AussieOIOIOI

a/n: so, because i haven’t been able to stop thinking about this guy, especially in this au (literally had multiple dreams about him this past week) i rewatched the longest ride for the yeehaw vibes and this fantasy popped into my head.

summary: “oh, yes you do,” you tilted your head, “you flirt with me all the time, I know you do, I’m not some sheltered little virgin, I know what it looks like when someone likes me!” you felt the truck roll to a stop as you spoke. 

warnings: farmhand!tyler owens x farmer’s daughter!reader, smut, farmer au, bull rider!tyler, takes place before the previous fic in this au, secret relationship, bull riding (except i'm a suropean who has no idea what she's talking about, so apologies for the errors), love confession, secret relationship, kissing, clothed sex, car sex, size kink, manhandling, dry humping, dirty talk, handjob, fingering, thighjob, pussyjob, just the tip, overstimulation, penetrative sex, unprotected sex, creampie, why do i keep writing for this dude in the middle of the night?

word count: 4238

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“Hey,” Tyler cast you a glance as you came bouncing towards where he still worked, tinkering with the tractor that had quit halfway down one of the farm’s golden fields. 

“Hello,” you blinked down at him. A rusty toolbox was planted in the wheat by his kneeling form as he fiddled away at the machinery.

“You need help with something?” he kept on twisting a bolt. 

“Oh, no,” a shy giggle bubbled out of you, “my mom just sent me down here to invite you to stay for dinner tonight. She made a pie for dessert and everything, or well, we did, I helped… it’s rhubarb, if that can help sway you.”

“Rhubarb, eh?” he puffed out a short chuckle. 

“Yeah…”

Briefly glancing back over his shoulder at you and the way your flowy dress caught on the wind, he uttered, “I’d love to, Y/n, but–, uhm… I can’t tonight.”

"came to say sorry." satoru stood outside your door, standing awkwardly.

“yeah, i can see that.” you frowned, crossing your arms over your chest, making your breasts push up. satoru bit back a groan at the sight, forcing himself to look back at your face. “don’t tell me you aren’t a fan of tulips.” you rolled your eyes. “go home satoru.”

“wanna be with you tho.”

“well, i dont!”

“cmon, don’t be like that just cuz im smarter baby..” he coo’ed, hand reaching out to tug at your heated cheek. you instinctively smacked it away, grabbing the door handle once again. “and i’m not your baby.”

“you can be though.” satoru’s grin made its way back to his stupid face.

“oh, fuck you.”

before you could close the door shut on his face without even accepting the flowers, he quickly prevented you from doing so. “what was that?” his voice was low, almost daring.

“.. what?”

“i asked what you said just now. go on, repeat it for me.” satoru’s usually bright blue eyes have now darkened into both irritation and lust. you hesitated, not wanting to say those two words again afraid of the outcome.

but with the way he was looking down at you, it seemed like he wasn’t gonna leave until you did so.

“fuck you..” you said quietly this time, almost embarrassed. satoru nodded, pursing his lips — taking in your words. “alright. get on the fucking bed then.”

┈

you would’ve never guessed that satoru was strong. sure, he’s way taller than you, but where the hell did those muscles come from? he pressed your body against the bed, sinking you down on the mattress as his hands tugged at your clothes.

you could barely breathe with the way your face was pushed onto the pillow, whining out his name so desperately. “didn’t.. didn’t mean it!..”

your pants were pulled off, his grip tightening on your hips to arch your body just right. “then you shouldn’t have said it, pretty.” your neck was exposed, making it easy for him to brush his lips, teeth sinking down just right.

his dick was hard behind you, poking at your clothed cunt. “you always wear shit like this? even to school?” he asked, fingers tugging at your panties before letting it smack back into place. you helped at the sharp pain, soon being shut up by his mouth on yours. his tongue explored every inch of it, licking at the roof of your mouth and teeth.

when he pulled away, you were much wetter than before. “did you?” satoru asked again, hands shamelessly ripped up your underwear right in the middle. your cunt glistened with arousal under the dim lit room. it pulsed, practically begging for him.

“yes.. ngh yes i do!”

satoru hummed in satisfaction with your answer, playing with your clit with his light touch. “yknow how much i’ve dreamt about this.. with you under me, begging for me. shut, you made it hard to focus in class when all i wanted to do was bend you over that fucking desk.”

with just the right amount of precision, he inserted in two fingers, curling them almost right away. “satoru!” you screamed, knees shaking.

“love how my name sounds coming out of your mouth.” satoru’s finger were long and thin, reaching serena’s his dick could as well. “and the way you yell at me.. fuck, it’s so sexy.”

your pussy was begging for more with the loud wet squelching sounds it made. he couldn’t help but laugh at that, loving knowing how much you needed him at the moment.

“satoru please.. stop teasing!”

“but i’m not, baby.” he gave you a faux frown. “i’m touching you just how you wanted, right?” you shook your head. “oh? you want more?”

“please, want your cock..” your face reddened in embarrassment, never imagining yourself begging for satoru like this. the boy you swore you hated, was the same guy you were begging to get fucked by.

with a sigh, he pulled his fingers out, bringing them up to his mouth to lick off the spilled juices. “alright then.” your body shivered at the loss of him in you, back still arched and cunt exposed right towards him. he spread your legs a little bit wider, taking his cock out with one hand.

he as well, was dripping. pre was gathered at the tip, leaking with every breath he took. slowly, he dragged it right at your entrance, wanting more begging from you. “toru! stop it!”

boxer!𝑦uji, who has permanent calluses across his knuckles and apologizes every time he wants to hold your hand. "Sorry—they're kinda rough."

boxer!𝑦uji, who looks for you first after every fight, whether he won or lost.

boxer!𝑦uji, who also lights up the second he spots you in the crowd.

boxer!𝑦uji, who constantly aches after practice causing him to instinctively crawls into your arms, mumbling about nothing.

boxer!𝑦uji, who texts you before every match:

"Going in. Wish me luck baby! 🙏❤️"

boxer!𝑦uji, who's not embarrassed to kiss you in front of the cameras, especially after a major win. Even deepening the kiss, you could feel him smiling against your lips.

boxer!𝑦uji, who always smells faintly of athletic tape, laundry detergent, and mint gum.

boxer!𝑦uji, who happily gives you is medals to wear after every win.

boxer!𝑦uji, who pulls you into the tightest hugs after winning, careful trying not to get blood or sweat on you, but also unable to let go for like a full minute.

boxer!𝑦uji, who falls asleep immediately with his head tucked between your neck because post-fight exhaustion hits him like a truck.

boxer!𝑦uji, who gets super clingy on rest days because he’s not used to not training, so he ends up just following you around the house like:

“What’re you doing now?” “Can I come too?”

boxer!𝑦uji, who gets quiet after bad matches and won’t talk much until you sit next to him and he slowly leans into you, seeking comfort.

boxer!𝑦uji, who is incredibly gentle with you despite how violent his sport looks from the outside.

first post how we feeling? 👀

Changbin is the type of guy to confuse you because you can't quite recall how your positions switched this drastically.

Changbin is the type of guy to allow you control the pace at first, sitting you on top of him, allowing you to plant kisses all over his skin as he takes in breathless gasps.

Changbin is the type of guy to let you mistake this for having the uppderhand. finding delight in the smirk that decorates your face as you cruelly tease him. your warm hand slowly jerks him off, stopping before he cums; letting him twitch painfully from the lack of contact — just to mock his sulking expression? how could you do this to your sweet and gentle boyfriend?

Changbin is the type of guy to flip you over effortlessly once he tires from your wicked antics. shutting you up with a rough kiss, his hands slides your clothes off without much care to the fabric possibly tearing under his urgency.

Changbin is the type of guy to lightly tap your clit the second you run that smart mouth of yours, choosing to instead slap the nub when you don't realise that he's telling you to quiet down.

Changbin is the type of guy to never scream or shout at you in anger, just mimicking the smile you gave him earlier with soothing kisses to your neck and shoulder. "be good," is all he says, fingers gathering the slit pooling at your lips. it drools past your thighs, embarrassed, his shift in behaviour got you soaked.

Changbin is the type of guy to spread your pussy for him to see, keeping your legs firmly open with an overwhelming grip. he relishes in how goosebumps ride on your skin, pressing the tip of his finger to your entrance. "ah, ah. patience baby," he'll tut as you get restless, hips lifting towards him. "look at your mess, haven't touched you properly yet. you like when i take over?"

Changbin is the type of guy to thrust two thick fingers in with the bitter words that flies out of your mouth. "you just love being bratty, don't you? my bratty girl, i love you so." he'll murmur against your ear, nibbling at the sensitive spot underneath. however, his actions speak far from love. setting a relentless pace from the start, his fingers don't give you the opportunity to adjust, immediately probing at your softest parts.

Changbin is the type of guy to neglect your clit at first. you've been mean to him, so why should he be good to someone like you? he'll leave marks across your flesh, wet tongue sucking warmly on your titties, switching sides every now and then to nip and pinch at the buds.

Changbin is the type of guy to sweetly coo at you as your frustrated tears start to spill. the sound of your sniffles hardly muffled despite your attempts at biting your lips. cradling your jaw with his palm, offering you affection which you quickly reject, meek hands slapping against his chest.

Changbin is the type of guy to shake his head in disappointment. though, you're so cute like this, he can't stay mad for long.

Changbin is the type of guy to grab both of your arms to pin above your head, ending your endless squirming with his strength. finally indulging in your spoiled tantrums, his thumb lays on your clit — applying enough pressure to coax a relieved exhale from you.

Changbin is the type of guy to pick his thrusts back up. pressing your parted lips against his just to feel you breathe and moan inside his mouth while he abuses you with pleasure. smiling into your lips as your thighs start to shake, threatening to close with every glide of his thumb across your clit.

Changbin is the type of guy to hit all your sensitive areas, releasing his grip from your wrists to press a heavy palm on your tummy, kicking a wave of euphoria straight to your guts and spinning head. the pressure more than enough to leave you a wet and trembling mess, spoiling the sheets underneath you with your overflowing orgasm. barely catching your breath before he pecks the corner of your mouth, a comforting touch holding you at the hips. "give me one more."

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other member ver: bangchan lee know changbin hyunjin han felix seungmin i.n

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ა ˙˖ in which → you have car sex with your biggest op, satoru gojo

frat!jo 𝓍 fem!reader

Everyone knows you hate fraternities, especially Theta Phi and it's president, Satoru Gojo

It was a given. The sky is blue, grass is green and according to you, fraternities are the root of all evil.

Which is why when you started fucking Gojo, it was under the condition that this was strictly between the two of you and you'd ruin his life if he told anyone about this.. arrangement. 

Here's what not even your closest friends know about you: you had a very high libido and none of the men you were interested in had been capable of keeping up. you tried sleeping with athletes but even they didn't have the stamina to go for more than two rounds and while your vibrators always helped you, you had grown sexually frustrated and needed more.

You started snapping over the tiniest things, losing sleep and even daydreaming during lectures about getting fucked.

This.. arrangement started when you had been assigned to work on a project with Gojo, the arrogant white haired manchild you hated since the first day of uni. Now you were stuck with him for two months, working on a project he cared little about since he was too busy trying to charm his way into not just your pants, but your heart.

As if!

"Fuck, just like that, princesss. Come on, I know you can go faster." Gojo chuckles and grabs onto your hips, spreading his legs wider as he starts bouncing you on his cock so hard that the car is rocking back and forth, windows fogging up as he lifts his hips to pound into you. 

You should be working on this project that was due in a few weeks, but instead you let Gojo drag you to the backseat of his car with the promise that this would be quick, something to clear your minds so you could focus on your work without any distractions. 

Yet here you were four rounds later with cum dripping down your thighs from his previous loads that started to seep from the condom, body shaking as you neared your fourth orgasm.

"Screw you asshole, how about you get on top you lazy bast- oh!" Gojo lifts you off his cock and flips you onto your knees, awkwardly moving within the limited space until he’s behind you and lining his cock up with your entrance. 

"You're so fucking mean to me, I love it." Gojo leans over your body to suck on your neck, one hand holding onto your hip while the other grips the back of the seat as he pushes into you.

"You d-deserve it." You push back against him as he pushes forward, meeting him halfway until he's balls deep inside of you, your cunt hungrily squeezing him for more, eyes rolling back when he starts to slowly move his hips.

You hadn't meant for this to go on for as long as it has. You had been frustrated after a shift at work, then you walked in on your roommate getting her back blown out, and when you went to meet Gojo for a quick study session at the library, it was closed and he smirked and told you his place was around the corner.

You reluctantly got into his car, arms folded across your chest as you stared out the window the entire way there, ignoring his flirtatious comments. It had frustrated you to no end, so who could really blame you when you started drooling after he offered to help you with your little issue?

It was supposed to be a one time thing, a quick solution to your "problem" until you could find someone more permanent, someone you didn't despise. 

Only Gojo had matched your freak perfectly, going six rounds your first time and only taking a break once. You didn't want it to be him, did everything to convince yourself that he was actually terrible in bed but your vibrators had turned stale after that night, your mind constantly drifting to how hard Gojo made you cum on his dick and on his tongue.

He was just too good. 

You arch your back so he can hit deeper, hands tightly gripping the leather head rest to steady yourself, skirt yanked above your waist, bra and shirt long discarded on the car floor. 

You cry out when he hits a spot inside of you that has you seeing stars, head spinning from how deep he was fucking you. 

Gojo groans and leans forward, grabbing your chin to turn your head toward his, pink lips slamming against yours. The kiss is careless, his tongue fighting yours, you angrily biting his lip because you hate yourself for letting him fuck you when you swore up and down you’d never get involved with a fratboy. 

Gojo didn’t care, savoring the taste of his blood mixing with the spit you both traded.

When he pulls away, your brows furrow from the way he's staring at you, white hair falling into his face, lips slightly busted from your bite, a foreign feeling twirling in your belly. This was just sex, you wanted nothing more from him so why was he staring at you like he wanted to tell you something that would ruin your current agreement? 

"Look at you.” He whispers too softly. “Letting me fuck you like a slut in my car. Anyone could walk by, you know? See how good I fuck you, how well you take me. You want that?"

When you try to turn your head, he tightens his grip on your jaw and smirks, slamming into you as he thrusts grow sloppy. The sound of your wet pussy squelching filling the car has him dizzy with need.

"You don't have to answer, your moans are telling me enough." He kisses you one more time before letting you go and pulling back. 

You don't have a chance to dwell on what he was implying before he was gripping your hips and pounding into you at a pace that had you crying out as the coil in your belly tightens, your puffy walls gripping around Gojo's cock.

"M'gonna cum again!" You whined as his tip hit your cervix perfectly, fat tears escaping your eyes while your mouth dropped open in a silent cry. 

You try to fuck him back, really you do but your legs are noodles at this point and the only thing keeping you up was Gojo's steady hands on your hips, euphoria coursing through your body and making your head dizzy with need. 

“Come on, princess. Give me another one, yeah? You can do it, such a good girl f’me.” 

You hate him so much, hate that he knows exactly what to say to push you over the edge, that he was way too in-tune with your body as if he had been created to please you.

Gojo pulls you up against his chest and you let your head fall on his shoulder. He wraps one arm around your waist and squeezes you flush against him, his other hand moving around your body until he’s rubbing circles on your clit and you’re lazily bucking back against him.

“Feels so good Toru, haah, don’t stop!” 

The car reeked of sex, windows blurred from the breathy moans falling from yours and Gojo’s mouths as you both rock into each other. Anyone walking by would know what was happening inside. You thanked god it was late and the parking lot had been empty. 

“Really? Thought you hated me, pretty girl. Who knew- fuck, who knew you had such loose morals?” He laughs in your ear, hand pushing on your back to arch it even further while he split you on his cock. 

“F-fuck you, oh im close!” 

Gojo laughs and places a kiss on the side of your head that lingers longer than it should before pushing you back down to get a better angle and his next slam sends you over the edge, your orgasm tearing through your soul as you squirt all over his seats and cry out his name.

This was better than porn.

Gojo doesn’t laugh this time, doesn’t make any snide comments because he can barely breathe with the way your cunt is pulsing around his cock, your juices dripping down his thighs and he thinks he’s going crazy because he’s never had pussy this good. 

The fact that you hated him made this even better for some reason, motivated him to fuck you until you finally admitted that this was more than just casual sex. That he wasn’t delusional in thinking this could be something deeper. 

He squeezes your hips tighter, pushing as deep as he can as he pumps his third load into the condom, eyes rolling back and a strangled groan escaping his lips as thick hot cum drips from the latex and into your warm pussy. 

Gojo can feel it slipping it off, can feel your heat and gummy walls on his half free cock and it has him feral as he picks up his pace and fucks another load into you, his balls tightening and pulsing because you had never felt this good. 

“Shit, princess. You’re so fucking wet, so good, s-so perfect.” He drops against your back, still holding you up as his hips stutter and slow, pushing the last of his orgasm out while you both catch your breath. 

He stays there for a moment, his face tucked into the crook of your neck, thumbs rubbing circles on your hips as you both come down from your high. You can feel his cum leaking from you and down your thighs and you hate how it awakens something primal inside of you. And when the thought to push it back in had formed, you blamed it on your disheveled state. 

In any other instance you would have pushed him off you already, huffing that it was only sex and would never happen again even though you both knew that was a lie. 

Something about Gojo had you coming back for seconds and thirds. Every fuck session was somehow better than the last, making you forget that this was supposed to be a one time thing, something to hold you over until you found a more suitable partner. 

Only you were starting to realize Gojo might be the best you ever had. It made you hate him more.

You gasp when he slowly pulls out, pussy overstimulated and swollen from the multiple rounds you went in the span of an hour. Both of you sitting on the cushion, one of your arms draped across the seat, Gojo’s throw over his eyes. 

You sneak a look at him, heart thumping at how attractive he looked. His hair was all over the place, cheeks red from exhaustion, and his pants and boxers were still halfway down, cock still free and housing a half on condom. Your skin tingles at the sight of his abdomen and white pubes wet with your release. 

He looked as fucked out as you felt.

Not one for awkward silence, you lift your hips to pull your panties back up and your skirt down, stretching your body to reach into the front seat for your shirt, ass in the air and you almost have it, your finger literally grazes the blue fabric before Gojo grabs you and pulls you down. 

“Gojo! Oh my god, let go you freak.” You’re fuming, trying your best to wiggle out his grip but he just tightens his arms around your stomach, pulling you against him and lowering his head onto your back, littering it in soft kisses that burn through your skin. 

"Go on a date with me. Please?"

This again. You told him multiple times before that this was simply sex, two college students helping each other out and nothing more. No feelings outside of helping the other get off. His stubbornness would only hurt him in the end.

"God no, I don't date frat boys."

"What if I left?"

You freeze against him, a lump forming in your chest. "Aren't you the president? You can't just leave."

What a cruel joke. Not that you wanted him anyways but even if you did, Gojo would never leave his fraternity. Certainly not for you. You two weren’t lovers, weren’t friends and we’re barely acquaintances given the fact that he was your number one op.

You remembered the time in sophomore year when he publicly called you an uptight bitch because you told him his party sucked. You lived different lives, it could never work. He would never change and you would never see him as more than a quick fuck and your unfortunate  project buddy that you’d go back to ignoring once this was over.  

"I can do whatever I want sweetheart, did you forget my last name?" He lifts his head and kisses your shoulder this time, goosebumps forming on your arms. Of course, he always tried to fix everything with money and status, which is another reason why you hated him. 

You sit there quietly, lost in your thoughts. 

You couldn’t seriously be with someone like Gojo, right? He was brash, had an ego out of this world and was a bratty nepo baby that flirted with anyone with a hole. 

"So?" he asks, hopeful. HIs fingers gently dig into your belly to keep you from moving away, one hand coming up to grip your chin and turn your head back to him. 

"So?" You repeat, eyebrows scrunched in confusion as you lose yourself in his eyes.

For all of his.. lack of good qualities, he never failed in the facial department. Perhaps that was another reason you disliked him, because no matter how many insults you can throw his way, ugly wasn’t one of them.

Satoru Gojo was sculpted by the Gods themselves, which was unfortunate, because no one with a face like that should have a personality so catastrophically irritating. You can’t help but to let your eyes. traitorous things that they were, linger.

He notices because of course he does, and the smile that spreads across his face lacks any of his usual arrogance and for a second you imagined what life as his girlfriend could be like. 

The thought came uninvited, images of him giving you sleepy morning kisses nad taking you on dates vivid enough to make your stomach twist. 

Absolutely not.

Satoru Gojo was many things: powerful, insufferable, unbearably handsome, but he was not boyfriend material.

"Will you go on a date with me if I leave the frat?" 

"No."

You answer too fast and Gojo is once again left heartbroken as you pull away to finish dressing yourself, refusing to spare him another look. He could understand why you hated him, but if you would just give him a chance to prove he could be different, he knew he wouldn’t disappoint you. 

He would just have to keep trying, keep working for your favor because he would make you his if it was the last thing he did. He was competitive to his core and that wouldn’t waver just because he had finally met his match. 

On the contrary, it only motivated him more. He saw the way you looked at him, how you were starting to let him touch you longer than you would have when this first started.

He was slowly breaking your walls down and it was only a matter of time before he made you his.

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Chan is the type of guy to come home late from the studio just to find you waiting for him, asleep, on the couch.

Chan is the type to feel the most guilty about it. but what heightens the emotion is how he finds himself entranced by the sight of you peacefully sleeping. dozed off, your chest heaves up and down at an easy pace.

Chan is the type of guy to climb on top of you, one hand resting at your hip and the other against the couch's backrest; pressing kisses to your forehead then your cheek while muttering soft words like, "baby wake up. you didn't have to wait for me, let's go to bed."

Chan is the type to try and hide his hard-on as he brings your drowsy figure to your shared bedroom, not wanting to bother you too much. however, you notice rather quickly, the pink dusting his ears catching the dim lighting.

Chan is the type of guy to try to seem shocked as you gently push him onto the bed, but that was the only thing on his mind while he nuzzled his face onto your neck to breathe you in affectionately (no interior motives, he swears).

Chan is the type to take a deep, ragged, breath the second you tug off his pants. cool air meets his aching cock, precum glistening at the tip.

Chan is the type to twitch as you wrap your hand around him, thumb soothing the vein on his side. he shudders, lips parting into a gasp that curls into a praise as you slowly jerk him off.

Chan is the type to throw his head back the moment your wet warm mouth envelopes him. engulfing him to the brim, the sleepiness in your eyes while you choke on his cock has him moaning pathetically.

Chan is the type to get close too soon, the feels of you around him too much to bear. finally getting to unwind after a long day. his legs quiver, tense and shaky around your head. you press two palms on his thighs, calming his tremor.

Chan is the type to curl a hand into your hair, more grounding than controlling. he'll do it because he doesn't know where to keep his hands, and you're so so pretty that he has to push your hair from the view.

Chan is the type of guy that one eye contact is enough to undo him. a broken groan (whimper) flying out of his mouth, shivering as his high crashes down. warm cum spurts inside your mouth, swallowing every last bit of it, just to pull of him and show him your clean tongue.

Chan is the type of guy to chuckle about your dirty behavior, as if he wasn't a flustered mess about it. trying to play it cool by grabbing you up and kissing your saliva coated lips. tasting himself on you, his cock throbs again. really he can't help it when you're this good to him...

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Felix is the type of guy to beg you to put on a horror movie despite his well-known poor tolerance for them. He'll be convincing, smooth voice promising that he won't back out midway, pecking off the skeptical frown that creases your face.

Felix is the type of guy who uses his cowardice as the perfect excuse to slip under the covers while you're distracted. heart beating faster, you barely notice his disappearance until a warm palm slides down your legs, soothing the arising goosebumps.

Felix who'd ignore the confused questions that leaves your mouth, answering them through his actions by pressing a kiss to the expanse of your thigh.

Felix is the type to hush you, telling you to focus back onto the movie. but it's just impossible when he's rucking your shirt up your stomach, planting slow kisses to your tummy and below your belly-button. nibbling onto the meat of your thighs. the movie fades into white noises.

Felix who kisses you over your panties. a tease before licking a strip of the damp fabric, groaning at the faint taste that hits him. soon growing sick of his own antics, pushing the fabric aside to his meal.

Felix who wastes no time in enveloping his puffy lips around your clit, sucking lightly before laying his tongue flat against your folds. licking a fat stripe off your arousal.

Felix whose confidence spikes with how you grip the covers above him, arm sliding underneath the sheets to take a hold of his hair. the fact that you can't see him turns him on the most.

He'll feel you getting closer, bridging over as he eases you through it with slow, loving, movements of his mouth against you. well, that's how he views it. for truth, he's spreading your folds apart, tongue diving and making out with your cunt. low groans vibrating through your clit as he sucks on it. taking in your shakiness, he'll let you cum all over his face, happily slurping the fluids that leaks out of you.

Felix is the type to heave back up jolly. cute smile adorning his expression while his mouth glistens under the dim lighting of the movie. Pecking your lips while assuring you that you did good. however, he brings your wrist to his bulge, palming the fabric of his pants. relationships are give and take, right? he's scared too, please take care of him.

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"Cmon baby...that mouth of yours was reaaal chatty early" he mocked your embarassingly loud, lewd noises while his hands only gripped tighter on your hips, slamming his cock deep inside your puffy folds.

Your hands gripped the pillow beneath your head, saliva and tears dripping down from your face from being so fucked out as you continued to babble nonsense. "I-I told you already...we're—ahh-we're done! I'm f-fucking done with you...!" You gritted your words through your teeth with all the remaining energy you had, you could feel his pace quickening as if he was being fueled by your anger.

"Mhm...keep tellin' yourself that..." he muttered mindlessly before feeling that familiar, tight knot in his stomach. "...y-you close?.." his words came out as a grunt almost, probably too focused on fucking himself back into you to even speak.

You didn't reply, maybe out of shame, maybe 'cus he's your guilty pleasure. You still couldn't deny the satisfying feeling knotting in your stomach, the one you've felt only when having sex with him. Before you could even get another word out, you felt his cold hand reach from behind and rub your clit, the feeling of ecstasy immediately hitting you as your eyes rolled back, mouth hanging open with all those nasty sounds coming out.

"F-fuck 'kuna, I'm gonna cum–!" Your finger nails scraped the sheets beneath you like it's the only thing you had left. "Thaaats it..cmon sweet girl.." you could practically hear the cocky smile in his voice while he picked up the pace.

The loud combination of your sweet whimpers and his sexy groans echoed through the room as you both came. He continued slamming his cum back into your pussy with zero shame, the sound of wet plaps of skin invaded your fuzzy mind.

your big boyfriend always leaves you sore between your legs 𐦍

fluff/ light smut

you thought you’d be used to having a big boyfriend by now — six foot three, body sculpted by the gods, dick big and heavy (and he knew it).

the morning after he’d fucked you stupid, you’re used to having a little tenderness between your legs. it was normal to you. expected.

that’s not to say it wasn’t close to agonising sometimes.

"y’okay, sweets?" satoru asks as you wake, cuddling up to you as soon as he catches a glimpse of discomfort on your face.

he presses a kiss to your shoulder, watching you clutch your lower stomach. "mhm, just sore," you reply.

you were a little more than sore, but he didn’t need to know that.

satoru nuzzles his face into the crook of your neck, then rolls you over so you’re flat on the bed. "my poor baby. lemme see."

there wasn’t an ounce of mock-sympathy in his voice — just pure love and affection.

you let him pull your shorts down, placing them beside you. he kisses your knee before parting your legs, gaze focused on your pussy. it’s like you could still feel him down there, the soreness and weight of him still lingering.

satoru hums as he parts your folds, pussy still slightly puffy and red, most of the pain on the inside near your cervix. "m’sorry, princess," he says, leaning in to press a chaste kiss to your clit.

"mm, i have such a big, mean boyfriend" you respond with a faint smile.

satoru giggles, then slides your shorts back onto you, gathering you in his strong arms to give you all his love and attention. "soooo mean," he says, kissing you all over your face with exaggerated ‘mwah’ sounds.

after cuddling you for a little while, he grabs you your heating pad, placing it on your lower stomach before drawing you a hot bath. and of course, he orders you copious amounts of food and unnecessary gifts.

"you don’t have to do all this, toru. i’m okay," you say, watching him saunter back over to you with that infamous casual confidence, gathering you in his arms and walking you over to the bathroom.

"shhh," he hushes, sitting you on the ledge of the bath and helping you undress, "always gonna take care of my princess."

he pauses for a second, allowing a moment of silence before breaking it again. "suchhhhh a shame i have such a massive di-"

you cut him off with a glare as he climbs behind you into the bath, shortly after setting you down in it.

you love your big, cocky boyfriend.

more like this

getting ready for a beach day turns into something a little more complicated after you ask gojo for one small favor.

a/n: i've been in such a writing slump lately, so i'm sorry i've been a little inactive 😭 i've been trying to ease myself back into writing instead of forcing it, and this little gojo blurb somehow made it out of the drafts. i hope you guys enjoy it!

he's sprawled across the hotel bed, one arm over his eyes, dramatically sighing while you finish getting ready.

"you almost done?" he calls, dragging out every syllable.

you crack the bathroom door open.

"satoru?"

"hm?"

"um... can you help me?"

he pushes himself up, fully expecting a question about sunscreen or sunglasses—until he steps around the corner and sees you.

his thoughts stop.

you're standing with your back to him, one hand holding the front of your bikini in place while the strings hang loose.

"can you tie it?" you ask, gesturing over your shoulder. "i can't reach."

for once, satoru gojo is completely silent

"... cat got your tongue?" you tease.

he huffs out a laugh, rubbing the back of his neck.

"you wait until now to test my self-control?"

you grin. " i just need a knot."

"yeah," he mutters, stepping closer, "that's the problem."

his fingers brush your back as he gathers the strings

warm.

steady.

and absolutely betraying how fast his heart is beating.

"you always this nervous?" you ask lightly.

"i'm not nervous." it comes out softer than he meant.

you glance over your shoulder, clearly unconvinced.

he focuses on the knot instead.

loop. pull. cross. anything to keep his eyes down.

"there," he says.

the bow is neat.

secure.

his hands linger for a moment before he lets them fall.

"you can look now," you laugh.

"i was looking."

"oh, i noticed."

"... didn't say i was sorry."

when you finally turn around, his eyes meet yours.

long enough for his grin to falter.

long enough for him to realize he is in wayy more trouble than he thought.

he clears his throat, slipping his sunglasses onto the bridge of his nose.

"...let's go to the beach."

you tilt your head.

"what happened to all that confidence?"

he opens the door, holding it for you with that familiar crooked smile.

"i left it in the bathroom."

you laugh, slipping your hand into his as you walk past him.

Sukuna despises anything sweet; he doesn't understand how anyone could even tolerate such an abominable flavor. It's disgusting, and even in an era in which he is getting himself familiarized with — that blasted thing still exists. 

Yet, something about the way you unwrap that thing and pop it in your mouth with a loud clack against your teeth does something so sinful to him. So fucking bad. 

You notice his stare pointedly at you, and you raise a brow. "What? Wanna taste?" 

He yanks you roughly by your ankles, dragging you close until he can force your legs to encircle his waist. Then, he leans forward, lips minutely teasing yours before he plunges in. His tongue asks for no entrance; he pries you open as he always does, and scoops that wretched piece of sweet from you. 

Your moan rumbles against his mouth, and he deepens himself further. 

Your hands travel to his clothes, ripping them apart as he does the same. Bodies clash against one another, each fighting for dominance. But like his domain expansion against everybody else's, Sukuna remains victorious. 

"Open." He demands. 

You comply, and he returns the candy to your mouth as he thrusts inside you. 

"Fuck, that's it, baby." He whispers to your ear. 

When he captures your lips again, you push the candy into his mouth. He takes it with ease, but not before he lets his tongue scour you as if it's a world he has yet to discover once more. 

"So fucking good," you say against the kiss. 

He places both of your legs on top of his shoulders and folds you. The new position causes you to moan lewdly, calling his name like some reverent being. You can feel him buried much deeper, and when you tilt your head and look at how he's fucking you, you notice him bulging through your stomach.

His thrusts turn unforgiving. You expect that no less from the King of Curses. His hands have fondled both your breasts and clit ceaselessly, twisting, pulling, and flicking them. Your releases come over and over, never stopping because it's not enough. He's not sated just yet. Perhaps until you start crawling from just how fucking spent you are from him will he finally determine he's satisfied. But even then . . . you doubt that. 

The way he moves his cock, ramming in and out of you, matches the rhythm of the way he pushes and takes the candy back and forth from your mouth and his. 

"If this is your way of making me like sweets," he chuckles darkly before he bites your lip enough to draw blood, "consider it accomplished."

gojo was a man of many talents, whether it be being his martial arts, or adopting children, or playing video games, gojo was almost the best at it. it was a natural talent that he had, a golden touch even, just seconds with him could brighten up your day.

gojo was the sun to your moon, the stars to your sky, the wind to your hot day, the day to your z if you will. where ever you went, gojo did. where ever gojo went, you went.

for a man that was amazing at everything, he was horrendous at letting go. at being independent when it came to you.

for a man that was so confident in everything, he preferred to lay back and relax when it came to sex, usually letting you use him rather than him doing the work. why? because he was already too good at making you feel good, and it was nice to watch you fall apart on his cock on your own accord.

your hips are burning from straddling gojo's lap, sharp acrylic nails that he had paid for only a few days ago digging into his broad shoulders as you attempt to slide down his entire length. your cunt stretches wide, a pained gasp coming from your kiss swollen lips.

"slow down puppy, my cocks not going anywhere," gojo's lips pull upwards into a cocky smirk as his hands move from your hips to your breasts, thumbs running over your nipples. "take your time baby, make yourself feel good on daddy's cock,"

you roll your eyes, "t-told you to stop calling yourself that it's disgusting," you dig your nails deeper into his shoulders to try and gain control over the situation, to show even an ounce of dominance that could put your boyfriend in his place.

"naww, but i am your daddy aren't i pup?" gojo thrusts up to make your ass flush against his thighs, forcing you to take his entire length in one go. "you obey me, sit pretty for me, do what i say. i'd say that makes me your daddy, maybe even your master?"

you moan, head falling forwards to land on his broad shoulder, hands dropping down to his stomach to scratch at his abs. cow girl always made you feel your boyfriend so deep it felt like he was in your throat rather than your pussy.

"s-shut up," you sink your teeth into his neck in annoyance and a high pitched moan comes from your boyfriend. you slowly rock your hips against him, clit brushing against his lower abdomen. "s-so big,"

"i know sweetheart," gojo grabs a fistful on your hair, yanking your head back so you were forced to look at him, "biting isn't nice though is it baby? do we need to get you a muzzle puppy? is that what you need?" he grabs your jaw with his forefinger and thumb, squishing your cheeks together so you couldn't bite him again.

you furrow your eyebrows in annoyance, digging your nails into his abs deeper, so deep you could almost feel his skin tearing. "do you need your claws cut too pup?" gojo wraps his free arm around your waist, holding you in place as he sets up an almost deadly pace with how fast he starts to fuck up into you.

your eyes roll into the back of your head, drool coating your lips as your boyfriend removes every single thought from your head using his cock. your stomach bulges slightly when he fully bottoms out, an evil grin tugging on his lips.

On Friday nights, people either go out partying or stay home and chill, doing what they enjoy. That’s something you liked to do, but that all changed when you ended up in a relationship.

You and Gojo have been on a movie marathon since 5PM, and it’s well past midnight now. Let’s just say the Netflix ‘Are you still watching?’ question has been on your TV screen for the past three hours.

Currently, you were getting fucked so hard, bent before the vast glass window overlooking a city alive with lights. Although your attention wasn’t on anything outside, it was on your boyfriend's girthy dick plunging in and out of your gummy walls.

It was Gojo’s idea to fuck you in front of the window. His words were: “I want everyone to see my pretty girl and how she takes this dick.”, and without a second thought, you agreed.

Your back was against his chest, both hands on the now foggy window. Meanwhile, Gojo couldn’t get enough of you—his hands roaming all over your body. Gripping your waist, while the other moved up toward your tits, giving them a harsh squeeze, which had you whimpering in return.

“Taking this dick so well, you’re so fucking perfect. God, I love you.” He rambled on completely out of his mind. His praises made you look up at him, your head resting on his shoulder.

His eyes were half-lidded, staring directly into your soul. The kind of look that always had your stomach tingling and the wetness between your thighs growing more.

“Please, please. Don’t stop,” you whined, pushing your hips back into him. The tip of his dick kissing your cervix.

Gojo’s eyes rolled back into his skull, his plump lips parted—panting so hard, it sounded as if he just ran a 20-mile marathon. “Ngh- baby, if you do that, I might actually cum inside you.”

You turn your attention back to the city, and then an idea of something completely new to you pops inside your fucked out brain. “Cum inside me, in front of the—Fuck just like that—city.”

After being together for nearly a year, he still hasn’t been able to cum inside you. You both just didn’t want to risk having a kid, but how hot he was looking and the feeling of his thrusts against you had you not caring about anything.

He quickly snapped his eyes open; his hips fluttered for half a second as an eyebrow raised. “You… are you sure?”

“Please.” You nodded immediately, licking your lips. “I need it.”

With that, his dick twitched inside you. One of his hands moved to the back of your spine, bending you down into a biggg arch. Your legs wobbled beneath your weight; the left side of your face squished against the cold windowpane.

He bit his lip at the sight of you, both hands now gripping your waist as his pace began to fuck you harder and faster. You cried out, nails digging into the window. Probably leaving scratches- not like you both cared anyway.

“Yeah? You want my cum inside you?” His gaze dropped down, watching his cock slide in and out of you, then glancing back up. “My needy girl wants my cum dripping from her pussy, huh?”

“Mhm!” You couldn’t mutter a single word. You were starting to feel so overstimulated with how full you felt, plus you both have been fucking like rabbits—without taking a single break.

He leaned over, his chest against your back. He sank his teeth into your neck, leaving yet another mark on your delicate skin. His eyes didn't look away from your face.

You turned your head as far as you could, your lips puckering in a silent invitation for him to kiss you. He met your lips right away; it was a sweet kiss you both shared over the years.

He bit your lip hard enough to draw the slightest amount of blood. You moaned against his lip, your lips parting. He slid his tongue inside your mouth instantly; the feeling made your head dizzy.

It’s surprising to this day how good he can kiss. Even though you were his first girlfriend, his first kiss. First everything in general, but honestly you loved every bit of it.

And as time went on, the kiss became deeper. Tongues fighting for dominance, with each of you refusing to give in. Gojo’s hand traveled up to your neck, his large palm settling against your skin before his fingers squeezed firmly.

He pulled away from the kiss, just enough to speak. Both of your breaths were mixing together as you looked into each other’s eyes.

His eyebrows furrowed up, and you could tell he was trying his hardest not to roll his eyes back into his skull again. You also know he was so close to cumming.

“You gonna cum, baby?” Your voice was in that sweet tone that had him whimpering in response. You lifted your hand from the cool window, moving your arm behind you until your fingers disappeared into his messy white hair.

His thrust grew sloppier with each move, his thighs hitting the back of your ass. Gojo moved his hand down your body, feeling you up before landing between your thighs. His middle finger rubbed against your clit, fast.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck, yes I’m gonna cum.” He grunted, throwing his head back, eyes closing tightly, mouth gapped open. The grip on your waist tightened enough for his knuckles to turn white.

His throat bobbing, hips meeting your ass as his cum spilled all over your walls. Painting your insides white. The new sensation of being filled to the brim made your own release wash over you. Your legs became weak as tears began to form in the corner of your eyes.

“Fuck!” You cried out, slamming your hand back onto the window. The contact made a big bang, which, surprisingly, none of you noticed.

Your mind was absolutely scrambled, lost in the orgasm he just gave you. Probably the best one you've experienced together, and if it wasn’t for his arms holding you up, you would’ve fallen to the ground.

He held you close to his chest, panting into your ear. Overcoming his own release. Then he slowly pulled out of your pussy, watching as his dick fell out. “holy shit.”

You turned your head to face him. “Hm?”

He leaned down, cracking a hand over your plush cheek. You whine out at the contact, but he doesn’t take any of notice of it, his attention stuck on him spreading your ass cheeks apart and watching as his cum drip out of you, “This is the hottest shit I’ve ever seen.”

“Stop! You’re gonna get it on the carpet.” You complained, slapping his shoulder. He shook his head, chuckling—not long before running his finger between your slit, gathering up every drop of the white liquid that slipped out of you.

He stood up to his full height, moving his finger to your lips. “Open.”

You locked eyes with him, slowly opening your mouth and sticking out your tongue. With that, he stuck his finger into your mouth. Immediately, you sucked on it, whining at the taste.

His dick got hard right away. He pulled his fingers out, leaning down, meeting your lips in another harsh kiss. The taste of both of you lingering on his tongue drew a low groan from him against your lips before he slowly pulled away.

”Just letting y'know, i'm cumming inside you all the time now.”

sorry if this is ass, i have no clue what i’m doing 😣.

Simon.

He had come home mere minutes ago from deployment, and still smelled like gun powder. Much to your chagrin, you couldn’t deny the fact that you very much loved your husband’s scent.

His gloved hand floats above your head for a moment before removing the gloves entirely. Only then did you feel his warm hand caress your cheek. “Such a pretty bird, hm?” He murmurs to himself, letting his finger brush away hair strands from your face.

He stays there for a minute, watching your closed eyes flutter every now and then, before changing clothes. Changing into something safe.

When your eyes opened, the sun was peaking through the blinds. All you could feel was warmth from the body next to you, warmth you haven’t felt in weeks. You roll over, as much as you could in his tight grasp, and met his eyes.

“You’re back,” You said groggily, burrowing your face against the crook of his neck. “I thought you were supposed to come home next week. When’d you get in?”

“Few hours ago, love,” He pressed a kiss against the side of your head. “Price let me off easy.” Another kiss. And another. God, you missed it when he was this clingy.

“Good. I would’ve had a word with him if he didn’t.” You mumbled threateningly. Of course, he knew you had meant it. You took his job very seriously.

He made a small acknowledging sound in return. “Sure you would’ve, lovie,” His hand trailed up and down your spine in useless patterns. “Would’ve expected nothing less from my Sleeping Beauty.”

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"did you like them?" satoru asked his voice going up a little at the question, you could hear it even through the phone.

earlier that day you received your favourite flowers, right in front of your apartment door with a little card at the top showing your familiar boyfriends S.G in dramatic expressive letters like himself.

"they're pretty.. did you have to get 4 bouquets though? that's a waste of flowers." you mumbled into the phone running your finger over the flower before picking one up to smell it.

"if you think that theyre pretty then that's no waste, if you look at it that way all flowers are, i mean someone will buy them sweets. what’s the difference between me getting them for you or them going to 3 other houses huh?”

you nodded — he said it in a way you couldnt exactly protest as usual he was right after all making a point on it being a waste of money really wouldn’t make a point to your boyfriend so you let it be — walking around with your phone still pressed between your ear and shoulder when you pick up another flowers angling it differently in the vase.

"is this your way of making up to me for cancelling the past 3 dates we planned?" you smiled softly knowing he couldnt see your face. "maybe, or maybe i just love my girlfriend and want to show her im still worthy of being her boyfriend after indeed making the terrible mistake of saving the world and accidentally forgetting, it's my greatest-"

you rolled your eyes. "yeah yeah, i love yoAHHHHH" was all he heard before the phone hit the floor and the signal was broken.

a million thoughts went through his head but not a single one could properly be formed or finished before his feet were in your living room. blue eyes frantically looking around at what the danger could possible be.

the first thing he noticed however was you on the couch screaming. not at him teleporting- at something else...

"SATORU- get it- GET IT GET IT RIGHT NOW I WILL NOT SLEEP IN THIS FUCKING HOUSE GET THAT SPIDER." you pointed at the floor hysterical at the eight legged animal that now crawled over your floor. it was crawling towards the kitchen when satoru rolled his eyes a deep sigh leaving his chest, more so relieved at the fact you were okay but really? "NO!" you stopped him before he could lift his foot. "GRAB IT."

"i'll kill it." he picked his foot up and before anymore protest could be heard he had killed the animal.

you jumped off the couch smacking his arm which didn't really work because satoru still had his infinity on so being the gentleman he was he put it down and you repeated the action a frown on your face when you looked down.

"you literally brought the imposter in, least you can do is get rid of him, killing spiders brings bad luck. don't you know that satoru?"

"bad luck for little buddy over there maybe..." he looked down at the crumbled squished up animal somewhere you felt remorse for it. "you're an asshole yk, i told you to grab it i can't believe you'd do that."

"can't believe you made me teleport for a spider.."

"I CANT BELIEVE YOU CAN SHOW UP FOR A SPIDER AND NOT ME!" yeah he hadn’t heard the end of those missed dates ..

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satoru had always been greedy with you.

but not in the loud, demanding sort of way. in the quiet moments. the ones hidden beneath tangled sheets and sleepy mornings, when it felt like you were the only ones in the world.

he gathered you against him before you could drift too far away, an arm draped lazily over your waist as if it belonged there. his thumb traced absent circles through the fabric of your shirt, never still for long. every few moments another kiss found you. your shoulder. your jaw. the corner of your mouth. your forehead. no exact destination in mind, only the simple need to feel you beneath his lips.

and he never really seemed to get tired of it. 

your warmth. your skin. the familiar weight of you tucked against his chest. it was as if every touch answered a question no one else could hear.

his nose brushed against your ear. another kiss on your warm cheek. then another, softer than the last.

you smiled before you even realized you were doing it.

because somehow after all this time, satoru still loved you like he was afraid love had an expiration date. like if he didn’t pour every ounce of his love into you now, he’d never get another chance.

so he held you a little closer. kissed you one more time. and then another. until he was satisfied enough.

note : this is part three! view part one here.

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