haru

“fuuuckk, that's my girl.” 𝓢 𝒂𝒕𝒐𝒓𝒖 groaned as you found your rightful place on his lap.

he's exhausted. blindfold still strewn over him as he crooks his head on the couch. slumped over from back-to-back missions and endless hours of teaching.

still, his big, shaky hands slipped around your waist. guiding his favourite girl down his tip and sinking you further on his cock. throbbing and sensitive from not feeling your warm, wet, welcoming pussy for weeks.

he clung to the fat of your ass. jaw slack and eyes droopy. seconds from passing out but still fully sober on your slick velvet fluttering on his underside vein.

“yeah— fuck, just like that.” he whimpered. gojo satoru, whimpering. because his girl's pussy was sucking him in so good. cause his tip's suffocated by your cervix. cause you're bouncing on his dick and letting him slump cause he had nothing left to offer you.

“suuuchhh a good girl,” his groan caught in his throat as you dragged his blindfold down. revealing glossy, bright blue eyes and endless devotion. “such a good girl. know just how to treat m'cock huh? love it so much?”

“love you more, satoru.”

“oh god.”

he whines. pitched and breathless as back arched and his cock throbbed hard. hips bundling his last bits of strength to buck up into your suffocating cunt. grinding needy and stuttery. as he fully melted beneath your soft thighs, your softer hands, your softest heart.

“love me, baby.” he whimpers, pitiful, pleading. “love me, love me, love me, love me please.”

gojo’s been a ghost these past few days. missions, meetings, endless phone calls that drag into the night.

he comes home late, crashes beside you with a quick kiss to your forehead, and you’re left aching, pussy dripping into your panties every time you remember how good he feels. well, he hasn’t fucked you for about a week now so it’s not exactly your fault you’re this needy.

tonight you can’t take it anymore so you decided you take matters in your own hands. why wait for him when you can make yourself feel good, right?

you straddle your pillow, only wearing one of his old tee that is big on you, panties soaked as you grind down hard, chasing that pressure while his name spills from your lips in desperate little sobs. “s-satoru… baby please… need you— yes.. just like that— haaahh…”

the door creaks open.

you freeze, hips still rolling slow, eyes wide as your boyfriend leans against the frame, those stupidly pretty blue eyes drinking you in.

a lazy, shit eating grin spreads across his face. “aww, baby,” he coos, voice syrupy sweet and mocking all at once. “humping your pillow like a needy little bunny? moaning my name when i’m right down the hall? you couldn’t even wait for me?”

“y-you said you have work...!” you said, trying to hide your face, but he’s on you in a second— his tall body pinning you down, flipping you onto your stomach with effortless strength.

your soaked panties are ripped off, the shirt you were wearing thrown somewhere on the floor. he shoves your face into the wet spot you left on the pillow. “fuck work.”

he free his dick with one hand, shoving his pants down just enough. hes already leaking— fuck, of course he is. he hadn’t been inside you for so long.

he spat on his palm and stroked himself before he slams into you raw from behind in one brutal thrust, groaning at the tightness of your sopping cunt.

you scream into the pillow, walls stretching wide around his invading girth, tip kissing your cervix hard as he bottoms out. “AAAHHH—! satoru, too big—!”

“too big?” he laughs breathlessly, pinning your wrists on your back with one hand while the other forces your hips up. “you were just crying for this dick a second ago. now take it like a good girl.”

he starts pounding you— hard, delicious strokes that make your ass jiggle and the bedframe slam against the wall. every thrust punches the air from your lungs, his fat tip battering your cervix until your vision blurs. “why the pillow, huh? this pussy knows nothing feels better than me- shit, listen to how wet you are. sucking me in like you’re scared i’ll leave again.”

he delivers a slap on your left cheek, his eyes locked onto your pussy creaming around his shaft, leaving a white creamy ring every time he pulls out.

you sob apologies into the sheets. “i’m sorry— mmnngh! sorry, toru— please... too much!”

“yeah?” he mocks, shoving your face deeper into the pillow, hips snapping harder. “you’re gonna cum all over me first, angel. gonna make a mess so i know you’ll never use anything but my cock again.”

he angles his hips just right— grinds against that spot that makes you see stars, stirring your insides. your pussy was so wet it was making loud squelching noise that filled the room along with the loud slapping of skins.

you cling to the sheets, hugging the pillow you were just grinding on earlier as he fucked you into the matress.

he’s fucking you so good. god, he always do. always making your eyes rolls back, your pussy clamping down on him, your slack mouth drooling into the pillow like a dumb needy slut. “m cumming...! haahh.. hnnghh gonna cum—”

your pussy clamps down hard, squeezing his pistoning cock, earning a breathless curse from him. you squirted down onto the sheets as you wail his name, legs shaking violently. “that’s it— fuuuck, that’s a good girl, keep cumming for me, baby”

he doesn’t stop and fucks you through it, over it, until you’re shaking and drooling, mind blank, only able to sob “toru toru toru” like a broken record.

with a guttural groan he buries himself deep to the hilt, balls pressed tight against your puffy clit, his cock pulsing as he pumps you full of thick and hot ropes of his cum flooding you straight to your womb until it leaks out around his base, mixing with your juices.

he stays plugged inside you, leaning down to kiss your sweaty temple, voice all sweet again. “there we go... all better now? or should i keep you stuffed all night so you remember who this greedy little cunt belongs to?”

you’ve been eye-fucking your bodyguard for months now.

ever since your dad slapped that title on him, you haven’t had a single moment where you weren’t picturing what he’d be like in your bed.

bodyguard!toji is a walking temptation— scarred skin stretched over his muscle, tall enough to make you feel tiny, that slow, knowing smirk always in place like he sees straight through to the dirtiest parts of your mind. it shouldn’t turn you on this much. it does.

he’s old enough to be your dad, but god, that just makes it hotter. boys your age don’t even matter anymore. you’ve soaked through too many sheets imagining his cock stretching you instead of your fingers, his rough hands holding you down, whispering the dirtiest shit right in your ear. he’s big— you can tell just from the way he’s built. the dick’s gotta be good.

tonight, after stumbling home from the club with alcohol buzzing in your veins, you finally snap.

you drag him into your room, slamming the door shut, your body pressed against his before he can protest. “c’mon, toji,” you slur, your fingers twisting in his shirt, feeling the hard ridges of his abs underneath. “i know you want me. been staring at my ass all night.”

he chuckles low, that gravelly sound vibrating through you, but he doesn’t budge. “you’re drunk, kid. sleep it off.”

kid. the word pisses you off, heat flooding your core. you shove closer, grinding against his thigh just to feel him tense. “i’m not a fucking kid. and don’t lie- you’re dying to fuck me. i’ve seen you looking.”

his smirk sharpens, eyes dark as he look down on you. “i’m just doin’ my job, princess. your old man’s orders. keepin’ you safe, nothin’ more.”

bullshit. your hand shoots down, grabbing his belt and cupping the obvious bulge straining his pants. he’s rock-hard, throbbing under your palm. “yeah? dad didn’t order you to get this fucking hard for me, did he?”

that does it.

something in toji finally snaps. “you little tease,” he rasps, voice thick with want. “struttin’ around in those tight dresses, actin’ like i don’t see how wet you get every time i look at you. think i haven’t noticed? fuck it. i’m giving you every inch you’ve been whining for.”

his mouth crashes onto yours, hard and hungry, tongue forcing its way in to tangle with yours, tasting like smoke and whatever alcohol he drank earlier. spit slicks your lips as he bites down, drawing a needy whimper from you, his big hands yanking your dress up and ripping your panties clean off with a snap.

he tosses you onto the mattress like you weigh nothing, legs splaying wide, your needy cunt exposed while he towers above, yanking his shirt over his head, shoving slacks and boxers down in one motion. his cock springs free, thick and veined, slapping hard against his carved abs with a wet smack.

the tip’s flushed angry red, slit weeping fat drops of precum that land warm and sticky on your thigh. he grips himself, stroking once, twice, eyes never leaving your face.

“ain’t got a condom,” he said, thumb smearing the slick over the head. “you gonna let me hit this pussy raw, baby?”

“yes, god, please,” you beg, cunt clenching just at the sight of him, already soaked and pulsing. ready to be used.

he smacks his heavy cock down on your dripping slit— loud, sloppy slaps that make you twitch and leak even more, mess smearing everywhere. he forces your thighs apart till it hurts, slinging your knees over his shoulders so you’re folded in half and helpless. “time to get this sloppy hole fucked proper, baby. keep your eyes on me, yeah? tell me when it hurts”

“mkay..” you whimpered, bottom lip between your teeth as you look up at him with those needy eyes.

he thrusts forward, bulbous head popping through your tight ring, the stretch so intense and perfect it whites out your vision for a second.

you’re convinced you’re splitting in two— or at least that’s what it feels like. he’s just too fucking big, every thick inch prying you open like you’re being torn apart in the best way.

your walls flutter and spasm around him as he feeds himself deeper, slowly, your nails clawing red lines into the thick meat of his arms.

you turn your head, trying to hide how wrecked you already are.

toji’s hand shoots to your jaw, rough fingers yanking your face back so your eyes lock on his. “nah, eyes here,” he growls, low and mean. “you look away again and i stop. you wanted this, remember? begged for me to fuck you- now watch while i stuff you full.”

you moan brokenly, eyes rolling back as he bottoms out to the hilt, making you feel so full. his heavy balls pressed flush against your ass, that fat tip kissing your cervix that makes your legs shake.

he doesn’t wait and start moving, hips snapping with brutal force, making the bed creaking under you. your tits bounce wildly, his hands everywhere, squeezing, gripping your ass red as he folds you into a mating press, knees pinned by your ears. “so fuckin’ wet, baby. hear that? your pussy’s slurpin’ me up, creamin’ all over my cock.”

it’s a mess, your cunt gushing slick with every slam, pooling under your ass, slicking his cock shiny, leaving the sheets soaked. your moans spilling out loud, mixing with the sloppy wet smacks of skin on skin. you’re already lost. fucked-out. who wouldn’t be? no boy before ever came close— always too vanilla, clueless, couldn’t make you cum if their life depended on it. toji? he’s doing it like a random chore.

he pulls out just to smack your cunt— wet, hard slap that makes you buck and whine. then he’s on you, lifting your hips, spreading your legs wide in the air. his tongue dives in, lashing your clit, sucking it hard “mmh, listen to how wet you are... pussy’s fuckin’ perfect, baby” he snarls between licks. he buries deeper, fucking you with his mouth until you cum hard, squirting in messy pulses, coating his face and dripping off his chin.

he laps it up greedily, groaning. “mmh good girl. now take this dick again.”

you’re boneless, but he flips you easy, yanking your hips up and slamming back in from behind, your face pressed flat on the sheets, ass up in the air, your moans turning into loud sobs as he ruts into you like a beast. “arch that back, baby. let me see this ass jiggle.” his fingers dig into your waist, bruising, pulling you onto him harder to fuck you deeper, your walls milking him as you cream on him again, white rings forming at his base.

he spits on your puckered hole, thumb circling the rim teasingly, not pushing in but making you clench tighter. “fuck, you’re grippin’ me so good. gonna make me bust deep in this sloppy pussy.”

he scoops you up in one rough motion, his hands digging into the meat of your ass, spreading you open as he drops you back down onto his cock. “s-shiiit— tojiii!” you wail, feeling his cock deeper now, almost like hes in your fucking stomach.

you wrap your legs around his waist, heels digging into his lower back for leverage. your tits flatten painfully sweet against his chest, nipples caught and rubbed raw with every bounce. he fucks up into you relentlessly— bouncing you on his dick like some fuckdoll, his cock stretching you wide, fat head battering that spot that makes your eyes roll and your mouth fall open in silent screams.

your walls flutter and grip, trying to keep him buried while slick runs down his balls in messy rivulets. “mmh fuck— take it, baby” he growls, voice rough against your throat. “show me how bad you fuckin’ need my cum, yeah? ride it out and squeeze me till i’m paintin’ your insides white.”

you’re dumb now, babbling incoherent nonsense, drool trailing from your lips as he kisses you again, tongues sloppy and desperate.

his hips starts to stutters, thrusts turning erratic and punishing before he slams you down one last brutal time, burying himself balls-deep. “take it all— fuuuck— take my cum, sweetheart—”

thick, hot ropes of cum flood you in heavy spurts, coating every inch inside until you’re throbbing and overflowing.

cum seeps out around the base of his cock in creamy white streaks, mixing with your own slick and dripping in slow, viscous trails down the crease of your ass, his thighs, pooling in a warm, messy puddle on the floor below. he rocks gently through it, circling his hips, milking himself empty while you twitch and leak around him.

you collapse together back on the bed, both panting, his load trickling down your thighs in thick, creamy trails. last thing you knew is that you were passing out.

. . .

morning light filters in, your body aching deliciously but when you roll over, toji’s already up, getting dressed.

you grin lazily. “stay. fuck me again.”

he leans down, rough thumb brushing your swollen bottom lip. “temptin’, doll. but your old man’s downstairs waitin’ on me— says he wants a full report on how well i ‘protected’ his little girl last night.” he chuckles low, nipping your ear. “don’t worry, i’ll tell him you’re safe… real safe. just might leave out how you milked my cock dry and begged for seconds like the greedy little thing you are.”

he straightens up, adjusting the bulge that’s already twitching again. “see you later, sweetheart. wear somethin’ easy to rip off.”

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satoru’s hips slam into you, his cock shoved completely into your dripping hole. he groans as he roughly thrusts back and forth into you.

“m-misse— ah.. missed you..” he moans. satoru grabs your neck, pulling you closer to him as he rams into you from behind. he pulls you closer then bites into your shoulder. his movements were animalistic, almost like he hadn’t seen you in years, even though you were only gone for a business trip in kyoto for a couple days.

you couldn’t gather your words, only a breath moan fell from your lips in response. once he bit your shoulder, you winced in pain, but you couldn’t help but cry out in pleasure. satoru didn’t stop his pace, if anything, he quickened it.

“saa— saatoo-ooru.” you manage to cry out it. digging your nails into his forearm. he continues to slam into you, taking another place on your shoulder and biting. this time, gentler.

“keep.. keep crying fo— for me baby.” satoru moans out, his breathing hitching slightly from the movements.

obviously you fold, immediately melting to his touch, crying his name as loud as you possible could. satoru finally starts to get sloppy, taking a couple more thrusts until he groans and pulls out of you.

he cums on your back, glistening it with his white cum. he smirks a little, wiping the tip off then shoving it back in.

“we’re gonna be going all night baby,” gojo whispers into your ear. “i’m gonna make you wanna stay here all the time.”

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⟢ fem reader, established relationship, frat au, oral (reader receiving), smoking (weed)

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𝜗ৎ suguru takes a long draw from his blunt as he stares down at you. his deep dark eyes piercing through you. he watches you intensely as you slowly take your clothes off. you discard your shirt, throwing it somewhere across suguru’s messy room.

𝜗ৎ he takes a deep breath, shuffling towards you as he stares at your unclothed top half. suguru takes another hit, passing it towards you for you to hit. he leans down and leave small kisses trailing down your chest, some of the smoke from his hit slipping from his lips.

𝜗ৎ with red, glossy eyes, suguru stares up at you, trailing his kisses down even further. he stops at the hem of your pants, pulling them down to reveal your panties. his favorite pair that you own.

𝜗ৎ “naughty girl.” suguru click his tongue, fingers tugging the fabric down softly. “you know these are my favorite.”

𝜗ৎ you don’t reply, but a few squeaks slip from your lips as suguru rubs the pad of his thumb up and down your clothed core. he rubs harder, kissing the fabric gently as he stares up at you. one thing about suguru is that he never breaks the eye contact when he’s going down on you.

𝜗ৎ it can be very intense sometimes, but you love it. especially when he is fucking you in missionary… he loves staring at you then. fuck, you loved it too.

𝜗ৎ suguru slips off your panties as you take a draw from the blunt. you slowly open your legs, revealing your whole bottom half to him. he chuckles softly, grabbing your thighs in his hands as he pulls you closer to his face. he situates himself at the end of the bed, staring up at you with the same look, taking a gentle lick up your slick, his tongue coated with your juices.

𝜗ৎ he devours you, sliding his tongue in and out of you, making his tongue circle your clit multiple times — any motion he could possibly think of, he was doing.

𝜗ৎ you cried out for him, his name leaving your lips multiple times. oh, and suguru loved it. he wanted to hear you cry his name. he didn’t care if the other frat boys heard you. at least they would know that you belonged to suguru.

𝜗ৎ suguru laps his tongue around your clit, earning multiple moans from you. his grip on your thighs becomes tighter, his pace on you getting rougher. your mind is blank as he tongue-fucks you to death. you let out another moan, this time even louder, not to mention it sounds like a breathy cry.

𝜗ৎ one of suguru’s hands leave your thigh, trailing down to his pants. his quickly unbuttons his pants, gently pulling out his own cock as he continues devouring you. he puts a hand on his length, pumping gently. small groans come from the boy’s mouth, his lips still attached to you, sucking gently on your clit.

𝜗ৎ you squeal out, throwing one of your hands into suguru’s hair. he whines at your tugging, continuing his pace on your clit and his cock. you wrap your legs around his head, locking him in the position as he push him into you more.

𝜗ৎ one thing about suguru is that he loved when you’d suffocate him with your pussy. he wanted to be all up in it, tongue as deep as it can go. and fuck, was suguru’s tongue game good. he knew what he was doing, he wasn’t an amateur.

𝜗ৎ suguru laps around your one last time, suckling on your clit harshly. his hand started picking up the pace on his cock, pumping it quickly. precum poured from the tip onto his hand, coating it with the sticky liquid. he moaned from the pleasure into your pussy, sending vibrations through you.

𝜗ৎ “s-suguru..” you whine, your eyes meeting his again. he suckles harder as he stares up at you, waiting for you to continue speaking. “i-i’m gonna cum.”

𝜗ৎ he doesn’t say anything. he just nods, a few small moans escaping his lips as he pumps his cock even faster, reaching your level as he laps his tongue harder around you. he wanted you to cum all over his face. he fucking loved it.

𝜗ৎ you sob, a loud moan falling from your lips as you release all over suguru’s face. suguru cries out as he cums with you, his hot sticky cum pouring all over his hands and lap. he doesn’t care about the mess, especially since your legs are still locked around his face.

𝜗ৎ you release him as he lets out a deep sigh, retrieving the blunt back from you. suguru takes a long hit, a goofy grin plastered across his face as he looks up at you.

𝜗ৎ “look what you made me do.” he pouts, pointing towards his lap, sticky cum all over it. you roll your eyes at him.

𝜗ৎ “want me to clean it off?” you laugh, but he nods. he really does make you lick his cum off of him.

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