𓆩♡𓆪 — two people (including me) asked, so i shall deliver , mdni!!
"fuck-... hah-"
its actually insane, you got sukuna ryomen under you. also not only that, he is also actively losing his mind.
it must have been hours at this point. your mixed fluids pooling at the base of sukunas cock. wet slapping can be heard as you bounce up and down. he at least tried to seem composed.
though he is pretty sure by the way you clench around him, he'll cum in less then two minutes for the fourth time.
after the second orgasm he stopped trying to take the upper hand. he isn't talking back anymore or asks you how good it feels. not with the way his drool is collecting at the corner of his mouth.
he is sweaty and shaking, all while you set you feet on each side of his hips. now you fuck him at a steadier and harder pace.
an actual moan slips from his mouth, but again he's too lost in you that he cares about the noises he makes.
his abdomen starts to tingle again and more saliva collects inside his mouth. sukuna is close, yet isn't sure if he is going to cum.
why? oh, maybe because you milked him dry.
"come on, ryomen. already done?", you egg him on. earning yourself a nasty little side-eye from him. which gets interrupted by an extra forceful slam down on him.
the familiar knot in his stomach starts to form yet again, his legs shaking.
"fuck-... not... ngh going to... last", he says... before shooting blanks into you. sukunas face turns scarlet at the embarrassment.
you laugh at him. your confidence is at an all time high. who is able to outlast THE sukuna ryomen?
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bf!toji getting sucked to submission by possessive!reader in a dressing room
“well, yer fuckin’ sha—shameless… ” toji grits, head falling back against the dressing room mirror, attempting to shut down a very, obvious groan. his knees, which twitch with every deep gulp of your throat, are held down by your hands— nails digging into the bone so you’re able to take him deeper. your mouth is sloppy, saliva trickling down your chin, eyes wide and eager as you gaze at toji from below.
“ohhh god— fuck,” toji exhales sharply, his hands moving from the metal hangers on the wall to your scalp, shoving you further down his cock, pupils dilating when you swallow him down. you look absolutely, indubitably, messily his like this. the head of his dick hits your uvula, coaxing a choked gasp from your lips, but you’re still not stopping. your efforts redouble, even with the glassy sheen of tears coating your eyes.
your motivation isn’t random. after the retail employee flirted with him and he even dared to respond, you’ve wanted to stake a petty claim on toji. his hips jerk back, his fingers stroking across your temples gently to smooth away the frizz and sweat on your hair, his neck craning downcast to examine your expression despite how his vision is swimming right now. you’re jealous— toji knows that look, and hell if he doesn’t at least enjoy it.
“you’re so mad—“ he remarks, a strained grin plastered on his face. toji thinks he could win this game. with an abrupt thrust of his hips forward, he slams you back down, using his grip on your head as leverage to meet his movement. “why’re you mad at me, baby?” toji pushes further, clutching on either side of your head, smooshing your mouth to his pelvis. a strangled gasp leaves your throat, brow furrowing as you withdraw for more air.
you don’t want to talk anyway— you know better to not talk shit while toji has you in such a vulnerable position. but he’s too much of a fucking deserving manwhore for you to back down. you gurgle on his cock, his precum gleaming proudly on your pouted lips. he chuckles, a sated groan seeping from out of his slack maw. “jealous, mama?” toji feels you snap even futher— your eyes circle back to his, almost impatiently, but you’re painstakingly angry at him, toji can tell.
the steps of an employee descend louder in the dressing room hallway, “excuse me?” the voice is pitch-high, innocent-like. the same bitch employee who tried batting her lashes at your man, bending over obviously over a table of tank tops just minutes before.
emboldened by her appearance, you aim to suck the damn soul of of toji, shamelessly suckling, pressing overly eager and possessive kisses up his shaft before taking him in once more. “—shit, you’ll make me—!” he groans, forearms tensing above your head, suppressing the urge to bang his fists against the wall. you’ve stolen the reins from him once more, and toji’s too far gone to get them back.
one hand trails from his knee to his swelling balls, massaging the sac with a one-minded focus. “c—cumming, baby, fuck— please—!” the suction of your throat around his cock along with the teasing caressing of your fingertips make his back arch, toji’s hip canting forward as he cums.
fat, tangy spurts of his seed shoot right to your mouth, coating your lips as he grinds his softening dick against your tongue, scowling at the sheer audacity you have. the employee’s presence is long forgotten now— you’re just focused on the way you’ve unraveled him, staked an unmistakable claim with your lips on toji. but he can’t find himself to be mad, least not much.
his cock falls from your lips heavily, thwacking softly back against his thigh. toji shuts his eyes for a moment, clearing his throat with deep, steadying grunts. “i’m okay.” he mutters, though his voice is gruff enough the employee can hear the loss of composure in it. he pulls up his pants, the band slapping against his lower abdomen.
“we’re okay.” you say louder, a sharp tone in your voice that is unmistakable. toji, a gentleman trained to be inclined to assist you without your signal, helps you up, wiping some of his escaped release dribbling down your chin. you swat away his hand, inching closer to him, deftly kissing him loud. you pull away just as quick, the sounds making it obvious to the employee outside.
divider creds @/uzmacchiato
hihi reader is lowk nasty here, but then again wouldn’t we all be like this if we had toji loll??? also i’ve not really been inactive, just not uploading like i used to. life been jumping my ass every day and every other given day!!
But yea. Expect for thar booty to be fondled whenever he is in your presence. And he‘ll do it in front of the kids, he doesn't give a damn. Megumi is just used to it so he never reacts but them other two????? (more on them coming soon)
Lets just say sometimes Toji gets attacked by little person kicks to the shin for spanking mama.
If only they knew that had something to do with how they got here.
Lmao big facts!! Or just stop talking. I could see him going quiet mid-convo with teenage Megs and just breaking his neck to watch you walk by. And Megs going “Fuck Dad, its been years! Everytime she walks by? Seriously?”
And Toji going “ Ssshhhhh” , his big ass finger sliding down Megs’ lips, then patting the side of his face before going to follow behind you to get a hand full of that ass.
cw : oral (m receiving), face pounding, smut w little to no plot, skin burning, choking, just overall extremely rough sex with a bit of aftercare (not fully proofread)
toji had a pretty shit day at work. he had extremely rude clients all day which he had to bite his tongue at and yet still got yelled at by his boss. so to make himself feel better, he of course had to come home to his beautiful fiance and go to town on her!
he had a cigarette in between his scared lips, using one hand to shove you down till you couldn't breathe while the other rested on the back of the couch.
"thats it baby, take that fat dick down your pretty throat" he cooed, tangling his fist in your hair. your spit dripped down your chin, falling and soaking into the couch underneath.
toji eventually let go, letting you come up for air. you gasped, taking in every second of air you could get. but before you could catch your breath, toji had both his hands fisted into your hair and shoved himself back in your mouth, slamming his hips up at a brutal pace.
tears filled your eyes as you gripped his hips, not knowing what to do with your hands as toji practically abused your poor throat.
"fuuck thats it baby, take it." toji grunted, his lips curling up into a grin while his cigarette never fell. he eventually slowed down, not wanting to finish just yet.
you yelped as toji picked you up and slung you over his shoulder, taking you to your guys shared bedroom. "you should at least be a little comfortable before i fuck your brains out" he said in that hoarse voice.
toji threw you down on the bed, quickly getting behind you. he forced your hips up and face shoved into the pillow, ripping off your shirt and shorts. he purposely left your panties on, giving him something to grip onto when absolutely pounding you into the bed.
toji pushed your panties to the side, rubbing his tip against your entrance. "already so wet for me, such a dirty fucking whore" he spat out, taking a drag from his cigarette.
you whimpered, silently begging toji to pound you. he grinned, knowing exactly what that meant.
"beg for it, beg for me to pound you till you cant fucking walk slut" toji laughed, he loved to humiliate you like this.
"please toji...please fuck me..." you moaned out, pushing your hips back against him. toji quickly reacted, laying a hand down on your house with a loud smack. "dont you dare try and misbehave, or youre not gettin' shit" toji said, pushing you ass away from his cock. you cried out at the smack, feeling the sharp sting after.
"im so-sorry, sir" you choked out.
"good slut" toji replied, putting the cigarette back between his lips and grabbing his cock, lining back up with your entrance. with one thrust, he shoved his entire length inside, causing you to scream out in bliss.
toji pounded your crying pussy so harshly you couldnt even think, your mind was completely blank and only filled with how good tojis dick felt.
toji gripped onto your panties, using them to pull you back into him so he could pound you impossibly harder. the room quickly filled with the sounds of your sweet moans, tojis grunts, and the headboard slamming against the wall.
"this is exactly what i needed, this tight little pussy clenched around my dick" toji laughed, taking a hand to pull the cigarette out of his mouth.
the feeling of the cigarette inbetween tojis fingers gave him an idea. toji let go of your panties and stopped thrusting into you for a moment, bringing the cigarette to the skin on your neck.
before you could question him, the feeling of the hot cigarette touched your skin. you cried out, the burn feeling weirdly good. toji was oddly careful, burning a small heart with a "T" next to it into your neck.
"there you go, now everyone will know you belong to me" toji grinned again, taking one final puff before putting the cigarette out in the ash tray on his nightstand.
and just like that, toji was back to pounding you into the bed, his hands grabbing your panties once again to pull you back into him.
your head filled with that familiar fuzziness, nothing but moans and whimpers pouring from your mouth.
you felt the familiar knot building in your lower stomach, you were close. between moans and cries, you babbled out you were close. toji smirked, stopping just for a second to flip you over and put you into a matting press.
"cmon slut, come for me. cum on this fucking dick" toji continued, sucking on the side of your neck without the burn. your eyes rolled back as you screamed tojis name out, feeling the knot in your stomach snap.
toji came at the same time, painting your insides white with his hot cum. his thrusts slowed down, eventually leaving him buried deep inside you.
toji breaths were ragged, his body lightly glistening with sweat. he kissed your forehead gently, slowly pulling out to lay next to you.
"cmere, i wanna hold you" he grumbled, pulling you against his chest. you both took a deep breath, finally relaxing.
"was that burn to much?" toji asked quietly. you shook your head, admitting that it was oddly good. he nodded, kissing your cheek before holding you close against him to fall asleep.
a/n : apologies for disappearing life got busy but ay im trying my best to post more also ik toji canonically doesnt drink or smoke but he does for the sake of the skin burning
synopsis: after you called up your plug, it seems like he has a few ideas in mind on how you can pay him back!
content warning: explicit, smoking, kissing, unestablished relationship, piercings, pet names, fwb, whimpering, smut w/ little to no plot, drooling, praise kink, breeding kink, mdom, hair pulling, oral f. rec, fingering, püssy drunk, switchy, p in v, riding, tummy bulges, overstimulation, dacryphilia?, multiple rounds, creämpies, aftercare yippee
wc: 4.1k
a/n: ugh this has been sitting in my drafts since forever thank god it finally gets to see the light
based on these poll results. enjoy!
You pulled up to his apartment, the rain pattering onto the windshield of your car. It was dark and cloudy outside, the thunder rumblings in the background. You took a hit of your vape as you debated whether or not if you wanted to knock on his door. The sweet smoke seeped from your lips, before you ultimately opened your car door and stepped out.
You looked down at the wet concrete, trying to protect your face from the rain. Finally making it to his complex, the bottom of your sweatpants wet from walking in the rain. You hesitated as you lifted your arm to knock on the door, biting your lip slightly before your knuckles finally reached the door.
He opened the door shortly after you knocked, his messy bangs covering his eyes. His lip piercing shining in the dim moonlight.
“Took you long enough,” he murmured quietly before retreating back into his apartment, leaving you standing by the door, “know what you’re looking for?” he asked from inside the apartment.
You stood awkwardly at the front, shifting your weight onto your other leg. “Um, yeah. Same thing as always.” you replied as you nervously took a hit of your vape, exhaling the smoke from your mouth.
“Cool.” he replied as he walked back to the open door, the pouch of weed in hand. His eyes briefly gazing over your face before shortly looking away.
“How much?” You asked as you went grab your wallet from your tote-bag.
“250, same as always.” he replied, watching as you dug through your bag. You pulled out the cash from your wallet, counting it quickly before handing it to him.
“Here, that should cover it.” You responded as you handed him the cash. He nodded, counting it regardless of the fact you just counted it in front of him.
“Yeah, thanks. Appreciate doin’ business. Same time next week?” he asked.
You hummed in agreement, turning your head before noticing that the rain had started getting harder. You gulped nervously , the thought of having to drive in it practically eating at you.
Choso seemed to notice the color in your face fading, he raised a curious, pierced eyebrow at you. “I just rolled a fresh blunt if you wanna come in.” he stepped aside just enough for you walk in
His offer weighed heavily on you, you hesitated before ultimately agreeing. “Oh. uhm, sure if it’s not much trouble.” you replied.
“Nah, not at all,” he chuckled before you stepped into his apartment, closing the door behind you, “consider it a little bonus for my best client.”
Your eyes dawned over his living room, the room filled with a hazy, smoky atmosphere. You sat on an empty spot on the couch, before he decided to plop beside you.
He grabbed the lighter that was sitting on the coffee table, flicking it a few times before it finally formed a flame. He brought the flame to the end of the blunt, lighting it then pressing it to his lips.
He inhaled sharply, then exhaling with a cough. Passing over the blunt to you. “Thanks.” you hummed quietly as you brought the blunt to your lips. The smoke instantly filling your senses, and escaping with a cough following after.
“Shit, how do you smoke these so often?” You cough out, clearing your throat afterwards.
“You get used to it,” He snorts, taking another hit for himself. “could say the same thing about those vapes.” he chuckles, eyeing you as you held the vape to your mouth.
“It’s cotton candy flavored though, it doesn’t taste like burnt grass.” you exhaled, the scent escaping your lips.
“Burnt grass?” he glanced at you amused.
“That’s what weed tastes like to me,” You shrug, “I prefer my dessert flavored vapes.”
A small smile grew on his face, “So why do you buy it?” He asks, passing the blunt over to you.
You fiddle with it for a second before finally taking a big puff, “I dunno, I guess I like the taste of burnt grass.” You giggled as you contradicted yourself.
“You’re very complex.”
“Is that a good thing?”
“Mhm.” He nodded, his eyes now a red-pinkish tint. He glared at you hungrily; you, him, and a blunt? Never a good idea and never had a good outcome.
It seemed the weed had been hitting you too, your brain was foggy and your thoughts were clouded. Your eyelids drooped heavily as you passed the blunt back and forth. “You got any edibles?” you asked, blowing the smoke out from your lips.
“Yeah, just made a fresh batch. Wanna take one together?” he asks.
“Together?”
“Like old time sakes.” his eyes flickered between your lips and your eyes.
You bit your lip, subconsciously you know how this would end. But did you care? Not really. “We both know that’s not a good idea.” you responded.
“Yeah, well when has anything we’ve done together been a good idea?” he lounges back in the couch, throwing his head back and his shaggy bangs fall from his face. You shouldn’t listen to him, you really shouldn’t. But your body betrays you before your mind could answer.
“Sure, fuck it.” You shrugged. His lips curled into a smile as he lifted his head back up. He arose from his spot on the couch, disappearing for a minute or two before coming back with a clear ziploc back. A couple of gummies in the packaging. He grabbed two, handing one to you.
A grin grew on your face as you both simultaneously popped the edible into your mouths. It was only a matter of time till it would kick in.
You leaned back, your mind now relaxed with the cannabis slowly flowing into your system. “Isn’t it funny that the only time we ever actually hangout is either to get high, or fuck?”
“Strange world, isn’t it?” Choso hummed.
“Indeed.”
You could already feel the dampness growing in between your thighs. Maybe it was the edible you just took, or maybe you were just really fucking horny. You bit your lip as the lustful thoughts filled your head. You weren’t in the headspace alone, Choso was in the same boat. His head filled with lewd thoughts of your body underneath his. Your sticky skin colliding with his. It overtook his brain in ways he couldn’t explain.
It wouldn’t be the first time you two have gotten high and done perverted things together, it was a sort of symbiotic relationship. Choso got you high and good deals, and in return you let him fuck your brains out. It was a win-win situation.
He was already practically undressing you with his eyes. The heat and sexual tension growing between you too.
Your thighs were tightly clamped together, his meaty thighs spread wide on the couch cushions, there was nothing you wanted more in that moment than to mount him like a horse and hump him like a bunny in heat. But you were a woman of class, of course you wouldn’t yet.
“Wanna get high and nasty?” He blurts out, his voice low and gravely.
“I thought you’d never ask.” you smiled as he immediately grabbed your hips and pulled you onto his lap. Your mouths instantly crashing onto one another. He tasted like smoke with a hint of metal from his piercing.
His hands gripped your hips harshly, pulling your body tightly against his and forcing you to grind against his groin. His sweatpants were low on his hips, your fingers occasionally slipping underneath the waistband. Your fingers were cold against his warm skin, causing a small shudder to escape from his lips.
“Fuck, you can’t do that. S’not fair…” he whined as his grip on your hips tightened. Your fingers traveling from his waist to his hair, entangling themselves freely in his messy, black locks.
His hands went to the back of your thighs, like he was trying to hold onto the dignity he had left. His lips left momentarily to leave bites and kisses among your neck and jawline.
“Cho, I need you,” you whined out as Chosos hands roamed the sides of your body, occasionally sliding over the “please?”
Your pleading must’ve sent him into overdrive, his Adam’s apple bobbing as he pressed his bulge against you. “S’okay, I’ll make you feel real good soon.” he whispered in your ear before connecting your lips again. Your teeth now nibbling on his lower lip and your tongue fiddling with his lip piercing.
His kisses were hot, wet and open mouthed, your teeth constantly colliding. You could feel the heat pooling below your belly, the dampness growing in between your thighs. Your hips grinding against his growing bulge needy.
“Can’t anymore, need to taste you right now.” He groaned as he pushed you onto your back. His hands ripping off your sweatpants. Leaving you in only your lace camisole and your sweet, cotton panties. His fingers traced the wet spot that had formed, teasing the sensitive skin underneath.
“So wet f’me and I haven’t even touched you yet.” Choso chuckled to himself as he toyed with your delicate state.
“Choooo, stop being mean!” you whined out as you writhed underneath him. Your back arched as you felt his hot breath linger over the wet spot. Before his fingers eventually hooked your panties to the side and admiring the view of your slick glistening on your folds.
He began with small kitten-like licks, savoring your sweet taste. “You taste so good, pretty.” he murmured amongst your puffy clit. The vibration of his voice sending shrills down your spine.
“More, you whimpered as his tongue glided against your slit. “please, cho.” How could he ever say no to such a pretty thing like you?
“I’m getting there, angel. Be patient.” he responded while slurping your sweet juices. He was practically nose deep and still didn’t have enough of you. He pulled off your clit to slide in his middle finger into your slit, slowly curling it against your pulsating walls.
Your hands got lost in his hair as his fingers curled in and out of your hole, his tongue slowly lapping over your sensitive clit. “Yes! Ohmygod, right— hick! there!” you cried out in pleasure.
“Close— m’sooo close.” your moans sounded like music to his ears.
Choso took the sounds of your pleasure as a sign to go further, his fingers still pumping in and out of your needy cunt. His tongue now letting your clit rest from the stimulation.
He brought his face up to yours, his pace with his fingers slowly faltering. “Taste yourself on my lips, angel.” he whispered as he smashed his lips onto your. Your hips jutted against his hand, desperate for any friction and change in pace.
“Need to cum, please.” you whined, trying to convince him to pump his long digits in you once again.
“I know, I know, sweet girl. I’ll get you there. I promise.” He kissed the inside of your thigh sweetly before indulging on your swollen cunt again. He slurped and sucked like a man dying of hunger, his fingers now knuckles deep and pressing against your G-spot.
Your walls tightened against his fingers, on the verge of falling off the ledge of ecstasy. No coherent words could form on your tongue, only a variety of gasps and moans. Tears swelled in your eyes from the pleasure, his tongue relentlessly lapping at your sensitive hole.
Seeing the way your face twisted from the immense stimulation had Choso groaning into your pussy. His fingers curling so perfectly inside of you.
“C’mon pretty, I can feel you squeezing my fingers,” he cooed, his free hand clenching the back of your thigh. “be a good girl and cum f’me, yeah?” he groaned as he flicked his tongue up and down, relentless with the pleasure he was giving you.
“Mhm!” you cried out as your hands tangled into his hair, “m’cumming, hiccup! m’cumming” you moaned as the wave of ecstasy hit you hard. Your thighs clenched around Choso’s head, trembling from the sudden high. His free hand moved from your thigh to your lower stomach to push you down from squirming.
Choso groaned into your pussy as you finished, slurping your juices and lapping at your fluttering hole. “Look how pretty that mess you made is.” He praised you, his hips rutting against the couch cushion.
He sits up from being between your thighs, pressing small kisses as he exists. “C’mon baby, you can take more f’me.” he smiles as he pulled your limp body onto his lap. “You wanna make me feel good, don’t you?”
You nodded, your thighs tense and sore but nonetheless, you wanted to show your appreciation and make him feel good to.
You bit your lip as your hands fiddled with the drawstrings of his sweats, untying them and pulling down the waistband of his sweats just enough to free his cock. It sprung against his stomach, pre-cum beading at the tip.
“F-fuck,” he whined as you stroked it slightly before lining the tip with your entrance, rubbing the tip against your hole. “can’t believe it’s gonna—haah, fit in you.” he threw his head back, his Adam’s apple bobbing.
You began slowly descending onto his lap, the stretch burning in the most addictive way. You held onto his shoulders as support, small whimpers escaping your swollen lips.
He feared if he looked in your eyes as you slid down on his length, he would bust at that very moment. The pleasure of your walls tightening as you took each inch at a painfully slow rate was extremely overwhelming. You squealed once you felt him bottom out in you, his tip prodding at your cervix.
“Soo— hck! So full, Cho.” you whimpered, he finally split an eye ope to look at you on his lap. His cock twitching at the sight.
Choso’s hands tightly gripped your hips to help you maintain your rhythm, your thighs plopping onto his lap with every bounce. The sounds of wet, sticky, skin against skin echoed throughout the room. “Harder, you can do better than that, baby.”
He grit his teeth as you obeyed his directions, your pace slightly hitching up in speed. His long, veiny cock slipping in and out your folds, occasionally slipping out when you rose back to the top.
“I’m— trying! It’s just t’much..!” you whined as the burn in your legs began to rush throughout your body.
“Look at you, you’re taking every inch of me.” He groaned, his praise sounding like music to your ears. He so badly wanted to grab you by your hips and rut into you relentlessly, but he preferred to make you feel good first.
“Feels s’good.. s’full.” You moaned as his dick filled you to the brink.
He let out a guttural groan as his tip prodded at your spongy G-spot, your legs slowly getting tired but you maintained your speed. Choso’s hands guided your hips and pulled you up and down on his cock. Your brain began getting fuzzy and empty. The only thought lingering was to make yourself feel good.
Choso’s nails dug small crescents into your skin as you rode his brains out. Your clit grinding onto his pelvic bone.
His cock twitched inside of you as you let out a high pitched moan. Your thighs now clenching around his waist. “So— ngh, tight. You feel so good, baby.” he groaned from underneath you.
You nodded brainlessly, your silk walls tightening around his cock. Choso looked at you with half-lidded eyes, his eyelashes soaked from his tears of pleasure.
“Go faster for me, pretty.” He grunted as he thrusted up into the roll of your hips. Your cunt greedily sucked in every inch he gave you, your cervix now practically bruised from his lengthy cock. Your legs were tired, sore and worn out. You tried to pick up the pace but your body couldn’t keep up with Choso’s stamina. His eyebrows furrowed with a bead of sweat between them, his hands guiding you to make you go faster.
“y’re not going fast enough— ngh,” he began getting frustrated
You were trying. Really, you were.
Eventually, it wasn’t enough for him. Within seconds, Choso flipped you over onto your hands and knees; the air remaining in your lungs escaping from the sudden change in movement.
“M’sorry baby,” he whined before aligning his flaring pink tip with your entrance, “s-soooo sorry.”
He slammed into your with a forceful thrust. Your legs trembling and hardly keeping you up. “M’sorry, m’sorry, m’sorry—“ he repeated over and over again. Tears welling in both of your eyes. Your face was shoved into the couch cushions, a small patch of drool starting to form from where you lips laid.
“F-feels too good to— hck! stop.” he babbled, your syrupy cunt reeling him in more with each roll of his hips. His fingers were practically leaving bruises on your hips from how tight he was holding them, you couldn’t speak. Every ounce of strength you had left was fucked out of your body.
Your limp, sore, body.
“C-Cho, s’too much—“ you were cut off by him shoving your face further into the couch. He couldn’t help it, your pussy was practically singing to him. And it was definitely speaking more than you could at the moment.
“No, y’re taking it soo good f’me,” his thrusts became more frantic and sloppier. Your eyes rolled in the back of your head as another orgasm crashed over you. “S-see? You can take it.” he grunted, the pulsing from your orgasm sent him over the edge; his cocked twitched inside of you as he buried himself to a hilt.
“F-fuck!” He yelped as he grabbed a handful of your hair. “M’cumming, haah— fuck!” he whimpered as hot, sticky, long, ropes spurt inside of you; filling you to the absolute brink.
A frothy mixture of your liquids dripped from between your thighs, spilling onto the couch beneath your legs. A ring now formed around his cock. He didn’t pull out, just kept you both connected.
“Need to see y’re face this time,” he murmured as he flipped you over to your back. Your eyes widening as he hovered over you.
“What? N-no, I can’t!” You cried out, but it was too late. He was too far gone. Your mascara now streaming down your face as your sticky bodies collided once more.
“Yes you can, baby. And you will—“ he babbled breathlessly. His pelvic bone snapping against your ass. “for me, you can.” his hand lingered on your lower stomach, a evident bulge lying beneath his palm. “Heh, l-look. Y’re so full of me already.” The room absolutely reeked of sweat and sex, with the slightest hint of your cotton candy vape.
Your hand was placed on his lower abdomen, squirming beneath his violent yet desperate thrust. Trying to push away from the immense pleasure. “S-slow down!” You testified from underneath him.
“Where are ya’ running off to?” He asked as he realized you were scooting away from his cock. He slammed into you hard, forcing a sweet whine to escape your lips. “stop— ngh, running from me.” He folded you in half like a pretzel to prevent you from scooting away from it again.
He held you in the meanest mating press. His balls slapping against your clit as he held your legs to your chest. Your hands clawed at his back and sides, leaving the evidence of raw, red lines on his skin.
He aggressively grabbed your jaw, pulling your face to his own. The kiss was no longer sweet, but full of hunger and want. His teeth pressed into your lower lip before his tongue explored your mouth. His other hand traveling down to your clit, his thumb rubbing over your sensitive bundle of nerves.
“One more,” he gasped out as he devoured your lips raw, “c’mon, I know you can do it f’me, pretty.”
It seemed your body listened to him more than yourself, because shortly after, your cunt seized around him for the umpteenth time this night. The suction caused him to groan as he picked up his pace; chasing his own climax. Your cunt gushed with juices as you reached your orgasm.
His seed was still dribbling down your ass, he was practically using it as lube to fuck back into your greedy hole easier.
“Wan’ fill you up more— No, need to fill you up more.” His cock twitched inside of you as you neared the end of your orgasm. The nasty squelches filling the room as you let out borderline pornographic moans. Your cunt squeezed around him at the sound of his words. “Ya’ want that don’t you? Need me to fill this pretty cunt nice and full?”
“Mhm— please, Cho.” You clenched down on him harder. “Need to feel you more.” Your tears mixing with your sweat.
“S’okay baby, I know what’s best for her.” your body flailed against his rough pounding. “Don’t need to talk more, she’s doin’ allll the talking for you.”
He pressed down harder on the bump in your tummy, feeling the outline of his cock inside of you. Just the sensation alone had him stretching you in was deemed to be nearly impossible. His throbbing tip prodding at spots you didn’t even know existed.
“Haah— fuck. M’gonna cum again soon.” he warmed as his thrust continued getting sloppier and heavier. “Gon’ fill her nicely for you.” You shook your head profusely, your thighs trembling underneath him.
“M-maybe even get you pregnant, have you round and leaking of me.” He rambled on. He shuddered at the thought. “Would keep you full fuck, would treat you soooo good.
Choso’s cock abused your poor, leaking hole. The only thing keeping him alive in this moment was how beautifully you were taking him in. “Gotta— ngh, give this cunt what she wants.”
It only took a few more greedy thrust before he painted your insides white, your now white silken walls being stuffed full of him.
He laid ontop of you, nearly just as limp as you were. His cum stayed in for the meantime as he stayed plugged inside of you. Just where he wanted to be.
His face stayed buried in the crook of your neck, his mouth was close enough that you could hear his ruined whimpers. His tip leaked hot spurts inside of you more and more with each passing second, before he ultimately pulled out of you. You whined at the sudden emptiness, his seed seeping out of your raw and sloppy pussy.
“Look at that.” he mumbled under his breath as he watched your juices ooze once he pulled out. The admiration in his voice very evident.
His eyes widened once he realized your ruined state. “M’sorry— did I… was it too much?” he rambled over his words as he immediately felt the guilt of going over your limit.
“No— no, Cho. I’m fine.” you responded with a weak smile. You felt so used but it was the most pleasurable feeling.
“A-are you sure?” He asked against, his ears perking up from your confirmation. “Let me clean you up.” he disappeared for a moment, but came back with a slightly damp towel to wipe you down with. Afterwords, he helped you change into more suitable clothes for your own comfortability.
Choso’s sudden change in affection was refreshing, he caressed your body so carefully. Rubbing any part that might’ve been sore. He gently kissed the marks he left on your skin with sweet praises.
“You did so good for me, angel.”
“Just hold me close, Cho.” you replied weakly.
He pressed a few kisses to the top of your forehead as you laid on his chest. The sound of his heartbeat soothing you to sleep.
a/n: okeh so like this took way longer to edit than expected cause daddy has exam season now 😞 but don’t fret my kittens I still have plenty of short posts for u to feast on mwahahahah
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tutor!nanami fucking you in the back of the library. Rows of shelves block your view, but you still hear the faint voices of others while he’s deep inside you. You’re sat atop the table, skirt hiked up around your waist, panties pushed to the side, and your shirt unbuttoned, leaving him easy access to your tits. He’s slowly rocking his hips, trying to be as quiet as possible, but it’s hard to resist when you’re quite literally milking his cock.
“Fuck you’re so tight!” He whispers, letting out a shaky breath when he goes balls deep. He ruts his hips into you, the table knocking against the wall with each thrust.
“Mmmph! Oh my god!” You suck in a breath, whimpering when his tip nudges against your g-spot, his length dragging along your gummy walls, your entire body heating up.
“Shhhh, sweetheart,” he lowly chuckles. “You’re gonna get us caught.” He moves your shirt to the side, his hand gliding up to cup your breast, his thumb rolling over your hard nipples. You bite down on your lip, hands gripping the edge of the table to steady yourself.
“I’m sorry!” You squeak. “It just feels so good. I…I can’t.” You gulp, hand flying up to your mouth to muffle your moans. It was impossible for you. The thrill of getting caught just makes your heart pound faster and your cunt wetter.
“Are you getting turned on by this? Look at how wet you are—holy shit. You’re so filthy.” He clenches his jaw, a groan escaping his throat. He pulls at you nipple, his other hand hooked under your knee, making sure to keep your legs spread. He tosses his head back, letting out another shaky breath to keep himself from moaning. “I’m so close already, you’re so goddamn wet.”
You squeeze your eyes shut, your entire body tingling, cunt throbbing as you draw nearer to your orgasm. Would now be a good time to tell him you’re a squirter? “K-Ken…slow down…I’m gonna—ah!” You quiver in his hold, trying to shut yourself up as your orgasm creeps up on you by the second. Your head is spinning, the pressure building up the more he pounds into your g-spot. “Stop, stop, stop, I’m gonna squirt—nnngh! It’s gonna—ah—get everywhereeeeee—mmmph!” His hand flys up to your mouth, your pussy gushing clear liquid, soaking his new khakis, and the carpet below.
“Shut up. Shut the fuck up,” he growls into your ear, fucking you through your orgasm. Your nails dig into his shoulders, nostrils flared as you breathe heavy, chest heaving. “Fuck, I’m gonna cum. Should cum inside you and have it leaking out all day.” He smirks against your skin, feeling your cunt physically respond to his words, clenching around him tightly. “Awe, is that what you want?” He coos. You frantically nod.
He slams inside of you a few more times, his leaking tip kissing your cervix, pinning you against the table while he fills you with his hot seed, spurts of sticky cum coating your walls. “Nice and deep,” he rasps, slowly pulling out of you. He puts your panties back in place, making sure his cum doesn’t leak out. “Perfect.”
hey, hey. don’t cry, alright? suguru and satoru look at you so, so tenderly whilst you sleep— softness melting the sharp edges that the day had brought, the sight itself humming like a lullaby that they’d bleed their ears out for.
“. . . why do we need sleep?” satoru murmurs, and receives a heavy headed hum in response— his snowy lashes fluttering against his cheek, waging a war with his lovesick hands who try to tuck a strand of hair behind your ear. “like. . why do we, us— we. . need sleep? why can’t it be just—” a yawn escapes the back of his throat, cutting off his mindless rambling— powerful enough to disturb the global air currents. “why can’t it b-be just them? look at them. they’re. . m-made. . made for this.”
“and so they are,” suguru blinks rapidly, rubbing his eyes— batting away the exhaustion before it consumes him completely, but to no avail. “our pretty. . our pretty darling. i could watch them forever.” he takes a moment to pause, tugging at his hair tie so the locks come undone— cascading down his face like weary waterfalls, clinging to his skin. “can’t you . . trade six eyes or somethin’?”
but all suguru recieves is a faint snore in response— from a certain white haired menace with his hand nestled riiiight on your jaw, like a wounded knight shotted down at the very brink between safety and doom. eyes closed, nose brushing against your own.
a huff escapes suguru just then— but it’s not long before your sleepy body feels it softly sing against the back of your neck, finally, finally holding your hand and satoru’s with the other.
the stray strand of hair still covers your eyes, but for now— you’ll let it shut away your sight from the real world, to bask with your lovers in the sun of your happy dreamland.
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please please please write one where everything toji does just turns reader on so much that she can’t let go of him and he literally begs and whimpers for her to give him a break and she keeps saying “just one more”? (established relationship ofc)
SWEET SPOT! — TOJI FUSHIGURO
SYNOPSIS...after you husband comes home from the gym, you find yourself getting all hot and bothered, pouncing on him the second the opportunity arrived
INFO...toji x fem!reader, reader is extremely needy for toji, creampies, overstim, riding, squirting, messy, not proofread
OTHER...likes and reblogs are appreciated
thanks for the request anon!
“Hah—fuck nngh! Baby, slow…down!” Toji says through gritted teeth as you bounce up and down on his cock for what seemed like hours now. Your hips slamming down on his as you milked his cock, swallowing him whole and taking him for everything he’s worth. He doesn’t know what’s gotten into you, ever since he walked through the door you’ve been acting like a bitch in heat. His hands gripped at your ass, eyes rolling back as he felt his third orgasm approaching. He doesn’t even know how he’s still hard, but goddamn do you make it hard for him to stop.
“Gonna cum again, Toji? Want inside of me again,” you pant, eyes glazed over with lust as you stare at your husband. His jaw was slack, moans and whimpers escaping his throat while his hips twitched beneathing you. “You make me crazy, baby. I love it.” You messily kiss his swollen lips, feeling his hot cum coat your insides, your back arching into him more as you continue to fuck him.
“Baby…baby…nngh! Please, fuck! It’s too sensitive. I need—ah!” Your pussy grips around him like a vice, the mess made between you two makes lewd sounds echo through your bedroom, something out of a porn movie. “I need a break, baby, please,” he begs, desperation written all over his flushed face. His hands are roaming all over you body, a reaction from the overwhelming feeling of you wet cunt pleasuring him.
“I…I can’t stop—hah! Need…need you so bad. Just wanna keep fucking you and fucking you and—mmm fuck yes!” You squealed once you feel his bulbous tip hit your sweet spot. “Got me all worked up, baby.” You press your sweaty bodies together, holding him against you tightly as you focus on rolling your hips just the way you like. You pull at the hairs on the nape of his neck, mewling each time he grazes over your g-spot, feeling his dick throb inside of you.
“Shit! Oh my god!” His eyes screw shut, chest heaving up and down as he ascends to an ethereal plane of pleasure, a place he’s never been before. “Gonna…fucking…c-cum—nngh fuck!” He’s cumming for a fourth time now, brain turned to mush while you sit there and take it, only turned on even more than before. Hard nipples press against his broad chest, a lazy smile on your face and you caress his cheek. Pools of cum leak from your pussy and down to his balls, creating a sticky mess on the sheets that neither of you cared about at the moment.
“I just wanna keep fucking you—need to keep fucking you,” you whisper in his ear, licking a stripe down his neck, a slightly salty taste lingering on your tongue from the sweat. You pepper kisses along his sharp jawline, gentle compared to your movement below. “Hah, Toji, baby, I’m gonna cum!” Your brows furrow as little whimpers form into pants and moans. “Fuck! Fuck!” You fuck him harder out of pure greed feeling the pressure in your lower abdomen when you finally lift your hips and let go. Streams of clear liquid shoot from your dripping cunt, soaking your thighs and Toji’s as well, his cum mixing in with your juices and dripping out of your hole.
You’re holding onto him for dear life, body quivering and growing weak as you continue to squirt, sheets soaked. “Oh my god!” You suck in a breath, falling into his arms as you try and come down from an orgasm that strong, shaky breaths leaving your lips. You stare at him through thick lashes, sloppily kissing his lips while his hands grope your ass, pulling you closer on his lap. You still felt needy, horny, rocking your hips back and forth to find any sort of friction. You moan into the miss before pulling back from your husband. “I just wanna sit on your face now,” you say without thought.
You push him back on the bed, his head falling against the plush pillows. You climb over him, each one of your legs on either side of his head and it takes no more than a second for you to properly sit on his face. A blissful sigh escapes you, throwing your head back in ecstasy when you feel his tongue dip between your folds. “Always make me feel so good,” you moan. One thing Toji knows, is he’s gonna be here for a long while.
“oh.. o-oh fuckkk toru!” you mewl, your face is shoved into his navy blue bedsheets while your ass is up, back arched intensely.
satoru had gotten a new haircut just in time for valentine’s day. the moment he stepped through the creaking wooden door to your shared home, you practically pounced on him! “yeah? feels soo good huh.. h-heh” he giggles softly, his rough hands gripping onto the plump of your ass. his rotund tip was reaching deep inside your sobbing cunt, pressing directly on your sweet spot causing you to belt out.
“nngh fuckkk p-please toru, harder ah!” you’re reaching your arms back, subliminally begging him to grab you. he latches onto your hands, using them as momentum while he pounds himself into you. “h-harder? mmngh- this isn’t enough for you pretty girl..?” he smiles, the melody of your ass slapping against his hips grows louder.
he releases your arms before pressing his coarse hands into the dimples of your back. he’s angling his hips to hit you deep in that spot you love. “more! m-more fuckkk- just like that..!” you whine, drooling with your lips slightly parted in awe. you can barely keep your eyes open with how good he’s fucking into your sweet cunt.
“c’mon pretty, fuck me y-yeah?” he slaps your ass, motioning for you to bounce yourself back onto him. you twist your body, left hand gripping your ass cheek while turn back slightly to look him in the eyes as you slide your wet pussy onto him. you feel his hefty balls slap onto your puffy clit deliciously while he’s gripping your ankles trying to spread your legs further apart. “g-give it to me toru.. wan’ it please,” you’re pouting, now you’ve really done it.
he pushes your head back into the sheets, fingers wrapping around the back of your neck. “such a f-fucking slut- shiiit.. m’gonna cum, where do ya want it- hah..” you got him whining now, he was done for. “i-inside! don’t miss- nngh..please m’cumming!” your eyes begin to roll to the back of your head, pussy tightening around his lengthy cock, gushing all over him as you chase your high. he’s rutting his hips into you as long white spurts shoot into your womb causing you to mewl.
“f-feel so full toru..” you whimper as you caressing his arm, his chest coming down flushed right to your back. he’s giving you sloppy kisses to your lips that are gleaming with spit, moaning deeply into your mouth. “yeah? sweet girl.. h-heh..” he moans, still periodically grinding his hips up into you. “one more?” he suggests, you grip his chin, planting a wet kiss onto his lips before tucking your bottom lip in between your teeth. “mhm..” you nod.
a/n : not proofread ; currently working on a nerd!suguru fic so i just wanted to post a little drabble in the mean time | likes & reblogs are appreciated!!
I feel like lazy morning and days with Toji would be a almost every day thing.
Like he loves cuddling while sleeping, taking a nap before lunch and just lying down on the bed or the couch all day barely letting you go to the bathroom.
cw: age gap, explicit sex, (dub con maybe at first?), penetration, rough sex, etc… toji’s lowkey down bad
Buckle up cuz this one’s filthy…
I’m new to Tumblr so lowk nervous but I’m open to criticism!! Lmk if there’s anything I can improve on and lmk if anyone wants a pt 2.. 👀 and I take requests!
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The glow of the TV was glim and flickering across the living room, an old, beat up thing Toji had bought from a sketchy retail store, casting soft blue and white lights over the beat up couch where you were curled up.
It was your third week staying at Toji’s place—an arrangement your older brother Geto had insisted on after you landed the summer internship in his city. “Toji’s solid. He’ll keep an eye on you,” your brother had said. If only he knew how those words were playing out now..
Toji lounged on the other end of the couch, as far as he could get on the tiny thing considering how much space he took up. He had one arm draped lazily over the backrest, his massive frame leaning back comfortably. The tight black t-shirt he wore stretched across his broad chest and shoulders, the fabric worn thin from years of use. His dark hair was tousled, a few strands falling over his sharp green eyes as he pretended to watch the action movie playing on screen. But his gaze kept drifting.
To you.
You’d changed into an oversized hoodie and soft pajama shorts after dinner, legs tucked beneath you, hair loose and still slightly damp from your shower. The internship had been exhausting today—long hours, and fast paced—but here, in the quiet of his apartment, you felt relaxed. Unaware of the way the shifting light highlighted the curve of your cheek, the way your lashes cast shadows when you blinked, or how your lips parted slightly in concentration on the film.
Toji’s jaw tightened.
Fuck.
He’d known you since you were an annoying kid tagging along after your brother, but you sure as hell weren’t a kid anymore. And staying under his roof for weeks. He’d told himself he’d keep his distance—respect the boundaries, ignore the way you moved around his kitchen in the mornings, the scent of your body spray lingering in the bathroom. But tonight, with the city lights faint through the window and the two of you alone in the dark, it was getting harder to pretend.
His eyes traced the line of your neck as you shifted, hoodie big enough that it slipped slightly down your shoulder, exposing the skin of your neck. Smooth skin. The subtle rise and fall of your chest. The innocent way you laughed at a dumb line in the movie, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. You were beautiful. Dangerously so. The kind of beautiful that made a man like him—jaded, rough around the edges—forget all the reasons this was a bad idea.
“You good over there?” His voice came out low and rough, cutting through the sound of gunfire on screen. He didn’t look away from you when you turned your head, those wide eyes meeting his.
“Yeah, just tired,” you said softly, offering a small smile. “This movie’s not exactly helping me stay awake.”
Toji hummed, the corner of his mouth twitching. He reached for the remote, lowering the volume just a fraction. “We can switch it off if you want. Or…” His gaze lingered a second too long on your lips before flicking back up. “You can come closer. Couch is big, but you’re all the way over there.”
The air between you felt thicker suddenly. He didn’t move, but the way he was looking at you now—hungry, appreciative, almost reverent—made it clear he wasn’t just seeing his best friend’s little sister anymore.
He was seeing you. And he liked what he saw. A lot.
The movie droned on in the background, explosions and dialogue fading into a low hum as you shifted closer without a second thought. “Sure!” you murmured sleepily, scooting across the couch until your side pressed lightly against his. Toji’s body was warm—solid like a wall compared to yours—and you tugged the shared blanket over both of you, nestling in with a contented little sigh. The fabric smelled faintly of him: clean laundry, a hint of cheap cedarwood from his cologne, and something just undeniably… masculine.
You hummed again, eyelids growing heavier, completely at ease. Toji had been around your whole life—your brother’s best friend, the guy who used to ruffle your hair and call you “kid” when you were little. He was basically family. Safe. Familiar. You curled a bit closer under the blanket, your bare knee brushing his thigh, head tilting toward his shoulder as the exhaustion from the long day finally caught up.
Toji didn’t move at first. His arm, still draped along the back of the couch, lowered slowly until it rested behind you. His fingers twitched once, inches from your shoulder. Up close like this, he could smell the faint scent of your shampoo, see the way your lashes fluttered against your cheeks, the soft curve of your lips as you fought off sleep. His jaw clenched hard enough to ache.
Big brother. That’s how you still looked at him. Innocent. Trusting. Completely fucking oblivious to the way his pulse had kicked up the second you slid under the blanket with him. He hadn’t seen you that way in years—not since you’d grown into this beautiful young woman who laughed too easily and filled his apartment with a lightness he didn’t deserve. Now you were here, warm and soft against his side, legs tucked under the blanket, hoodie slipping further down your shoulder.
His free hand flexed under the blanket, fighting the urge to rest it on your thigh. Instead, he let his arm settle lightly around you, palm broad and warm against your upper back in what could almost pass for a casual, protective big-brother gesture.
“You’re dead on your feet, huh?” His voice was low, gravelly, vibrating through his chest where your head was nearly resting. He kept his eyes on the screen, but his focus was entirely on the way you fit against him. Too perfectly. “Internship kicking your ass already? Thought you were stronger than that”.
He chuckled as you glared up at him, too tired to argue. With a roll of your eyes, you nuzzled closer.
He swallowed, throat dry. The movie played on, forgotten. All he could think about was how easy it would be to pull you closer, tilt your chin up, and finally show you that the man you trusted like family had been fighting dirty thoughts about you for longer than he cared to admit. But he stayed still for now, letting the heat of your body seep into his, the blanket trapping it between you like a secret.
His fingers brushed a slow, absent circle on your back. Barely there. Testing.
“Get some rest if you need to,” he added, quieter this time. “I’ve got you.”
You yawned deeply, stretching like a cat under the blanket as a sudden wave of warmth rolled through you. The hoodie felt too constricting now, too heavy against your skin. Without thinking twice, you sat up just enough to shrug it off, letting it drop somewhere behind the couch. The thin tank top underneath clung to your body—soft white fabric stretched snug over your chest, the neckline dipping low enough to show the smooth swell of your cleavage and the delicate curve where your waist flared out into your hips. Your sleep shorts rode up slightly as you settled back in, the hem barely covering the tops of your thighs.
You snuggled right back against Toji’s side, pulling the blanket over you both again, completely unaware of the effect you were having. “Mmm, that’s better,” you mumbled sleepily, your chest pressing softly into his arm as you got comfortable. The movie was just background noise now.
Toji’s entire body went rigid.
Holy fuck.
He’d been trying—god, he’d been trying so hard—not to look. But the second that hoodie came off, his eyes betrayed him. The way the tank top hugged every generous curves, the thin straps delicate against your shoulders, the way your waist looked so soft and grabbable right there under the blanket. Those tiny shorts… they left almost nothing to the imagination, high on your thighs, the fabric riding up even more as you curled closer.
His mouth went dry. Blood rushed south so fast it made him shift uncomfortably, one leg bending slightly to hide the growing strain in his pants. He forced his gaze back to the TV, jaw locked tight, but his peripheral vision was torturing him. Every breath you took made your chest rise and fall against his arm. Soft. Warm. Full. He could see the faint outline of your nipples through the thin material now that the hoodie was gone, and it took everything in him not to groan out loud.
Toji had known you since you were a baby. He’d carried you on his shoulders, teased you like a little sister for years. But that girl was gone. This was a woman, a stunning one, and pressed up against him like it was the most natural thing in the world. Trusting him. Seeing him as safe.
But he wasn’t safe. Not anymore.
His arm around you tightened just a fraction, fingers splaying wider on your back, feeling the bare skin where your tank top had ridden up. The heat radiating from your body was driving him insane. He could smell you even better now—skin, lotion, that sweet sleepy scent—and it was making his cock throb painfully against the front of his sweats.
“Careful,” he muttered, voice rougher than gravel, almost a warning to himself more than to you. “You’re gonna get cold like that.”
He swallowed hard, eyes flicking down for just a second—taking in the deep valley between your breasts, the way your waist curved in, those smooth thighs barely covered. His free hand fisted the blanket over his lap, trying to will his body under control.
But it was hard.
Really fucking hard.
You looked up at him with those big, sleepy eyes—soft, trusting, and completely guileless. The kind of look that said you still saw him as the same reliable Toji who used to swing you around by your ankles when you were little.
“I’ll be okay,” you said brightly, a small, warm smile curving your lips as you nestled even closer, your tits pressing softly against his side through the thin tank top. One of your bare thighs draped lightly over his under the blanket, skin on skin, warm and smooth.
Toji’s breath hitched.
He stared down at you, green eyes dark and intense in the flickering light of the TV. That innocent little smile, the way your cleavage spilled against him, the gentle weight of your body trusting him completely… it was torture. His cock was rock-hard now, straining painfully against his sweats, the blanket barely hiding the obvious bulge. Every tiny shift you made sent a fresh wave of heat through him.
“Yeah…?” His voice came out low and strained, rougher than usual. His large hand slid slowly down your back, stopping just above the curve of your ass, fingers pressing lightly into the bare skin where your tank top had ridden up. He could feel how small your waist was under his palm, how soft and warm you were.
He swallowed hard, Adam’s apple bobbing. “You’re killin’ me here, kid,” he muttered under his breath, so quietly you might not have caught the full weight of it. His thumb brushed a slow, absent circle against your lower back, dangerously close to the waistband of those tiny shorts.
Toji’s free hand clenched into a fist on his thigh, knuckles white. He wanted nothing more than to flip you onto your back, pull that thin tank top down, and bury his face between those perfect tits while his hands gripped your waist. Instead, he forced himself to stay still, breathing through his nose as your sleepy, trusting gaze stayed locked on his.
“You trust me, huh?” he asked, voice husky, the words carrying more meaning than you could possibly know. His eyes flicked down to your lips for a split second before returning to yours.
You frowned slightly, tilting your head as you looked up at him with those wide, sleepy eyes. His words hung in the air, confusing you. “Huh?” you murmured, voice soft and genuinely puzzled. You felt the warmth of his large hand resting heavily on your lower back—skin against skin where your tank top had ridden up—but you didn’t pull away. It was Toji. He was just being protective.
Right? Like always.
You shifted a little under the blanket, your chest brushing more firmly against his side, one strap of your tank top slipping down your shoulder. The tiny shorts rode up even higher on your thighs as you adjusted, but you remained completely unaware of how your body was pressing into him.
Toji’s jaw tightened, his green eyes darkening as he stared down at you. That little confused frown on your pretty face only made it worse. You had no idea. No fucking clue what you were doing to him.
His hand didn’t move. If anything, his palm pressed a little firmer against your bare lower back, fingers splaying wider, thumb stroking slow and deliberate just above the curve of your ass. The contrast between your soft, trusting innocence and the raging heat in his body was driving him insane. His cock throbbed hard under the blanket, aching, the thick outline clearly visible if you bothered to look down.
“You’re really askin’ me that?” he rasped, voice low and rough, almost strained. He let out a short, dark chuckle that didn’t sound quite like his usual teasing tone. “Sittin’ here lookin’ like that… pressed up against me in this little tank top and those shorts…”
His other hand came up slowly, fingers brushing a stray strand of hair behind your ear, lingering at your jaw for a second longer than necessary. His gaze dropped shamelessly to your tits before looking back up at your eyes.
“I’ve known you since you were a baby,” he muttered, thumb now tracing the line of your spine under the blanket. “But you’re not a baby anymore, are you?”
He leaned in just a fraction, his breath warm against your forehead, body heat radiating off him like a furnace. The hand on your back slid lower, bold now, cupping the top of your ass cheek under the blanket, squeezing once—firm, possessive.
“You still see me as the big brother type, huh?” His voice dropped even lower, husky and dangerous. “Keep lookin’ at me like that and I might forget how to keep actin’ like one.”
You pulled back sharply, eyes widening in shock as you stared up at him. The blanket slipped down a little between you, exposing more of your tank top and the generous curve of your breasts. “What… what do you mean?” you asked, voice small and unsteady, confusion and a flicker of nervousness mixing in your expression.
Your heart beat faster. This wasn’t the Toji you knew—the one who roughhoused with you and your brother, who called you “kid” and treated you like family. His hand was still on your lower back, heavy and warm, and now that you’d shifted away, you could feel the tension rolling off his big body in waves.
Toji let out a slow breath, his green eyes locked on yours. He didn’t remove his hand right away. His palm stayed pressed against your bare skin, thumb still tracing lazy circles, though he loosened his grip when you pulled back.
“Shit,” he muttered, voice low and rough. For a second he looked almost regretful, but the hunger in his gaze didn’t fade. “I mean exactly what I said.”
He sat up a little straighter, the blanket pooling around his waist, doing nothing to hide the very obvious, thick bulge straining against the front of his sweatpants. He didn’t bother trying to hide it anymore.
“You’re not a little girl anymore,” he continued, eyes drifting down to your chest—your nipples faintly visible through the thin fabric—before dragging back up to your face. “You’re older. Beautiful. With a body like that… sittin’ here in my lap basically, tits out, ass in those tiny shorts, trustin’ me like I’m still your big brother.”
He ran a hand through his messy dark hair, exhaling sharply. His other hand finally slid off your back, but only to rest on your thigh instead, large fingers nearly wrapping around it.
“I’ve been tryin’ real hard not to notice,” he admitted, voice dropping. “But you just took the hoodie off and crawled right into me. Smellin’ good. Feelin’ even better. And now you’re lookin’ at me with those big innocent eyes like you have no idea what you’re doin’ to me.”
Toji leaned in slightly, not crowding you, but close enough that you could feel the heat coming off him. His expression was serious, intense.
“I mean I want you,” he said bluntly, no sugarcoating. “Been wantin’ you for a while now. And havin’ you here every night, walkin’ around my apartment like this… it’s drivin’ me fucking crazy.”
He searched your face, watching for your reaction, his hand still resting warmly on your thigh under the blanket.
“So yeah… that’s what I mean.” His voice softened just a bit. “Fuck doll.. tell me what you’re thinking”.
You laughed nervously, the sound shaky and awkward as you shifted further away on the couch, pulling the blanket tighter around yourself like a shield. “Um… Uh…” Your cheeks burned. “I’m not sure my body’s all that but thanks, I guess,” you joked weakly, trying to brush it off, but the slight tremble in your voice gave away how nervous you suddenly felt.
Toji watched you carefully. His expression hardened, and he leaned in closer, ignoring the tremble in your voice. “I’m not gonna pretend I don’t want to pull you back over here and show you exactly how fucking beautiful I think you are”, He whispered, watching your eyes widen.
He waited, watching you with those sharp green eyes—patient on the surface, but the tension in his shoulders and the way his jaw stayed clenched told you he was still fighting himself hard. The air between you felt thick, charged, and very, very uncertain.
You stayed silent, lips parted, heart racing wildly in your chest. You didn’t say to stop.
That was all the permission Toji needed.
He let out a low, rough sound—half groan, half relief—and closed the distance. His mouth captured yours in a deep, sloppy, hungry kiss, nothing like the safe, brotherly Toji you’d known your whole life. His lips were firm and demanding, moving against yours with years of pent-up want. The hand on your jaw held you in place as he tilted his head, kissing you harder, tongue tracing your bottom lip before sliding inside to taste you.
“Fuck… finally,” he growled against your mouth, sending heat straight through you.
His other hand slid higher up your thigh under the blanket, gripping the soft flesh possessively as he pulled you closer. The thick, hard bulge in his sweats pressed firmly against your hip now, throbbing with need. Toji kissed filthily—deep, wet, and relentless—his broad chest pressing into your full breasts, flattening them against him through your tank top.
When he finally pulled back just enough to breathe, his forehead rested against yours, green eyes dark and heavy-lidded. His breathing was ragged.
“You have no idea how long I’ve wanted this,” he muttered, voice hoarse. One of his hands moved up to cup one of your heavy breasts through the tank top, thumb brushing over your nipple, feeling it harden instantly under his touch. “These perfect fucking tits… this body… been driving me insane every night you’ve been here.”
He kissed you again, slower this time but no less intense, squeezing your breast gently in his large palm while his other hand slipped under the hem of your shorts, fingers teasing along the edge of your panties.
“You taste fuckin’ perfect doll” he rasped against your lips. His cock twitched hard against your thigh, hot and insistent. “Let me show you right now how badly I’ve been wanting you.”
You whimpered softly into his mouth, your fingers instinctively tangling into his messy dark hair, gripping tight as the kiss deepened. Toji groaned at the tug, the sound low and hungry.
His hand slid further under your tiny shorts, fingers teasing along the edge of your panties first—slow, deliberate strokes over the fabric, feeling the growing heat and dampness there. He pulled back just enough to watch your face, green eyes burning as he finally pushed the fabric aside.
Two thick fingers pressed against your entrance, rubbing in firm circles before slowly sinking inside you.
You gasped sharply at the sudden stretch, body tensing around the intrusion. Toji’s eyes darkened with raw lust, a wicked smirk tugging at his lips.
“Fuck… that sound,” he growled, voice rough with arousal. “Love the way you gasp for me, baby.”
He didn’t go slow. His fingers started thrusting—rough, deep, and confident—curling inside you with every stroke, hitting that perfect spot that made your thighs shake. The sounds of his fingers pumping into you filled the space between you, loud and almost obscene.
You whimper, biting your lip hard enough to taste blood. He felt so fucking good, fingers thick and hot, curling inside of you so perfectly you could barely breathe.
“That’s it… good girl,” he murmured hotly against your ear, lips brushing your skin as he talked you through it. “So fucking tight. You’re squeezing my fingers so damn good. Been thinking about this tight little pussy for weeks.”
He pumped harder, thumb finding your clit and rubbing tight, fast circles while his fingers fucked into you relentlessly. Your back arched, breasts pressing harder against his chest as another whimper slipped out.
“Look at you,” Toji rasped, voice thick with satisfaction. “Takin’ my fingers like such a good little slut. You like that? Huh? My best friend’s baby sister getting finger-fucked on my couch…”
You mewl at the pure obscenity of him.
He leaned down to capture your mouth again in a messy, filthy kiss, swallowing your moans and whimpers as his fingers curled faster, nasty sounds growing louder. His free hand groped one of your heavy breasts roughly, pinching your nipple through the tank top, eliciting a gasp into his mouth that he quickly swallowed.
“C’mon, baby… let me hear you louder,” he growled against your lips, green eyes locked on your flushed face. “Moan for me while I stretch this pretty pussy open. You’re so wet… dripping down my fucking hand. That’s my perfect girl.”
You moaned helplessly, voice breaking on his name. “Toji… Feels s’ good—”
The little hiccup that followed, combined with your flushed cheeks, glassy eyes, and the way your body trembled around his fingers, did something primal to him. You looked so fucking darling—like the sweetest, most innocent thing he’d ever ruined.
“Fuck, baby…” Toji growled, eyes blazing with raw lust.
In one swift motion, he ripped the blanket off. His hands were rough and impatient as he yanked your tank top up and over your head, freeing your tits. They bounced beautifully as he tossed the fabric aside. He shoved your tiny shorts and panties down your legs in one go, practically tearing them off you. His own clothes followed—sweatpants and shirt gone in seconds—revealing his thick, heavy cock, rock-hard and leaking for you.
He pushed you flat onto your back on the couch, spreading your legs wide with his knees. No more teasing. No more patience.
Toji gripped your waist with both hands and thrust into you in one deep, brutal stroke—burying his thick cock to the hilt inside your tight, dripping pussy.
You cried out at the sudden stretch, back arching hard. He was BIG, and so deep you could almost feel him in your stomach.
“Fuuuck— that’s it,” he groaned, voice wrecked with pleasure. He didn’t give you time to adjust. He started fucking you rough—deep, powerful strokes that made the couch creak and your tits bounce with every thrust. “Take it, baby. Take every inch.” You were gasping with each thrust involuntarily.
One of his big hands stayed on your waist, pinning you down, while the other groped and squeezed your breasts, pinching your nipples as he pounded into you.
“You feel so fucking good,” he rasped, eyes locked on your face, drinking in every moan, every hiccup, every helpless expression. “So tight… so wet. Look at you—my best friend’s little sister getting her pretty pussy ruined.”
He leaned down, biting and sucking at your neck as his hips snapped harder, the wet slap of skin on skin echoing through the room. Every thrust was deep and possessive, his heavy balls slapping against you.
“Feels good, huh?” he growled against your ear, voice low and filthy. “Say it, baby. Tell me how good my cock feels stretching you open. You’re takin’ me so well… such a good fucking girl for me.”
He shifted angles, hitting that perfect spot inside you with every rough thrust, one hand sliding down to rub your clit in fast circles while he fucked you mercilessly.
“C’mon, darling… moan for me. Let me hear how much you love getting fucked by Toji.”
His pace was relentless.
You were fully lost in it now, moaning shamelessly beneath him.
“Toji—oh my god, you feel so good,” you gasped between broken moans, your voice sweet and needy. “So big… stretching me so deep—please don’t stop…”
Toji’s eyes rolled back for a second, a guttural groan ripping from his chest. “Fuck, baby… keep talking like that and I’m gonna lose it.”
He loved every word—the way your voice trembled, the way you praised his cock like it was the best thing you’d ever felt. It made him thrust harder for a few strokes, pounding you into the couch before he suddenly pulled out.
You whimpered at the loss, but he was already flipping you over with strong hands.
“On your knees, doll,” he murmured, voice thick with affection even as he manhandled you. He pulled your hips up, pressing your chest and face down into the cushions so your ass was raised high for him. “You want it from the back?”
You couldn’t even speak, babbling an incoherent yes.
He grinned wickedly. “Yeah? Begging so sweetly… how could I say no to you?”
He lined himself up and pushed back inside you in one smooth, deep thrust, burying himself to the hilt. The new angle made you cry out, fingers clutching the couch. Toji groaned loudly, hands gripping your tiny waist as he started fucking you hard—deep, powerful strokes that slapped against your ass with every thrust.
“That’s my good girl,” he praised, voice low and loving even as he railed you. One hand stroked soothingly up and down your back while the other kept a firm hold on your hip. “Taking my cock so well like this. Look at that pretty arch in your back… ass up just for me.”
He leaned over you, chest pressed to your back, lips brushing your ear as he kept that steady, brutal rhythm. “Feel good, baby? Tell me again. Tell me how much you love getting fucked from behind.”
You started sobbing—overwhelmed with pleasure, tears slipping down your cheeks as the intense feeling built higher and higher.
Toji noticed immediately. A soft, affectionate chuckle rumbled against your ear. “Aww, you crying already, baby?” he teased gently, still thrusting deep and hard but slowing just enough to kiss your shoulder lovingly. “Too much? Or does it feel too fucking good?”
He reached around to rub your clit in slow, firm circles, never stopping the roll of his hips. “Shhh, I’ve got you. Let it out, baby. Cry on my cock if you need to… you’re still doing so perfect for me. Such a sweet, sensitive little thing.”
His free hand gently wiped a tear from your cheek before gripping your hip again, pulling you back onto him with every thrust. The mix of rough, deep fucking and loving praise made your head spin.
“You’re mine tonight,” he murmured lovingly against your skin, voice husky. “Gonna fuck you through every sob, every moan… gonna make this pretty pussy cum so hard for me. I’ve got you.”
Toji was completely lost in you.
He had you folded perfectly in doggy—your face pressed into the couch cushions, back arched deep, ass up high as he pounded into you with long, brutal strokes. Every thrust made your whole body jolt forward, your heavy tits swinging beneath you, your tiny waist gripped tight in his large hands. The wet, filthy sounds of his thick cock slamming into your soaked pussy filled the room, mixed with your broken hiccups and helpless sobs.
“Fuuuck, baby…” he groaned, voice wrecked with awe. “You’re the hottest fucking thing I’ve ever seen in my life.”
He couldn’t stop staring—your tear-streaked face turned to the side, lips parted in desperate moans, eyes glassy and fucked-out. The way your ass rippled with every hard slap of his hips, the way your tight walls fluttered and clenched around him… it was driving him insane.
“Look at you,” he rasped, pounding harder, hips snapping forward relentlessly. “Crying and hiccuping on my cock like a good little slut. So fucking pretty when you’re getting fucked silly.”
Your sobs and whimpers only grew louder as he railed you, his heavy balls slapping against your clit with every deep thrust. One of his hands slid up your back and tangled in your hair, gently tugging your head back so he could hear every sound you made.
“That’s it, darling… let it all out,” he growled lovingly, never slowing down. “You’re taking me so deep. Such a perfect pussy.”
The pressure finally snapped.
You came hard around him—walls clamping down tight, body shaking violently as a broken, sobbing cry tore from your lips. Your thighs trembled, fresh tears spilling down your cheeks while you hiccuped through the overwhelming orgasm.
Toji’s eyes rolled back at the feeling.
“Fuck— that’s my girl,” he snarled, voice deep and primal. He buried himself to the hilt in one final, powerful thrust, holding you flush against him as he came.
A low, guttural growl ripped from his chest as thick, hot ropes of cum flooded deep inside you, pulsing against your cervix. He stayed buried all the way in, grinding slowly through his orgasm, making sure every drop stayed deep where it belonged.
“Take it all, baby… fuck, that’s it,” he groaned, voice hoarse with pleasure. His hands stroked your waist and back soothingly even as his cock kept twitching inside you, filling you up.
He stayed like that for a long moment, panting against your shoulder, kissing your sweat-damp skin tenderly while you both came down. His cum was already starting to leak out around his cock, but he didn’t pull out yet—keeping you stuffed full as he held your trembling body close.
“So fucking perfect,” he whispered against your ear, voice soft and reverent. “My pretty girl… fucking mine”.
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spoiled little girlfriend : gojo satoru, geto suguru
gojo was lying on your shared bed, his long legs stretched out as he sifted through some paperwork. the soft glow from the bedside lamp illuminated his sharp features, making his white hair seem even brighter against the dark sheets. he was deeply focused, his brows slightly furrowed in concentration.
you walked into the bedroom, eyes glued to your phone as you scrolled through a message or maybe a funny video that caught your attention. you didn't even notice how the soft tapping of your footsteps caught gojo's attention. he looked up from his papers, a faint smile playing on his lips as he watched you.
“baby,” you called out casually, still focused on your phone. your voice was sweet, but there was a hint of playfulness in it, like you were about to ask him for something or share a joke.
as you spoke, the sound of running water in the bathroom stopped. geto, freshly showered, stepped out with a towel draped casually around his neck. his wet hair clung to his forehead, droplets of water sliding down his neck and bare chest. he looked relaxed, his eyes warm and soft as he caught sight of you and gojo.
“yes, love?” gojo asked, his voice laced with curiosity as he watched you, his paperwork momentarily forgotten. he shifted slightly on the bed, making space for you to join him.
you bent down to the bed with your feet still touching the wooden floor. your elbows prop against the soft material while your eyes are still focusing on your phone, finger softly scroll through the screen.
“cartier just released a new necklace, look,” you said and show gojo your phone screen. gojo's eyes flick from your face to your phone, his gaze lingering on the expensive piece of jewelry displayed on the screen. his lips curl into a slight smirk as he notices your interest in the accessory, a hint of mischief in his eyes.
“looks very pretty, baby,” he replied, his voice carrying a touch of teasing, “you want me to buy it for you?” he casually set his paperwork aside, his full attention now on you and the necklace you were showing him.
you smiled brightly, your eyes lighting up with excitement as you nodded eagerly. “yes, please,” you replied, your voice soft but full of anticipation.
gojo chuckled, enjoying the eager look in your eyes as you nodded. he knew you had a penchant for pretty trinkets, and he'd often indulged you whenever you had your eye on something.
“of course, darling. anything for you,” he said, his own smile broadening at your excitement. geto, who had been silently watching the exchange from the bathroom door, raised an eyebrow in amusement. he couldn't help but chime in from the side, a teasing tone in his voice. “you're so whipped,” he remarked with a smirk.
gojo glanced at geto, his grin turning into a playful smirk. “i'm working my ass off and have all this money for what if not to spoil my girlfriend?” he replied, his tone half-serious, half-teasing.
he leaned back against the pillows, folding his arms behind his head, looking completely satisfied with himself. “besides,” he added, throwing a fond smile your way while you already engrossed by your phone, “seeing her smile like that is worth every penny.”
geto chuckled as he wiped his wet hair with the towel around his broad shoulders. he leaned against the door frame and crossed his arms over his chest, his gaze going from gojo to you before settling back on the white-haired man.
“looks like our little darling has you wrapped around her little finger,” he teased, the corner of his mouth twitching with a hint of laughter. gojo smirked back at him but didn't deny it. instead, he turned his attention back to you, his eyes warm and affectionate as he regarded you.
your focus had already shifted back to your phone as they talked, completely absorbed in the world of sparkling jewels and elegant designs. the soft glow from the screen illuminated your face, and they could see the twinkle in your eyes, like twin stars, as you scrolled through the jewelry catalog.
you were in your own world, mesmerized by the shiny things, barely registering the playful exchange between gojo and geto. a small, contented smile played on your lips as you admired each piece, your excitement palpable even in your silence.
both gojo and geto chuckled at the sight of your absorption in the jewelry catalog, finding your innocent fascination as endearing as it was amusing. gojo's smirk softened into a fond smile as he observed your reaction, watching as you became immersed in the luxurious items that filled the screen.
“look at her,” geto murmured to gojo, his voice betraying his own amusement, “always lost in the world of pretty things.”
their gazes softening as they observed your captivated expression. it was endearing how easily you got distracted by material possessions, yet they couldn't deny the genuine joy it seemed to bring to you.
geto pushed off from the door frame and walked over to the bed, his footsteps soft and silent. he sat down on the edge of the bed next to you, his towel still hanging around his neck. he leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees.
gojo spoke up, his voice smooth and laced with affection. “honey, you're gonna burn a hole through that screen the way you're staring at it.”
as geto sat down next to you, you barely noticed, still engrossed in the jewelry catalogue. gojo's words finally drew your attention back to the room, and you looked up at him, a small pout forming on your lips.
“i can't help it,” you said defensively. “they're so pretty,” you added, your eyes wandering back to your phone screen. geto chuckled softly and reached over, his hand gently taking the phone from yours. his touch was warm and light, yet firm enough to pull your focus away.
you softly protested, “hey...” your eyes followed as geto held your phone, a pout forming on your lips. “it was getting good,” you mumbled, a hint of frustration in your voice as you watched him take the phone away. your gaze lingered on the screen, clearly longing to go back to admiring the jewelry, but geto's gentle but firm hold kept you from diving back into your shiny distraction.
“i know, sweetheart, but you've been glued to that screen for so long,” geto said, his voice gentle yet authoritative. he set your phone down on the bedside table, making sure it was well-out of your reach.
gojo chuckled, enjoying the little display of rebellion in your pout and the stubbornness in your eyes. “don't worry,” he teased, “we'll make sure you get all the shiny pretty things you want.”
you opened your mouth to protest, but gojo's words took the wind out of your sails. the idea of getting all the jewelry you wanted was too tempting to resist. your pout slowly faded, replaced by a curious expression.
“all of them?” you asked, your voice soft and timid, your gaze shifted to them, a hint of skepticism in your eyes. geto smiled, a knowing smirk playing on the corner of his lips. “of course,” he reassures, “whatever your heart desires.”
you tried to hold back your smile, sucking it in for a brief moment, but the excitement was too much to contain. your eyes lit up as you finally let your smile break free, beaming brightly. “okay,” you agreed, your voice filled with happiness, the idea of getting everything you wanted making you giddy with excitement.
gojo and geto exchanged a glance, their own smiles mirroring your happiness. they loved how easy it was to make you happy. gojo chuckled, a glimmer of mischief in his eyes. “you're practically vibrating with excitement,” he teased, his hand reached out to ruffle your hair.
geto leaned in slightly, his tone serious but filled with fondness, “we'll give you everything you want, my sweetheart.”
your smile grew even wider in their words, warmth flooding your chest as you looked between them. “i’m going to wear the necklace for our anniversary,” you declared, your voice filled with excitement and affection. the thought of showing off something they got for you on such a special day made your heart flutter.
you glanced back at the phone on the bedside table, your mind already imagining how perfect it would look with your outfit. “it’s going to be perfect,” you added, your eyes shining as you thought about the upcoming celebration with them.
gojo and geto exchanged a knowing look, smiles tugging at the corners of their lips as they took in your excitement. gojo leaned back against the pillows, his eyes warm and adoring as he watched you.
“you'll look absolutely beautiful,” he said, his voice soft and affectionate, “we can't wait to see you wear it.” geto added, his own smile growing wider, “it'll be the perfect accessory to match your gorgeous dress that we'll be buying you for the occasion.”
you felt a warm flutter in your chest as gojo gently tugged on your arm, guiding you to climb onto the bed. with a soft smile, you nestled between them, the familiar comfort of being surrounded by their warmth putting you at ease. as you settled in, geto reached for your phone on the bedside table and handed it back to you, his fingers brushing lightly against yours.
“let’s find you another jewels,” geto suggested, his voice low and filled with affection as he encouraged you to continue your search. with both of them beside you, their attention fully on you, the moment felt perfect. your excitement renewed, you eagerly returned to the jewelry catalog, ready to pick out the next piece with their help.
gojo wrapped his arm around your shoulders, pulled you closer against him. his warmth emanated from his body, and you could feel it seeping into yours, while geto leaned over your shoulder, his chin resting lightly on it as he looked at the screen with you.
as you scroll through the jewelry catalog, they both chimed in, suggesting pieces here and there, offering opinions, and throwing in playful comments. every time you paused on something you liked, they made sure to remind you that they would get it for you.