What's cooking good looking?

How about the big, bad Toji running away from his girlfriend's pussy? Because seriously, how was he meant to survive with the way you were so eagerly swallowing his cock?

With each resounding thwack of your hips, Toji's nails only sank deeper into the bedsheets, which were already soiled with the evidence of your previous rounds of lovemaking fucking. The pools of moisture — a nasty, potent mix of his sticky cum and your slick — had already cooled down uncomfortably under the man's sturdy ass, but the sensation had been long forgotten — sheer pleasure at the forefront of his poor, fucked out mind.

"Easy— eaaasy, girl," he groaned, head thrown back in the throes of ecstasy. Too much ecstacy. "Gonna give my cock friction burn at this rate."

You butted in, shaking your head. With the way your frantic rhythm refused to slow down, Toji could forsee a long night for himself, which was his own fault. "N-not happening. You said I could take what I— fuck, wanted tonight."

Leaning back on your hands, legs spread obscenely wide, you continued to buck your hips back down, which gave Toji a full view of your pussy. The poor thing had been fucked raw, outer lips slick and puffy — yet showed no signs of relenting yet as you chased orgasm after mind-numbing orgasm.

"I take it back—"

"—no, you don't."

And you were right, for the way Toji's angular hips slammed upwards into yours told you everything you needed to know.

Until he started squirming. Then, shuffling backwards on the ruffled sheets, the pace of your riding getting thrown off balance. His head shook from side to side, and the engulfing warmth of your pussy had Toji at a loss for words. For once.

Should he run? Or should he plant his feet on the bed so he could continue to fuck up into you, chasing that impending high he knew would render him pussydrunk?

The latter was rather embarrassing, considering the fact he had spent many a night making fun of you for the exact same thing.

"Look at you, running from it."

"All bark and no bite. How embarrassing."

These were all your boyfriend's words on any other occasion, but when Toji opened his bleary eyes, he could see your lips moving despite the white noise roaring in his ears. You were mimicking him, a fucked-out grin on your face.

"Earth to Toji," you sang, face screwing in satisfaction when you sank down, allowing his chubbed-up cock to hit your deepest parts. "Awh, don't tell me you're done already. Where's all that stamina gone?"

"Up your—"

Thwack!

You raised your hips, back bowing into a nasty arch before you sank down without an ounce of hesitation in your movements. Toji was firing blanks now, spasming once the first dry orgasm of the night hit.

How cute it was — almost — to see him running away, even now. This was the loudest you had ever heard the man, who was currently choking on a plethora of guttural curses. A large palm settled on your waist, uncertain as it tried to figure out whether to push you off or tug you in closer.

"Shame your cock can't give me any more," you murmured, flicking a nail over his taut nipple. A look of affection crossed over your face when Toji hissed, shying away from your touch before dragging your hand back to his chest. "Think I've milked you day today."

"Yeah, I'll say. Taking advantage of an old man like me," he scowled, face taking on a light shade of red. He was sweaty and warm, with meaty thighs trembling under yours. His orgasm had done a number on him, but if anyone could take it? It'd be Toji.

"And yet this old man liked it."

With a swat to your rounded ass, you yelped and rubbed the reddening flesh, lower lip jutted out. You knew who really called the shots around here — if the way Toji was already gearing up for another round didn't say enough already.

Sawrry for the double post, my fyp has been filled with my malewife and I had to try writing for him.

"Am I not good enough to sleep with yet, Firelord Zuko?"

"Tch. I told you not to call me that," your husband murmured, pinching the bridge of his nose.

The wrinkled edges of his scar deepened as he refused to make eye contact with a very exposed you laying on your side. "I'm your husband, not some... some stranger you lay with every night."

"You certainly act like that way. You can't even make look at me in the eye without scowling," you retorted, rolling your eyes and shuffling into a seating position. The silk sheets under your bare knees had twisted as you moved, the man now listening to you tug your robe over yourself.

All whilst keeping his eyes off of you, of course.

Zuko moved around your bedroom, busy doing nothing as a heat bloomed across his cheeks hotter than any fire he could shoot out of his fingers.

He was the Firelord, for God's sake. Why couldn't he face his clearly receptive wife who wished not nothing more than getting intimate with him?

Your voice calling out again interrupted his conflicted thoughts. "I get it what this is about. You don't love me," you sniffled dramatically, turning your back to your husband so that the grin on your face was concealed from sight.

In an instant, he whipped around — eye twitching. "Don't— God. don't start. You know that's not true."

When you didn't reply, he shuffled over, scratching the back of his head with a curse. His long hair had been freed a while back, framing the angular contours of his face under the flickering candlelight. Were you really upset?

You turned around once his hot palm met your revealed shoulder, where the robe had slipped off of you somewhat. There, he saw the way your lips were pressed into a tight, thin line.

Ignoring the fullness of your chest to the best of his fading ability, the way it sloped downwards until your nipples poked out from between your robe, he opened his mouth to apologise.

Until your eyes flickered with mirth.

Zuko pushed back, face deadpan. "What is wrong with you— mmph!"

Your husbands complaints were cut short the moment you tugged him by the arm, obscuring his vision the second he face-planted into your breasts.

Not that he minded, of course — but it was rather difficult for Zuko to do anything when all he had was a mouthful of soft flesh he could barely breathe around.

You stroked his head, carded your fingers through his long hair somewhat lovingly yet scolding all the same. "I didn't know I married a prude. You can fight plenty on the battlefield, so why not in bed?"

"That's not the same," he argued, the flush on his face deepening further when he pulled away. His eyes searched your face, taking in each and every detail he had come to love so dearly.

Indeed, you were beautiful — and it was that exact reason he couldn't face doing anything with you.

It was as if he became overwhelmed with a sudden sense of inadequacy. It was a feeling he struggled to articulate into words, the old habit of resorting to impulsive means threatening to bubble up yet again.

But Zuko swallowed it down, shook his head, and cradled one side of your face. "It's not you. It's me," he began, "am I really worthy of—"

You shut the thought down immediately, silencing him with your lips on yours. The peck was brief, yet carried over each and every thought you has for him.

"None of that. When has it ever been like you to talk like this?" You challenged, playfully cocking your head to the side. You dragged his hands down to your breasts, eliciting a faint twitch deep in his undergarments. "That's not the Firelord I married."

Phwump!

"...you're right," Zuko swallowed, regaining a semblance of his confidence back after gently pushing you onto your back. Just about, though — because he was still having difficulty finding it within himself to look into your eyes even whilst looming over you. Once he did, though, he was a goner.

Your husband scanned your entire form, cursing himself for what a fool he had been, missing out on countless nights on getting to know you, your body. "A fool indeed," you echoed, smiling once Zuko realised he had spoken allowed.

"Stop making fun of me," he rumbled, lowering his head to nip at your throat. "I'm not here to be turned into the butt of your jokes."

"You know I'll— mmh, do it regardless," you cooed breathily. Not once did Zuko pull back, even when you angled your head to the side to give you easier access.

“come on, just a little faster,” he mutters at first, trying to sound casual like he’s still in control. instead of listening to him, you keep your strokes slow, all cause you want to keep teasing him.

he huffs a laugh. “wow.... you’re really doing this to me?”

you shrug and keep going, building him up nice and steady until his breathing gets ragged and his hips start lifting off the bed. right when his thighs tense and he opens his mouth to moan, you stop completely and just hold him there.

“fuck,” he breathes, eyes narrowing. “that was mean.”

“yeah?” you ask, smiling as you wait for him to calm down a bit, “am i really toru baby?”

“yes. you are fucking mean baby...”

by the third round he’s not laughing anymore. his hands are gripping the sheets hard, white hair sticking to his damp forehead, and every time you pull your hand away he lets out this frustrated groan that you just love so much.

“baby i swear i’m gonna lose it,” he says, voice getting higher. you lean down and take him in your mouth for a few slow bobs, tongue pressing against the underside, then pop off right as he starts thrusting up.

his head drops back. “you’re killing me here.”

“just wanna make my baby feel good.”

you do it again and again. five, six times— bringing him right to the brink with your hand and mouth, then stopping cold. his cock is flushed dark and leaking nonstop, twitching in the air every time you let go.

when you pull away the seventh time, something in him snaps. his eyes are wet, and the first tear slides down the side of his face before he can blink it away.

“satoru are you—”

“please,” he says, and it comes out all soft and wrecked. “i can’t keep doing this. it’s too much. just let me cum, i’ll be so good after, i promise.”

you look at him as his cheeks flushed, tears gathering faster.

“you’re crying, toru.”

he nods, not bothering to deny it anymore. another tear rolls down as he swallows hard. “yeah, look at what you’re doing to me. baby can you just— i’ll do anything please....just please.”

you finally take pity and wrap your hand around him again, stroking firm and quick. his whole body reacts instantly, back arching, mouth falling open.

“ohhh fuuuc- yes, like that..don’t stop this time, i’m begging you—”

“go on then,” you tell him. “cum.”

he lets go hard. a loud, broken sound rips out of him as he spills over your fingers and across his stomach. it lasts longer than usual, his body shaking through it while more tears slip free.

when he finally slumps back against the pillows, you wipe your hand on the edge of the sheet and crawl up next to him.

satoru turns his head, “you’re evil, pure evil.”

“you survived,” you say, poking his cheek.

“barely, give me like fifteen minutes and we’re doing that to you. fair’s fair.”

you roll your eyes but lean in to kiss the salty tear tracks anyway.

"whatever ya say toru..."

Your room glows with the light streaming out of the screen of a propped open laptop, but Gojo's eyes glow brighter. You know those eyes, how they look at you when they want something, how they glance up from under thick, white lashes in a manner that's so innocent it makes it hard to say no.

But that's not the only reason you didn't turn him down when he showed up at your door at midnight, flushed and panting, begging to eat your pussy.

Now he's sitting on the swivel chair of your desk, and you're cross legged on the bed, 'hearing him out'. Because, no matter how many times he rushed to your help with an assignment or a difficult concept that needed going over multiple times, his request is ridiculous at best.

── .✦ choso always cries during sex

choso always cries.

not sobbing, not wailing. just quiet tears that slip from the corners of his eyes and track down his temples into his hair. you noticed it the first time, when he was trembling beneath you, his big hands hovering at your hips like he was afraid to touch.

“are you okay?” you’d whispered, stilling.

his eyes, dark and liquid, had blinked up at you. “y-yeah,” he’d choked out, voice thick. “you’re just… so pretty.”

you’d laughed softly, leaning down to kiss the tear away. “you're silly.”

but it kept happening. every time. when you’re on top, riding him slow, watching his face contort with pleasure, the tears come. when he’s behind you, forehead pressed between your shoulder blades, his breath hitching with each thrust, you can feel the dampness on your skin afterward.

tonight, you have him pinned to the mattress, one hand tangled in his dark hair, the other guiding his cock into your mouth. he’s already leaking, pre-cum bitter-salt on your tongue, his hips making tiny, aborted thrusts into the air.

“f-fuck,” he whimpers, his voice cracking. “your mouth—s'good—”

you hum around him, taking him deeper, and his back arches off the bed. a broken sound tears from his throat, and when you glance up, the tears are already there, glistening in the low light.

you pull off with a wet pop. “why're you crying, baby?”

he blinks, more tears spilling over. “i-i don't know,” he mumbles, cheeks flushing. “i just— i love you so much.”

you crawl up his body, settling to straddle his hips. his hands immediately find your waist, thumbs stroking the soft skin there. you lean down, capturing his lips in a slow, deep kiss. he tastes like the salt of his tears.

when you sink down onto him, taking him in one smooth, slow slide, he gasps against your mouth, his eyes squeezing shut. fresh tears escape through his lashes.

“open your eyes,” you murmur, rolling your hips. “look at me, cho.”

he obeys, his gaze hazy with pleasure and unshed tears. you move above him, setting a rhythm that has him panting, his fingers digging into your flesh. you watch his face—the parted lips, the fluttering eyelids, the way his brow furrows just before pleasure crests.

“you’re so beautiful,” he breathes, the words ragged. “i can’t—hah—i can’t believe you’re real. that y-you want me.”

a tear rolls down into his ear. you catch it with your thumb.

“of course i want you,” you whisper, leaning close so your lips brush his. “i love you, cho.”

that does it. his composure shatters. a sob rips from his chest as his orgasm hits, his hips stuttering up into you, his release flooding hot inside you. you ride him through it, milking every last pulse, until he’s boneless and spent beneath you, tears still silently falling.

but you’re not done. the feel of him pulsing inside you, the sight of him utterly wrecked and weeping, sends your own need spiraling tight and urgent. you don’t stop moving. your pace shifts from the deep, rolling rhythm to something sharper, more frantic, chasing your own peak against the sensitive friction of him still buried deep within you.

his eyes fly open, wide and dazed. “a-again? i’m s-sensitive—” he gasps, but his hands tighten on your hips, not pushing you away, but holding on as his oversensitive nerves scream.

“shh,” you soothe, leaning forward to brace your hands on his chest, your hair creating a curtain around both your faces. “just let me. keep those pretty eyes on me.”

and he does. through a fresh sheen of tears, he watches you fall apart above him. your breaths turn to sharp pants, your movements becoming less controlled, more desperate. his softened cock is still inside you, a delicious, full pressure that rubs exactly where you need it with every frantic grind of your hips.

“so perfect,” he chokes out, his voice wrecked and reverent. his thumbs stroke circles on your hip bones, an anchor amidst the storm you’re riding. “c-c’mon, baby. come for me— please—”

his permission, his worship, is the final key. your climax crashes over you, a blinding, convulsing wave that makes you cry out, back arching. you clench around him rhythmically, milking another weak, shuddering pulse of release from his oversensitive body, which pulls a broken whine from his lips.

you collapse forward, your sweat-slicked chest pressing against his, your forehead resting in the crook of his neck. both of you are breathing in ragged, syncopated gasps. his arms come up to wrap around you, holding you close, his hands tracing shaky patterns on your back.

after a long moment, you shift just enough to look at his face. tear tracks gleam on his flushed skin, his eyelashes are spiky and wet, but his lips are curved in the softest, most satiated smile.

“they're happy tears,” he murmurs, his voice a hoarse whisper. he turns his head, nuzzling into your hair, pressing a kiss to your temple. “you make me happy.”

pervert roommie!choso who waits until your shower steam is thick enough to hide the sound of his palm slapping against his cock. door cracked just enough. he’s got your worn sleep shirt balled up over his nose, inhaling the spot right under your armpit where your scent clings strongest, groaning low when the cotton drags over his leaking tip

pervert roommie!choso who “accidentally” forgets to lock the bathroom after he jerks off so you walk in on the mess he left. pearlescent ropes still dripping down the shower tile, his boxers kicked into the corner like evidence. he stands there towel low on his hips, pretending to be surprised, voice cracking when he mumbles “shit… didn’t hear you come in”

pervert roommie!choso who steals your dirty panties from the hamper and stuffs them in his pocket before you do laundry. later that night he’s thrusting into his fist with the lace crushed against his tongue, tasting the damp cotton where you were wet earlier that day. he cums so hard his thighs shake and he has to bite his own arm to keep quiet

pervert roommie!choso who starts leaving the living room tv on porn channels at 3 a.m. knowing you’ll stumble out sleepy and confused in nothing but that tiny tank top. he’s sprawled on the couch, sweats tented obscenely, eyes half-lidded when you freeze in the doorway. “couldn’t sleep,” he rasps, hand already palming himself through the fabric, “wanna watch with me?”

pervert roommie!choso who corners you in the kitchen at midnight while you’re reaching for a glass. presses his whole front to your back, fat cock already rock-hard against your ass. he doesn’t even pretend it’s an accident anymore. instead just grinds slow and heavy while his mouth finds your ear. “been smellin’ you all day… fuck, you’re soaked through these shorts, aren’t ya?”

pervert roommie!choso who finally snaps after weeks of teasing. pins both your wrists above your head with one massive hand, other yanking your panties to the side. he’s shaking, pupils blown, throat dry. “m’ sorry— m’ so fucking sorry b-but i can’t— need inside— been dreaming a-about this pussy every night—” then he’s bullying his way in with one desperate thrust, choking on a sob the second your walls flutter around him.

pervert roommie!choso who turns into a babbling mess the moment he bottoms out. hips stuttering, forehead pressed to your shoulder, whimpering against your neck. “s’ too tight— fuck— gonna cum already— d-don’t move— please don’t move or m’ gonna lose it—” but he’s already fucking you stupid, sloppy and frantic, drooling down your collarbone while he chants your name like a prayer.

pervert roommie!choso who keeps going even after he fills you up once. pulls out just to watch his cum leak out, then pushes back in with a broken moan. “look— look how much i gave you… still not enough— need to breed it deeper— fuck— m’ gonna keep going til you’re dripping for days”

nerdjo nasty and morally wrong headcanons   (๑ > ᴗ < ๑)

nerdjo constantly jerks himself off in your bed and leaves his cum in it. 

nerdjo hacked your icloud and downloaded your nudes and sent them to himself. 

nerdjo uses his intelligence to manipulate you. 

nerdjo jerks off over your face while you sleep. 

nerdjo is in love with the taste of your pussy and loves eating you out. 

nerdjo does your assignments if you play with your pussy in his bed while he does it. 

nerdjo loves when you spit in his mouth while you ride him. 

nerdjo is into petplay and likes to think of you as a cute little bunny. 

nerdjo likes playing with your tits whenever you’re on his lap, fondling them and sucking your nipples. 

nerdjo who knows your schedule front to back and which class you skip. 

nerdjo who’s really good at fucking you and making you beg. 

nerdjo who takes pictures under your skirts and dresses knowing you aren’t wearing panties. 

nerdjo who jerks himself off with your panties in his mouth. 

nerdjo who spread rumors about you being a cock-sucking whore because he was jealous you fucked his twin brother. 

nerdjo who chokes you during sex to hear you gasp his name, getting off on the fact he’s in control of your fate. 

nerdjo puts his glasses on you while he’s balls deep inside your pretty soaked pussy. 

nerdjo who doesn’t bother pulling out, wanting you to get pregnant. 

nerdjo doesn’t know how to sext but loves you sending dirty texts. 

nerdjo who likes putting you in a mating press so you can’t move. 

nerdjo does cum tributes to your instagram pictures and anonymously sends them to you. 

unfortunately that also meant he had missed his wife’s nightly yap session in which you talked his ear off about everything but also nothing — mundanity that nanami insisted was a necessary part of his day.

so instead what welcomed him that day after a late shower was his adorable, sleepy love of his life, five blinks away from slumber as you patted the empty spot beside you, rushing the blond to lie down.

nanami heart swelled two times bigger, the exhaustment that had seeped deep within his bones slowly melted away as he embraced you, filling his entire body with warmth that he knew only you could provide.

“hi there,” he greeted softly, kissing the side of your temple. you hummed a response, the steady beat of his heart lulled you deeper into a dazed state, barely hanging on to your conciousness. “how was your day?” he whispered, couldn’t help but wanting to be in your presence a minute longer. the man had an entirely wrong idea if he thought the comforting low rumble of his voice helped you be awake at all.

“‘s good,” you mumbled through his shirt, the scent of his freshly laundered shirt made you sniff deeper, giddy in having him so close. then you felt his hand rubbed your side, his thumb rubbed a spot just under the curve of your chest.

unexpectedly, nanami started to sprinkle little kisses across your shoulder blade. you let out a low chuckle as his breath ghosted the side of your neck. “stay up a little more for me? missed your voice,” he breathed, resting his head there.

you tried to open your eyes once and stared at him, as he flashed the sweetest smile. “there’s my pretty wife.”

“your flirting won’t get me any less sleepy, silly man.”

“worth a try, don’t you think?” he relented easily, fully under the impression that he will never force you to sacrifice your rest for his selfish deed.

you did not even realize that your eyelids had closed themselves, nanami’s voice sounded like as though you were underwater. and the last thing you registered as he felt like audibly further was a kiss to your nose.

nanami narrowed his eyes affectionately, chuckling to himself as he held his entire world. “sleep tight, love. but you still owe me a talk about how your day went, okay?” he said, to no one particulary as you’re already off to the dreamland.

His hands holding your hips but he’s too lost to actually lift you, his head thrown back, his eyes rolling, his chest sweaty…

The oh-so-scary lieutenant finally dropping the facade; he looks much better like this, needy and shaking under you, muttering something you can’t quite understand, so you lean forward to hear him softly going:

“fuck me, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me”

He sniffs it curiously, recognizing the smell of your slick coating it. “What is it?”

You turn it on, the monotonous buzzing filling the air as you use your free hand to undo his pants. “Just wait, baby.”

You stroke his cock, getting him hard before pressing the vibrator against his tip, making him yelp in surprise before he melts against you.

It becomes his favorite thing ever, and you catch him stealing your vibrator to play with it while your gone. He knots his own fist, drooling onto your pillow as his cum spills onto your vibrator.