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ÂŽàœ` â INSPIRED BY THIS BOT. roman hadn't seen you in months, not since the breakup. but the sight of you sitting pretty at a halloween party has all his feelings coming back.
ÂŽàœ` â cw .á 1.2k words. 18+. smut. exhibitionism. oral ( f!receiving ). porn with (no) plot. roman carries reader.
ÂŽàœ` â notes .á btw i was inspired by the bot that i created. in no way was ai used to write this blurb. i was refreshing some bot descriptions and wanted to write more about this roman <3
he hadn't seen you in months. roman never thought he'd be one to miss someone, not like this. but god, he did.
the relationship was quickâboth jumped in too headfirst, and got burned on the way out. didn't know each other well enough to know it was worth fighting for.
roman didn't realise how bad it had gotten, not until he walked into the party and saw you there. he wasn't even meant to be here, had no intentions of turning up tonight. peter had damn near forced him out of the door.
but if he'd have known you'd be hereâhe'd have been there hours ago.
roman's eyes were glued to you, looking downright sinful. legs dangling off the kitchen counter, cup of something in your handâand that fuckin' costume.
black dress and bloodâhe can see the little bite marks on your neck from where he's stood. vampire, cute.
roman made a lot less effort, black tux that he had laying around the house and knew he looked good in.
"think i miss you," roman mumbles, eyes half-lidded as he crowds your space. hands either side of your thighs, not touchingânot yet. "can't get you out my fucking head."
"you think?" you return, all smirk and making no attempt to push him away.
"i know." he breaths, jaw clenchedâas though being this close to you is awaking things inside of him he hasn't felt in months.
his hands move to your thighs, fingers squeezing like he owns them. his face close to yours, lips brushing your own as he speaks.
"missed me too, haven't you, princess?" roman whispers, breath fanning across your face. big hands moving up your thighs, landing on your hips as he pulls your body flush against his.
he barely gives you time to speak, before his hips roll against you. "feel what you do to me?"
your breath hitchesâthe party fading, eyes darkening. your hands moving to drape around his neck, lips touching his as you speak.
"not touched anyone since you."
he can't fight the groan that escapes himânot caring enough to hold in his reaction in public. his girl untouched since him? his pants got tighter at the idea.
"gonna make me cause a fucking scene, baby," roman mumbles, like the boy doesn't love causing a scene. lips still ghosting your own, not kissingânot yetâthe tension building.
"you say like that you've never fucked me in public before." not this public, noâbut the woods, back of his car, next to a sleeping peter that one night on the couch...
his cock twitched at that. eyes fluttering shut, jaw grinding as he forces himself to hold back. "can't just say shit like that, princess," he speaks, chest heaving.
"trying so fucking hard to hold back."
"take me somewhere, then." you whisper, lips next to his ear before your tongue licks a line down his lobe.
"my car. right now." roman mumbles, barely giving you chance to register his words before your body is hauled over his shoulder. always did love a scene, eyes on him and his girl.
"is she okay?" you hear the whispering, as you can't fight the giggles escaping you.
"they're always like this." peter grumbles, rolling his eyes into his beer.
roman pushes through the front door, out to the array of cars parked around the side of the house. setting your body down, pushed up against the side of his car.
"god, i want you so fucking bad." roman groans, green eyes darkened with lust.
his lips are finally on yours, all teeth and tongue and desperation. hands on your thighs, slipping up between your legs as he takes your bottom lip between his teeth.
"this wet for me already, baby?" he teases, as he releases your lip. fingers sliding over the wetness through your panties. "haven't even touched you yet."
"can't help it, romey," you whine, hips bucking up against his fingers.
roman's cock throbs, tight behind the fabric of his pants, at the feeling. that name on your lips, the name only you ever called him. falling from your mouth in that tone would be his undoing.
"look at you," he coos, fingers rubbing slow circles over the lace of your panties. "you'd come from just this if i let you."
he's rightâhe knows it, can see from the furrow of your brow and moans that threaten to fall.
he leans in, lips against your ear as he whispers. "wanna taste you first."
roman doesn't even open the car door, just drops to his knees on the gravel.
"oh my, godâroman,"
he grins, from his position between your thighs. hands spreading your legs, cheek against the skin as he presses soft kisses up towards your heat.
your hands fist his hair, breath unevenâunable to take your eyes off of him. all but pushing his head where you need him most.
"so damn impatient, baby," roman teases, as his fingers hook around your panties. pulling the soaked fabric down your legs.
roman holds your hips steady as you step out of them, before he quickly pockets the lacy pair. smirk on his face as he looks back up to you. "keeping those."
he doesn't give you a second to respond before his face is back between your legs, tongue licking a line up through your folds. his eyes shut, breathing in the scent of you. fuck, he missed that.
your back arches up against the car door, head against the metal. hands tight in his hair, unable to stop your hips bucking. clit bumping against his nose as you do.
"romanâ!"
your chest heaves, party indoors long forgotten as moans of pleasure from your mouth hit his ears. he hums against you, vibrations sending shockwaves through your cunt.
he loves you like thisâholding his head steady, grinding yourself against his face. using him. his tongue laps you up, nose rubbing against your bundle of nerves with every movement you make.
"atta girl," he coos, words muffled into you. "ride my face, fuckâgood girl."
thighs clenching around him, eyes back to him, breathing erratic. his eyes meet yours, smirking up to youâknowing you're close. can tell by the bitten lip, and the shaky moans leaving your lips.
his hand moves from your thigh, two fingers teasing your entranceâbefore he pushes them up inside you, groaning into your cunt at the clench.
"fuck, fuckâroman!"
he's sure he could die right now, head between your legs with his name on your lips. pussy tight around his fingers, wetness dripping into his mouth.
your head hits the car with a soft thud as roman pushes you over the edge, hips bucking harshly against his face.
"that's my good girl," he coos, softly removing his fingers and leaning back to look up to you. chin slick as he stands, one hand on your hipâkeeping you steady, as he takes his fingers into his mouth. lapping up every drop of you.
he smirks down to you, helping you stand up straight away from the car door. wiping his chin on the back of his hand, before slapping your ass softly.
"get in the car, pretty girl," he murmurs, smug smile on his face as he walks around to the drivers side. "wanna hear you scream my name in my bed again."
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àŒ â STEP-BROTHER. roman was desperate for the one girl he shouldn't wantâhis step-sisterâbut when has roman ever cared about doing something he shouldn't?
àŒ â cw .á 18+. 1.6k words. smut. dead dove. non-con. step-cest. dacryphilia. somnophilia. porn with no plot. slapping. unprotected p in v. spitting. creampie.
àŒ â notes .á please refer to this post before getting angry in my inbox about this one. <3
you were forbidden fruit, and roman was fucking hungry.
you had to knowânot like roman was ever subtle. trapping you against the kitchen counter whenever you walked too close, peeping on you in the shower whenever you forgot to lock the door. you must have noticed the amount of panties you'd lost since moving in to the godfrey estate.
you had to be teasing him on purpose, there was no way in hell you weren't. the bite of your soft lips, the begging him to stop when he grabbed a fistful of your ass, the tears forming in your eyes when he told you all the disgusting things he wanted to do girls, just never mentioning it was you he was talking about.
roman owned everything inside the estate, and in his mind that included youâhis sinful looking step-sister.
and your stupid fucking father was too busy eating up every lie olivia told him to ever notice the perverted ways of his step-son. all alone in the estate, with no one but yourself to protect you from the corrupt hand of your step-brother.
roman didn't careâif anything, the nature of your relationship turned him on more. he was sick, twisted in his thoughts of you. and roman wasn't willing to stop before he got a taste of his sweet little sister.
the house was empty, not that anything or anyone would have stopped his plan once he was in motion. roman had spent the last twenty minutes palming himself through his boxers at just the idea.
his feet were soft against the wooden floor as he walked, his steps quiet as he approached your room. the morning sun peeked through the windows as the door of your room opens.
you barely stir, eyes still closed as the brunette pads across your room. roman stands at the foot of your bed, eyes darkening as surveys your sleeping frame.
blanket barely covering your body, tiny sleep shorts and sheer shirt covering perky nipples that have roman's cock twitching in his boxers.
he's slow as he moves, body climbing over yours. knees either side of your hips, bed shifting under his weight. but you don't wake.
his big hand wraps around your wrist, bringing your hand to his mouthâlips wrapping around your digits, before dragging your hand down his bare chest.
roman's eyes are nearly falling back into his skull, at just the sight of you like this. so soft, so vulnerableâso his. his hand still wrapped around yours guides you over his boxers, biting back moans as the sweet little hand of his sister palms him.
and you hum. in your sleep, a soft pout forming on your sleeping lips and roman nearly loses it. you're enjoying it. even unconscious, you're just as desperate for him as he is you.
he drops your hand, letting it fall to the bed without worry as his own trail up under your shirt. pushing the fabric up to pool around your neck, lip between his teeth as his hands start to grope and grab at your chest.
squeezing your nipples harshly between his thumb and fingers as your brows furrow, and eyes slowly starting to flutter open. roman couldn't give a fuck that you were waking up, in fact he wanted you to. needed to watch you give in to his perverted desires.
"roman, what areâpleaseâ"
you struggle, but his hands are quick to pin your hands down either side of your head.
"stopâromanâstopâ" you continue, hips pushing up in a desperate need to get him away from your body. but the action only causes a smirk to form on his lips.
"knew you wanted me just as much as i wanted you." he taunts, holding your wrists together with one of his handsâthe other returning to your exposed breasts.
spit and drool drip from his mouth, coating your chest. his hands sliding over you, groping at your body as mumbles of complaint continue to fall freely from your lips.
his hand trails down your body, dipping below your shorts. fingers sliding between your folds, wicked smile on his face as he feels your wetness.
"you can protest as much as you want," roman sneers, fingers rubbing harsh circles around your clitâeliciting moans from you that can't help but fall. "but you're fucking soaked."
dark blush washes over your cheeks, attempting to hide your face from his view. the act almost impossible as roman stays pinning you down to the bed.
"tell me you want me," he demands, fingers not letting up in speed. eyes almost black with lust, as he pushes your wrists further into the mattress. "tell me how badly you want your step-brother to fuck you."
"roman, pleaseâ" you beg, tears welling up in your eyesâfrom your embarrassment, your shyness, not your lack of want. almost the opposite.
"tell me." he interrupts, as his fingers below your shorts push two digits into you. your back arching up at his touch, jaw slackâunable to stop the moans of pleasure escaping you.
"please, romeyâneed," you whisper, that sickly nickname dripping from your tongue that makes roman twitch behind the small amount of fabric covering him.
"need, what?" he pushes, watching as your face contorts. hips bucking up to meet his fingers, angling the digits deeper within your walls.
he's winning, and he's all too fucking smug about it. can feel it in the way you clench around him, brows furrow in pure wantâhow you're not fighting him anymore.
"you," you whimper, head falling backâneck exposed, and shy. "need you."
it's mere seconds before his hands are ripped from your body, discarding the clothes from your body before removing the boxers on his own. your arms move over your face, soft sobs of defeat fall into the empty space.
"don't cry, princess," he taunts, big hands spreading your legs as he positions himself between them. "big brothers gonna look after you."
roman pulls your arms away from your face, forcing your eyes to his. hand wrapping around his member, slapping his length against your clit. that evil grin unmoving from his face.
your cheeks tear stained and eyes puffy, pleadingâbut this time for him. for him to continue, to never let up until he'd had enough. to keep you trapped here until he was finished with you.
roman pushes himself in, bottoming out. he's bigâbigger than you'd ever felt. the stretch aches, bottom lip trembling at the pure pain of it.
"take it," roman speaks, through gritted teeth. arms landing either side of your head, legs hooked over his knees planted against the mattress. "fucking take it."
roman fucks you at raw speed, skin slapping against yours in a way that was sure to leave bruises. you can't help the way your arms snake around his body, hands desperately grabbing at his back. clinging to him even in this moment.
nails dig into his skin, angry red scratches left in their wakeâonly spurring him on. his eyes can't decide where to look, watching himself disappear in and out of your body. flicking up to your faceâadmiring the way you're falling apart under him.
"wanted this little pussy for fucking years," he grunts, emphasising his words with each thrust. "been dying to ruin you."
your bottom lip puffs out, pouting up to him above you. tears still forming on your waterline, roman could bust at the sight of it. the tight clench around him, your soft hands pulling him closer to you.
"s'too big, romeyâ" you whimper, sharp nails digging into the flesh of his back.
"stop fucking whining." he spits, with a sharp slap against your cheek.
the skin stingsâgrowing red and raw almost immediately, lip between your teeth as you hold back pained sobs. god, he wants to keep you here like this forever.
your bedroom door still open, moans and screams of pleasure and pain echoing around the house. unable to consider the pure shame that would follow if anyone dared walk into the estate.
"such a good girl," roman almost coos, and your face softens. oh. you liked that more than you were able to let on, but he could tell. "taking me so good."
"yeah?" you murmur, all doe eyed and needy.
"hmm," he hums, nodding his head as one of his hands dips between your bodies. rubbing rough circles around your bundle of nerves, body growing slick with the speed he hasn't let up.
"taking your big brothers cock so well," roman speaks, voice rough and breathing growing heavy. his vulgar words make you clenchâin a way that makes you blush. pouting at him every time that reminder comes.
your chest is heaving, breath coming out in short pants and roman can tell you're close. his hips somehow moving quicker, harsher as he chases your orgasm. desperate to be the one to get you there, to see you unravel below him.
your back arches, moans echoing around the room as he feels the tight clench around his length. fucking you through your orgasm, and he knows he's never letting anyone see you like this ever again.
this sight is reserved for him, and him only.
his body collapses onto yours, arms tight around your waist as he chases his own edge. face nuzzled into your neck, wet open mouthed kisses tickle your skin. hips jackrabbiting into you, groans muffled against your skin.
"fuck meâ" he groans, loud and pure animalistic as he forces his come inside you. holding himself there, bodies slick and sweaty as he lays on top of you.
"romey," you whisper, after a few minutes of silence, voice still soft and scared.
he finally slides out from you, leaving behind his orgasm within you. smirking as he stands, watching himself slowly drip down onto your perfectly pink sheets.
"don't tell your dad," he threatens. "or do, i don't care. gonna keep fucking you anyway." and you can tell my the look on his face, he fucking means it.
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nerdjoâs high maintenance gf is his prettiest distraction !
I. DISTRACTION #1: NO KISSING IN THE LECTURE HALLS !
time: 8:46 am location: Curtis Lecture Hall I (CLH-I)
gojo satoru is typing one handed because his other hand is pressed between your thighs.
not that he minds. 8AM thursday means excel sheets & a cup of hot coffee to keep his bleary eyes open. gojo satoru is tryingâtrying to focus, but his pretty girl is talking a mile a minute and heâll be damned if he didnât reply to your every word.
âit was so hard getting out of bed today, toru,â you pout up at him, chin on his shoulder & gloss sticky on his sleeve. âi told kento to stop by and wake me up on his way to class. can you believe he didnât?â
âiâm very proud of you for getting out of bed regardless.â
âthank you. it was very hard.â
you sigh against his shoulder. âheâs probably still mad i cussed him out,â you huff, reaching up to twirl the hairs on his nape. âall because i put him on cherry crush and he tried to act like he discovered it first.â
satoruâs eyes are still on his screen, so you squeeze his palm between your thighs to bring him back to you. âheâs so petty, toru.â
âvery petty, baby.â
you frown. itâs been exactly thirteen minutes and forty-two seconds since satoru looked at you last. heâs been on this stupid spreadsheet since class started, and itâs really starting to piss you off.
so you block his view.
âlook at my fingers, toru,â you breathe, lifting your hand in front of his face. âi was in such a rush i forgot my rings. my hand looks so ugly.â
he lifts his headâjust slightly, just enough that he can focus on the screen & not your hand in front of himâ& replies without a beat. âlooks pretty, baby,â he murmurs, kissing the back of your hand. âso gorgeous.â
oh, thatâs enough.
âtoru.â
âhm, baby?â
âkiss me.â
gojo satoru chokes on his tongue. he freezes, blue eyes leaving the screen only to dart around the crowded lecture hall in alarm. he lets his eyes drop to you, and perhaps he shouldnât have, because youâre looking up at him with glossy lips & too-big eyes & lashes that flutter in that way that means trouble. gojo gulps.
âwe canât do that right now, sweetheart,â his voice catches. youâre pouting up at him but satoru only cups your cheek and tries to reason with you. âweâre in public. can you wait for me, angel?â
your brows furrow, lips wobbling into that pout that only spells out gojoâs demise.
âare you ashamed to kiss me in public?â you croak, fake sniffling. âam i that ugly?â
youâre not ugly. youâre the most beautiful girl in the world, you know it, satoru knows it, & he also knows youâre doing this on purpose. but your eyes are so glossy. your breathingâs all hitched. your shoulders shake like youâre about to sobâ
gojo satoru folds under zero pressure.
he cups your face, thumb brushing faux tears off your lashes as he presses his lips to yours. you taste like strawberry candy & something too sweet to have a name. gojo sighs into your mouth. cocks his head. pulls back just to lean in again when your lashes flutter up at him all pretty. he lets his thumb tug your lip and tongue lick your teeth andâ
âahem.â
you both freeze.
in the row in front of you the nanami kento is there, frown on his face & completely unamused. there are pens littered on his desk & his laptop is wide openâis he reading semantic error?
he eyes you both, lips curled in disgust.
âthis is not a love nest.â
you & satoru are blinking in disbelief when nanami turns back to his laptop. he slams it shut in embarrassment when heâs met with an inappropriate panel onscreen.
II. DISTRACTION #2: NETWORKING â NOT WORKING â
time: 7:14 pm. location: Bergeron Center for Engineering Excellence
â-â
gojo satoru has five minutes until the most important meeting of his life.
an opportunity to pitch one of his latest projects to some high-class engineering recruitersâlucky him! heâs in a private office with his speech in his hands, and his beautiful girlfriend kicking her feet on the office table.
youâre supposed to be his supportive plus-one. and gojo does feel supportedâhow could he not when the love of his life is here for him, dressed up like a midsummer dream? but gojo thinks heâd feel even more supported if you werenât bracketing his thighs & tugging on his tie every time he tries to speak.
âthank you all for coming. iâm honored to have this opportunityââ
âsatoruu,â you coo. âi miss you.â
gojo satoru knows better than to sigh. he does it anyway, collapsing into your neck in resignation as he squeezes your hips. youâre pressing a glossy kiss to his jaw. âiâm right here, sweetheart,â he mumbles, closing his eyes. âwill you let me focus?â
you nod sweetly, patting his cheek dismissively when he presses a kiss to your neck in thanks.
âthank you all for coming. iâm honored to have this opportunity to presentââ
âsatoruu,â
thirteen words this time. fairs.
âyes, sweetheart.â
âmy feet hurt,â you state, kicking your feet up to show him. for once, youâre not being totally dramatic. even with your heels on satoru can see the sides of your feet reddening, flushed & slightly swollen against the material. his brows furrow. âhowâd this happen, angelâŠ?â
he kneels down to slip your heels off. you pout: âi got new heels so iâd look pretty for your presentation. now my feet hurt and iâve ruined everything.â
satoru frowns, but youâre still spiraling. dramatic as always, talking like itâs the end of the world with your eyes glossy & nose wrinkled in lament. but gojoâs heart only goes sticky in his chest. how could you possibly ruin everything when you are everything?
he reaches up to wipe a tear off your cheek. âlook at me, baby,â he murmurs, other hand rubbing circles on your ankles. he looks devastating like thisâhair messy, tie loose from all your tugging & knees on the floor for you even though heâs in his finest dress pants. âyou didnât ruin anything, okay baby? look.â
he slips off your heels, then his own leather shoes, & laces them onto your bare feet. âwear these.â
you blink as he lifts you off the table, kneeling back down to adjust the shoes better. you wiggle your toes. your feet donât even reach the middle, and you almost fall trying to walk two steps, but the gesture alone has you beaming. you turn to him with your lips bent in a clumsy smile.
âtheyâre huge, toru,â you tease, twirling around for him to watch. satoru only smiles. his heart goes sticky in his throat. he pulls you into a soft kiss because trying to speak might make his chest hurt.
knock knock.
one of satoruâs classmatesânerd #1âpeeks his head in, expression slightly terrified. âuh, gojo? theyâre ready for you in the boardroom,â he gulps. âyouâre up.â
satoru nods, gathers his speech papers. youâre practicing walking around in his shoes now, arms stretched out to help you balance as you strut around with a grin on your face. gojo satoru looks down at his feet. theyâre in nothing but a pair of socks.
right.
he sucks in a breath, then turns to kiss your forehead. âstay here where itâs warm, okay?â
youâre still admiring yourself in his shoes, but you chirp out an okay! regardless. satoru bites his lip. itâs showtime.
ââ
the faculty is looking at satoru like heâs grown two heads.
have they never seen a shoeless man before? how rude. heâs standing on the boardroomâs stage now, clipboard in hand, projector lighting up the board behind him. some of the recruiters are nodding. the others are trying not to look at his feet so they canât be accused of classism. gojo satoru is not even poor. a glance at his suit should tell you that.
but gojo doesnât care. he presents without issueâeven though the entire time, his mind is on you.
the boardroom door has a center made of glass. through the pane, satoru can see you back in the officeâyouâve somehow found music controls for the officeâs boombox, and youâre dancingâoh god, youâre dancingâtwirling around with a clumsy smile & laughing when you stumble in his much larger shoes.
satoruâs heart swells. his lip twitches.
gojo turns his focus back to his presentation. heâll work hard to keep you smiling for the rest of your life.
III. DISTRACTION #3 : WHY IS MY GIRLFRIEND IMMUNE TO TUTORINGâŠ
time: 6:14 PM location: The Quad, Satoruâs Apartment.
â-â
âwho discovered the americas ?â
âMartin Luther King.â
You are going to fail this exam.
âthatâs enough general history today,â gojo mutters, voice croaking in alarm when you give your answer. youâre tucked in his lap, fingers curled in his collar, nose in his neck & completely unbothered. your perfume is sticky in his lungs. âletâs try math. you like math, baby?â
âmhm,â you kiss his jaw. âlove it.â
no you donât. gojo flips open a book with one hand, the other rubbing circles on your thigh. âletâs practice some integrationâŠâ he scans the page for questions while you twirl the hairs on his nape. âokay, this one. can you try this for me, princess?â
your lips tug into a bored frown. âokay,â you lean up to glance at the page, âdone.â
he blinks, âdone?â
âyes,â you flop back against him, soft & pretty & tired & his. âi solved it in my head.â
satoru bites his lip, brows knit in concern. âbaby, you canât solve integrals in your head.â
âi have a very strong brain.â
satoru prays for some strength of his own. okayâokay. he purses his lip. âso strong, baby. do you want to walk me through your process?â
you frown in his neck.
âfirst of all,â you tug his collar, lashes fluttering, âi looked at the numbers.â
âgood job.â
âthen,â you tug his earlobe, âi got bored.â
âoh.â
satoru sighsâof course you did. he purses his lip, blue eyes flitting across the page as his spoiled pretty angel hugs his neck; dreary and tired and âboredâ in his lap. finals are coming up and things are not looking good for you. he prays for strength (again).
you seem to have found some strength of your own. gojoâs not sure when you pick up your phone (which he had confiscated from you earlier), but while he stares into the distance and laments your guaranteed failure, you scroll through your phone with a grin on your lips.
âtoru, look at this bag,â you coo, pushing the bright screen to his face. âitâs so pink and pretty, just like me.â
âjust like you,â he repeats, still staring into the distance.
âwow, nine-hundred-and-fifty dollars,â you kick your feet in his lap. âbaby, can i buy it?â you coo, voice sweet.
satoru blinks out of his daze. he glances at the phone screenâthen at you, suddenly sweet & bright & brimming with energy. his thumb brushes your inner thigh. âbaby, youâre supposed to be studying.â
âi am studying,â you frown, and gojo wants to kiss it off again. âiâm studying consumer behavior. can i have your card?â
there are three reasons gojo satoru should not give you his card.
you are going to fail your exams.
you havenât double-checked if the price is in CAD or USD.
you are going to fail your exams.
gojo lets you have his card.
you squeal, hopping off his lap to retrieve his wallet in the other room. satoru leans back against his desk chair. in front of him, his desk is a mess of opened books & littered pencils, a âget good grades!â subliminal playing on your mini speaker because you insisted the whispered affirmations would guarantee your success. gojo sighs.
âthank you, toru!â you sing as you pad back into the room, a skip in your step. you lean down to kiss his cheek & flop onto his bed to open his laptop. you have his wallet in your hands, and gojo satoru already knows you will not double check the currency.
gojo closes your textbook with a sigh. better luck next time.
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DISTRACTIONS, end.
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distracting toji while he's on the phone...⥠(rough!toji x sweet!fem reader)
tojis halfway through a phone call when you climb onto the couch beside him, immediately curling into his side while he keeps talking, one arm stretched across the back of the cushions behind you and his phone pressed to his ear.
its something about money, something about work, something thats got his brows pulled together while he listens with that oh so familiar rough expression.
"yeah, I heard you," he mutters "then tell 'im I aint payin extra."
meanwhile, youre completely occupied with him.
your fingers find the side of his hair first, gently combing through the shorter strands near his temple while your cheek rests against his shoulder. toji keeps listening while you continue absent mindedly playing with him. your hand drifts lower, tracing the line of his jaw before finding his collar, smoothing it down and then fiddling with it again for no reason other than you just felt like touching it.
"because that aint what we agreed on." he says into the phone, voice steady despite the fact youve now moved on to his hands.
you turn one of them over in your lap, running your thumb along old scars and rough knuckles, tracing every line in his skin with a quiet concentration while the conversation continues.
the man on the other end keeps talking, and toji tries listening.
then your fingers slide to the rolled sleeves of his top, adjusting them before trailing slowly down his forearm, following the muscle there with light touches that dont mean much to you and mean everything to him.
his jaw tightens slightly. "yeah," he mutters into the phone, "mhm"
by now youve found his hand again, interwining your fingers with his, turning them, tracing the shape of his thumb while leaning a little more heavily into his side.
youre not even looking at him, youre just happy sitting there, all soft and sweet, quietly occupying yourself with whatever part of him happens to be within your reach.
the silence on the other end of the call stretches.
"...you still there?" the guy asks.
toji blinks once, realizing he hasnt heard a godamn thing for the last minute. his eyes drop to you where youre curled against him, happily playing with his fingers while resting your cheek on his shoulder.
"yeah." he says "keep talkin."
but his free hand is already settling over yours, thumb brushing across your knuckles while he looks down at you for a second longer than necessary, then he leans over and presses a rough distracted kiss against the top of your head without interrupting the call, squeezing your hand once before settling back into the couch.
toji still isnt listening to the man on the phone, not with you tucked into his side playing with his hair, his sleeves, his hands, every soft little touch way too distracting.
â€ïžïčnerdjo is soo fed up with you, so he... complains to your pussy?
âyou,â nerd!gojo says, not to you, but to the part of him his six-inch-long fingers are devouring. âyouâre always so quiet when sheâs yelling at me. you could at least make a little noise for me then, y'know?â
you seize up, surprise and confusion hitting you at the same time. âgojo, what the hell are youââ
but he only shushes you with a patronizing little tsk, thrustsing two fingers deep in you just to watch you moan while his other hand clamps over your mouth firmly, cutting your words.
âiâm talking to her. not you.â his eyebrows furrow in that petty, childish pout he gets whenever heâs mildly inconvenienced, his bottom lip jutting out just the tiniest bit. âyou see, baby? she always tries to interrupt. just like when i was trying to study and she snatched my notes and threw them in a pond. called me a useless nerd right in front of everyone.â
his long fingers sustain a languid rhythm, his sculpted chest heaving with a short, annoyed huff at the memory. when you jerk your hips to throw him off, the heel of his hand cracks against your poor cuntâa sharp smack that forces a wet squelch against his palm.
âand the hitting,â he continues, voice pitching into a whinier, petulant cadence. âyou wouldnât believe it. last week, i got a bruise on my arm.â he adjusts his angle, the pad of his thumb rubbing your clit in coarse circles. âjust because i corrected her answer in advanced calculus. i was right! i always am! but she just likes making me feel small, doesn't she?"
"stop it" you shove against his shoulders, but satoru doesn't even rock back. he just pushes his fingers deeper, the heel of his hand pressing roughly against you.
âno,â his bright blue eyes are huge and glassy, talking to your vagina like itâs his only friend. âshe doesnât get to tell me to stop. not after she made me do her entire literature thesis. not after she tripped me in the cafeteria, and my tray went everywhere. i had to clean it up myself.â
he pumps his fingers into you harder, the wet sound of your body fluid becoming obscenely loud. âbut you understand me, donât you? youâre the only one whoâs ever nice to me.â
âg-gojo...â you whine, not even sure what youâre asking for. youâre so close, and the humiliation from this boy youâve spent all semester tormenting only fuels it.
âs'okay,â he coos, his voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. âyou can show her, right? show her what happens when sheâs mean to me.â
itâs the final permission your body needed, a hot, gushing release soaking his hand, his wrist, the inside of your thighs. it sprays, pearly streaks against the white sheets.
satoru goes stone still. his whining ceases as he cocks his head like a curious puppy. he slowly draws his glistening fingers out, staring at the wet trails sliding down his knuckles with an expression of rapt, awe-struck wonder, as if he's just successfully completed a difficult laboratory experiment. a long, satisfied exhale escapes his plush lips, his broad shoulders finally relaxing.
"you did it," he breathes, his voice reverent. he brings his soaked fingers to his mouth, never breaking eye contact with the only thing that never disappointed him. he licks a stripe across his wrist, swallowing your fluids eagerly. âyou did so good. congratulations. see? i knew you had it in you.â
he looks up at your eyes then, his azure gaze blazing with triumph behind his crooked glasses. a whiney nerd glowing with perverse pride.
âsee?â he whispers, leaning in to kiss your jaw. âi knew you liked me.â
rabbot x reader, where reader always plays with jackâs curls and hardly ever with robbyâs.
the three of them are on the couch, jackâs head on your lap watching a movie playing with his hair with the right hand while the left hand traces patterns on robbyâs thigh.
âwhy do you always play with jackâs hair?â Robby questions slightly jealous. âfor his blood circulation, i donât want him to go balding.â you whisper to not disturb jack watching the movie.
âwhat about my blood circulation?â he look at you with his big sad brown eyes, âhoney, i think you met me a bit too late for thatâŠâ you said reaching from behind him to scratch his neck.
ârude.â robby mumbled relaxing at your touch, âbut true.â muttered jack his eyes still focus on the tv.
âą ê° Û¶à§ ê± :: . dad!sukuna and dad!toji arguing about whose baby is cuter :: no cw fluff
sukuna and toji sat on the old benches outside at the park bickering as theyve done since they were just teenagers. the only difference was that now they both had a small baby girl on each of their laps.
you and tojis wife sat near a table farther away from them, chatting about motherhood as you heard their voices get higher and higher in volume.
âwhat do you think theyre arguing about now,â she asked, smiling at her husband with loving eyes.
âcouldnât really care less, they do this basically everyday,â you scoff, shaking your head.
you could hear their conversation slightly, both of you pausing to listen in.
âokay yeah your she is pretty cute but shes way fatter than my angel here,â sukuna said, gesturing to tsumikis chubby cheeks and tubby belly. âam i right kuni? youre way cuter than her,â sukuna said to his daughter, planting kisses all over her even chubbier face.
âokay yeah fuckface, she is a little bigger but shes still cuter. shes just been bulking since birth and thats perfectly fine.â toji said, smirking and crossing his arms smugly as if it makes complete sense.
âbulking? nah bro shes just fat, she probably doesnt even understand the concept of-â
smack.
sukuna was abruptly cut off as your hand met the back of his neck with a loud pop.
âah, the fuck was that for?â
smack.
âdont talk about tsumiki like that and watch your language. to be fair, you were even bigger than her when you were a baby.â
toji tilted his head back and let out a loud cackle.
âhow âbout that shit. ryomen was a fat ass baby, iâd love to see that.â
sukuna slapped tojis bicep, âshut the hell up.â
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when your husband is supposed to be the calm, rational one, you donât expect to find him standing at the foot of the bed with his cock in his hand, whining into the dark.
but thatâs where satoru ends up. tank top pushed halfway up his ribs, belt hanging useless from one loop, pants around his knees. his fist works up and down the fat length of his cock in rough, punishing strokes, spit and precum smeared down to his balls. heâs staring at you the whole timeâat the soft curve of your hip under the sheet, the flutter of your lashes against your cheek. pregnant. glowing. carrying his baby.
and heâs rutting into his hand like some desperate virgin.
the panties he stole from the laundry basket are bunched in his other hand, pressed to his face. he inhales like heâs drowning, shuddering so hard the flimsy fabric trembles against his nose. your musky scent has him sobbing out a noise that doesnât sound him at all.
âfuck, babyââ it rips out of him, pitched way too high. âsmell so good... oh fuck, i canâtâcanât stop.â
his cock is obscene. flushed dark, veins raised under the skin, the head slick enough to shine in the faint glow of the bedside lamp. precum drips in heavy strings down his balls, thick enough to coat his knuckles. every stroke drags more slick out of him, messy and loudâschlick, schlick, schlick.
he sucks at the fabric like it could feed him, panting between licks, nose buried deep so he could breathe you in while his tongue works. âgod, i'd eat you out for days if i justâmnhm!âif i just had the chance...â
his hips snap forward into his own fist, cock smacking his stomach with each thrust. precum splatters onto his tank top, dripping onto the hardwoods in obscene drops.
disgusting. a husband rutting into his fist because heâs too scared to touch his pregnant wife.
but satoru canât stop. heâs babbling now, words spilling fast and needy. âwant it so badâfuck, iâd worship you, i'd never stopââ
he chokes on a sob as his balls tighten up, cock jerking violently in his grip. the sound he makes is humiliating, a high and euphoric whine. his thighs shake.
cum spurts out in heavy ropes, hot and endless, painting his stomach, his abs, his fist, the floor. lewd, thick jets that wonât stop, spilling like his body is trying to empty years of frustration at once. it drips down the backs of his fingers, strings across his knuckles, sprays his shirt. he gasps, still pumping through it, cock still twitching violently.
âahâmnhgâfuck, t-too much, i canât...â his voice cracks, strangled, but his fist wonât let go. more cum leaks out, drooling down his cock, streaking his thighs. his knees buckle and he braces one hand on the nightstand, forehead dropping against the wood with a hollow thud.
when itâs finally over, when the spurts slow to tiny dribbles, heâs still shaking so hard he can barely breathe. his cock still twitches against his stomach, still half-hard like it doesnât know how to stop.
and youâre still asleep, lips parted beautifully while he stands there.