THE ETHICS OF RELATIONSHIPS - 'THE PROF GETO SERIES'

i heard from a friend of a friend

pairing: mammon x afab!reader tags: smut, dom!mammon, rough sex, consensual, praise kink, love bites, hair pulling, dirty talk, choking, degradation, spit, spanking, notes: read the full thing here <3

“Are ya familiar with the Traffic Light safe words?”

You nod your head, relaxing in his hold as he leans in to brush his lips against the side of your neck, feeling his breath warming up your skin. “What are they.”

“Red for stop, yellow for slow down and green for continue.” Your voice barely came out as a whisper with Mammon trailing kisses down to your collar, gasping when he immediately praises you.

“Clever girl.”

“God, please-“ You hissed when Mammon sinks his teeth into the flesh of your shoulder, imprinting his bite mark before gliding his tongue against the grooves that his teeth made. “I’m no God, but I like the way it sounds it sounds on your lips.” He hums with a small smirk, resting his hand on the small of your back, his thumb slipping under your shirt to feel the heat of your skin as he slowly tests the waters.

He brings your attention to him as he lowers your gaze until it was focused on him. “I’ll stop no matter what when ya say Red but… If you do, can you use our pact? Just so I can really stop immediately.”

Mammon had to prioritise your safety above all else, he wasn’t going to let himself lose control.

“Yes, I trust you.” You repeated once more with conviction, rolling your hips to grind with the cheeky little grin that you had always used when you were teasing him with. Oh, you really were teetering on the edge of danger with a devil.

A low growl sounds in his throat as his hand secures a grip in your hair, yanking your head back to bare your neck for him to devour. Teeth and tongue drag along your skin, decorating your collar with what you know would be a bouquet of bruises.

You help him strip yourself of your shirt as he continues to litter possessive marks over your chest until his teeth grazes against your nipple. Wasting no time, he rolls his tongue against your hardened nubs as his pulls harder at your hair, forcing you to straighten up your posture, pushing up your chest even closer towards him.

The way he holds you brings you into a heighten sense of arousal, feeling the little control that you originally had slowly slip away from your fingertips with every passing second. Mammon untangles his grasp on your hair to push his digits past your parted lips.

“Make sure ya get ‘em nice and wet.” He instructs with a taunting tone, you could tell from the way he looks at you that he was teasing you.

Playing nicely, you pushed your tongue along the pads of his fingers, slipping between each digit to make sure you coated them lavishly with your saliva while you maintained a steady eye contact with the demon.

Mammon had seemed pleased, you watch as the corner of his lips twitch up as he pushes you down, laying you flat on your back, he rips off your bottoms without a so much of a struggle, his muscles flexing under the dimmed lights. He settles himself between your legs, you feel his touches ghost over your skin, from your ankle to the dip behind your knee; he was admiring every inch of your bare skin as if he was appraising a piece of artwork.

You let out a soft moan to bring his attention back towards you but only serves to light his ego as he shoves his fingers deeper past your lips. It was a struggle to hold back a choke as you swallowed around his digits, enduring the way he was pressing down against your tongue before finally pulling away and replacing it with his lips. Whimpering into the kiss as you feel his fingers pushing past your entrance without a warning, the pain of the stretch was only momentarily thanks to you. He gave you no chance to recover as he instantly curls his fingers right over your sweet spot, rubbing against it with no hesitation.

“Colour?” His voice was rasp against your ear as he keeps a loose hold around your neck.

You gulped as you took a second to regain your breath. “Green.” Making sure your voice was loud and clear, you had to reassure Mammon that this was what you want, there was no mistaking it.

Your desires only continue to burn as he tightens his grip around your neck, struggling to gasp as he steadily constricts your airflow while he pushes his fingers against your walls.

The sight of you under his control was so addicting for Mammon, taking the advantage of how pliable you were, making you greed for him and only him.

“Tell me what ya want, baby.” He smiles in a sadistic manner as he watches as you struggle to speak coherently, choking you even harder so you couldn’t even exhale a single word but instead spitting directly past your lips.

Tears begin to swell up in your eyes when he finally let you take gulps of air, making you swallow his spit as you bask in the pleasure of how light your head feels from mild asphyxiation.

You mind was fuzzy and clouded, filled with nothing but thoughts of Mammon.

Wrapping your legs around his body subconsciously, craving to need to be claimed. You wanted him to be yours. You needed everyone to know it too. That The Great Mammon was yours and that nobody could fuck you better than him.

His palm meets the meat of your thighs, spanking down harshly as a warning to let go but only having an adverse effect when you feel yourself coming under with just that one smack. The pain swirling dangerously with pleasure, no longer able to distinguish the two as you came around his fingers that were digging so nice and deep inside you. Your breathy moans turns into whimpers when he pulls himself away from you.

Mammon scowls down disapprovingly at you with a tight grip around your hips that was sure to leave pretty handprinted bruises.

“Fuckin’ slut. Did I tell ya to cum?”

A Pleasure to Have in Class | Nanami Kento x f!reader

Warnings: 18+, MDNI, Explicit Sexual Content, Teacher Nanami Kento, Breeding Kink, Daddy Kink, Plot What Plot/Porn Without Plot, Oral Sex, Classroom Sex, Desk Sex

Word Count: 6.1K

Summary: You and your son's hot new teacher give a whole new meaning to "parent/teacher conference".

Cross-posted to AO3

You rushed towards the building as quickly as your pumps would allow, and you waved down a faculty member who was exiting, signaling them to hold the door lest you be locked out. A work meeting of yours had lasted longer than anticipated, and you now found yourself hurrying through the halls of the school to catch your son’s teacher for the last parent/teacher conference of the day.

Your frantic search drew to a close when you finally located your son’s classroom – the door was slightly ajar, but regardless, you knocked on the doorframe twice to announce your arrival.

“Good evening, Mr. Nanami,” you said, stepping into the classroom and shutting the door behind you. “I’m sorry for running late – absolutely hectic day at the office! I’m Yuji’s mother.”

Yuji’s teacher, Mr. Nanami, put down the stack of papers he had been grading and stood up from his seat to greet you, taking your hand in his to give you a firm shake. His large hand enveloped your own, and the rolled-up sleeves of his sapphire blue button-down shirt showed off his impressive, veiny forearms.

You had heard whispers amongst the other PTA moms about how attractive the new teacher was, but their gossiping did not do the man justice. Simply put, Mr. Nanami was hot – and not just your run-of-the-mill kind of hot, but absolutely mouthwatering.

His cheekbones and jawline looked as if they had been expertly carved from marble, and the aura he exuded was one of confidence. He seemed like a serious man who had his shit together, and that only added to his appeal.

“It’s a pleasure to meet you,” he said in his rich, baritone voice. “No need to apologize – from what your son has told me, it seems like your position is quite demanding.”

“I appreciate you being so understanding,” you replied, sitting down in the chair in front of his desk. “My son tells me you’re his favorite teacher, so I’m very happy to finally meet the man he looks up to so much. I’ve heard nothing but good things about you, Mr. Nanami.”

For the next half hour or so, Mr. Nanami updated you on Yuji’s performance in class, going over areas in which he excelled, and areas of opportunity. You were entranced by the manner in which he spoke. He was incredibly eloquent and articulate, and his words made it perfectly clear that he loved his job.

He went into detail about some of the topics Yuji struggled with, and had an answer for every one of your questions, demonstrating that he had given a lot of thought as to how to help your son succeed. For every challenge, Mr. Nanami presented you with a well-thought-out performance improvement plan, and it became increasingly clear why your son loved him so much.

Underneath his stoic exterior, Mr. Nanami was a kind man who cared deeply about his students, and you found your attraction to him grow the more he spoke.

“Yuji is an absolute pleasure to have in class,” he said, drawing your attention back to the conversation at hand. His eyes seemed to narrow and darken as he eyed you. “And now that I’m getting the chance to speak to you, I can see why – he must get his charm from you.”

You raised a brow. Perhaps you were reading too much into his tone, but that didn’t seem like the kind of thing one would just say to a parent during a parent/teacher conference.

Mr. Nanami ran a hand through his blond locks, and you blatantly observed the way his biceps flexed when he raised his arm. He was naturally alluring, and it had been ages since the last time you had felt this attracted to a man, so it was becoming more and more difficult to ignore the ache between your legs.

“I must say, Mr. Nanami, I can see why Yuji speaks so highly of you,” you said. You leaned forward, placed your elbows on his desk, and rested your chin atop your interlaced fingers. “I’m glad he has a man like you to look up to.”

“Well, you’ve raised a wonderful young man, Mrs. Itadori-”

“Miss Itadori,” you said. You flashed him your left hand, showing off your bare ring finger, and smiled. “I never married.”

“Miss Itadori, then.”

“And what about you Mr. Nanami?” you asked, quirking a brow. “Any children?”

“No, no children.”

“Married?”

“No,” he replied. You hummed.

“Really? That’s quite a surprise,” you said. You leaned back into your seat and crossed your legs, causing your skirt to ride up and flash a bit of thigh, the only thing shielding the view of your bare leg being the skin toned pantyhose you were wearing. “I envy the woman who will be lucky enough to snatch you up.”

“What do you mean?” he asked. You smiled at him before biting down on your bottom lip. He was totally oblivious to your flirting – he was so cute.

“Well, you’re obviously great with kids, so you would make a wonderful father, and you have a good head on your shoulders – I find that hard to come by nowadays, especially from a man. Frankly, I find it hard to believe that you’re still on the market.”

A soft shade of pink dusted Nanami’s cheeks, and you couldn’t help but let out a quiet giggle. You didn’t think it would be so easy to get a man as levelheaded as he is so flustered. He tore his gaze from you and loosened his tie as he cleared his throat.

“I appreciate the compliment, Miss Itadori.”

“You know, Mr. Nanami,” you cooed. You stood up from your chair and sat on the edge of his desk before leaning in to reach for his tie. You gently tugged on it, a wordless suggestion that he lean in closer, and he obliged. Nanami’s face was mere inches away from yours, and you could hear his breath hitch as you began to close the distance between the two of you. “I really appreciate everything you’ve done for my son.”

“Miss Itadori, I-I don’t think this is appropriate,” he choked out. You sighed and released your hold on his tie, allowing him to sink back into his seat.

“You’re right – I apologize.” You stood from the desk and smoothed out your skirt, disappointed by the turn of events. “I should head out. I’m sorry this ran so late – I’m almost certain we’re the last ones in the building and I’m sure you’re eager to get out of here after such a long day.”

You started to reach for your coat and bag when you heard Nanami’s chair roll away as he stood up abruptly.

“Miss Itadori – please don’t take my reaction as an insult. This may be improper of me to say, but you’re a beautiful woman and under different circumstances…” Nanami trailed off, and you eyed him curiously as he walked around his desk to stand in front of you. He shoved his hands into his pockets, the innocent gesture a clear sign as to how awkward he felt in that moment. “Yuji is fortunate to have a mother like you who cares so deeply for his success, but please don’t feel obligated to repay me in any way. I’m just doing my job.”

You blinked, bemused, and brought your hand up to your mouth as you laughed.

“Mr. Nanami,” you said, walking towards him until he was within arm’s reach. “I can assure you that I wasn’t flirting with you to… compensate you for your efforts. I was doing so for purely selfish reasons.”

“…ah.”

God, he was cute – he really didn’t get it, did he?

You reached out to fix his tie and allowed your fingers to travel downwards so that your palms rested on his chest, and you were pleasantly surprised by the firmness of his pectorals. What kind of teacher was built like this?

His heartrate raced beneath your touch and you stood on your toes to whisper into his ear.

“You are a very handsome man, Mr. Nanami, and I’m a woman who knows what she wants.” His hands found purchase on your waist, and he steadied you as you lowered yourself back down. “But I understand that you don’t think this is the time nor place for my advances – you have to maintain your professionalism, of course.”

“Miss Itadori…”

You backed away from him and grabbed your purse.

“Under different circumstances, right?” you asked, shooting him a coquettish smile as you repeated his words. “Well, have a good night – and thank you for taking such good care of my son.”

You turned towards the door to make your exit but stopped short when you felt Nanami’s hand wrap around your bicep.

“Wait,” he began. You tilted your head to the side, confused by his actions, and your skin prickled with excitement as his hand released your arm to trace a line up to your cheek. “I apologize if this is too forward but -”

“Mr. Nanami,” you interrupted. You closed the distance between your bodies so your chest was flush against his. “I think I’ve made it perfectly clear that I find you to be sinfully attractive so, please, don’t worry about being too forward because I can assure y-”

It was Nanami’s turn to interrupt you as he brought one of his hands to the back of your head, and crashed his lips against yours. Your arms snaked their way around his neck, and Nanami’s free hand gripped your side, with his thumb brushing the spot just below your breast.

His hands roamed across your body, running the pads of his fingers down the length of your spine and leaving a trail of goosebumps wherever he made contact, while you tangled your fingers in locks, disheveling his once perfectly coiffed hair. A firm grope of your ass caused you to gasp out in surprise, and Nanami took advantage of that moment to deepen the kiss, inserting his tongue into your mouth as he slowly pushed you towards the edge of his desk.

You pulled away for a moment and admired the flushed look of Nanami’s cheeks as the two of you regulated your heavy breathing. It felt as if the temperature of the room had skyrocketed, and your racing heartbeat thrummed in your eardrums, sending pulsations throughout your whole body – including your now wet cunt. All this and you had only kissed the man.

Nanami pressed his forehead against yours as his breaths became steady, and his lips barely grazed yours as he whispered to you.

“Is this alright?” he asked. You titled your head up a fraction of an inch to touch your lips to his and breathed out your affirmation.

“More than alright.”

Taking your words as a sign to keep going, Nanami lifted you up just high enough to seat you on top of his desk and pressed his thigh in between your legs, coaxing a moan out of you. Your damp panties did little to shield your cunt from the rough material of his slacks, and your hips moved of their own accord, grinding down on his thigh and soaking through his pants.

“God,” he hissed in between kisses. “I can already feel how wet you are.”

You merely hummed in response as you started to undo his tie, tossing it aside to God knows where before working on unbuttoning his shirt. Nanami mirrored your actions with urgency and before you had a chance to pull his shirt off of him, he had already rid you of your blouse. His hands immediately found for your tits, and he kneaded them over your lacy, black bra. You groaned into his mouth, spurring him on, and allowed your hands to explore the solid planes of his chest and abdomen. Nanami’s muscles tensed under your touch, and you could feel his quad flex between your legs as you continued to rock yourself against his leg.

Nanami’s mouth parted from yours, leaving you disappointed for only a fraction of a second before his lips started to make their way down your neck. He lightly nipped at your skin, following up with hot, wet kisses to soothe the spots that he had undoubtedly bruised. He brought a hand behind your back and deftly unhooked your bra, separating from you just long enough for you to slip it off before he went back to his ministrations.

You leaned back on the desk to allow him better access to your bare chest, and groaned uncomfortably when you felt something digging into your back. Sensing your discomfort, Nanami swiped his arm across his desk, sending its contents crashing towards the floor. The sound of a mug shattering rang in your ears, but Nanami paid no mind to it, preferring to focus on the task at hand.

Nanami gently pushed you down so you lay flat across his desk, and you moaned with pleasure as one of his hands was replaced by his mouth sucking on your tit. He kissed and licked around your nipple, leaving yet another bitemark on the swell of your breast.

He swiped his tongue across the valley of your breasts as he began to rub one of your nipples between his thumb and index finger. His mouth travelled to your other nipple and you moaned when he began to lightly flick it with his tongue.

You were absolutely breathless, and the only thing on your mind was the nonstop throbbing of your cunt as it rubbed against Nanami’s abdominals and clenched around nothing – your pussy was begging to be filled.

“Fuck,” you moaned. “I need you inside of me.”

“Patience is a virtue, Miss Itadori” Nanami whispered against your skin, switching his mouth over to your other nipple. The hand that had been previously groping at you slid down your side, tracing the contours of your body as he made his way to the zipper of your skirt. You tugged on Nanami’s hair, pulling him up so that his mouth met yours once again. The only sounds filling the room were those of your lips smacking together and the sound of Nanami pulling your zipper down at a torturously slow pace.

Nanami stepped back so that he could fully remove your skirt and you took the brief reprieve from his kisses to admire his flawlessly toned torso. You had suspected that he was built like an Adonis when you saw the way his muscles bulged under his shirt, but now that you had a perfect view of his bare torso, you reflexively licked your lips.

You longed to have your mouth on every single one of the bumps and curves of his body. You wanted to feel his firm chest pressed up against yours. You wanted his rough hands to explore every inch of your skin. You wanted to feel his lips on your plush inner thighs.

Even under the harsh lighting of the fluorescent bulbs overhead, Nanami Kento was, without a doubt, the sexiest man you had ever laid eyes on.

Nanami got down onto his knees and you squealed with surprise and delight when he hooked his arms around your thighs and pulled you towards the edge of the desk so that you could feel his hot breath on your clothed wet cunt.

He had neglected to remove your pantyhose when he rid you of your skirt, but you realized that that had been intentional when Nanami pinched the translucent material, pulled on it, and let it snap back into place against your inner thigh. He was toying with you, and it was driving you crazy.

As if reading your mind, Nanami placed a kiss on your cunt, and dug his nails into your pantyhose to rip a giant hole to expose your crotch. He swiped his tongue over your panties and you whimpered with anticipation as you felt his fingers walk their way over to the lace so he could shove them aside.

Without an ounce of hesitation, he dove in between your legs, burying his face in your folds and rubbing at your clit with his pointed nose while his tongue dipped inside of you.

“Oh god – oh god,” you moaned.

Nanami ate you out with unmatched fervor as if you were the only meal he had had in weeks – a meal he just couldn’t get enough of – and he hummed into your pussy with satisfaction as your slick coated his tongue.

His fingers dug into your thighs to keep you steady in place as your hips bucked upwards almost involuntarily. Your entire body was wracked by your heavy breathing, and the lewd sounds of Nanami sucking on your clit were almost loud enough to drown out the sound of your moaning.

Your hands futilely groped around the desk, desperately searching for something – anything – to grab onto. Unable to find an anchor, your hands ultimately found purchase in Nanami’s tousled locks. You almost didn’t think he could get any closer to you, but when you pressed his head into your pussy, he proved you wrong as his tongue reached a spot even deeper within your cunt.

“You taste amazing,” he breathed, and you found yourself whimpering yet again when he removed his tongue to speak, desperate for more stimulation. You pushed his head back to its rightful place in between your legs, and let out a shrill moan when his tongue was replaced by two of his long, thick fingers delving into your sopping wet cunt. They slid in with ease, thanks to his spit and the juices of your arousal, and the loud squelching of him pumping his fingers in and out of you was, by far, the most lascivious thing you had ever heard.

Your moans grew more and more distressed as you neared your first orgasm. The way Nanami worked at your clit with his tongue made it seem like the two of you had done this thousands of times. He was a fast learner, and quickly picked up on all of your cues indicating whenever you really liked what he was doing. He expertly flicked at the nub with the tip of his tongue, and his skillful, deliberate movements had you seeing stars.

He curled his fingers within you, pressing into a sensitive spot in your cunt at the same time he swiped his tongue over your clit. It elicited a long, squealing moan from your lips, and your grip on his hair tightened as your toes curled.

“Yes, yes, oh god, just like that,” you panted. “Oh, fuck, fuck, fuck! I’m so close!”

You dared to peer down at Nanami working at your pussy, and the sight alone of him in between your legs almost sent you careening over the edge.

It wasn’t until he peeked up at you through his long lashes with his tongue still deep in your cunt, that the wave of euphoria crashed over you, and you screamed out his name as you found your release. Nanami kept you pressed tightly against his mouth and drank up your essence – eager to have you ride out your orgasm on his tongue.

You could’ve sworn you blacked out for a moment – you had never had an orgasm quite like that.

You released his locks and dropped back onto the desk with one of your arms flying to cover your eyes and protect them from the ceiling lamps. Your legs may have been shaking like leaves in a hurricane, and your breathing may have been irregular, but you had never, ever felt this good.

If he was able to make you cum like that with just his tongue and his fingers, you couldn’t wait to have his cock inside of you.

Nanami took the opportunity to rid you completely of your defiled pantyhose and underwear before getting up from his spot on the floor and wiping your remaining juices from his face with one of his clean fingers. He stared you dead in the eyes as he sucked all of his digits clean and you bit down on your lip lustfully.

You wanted to do unspeakable things to this man.

But, for now, your focus was on making him feel as good as he had made you feel.

Despite your still-trembling limbs, you propped yourself up and managed to stand before him to thank him with a sloppy kiss on his lips. He wrapped his arms around your waist and groaned into the kiss as he pulled your naked body close against him. You could feel the hardness of his erection begging to be released from the confines of his slacks and you were more than eager to help him take care of that.

“Was that okay?” he asked. You gawked at him before pulling him in for another kiss.

“Was that, okay? You just gave me one of the best orgasms of my entire life and you’re asking me if that was okay?” you laughed. “That was more than okay – and I would love to thank you properly.”

“No thanks necessary – I might have enjoyed that even more than you did.”

Your pussy throbbed at his words, and you palmed at the prominent bulge in his pants. He bit down on his tongue to stifle a moan and you tutted at him, rubbing your palm against him in a circular motion and leaning into his ear.

“I want to hear you, Mr. Nanami,” you whispered. “Now be a good boy and have a seat for me.”

You could hear him gulp expectantly as he followed orders and took a seat in his desk chair. You planted your palms on his thighs and ran your hands all over them, teasingly brushing over his erection.

You could feel the corded muscles of his quads flex as you used them to help you lower yourself into a kneeling position in front of him, but before you reached the ground, he stopped you.

“Wait,” he said. You eyed him curiously as he pulled his arms free of his sleeves and removed his button-down shirt. He folded it up and placed it on the ground, right where your knees were set to land. “I want you to be comfortable.”

You had known this man all of one hour, but you could already confidently say that he was perfect.

He spread his legs out wide enough so that you can squeeze yourself in between them, and you leisurely dragged your index finger from his sternum down to the trail of blond hairs directly below his navel. You lightly scratched his skin with your manicured nail, and drew a loaded sigh from Nanami’s lips.

His belt was unbuckled in a matter of seconds, and you could hear the creaking of leather as he gripped onto the arms of his chair, clearly growing excited by the prospect you taking him into your mouth. Next came the button of slacks, followed by the zipper which you pulled down slowly, teasing him just as he had teased you before.

Nanami lifted his hips for you to be able to pull down his pants and boxer briefs, and you couldn’t help but moan when his cock sprung free.

“Jesus Christ,” you breathed.

To say he had a nice cock would be an understatement. It was longer than most of the ones you had seen, and definitely girthier. Most impressive of all was how big his balls were, and you couldn’t wait to feel them slap against your pussy when he inevitably fucked you on his desk.

Precum glistened on the tip of his cock, and you carefully wrapped one of your hands around his length, using the pad of your thumb to spread his precum all over the head. Nanami shuddered and you experimentally swirled your tongue around his swollen tip. He hissed at your actions, and what you wanted more than anything was to hear more of those sweet sounds come out of him.

You allowed saliva to pool in your mouth, and stared up at him as you let it flow from your lips to moisten his cock. A few more pumps of your hand coated him entirely with your makeshift lubricant, and once you were satisfied, you jerked him off with one hand and fondled his balls with the other.

Nanami groaned as your pace quickened and you continued to rub at his tip with your thumb. His cock twitched in your hand, and you took that as your cue to switch over to using your mouth.

“God,” he moaned. “You’re really good at this.”

You stared up at him from your spot in between his legs, and you could tell he loved the view of you on your knees with his fat cock stuffed into your mouth. He threw his head back when you took him deeper into your throat, and you could hear his grip on the leather arms tighten when he heard you gagging on his length.

He was so big that you wondered just how you were even physically able to take his cock bottoming out in your throat, but you were up for the challenge – especially when he rewarded you with those incredibly sexy moans.

Your hand continued to play with those heavy balls of his, while your other hand wrapped around the base of his cock and jerked him off. Whatever couldn’t fit in your fist was taken care of by your mouth, and the sloppiness of your blowjob had spit dripping down his cock and onto the leather seat of his chair.

You wanted to suck the life out of this man but, much to your dismay, he stopped you.

“W-wait,” he stuttered. You pulled your mouth off of his cock with a loud ‘pop’ and glanced up at him through your lashes. He grabbed onto your forearms and helped you stand before bringing you in for a kiss. He started with your lips, and then trailed down your neck, lightly biting on your pulse point. “I don’t want to cum until I’ve properly fucked you.”

“Mr. Nanami, there is nothing proper about what I want you to do to me,” you teased. He growled in your ear and spun you around so your back was against his chest. His hand snaked around you and down in between your legs to rub at your clit, causing you to whimper and grind your ass against his fully erect cock.

While his index and middle fingers alternated between rubbing your clit and dipping into your pussy, he planted his free hand on your upper back and urged you forward so that you were bent over his desk, wet cunt on full display from behind.

Nanami grabbed his cock, spreading your slick coating his fingers down his entire length, and giving it a few solid pumps. He slipped himself between your legs, and rubbed himself along your folds without entering you – it was excruciating.

“Please,” you whined. “I need you inside of me.”

He went out of his way to torture you, and only gave you the satisfaction of him slowly inserting just the tip inside of you. You whimpered and attempted to thrust your hips backwards so that he could sink into you further, but he wouldn’t allow it, instead keeping you firmly in place so he could go at his pace.

“I’m going to go slow, okay?”

He said this out of concern for you, knowing that taking his entire cock might be a bit difficult even though you were more than fully prepped. He pushed into you slowly, and with every inch, you grew more and more impatient and desperate for him to actually fuck you.

The delicious stretch of his cock within your walls had your eyes rolling to the back of your head and your grip on the desk’s lip intensified to the point you were sure your nails were going to leave crescent-shaped marks in the wood.

Nanami let out a sigh of immense satisfaction as he bottomed out and held your ass flush against his pelvis.

“Fuck, Nanami, you feel so fucking good,” you breathed. Your walls clenched around him and he groaned.

“You’re so tight and wet,” he moaned. “Let me know when I can move.”

“Nanami, if you don’t fuck me into this desk right now, I swear to- ah!”

Before you could finish your sentence, Nanami pulled himself almost completely out of your pussy and slammed himself back into you. The few pens that remained on his desk clattered to the floor as Nanami fucked into you so hard the wood started protesting underneath you. Your moans, Nanami’s grunts, and the creaking of the desk were perfectly in sync and you were almost certain the desk was going to give out at any moment.

The two of you were so loud, it was a wonder you could even hear the sound of skin smacking together as he incessantly fucked you from behind and had his balls slapping against your cunt.

“You feel fucking amazing,” he groaned, and he tangled his fingers in your hair to keep your head pressed against the desk, trapping you in your current position and surrendering yourself to him completely.

“Harder – I want you to fuck me harder!” you cried out. Eager to please, Nanami pushed into you so hard that the desk began to scoot across the floor. “God! Yes! Just like that! Oh, God, right there, right there!”

The tip of his cock kissed your cervix and you cried out shamelessly – all worries of someone possibly overhearing you flew out the window. Your walls tightened around him as you felt yourself rapidly approaching your release.

“Don’t,” he said, emphasizing his warning his another hard thrust. “Don’t squeeze my cock like that unless you want me to cum inside you.”

“And what if that is what I want?” you asked teasingly, choking out your words as your legs began to give out. “I want you to cum in me – I want it so bad.”

“Careful,” he cautioned – another thrust.

“I want you to fuck me like you want to put a baby in me,” you said. Nanami groaned and his cock twitched within your walls; you let out a laugh in disbelief. “Oh, you like that, huh?”

You whined with disappointment as he completely pulled out of you, denying you your orgasm, and you squealed in surprise when he flipped you over so that you were lying with your back flat against the desk and your legs hanging over the edge. Nanami grabbed your calves and slung one leg over each of his shoulders.

You had to spread your legs out quite a bit to accommodate his size, and you admired the view of his large, sturdy frame in between your thighs. You hungrily eyed his bulging muscles and, if you weren’t dying for instant gratification, you would love to experiment with him and see what kind of crazy, acrobatic positions he’d be able fuck you in.

Nanami lined his cock up with your entrance and thrust himself back into you without warning.

“Say it again,” he commanded.

“Fuck a baby into me – I want you to fuck a baby into me!”

“Good girl.”

Your cries were rewarded with Nanami relentlessly pounding into you, and his ferocity only spurred you on as you began to mindlessly babble.

“Do you want me to make you a daddy?” you asked. Nanami grunted in time with another hard thrust, and you screamed out in pleasure. “Yeah, I’ll make you a daddy – fuck a baby into me, daddy.”

“You want me to stuff you full of my cum?” he asked, “You’d like that wouldn’t you?”

“Yes, daddy,” you moaned.

Something within him must have snapped, and if you thought he was fucking your brains out before, he was fucking the life out of you now.

There was something about seeing a man like him become totally undone that drove you absolutely mad. He was so well put together and self-actualized that you felt an immense sense of pride in being the cause of his absolutely primal behavior. His baritone voice made your cunt throb with every grunt, because it was just so damn animalistic, and his nostrils flared every time he hit your cervix. His hair had fallen out of place and was plastered against his forehead with sweat from fucking you like his life depended on it – he was the very image of perfection.

Nanami, of course, thought you were an absolute vision. The way your tits bounced every time he pounded into you and the way your voice started to become hoarse from your non-stop moaning and screaming made his cock twitch.

A ring of cream was forming around the base of his cock and he slipped in and out of you so easily it seemed almost unreal.

“You want me to fill you up?” he asked. You moaned your affirmation and he brought his fingers to your clit, rubbing it furiously and drawing another scream out of you. “Use your words.”

“Yes, God, yes!” you cried. “I want you to fucking stuff me full of your cum – wanna make you a daddy!”

He could feel your legs trembling on his shoulders and your pussy spasming from the overstimulation of his cock inside of you and his thumb drawing circles on your clit.

“Are you going to be a good girl and cum for me when I tell you to?”

“Yes, please, I want to cum so bad – please, please, please” you begged. Nanami continued to fuck into you, not granting you even a millisecond of rest, until his thrusts became erratic as he felt himself nearing his orgasm.

“Cum for me,” he finally ordered. Your body obeyed of its own volition, and you released one final, high-pitched scream as you convulsed around him, cumming all over his cock.

It was the final push he needed to find his own release, and you could feel his cock twitch inside of you as he emptied himself into your hot, wet cunt. Amidst the sounds of your screams and his moans, you heard something that sounded suspiciously like wood cracking.

The two of you stayed put for a moment, collecting yourselves and steadying your breathing, before Nanami slipped his soft cock out of you. You groaned at suddenly feeling so empty.

“Jesus Christ,” you panted. There was so much more you wanted to say – this was the best sex you had ever had and you wanted to praise him for it, but you were at a loss for words because of him probably literally fucking your brains out.

A moan escaped you when you felt Nanami shove a finger into your overly-sensitive pussy.

“You’re not going to waste a single drop,” he said, stuffing his cum back into your dripping cunt. You whined and nodded.

“Yes, sir.”

Nanami, ever the gentleman, helped you sit up, and you yelped when one of the desk’s legs snapped, dropping one side to the floor and cracking the wooden frame. The sudden movement made you stumble and almost roll off the desk, but Nanami wrapped his arms around your torso before you could fall over.

The two of you had done it, you had actually broken the desk.

You stared at each other in shock, and the silence was broken when you burst into a fit of laughter. Nanami’s brow furrowed.

“I have no idea how I’m going to explain this,” he said. You ran your fingers through his hair, slicking the stray, damp locks away from his forehead.

“Don’t worry too much about it – I’ll make sure to make a large donation to the school.”

“How generous of you,” he teased.

The two of you quickly got dressed and you turned to check the clock on the wall.

“Oh, it’s late,” you observed. “I need to pick Yuji up from the Fushiguro’s place.”

“Well, I certainly hope I won’t have to wait until the next parent/teacher conference to see you again,” Nanami said. His face was still flushed from your earlier activities, but you imagined that the redness of his cheeks intensified as he expressed his desire to continue whatever relationship the two of you now had.

You reached into your purse to pull out your wallet and plucked one of your business cards from the inner sleeve, handing it over to him with a coy smile.

“Maybe next time we can try this on my desk,” you purred. You grabbed your coat from its spot on the chair and stood on your toes to give him one final peck goodbye. “Have a good night, Kento. I’ll see you again very soon.”

Ah can you do a Childe x Reader in which Childe and reader have agegap and Childe like manipulates the reader into sleeping with him lmao...

Thanks for your request sweetie 🥰 <3 I hope u don't mind but I kinda altered it..?

Rich creepy uncle Childe? Yesss. 😩

warnings: dark content, uhhhh incest, age gap (reader is 19, Childe is like 30), fem naive reader, sorta bratty/spoiled reader, mentions of incestuous marriage/pregnancy, possessive Childe, manipulation, handjob

Childe knows what he's doing. You used to be a good girl. You used to be sooo sweet.

Until he started spoiling you.

Then you became disobedient, always fighting and talking back to your dad.

And after those fights, you'd always run to Childe for solace. After all, he's the one who listens and gives you what you want.

New phone? Done.

New clothes? Sure.

Oh and there's something else. Although you became a spoiled pompous brat, you were still naive.

You didn't know a single thing about sex. god, Childe loves that the most about you.

You don't wear bras around him and you'll prance around in the tiniest fucking skirt that he bought.

This time you came over to his apartment after having a heated argument with your mother.

"what happened this time kitten?" Childe asks as you lay flat on your stomach across his lap while playing on your switch.

He's got a perfect view of your jiggly ass and he's content to watch as he glances every so often while scrolling on his phone.

You scoff while repeatedly pressing the buttons. "Mom said she doesn't want me coming over anymore. Said I'm too old to be doing that especially since you live alone."

But you didn't see what the big deal was. You didn't see the way Childe looked at you with lust and hunger.

Childe stops what he's doing and looks over at you. He already knew. Your parents practically despised him.

But it's not like he cares.

"really? Does that mean you're gonna stop hanging out with your cool uncle?" He asks with a pout while gently massaging the flesh of your thigh.

You immediately glance back worriedly. "Of course not uncle! I love you. I love you more than my family."

His heart flutters. He loves you too. In a sick and twisted way.

"c'mere cupcake." He gestures with a sly smile so you obey and drop the console to sit up on his lap.

"what is it uncle?" You ask sweetly while wrapping your arms around his neck and batting your lashes.

"your mom was right about one thing. Living alone gets pretty lonely." He sighs sadly so you cup his face.

"then I'll move in with you! I'll cook for you too if you want...anything to make you happy." You chirp with the brightest smile on your face. "I hate living with my parents anyway." You add with a frown.

Childe's breathing turns labored as his lips curl, his fingers slowly gripping your hips. "You'd do that for me?"

"yup!"

"then..." His lips brush against yours and it sends a shiver down your spine.

You two have never been...this close before.

He meets your eyes and it makes you flush. "Can you help me with something?"

You look down when he grabs your hand and places it on top of his bulge. "It really hurts for some reason." Childe explains with a faux pout.

Your mouth goes agape before you speak.

"y-your penis hurts?" You check with furrowed brows. There was nothing in your gaze except concern and maybe embarassment.

Childe has to hold back a giant grin. You're just too easy. But it's adorable.

"yes. Maybe if you just..rubbed it a little, the pain would go away." He whispers while resting his forehead against yours.

"oh. O-okay, let me see." You reply before unbuckling his pants.

Childe leans back on the couch and watches with lidded eyes when you free his painful erection.

Your eyes widen comically at the impressive length and you swallow before looking at Childe nervously. "I-it does look like it's in a lot of pain..."

"hurry angel." He rasps, his impatience running thin. He's waited too long for this.

"o-okay." You purse your lips before shakily wrapping your delicate fingers around it.

Childe swallows a groan when you start pumping your hand up and down.

"g-good sweetheart, just like that," he gasps while throwing his head back, his grip tightening on your flesh.

You blush from his words. He must be in a lot of pain right now. His face is flushed and his chest is heaving but for some reason the sight of his state was making your body tingle.

"u-uncle ajax, are you okay?" You ask softly while leaning over with a hand pressed on his chest.

"k-kiss me." He mutters while staring into your eyes.

Your entire face explodes red. "H-huh?"

"now." He growls, no longer waiting for approval before crashing his lips onto yours.

You squeak before shakily trying to kiss back as your hand continues to work his cock.

Childe's hand moves under your shirt and he starts groping your tender mounds, earning a yelp from you.

Tears sting your eyes as you try to comprehend everything that's happening. His tongue is hot and invading your mouth and your saliva is making a mess on your face.

"u-uncle," you whimper when he trails his kisses down to your neck and shoulder.

"keep going baby. You're making all my pain go away." He assures with a shit eating smile before forcefully grabbing your smaller hand and helping you wank him to an orgasm.

You gaze down and watch with heavy panting as his cock twitches before spurting out cum.

Childe moans, it's low and sexy before slowly releasing your hand.

You sit there, body trembling as you stare down at his softening cock with ingenuous eyes.

Childe swallows thickly, his hazy lust clearing and he's worried you might be scared now. "Kitten..?"

"uncle, what's this white stuff?" You ask curiously, your cheeks dusted red as you stare at him shyly.

He exhales before smiling. "I'll show you."

~

Loud unfiltered moans are resonating throughout childe's bedroom but it doesn't compare to the loud skin slapping against skin as Childe fucks you doggy style on his bed.

And although you were in absolute bliss from the way his cock dragged in and out of your walls, you still heard the familiar melody of your ringtone and reached over to pick up.

"h-hello -- ah!" You let out a cry when Childe leans over and circles your clit from underneath, a satisfied smirk gracing his gorgeous face.

"y/n? Where are you? Come home now! Do you have any idea how late it is?"

It's your father's voice. And he sounds angry.

A loopy smile appears on your face when childe flips you over so you can face him and he can watch those tits of yours bounce.

"s-sorry daddy, I'm living with uncle ajax now."

You can't even hear your father's reply when Childe sloppily kisses you and intertwines your hands together.

"tell your daddy the other thing." He whispers against your lips.

"a-and I, mm! I'm gonna marry him too, a-ah! And have his baby!" Drool runs down your chin as you smile up at Childe.

Your parents voices on the other end are ignored as childe hangs up before focusing on you. "Beautiful. My beautiful girl."

Your parents didn't matter anymore. Childe has the money and connections so he could easily get them out of the picture if they tried to interfere.

Now you're all his.

You whine while throwing your head back when he grinds against you and arch off of the bed. "O-oh Ajax! I'm cum-"

Your sentence isn't even finished before you gasp and cream around him. Childe groans before quickly following, his fertile seed flooding your womb.

You wrap your arms around him to hold him close as he lazily humps against you, tears decorating your lashes from overstimulation.

He kisses your wrist before grinning above you. "Now you're mine."

you're still streaming!

about how streamer childe forgot to shut down his cam before enjoying his time with you... on a pretty naughty way

warnings: kinda smut (?), all the viewers of Childe's channel are +18, exhibitionism, dirty talk (?), praising, filming (?), idk i just got this idea while in heat i'm sorry, the streaming platform works how i want it to work don't blame my little pc knowledge pls, we imagine childe's community is super safe an everything gets deleted and no one saves clips most savage ones just jerk off, some uses of pretty princess.

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"And thanks to WhitedHaired for those subs!" Childe's hands are still quick on the controller as you keep observing him from behind. Your shared bed is a strategical point to be on, since his tall silhouette and the big chair he got last month cover you sitting on your bed side. You're reading a book, his grateful words and the way he talks with the chat constantly making you smile and give a look to your boyfriend.

Childe decided to try luck on that world after being a huge fan of the biggest streamer of all Liyue for months. He was even able to make a gameplay with Zhongli, even when his calm energy doesn't match your boyfriend's chaotic one. He got a lot of subs quickly, and he had a lot of good welcoming and love, so you're happy as well!

You've played some games with him without showing your face, because you don't really like all those comments of "look how he kisses her while playing, because she's so bad she need reassurance" and some others. Even when most of your boyfriend's supporters are nice people, there's a huge amount of them who want him all for themselves. And it shows today, when he asks you a question and you answer from behind him, making the wave of negative comments grow out of nowhere.

Usually, Childe has a couple moderators on his chat to avoid this type of things, but today he gave them a free day, saying that today's gameplay was age restricted because of the violent videogame content, and he really thought adult viewers would be pretty respectful, but he was wrong.

"You all better shut up or else you'll obligate me to ban each one of you individually."

The chat stayed quiet for a long while, and you knew Childe disabled the alarms to avoid you hearing all those shitty stuff while he bans some viewers, keeping the good chat and the jokes with the others. There's just ten minutes of stream left.

Faster than you thought, Childe is saying goodbye to them all. "Thanks for today's streaming, hope you guys had fun! I'll see you all tomorrow at 17:00 as usual!" Childe makes the next steps on an automatic way: closes the streaming window and, without even looking at the monitor twice, takes his headphones away and shuts off the monitor, already looking at you.

"I'm sorry for all that, baby. I tried my best to ban all of them." he walks lazily towards the bed. He doesn't know all his followers, the ones that stayed on the stream even knowing he shut down the laptop, are getting a free face reveal of the cute partner of their favorite streamer. Once he arrives, he kisses you in the most sweet way, both hands cupping your cheeks as his large body kneels on the bed, demanding more.

Some of the viewers try to warn him and most of them leave the stream, confused, but knowing he forgot to shut down everything and that they aren't invited to see that.

Even when Xiao, his friend, reminded him that every single modification you do during stream - as silence alerts, as he did.- needs a double confirmation. If you forgot to do that confirmation mid-show, the program will, of course, ask you to save the changes before closing it. The pop-up reminding Childe to save the configuration about the alarms is popping on his laptop. By shutting down just the monitor, he didn't shut the entire PC, so the webcam, with an imperceptible white light, keeps streaming the images behind his desk and directly to his bed. Even when the chair is sometimes covering both of you, the way he pushes your body against the bed is clearly seen by the couple viewers that are still inside. His mouth leaves a trail of kisses from your mouth to your jaw, down your neck and clavicle while he lifts your t-shirt enough to kiss your ribs.

"Didn't you had to watch Xiao's stream...?" you ask in low tone as your hands run through his hair, capturing orange locks as his head reaches your belly button.

"Mmh." it's the only thing that escapes his mouth before his long and delicate fingers reach your pants' waist, little by little taking them away while he licks his lips, impatient for the meal under them. Your legs shake by themselves and you can't help but put his head closer. You want him to undress you now.

"Wow, wow, so impatient." he teases, a little smile on his lips as his tongue plays with the fabric of your panties, soft black lace directly on his mouth. "I bet you can't even articulate a word now." His lips are now against the fabric, pressing a kiss as you cover your mouth with your hands. Even when you're used to this, it's true that Childe knocks you out every time he does it, every time he plays with your anticipation, tensing and loosening your pleasure as if it was a band. Making you reach the higher points still dressed to give you the hardest of endings against his bare tongue. "You thought I wouldn't notice, right?" he says, jokingly, as he takes air and passes his tongue again, hands sneaking up to take yours away from your mouth, as his fingers search yours, tangling them on your stomach, not letting you cover your moans again. "That I wouldn't notice how needy you were. You looked at that clock as if you were threatening him to pass hours faster." he murmurs as now his teeth give soft bites on your inner thighs, letting you rest from all the direct stimulation, making your skin shiver in pleasure. "You even went to the bathroom, I wonder why? It was too little time to masturbate, darling. I wondered what you were doing until I noticed something. You phone was with you." His lips are again against your panties, now soaked, as he goes with his little theatre play. "And, then, I remembered how much my pretty princess likes to take pics for me!" your cheeks are red. Totally red. He knows you too well. You did went to take some pics. You could tease him while streaming, just a little revenge on every single picture or video he sent you while you were working. But you decided to keep your composure and wait until he was done. "I would ask you to see them, but, we can save them for another necessity moment..." he takes your panties away with his teeth, sliding so sweetly down your legs. Once he has them out, hanging from his teeth, he gets closer to your mouth again, crawling on the bed, letting the panties fall to a side before putting his face close to yours. "... and you could show me live what you have under all those clothes, hm?"

Behind the screen, some of the spectators left - not a lot. - felt as if they were watching the best romantic film out there. Between all of them, Xiao's emoji popped. With a sigh and a cringing sound, he leaves as fast as he entered.

With Childe opening your legs and sliding his fingers down your stomach, free hand unbuckling his belt on the most hot way possible, his phone rings. He was about to ignore it, but you passed it to him.

"It's Xiao, maybe it's important." He growled as he sat in bed, doing you the same, covering your exposed body with the nearest blanket.

"What do you want?" he asked Xiao, a little anger on his voice. He was about to have probably the best sex session of the week with his gorgeous girlfriend.

"To tell you to please turn down your onlyfans stream."

The room gets silent. You're freezing and Childe doesn't know even how to act. Xiao hangs with a sigh.

Childe get's up running, making sure your body is still covered as he puts his belt back on, turning on the monitor. There, the goddam message to save the configurations makes the stream keep going, even when just some people is still in it. Childe sits in front of the computer again and takes his headphones. He takes air.

"I'm sorry for what just happened. It wasn't intentional and I'm really sorry this happened." his tone turns now a little more dark. "But, if I see a single clip, a single picture, a single meme about her... then be sure I won't be sorry for my actions."

FRIENDLY COMPETITION [ series ]

TOJI FUSHIGURO X FEM! READER

[ series masterlist ]

Toji doesn’t consider himself a patient man, you don’t either. But one thing about toji is that his pride his high

- modern au

- mature content

- next chap

“So no sex?"’

"Yeah, that’s the case babe.”

Toji and his friends decided to do a friendly competition of who can hold out the longest without sex. You were shocked when you first heard about this especially since toji betted his money for this.

He said that sukuna brought up the idea and they all thought that it was fun to do that. It was an unusual challenge for the group since they’re not the type to bet on shit like this. Mostly they bet on races, games, cars and never about sex.

"Sukuna was the one who proposed it…?" 

“Yeah, a shocker.” You’ve known toji’s friends for a time now since toji introduce you to them before you guys even started dating and based on what you know sukuna isn’t the innocent one of them all. It was a shocked that he was the one who started this bet.

"How long though?” You up to him asking, “Eh for how long we can hold up,” the man say shrugging, “Until there’s a winner and i’ll win.”

But there was one problem, “..erm” you started, “what?” he says finally looking at you, “how about me then?” you asked continuing and toji answered laughing, mumbling about how you look cute asking that.

He then stands up walking towards you to pat your head saying “you"re a big girl, handle it.” just to walk away after, “i’m gonna go take a shower, don’t come with me, we have money to win ma.”

10 days

You miss toji.

You rarely see him these days. He claims that it’s for the group because if he sees you often he might just lose control, it’s killing you. One thing this challenge made you realized is that your boyfriend ruined everything for you, you can’t even please your own self anymore.

Only toji can please you the way you love it.

You miss u

Toji horny?

You yeah :(

Toji non of them tap out yet

You toji let’s just forget the bet plsssss

Toji no babe my money

Toji plus i don’t wanna be the first one out

Toji just wait gojo will be out soon

Toji then maybe it’ll be safe to do it then

Toji if ur horny just sleep

You i can’t sleep because im horny dummy

Toji i can’t help you woman

You ugh ur useless toji bye

Toji wtf

You dick pic?

Toji [one attachment]

You thank u handsome

14 days

This is no help.

how can a tight white t-shirt makes you wet like this. The shirt complimented his build so much. It flexed his muscle, he so big.

“You’re so hot.” you stated.

He smiles, “That horny?”

“Can’t i compliment my boyfriend?” You express a angry face playing with him.

“i stay hot for you, babe.” he answers back kissing your cheek, it’s a lazy afternoon and you both didn’t have work so staying in was the best option.

You were sitting on his lap while talking, you were sharing gossips about your friends and moments like this keeps you going for your relationship it’s just so pure . The relationship you both have is so establish and domestic that you can never leave toji because of this.

It was going fun as toji lightly pulls you away from his grasp, “why? i’m heavy?” you softly asked he he shakes his head no looking down making you look at what his eyes are saying, “oh, you’re hard.”

He’s finally tapping out?

“Should i?” you say going down only to get caught off guard by him pulling you up, “No, maybe i’ll drive around for a while to stop the libido”

You can never reach toji’s pride, it’s too high.

It’s always hard when you and toji fight because even if he’s wrong he finds it hard to apologize because of his pride. What more now that his friends are on his dick waiting for him to tap out. He just can’t lose.

You can’t think of anything to say but smile and blurt out, “Stay safe.”

All this for a fucking bet?

15 days

Sukuna yo

Toji what you tap out already

Sukuna no i’m asking for u really

Sukuna are you hard toji?

Sukuna can’t keep your dick in your pants :(

Toji fuck urself

Suguru what happened weren’t u hard yesterday

Toji we didn’t have sex dumbo

Suguru how bout gojo

Sukuna oi satoru ur looking strong

Satoru im winning tf

Sukuna no im here poor you

Suguru toji goodluck

Satoru yeah goodluck buddy

Satoru it’s just sex don’t let it get u :)

Toji wtf

Toji fuck y'all

17 days

Dingdong.

Opening the door smelling a familiar strong men’s perfume. You were caught off guard by aggressive lips kissing you, it was toji, of course you kiss him back. 

“Hmm?” humming through the kiss questioning his actions, “toji, the bet.” you continued speaking in between the kisses, he simply mumble “don’t care” continuing to kiss you

You feel him biting your lower lip, making you moan just him to put his tongue inside your mouth, tasting you.

“Miss you,” he says not breaking the kiss and pulling you closer by grabbing your ass with one of his hand while the other one around your neck to kiss you better.

The tension is so high, “Toji the door, you didn’t close it.” you say struggling because he is not giving you any space. Toji took a second to close the door just to grab your hand dragging you to the bedroom you assume

“Miss everything,” He says only to stop “miss your boobs, miss your cunt, miss you fucking ass, miss it so much” He says starting a make out session again, “I can tell.” you say through the kiss. It continued for minutes, 10 minutes? god toji loves your lips. You were the one to pull out from the kiss to breathe.

“I don’t usually asked this but..” toji started, “..can you suck it?”

Chuckling you started to remove his clothing from under, “you’re cute, toji.”

As your starting he ties up your hair with his hand “Start slow, don’t go to fast haven’t cum in 15 fucking days.” he says guiding you as you started licking the tip, “I might cum fast, too sensitive” He continued rumbling, so unusual of him

“Toji, shut up.” You spat, “Fuck you, suck now doll, do some magic for me.”

who’s the next loser lol

Escort! Satoru- part three

Pairings- Escort Satoru Gojo x shy CEO F! reader

Warnings- eventually explicit sex, freaky but fluffy- this part- obsessed ass/whipped ass Gojo, mentions of sex work, oral (f receiving) panty stealing hehe, fingering, reader is HELLA rich and Satoru is almost a sugar baby lmao, fluffy/sweet, tension - lots of it- he becomes lowkey/highkey Yan tbh, pretty woman vibes 🤭

This will be a fun set of drabbles in this style! I hope you all enjoy them lmk if you wanna get tagged in the next parts <3

<<<Part Two

Escort! Satoru 'How much for twenty minutes of your time?' your words halt him now, his hand on the doorknob, cock immediately hard, throbbing at just the sound of your voice, the intent there behind it something he's just been fantasizing about day in and day out since he first met you. 'Twenty minutes?' He puts a smirk on his face, turning to face you now, lowering those black Gucci shades just a bit, as you sit there on that desk like a whole fucking meal, sexy business skirt slipping up your thighs just so. 'Twenty minutes of my company?' he turns the lock with a resounding click, dress shoes clicking on the hardwood floors slowly, as he steps closer, until he's leaning over you. 'And what do you want in this twenty minutes?'

Escort! Satoru watches as your eyes lower, nervously shifting, as his hand slips up a thigh, gently pushing it down, so he can step right between your legs. 'Anything you're comfortable with, Satoru... I'd never ask for anything you don't want to do' why do your sweet words have to make his heart race!? Even faced with finally getting more of your time, he also can't take just how much you mean to him, how deeply he fucking feels for you in this moment already. 'I'm comfortable doing anything to your pretty body' he says then, watching your eyes dilate, your lips part, his hands slipping your skirt up just a bit over your stockings. 'So you just say what you want, sweetheart' your hand trails down his abdomen, as you whisper 'I want you to make me cum, please'

Escort! Satoru has your back pressed right on your desk now, shoving stacks of papers out of the way, you gasp at the quick motion, when he shoves your skirt all the way up, revealing black garters adorning your thighs, and already soaked black panties, which he peels down. 'Your eyes... let me...' you take off his glasses with a shaky hand, setting them next to you, revealing those baby blues with snowy lashes lowered. 'They're so pretty... Satoru, are we...' he chuckles, but inhales when he sees your perfect cunt, the strings of sticky cum attached to the panties, moaning at the sight. 'We're not fucking in just twenty minutes, no sweetheart, even if you beg, I'm not busting that fast' your thighs are shaking then, breaths quicker as he pulls those panties fully off, you don't see that he tucks them in his pocket, all you see is him get on his knees.

Escort! Satoru parts your swollen lips with two long fingers, revealing the wetness just drooling from your little hole, he feels your hands grip his expensive black suit as he breathes on it, then inhales your scent, watching the little clit twitch just from that, hearing your soft little whimper. 'Satoru um... you're... ah!' You have to slam a hand on your mouth, what if someone fucking heard you!? This is insane, you're acting so crazy for this man. You see Satoru's brilliant blue eyes looking up, lidded with desire, when he presses a kiss right over your hood, letting your lips slip back together, his fingers now shoving your thighs farther, pressing into them. 'I'm going to have you cum all over my face, sweets, you can pay my fee after' you're done once he's slipped a tongue up your slit, screaming out into your hand, cunt clenching around nothing.

Escort! Satoru is clearly a fucking expert, you've not been with anyone in so long, that just a flick of his tongue destroys you, blood rushing in your ears while your other hand grips his silky white locks. 'Mmm, taste s'fucking good, fuck...' your hips arch, as he starts lapping up your slit, to your little clit, sucking it into his hot mouth now, you're gasping in pleasure, cunt pulsing and pouring more and more arousal for his hungry mouth. 'Oh my god, Satoru... mnh!' your soft, pleading whisper makes him so hard it hurts, he's rubbing himself over his pants then, leaking precum, while your thighs close in on his head. 'Lemme see how many times I can have you cum, set the timer' he says, grinning when he stands, slipping two fingers in your snug little channel.

Escort! Satoru watches you grab your phone with shaky hands, eyeing the time. 'fifteen left, sweets' he murmurs, leaning over you as he curls his fingers up in gummy walls, slick coating you, and you set it, his lips so close to you, you can damn near taste yourself. 'You don't kiss, but you...' Satoru sighs, breath tickling your lips as you bite your lower lip, hand pulling on his tie now. 'This is five star treatment, reserved for very...' he presses a kiss on you neck, your breasts that are peeking from your blouse, 'very.... very special clients only' his fingers curl just so, you scream out against your palm again, as Satoru's close to busting watching you, tasting your sweetness on his lips. 'there's once' he's sitting you up higher as you're spasming around his fingers, sitting right in your office chair now, burying his face back between your thighs again, yanking you against him.

Escort! Satoru has the next orgasm all over his face, fuck he's drowning in you, lewd, wet squelching sounds echoing in your pretty bright office. 'That's it, cum again, let me drink you up, slutty little cunt loves it, huh?' no one has ever spoke this way, no one has devoured you like this, your hoarse voice cries out when his tongue flicks over and over again. 'Satoru, oh my god, t-too much I...' he laughs a bit, fingers scissoring in and out of your soppy hole, raising a brow. 'C'mon, you can give me one more, can't you baby?' baby, the word echoes as you nod, helpless, trying to remember, this was his job, his career, that it's just that, nothing more. But how can you when he's pulled you by the fat of your ass, and his face is fucking buried against you!? As he's drinking your soaking wetness all up, as you shatter, cumming so hard you almost fucking faint, you can't even see.

Escort! Satoru presses one more kiss, smirking as you twitch, thighs shaking, your breaths coming so quick, your grip so tight on his hair it hurts, but it hurts so good. 'Satoru, fuck you're... some pussy eating prodigy like...' he snorts in laughter now, easing his fingers out, coated and dripping with you, making you heat up, when he places them against your lips. 'Open' you eagerly listen, sucking his long fingers, as the timer sets off, you hastily shut it off, tasting your sweetness on him, as he watches your flushed face, your glittery eyes. 'Look at you, so pretty, so fucked out, already...' you pull back your lips with a pop, running your fingers down his hard abdomen, dying to know what he looks like. 'Let me make you cum' he pauses then, because one fucking flick of your tongue and he'd probably bust all over. 'twenty minutes is over, I'm afraid'

Escort! Satoru earns a cute little pout, as you close your thighs, grabbing the phone, that bracelet glinting. 'How much?' you ask softly, Satoru eyes your bare ears, thinking next he'll buy you pretty earrings to dangle off them. 'Twenty minutes? Four hundred.' His price should freak you out, but you don't bat a pretty eyelash, his phone dings, and you've sent eight hundred instead, making him eye you. 'I said four-' you shake your head. 'Worth it' you hop off your desk, wobbling just a bit, he has to steady you now, pressing kisses against your head, so affectionate you can hardly stand it. 'Why does a girl like you need me, hmm? Have you fucking seen yourself?' He tilts your chin up, some underlying feelings pour through then, you hate how he fucking talks about himself suddenly, like he's nothing. 'Have you seen yourself, Satoru?' he blinks a bit then, lips just a centimeter apart, Satoru doesn't kiss clients, right, Satoru doesn't kiss anyone really, not when he knows that is what really means something, all he can thing of is kissing you.

Escort! Satoru watches you adjust yourself a bit, and you try to gather your papers, your things, putting them back in their rightful places. 'I have an auction I could use a date for, same price as the last charity event okay?' you say softly, Satoru's heart pounds in his chest now. 'Discounted, you're tipping me entirely too much' you giggle a little, brushing your hair back. 'How about I buy you something at the auction you'd like?' Satoru shakes his head. 'shit there is thousands...' you shrug a shoulder. 'And? If you want something I'll buy it, if not I'll just pay the normal. Are you booked Friday though?' Satoru looks at his phone now, you keep repeating to yourself - he's just doing this for his job, his money, that's it- don't get too attached. 'Nope, nothing' Satoru says, as he clears three jobs away, high paying, but he damn sure wouldn't turn down another time with you.

Escort! Satoru takes your hand, kissing the back of it with glossy, plump lips - fuck they're glossy from you - winking and playing it off so cool, like his heart's not pounding in his chest. And he tries to remember- he's just a convenience, right, he's just good at pleasing, good at acting. He can't fall so deep to think he could be more for a girl like you, watching color decorate your precious cheeks as you smile. 'Next time... if you're comfortable after...' your hand brushes against his cock, eliciting a whimper you think you must have mis heard, eyeing him now. 'I'd like to please you back' he clears his throat, precum making him stick to his boxers. 'Oh would you, shouldn't I pay you for that, baby?' you're giggling now. 'What!?' he just shakes his head. 'I don't think I could take pay for you pleasing me, but... we'll see, I'll be there.' You nod a bit. 'It's a date, then.' your casual words make you both pause, but he grins now. 'Mhmm, see ya sweets'

Escort! Satoru doesn't know why but the thought of charging you to suck him, charging you for anything, feels... off. weird. wrong. You're still going over it all in your mind, when suddenly you realize you don't have your panties. You're trying to find them, panicking, what if a client walks in and they're thrown somewhere!? You pause then, surely he... 'Satoru...' he picks up the phone, already in the back of his driver's car, stroking a hard cock. 'What is it, sweetheart? need twenty more minutes?' you laugh a bit. 'It's gonna sound insane, but... where are my panties? did you put them somewhere?' your whisper makes him pause, mid stroke, pulling them out of his pocket now. 'Panties... I think I just... had them on the desk?' you curse a bit, as he grins, putting them against his face and biting back a moan. 'Shit, I don't know! Okay... I'll text you the details from the auction.'

Escort! Satoru considers your panties the real tip, hanging up the phone and lapping that wetness off them, flavor coating his tastebuds with you, the phone blings with a location. But Satoru has trouble focusing, instead whining out at the thought of being inside of you, pretty little CEO, who's paying him far, far too much, so much so he's canceled his appointment that day too, he can't focus on anything but you, anyway. You give up searching for your panties, surely he wouldn't have taken them... but little do you know he's using the silk to stroke himself, busting his hot white load all against the fabric, shaking as he looks at the mess he made. He needs some practice, is all, before he can handle you, that's all it is, practice... right? He can't stop thinking about you, like a madness, until he's ready to see you again, and one thought rushes through his head as he meets you that night in your gorgeous red dress -

He wants to kiss you.

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He's obsessed with your voice. He loves the way you whimper and struggle to get the words out. He loves to ask you what you want and refuses to do anything until you beg for him.

He's buried deep inside of you, barely holding himself up over you, panting heavily. He looks down at the pretty faces you're making and he thinks the only thing that would make it better is the sound of your voice.

"Tell me what you want, baby" he breathes in your ear, dropping his head down to your neck. You can feel his chain, cold on your warm skin, and it makes you whine and arch up into him. "I asked you something, sweetheart" he hums leaning back down to press kiss over your chest.

"Please" is all you're able to stutter out at first and it makes him smile into your skin as he lifts his head to condescendingly shake it at you.

"How am I supposed to know what to do if you won't tell me?" there's a pout on his face, you know he's mocking you but you still lean up to kiss him. He indulges you for a few seconds before pulling away and raising his eyebrow at you and that's when you realise he's serious; he really won't move until you tell him exactly what you want.

"please fuck me" you whine, you know it won't be enough for him but you hope it is because if he doesn't move in the next thirty seconds you feel you might combust.

"That's a good start, sweetheart, but it's not quite enough" he chuckles at your responding whine and buries his head into you neck because he's struggling to hide the fact that not moving is affecting him too. "how do you want me to fuck you. tell me how you want it"

"please, just fuck me. fuck me hard. fuck me so hard you break the bed, bite me, spank me, I don't care just please fuck me" He lets out an elated laugh, this is exactly what he wants to hear. He leans in to kiss you and ends up muffling the sob you let out when he finally starts moving. it's intense and it makes you dizzy, you're beyond coherent words at this point. You can't even think straight. He feels so good inside you that you almost go delirious. You instinctively grab at his skin, raking your nails over his shoulder blades and he bites down on the closest patch of skin available to him in response. He loves being able to get you like this, he loves listen to you break like this. You and the pretty noises you make are all his to enjoy.

haikyuu: atsumu miya, tetsuro kuroo, ryuunosuke tanaka, keishin ukai, kei tsukishima

a stray puppy girl followed me home ?! part 2

office worker toji x stray puppy girl

as promised some of the puppy girl's pov:

stray puppy girl who was excited to go on a trip with her owner! her owner said they are going somewhere new, and they would even be using the car!

stray puppy girl who is a bit confused as to why she isn't wearing her collar to go out, and even more confused when her owner tells her to wait in the alley so they can buy some treats.

but stray puppy girl doesn't go outside often, so how could she know what pets normally do when they wait for their owners?

stray puppy girl who is watching the sky become dark. she's getting a little hungry waiting for her owner to come back. she peeks out of the alley. she doesn't see them there, but maybe she will just have to wait a little longer.

stray puppy girl who finds a scrap of cardboard to curl up on behind the dumpster to try and sleep. it's a little scary at night and she doesn't know what could be out there.

stray puppy girl spends another day waiting in the alley, worried that her owner isn't coming back to get her. sometimes people walk past the alley, or the convenience store employees throw out rubbish into the dumpster. stray puppy girl wants to ask them somehow, but she doesn't know that many words and her owner told her she wasn't allowed to talk to strangers.

so stray puppy girl marinates in her worry and hunger, holding onto the fluff of her tail as she crouches on her cardboard scrap. occasionally, she catches a whiff of food from the sealed bags. she's hungry now, tummy rumbling every now and then.

stray puppy girl who waits until it's dark and no one is around to try and lift the lid of the dumpster bin, not wanting to be seen doing something so bad. she hoists herself up, wedging her little body between the lid and the edge of the dumpster. she's reaching for a bag, just a few inches out of her grasp. but it's far enough that she loses her balance and tumbles right in, lid slamming shut.

stray puppy girl who's scared of how dark and cramped the inside of the dumpster is. it's just like her time out cabinet for when she's been naughty. in a panic, she knocks against the side of the dumpster, before remembering no one will be there to let her out.

stray puppy girl who is shocked when the lid opens a few moments later. her savior looks big and strong, even being able to lift her out! stray puppy girl who thinks he smells clean and comforting. his hand is warm against the top of her head and he speaks to her gently. there's a scar on his lip, which she thinks means he's strong.

stray puppy girl who can kind of understand he doesn't want her, but he saved her from the darkness and that must mean something! so she follows him from a distance, peeking behind walls and plants until they reach his home.

stray puppy girl who's worried she got caught following him and is crouching down against the stair railing, stomach filled with butterflies. stray puppy girl who hears him talking. she doesn't understand all the words but "clever pup" doesn't sound like "bad dog" and "get in" must mean she can go to him, right?

stray puppy girl who can barely contain her excitement as she rushes up the rest of the stairs. she wants to be as close to him as possible, rubbing her face into him and filling her head with his scent.

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continuation from pt 1:

toji had always found his bathroom small, but it seemed with the two of them inside it was more cramped than usual. he wasn't really sure how to wash a hybrid, most owners could probably afford to take them to the groomers. but the puppy girl was human enough, he figured it wouldn't be that different.

"right," he said, beginning to run the bath. "yer ever had a bath before?" the puppy girl peered out from behind him, slowly wagging her tail. she nodded with a sound of affirmation. "not much of a talker, are you?" he asked, turning around. the puppy girl cocked her head to the side, confused. toji knew hybrids had the ability to talk, they had all the parts and pieces to and it was a key part of their companionship appeal. maybe she didn't have the training to, or was still shy. he guessed it wouldn't hurt to see if she could say anything.

"my name's toji," he said, pointing to himself. "what's your name?" the puppy girl tugged at the hem of her shirt, staring at the tiles. "you don't have to say anything if you don't want to." another beat of silence. then, barely over the sound of the water he heard her squeak out "p-puppy," while pointing to herself. was it her name? or was she just telling him her species? he supposed he could figure that out later. "alright then, puppy, let's get you washed off, eh?" he turned off the tap and tested the water, a bit on the cooler side but wasn't sure if hybrids were more sensitive to the heat.

now for the difficult part. except for a few specialised features, in this case ears and a tail, hybrids were mostly the same as humans. it was why hybrids were also required to dress up appropriately if being walked in public. did hybirds feel the same way about nudity as humans? he'd prefer it if he could just tell her which bottles to use, but based on how she fell into the dumpster he wasn't sure if she'd be okay on her own. he turned around and almost fell backwards. puppy, anticipating the bath, had already discarded her socks and panties on the tiled floor, and was in the process of pulling her shirt off over her head.

toji immediately averted his eyes to the ground. "shit, okay just wait a second," he splutters, tearing his eyes away from the exposed dip of her waist and curve of her chest. her feet came into his field of view and she made a noise of confusion. he kept his eyes glued to the floor. "alright, i'll help you in, okay?" the quicker she was sitting in the bath, the better. she grabbed onto his hand - toji's now hyperaware of her soft skin - and he helps her step into the bath, lowering her into the water. "now turn around," he says, feeling the top of her head to make sure her ears are facing away from him. she lets out a small giggle once she's seated.

the rest of the bath is relatively uneventful for the most part. toji lathers up shampoo into the puppy girl's hair, careful to avoid her ears. she leans into his hands, pressing her bare back against the bathtub. she also watches toji as he teaches her how to use the loofah, tilting her head back with wide eyes. to her confusion he avoids looking down at her when she does this, unaware that the water doesn't do much to hide her chest.

toji's eyes are glued to his phone while she washes off, listening to the gentle splash of the water as she moves about. his phone buzzes and an email from his manager pops up. he's about to roll his eyes until he skims over the contents. "due to a gas leak in the building... no need to come into work tomorrow... paid leave until the issue is resolved." toji is silently elated. nothing beats the feeling of paid leave. distracted by the good news, he's caught off guard when a wet and warm body collides into his back, soaking his shirt and letting him know that puppy was done rinsing off.

to the puppy girl's delight, toji lets her dry herself off with his towel in the bathroom. he takes the opportunity to change out of his now wet clothes into some lounge wear, and digs out a shirt and some boxers for the puppy girl to wear in the mean time. i'll have to take her shopping tomorrow, he notes, at least so she has something to wear at home. dressing the puppy girl is relatively easy, her energy slowly wearing out. his shirt looks comedically large on her, but she does look cute and small sitting obediently by the edge of the bathtub, hair wrapped in a towel (toji isn't sure if a hair dryer would be too loud for her ears), and he makes sure to gather her old clothes into a trash bag to throw out in the morning.

it's after this ordeal toji's dinner is finally spinning in the microwave. the puppy girl sits at the kitchen counter, swinging her feet as he pours hot water into some cup noodles. he was pretty sure one high sodium meal wouldn't hurt a hybrid, "i'll getcha something better tomorrow, this'll have to do for now", he tells her and is met with a head titled in confusion. its almost 2am by the time the two take their first bite out of their meals. as the puppy girl scarfs down her meal, toji's glad they waited just an extra while longer so that he was sure she wouldn't burn herself. she seems happy though, despite the subpar nutrition, and he can see her tail thumping against the back of the seat. when they're done, he leaves their utensils in the sink and he shows her where to put her rubbish.

stomachs full, though his beers will have to wait for tomorrow, toji guides her to the bedroom. he watches the puppy girl tunnel under sheets, catching short, muffled whines as she settled down. normally, he wasn't exactly shy about having a woman in his bed, but the puppy girl seemed barely aware of any social norms he began to wonder if he should sleep on the couch. the puppy girl peeked out from under the blanket. "to-ji," she said, "s-sleep now." the words stumbled out of her mouth, unpracticed and layered with sleepiness. from her cocoon, she reached out one hand and gestured to the pillow. "yer sleepy puppy? want me to lie down too?" asked toji. she nodded. "alright, be good though, no kicking or hogging the blanket." he could tell she wasn't so sure by what he meant, but let out a happy whine as he got in bed beside her.

as toji drifted off to sleep to the sound of the puppy girl's even breaths, he vaguely realised the heat of her pressed against the side of his body was comforting after an exhausting day of work, and that maybe things wouldn't be so bad after all.

that's part 2 finished! i just wanted to say thanks so much for everyone's support with part 1, i hope you enjoyed part 2 <3 i think i will do one more part for the "main story", but will continue to post tidbits expanding on this in the future!

i haven't decided on what to name this puppy girl just yet, i know setting one might take away the reader immersion, so should i just leave it as y/n in the next part?

also toji might seem a little scared of women in this chapter but i promise he's just trying to figure out how owning a puppy girl works + i want to present a softer side to him, especially if he's just working as a simple salary man.

thanks for reading <3

CLASSMATE GOJO SERIES!

SYNOPSIS...read the short 4 part series about classmate!gojo and pervy fem!reader all right here

INFO...classmate!gojo x fem!reader, smut smut smut, trading nudes, masturbation, p in v, name calling, and other filth, only a 4 part series

OTHER...likes and reblogs are appreciated

part 1

part 2

part 3

part 4 (coming soon!)

Do you ever think about rich boy gojo in a college au :( because i do :(

tags: fem! reader, slight dry humping, fingering, unprotected sex, creampie, car sex

part 1.1 ; part 1.2 ; part 2

gojo satoru is the most agitating guy you know—and you tell yourself that you can’t stand him.

he’s got an obnoxiously fancy car he revs the engine of, he wears annoyingly expensive clothes to an eight am class that everyone else shows to in sweats, he shows up with the newest everything as soon as it’s out, and he really does think he can get whatever he wants, whenever he wants.

you think someone ought to tell him no just once in his life, that someone should put him in his place and teach him just how life works—not everyone has trust funds to fall back on, and not everyone cares for his little pout that always gets him anything he says.

but gojo satoru is painfully attractive, and he’s painfully attracted to you—and you can only push whenever he pulls so many times before your resolve weakens. he’s a cocky bastard, and he thinks everything in life is a breeze that he doesn’t have to work for, but he’s hard to resist—no matter how many times you tell yourself that you’ll resist.

it’s hot, and gojo’s breath on your neck is only added heat as his hands wander up your hips, squeezing them and pulling you closer on his lap. you gasp, and he smirks against your skin, reclining the leather seat of his car back so you both have more room.

“never happening,” he mocks your voice with a high pitch to his, sucking on your skin and surely leaving marks. you try your best to glare at him—and he feels his boxers tighten at your persistence. “looks to me like it’s happening, sweetheart,” he continues to try and get under your skin, and you grip his shoulders tightly, nails digging into his skin through his shirt.

“you asked for a date,” you bite back, “fucking in your car is not a date. this has no feelings attached,” you say firmly, and he pouts, bucking his hips up so that his erection rubs against your clothed clit, making you both shudder. he lets out a soft groan, and your breath hitches in your throat.

“trying to hurt my feelings, sweetheart?” he pouts deeper, but his eyes are amused, and it makes you hate him even more. there’s never any winning with gojo satoru, even when you think you’ve got him right where it hurts, there’s never any beating him.

and there’s something about him that lights you up—the way he’s so out of reach, the way he’s so out of your league. you’re in two different worlds, and no matter how much gojo tries to pull you into his, you’ll never belong. it’s easier this way, hating him and his privilege and his cockiness—it’s so much easier than fighting for a spot that was never yours in the first place.

and even when he prods his fingers into your entrance, curling his digits and rubbing his palm over your clit, even as he presses soft kisses to your collarbone and neck, trailing them up your jaw, even as you unravel on his fingers and clench around them as you cum, you tell yourself gojo satoru will never be yours—and you’ll certainly never give him the pleasure of calling you his.

“gojo—”

“satoru,” he corrects, and there’s a certain authority in his tone that leaves no room for arguments. it only makes you want to argue with him more, to push his buttons more and repeat his surname again just to get under his skin, but you can’t think straight anymore when he sinks you onto his swollen cock, pushing past your slick folds and making you feel so full. “say it—say satoru,” he demands.

you can’t help but cry out a whiny, “s-satoru!” when he snaps his hips up, slamming into your cunt and hitting the spot that makes you see stars with his tip.

gojo doesn’t understand why you don’t want him—he could give you everything you want with a snap of his fingers and swipe of his card, but more than that, he’s willing to give you parts him underneath too. parts of him that no one’s seen, that no one’s heard of, that no one’s even thought existed. gojo wants to give you everything he is.

you’re different. so different.

you put him in his place, you test his limits, and you make him feel alive. you don’t give him the importance everyone else does, and he craves being someone to you—because he knows it’ll be for all the right reasons.

the drag of his cock makes you delirious, and the way you clench around his length makes him gasp, moaning loudly into your neck as he buries his face into the crook of it. your hands wander to his sweaty locks, tugging at the roots and making him quietly whimper against your skin.

“f-fuck,” he grunts, “been dreaming about this for so long, been dreaming of your pussy for so long,” he rasps, and the angling of his pelvis along with you bouncing on his stiff cock makes his head spin. he wants more, more of you. he wants to see you sprawled beneath him on his king sized bed, tits bouncing as he slams into your dripping cunt over and over. he wants to collapse beside your body after you’re both spent, feeling the drag of your fingertip on his bare chest as you trace patterns while he pulls you into his arms.

he’s never dreamt about these things for anyone else—and he’s so frustratedly hooked on you. he needs more, needs everything, needs to have all of you in the palm of his hand.

and for the first time in his life, gojo satoru feels like he has nothing. he has nothing if he doesn’t have you.

“satoru,” you gasp, and against your better judgement, you lean in and pull him into a heated kiss, teeth and tongue and muffled moans mingling as your lips collide.

“i know,” he groans, and you feel the coil in your belly start to unravel at his voice alone, deep and husky and needy all at once. “i know, baby.”

and if it were any other time, you’d scoff and tell him off for calling you that pet name, but this time is makes you whine, thighs quivering as you near your high, and the twitch of his cock tells you he’s close to follow.

gojo throws his head back against the driver’s seat of his car, mouth agape as he moans loudly. there’s an ache between his legs—he’s so close, and you feel so good, squeezing around him so tight, he knows he can’t let this be the last time he fucks you. no one will ever take his cock like this, and no one will ever make him cum as hard as he knows he’s about to.

“c-close, toru,” you gasp, biting your lip as you fight your eyes to stay open and stare at him falling apart right before you. he’s so beautiful, sweaty skin glistening and swollen lips parted. he whines quietly, and slowly, you both inch your heads closer, foreheads meeting as your breaths fan across your faces with each strangled gasp.

“ngh—shit, ‘m c-cumming,” he grunts, and with a few more thrusts, he’s spilling his hot cum into you, painting your walls white as he chokes on a cry. “oh fuck,” he rasps, “fuck, baby.”

and when you reach your orgasm for the second time, you pull his lips into a heated kiss once more, muffled whines pouring into his lips that he drinks in greedily, arms wrapping around you tighter, pulling you closer, feeling you nearer.

you both pant as you finish, cum dripping down your thighs and leaving a mess, but you can’t find it in yourself to care as you slump onto his chest, cheek pressing against it and feeling his heart hammer as he rubs your back slowly while he catches his breath.

“this isn’t a date,” you remind him sternly after you’ve both recovered, “i don’t let people fuck me on the first date.” he chuckles quietly, pressing a soft kiss to your temple, pulling you impossibly closer.

gojo finally knows what it’s like to have you in his arms, and maybe it’s only temporary for now, but one taste has him determined to make sure it’s not temporary for long.

“that’s okay,” he says with a smirk, but if you’d looked into his eyes, you’d see a softness to them—fond and filled with affection. “but i still want you, and i always get what i want, sweetheart.”