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you storm down the hall and push his door open, cheeks heating at the sight. izuku’s spread out on his bed, your black panties wrapped around his cock as he pumps it quickly, another pair in his other hand pressed right up to his nose. you square your shoulders and walk over to his bed, snatching the pair he has pressed to his face.

“i haven’t seen these in weeks.” you hiss, fingers digging into the pink fabric.

“fuck baby.” he looks up at you with heavy eyes. “those are like my favorite pair.”

“i don’t care.” his hips buck at your tone. “you’re pathetic.”

“fuck.” he groans. “lemme have the ones you’re wearing right now.” his abs flex. “c’mon.”

“no.” your body heats at the thought.

“why don’t you sit em on my face?” a glob of pre leaks out. “i’ll eat you real good through em.” he reaches out, smirking when you let his hand grab onto your thigh.

“you’re gross.” your eyes slide down to his leaky tip and the way it’s coating your favorite panties.

“oh fuck.” his stomach flexes. “or.. lemme fuck your panties. yeahh. lay under me and i’ll fuck em real good.”

“izu.” your voice cracks.

“tell me which one you want.” he lets go of his dick, letting it bob on his stomach.

“i.. mm.” you squeeze your thighs together.

“i don’t complain when you take my stuff.” he tugs on the hem of the shirt of his you’re wearing. “c’mere.” he tugs you onto his bed and crawls over you. “i’m doing both.”

he dips between your thighs, curls tickling against your skin as he licks up the center of your panties, groaning and humping against the bed. he sucks your cotton covered clit into his mouth, flicking it with his tongue as you buck up into his face.

“fuck!” your hand flies to his hair.

“fuuuck.” he groans into you. “why’ve you been hiding this from me.” he groans, flattening his tongue and licking up your center.

“izuku.” you tug his face closer.

he’s moaning into you, savoring the taste of you and your panties on his tongue finally. his tongue swirls around your clit, humming when yo upstart to grind against his face. he keeps licking at the aching bud until your thighs are shaking around his head before he finally licks down to your pussy.

“fuuuuck baby.” he takes a long lick. “y’so wet.”

“please.” you arch your back.

he chuckles and prods his tongue into you through your panties, slowly fucking you as you gasp softly. he presses closer, his nose bumping against your clit, smiling when he feels you flutter around him. his tongue licks along the side of your panties on your slick skin and dips under them only to pull back out the next second.

“to the side!” you whine.

izuku peels your panties to the side, eyes roaming over your slick folds before he takes a long lick. he groans, slurping up your slick and sucking your clit into his mouth. his tongue flicks wildly against you and he’s relentless, not letting up until you cum on his mouth.

he pulls back, lifting up on his knees and stroking himself while he fixes your panties again. he stares down at the drenched cotton, beads of pre leaking down his shaft. he leans forward and slides his tip up the cotton and his eyes roll back.

“fuck.” he groans. “‘m taking these when we’re done.” he tugs on your panties.

“zuku im not gonna have any left if you keep taking them.” you whine, arching your back when his tips slides against your clit.

“i’ll give you a couple pairs back.” he pants, humping against you. “but these are mine now.”

each drag of his tip up the cotton sends your tummy twisting in pleasure, you tug up the shirt you’re wearing, showing him your perking nipples and he groans. he pants at you to play with them, fucking your panties faster when your hands slide up to your tits.

“lemme..” he leans over you.

his arms dig into the mattress next to your head and he hips down to suck your nipple into his mouth. his tongue licks along the swirls around it, flicking against hit before he takes the small bud between his teeth. your hips are rocking up to meet his thrusts, hands grabbing onto his shoulders and digging your nails in.

“fuck.” he groans into your hot skin.

“gonna cum again? huh?” he lifts up, searching your eyes.

“yes! izuku i- hah! it’s so- nghh!” your legs shake on either side of his waist.

your orgasm pulses through you as you cling onto him and it only takes him a couple more thursts so cost your panties with his cum. he’s panting above you, arms shaking as he presses his forehead to yours.

“i’m taking these.” he chuckles.

he crawls down your body, taking the hem of your panties between his teeth and tugging them off. you whine at him but all he does is get up and walk over to his dresser.

“hmm..” he rummages through the drawer. “here you can have these back.” he tosses you a green lacy pair.

“i want those pink ones back.” you pout.

“not done with em.” he gives you a lazy grin.

a long time ago, in a galaxy far, far away,

Your jedi master Anakin's got his head between your thighs.

It took some begging—from his side, not yours, and quite a few days of him warming you up to the idea before you finally allowed him down there. 

But the sensation is unlike anything you’ve ever felt before. 

You’ve had your own hand, and, well, his hand—but there’s nothing quite like his hot, wet mouth sliding over your soaked underwear. 

It’s too much, seeing your master face first in your pussy, and your arm moves almost involuntarily to cover your eyes. 

“Aht-aht,” he tuts, and you can hear the smile on his voice as he grabs each of your wrists to hold them to the bed by your hips. “You need to see what I’m doing.”

“Why,” you groan, embarrassment flooding your body at the way his voice hits a deeper register it never does outside of the bedroom. 

“So you can tell that little boyfriend of yours how to do it right.” 

“He’s not my—!” you start to object, losing the end of your sentence into nothing as he penetrates you with his tongue. You try to wriggle away, but his grip on you is steadfast, pinning you in place with your legs thrown over his shoulders. 

The look in his eyes is all too familiar from your lessons as his Padawan: Quit, and you’ll never get to the good part.

But it’s like he’s tongue kissing your pussy, and you still don’t know how to feel about it. 

You wish he was up here, nose to nose with you like usual, your knees pressed to your chest as he breathes into your mouth. It’s a small loss, easily forgotten, when he brings his hands back into play. 

“Look at you,” Anakin croons, a smile on his lips like it’s all some joke you’ll never learn the punchline to. “So wet for me.” 

And you’re still not quite sure if he’s talking to you, or to the part of your body he’s been giving all his attention to for the better half of an hour. You’re sure you’ve soaked the sheets below you at this point, not just because of the mixture of fluids he’s created between your thighs, but because of the sweat gathering at your lower back. Every time your legs begin to shake and you start babbling nonsense, Anakin pulls away, pulls you farther away from your orgasm. It’s a full body workout at this point. 

“Please, Master,” you whine, asking for it like he’s not going to give it to you. 

“So impatient,” Anakin replies, his eyes flashing as he raises his head, spitting back onto your folds. 

“You’re teasing me,” you pout, yet Anakin’s indifferent—he’s done nothing but tease you for the past two years. He’d think by now that you’d be used to it. 

“If you didn’t clearly like it so much, I’d stop.” 

You open your mouth to argue, but Anakin’s not going to let you have the last word. Not now, not ever. His middle and ring fingers push into your entrance at the same time he tongues your clit, and the stretch, the overstimulation—it’s all too much. 

Your back bows off of the bed as you come, your muscles spasming as pleasure positively fries your system, your hands now clenching at his, needing something, anything to hold onto. 

He’s silent, watching you fall apart under him, and it’s not until later, that you’re half asleep with your head on his thigh that he mutters: 

when your husband is supposed to be the calm, rational one, you don’t expect to find him standing at the foot of the bed with his cock in his hand, whining into the dark like he’s about to fall apart.

but that’s where satoru ends up. tank top pushed halfway up his ribs, belt hanging useless from one loop, pants around his knees. his fist works up and down the fat length of his cock in rough, punishing strokes, spit and precum smeared down to his balls. he’s staring at you the whole time—at the soft curve of your hip under the sheet, the flutter of your lashes against your cheek. pregnant. glowing. carrying his baby.

and he’s rutting into his hand like some desperate virgin.

the panties he stole from the laundry basket are bunched in his other hand, pressed to his face. he inhales like he’s drowning, shuddering so hard the flimsy fabric trembles against his nose. your warm, musky scent has him sobbing out a noise that doesn’t sound human.

“fuck, baby—” it rips out of him, pitched way too high. “smell so good... oh fuck, i can’t—can’t stop.”

his cock is obscene. flushed dark, fat veins raised under the skin, the head so slick it shines even in the faint glow of the bedside lamp. precum drips in heavy strings down his balls, thick enough to coat his knuckles. every stroke drags more slick out of him, messy, frothing and too loud. schlick, schlick, schlick.

he sucks at the fabric like it could feed him, panting between licks, nose buried deep so he could breathe you in while his tongue works. “god, i'd eat you out for days if i just—mnghm!—if i just had the chance.”

his hips snap forward into his own fist, cock smacking his stomach with each thrust. precum splatters onto his tank top, dripping onto the hardwoods in obscene drops.

disgusting. a husband rutting into his fist because he’s too scared to touch his pregnant wife.

but satoru can’t stop. he’s babbling now, words spilling fast and needy. “want it so bad—fuck, want to fuck you on my knees, i’d worship you, i’d never stop—”

he chokes on a sob as his balls tighten up, cock jerking violently in his grip. the sound he makes is actually humiliating— a high, euphoric whine. his thighs shake.

then, he breaks.

cum spurts out in heavy ropes, hot and endless, painting his stomach, his abs, his fist, the floor. lewd, thick jets that won’t stop, spilling like his body is trying to empty years of frustration at once. it drips down the backs of his fingers, strings across his knuckles, sprays his shirt. he gasps, still pumping through it, cock twitching uncontrollably, as if even his own body doesn’t know when enough is fucking enough.

“ah—mnhg—fuck, t-too much, i can’t...” his voice cracks, strangled, but his fist won’t let go. more cum leaks out, drooling down his cock, streaking his thighs. his knees buckle and he braces one hand on the nightstand, forehead dropping against the wood with a hollow thud.

when it’s finally over, when the spurts slow to tiny dribbles, he’s still shaking so hard he can barely breathe. his cock still twitches against his stomach, still half-hard like it doesn’t know how to stop.

and you’re still asleep. lashes fluttering, lips parted, beautiful and soft while he stands there wrecked.

synopsis: in which trouble misses chris while he’s in atlanta and as things are about to peak, chris says something that has trouble’s blood running cold.

pairing: best friend!chris & “ trouble “ aka best friend!reader

warnings: swearing, phone sex, mutual masturbation, dirty talk, angst, chris using “i love you” like a band aid and trouble is avoidant.

credits to @mattsstarlet for precious! and credits to @sturnsbunny for bun aka herself!

“shit trouble, been lookin’ forward to this all fuckin’ day.” chris pants, his voice airy and strained as his desperately fists his cock, a mix of his precum and spit acting as lube creating a slick sound that fills the silence alongside your pitiful whimpers.

you’ve got your laptop set up between your spread legs, your back against your pillows and your head lolling back against your headboard as your fingers are buried to the hilt in your soaking cunt, the ministrations squelching as your pace borders on pathetic and needy, chris’ name spilling from your lips in high-pitched whines and whimpers.

the room is thick with the smell of sex and sweat. gojo is sprawled beneath you on the ruined sheets, his usual infinity long gone, silver hair sticking to his damp forehead. his chest rises and falls rapidly, pale skin flushed pink all the way down to the sharp v of his hips. you’ve already made him cum once, but you never stopped riding him. now he’s overstimulated, cock still rock-hard and throbbing inside your soaked pussy, every drag of your walls making him twitch and curse.

“fuck—baby, slow down,” he groans, voice hoarse and broken. his fingers dig bruises into your hips as you grind down on him again, taking every inch until his tip kisses your cervix. “i’m too sensitive—shit— you’re gonna kill me.”

you’re not listening. not really. your own orgasm is already building again, hot and vicious, your clit grinding against his pelvis with every roll of your hips. you’re dripping down his cock, creamy white streaks of both your releases coating his shaft and dripping onto his balls. the wet, filthy sounds echo with every bounce.

“you feel so fucking good, satoru…” you whimper, bracing your hands on his abs and lifting yourself until only his flushed tip is inside you, then slamming back down hard. his cock stretches you so perfectly, thick and veiny, pulsing against your walls like it was made for you.

gojo’s head tips back, white lashes fluttering, mouth open in a silent moan. “princess—ahh—fuck, i’m serious. i’m gonna cum again if you keep—ngh—keep squeezing me like that.” his abs tense under your palms, hips jerking up involuntarily to meet your rhythm.

you lean forward, pressing your tits against his chest, and start riding him faster. the new angle makes his cock drag right over that spongy spot inside you with every thrust. your pussy flutters and clenches greedily around him, milking his overstimulated length without mercy.

“shit—wait, baby—slow— i’m close again,” he gasps, voice cracking. his hands slide up your back, then back down to grip your ass, trying to control your pace. “you gotta pull off— i can’t— fuck, i’m gonna cum inside if you don’t—pull out—!”

the words barely register. everything feels too good. his cock is swelling even thicker inside you, twitching wildly, the heat of him overwhelming. your thighs burn, your clit throbs, and another orgasm is rushing up on you like a freight train. instead of lifting off, you grind down harder, rolling your hips in tight circles so his cock stirs deep in your pussy.

you cum with a broken cry, walls clamping down around him like a vice. your cunt spasms violently, rhythmic pulses squeezing and fluttering around his cock as pleasure whites out your vision. gojo chokes on a moan, hips stuttering up into you.

“fuck— no, wait— i’m cumming— i’m—!”

he tries to pull you off at the last second, but your thighs lock tight around his waist, keeping him buried to the hilt. thick, hot ropes of cum flood deep inside you as he cums harder than the first time. pulse after heavy pulse, his cock jerking and spurting against your cervix while your pussy keeps milking him through your own orgasm. you don’t stop moving—riding him through it in sloppy, desperate strokes, prolonging both your highs until his cum is leaking out around his cock with every bounce.

gojo’s eyes roll back, a wrecked, broken sound leaving his throat as you keep fucking yourself on his oversensitive dick. “too much—fuck— you’re still going—hah— you little menace…”

only when your orgasm finally ebbs do you collapse onto his chest, both of you panting, trembling, and covered in sweat. his cock is still buried deep in your cum-stuffed pussy, twitching weakly with aftershocks. you can feel how full you are—his warm seed sloshing inside you with every tiny shift of your hips.

gojo lets out a breathless, slightly delirious laugh, wrapping his strong arms around you and holding you flush against him. one hand slides down to press firmly on your lower belly, right where his cum is settled deep.

“you… you didn’t pull off,” he murmurs against your hair, voice rough and sex-drunk. there’s a dark, possessive edge beneath the amusement. “i told you to pull out and you just rode me harder. greedy girl.”

you hide your flushed face in his neck, smiling against his skin as you give one slow, lazy roll of your hips. his cock twitches inside you again, pushing more of his cum deeper.

“oops,” you whisper, clenching around him on purpose.

gojo groans, hips bucking up weakly. “yeah… real convincing ‘oops.’” he kisses the top of your head, then tilts your chin up so he can claim your mouth in a messy, tongue-heavy kiss. when he pulls back, his blue eyes are half-lidded and hungry. “guess you baby-trapped me, huh? fuck… why is that so hot?”

his hand rubs slow circles over your belly. you can feel his cock starting to harden again inside your messy, cum-filled cunt.

“you’re not going anywhere,” he says, voice dropping lower as he starts rocking up into you again, slow and deep. “not until i fill you up at least one more time. since we’re already making a mess… might as well commit.”

you moan softly, already moving with him.

f!reader coming home drunk and finding your husband!tamaki

summary: you come home after a night out with friends and find your sexy husband waiting up for you

a/n: i love tamaki so much. he’s my top 3, idk about yall.

enjoy the food :)

1:13am

you’re at the door of the flat struggling to get the key in the door, the taste of your last drink still on your tongue your head fuzzy and you giggly.

you’re about to give up when you door opens slightly revealing your husband peaking out at you, “y/n?” you giggly and press open the door walking right into tamiki’s chest, “hello my sexy husband.”

you hear him close and lock the door back up then feel his arms come around you; one hand on the back of your head the other on your waist.

“Did you have a good night honey?” he asks softly.

you hum, “had a great night but miss you.” you pull away slightly and look up at him with your heavy eyes.

he looks at you with a light blush on his face his hair pushed back by a hair band. “i missed you too,” before pressing a kiss to your forehead.

you whine and pull his head back down to yours for a real kiss. he smiles slightly against your lips and places his hands firmly on your waist, “let’s get you to bed.”

you laugh and pull away kicking off your shoes before stumbling into the kitchen looking for food. “are you hungry?” tamaki asks from behind you. you nod, “very.” he comes around and pulls out some dinner he made earlier and starts to re-heat it for you.

you pull yourself up to sit on top of the counter watching your husband move around the kitchen. his black shirt hugging him beautifully and his grey sweats hung loosely on his hips. you lick your lips, “m’ tamaki.” you hum hoping to get his attention.

he looks over his shoulder to find you sitting on the counter trying to take off your jacket. he sits the food down and comes over to help you; he grabs the arm of your jacket and helps you slip it off. before he can walk away you grab the waistband of his sweats and pull him between your legs, effectively wrapping them around him.

your hands move up and under his shirt resting on his stomach, “i missed you tamaki.”

his breathing come out breathy his stomach flexing under your touch, “i-uh i missed you too honey.”

his hands move to your hips almost resting on your ass. you wrap your legs tighter around him pulling him even closer, “show me how much you missed me baby.”

your hooded eyes look at him; his face red and breathing heavy, “you’re drunk honey.”

you laugh at him, “please baby. pretty please.”

his hands move to your face before he bends his head down capturing your lips with his. you hum against him tightening your legs bringing him flush against you; your hands move up to his chest which is beating erratically.

when your lips part you feel his tongue roam your mouth while his hands roam your body. going down to your ass and coming back up to grope your breasts.

you pull away with a moan leaving your mouth and your head falling back. his lips biting and sucking down your neck. “i missed you so much baby,” he says hoarsely into the crook of your neck.

you whine at his response, “more. i need more tamaki.”

his hands grip your ass pulling you off the counter, your legs and arms wrapping around him. he carries you to the bedroom while you kiss and bite at his neck.

he lays you on the bed while hovering over you. your legs pull him tighter against his so you feel his growing erection pressing against your needy cunt.

you look at him with hungry and lustful eyes only to find his with an animal like hunger. you take his hair band off making his hair fall into his face, you run your hands through it and pull him down to meet your lips in a hot and hungry kiss.

his hands move down and grab the hem of your shirt to take it off leaving you in a black lace bra, him following suit and removing his. your hands move to his chest and stomach lightly scratching and leaving marks. he groans and attacks your neck again, biting sucking and leaving a trail down your chest and to the seam of your pants.

“still want me to show you?” he asks huskily while staring up at you. you moan and nod, “yes please.”

he smiles and unbuttons your pants removing them only to leave you in your black panties. he throws your legs over his shoulders leaving possessive kisses on your inner thighs. you throw your head back onto the bed moans leaving your mouth while your hands lace through his hair tugging at every kiss he leaves.

“look at me,” he demands.

you groan at the demand but listen nonetheless. the blush on his face bright but the hunger in his eyes taking over. “i love you y/n, “ you whine in response.

he groans and kisses your thigh before his tongue starts growing and shifting, “but i’m going to fuck you like i don’t.”

“you,” nerd!gojo says, not to you, but to the part of him his six-inch-long fingers are devouring. “you’re always so quiet when she’s yelling at me. you could at least make a little noise for me then, y'know?”

you seize up, surprise and confusion hitting at the same time. “gojo, what the hell are you—”

but he only shushes you with a patronizing little tsk, thrustsing two fingers deep in you just to watch you moan while his other hand clamps over your mouth–firm enough to cut your words.

“i’m talking to her. not you.” his eyebrows furrow in that petty, childish pout he gets whenever he’s mildly inconvenienced, his bottom lip jutting out just the tiniest bit. “you see, baby? she always tries to interrupt. just like when i was trying to study and she snatched my notes and threw them in a pond. called me a useless nerd right in front of everyone.”

his long fingers sustain a languid rhythm, his sculpted chest heaving with a short, annoyed huff at the memory. when you jerk your hips to throw him off, the heel of his hand cracks against your poor cunt—a sharp, stinging smack that forces a wet squelch against his palm.

“and the hitting,” he continues, voice pitching into a whinier, petulant cadence. “you wouldn’t believe it. last week, i got a bruise on my arm.” he adjusts his angle, the pad of his thumb rubbing your clit in coarse circles. “just because i corrected her answer in advanced calculus. i was right! i always am! but she just likes making me feel small, doesn't she?"

stop it" you shove against his shoulders, but satoru doesn't even rock back. he just pushes his fingers deeper, the heel of his hand pressing roughly against you.

“no,” his bright blue eyes are huge and glassy, talking to your cunt like it’s his only friend. “she doesn’t get to tell me to stop. not after she made me do her entire literature thesis. not after she tripped me in the cafeteria, and my tray went everywhere. i had to clean it up myself.”

he pumps his fingers into you harder, the wet sound of your body fluids becoming obscenely loud. “you understand me, don’t you? you’re the only one who’s ever nice to me.”

“g-gojo, please...” you whimper, not even sure what you’re asking for. you’re so close, and the humiliation from this boy you’ve spent all semester tormenting only fuels it.

“s'okay,” he coos, his voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. “you can show her, right? show her what happens when she’s mean to me. do it f'me, baby.”

it’s the final, bizarre permission your body needed. you come, a hot, gushing release that soaks his hand, his wrist, the inside of your thighs. it sprays, pearly streaks against the white sheets.

satoru goes perfectly still. his whining ceases as he cocks his head like a curious puppy. he slowly draws his glistening fingers out, staring at the wet trails sliding down his knuckles with an expression of rapt, awe-struck wonder, as if he's just successfully completed a difficult laboratory experiment. a long, satisfied exhale escapes his plush lips, his broad shoulders finally relaxing.

"you did it," he breathes, his voice reverent. he brings his soaked fingers to his mouth, never breaking eye contact with the only thing that never disappointed him. he licks a stripe across his wrist, swallowing your fluids eagerly. “you did so good. congratulations. see? i knew you had it in you.”

he looks up at your eyes then, his azure gaze blazing with triumph behind his crooked glasses. a whiney, desperate nerd, glowing with perverse pride.

MDNI: based on this request <3 :dry humping, satoru being somewhat needy

Click.

Satoru's eyes snapped open, that devastating blue gaze zeroing in on you with laser focus. "Did you just—"

"No idea what you're talking about." You're already pulling your phone close to your chest, grinning like you've gotten away with one of your best coup.

But you absolutely haven’t.

"Liar," he drawls, and before you can even think about scrambling away, his hand shoots out and plucks your phone right out of your grasp without any type of struggle. "Let's see what we have here, hmm?"

"Satoru, give it back—"

He's holding it high above his head, that insufferable smirk spreading across his face as he lounges back against the pillows. The bastard looks like some kind of god reclining on a cloud, his grey sweatpants hanging low on his hips with his shirt messily ridden up from sleep, white hair mussed up and looking absolutely edible.

Which is exactly why you took the photo in the first place, this was truly a sight to keep in memory.

"Come and get it if y’want it so bad," he sing-songs, waving your phone tauntingly.

You narrow your eyes. "You're such a child."

"And you're a little creep, taking photos of me while I'm sleeping." His grin widens. "What were you gonna do with that, huh? Add it to your collection?"

Heat floods your cheeks. You didn’t have an official collection, no, but you should consider it at this point with the hundreds of pics you had of your boyfriend. "I don't have one"

"Sure you don't." He's enjoying this far too much, the smug asshole.

Fine.

You shift onto your knees, eyeing the distance between you and your phone. He's got his arm stretched up, and even lying down, his reach is annoyingly long, but you're not about to let him win this.

"You asked for this," you mutter, reaching up toward the phone.

He just laughs as you stretch, your body arching upward. "Getting desperate, are we?"

"Satoru, I swear—"

You're climbing onto his lap, your knees settle on either side of his hips, your focus is entirely on that phone dangling above you—so close, just a little higher—

"Oh, come on—" you huff, stretching upward. Your chest is pressed against him as you reach up, but you barely notice, too focused on your poor phone.

He could only laugh at your failing attempt, pushing his hair back with his free hand. "What's wrong? Can't reach?"

You rock forward on his lap, using the momentum to push yourself higher. Your fingers brush the edge of the phone case.

His breath hitches, his smirk faltering slightly, but of course you don't notice.

You freeze for a split second, then push up again, grinding against him as you stretch. So close.

"You can—" His voice comes out strained. "You can do better than that."

You glance down at him, confused by his tone but assumed that he was just being his usual taunting self. "Oh, I'll show you better—"

You shift your weight to have a better grounding, rocking against his lap as you make another grab for the phone. The angle gives you more height, more reach, just as you're about to touch it your swing gets complete disturbed by Satoru’s loud, obnoxious, moan.

You stop immediately, hands dropping to his chest as concern floods through you. "Wait—Satoru, are you okay? Did I hurt you?"

That's when you feel it.

Oh.

He's hard—achingly hard—pressed right up against you through his sweatpants, hot and throbbing beneath you, and suddenly his breathlessness made perfect sense.

"Well shit,” He lets out a tight laugh, cheeks flushed red as his free hand comes up to grip your hip, keeping you pressed right on him. "D-Don’t stop—" His hips buck up, seeking that tasty friction. "M'so close already—"

Your face is burning, feeling yourself getting worked up from his lewd expression only. "Are you for real—"

"Don't you dare stop now." He warns, that infamous Gojo Satoru, always so in control—reduced to this trembling hard mess beneath you all because you wiggled a bit on his lap.

"I didn't mean to—" you stammer, but his grip on your hip tightens, keeping you firmly in place, your phone now hanging loosely in his hand.

"Sure you didn’t." That grin returns, still very devastating despite the flush spreading up his neck now. His eyes are half-lidded, pupils blown wide and making sure to look at all of you. "Just a little more?"

"Satoru—"

He rocks his hips up against you, and you gasp at the delicious friction, so so close yet so far. "Come on baby, you can’t keep grinding that perfect ass like that right on my and—fuck—"

His head falls back against the pillow as you shift slightly, your body responding as your mind tries to catch up.

Both his hands grip your hip now, your phone long forgotten somewhere on the bed, guiding you into a slow roll against him. "There you go, just like that—"

You bite your lip trying to suppress a whimper, and his grin turns absolutely feral.

"That's my girl." His voice drops with a whine. "Keep going, please." He’s looking at you with those puppy eyes, a glint of dare shining through.

Your hands are still braced against his chest, clenching around the fabric of his black shirt; you can feel his heart hammering beneath your palms. He's completely at your mercy despite his cocky attitude, which is honestly no surprise to you.

You roll your hips deliberately this time, grinding down onto his throbbing length with purpose, tearing a low groan from his throat.

"Yes—god, just like that," His fingers dig into your hips, guiding your movements as his hips buck up to meet you. "Don't stop, don't you fucking stop— come’ere"

His hand slides up under your shirt from behind, palm hot against your bare skin as he yanks you down flush against him.

"fuck, right there—"

The angle shifts and suddenly he's grinding directly against your core. The sudden shift had you panting over him, catching your clit just right through your pyjamas.

"That's it, baby, grind on my cock just like that—" Both hands grip you possessively now—one still beneath your shirt, nails dragging down your spine, making sure to keep your body pressed against him, the other digging bruises into your hip as he rocks you against him with desperate, filthy strokes. "Hah…you feel so fucking good—"

He buries his face in the crook of your neck, mouth opening and dragging against your skin, tongue laving over the sensitive flesh before his teeth scrape and bite. "Fuck you look good with those—hah—"

You can already feel the bruises forming—deep purple proof of his tiny obsession with you.

"Satoru—oh god—"

Your fingers twist in his shirt, holding on as he grinds you down harder. The friction is absolutely maddening, you can feel it now—the wet spot forming on his sweatpants, hot and slick where his cock is leaking through the fabric.

"Say it again—" He groans against your neck, sucking another bruise right below your ear. "Say my name again baby please.”

You roll your hips to counter his thrusts, giving him right back what he’s been giving you.

“‘Toru, need more–“

You feel him throb against you, hands and arms holding you down on him like a body pillow. "Fuck—keep doing that—"

The hand under your shirt slides around to your front, grabbing, groping, anything he can reach. "So fucking perfect—ngh—gonna come—" The wet heat of his bulge is absolutely sinful even through layers of fabric.

"Gonna make me—shit—" His teeth sink into your shoulder as his whole body goes buckles beneath you. "Sweets oh fuck—"

You feel him pulse against your sensitive core, your own hips never stopping their long and steady strokes, his cock jerking as he spills into his sweatpants with a long, broken moan muffled against your skin. "Yes—fuck yes—keep going—hah—"

He’s rolling his hips against yours in contrast, smearing his mess everywhere—being extremely bold absolutely filthy about it. He's twitching against you, soaking through the fabric as he rides it out.

"Fuck—" He's gasping, trembling, still clutching you against him like a support plushie.

His chest heaves against yours, breath coming in ragged pants against your neck. You can feel his heart absolutely hammering, matching the frantic rhythm of your own.

"Fucking hell sweets," he breathes, his grip on you loosens just slightly, hands sliding down to rest more gently on your hips.

He lifts his head from your neck, those blue eyes unfocused and hazy, still drunk on his release until his eyes land on yours. "What?"

"My phone." You're already patting around the rumpled sheets beside him, trying to ignore the mess between your thighs and the way he's still half-hard beneath you. "Where'd you drop it?"

"You're—" He lets out an incredulous laugh, head falling back against the pillow. "You're asking about your phone right now?"

"Yes?" You shift off his lap, and he makes a wounded sound at the loss of contact.

"Unbelievable." But he's grinning now, that satisfied cat-like expression as he watches you search. "I just came in my pants because of you and you're worried about your phone?"

Your fingers close around it, wedged between the pillow and headboard. "Found it!"

"Of course you did." He's propped up on his elbows now, watching you with pure amusement. "What's so important that you—"

Click.

His jaw drops. "Did you just take another picture?"

You're already scrambling off the bed, phone clutched protectively to your chest this time. "Payment for not helping me finish, you gentlemen."

"Oh, you think you're clever—" He's already moving, swinging his legs off the bed despite the obvious obstacle. "Get back here—"

But you're already halfway to the door, laughing as you hear him stumble—still shaky-legged and sensitive, cursing under his breath in the process.

idk why i struggled so much with this but i did ahhh, i might be going through a writer's block (i hope not cuz holy shit)

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one thing you loved about gojo was the multiple beauty marks he had all around his body. you first noticed them when you went out to the arcade together. having just joined jujutsu tech, principal yaga encouraged you to go out with the other students. you asked satoru, the boy you crushed on the second you were introduced to each other.

if he wanted to hang out after seeing that no one else was available. your heart leaped when he accepted almost immediately.

“i haven’t gone to the fair in forever!” he beamed, smile stretched across his pretty face. “cmon, i’ll play all those basketball tossing games and win you whatever you want.”

when you both walked side to side with several stuffed animals, joking about the bumper cars and how he was a terrible driver, you saw the mole right under his eye. your eyes soon fell down to the one on his right cheek, then one on his plump lips. ever since then, you’ve made it your goal to try and find each one. 

you invited him over to the pool on a scorching hot day, feeling your breath hitch when he took off his shirt to jump in. “you not gonna jump in?” he asked, already prepping himself for a dive. but you were too mesmerized to answer back.

water splashed everywhere when his body fell into the pool, landing on you as well. “satoru!!” you called out, wiping your face with you hands in slight annoyance. he laughed at your reaction, pearly whites shining underneath the sun. there were more beauty marks on his chest, and when he turned around, his back was practically littered with them.

“sorry princess, had to get you wet somehow, right?”

your face burned. in what way did he mean that?

he slid onto the floor next to you, kicking his feet in the water. “you look good in that bikini.” he coo’ed.

“thank you..” you squeaked, forcing yourself to look away. it was quiet for a bit until a wave of confidence washed over you. your hand hesitantly reached out to touch the dots on his arm. satoru looked down at you, confused as to what was happening.

“what’s this, hm?”

“i really like your beauty marks..” you mumbled, tracing each one that traveled down his arm. “yeah? i’ve got some on my ass too.” satoru smiled before you playfully slapped him. “i’m kidding, mostly.”

his hand tugged down his swim shorts just a bit to reveal one on his lower waist, right on that delicious v line. your finger brushed against it, making his breath hitch. “what do you mean mostly?” 

“i mean they’re not on my ass.. but y’know.” 

yeah, you definitely knew. that’s why you both were inside in the living room, deep throating your best friend after he had shown you the beauty mark on his tip. “fuckkk..” satoru threw his head back, opening his eyes to watch the way you bobbed yours up and down. “that’s it, suck harder baby.”

you don’t know how it never came to you that he might’ve had some on his dick as well. but you were glad you got to see them either way. your toes were curled, preventing yourself from gagging excessively. not like it did much when he was packing an 8 inch cock that could kill someone.

your whimpers sent vibrations through him, making him arch on the couch. “gonna cum..” he warned, but your eyes were fixated on all the pretty marks on his body. he was like the sky decorated in stars and you were just a stargazer.

“been wanting ya for months.. think i haven’t seen ya staring at me like im a piece of meat? huh?” he slapped your cheek playfully, dropping the hand to squeeze your throat. “got a beauty mark kink or something sweet girl?” you whimpered, eyes shutting close when his warm seed spilled into your mouth. “take every last drop.”

seeing that you obeyed, he gently pulled away. a string of a mixture of saliva and cum connected you to his tip, making you want more.

"isn't she amazing?"

megumi swallowed the excess saliva in his mouth, the faint blush on his pale cheeks came the feeling of shyness as he watched the tape on yuji's phone, his thumb shamelessly jerking whenever he thought about rewinding it. "yeah..."

your boyfriend was wrapped too much in the state of post-sex euphoria to care he recorded such an intimate moment between you two and was showing his best friend without your permission. the only dignity he had was to mute it because he didn't need megumi hearing how pathetic he sounded in certain parts. not like it mattered anyway; the pathetic looks on his face was enough to imagine the sound.

"is she okay with you showing me this?" megumi asked, looking up at him.

"as if you wouldn't want to see it."

well, that was true. megumi was a pervert on the low, something he tried his best to hide and almost succeeded—if yuji wasn't so damn nosey, and if they didn't share a laptop in their dorm. his search history was on plain display. yuji teased him about it for a long while.

not to mention, the fact he willingly partook in yuji's heinous panty fantasy a couple weeks earlier. no peer pressure, just the simple suggestion of it got him on board. hell, yuji was even questioning what he was getting off to—the panties themselves or envisioning you in the panties. would it be so insane to admit he minded neither? he didn't mind to share you a little. "you come off as such a prude, megumi. no wonder you're so good at hiding you're a pervert," he teased.

at this point, there was no denying that. he just held his tongue and tuned yuji's teasing out, focusing on your bitten, puffy lips agape, a cause for the quiet moans coming from the speakers. just loud enough so yuji couldn't hear. eyes skimming over yuji's thumbs, denting into your hips, slowing down when he saw where you two were connected to trail up your navel and sternum, locked in your breasts for the longest yet. he remembers yuji telling him about this lace bra you had that was pretty modest, but his mind couldn't help to undress you regardless.

he was quiet for a while, even forgetting yuji's presence beside him. the video was pretty short, only 2 minutes, but with how many times he replayed it back, it extended to a good 10. he was entagled in the erotica, entangled with you. as much as he shouldn't be. his dick twitching in his pants, as much as it shouldn't.

silly enough, yuji walked through the door—megumi hadn't even knew he left. his hoodie pockets looked rather stuffed. megumi cleared his throat, placing yuji's phone down and wiping the corner of his lip, erasing signs that he was beginning to drool a bit.

"you're acting like you won't use that later." he tossed him a pair of lace.

"i won't." he caught it swiftly.

what a liar.

© 𝒎𝒂𝒚𝒆𝒈𝒂𝒔𝒎 𑣲⋆｡˚

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he’s sitting on the floor in front of the couch in between your legs, his head resting against your lower abdomen.

his fingers moved over the controller with practiced precision, some first person shooter game hooked up to the television.

you’re playing with his hair, absentmindedly scrolling through your phone. but you were beginning to get bored of this. it was a saturday night, and you had gone over to your boyfriends dorm expecting him to at least pay attention to you.

you got an idea.

your voice was soft, hands stilling in his hair as you spoke, “hey.”

“hm.”

“do you wanna eat me out?”

he paused for a moment, fingers stilling on the controller, before he began to shift.

“…yeah.”

just like that, the game was forgotten.

GAME OVER flashed on the screen, but neither of you cared.

megumi was now kneeling in front of the couch, his face buried between your thighs as his fingers gently ran up and down your bare legs.

“ngh.. like that..” you moaned, fingers entangled in his hair, gripping hard. it only egged him on further. he even quietly whimpered into your pussy as you tugged at his hair.

his tongue made your toes curl, low, raw moans tearing from your throat. he knew how to make you feel good, and he would never miss an opportunity to do so.

“f-fuck.. gonna cum- don’t stop..” you whined, eyes squeezing shut, head thrown back against the couch cushions as you felt your release build.

megumi kept going, his hands gripping your thighs tight. his tongue lapped at your sweet juices, drinking in your slick like water. he moaned softly into your folds, he wasn’t even touching himself, your pleasure just got him off so good.

you came with a broken cry, your hands tight in his hair. megumi didn’t stop until you were shaking with overstimulation.

he pressed his cheek against your inner thigh, panting and looking up at you with that soft, puppy-eyed gaze.

his voice was quiet as he finally spoke, cheeks tinted slightly pink.

“can i do it again..?”

suguru thought “friends with benefits” meant kissing. maybe fumbling his way into your pussy if he got really lucky.

but he definitely didn't think it would mean being on all fours in his own bed, sweatpants shoved down to his knees and panting like a goddamn dog. his fat cock is already dripping onto the white sheets, looking unfairly abandoned while you strap a bright pink toy to your hips.

“w-wait! hold on, aren’t i supposed to, um… y’know. f-fuck you?” he stammers as he glances at you over his shoulder, his tan cheeks flushing a deep pink. “that’s how this is supposed to work. i am the guy, i should be... getting inside you–”

“suguru geto,” you interrupt flatly, tipping the bottle of lube straight onto the frighteningly huge silicone cock. it runs in glistening rivulets, dripping off the head in a way that’s near pornographic. “you’re not fucking me tonight. i’m fucking you.”

his mouth opens, then shuts again like a fish out of water. “b-but that’s not how it usually—”

“ugh! do i look like i care what’s ‘usual’?” your palm lands sharp against his offered ass in the air, making him yelp, a high-pitched sound he tries to bury into the pillow. his cock stands out even more rock-solid, the tip oozing pearly precum against his beefy stomach.

he tries again, sounding a lot more hopeless and less intimidating than he clearly wants to be. “i just thought i’d be inside you, not the other way around...”

you just grunt in response, squeezing another pump of lube into your palm before wrapping your fist around the silicone. you stroke it slowly, obscenely until the slick, disgusting squelch fills the room.

“a-are you sure i can even take that... thing?”

“shut up already,” you cut him off, fingers digging into the plush of his ass before spreading him wider. “don’t think. just stay still and breathe deep."

the first push of the tip against his hole has him gasping out loud, his bulky thighs quivering violently. “ohhh, f-fuck, wait, wait, it feels—”

he can’t even finish. his voice cracks into a thin, a-little-bit-too-feminine whimper when the girthy head pops past resistance. his cock kicks hard against his abs, dripping like a sad, broken faucet. "mmghm, feels–"

you sink another inch, then another, watching the way his virgin hole flutters, desperately trying to accumulate to the fullness inside. ​“i-it’s big,” he gasps, sounding physically pained as he feels you bottoming out, the base of the toy finally thudding against him. “oh god, it’s huge, i don’t know if—mnhaah, fuck!”

“you’re taking it,” you murmur, voice amused, and his ears go red to the tips.

“i-i’m not, i’m not, it’s—ahhh!” he breaks off with a wanton moan as you roll your hips, dragging the toy against his sweet spot that he didn't even know existed.

he tries his best to stay composed, but his damned ass betrays him, clenching down and sucking the toy even more every second. your constant thrusts makes him babble worse, words spilling too fast, too needy, sounding like he’s just run a marathon: “haah, god, it’s too much, i’ll—i’ll cum—”

and he does. hips rolling, a messy cry tearing from his throat as he spills—more cum than he’s ever managed, hot and overlong, streaking his stomach and chest in stark white while he lies flat on his chest, utterly mortified.

cw: smut, crack, Naoya is... Naoya. Hes beefy as hell #NEEDDAT, mentions of eating/tasting cum, headlocks, choking, doggy, mentions of blowjobs, hes cocky and meanish, naoya secretly likes getting his butt touched...

Your boyfriend has been getting… bigger.

In the hunky beefy toe curling muscular way.

Not that he was scrawny before, but his waist was nonexistent and he had the body of a lean god.

You noticed it after waking up one morning and having a heavy ass arm across your chest. And the owner of it getting his beauty sleep right besides you, looking pretty as ever.

You noticed when the shirts he wore seemed to get tighter or when he would stretch it would show more of his stomach and that inviting happy trail than usual.

You noticed when he ate almost everything in sight, when you'd have dinner together he'd always finish before you and then try to reach over to grab your plate. Greedy bastard.

˃ᴗ˂ slight warning: just fluff, and sfw. maybe a small pregnancy mention?

the morning sunlight had hit the sharp lines and wide glass windows of the modern mansion you and suguru shared in palm springs. the palm trees outside of the estate stood tall around the home casting shadows. the mornings were usually this calm, and you were pretty cordial with the neighbors across from the home while you were checking the mailbox outside.

you were a housewife.

while suguru paid all the bills, your job was to just sit, look pretty, be a trophy wife, clean, and cook.

and your husband? he was rich. filthy rich. 

his father passed down his business for him to take over and continue—instantly giving him the title as a multimillionaire. years of secured wealth and perfect status. 

the mailbox you were checking was a ornate vintage-style metal mailbox painted soft pastel pink, with decorative wrought-iron scrollwork curling around the sides and post. It has a whimsical, elegant look, almost like something from a fairytale garden, standing out against the bright green lawn.

you let out a soft sigh, closing the mailbox and looking through the mail.

“bills, and more bills.” even if you didn’t handle them, the prices were outrageous. if it wasn’t for your husband—

as you made your way back inside, closing the large tall doors you rested the mail gently on the counter were suguru drunk the warm tea you made. his eyes slightly glanced at the mail, then up to you.

“i’m guessing your bag didn’t come yet?”

you nodded your head, watching as he took one of the unopened mail off the counter and opened it.

it wasn’t like you didn’t have a whole closet of bags, shoes, and clothes. that itself totaled to $130,000.

but you were humble, and thar was chump change to suguru. 

to be honest, you didn’t mind this lifestyle you lived. i mean, you did get everything you ever wanted. materialistic or not.

but sometimes, you wanted to feel how it was to be independent for a change. to actually know what hard work is. for your whole life you’ve been pampered.

“do i need to make more tea for you? i seen you finished.”

suguru notices his tea finished while he was too busy going through the mail. he gave you a small nod and handed you the empty cup and gave you a half smile.

he absolutely adored you.

literally, he didn’t see anyone else but you. he appreciated your clean and soft aesthetic. how gentle and calm you were, instead of loud and obnoxious. he enjoyed things that brought him peace—and you were that.

honestly, about you? he’d flip the whole world upside down. he respected you, and you respected him.

and he always listened to you, cared for you, like you were something so precious and fragile that he couldn’t let go of.

“darling?” he calmly speaks, slightly turning his gaze onto you as you poured some tea into his cup.

“yes? something wrong?”

“nothing wrong, just thought i’d let you know that i snuck two extra handbags in that order.”

he knows how guilty you feel whenever he spends money on you.

“you—didn’t have to you.” your breath hitched as you place the cup of tea on a small platter in front of him.

“i know. but why not?”

a small giggle leaves your mouth, and your arms gently wrap around him as he was sitting. “i’m super grateful, y’know?”

he hums in response, rubbing your hand slowly. “i’m glad that you are, love.”

not to mention, you had a huge diamond rock on your middle finger. who knows how much that thing was. you’d never even have the guts to pawn that if you wanted to anyway. 

“and by the way. theres a dinner party later on this evening at an upscale restaurant. i scheduled us a venue—so wear something nice.”

you nod, already having an outfit in mind that you wanted to wear. suguru gave you short kiss on the cheek before exiting the table and heading upstairs—disappearing into one of the rooms.

and just like that, your back to cleaning up and making sure the estate is cleaned and tidy. 

as soon as your hands wrapped around the pole of the mop—a wave of nausea flooded through your body.

but its just a normal sickness, right?

18+mdni

master!anakin x padawan!reader

warnings: sex pollen, low stakes power dynamic, grinding/dry humping, unprotected piv, dirty talk, creampie, overstimulation, belly bulge, brief fingering mention, also brief cumplay

may the 4th be with you loves!! <3

following anakin blindly on missions was essentially what he expected everytime. he gave you directions, whatever it was, you agree. he controls the starfighter, you sit silently, watching him. you were entranced by him, he fought so effortlessly, the way you wanted to train yourself to be.

he noticed. he noticed how you watched him, your gaze constantly lingering on him, even when it shouldn't be. especially when he would tell you to focus on said mission. such as, distracting the enemy so you could get the hell off the outer planets and return back. he found himself constantly muttering curses with "padawan" followed after.

once again, you were paying "attention" to the mission, but were seemingly distracted in anakins words, as he gave you the rundown on how you were ultimately leaving the planet. your foot caught on a root, causing you to trip into a bed of plants, eliciting a groan from you. you hear anakin sigh from in front of you, moving towards you to help you up. your nose twitches. you bring your palm up to your face, wiping it across your nose to find a dust covering your nose and most likely everywhere your body fell into.

"yuck." you huff, brushing it off, some falling onto anakin as he takes your hand. he glances at it, squinting at the dust that now covers his own hand.

"what is this?"

you shrug. "i'm not an expert on other planets- or ours- plants. thought you might know."

his face contorts. "lets keep moving."

the further you walk, the more you feel a haze start to cloud your mind. it doesn't feel natural, feels more like when you have too many drinks at the local dive in coruscant. but the haze is heavy.

"anakin, can we stop for a moment?" your eyes are heavy lidded, your body feels warm. you've felt this feeling before, the way the warmth travels down your body, stopping at your core, letting it fill you, make your insides pulse. you bite your lip, willing yourself to focus for just a moment.

he turns to look at you. maybe with the force he can sense it, feel the desire radiating from you, but the need that seeps from him is just as urgent. he's never let himself outwardly think this way about his padawan, controlled his thoughts so well. a deeper part of him knows it must be because of that damned pollen you caught yourself up into earlier.

"we're almost at the starfighter." he rasps out. he silently begs you to control it, himself too, until you were back, back where he could take care of the need crawling between both of you.

your visions have clouded of solely anakin. you had to be soaking through your pants, the thoughts that were consuming you almost making you collapse on the spot to find pleasure. when the starfighter came into view, you could've cried, knowing you were closer to home at this point, not close enough, but one step further. anakin watched as you sat down, the sudden friction on your overly sensitive clit causing you to yelp without warning. he draws in a sharp breath as he launches off, but fails to keep his eyes away from you. he ghosts a hand over your upper thigh, his thumb lightly brushing your covered center. the touch makes you whimper, moving his hand to press against you.

"that's it. use me." he cups his palm around your core, letting you grind against him. it feels entirely wrong, but the pleasure is immeasurable.

"stars..." you cast out, slipping deeper into the seat, finding your orgasm drawing closer.

anakin was just hoping he could last until you got back. which, by the string of his robes, he did, and was practically dragging you to his quarters, his cock straining hard against his pants, begging to be inside you.

his lips meet yours, as hovers above you on his bed, devouring you. the taste of you becomes addicting, his tongue finding entrance in your mouth, your fingers landing place in his hair. your hips are rocking against him, finding a constant source of pleasure for yourself.

anakin undresses, returning the act on you.

"need to be inside you. now. waited too long." he's teasing your entrance, watching you, his pupils covering the whites of his eyes.

"ani please." a whiny beg leaves your mouth. he spits onto your pussy, rubbing it into your clit, then thrusting in. he collapses over you, feeling his cock fill you entirely. your eyes are glazed over, watching him fuck you. your fingers fist into the blankets trying to find something to grasp onto to relieve the build up of pressure in your body. his thumb runs over the bulge that makes itself clear in your stomach each time he fills you to hilt.

"you see that baby? you see how i fill you?" your head tilts back, wrapping your legs around his back.

whatever feeling the pollen had created had allowed for the pleasure to be amplified, his nerves in his cock to be more sensitive, the feeling of an orgasm to be brought on almost immediately.

"let me cum in you. please." he begs, gripping your hip, going faster, trying to find release. you nod, your thoughts becoming a jumbled mess, as his lips found yours once more.

he curses against your lips, finding his release, the feeling of his cum soaking your insides.

"stars baby, you feel so good."

your head spins but the need isn't fully satisfied. you look at him, searching his eyes to see if he feels the same. his fingers stroke your clit, one inserting slowly in your pussy, just teasing the cum inside. a small grin forms on his face, one that seems a little more grounded, as if the pollen isn't as present-

"not ready to stop yet, are you?"

“you’re really gonna make me leave baby?” he’s frowning. frowning like a child while he stands by your apartment door as you’re actively trying to shove him out. “i brought flowers.” he looks over to them on your table, sitting in a vase he brought with a sappy note attached to it. he looks back at you with puppy eyes to try and convince you further.

“yes, i am.” you just keep on pushing him trying to hurry him out your door but making next to no progress. you know you’ll win eventually though. you guess in about 5 minutes you’ll compromise and say he can actually kiss you next time if he leaves. “i’m not looking for a relationship right now, gojo. i don’t need you all fawny over me. now leave.”

his lips quiver like they’re about to cry. his hands even grip harder on the change of clothes he brought incase you’d let him sleepover this time and the fabric scrunches beneath his touch.

“so you’re just using me for my body?” he knows damn well you are. for gods sakes you met him at a bar and had told him you just wanted rebound dick from your last breakup. his other hand pushes on the door frame, steadying him and rendering him completely still. you stop pushing at this point. he’ll leave eventually.

“you’re a great person ,” you feel like you’ve said this before, and by his hurt face it looks like he has too, unfortunately now seeing it from the other side. “but i can’t deal with all this mopey shit. i have work, bills—”

“i can pay them!” he suggests, perking up like that’s the only word he heard. “or you could move in with me!” he’s back to that prince charming smile you can just tell he abused back in college.

“that’s not it, gojo—”

“i love you,” he grabs your wrists, dropping his clothes he was holding, that were by your side and brings them up to his face, forcing you to cup his jaw. you stare up at him. “i can wait, sweetheart! i can—i really can!” he’s like a child trying to convince their mother they won’t act too crazy on sugar.

he stays going off on a tangent now, gripping your wrists even tighter unconsciously.

“i-i can buy you anything. my friends would love you—especially utahime, you hate me like her i guess. i already give you good dick, i mean you were just moaning not to long ago—” you start to drown him out.

“—just one date. if you really do hate me you can slap me after it, just let me try. please? don’t be so cold hearted, baby.”

“gojo,” he looks disappointed already, like he’s anticipating a terrible answer. “come here.” you gesture with your hands for him to lean closer. you plop a delicate, just barely there, chaste kiss on his cheek. “go home.” you deadpan.

cw: smut, piv, porn w/ a lil plot, breeding kink, established marriage.

...and it's not because he doesn't want to, oh no. this man wants nothing more than to bounce you on his cock like no tomorrow.

it's becoming increasingly aware to him that having a five year old daughter means a lot less 'bend over the wife and show her a good time' time.

so when your mother offers to take your daughter for a saturday night sleepover, satoru is over the moon. you both deserve a rest - and a good fuck. all of saturday feels like hell, satoru's cock aching to be inside you. so when you buckle up your little one and watch her grandmother drive her away for the night, he's on you in seconds.

soon enough, you're grinding your soaked panties against his sweats on the couch, clothed cock leaking through his pants, the wet stain and bulge pushing against your puffy clit, the barrier between you two making the both of you so much needier.

"nngh- 'toru!" his hands guide and encourage your grinds, little groans leaving him, in sync with your needy whimpers.

"fuck, baby, missed you s'much. that's my girl - just like that, shit-" you mouth at his neck, whining: "need your cock, need it s'bad, can't cum w'out it-" and once he can't take it, he lifts you up, carrying you bridal style to your shared bedroom before plopping you down on the bed and crawling on top of you, ridding you of your clothes feverishly. before long, he has you sitting naked on his lap, cock prodding your entrance as he rubs mind numbingly slow circles on your clit, your hands in his hair as he mouths at your chest, sucking your tits like he'll die if he stops.

"'toru, p-please, fuck me... ohhh..." his lips around the perky buds of your nipples felt so good, your body so much more sensitive and responsive after not being fucked for at least a month. "so needy for me, gorgeous." he teases you, but doesn't waste any time reaching for his cock between your legs, lining it up with your tight hole before pulling you down by your waist, tears pricking at how big satoru feels inside you.

"jesus christttt. so fucking tight. you can take it, baby." satoru's blue eyes look into yours - or at least, what was open of yours, the feeling of his cock inside you making them roll back into your head - his voice gently praising you as he bounced you himself, marking up your tits and making you whine so loudly.

"that's it, gorgeous, say my name f'me? please? tell the neighbours who's makin' you feel this good." his cheeks are flushed red, hands roaming your waist, your next cry making his cock swell inside you.

"toru! ohh- toru, you are- only you can!" your pace starts to stutter, and satoru makes the move to roll you onto your stomach, pulling your hips toward him, ass up in the air.

your pussy is clenching around the memory of his dick, dripping in slick and satoru's precum. you bury your face in the pillow, drooling all over it. his cock slides excruciatingly slow into you, every vein pushing against your most sensitive spots. "yeah? shit- love this pussy. wan' me to get you pregnant again, huh? wanna give our princess a sibling? god- ngh- sweet little wife- answer me." his hand reaches over to slap your drooling cheek, to which to nod and ramble nonsensically.

"yes! hhm- fuckkkk! wan' your kid, 'toru!! wan' another- get me pregnant- nnghhh, m'gonna cum, shit, gonna cum s'hard!"

"yeah? do it. cum all over my cock."

your throat tears out a guttural moan, back arching as your pussy clenches around his dick, hot liquid spraying out around it, soaking your thighs and his, plus the cotton sheets. "oh, good girl, such a good girl- ngh, shit, gonna fill you up-" his balls tighten, hot, sticky cum painting your walls, excess spilling out and dripping onto your inner thighs. you let out one more moan before collapsing, satoru holding you and helping you lay down, him staying inside you. he kisses the nape of your neck.

"take a rest, gorgeous. gonna need it before we go again. i'm cumming in this sweet pussy till it takes."

a/n: yes im ovulating and what abt it... also not proofread don't flame me <3