squirted on his palm.

The clear liquid ran down his hand and down onto his pumping fingers, slicking them up before an orgasm was ripped from your lungs and your back arched into the soft mattress.

With your damp hair stuck to your forehead, you looked up at Gojo with clouded eyes and gave a soft smile. "Th-Thank you, S-Satoru.."

Gojo didn't know if he got harder, or nutted, but he didn't fucking care. He wanted to go balls deep inside your clenching pussy and wreck it like it was his. And it was, it was his pussy now; he was going to fuck it and he was going to make you scream his name. Without a moment of hesitation, Gojo situated himself and rubbed his engorged tip against your puffy lips.

Watching your expression until he pushed past your soft walls, only then did he let out a deep groan. You felt so well wrapped around his shaft, warm and gushing like a faucet. Wet and lewd noises were made as Gojo pushed deeper, his long cock stretching your pussy lips with a new ache that made you see stars.

You let out a soft gasp when you felt the head hit your womb, completely sheathed inside your hole. Circling his hips, Gojo rested his hands on either side of your head and glanced up at you, almost letting out a sob when he saw you.

Flushed cheeks and teary eyes, dewy tears that fell from the corners and down your cheeks. Wiping them away, Gojo bent down and pressed a gentle kiss to each warm check and fanned a cold breath to your ear. Giving your hip a gentle squeeze, Gojo kissed down your neck and started to rock his hips.

Pulling his aching cock from your soft mound, his let out a sound that almost sounded like a quiet sob before pushing back into your cunt. Repeating this until you were both crying for more of this.

This new pleasure that felt so much better together rather than with Getou or that whore of a girlfriend.

"You sound so good, baby." Gojo moaned, an almost high pitch to them as he bent down to pepper your lips with kisses. "Such a good girl you are for me, so cute and pretty with those cute lips.."

Kiss after kiss he spilled praise, making your feel full beyond sex. Full of love and being love, the feeling of being wanted past your body and looks. It felt so good, having Gojo inside you, but also let you feel more rather than be used. Even your moans and cries were louder than the sobs that Getou would force out of you.

These feelings in your heart were pooling out of you like your slick, feverishly kissing Gojo's lips. Saliva and tongue molding in your mouths perfectly, moans and whimpers being shared that you'd never let Getou hear. Wrapping your legs around Gojo's hips, he lifted your waist and hit your insides with a new angle.

"U-Uuhn! G-Gojo, 'm gonna cum!" You cried, reaching down and circling your swollen clit with your finger. "Gonna cum so hard, please fill me up! Please!"

"Do it," Satoru whispered in your ear, sending a shiver down your spine as he rocked his hips. "Do it. Cum on my cock and scream my name."

Choking on a moan, your back arched and your fingers dug into Gojo's flexing bicep, crying out his name like a mantra with the lewdest and most wanton moans that you could muster. Gojo came shortly after, filling your gushing cunny to the brim with his seed and marking you as his. Cupping your face in his large hands, Gojo and you shared some sloppy kisses until there was loud banging on the door.

"Gojo, get the fuck out here!" The voice of Getou Suguru rang from the other side of the locked door. "I know your fucking that slut in there, so get the fuck out here!"

Gojo rolled his eyes, kissing you a few more times before pulling from your nethers and kissing down your happy trail. Kissing your abdomen, Getou's ordering didn't stop as Gojo locked lips with your clit. A weak moan left you at this, covering your mouth quickly and looking at the door. Gojo sucked and licked your clit and soppy cunny with a feral vigor.

Knowing that Getou could hear your moans from inside your locked room, it made a fire burn in his gut. Wanting to prove to him that you didn't belong to Getou anymore; but to him. The one that actually cared, the one that wanted to treat you like the queen you were.

"Go ahead, baby," Gojo muttered from his place between your thighs. "Moan my name, it's okay. I won't let him hurt you anymore. I'll make you feel like a goddess everyday, just moan my name forever."

Your eyes widened at this, pressing your thighs against Gojo's face and cage him. A groan left him when he felt your soft skin against him, even closing his pretty blue eyes as a submissive look overcame him. He looked so hot, delving his tongue deep into your cunt and swirling the sloppy muscle around. Tasting his semen on his tongue and moaning, sucking out every drop and making you cum.

"Yes, baby! Yes, keep coming for me!" Gojo cried, who had started stroking himself.

So lewd. You thought to yourself, grinding down onto Gojo's lips and sobbing. The headboard slammed against the wall hard, almost canceling out Getou's loud banging on the door.

Gojo didn't last much longer than a few moments as he sprayed his cum all over the bed. Soft moans and groans spilled from his glossy pink lips as he sat up and pumped his hand, squeezing his base and letting a cum-shot hit your tummy. Whimpering, Gojo finally released his trembling cock and rested his body weight on top of you.

Kissing and sucking on your lower lip and making the cutest moans you've ever heard a man make. Once Gojo was done with that, he reached down and grabbed his T-shirt, balled it up, and started wiping off the cum that had landed on your tummy.

"Oh, Gojo, you don't need to use that-" You started, but were silenced with a kiss.

"Yes, I do. I need to clean you up. It's called aftercare."

"Oh."

Spreading your legs, Gojo worked his shirt over your creamy cunt. Finally, Getou left, probably taking Gojo's girl with him, and left the party. After cleaning you off and getting you dressed, Gojo got himself cleaned off and clothed before picking you up bridal style and unlocking the door.

"I'm taking you home to my place for the night." Gojo grinned ear to ear at the thought, seeing your cheeks flush an adorable pink as he took you down the stairs. "Thankfully, my ex doesn't have a key so she can't come in."

You nodded, nibbling on your lower lip as you and Gojo exited the party. Heading towards his car, he placed you down next to the passengers side and unlocked the door. Opening it and making sure you were buckled in and ready to go and closed the door.

Gojo fixed his pants and hair for a moment before getting into his side of the car and starting it up. Getou appeared, of course, and started yelling at Gojo through the window. Only for Gojo's engine to roar to life and block him out.

"Let's get going, cutie." Gojo smiled, leaning over his arm and pressing a sweet kiss to your cheek.

Ending the night off with another round or two at his house, Gojo had pulled you into his arms and cuddled you to sleep. Waking up that next morning and having Getou and Gojo's ex arrested while you were sleeping and telling you in the morning.

"They're both gone," He smiled, wrapping his strong arms around you and rocking you both side to side. "They're not hurting you or me anymore.."

"Gojo, I don't know what to say.."

"Just say 'yes', please?"

"Yes to what?"

Gojo smirked, turning to you and holding your hands in his, leaning forward and kissing your lips softly like it was your first.

"Say yes to being mine."

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A/n:: I hope you enjoyed the drabble (honestly it was longer than hoped, but I enjoyed writing the ending and having it on a happy note.) Hope you enjoyed it, and I'm sorry for such slow updates!

[Posted: May 4, 2022]

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THE ETHICS OF RELATIONSHIPS - 'THE PROF GETO SERIES'

INSTRUCTOR INFORMATION Professor Suguru Geto Level: Advanced (18+) Total Points: 91,264 / 91,264 (100% Complete) Extra Credit Earned: 3,603 Recommended Study Playlist

COURSE DESCRIPTION Professor Suguru Geto is a renown ethics professor, and you're a 4.0, straight A student whose GPA he's trying to ruin (or that's what you think). Instead of dropping the class, you're more intent on making him see your brilliance -- but you get more than you bargained for, when the two of you learn more about the other -- and what you owe to each other.

COURSE REQUIREMENTS

I. I NEED SOMEONE OLDER....................................10,376 POINTS

II. ILLICIT AFFAIRS......................................................16,821 POINTS

III. THE WRONG PLACE AT THE RIGHT TIME......12,010 POINTS

IV. YOU DREW STARS AROUND MY SCARS.........14,288 POINTS

V. WAIT FOR YOUR LOVE..........................................12,464 POINTS

VI. TEACH YOU HOW FOREVER FEELS…………….25,305 POINTS

EXTRA CREDIT

I. SUDDENLY, I HAVE A VALENTINE.......................1,208 POINTS

II. SAY YOU CAN'T SLEEP (BABY I KNOW).............2,395 POINTS

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Wolf Hybrid! Kageyama Tobio x Reader (Hybrid Au)

- my first time writing for Kageyama + hybrid au, he fits the wolf hybrid theme so well. final commission post for @nightmarelilyxd​ ! tysm for being patient <33

You were his to protect the moment you picked him at the adoption centre, his to fuck, his to breed.

Warnings: kageyama shifts between his human form/ wolf form, wolf ears + tail, smut, slight dub/non con, slight somnophilia, pet play(?), this is literal porn w/o plot, breeding kink

Kageyama never really understood why you picked him.

You strolled right past the other hybrids practically vying for your attention and pointed a single, pretty manicured nail at him with an equally pretty smile before you opened your mouth, “I want to adopt this one.”

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