juu

the sharp knocks on your front door has your heart jumping out of your chest, making your quickly wipe the tears from your face and staying absolutely still. maybe if you didn’t move they’d leave, you reason.

“y/n, open up i know you’re in there” satoru sighs, staring straight at your front door through his sunglasses. “please? just wanna make sure you’re okay sweetheart.”

satoru’s voice makes you sit up straighter, panicking to fix your appearance and hiding the mess that’s become of your living room. you’re quick to splash water on your face, hoping your eyes aren’t too red as you put on a fake smile and open the door for your boyfriend.

“toru! didn’t know you were stopping by” you grin, making sure the door stayed as closed as possible to hide the state of your apartment.

“you’d know if you replied to my texts” he snips back, pushing past you with two bags in hand and placing them on your kitchen counter.

“wha- hey!” you protest, rushing after him and trying to stop him from going any further, “sorry i was uh- i was working on some stuff and got caught up” you nod, almost believing your own lie.

“oh? what were you doing?” his tone is innocent, and the way he cocks his head at an angle makes your resolve disappear, you knew you were caught the second he knocked on your door.

satoru sees your shoulders slump and chest deflate, and when he catches your bottom lip quivering he doesn’t waste time pulling you into his chest. it’s heart wrenching as you fall apart in his arms and he struggles to keep you together in his embrace. he’s got one arm squeezing you tight and another softly rubbing your back.

“I’m right here, just let it out” he whispers, his own eyes watering as you clench your fists full of his ridiculously expensive sweater.

“work has been shit and my boss is a dick and then the deadlines and i don’t wanna be a failure and-” you’re cut off by your own sobs, unsure if satoru even understands a word you’re saying. you’re mumbling into the soft fabric, letting everything you’d bottled up out.

you don’t know when satoru had picked you up and taken you to the couch, you just hold onto him tightly as he cradles you and listens to everything you have to say. he’s silent as you calm yourself down, his grip not once loosening as he continues to rub your back.

his grip only loosens when you softly push against him, letting him know to let you go. satoru complies instantly, his firm grip softens to let you choose wether to stay on his lap or move next to him. your linger for a second before settling in the spot next to him on the couch, sniffling and thanking him for the tissue to blow your nose.

“sorry” you whisper, voice shaky as you stare at the ground.

“it’s okay” he replies, “that’s why i came, do you feel better?” you nod, he smiles softly. “do you want me to say anything about it?” his voice is gentle, there’s no judgement, just love.

you think for a second, “not right now” you sigh, biting your bottom lip to stop yourself from crying again. satoru nods, a small ‘okay’ leaving his lips as he gets up and brings you the two bags he’d walked in with.

“eat before it gets any colder” is all he says before silently moving and cleaning the living room.

“you don’t have to i was gonna get to it” you say, puffy eyes staring at him as he shakes his head, leaning down and kissing your forehead.

“let me do this for you” there’s no room for argument, that much you know. instead you nod, heart warming when you see he’d brought your comfort food for you. the action itself is enough for a sniffle to escape you.

by the time you finish your meal satoru had cleaned your entire apartment, vacuum in hand as he hands you his crewneck, shorts and fresh pair of underwear. “i already turned the water on, go shower and then we can watch some tv, yeah?”

it all seems too perfect, what did someone like you do to deserve this? to deserve him? as the hot water hits your skin you sigh, letting it run over every inch of your body and letting your mind be silent for a moment. you can hear the vacuum over the sound of the shower, and your eyes land on the crewneck he’d handed to you.

it’s the same one you always use when you go over to his house, the one you’d been eyeing to steal from him for the past month. it’s his favorite one.

when you exit the restroom, freshly showered and finally feeling a bit better you’re met with a sparkling clean apartment.

“i put the dishes to wash, changed your bedsheets and dusted a bit” satoru says, taking your dirty clothes and throwing them in the washing machine alongside your other clothes.

“you wanna stay here or go to mine?” he figures you’ve had enough of your apartment for a bit, offering the change of scenery, and he could pamper you a bit more at his place.

“can we go to yours?” you sheepishly ask, avoiding eye contact.

“of course we can love bug” he replies, practically whisking you away and into his car.

it’s the first time in two days you’d left your apartment, the fresh air hitting you, almost breathing life back into you. it’s not too long before you’re arriving at satoru’s place, and he almost immediately has you under his covers and handing you the remote.

“put whatever you want, just gonna use the restroom and change first” he smiles, kissing your cheek before heading into the restroom with a change of clothes.

you were cuddled up to satoru’s side before you knew it, creating in his cologne and letting your eyes flutter shut. his body heat bringing you more comfort than a weighted blanket ever could. you scoot closer to him, wanting to be as close to his as humanly possible and never let go.

“want me to kill your boss?” satoru smiles down at you, dimples flashing when you smack him softly.

“as much as i wanna say yes i know you’d take it literally, so no” you giggle, the sound makes satoru’s heart flutter and stomach flip.

it’s a win for satoru, seeing you relaxed and refreshed as you cuddle into his side, slowly drifting off to sleep. your breathing evens out before long, holding him tightly in place. he can’t but press a gentle kiss on your forehead, tracing your features with his eyes and committing them to memory.

satoru lets his eyes flutter closed, your steady heartbeat lulling him to sleep. after all, he has to be up before you to have a word with your boss.

"Fine." Gojo snatched his beer and chugged the rest in one go, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. The alcohol burned just enough to fuel his ego. "I'll let the biggest-looking loser here tonight fuck me. Right here, right now. That'll shut you all up."

His friends' eyes widened, but the challenge hung in the air like a dare no one expected him to actually follow through on.

Gojo pushed off the couch and prowled into the crowded party, head held high, white hair practically glowing under the shitty colored lights. For once, he wasn't scanning for the usual hot bodies grinding on the dance floor. He was looking for someone pathetic enough to make the story hilarious later but not so ugly he'd regret it.

The music grew quieter as he reached the far corner of the house, where a smaller group had claimed a beat-up couch for some lame card game. There you were.

Tall. Broad-shouldered under that oversized hoodie. Handsome in that quiet, unaware way with sharp jaw, messy hair, and those cute glasses slipping down your nose while you focused on your cards. Your nerdy friends looked just as shocked when Gojo strode straight up and wrapped long fingers around your arm.

"C'mon," he said, already tugging you away without asking your name. Your friends' mouths fell open in confusion, but Gojo didn't care.

He pulled you down the hallway, away from the noise, until the bass was just a dull thump behind closed doors. Only then did he stop, turning to face you with a lazy, predatory smirk. His bright blue eyes raked over you slowly taking in your height, the way your glasses framed your face, the surprised flush already creeping up your neck.

"Not bad," He murmured, almost to himself. "I thought I'd have to scrape the bottom of the barrel, but you... you're actually kinda hot for a nerd. Shame I never noticed you before."

Gojo stepped closer, backing you gently against the wall, his voice dropping into that smooth, teasing drawl he knew made people weak.

"Here's the deal. My friends think I can't handle 'bad dick.' So tonight, I'm letting you fuck me. No strings attached, no repeats unless you're decent, I guess." He tilted his head, lips curling. "But let's be real. I bet you'll be done in under five minutes. Try not to embarrass yourself too badly, okay? I still have a reputation to uphold."

He leaned in until his breath brushed your ear, voice low and mocking.

"Name's Gojo Satoru. Now... take me upstairs and show me what that cock can do." At that, you lifted Gojo effortlessly. His long legs instinctively wrapped around your waist, and a surprised little laugh escaped him as he felt just how strong you were. You carried him all the way down the hall and into the spare bedroom, pausing only once you’d crossed the threshold. 

Of course you knew what was about to happen. This was going to be your first time. But the second you had Gojo in your arms, every single thing you thought you’d learned from porn vanished from your head. You froze in the middle of the room, heart hammering.

Gojo noticed immediately. He scoffed, muttering under his breath just loud enough for you to hear. “Please tell me his dick is big at least…”

He pulled back slightly, eyes locked on yours with that signature cocky smirk. Without breaking eye contact, he reached down and tugged his shirt off in one smooth motion, revealing the lean, toned body underneath. You couldn’t look away. Every inch of him was unfairly perfect.

Then came the trousers. He pushed them down along with his boxers in one go, stepping out of them with casual grace. The moment he was fully bare in front of you, your mouth went dry then immediately started watering. You’d never imagined just watching a man undress could be this erotic, but Gojo had a way of making everything feel like foreplay.

He stepped closer, closing the distance until his bare chest brushed against your clothed one. His fingers made quick work of your jeans, popping the button and dragging the zipper down. He shoved both your jeans and underwear down your thighs in one go.

The second your cock sprang free, thick and heavy, Gojo’s eyes widened in genuine surprise. For a split second that arrogant mask slipped, replaced by raw, hungry shock. He let out a low, impressed whistle.

“Well… fuck,” he breathed, a slow grin spreading across his face as he quickly recovered. “You’ve been hiding that this whole time?”

Before you could even respond, he sank gracefully to his knees, eyes never leaving yours. He leaned forward, warm breath ghosting over your length as he lowered his mouth toward you. Gojo’s lips hovered just above your cock, hot breath teasing the sensitive head. He glanced up with that signature cocky smirk, eyes glittering with amusement.

He gave the thick shaft a slow, deliberate lick from base to tip. “Guess the quiet ones really do hide the biggest surprises."

He finally opened his mouth and swallowed you down smoothly, taking you surprisingly deep. The wet heat made your breath hitch and your hands tremble at your sides. Gojo hummed smugly, clearly enjoying how overwhelmed you looked as he started bobbing his head with practiced confidence.

For the first few moments you just stood there, frozen, heart pounding so hard you could feel it in your ears. This was really happening. Your first time. And Gojo Satoru - the campus playboy - was on his knees for you. The sensation was almost too much; you had to bite your lip to keep from moaning too loudly too soon.

But after a minute, the initial shock started to fade. The fantasies and hours you’d spent imagining exactly this kind of scenario… it all began flooding into your head. Your hand slowly moved to his hair, not gripping hard yet, just resting there. Gojo pulled off with a wet pop, smirking up at you.

“What’s the matter? Cat got your tongue? Or are you about to blow already?”

You swallowed hard, voice shaky. “I… I need lube. I don’t want to hurt you.”

Gojo blinked, then let out a surprised laugh. “Holy shit, you’re actually polite. Top drawer, nightstand. Hurry up.” You quickly retrieved the bottle, hands still a little clumsy as you slicked yourself up generously, then poured more onto your fingers. Gojo watched with raised eyebrows, clearly entertained by how careful you were being.

You climbed onto the bed and gently pushed him onto his back. He spread his legs with that same arrogant grace, but there was a flicker of genuine surprise when you leaned down and pressed one slick finger against his entrance.

“Easy… just relax,” You muttered, more to yourself than to him, echoing advice you’d read a hundred times.

Gojo scoffed. “I’m not the virgin here- ah!.” His voice hitched as you carefully pushed the first finger inside. You moved slowly, watching his face for any sign of discomfort, curling and scissoring while your other hand stroked his cock to keep him relaxed.

By the time you added a second finger, then a third, Gojo’s smug comments had quieted into low breaths and occasional bitten-off groans. He was tight, hotter than you’d imagined, and the way he clenched around your fingers made your cock throb painfully.

When you finally lined yourself up, the fat head of your cock pressing against his slick hole, you paused again, breathing hard. “Gojo… tell me if it’s too much.”

He rolled his eyes, though his cheeks were already faintly pink. “Just fuck me already, nerd-”

You pushed in then cutting off any annoying back chat.

The first inch made both of you gasp. He was impossibly tight, even with all the lube and prep. Gojo’s head fell back against the pillow, mouth open in a silent “oh”. You froze, fighting every instinct to thrust forward, giving him time to adjust while your hands gripped his hips hard enough to leave marks.

“F-fuck… you’re actually huge,” He hissed through gritted teeth, the usual bravado cracking just a little. “Slow- go slow, shit…”

You nodded, voice strained. “Okay… okay.” You rocked forward inch by inch, watching his face the entire time, until you were finally buried to the hilt, balls-deep inside him. The heat, the pressure, the way his walls fluttered around every thick inch was overwhelming. For a long moment you stayed completely still, panting, trying not to cum on the spot from how good it felt.

Then you started moving.

At first your thrusts were careful, shallow, testing the rhythm. Gojo let out a shaky breath, still trying to keep his smirk. “That all you got? Come on, make it quick. I’ve got class tomor-”

You snapped your hips a little harder, finally finding the angle that made his breath stutter. The nervousness slowly melted away and your pace got faster till every thrust punched right against his prostate.

Gojo’s eyes widened. “Wait- ah, fuck- right there-”

You didn’t stop. You kept that building rhythm, one hand pressing his thigh higher, opening him up more, while the other wrapped around his leaking cock, stroking him firmly but never fast enough to let him cum.

“Ten minutes?” You murmured, voice gaining confidence with every thrust. “You’re gonna need way more than that, Satoru.”

His bratty replies started dissolving. The cocky frat president who had dragged you upstairs expecting an easy win was slowly turning into a moaning, trembling mess beneath you.

“Shit.. slow down- it’s too big, ahh, fuck!”

But you didn’t slow down instead you had more long, powerful strokes that dragged against his walls and nailed his prostate on every pass. Gojo’s hands fisted the sheets, his usual sharp tongue reduced to broken gasps and whimpers.

You leaned down, glasses still perched on your nose, and growled against his ear: “Look at you. The big bad Gojo Satoru, falling apart on a virgin’s cock. Bet none of those other guys ever stretched you this deep.”

Gojo let out a wrecked moan, legs shaking as you kept pounding into him, pace relentless now that you’d found your confidence. His cock twitched hard in your hand, leaking nonstop, but you kept edging him, bringing him right to the edge only to ease off just enough to keep him desperate.

By the time you flipped him onto his stomach- ass up, face buried in the pillows-  he was barely coherent, drooling onto the sheets, legs trembling uncontrollably as you railed him from behind.

“P-please- fuck, I can’t- too much.. right there don’t stop- ah, shit, I’m gonna cum again-!” But you didn’t give him a second to recover nor to catch his breath. You gripped his narrow hips and slammed back inside in one smooth, deep thrust. The new angle let you bury even more of your thick cock into him.

Gojo’s muffled scream was immediate. His hands clawed at the sheets, body jolting forward from the force.“F-fuck ! Slow down, you fucking nerd!”

But you were past listening to his bratty demands now. The rhythm you’d found felt too good, too right. Your hips snapped forward again and again. The wet sound of skin slapping skin filled the room, mixed with the obscene squelch of lube and Gojo’s increasingly broken moans was absolutely pornographic.

You leaned over his back, one hand fisting his white hair to pull his head up just enough so you could growl into his ear: “Slow down? You were the one bragging you’d turn me into a mess in ten minutes. Look at you now, Satoru. Ass up like a desperate slut, creaming all over the sheets. ”

Gojo tried to spit out a reply, but it came out as a garbled whimper when you angled your thrusts to nail his prostate dead-on. His cock hung heavy and untouched between his legs, swinging with every brutal snap of your hips, leaking a steady stream of precum onto the bed.

You reached underneath him and wrapped your fingers around his length, stroking him in time with your thrusts again. Gojo’s whole body shuddered violently.

His hole clenched like a vice around your thick cock as he came hard. Thick ropes of cum splattered the sheets beneath him. But you didn’t stop. You fucked him straight through it, hips never faltering, drawing out every pulse of his orgasm until he was sobbing into the pillow.

“Too much- too much, please- I can’t-!”

“You can,” You said hoarsely, the glasses you still wore fogged slightly from how hard you were breathing. “You’re going to take every inch until I’m done with you. This is what you wanted, right? The biggest virgin on campus fucking you senseless?”

You pulled almost all the way out, admiring how his hole gaped and fluttered around nothing for a split second, before slamming back in to the hilt. Gojo’s legs gave out completely. He collapsed flat onto his stomach, but you just followed him down, covering his body with yours and grinding deep, rolling your hips in dirty circles that kept constant pressure on his abused prostate.

You finally let yourself chase your own release. Your thrusts grew erratic, deeper, harder, until you buried yourself as far as you could go and came with a low groan, flooding his clenching hole with pulse after pulse of hot cum. Gojo let out a wrecked cry as he felt it, his own cock twitching weakly and dribbling one last pathetic spurt onto the soaked sheets.

Even after you finished, you stayed buried inside him, gently rocking your hips to ride out the aftershocks while Gojo trembled beneath you, completely spent. You had fucked him through orgasm after orgasm, turning the campus playboy into a sobbing, creaming, dumbed-out wreck who could only babble and beg for more.

You pressed a surprisingly soft kiss to the back of his neck, murmuring against his sweat-damp skin: “…Still think you’ll be able to walk to class tomorrow?”

Gojo could only whimper in response, too fucked-out to form words.

The next morning, the frat house was unusually quiet when Gojo finally limped downstairs around noon. Every step made him wince. His neck and chest were covered in dark hickeys and bite marks, and he moved like someone who’d been thoroughly wrecked.

His frat brothers were gathered in the kitchen, smirking the second they saw him. One of them whistled low. “Damn, Gojo. You look like you got hit by a truck. How’d it go with the library nerd? Did you turn him into a mess like you promised?”

Gojo froze at the bottom of the stairs, face flushing bright red. He tried to play it cool, running a hand through his messy white hair, but the way he carefully lowered himself onto a chair  and then immediately hissed in pain gave everything away.

He buried his burning face in his arms on the table and muttered hoarsely, voice still raspy from all the moaning and screaming the night before:

“…Shut the fuck up.”

he’s squirming on your lap before you even tell him to stay still, hips twitching, cock hard and leaking against your thigh. his blindfold hides those mischievous eyes, but you can feel the fire of him trying to fight it—the part of him that doesn’t want to admit how much he needs you.

“gojo,” you murmur, dragging a finger down his chest, over his nipples, making him shiver, “stay still. you’re not allowed to move unless i say so.”

“wha—y-you’re cruel,” he whines, voice high and breathless. his hands push against your sides, trying to shift, squirm, anything to get friction that doesn’t belong to you.

you just smile, soft and patient, and hold him down with a knee against his hip. “i’m not cruel, baby. i’m being careful. you’re going to like it if you just let me take care of you.”

he groans, half-protesting, half-moan, thighs trembling. his cock leaks more onto your lap, sticky and warm, and every twitch makes your fingers itch to trace his slick, to tease him even more.

“stop squirming,” you whisper, leaning down to kiss the side of his neck, teeth grazing lightly. “you’re so needy already. look at you, whining like a little baby and dripping for me.”

“i-it’s not fair!” he gasps, back arching instinctively. “fuck, it’s too much, you’re… you’re—”

“too much for who?” you coo, hand gliding over the hard length of him through his shorts. “for me? or for you?”

his voice cracks, whining, “f-fuck, y-you—i’m gonna—”

“no, baby,” you murmur, cupping his jaw, tilting his head so your lips brush over his, “not yet. not until i say. stay full for me.”

he groans, face flushing, and his hands finally settle—helpless—on your thighs. every twitch, every little jerk of his hips presses him harder into your lap. you can feel him trying to come, trying to fight, but your hand at his chest, stroking slow circles over his nipples, keeps him right on the edge, whining like he’s being undone.

“look at you,” you murmur, voice soft, almost like a lullaby. “cock leaking, trembling… so pathetic for me already. you like being controlled, don’t you?”

“n-no, i-i—” he whines, words breaking into moans, “y-yes—fuck, y-you’re gonna—”

“shh,” you hush him with a kiss to the corner of his mouth. your other hand drags lightly down his stomach, brushing over his hard length, feeling him twitch under your touch. “stay warm for me, stay full, stay mine.”

he’s shivering now, hips jerking despite himself, whining and gasping, face hot and red, and every time you slide your fingers over him, flicking the tip just slightly, his entire body convulses.

“gojo…” you murmur against his ear, “you sound so pretty when you’re whining. don’t fight it. let me hear it all.”

he tries, his mouth opening, but it’s all breathless little noises—half-protests, half-moan, little squeaks you know he thinks he’s hiding. “f-fuck, baby, it’s—too much… i can’t—”

“yes, you can,” you whisper, stroking him through it. “you can take it, my baby. i’m right here. stay full, stay trembling, and don’t even think about coming without permission.”

he groans, whines, arches his back off your lap, and you tighten your grip on his hips, pressing him flush against you. every tug and tease sends another shiver through him, and his breath comes in short, broken pants.

“i-it hurts!” he whines, body stiff, voice cracking. “it feels—too good—i can’t—”

“i know,” you murmur, dragging your nails lightly down his side. “that’s why you’re whining. that’s why you’re mine. look at you—cock hard, leaking, shaking like a little baby.”

he’s going dumb now, face buried in your chest, every moan muffled, trembling all over. his hips jerk reflexively, but your hand keeps him exactly where you want, teasing the head, running slick down his shaft, keeping him on the brink.

“so good for me, baby,” you coo, kissing the crown of his head, brushing a hand through his hair. “you’re such a perfect little whiner. all heat and trembling, leaking for me, cock stuffed and helpless…”

he whimpers loudly now, finally letting go of all pretense, the stoic, cocky gojo completely gone. his body shakes, drooling, leaking, and every breath is little bursts of desperation and need.

“please—please—i can’t hold—” he gasps, but you shush him softly, humming against his skin. “not yet, baby. stay full. you’re mine, and i say when you come.”

his hands curl into your thighs, nails digging in, hips bucking instinctively, but he’s dumb now—shaky, helpless, completely undone under your gentle, relentless control.

his arms are wrapped around you so tight, it’s like he thinks you’re going to slip away if he lets go for even a second. satoru’s long body curls around yours, legs tangling, nose buried against the side of your throat where he won’t shut up—little sighs, whines, half-muffled please’s that make your skin warm. you’ve got him seated on your cock, snug and stretched, every inch of him filled up, and he’s losing his mind just staying still.

“don’t make me,” he groans, rocking his hips the tiniest bit, like maybe if he’s subtle enough you won’t notice. “baby, i can’t—feels so good, please, lemme move.”

you stroke his back slow, soothing, and he melts under your touch even as he kicks his feet a little in frustration. “hush. you can take it. that’s all i want right now, satoru. just you, sitting pretty and warm for me.”

he shivers, biting down on a sound that still slips out anyway. his fingers fist in your shirt, knuckles white, nails digging just enough to remind you he’s trembling on the edge. he’s not used to being denied—he’s used to moving how he wants, overwhelming you with his stamina and energy. being kept still like this makes him twitchy, makes his chest rise and fall fast, makes his cock leak against his stomach in hot, messy drops.

“you’re cruel,” he mumbles against your throat, though there’s no venom in it. it’s all breathy and ruined, like he’s half-sobbing. “you know i can’t behave, ‘m too needy. please, baby, i’ll be so good if you just let me—”

but you just hush him again, cupping his jaw and tilting his head back so you can see his face. he’s flushed, lashes damp, his mouth pouting open. he looks like a mess already, like he’s been edged for hours instead of minutes. you can feel him clenching around you, little spasms every time you whisper praise into his ear.

“look at you. so full. keeping me nice and warm. my perfect boy.”

the words make him shake harder, a broken little whine tearing out of his throat. his hips buck instinctively, but you pin him down with just a hand on his waist, firm and steady. he’s not going anywhere.

“stop—fuck, i can’t,” he gasps, head dropping onto your shoulder. “you’re gonna kill me, i can’t just sit here. i need it, i need you to—”

you kiss his temple, soft and patient, letting him squirm without giving him what he wants. “you need what i give you. and right now, i want you to wait.”

his whole body tenses at that, thighs trembling where they’re spread over yours. you can feel his cock leaking constantly, messy against both of you, and he chokes on a sob when he realizes you’re serious. he’s not cumming until you say so.

“please,” he whimpers, voice cracking, and your heart twists at how wrecked he sounds. “please, don’t make me wait. ‘m your good boy, i swear. let me move, let me cum—just once, baby, please.”

but you just stroke his hair, keep him pinned down, and feel every desperate shiver run through him as he clings tighter, burying his face in your neck like if he hides there maybe you’ll give in.

he’s needy, touch-starved, trembling everywhere. and he’s not going anywhere until you decide he’s earned it.

you’ve been seated on his cock for so long that you can feel the way it twitches with every beat of his pulse, swollen and aching inside you, begging for friction. and gojo—cocky, smug, untouchable gojo—is reduced to this: a trembling mess who can’t stop pawing at you, mouthing at your collarbone like a man desperate for water.

“please,” he breathes, his voice cracking, “please just a little, baby, i’ll be so good, promise.”

your hand strokes slowly through his hair, smoothing down messy strands as if you’re calming a child. “mm, you said that last time. and what happened?”

his whole body jerks, because he remembers—he begged and cried and still came without permission, ruining himself all over your thighs. he groans into your neck, muffling the sound, but his hips still twitch helplessly under you.

you clench around him deliberately, and his grip on you tightens like he’s afraid you’ll slip away. “fuck, fuck, don’t do that,” he gasps, eyes squeezing shut.

“don’t do what?” you ask, voice soft, teasing, almost cruel in its gentleness.

he shakes his head, panting, unable to answer, because everything is too much. the warmth of you around him, the way you don’t move, the way your body holds him still. he’s unraveling thread by thread, and all you’ve done is sit pretty and let him suffer in your arms.

his hands slide down your back, clutching at your hips, and you catch them before he can lift you. “no moving,” you murmur, pressing them flat against your stomach so he can feel where he sits inside you. “you stay right here, okay? nice and full. i like you like this.”

gojo shudders, moans, his breath hot against your skin. “i can’t,” he whines, the pitch of his voice higher than usual, fragile. “it’s too much.”

you tilt his chin up so you can look at him, at the tear-bright shimmer in his eyes, the flushed desperation painting his face. “you can. you will. my pretty boy can take it.”

the praise makes his lips part on a broken sound, his hips bucking once before you squeeze his face gently to still him. he nods frantically, messy strands of hair falling into his eyes, his whole body trembling against yours as if agreeing is the only thing keeping him together.

“that’s it,” you whisper, rocking your body just enough to make him sob, “just let me hold you like this. let me make you feel good by not letting you have it yet. you need to learn patience, baby.”

gojo clings tighter, burying his face against your throat, his body so hot it feels feverish. every little whimper is muffled into your skin, every plea cut off by his own need to hide his face.

and all the while, his cock throbs inside you, leaking, twitching, caught in that endless torment of being right there—so close, so warm, so unbearably good—without relief. he’s drowning in it, in you, in the way you keep him.

he doesn’t realize he’s drooling until you tilt his head back again, thumb swiping along the corner of his lips. “look at you,” you hum, eyes tender even as your tone carries that lilt of command, “my strongest sorcerer, falling apart just from being kept warm. i should keep you like this all night.”

the thought alone makes him whimper brokenly, and when you kiss the corner of his mouth, he melts completely, a needy, touch-starved mess.

xxxxx

his whines break into something sharper, hips twitching up when they’re not supposed to. your eyes snap open and you catch the flush running high across his cheeks, sweat beading his temple, his whole body trembling like he’s holding on by a thread. and then—oh no—he gasps, that high-pitched, needy sound, and you feel it, hot and sticky spreading inside you before he even realizes what he’s done.

“satoru.” your voice is low, warning.

he freezes instantly, like a kid caught with his hand in the cookie jar. wide blue eyes blink at you, pupils blown, lips parted as his chest rises and falls like he’s just run a marathon. he’s still sheathed so deep inside, twitching, pulsing, giving him away even though he desperately shakes his head.

“i—I didn’t mean to—” he stammers, words tumbling out fast, a panicked whine threading through every syllable. “it just—fuck, it felt s’good, you were so warm, i couldn’t—couldn’t hold it—”

your fingers curl tighter in his messy hair, tugging his head back so he has to look up at you. his breath hitches, throat bobbing as he swallows hard.

“you broke the rule,” you murmur, slow and deliberate, and the way his lashes flutter at the tone makes your lips twitch despite yourself.

“n-no, i didn’t—well, i…” he’s already falling apart, excuses collapsing before they can even form. “i tried! i really tried! ‘m sorry, baby, please don’t—don’t be mad—”

his hands clutch at you, restless, one gripping your waist like you’ll disappear if he lets go, the other dragging up to press against your chest as though he can anchor himself there. he’s still moving, not his hips, but little shifts, little clenching spasms that make you oh-so-aware of just how badly he lost control.

you tilt his chin up, and his lower lip trembles. he looks ruined, sweaty hair sticking to his forehead, pupils blown out, desperate to please but already so far gone he’s choking on his own apology.

“what am i going to do with you, hm?”

his breath catches again, tears shining at the corners of his eyes. “anything. you can—anything you want, just—don’t stop touching me, please—”

needy little baby. and he knows it.

“So you don’t want me to ride you, okay then,” you taunt, getting away from him. Geto’s large hands grab your hips and pull you back down and you’re sitting on his stomach, his dark happy trail scruffing against your slick cunt. 

“No-o! Don’t go,” your boyfriend pants, his face turning redder by the moment.

“You’re forgetting your manners, Sugu,” you coo with a strict face.

“Don’t go, please,” He says, his already fucked out face tempting you. Has he gotten his fucked out just by me sitting on his face? His messy hair only adds to his charm, tied up to keep it away from being pulled by your knees on either side of his head.

“Aw, I don’t know, ” you pull his hair out of the messy bun, playing with it as you pretend to think. “You hadn’t been the most welcoming of this.”

“You promise-” You flick his nipple, and his words turn into a quiet gasp. You love the sound of his voice, especially now that he is so needy. You wonder if he knew you’d like this too much, which is why he wasn’t letting you top him - until now. “My love, please,”

“Do you really want it that bad, baby?” you tease. “I can’t hear you clearly.”

“Please, please, please,” he pleads, a pout on his face and pretty eyes staring right up at you. “My love, please.”

“Please what, Suguru?” you say, seeing why Suguru enjoys topping you so much. It’s so hot to see him begging you to give him relief, to see him looked fucked out because of you - it’s turning you on even more than you already were. Hearing him beg for you to sit on his face had been great, but this was better.

“Please ride me, my love,” he begs, a crease forming between his usually relaxed brows. He looks so beautiful like this - hair messy and flushed face looking fucked out - his nose, and chin glisten from your slick, lips swollen from how he had been making out with your cunt. “Please, use me for you pleasure,”

“Aw, do you really want me so bad?” You tease, and he nods furiously with the adorable pout on his face. Was he afraid of how much he’d enjoy this?

You finally put his suffering to an end, taking his cock and pushing it into your wet cunt, gasping at the full feeling even just the tip of his pretty cock brought. Even with your orgasm not so long ago, you have to be slow in sinking down, giving yourself time to adjust to his size. You force your eyes to stay open, watching how Suguru’s pretty face looks with his mouth hung open in a silent oh and eyes squeezed shut in bliss. The rise and fall of his chest is temptation incarnate - you pinch his nipple in one hand and nibble on the other, and the moan you receive in response is one that you will never forget.

You’re still for a while, and the flushed Suguru finally opens his pretty eyes to look at you, sitting prettily on his cock, a feline grin on your face. You lean down, breasts brushing against his chest as you plant kisses on his neck and jaw, nipping here and there. “Aww, you pretty baby,” you coo, enjoying teasing him. His grip on your hips tighten - you wonder how long he will hold himself back from all of your teasing. You grind your hips in a back and forth motion, and his groan goes right from your ear to your cunt, clenching around him deliciously.

“Stop teasing me,” he whimpers, the sound sending shivers down your spine.

“Oh, poor baby,” you tease, “Is it not fun to be teased?”

He pouts, whimpering again when you clench around him, slick and pre gathering at the base of his cock. His pretty eyes fly between your eyes and your cunt swallowing him whole, unable to decide where to look at. Suguru looks so cute - you can’t help but kiss him, a kiss which he fervently returns. You tangle your fingers in his hair and tug at it just the way he likes it. With your other hand, you move his hands to your ass, loving the way he plays with your flesh.

Suguru lets out a sound - downright a growl as you give him the freedom to knead your ass, and he does - he plays with it so good you almost let up your control.

“Mo-oove, please,” he pleads, neck and face a lovely shade of red. 

“Pretty please?,” you tease, 

“Pretty please, my love,” he relents, giving you puppy eyes that you didn’t know he was capable of. The sight of it is so beautiful you involuntarily give in, and start finding your pace on top of him. Your head falls back once you find the right pace and rhythm, feeling his mushroom tip hit against your sweet spot just the right way, still sensitive from your previous high. It’s mind numbing, but you force yourself to look down at your boyfriend, giving him your best sultry eyes.

He’s lost in his own world, gasping and whimpering at your pace, which bullies his cock just right, your weight on him as you use him to your pleasure, the way your delicious body moves against him, the wet squelch coming from where the two of you were connected, it’s all too much, and the only thing holding him back is the flesh of your ass in his big hands.

His brain short circuits when you move your hands to this throat from his chest, squeezing his neck just enough to make breathing a little difficult, the way your cunt presses against his pubic bone, swallowing him whole - it’s electrifying, setting his nerves on fire, and he can’t help but plead, “please, please, please” he don’t know what he is pleading for, but you do - and when your movement quickens, and your left hand leaves his neck to play with your tits.

He knew it would be too much for him, too much for him to see you lose your mind while riding him, using him as nothing but a means of your pleasure. It’s dizzying, but he forces his eyes to stay open, to drink in the sight of you, but all that does is make the knot in his stomach tighten. You’re like a goddess of the heavens blessing a mere earthling like him with your magnificent body. The pace of your hips stutters a bit and you clench around him - both his dick and the hand on his neck squeezing it tighter.

“I’m close,” he whimpers, the knot in his stomach threatening to snap.

“Cum baby, come for me,” you look down at him, hair messy, lips bitten raw and red, eyes ready to combust him on the spot.

As if on cue, the knot in his stomach snaps, and he releases inside of your snug walls, your slick and his cum slipping out as you don’t relent on your pace, continuing to use him to chase your second high. He nearly curls onto himself as the overstimulation kicks in, your walls gripping his sensitive cock like a vice and your hands on his chest, playing with his very sensitive nipples.

You continue the sweet torture through his pleas and gasps, not stopping till you reach your own second high, walls getting impossibly tighter around his cock, his whimpers push you over the edge, and you have no thoughts in your head save for calls of his name. You back arches, pushing your clit just right against his pubic bone, you cry out his name as you slow down the motion of your hips, thoroughly exhausted and ready to drop.

“You did so good for me, baby,” you force yourself to remain sitting, gently cradling a twitching Suguru’s head in your hand. You run your hands through his silky hair and kiss him on the forehead, waiting for his overstimulation to die down before getting off him.

You drop next to him on the bed, and he is quick to pull you into his embrace, still sounding out of breath as he says, “I think you killed me a little, pretty girl.”

You giggle, kissing the tip of his nose, and he returns the affection, kissing all over your face and barely letting you speak. “And I am unable to feel my legs,”

“I’ll clean you up in a bit,” he promises, snuggling closer to you, nose buried in your neck. “You know what, we should do this more often,”

“Of course,” you say, giggling. “You were the one who was so adamantly  against it, not me!”

“And you’ve taught me my lesson, pretty girl,” he relents, purring in your ear. “I’d let you use me anytime,”

“Stop saying things like that, I’m enjoying this way too much,” you giggle, caressing his back. Both your hair is a mess, but you are too exhausted to do anything but sleep. You’ll worry about your sweaty hair later.

“Love you so much, pretty girl,” his smooth voice whispers. “You’re so perfect,”

“Love you too, baby,” you whisper to him, already feeling the embrace of sleep.

‘’I freaking hate biology.’’ You whined, slumping back into your seat. Wishing you were anywhere but here. Well, you did like spending time with your cute little boyfriend. The ‘’him making you study’’ part is what didn't sit right with you. How was it any of his concern?

H/n was an academic weapon which couldn't be said about you. University was the weapon formed against you. No one told you that your course of study would require you to study a lot of biology. Understand every detail of systems that didn't interest you. He was perfect in every subject, having been so since you two got to know each other, and he never failed to amaze you. He always had straight A's and somehow had the time to help you get A's too. He was just too perfect for your own good.

He giggled, leaning over to see what you had given up on. Biology was hard. And trying to understand the molecular process of photosynthesis made you want to run away and never look back.

Let's just ignore the fact that you had been introduced to the topic today and hadn't even looked at your study sheet properly. Your boyfriend called it, telling you to sit down and focus. ‘’It's not that hard once you understand.’’ He spoke softly, bumping your shoulder playfully. ‘’But you'll have to try first. And then you can give up if you want to.’’ He pressed a kiss to your head, staring at you expectantly before you averted your gaze back to your study sheet.

Okay. You should try. It couldn't be that hard, right? So you started reading, highlighting important passages, taking notes, linking the multiple sub-processes, and navigating your way through photosynthesis. But at some point, you were lost and couldn't find your way back in.

‘’This is stupid. Some guy has nothing better to do than to sit there and figure out what plants do all day and now I need to suffer because he couldn't just get a job like a normal person?!’’ You asked, slightly irritated as you browsed through your notes trying to find something, anything that could make you understand better.

‘’Rome wasn't built in a day, you know?’’ He spoke, not looking at you, focused on his math homework in front of him. He looked so serious, glasses pushed up the bridge of his nose, teeth digging into his lower lip helping him concentrate, fiddling with a pen in his hand. Then he glanced at you, giving you a little smile. ‘’Take it one step at a time. Try understanding one process fully before heading on to the next.’’

He was so patient with you. Caring. Slow to anger. Gentle. These qualities were among the million reasons you fell in love with him. His eyes wandered back to his work as his hand reached for you, resting on your back, running up and down to soothe you. Some time later, you had understood half of it, written down everything you knew and studied thoroughly, deciding you'd call it a day and study the rest the next day.

He praised you, telling you you did very well. Which you did. And he himself would take a break from studying too. You two decided on having something small to eat before he rushed to the bathroom to take a shower. He wanted to get it out of the way so that he could study in peace.

So, while he was taking a well-deserved shower, you were going through his room. Doing anything but studying. You went through the files on his table, through his study sheets that looked like a foreign language paper, and looked at the pictures hanging on his wall with his family, friends, and many of your pictures. And you had to smile at that.

Then you went through his closet, looking through his clothes. ‘’Baby,’’ you called out, waiting for him to respond through the heavy water falling.

‘’I will be out in a bit.’’ He answered, thinking you missed him.

‘’Should I lay out your clothes for you?’’

‘’No, that won't be necessary.’’

You shrugged, doing it anyway. I'm such a good girlfriend, you thought to yourself. You laid out his pyjamas in the bathroom neatly before rushing back into his room to continue invading his privacy.

And then, you came across something interesting.

A box. Unlabelled, bland, as if you weren't supposed to find it. Hid behind a pile of clothes. You frowned, bending down to reach for it. You carried it towards his bed, resting it on the floor in front of it. And then, you opened it.

And what you saw surprised you.

‘’Huh.’’ You huffed, a grin making its way onto your face. This was great. You'd have so much fun teasing him. The box was full of toys. Vibrators, buttplugs, cockrings, dildos and more. You chuckled, grabbing a very big dildo. Probably the biggest you had ever held in your hands.

‘’Babe? You're quiet, what's up?'' He knew you so well. Whenever you were quiet, he panicked. Because that meant you had found something to entertain you. He slammed open the door, eyes going wide when he saw you inspecting said dildo.

His face twisted into one of discomfort, embarrassment. Oh, he was so embarrassed. He rushed towards you in two long strides, trying to grab the toy, to no avail. You pulled it away right in front of his eyes, while your eyes were glued to it.

Then, you smiled. ‘’I almost feel insulted.’’ You chuckled, measuring it with your fingers. ‘’This thing is bigger than my strap.’’

‘’Sh-Shut up!’’

You smirked, standing up, walking over to his desk where you two were studying earlier. The closet you just rummaged through was right next to it, the other side was only blocked by a wall, and you pressed the suction side of the dildo against it, pinning it there. Then, you dug in your pocket, removing something you threw at him immediately.

And he caught it, still nervous. It was a pair of panties in your favourite colour. You nodded a motion for him to put on the panties. And he did, taking off his comfortable pyjama pants, alongside his boxers, ordering you to turn around before he did so, and put them on. When you were allowed to look at him again, he was wearing them. Hiding his crotch area. You got some lube from the box too and sat back down on the chair at his desk, motioning for him to come your way. And he did, sitting in your lap. You smiled up at him, wrapping your arms around his waist, one hand managing to slide lower and lower. He stopped you, trying to look as scary as he possibly could. But that wouldn't stop you from embarrassing him some more.

You reached for the table, grabbing a bottle of lube you had attained just a few minutes prior. You lubed up two fingers, slipping them right into his panties, pushing past his rear, drawing out a breathy whine from him as you reached deep, stretching him for what was about to come. He let his head drop, hands wrapped around your neck as the squelching noises became louder the more pressure you used on his prostate. He clung to you, nails digging into your shoulders, biting down on his lower lip, trying to muffle his moans. But when you added a third finger he was done for. The moans, whimpers, and cries spilt out of him; his dick twitched against you.He was close, you could tell.But then you pulled out. Just when he was starting to feel very good.

He looked at your tear-stained eyes, glaring at you. You spanked him once, telling him to get up. And he did, reluctantly, getting off your lap. You stood up too, getting your strap you kept in your bag. And you knew what he wanted to say. You were a pervert. But he wasn't in a position to talk right now.

You stood in front of him, making him bend over and take the toy hanging off the wall. When he bottomed out, he shrieked, legs shaking with the toy inside him. You positioned yourself right in front of his face, smacking your strap against his cheek.He knew what that meant.

He opened his mouth wide, letting you push it down his throat as he moved on the toy subtly. His eyes were glazed with tears, looking up at you desperately while he continued gagging on the toy. And you could have sworn you could feel his mouth wrapped around you, tongue licking at your tip.He looked so sexy.

But he came way too fast. Not even a few seconds later, he squeezed his eyes shut, stopping all movements for a second as his dick twitched and shot out streaks of cum. You frowned, pulling out of his mouth, as he let the toy fall out of him. You leaned down, inspecting his dick.

You were shocked and slapped his dick softly and he flinched. ‘’Is it that good?’’ No reply. And then you smiled. ‘’Do you use it while seeing me?’’

He didn't answer, whining instead.You chuckled, telling him to get on the bed. And he did, head resting on the pillow leaning against the headboard. He spread his legs immediately as you moved between them, lubing up your strap. Then you ground against the fabric of his panties, which was creating a barrier between you two.And he was so over it.

So needy.

So desperate.

He needed you to put it in right now.

‘’Aww, are your panties in the way?’’

He nodded haptically, and you released him from his misery, pushing the panties to the side and pushing your strap right in. His whole body fluttered around you, and his head sank into the pillow, eyes rolling back into the back of his head. It felt so good.

Too good.

When you pushed his legs up to his shoulders, his brain turned into mush. With you drilling into him, whispering sweet nothings into his ears, it didn't take much for him to lose his mind. His toes curled, nails digging into his shoulders as he clung to you for dear life, trying not to lose himself completely.

‘’R-Right there… Yes!’’

‘’You like me ramming into you like this?’’

He nodded again, tears streaming down his face as he puckered his lips. ‘’K-Kiss…’’ He whimpered, begging for a kiss. And you complied, leaning down and pulling him into a soft kiss. And that's when he came. Painting both of your bellies white.

‘’You did so well.’’ You whispered.

-

''Hey there, beautiful.'' Was the first thing you heard after opening the door. It came muffled, seeing as Gojo was leaning against your doorframe, with a single rose pressed between his lips. His hands reached up to grab it and he handed it to you with that smug grin on his face.

He was such a dork. And unfortunately, you had a weakness for dorks. So you let him, stepping aside as he strutted past you and you shut the door behind him. He looked around, right after taking off his shoes and you telling him he could sit on your couch. Plumping down on it, he smiled up at you as you brought him some water to drink.

''So, what are you doing here?'' You asked, sitting down in the spot next to him.

''What? Can't I miss my girl?''

You scoffed. ''Your girl? Last time I checked, we went on our first date night.''

''Yeah, and I've never seen someone the day after I went on a date with them.'' He looked up, frowning as he thought about it. Which didn't take long since you were the first date he has had in a while. You might even say the first date ever.

''You've never been on a date, period.''

He pouted, lips jutting out in the most dramatic way, like you had wounded him deeply. “I have some experience,” He muttered, tilting his chin up like it gave him any authority over you or the situation.

You raised a single brow. You were quite unimpressed. “Is that so?”

He paused for a moment. Then he shrugged. “... Okay, fine, I might not have that much experience.” He slumped against the back of your living room couch, rubbing the back of his neck sheepishly. “Not like that, anyway.”

You leaned in a little, eyes narrowing with amused interest. “Not like what?”

He glanced at you for a beat, then looked away again. His ears turned a little pink. “You know… Physical experience. Intimacy.”

You watched him fidget with his fingers in his lap. That cocky way of his, so effortless last night, was unravelling faster than you had expected under your gaze.

“I came to that conclusion last night,” You spoke calmly, leaning back and crossing your legs. “The way you walked in here like you were ready to charm your way into my panties. Rookie mistake.”

He laughed nervously. “I was not trying to get into your panties.”

“You wore cologne.”

He groaned, covering his face with his hands. Oh, he was embarrassed. “Shit. I wanted to impress you.”

“You did,” You said coolly. “Just not in the way you think.”

That made him peek at you between his fingers. “Really?”

You nodded. “I like how bold you are… Even if you’re a complete virgin.”

He gasped, pulling his hands down. “Y-You didn’t have to say it like that!”

You smirked. “Why not? It’s the truth.”

He tried to puff up his chest. “Well, I might be new to all this, but I’m not scared of it.”

“Good,” You answered, standing up. “Then take off your clothes and get on the bed.”

His eyes widened. “Wait... Wait, seriously?”

“I’m not going to ask you a second time.”

He swallowed. Hard. But stood up, walked to your room, and got to work. He stripped slowly, shyly, shoulders rolled in, and a blush ran over his skin. His dick was already half-hard, twitching as you watched him take off his clothes.

You loved his body.

“Hands on the headboard,” You instructed, walking over with cuffs in your hands.

He obeyed, trembling as the cold metal snapped around his wrists.He looked up at you, nervous and excited all at once. “You’re really going to t-tie me up?”

You leaned down, lips brushing against the shell of his ear, making a shiver run down his spine, causing him to flinch.

“I’m going to ruin you today.”

He was already trembling under you. Wrists cuffed to the headboard, body stretched and vulnerable, his breath hitched every time your fingers so much as ghosted over his skin.

You crawled between his thighs, hands spreading his legs apart. He flushed from chest to ears, eyes wide and glassy. His dick twitched as you leaned in, your warm breath brushing the tip. “You okay there, sweetheart?” You asked, lips barely a whisper away from his.

He nodded too quickly. “Y-Yeah. Just... Yeah. Please...”

You didn’t touch him, not yet. You just let your tongue flick across your bottom lip slowly, as you stared down at him.

“Please what?” You asked, voice calm. Steady. Teasing. A smirk making it's way on to your face.

“Please… Touch me,” He whimpered. “I-I wanna feel you. Please…”

Your smirk deepened. “Manners, sweetie.”

“Please, m-mommy,” He corrected, cheeks burning.

You rewarded him with a soft kiss to his leaking tip. He jolted, whining as your lips parted and slowly, slowly took him into your mouth.

“F-Fuck,” He gasped, his arms pulling at the cuffs instinctively. “Oh my God... Your mouth is so-!”

You didn’t respond to him. Just sank deeper, letting his dick fill your throat bit by bit. He was leaking already, his hips twitching. You flattened your tongue, hollowed your cheeks, and bobbed your head slowly. Not to make him cum. Just to make him need to cum.

And it worked. It didn’t take long before he was whimpering, back arching off the bed.

“I’m-I’m going to-” He cried, voice cracking. You stopped. Pulled off with a wet pop and stared at him as he panted, dick throbbing in the air. He blinked up at you in confusion. “W-Why did you stop? I was so close-”

“I know.” You licked your lips slowly. “That was the point.”

His eyes welled up immediately. “T-That’s so mean,” He whined, bucking his hips in the air for any friction. “Please, it hurts-”

“Hurts good, doesn’t it?” You whispered, gripping the base of his cock and giving it one firm stroke. He cried out again, hips lifting. You let go. Tears slipped down his cheeks. His dick pulsed, angry and red. Dripping.

“First time and you’re already crying,” you cooed softly, leaning in to press a kiss to his trembling stomach. “You’re such a sensitive little thing, aren’t you?”

He whimpered. “Let me cum. Please, I-I’ll be good, I swear!”

When he laughs, his puckered hole quivers and the sight entrances you out of your fears. The fake cockhead kisses the hole, circling and pushing in slightly just to test the waters. Still a little cold, your boyfriend jolts at the odd sensation of the strawberry-flavoured lube aiding the mouth-watering rubbing of the fake cock against every sensitive nerve ending in his most vulnerable area. 

Satoru lets out a breathy moan. Then, inch by inch, he’s taking it all in like a pro — he’s even got a perfect arch you can’t help but run your nails down, teasing him. 

“Woah,” he says, feeling insanely full when you bottom out with no problems. “This is what you feel every time? I just gained a n-new —hngh, ooh that’s in deep, baby—newfound respect for you.”

Admittedly, you’re enjoying this more than you thought you would. There’s something about bringing the strongest sorcerer to his knees, watching his adorable, pink hole flutter around a cock, albeit a fake one, and seeing a blush erupt all over his pristine, pale skin. He’s moaning like crazy, pushing back ever so slightly like he can’t help it. 

“Feel good, Toru?”

He groans and squeezes down. Hard. “D-don’t. Ha, don’t talk like that.”

“Like what, baby?”

“Like that. It’s got my dick leaking l-like crazy. Ah, I don’t think I’ll —oh, damnnn— l-last very long. Not when you’re fucking me so good, baby. K-knew you’d be a natural at -ngh!- this. I love you so so soooo much. You're a champ.”

And he’s right: he doesn’t last very long at all. Satoru shoots out ropes and ropes of pearlescent cum all over his stomach and the satin sheets, body shaking from the heavenly sparks of delectable lightning emanating from deep inside of him, and you swear he even whimpers in the midst of his fierce orgasm. 

Giggling, you wrap your hand around his super sensitive cock, loving the way it pulses in your grip. Like a reflex, he thrusts forward, keen to milk himself for all he's worth. He can't get enough of the feel of you, and darn it if he doesn't wish he could feel your real cock inside of him instead of a silicon one. "Oh, fuuuuck, that was a good one."

Slumped on the bed in front of you, you let him reorient himself — he gets mean when he doesn't get a break in between orgasms. You're mulling the last ten minutes, thinking that the blue dildo looked great against his pale skin, that it did somehow come naturally to you, and that it was oddly enjoyable. There was a notch in the strap that was rubbing your clit just right, and if he had lasted longer, despite the aching in your hips from the unusual movements, you totally would have orgasmed. 

"Would it be too," he breathes out, sentence fragmented by a sudden shudder, "t-too much to call you mommy? 'Cause it kinda feels right."

"Shut up, you dork."

It takes only mere seconds for him to ask for another round once the wave of pleasure subsides, the dildo still lodged deep, held tight by his gummy walls. And you're not hesistant either to oblige. After all, he's worked so hard; he deserves this. 

“H-hey, do me against a mirror. I wanna see how pretty you look.”

You roll your eyes. “You mean, you want to see yourself.”

A grin creeps its way onto his face, which you feel more than you see. “I can multitask — that’s what the Six Eyes are for, baby.”

sungchan

No matter the situation, Sungchan will always pause to check who the call is from. If it’s not urgent but still from someone he’s close with, he will literally type out a text telling them that he’ll call them back, all while he’s still inside you, which can be both humorous and frustrating. And if the call is at all work related, he’s 100% answering it then and there. While he’s on the phone, I can see him continuing to gently rock his hips in and out of you, trying to keep both of your budding orgasms from completely dying off. If you start to moan, he’ll sweetly lay a finger over your lips as a silent reminder that there’s someone who could potentially be listening. Whenever he feels compelled to do so, he’ll let out a tired sounding sigh in lieu of the moan he's supressing. The only situation in which he’ll stop completely is if you start to tease him, perhaps by backing your hips on him roughly in the doggy-style position, forcing him to hold you still with a rough grip of his fingers over your hip, as he’s fearful of being heard. If the call starts to drag on, he’ll eventually pull out of you in recognition of there being no chance for the two of you to simply jump back in as if nothing happened. Once the call is over, it might take him a second to get back into the swing of things after being distracted.

If the call is from your phone, he’ll completely ignore it regardless of if you answer it or not, continuing to fuck you at the same pace anyway. You’ll have to place a hand on his stomach to silently urge him to stop so that you don't moan into the phone. Although he’s patient in waiting until you’re off the phone to fuck you again, he won’t be able to resist the urge to kiss you all over your neck and shoulders, too turned on to remain completely still. I could also see him lowering himself towards your face, lowkey listening in on your conversation to see what’s taking so long. 

eunseok

Eunseok’s got quite the sense of humor. If you get a phone call, he’ll encourage you to answer it, and then purposefully fuck you harder to see if he can get you to make a sound. Even if you tell him to stop fucking you, his teasing will be endless — he’ll switch gears to circling your nipples, rubbing your clit, doing anything he can to distract you from whoever you’re talking to, and getting a kick out of it the entire time. He’ll even be as bold as to ask you things like, “Can you feel my dick in your stomach?” in his full voice, all while you’re still on the phone and whispering in embarrassment for him to stop. If the call goes on for a long time, I could see him being so bored and desperate for your attention that he’ll literally pull out and walk over to where your head is, proceeding to silently jack off in front of your face; he’s trying to be funny and clever but he’d also love it if you matched his freak and popped him in your mouth, even if only briefly.

On the other hand, if he got a phone call, his reaction is to check who it is, roll his eyes, and then immediately put his phone on DND regardless of who it is, throwing the phone somewhere and ultimately ignoring it until he’s done. He’s able to convince himself that the call just can’t be that important to justify him cutting the sex short. 

wonbin

Wonbin is so intense when he’s in the throes of sex, so it would be hugely disorienting for him to hear the sound of a phone ringing. Before he even knows whose phone it is, he’d immediately direct his partners gaze back to his with a hand on their jaw, begging them not to answer it and to stay present with him. Even in a situation where the phone just will not stop going off, Wonbin is honestly the type to legit not even check it until both of you are finished and satisfied. If his partner decides to answer their phone despite his pleas, he’d be all pouty watching them talk, all while remaining completely still inside of them. As the call starts to drag on, he may start to caress your thighs and torso affectionately, subtly urging you to remember that you’re in the middle of having sex and to therefore make efforts to wrap up the call. He’s such a brat that even after you’ve gotten off the phone, he’ll behave as if he’s genuinely mad and not even look at you until you’ve coaxed him into pliancy with lots of compliments and apologies. He just wants all of your attention on him at all times, but especially while you're fucking.

sohee

Sohee will not be able to ignore it if either of your phones go off; the sound of it ringing is simply too much of a distraction. In many cases, it’s actually him having to convince you to answer your phone, or at least check it, to ensure that it doesn’t go off again. While you answer it, he’ll be sort-of playful in mouthing silent questions to you like, “who is it?” and “what’s taking so long?” Eventually, boredom and impatience will motivate him to start gesturing towards his crotch, trying to communicate that he is very much hard and pulsing inside of you right now and kind of needs you to do something about it. He’d even be as bold as to take initiative in lifting your hips so that you’re forced to sink down on his cock. It’ll cause him to moan a little, forgetting that you’re still on the phone. It’ll be such a relief for him when you finally hang up and continue riding the life out of him as if there hasn’t been a lapse in time at all. 

When it’s his phone going off, he’ll always check it, and if it's from someone important, he’ll feel compelled to answer. While talking on the phone, he’ll try to hold you still, but if you still manage to tease him anyway, whether by wiggling your hips or by bouncing on him just slightly, he’ll be unable to hold back the giggles that come out as a reaction to how good you are at working him up; he’ll legit have to raise the phone high above his head so that he can’t be heard. He'll either end up pulling out of you and withdrawing entirely, or muting the phone so that he can half-playfully, half-seriously urge you to stop. He’s simply too embarrassed at the thought of the person on the phone hearing him moan and knowing what he’s up to.

anton

If it’s your phone that goes off, Anton will be courteous in asking whether you want him to stop so you can answer it. If you say no, he won’t question it and will keep going as normal. If you say yes, he’ll be a complete gentleman in allowing you to conduct your phone call without distraction, not moving by even an inch despite his body desperately urging him to. If it’s his phone that goes off, he’ll always check who it’s from, and usually might go through a sort of moral dilemma as he tries to decide whether it’s more important for him to answer it or keep fucking you. This can be a little frustrating for you, his partner, who was quite literally inches away from their orgasm and kind of needs him to make a decision instead of just remaining still. If he decides not to answer it, the thought of the call potentially being important will weigh heavy on his mind, and you’ll be able to tell even as he continues fucking you that he’s not fully present. In many cases, it’ll be you who ultimately urges him to take it at your own expense, just so that he has it off his mind. While answering the phone, he’ll remain completely still inside of you, with a hand on your thigh to keep you still. If the call drags on, I could see him even forgetting that he's still inside of you and perhaps accidentally leaning forward as a reaction to what he's being told, bringing his cock deeper inside of you and causing the both of you to almost moan. Cheeks red, he'll quickly shush you before returning to his statue-like disposition. Once the call is over and he returns to the sex, he’ll be so apologetic and extra affectionate to make up for the fact that he had to deny you of your pleasure.

Because Anton is to fun to tease, there may be instances while he’s taking a call during sex that you purposely try to rile him up, whether it be by running your hands up his abs, grabbing his butt, rubbing your clit for him sensually, or kissing his neck. In all of these moments, he will be quick to withdraw himself from you entirely, suppressing a nervous giggle the entire time. Depending on how insistent his partner is, he may even lock himself into a room away from them while taking the call. He absolutely could not survive the mortification that would come from someone in his life knowing that he’s in the middle of having sex. 

warnings ? sub!mingi. handcuffs. teasing. handjob. thigh riding. a bit of edging. unprotected sex. overstimulation. pet names. use of the small font. lowercase intended.

“nhg b- baby, please~,” mingi whined, stretching the word ‘please’ as long as his rapper lungs allowed him to do so.

you let out a breathy laugh, gripping his dripping cock a little tighter but never fastening the pace in which your hand work up and down his length.

“please what, minki? tell me what you want, love.”

you knew exactly what he wanted. still, it is just too much fun to mess with mingi like that.

“i want you~”

you give him a wet kiss on his cheek. “i’m right here baby.”

mingi whined again, shambling the hands behind his back, trying and failing for the nth time that night to break those cheap handcuffs.

you, being the menace that you are, laughed at him —also for the nth time that night. you start to move your hips against his soaked thigh again, the remains of your previous orgasms dripping down to the sheets.

“please, y/n, please i need you so bad. please just sit on my cock i- you’re gonna kill me!”

your hands were now completely off of his cock, both placed on his shoulders as you fastened the pace on his thigh, moaning loudly every time his muscular thigh brushed against you sensitive clit.

“y- you’re gonna cum again?” he asked, an involuntary pout forming on his lips. when you only gave him a nod for an answer he groaned, “please baby cum on my dick, pleasepleasepleaseplea-”

you interrupted his pleas with a kiss. a deep, sensual one.

with your mouths still attached together you got up from his thigh, now straddling his hips. his aching cock twitching the moment your cunt slightly touches his tip, making mingi moan into the kiss.

you only detach your mouths once he’s completely inside of you. your hands falling back down from his face to his shoulders to steady yourself. you barely gave him —or yourself— any time to adjust to the new feeling before you start moving. you’re quick to set a pace, not too fast nor too slow, alternating between rocking your hips back and forth and bouncing on him.

“fuuuuck,” he cried.

“‘love your cock so much min. fuck, makes me wanna ride you ‘til i pass out.”

mingi’s cock throbbed violently inside you, the sounds he was making getting more and more high pitched with every move you do.

“hmm, shit babe i- i don’t think i can- fuck! i don’t think i’ll last.”

“it’s okay babe, you can cum.” you pulled him closer, foreheads sticking together as you started bouncing faster on him, “cum for me baby. i want you to cum inside of me, want you to fill me up so bad~”

as if he is your trained pup, he comes almost immediately by command, endless spurts of his hot cum filling you up to the brim. you kept riding him during his high, and after it passed too. bringing him to the edge one more time in less than two minutes.

“too much!” he whined.

“didn’t you want this pussy so bad? hm!? now you’ll take it, babe. without complaints.”

oh. what a long night it was for the two of you.