semi hiatus

“take a good look at my pretty girl.”

“s-sugu--”

“ah, ah, you aren't looking,” suguru purrs the reprimand gently in your ear. his usually comforting lavender eyes, now tinted darker in tender lust, burn into yours in the clear reflection opposite your bed.

well, they would burn into yours if you didn't have them screwed shut.

as his hips rock into yours languidly, dragging in and out of your glistening pussy, grazing your g-spot so deliciously, his fingers creep up to your jaw, cupping it loosely as he angles your face properly towards the mirror.

his strong arms are vined around your midsection, holding you up against his toned chest and rippled torso, thudding against your back with each deep, breathtaking thrust.

“c’mon, beautiful, open those pretty eyes of yours for me. hm?”

his thumb strolls across your bottom lip, mouth parted as he invades a particularly delectable spot inside you, your sloppy walls just drooling on his cock. a sweet moan drifts from between your lips, catching in the air and chiming into his ear, causing a deep rumble in his chest in response.

his hips suddenly come to a halt and this time, you whine. you attempt to wiggle your hips and fuck yourself on him but he tightens his arms around you, preventing any movement.

“suguruuu... need you.”

“hmm? if you really need me, you'd do what i tell you.”

with a huff, you slowly, reluctantly, open your eyes, eyelashes fluttering. you're met with your reflection, flushed, sweaty, towered by suguru whose lips curl up when you finally lock eyes.

“that's my girl. my beautiful, beautiful girl.”

the push and pull of his hips start up again, slower than before, savouring the way your insides pulse around him and burning the sight of your lust-scribbled features into his brain.

“do you even know how... hah... fuckin’ stunning you are?”

you think it's a rhetorical question, his voice a low rasp, sounding pained - either from the torturous pace or the fact that his pretty girl could ever feel insecure.

“answer me.”

in your half-dazed state, your head shakes ‘no’ almost on its own. you barely even register his question and your own answer.

“silly girl. you know how much i hate it when you talk bad about yourself; talk bad about my girl. it's just so inaccurate,” he drawls, snapping his hips against your ass to emphasise his point. and when a choked gasp crawls up from your throat, eyes rolling back, he lets out a deep hum. “look at yourself. isn't that the most gorgeous thing you've seen?”

his hand slides down from your jaw to your perked-up breasts, cradling them in his large hands and tweaking your nipples between his thumb and forefinger. it elicits a whine from you as you squirm against him. you feel him smile against the back of your neck as he trails kisses down it.

his touch travels further down to the plush of your stomach and waist and down, down, down. his touch reverent and cherishing, as if you're a precious jewel, all his. until his thumb brushes over your attention-seeking nub.

you twitch. “a-ah! please...” you beg, voice airy and dripping with need.

“‘please’, what?”

“please touch me. please make me cum.”

he increases the pressure of his thumb ever so slightly, teasing, enough to make you crave more. he pretends to think about it while angling his hips up, targeting that sweet pot of gold. your body almost buckles forward with a moan but he wraps an arm around you again.

“hmm... call yourself pretty first.”

“... ‘m pretty...” it's a mumble, unsure and barely voiced into the sultry atmosphere.

“louder. say ‘i'm sugu's pretty girl’”

he flexes his hips, snapping into you once more, twice, thrice. your lips and the headboard of the bed tremble, eyes slanted with brimming tears as you can practically taste your peak on the tip of your tongue but he keeps you riiighttt on edge.

“i'm s-sugu's pretty girl. fuck... p-please, please, please,” you ramble, whiney words strung together, they overlap and become incoherent.

he chuckles, pleased. “language,” he teases, knowing just how bad you need it and how good he's making you feel.

he, finally, applies firm pressure on your clit, rubbing it in rapid circles that contrast the steady, deep strikes of his v-line colliding with your ass. his movements are constant, determined to make you come undone on his twitching cock.

at the same time that tight coil snaps within you, his own control snaps; his thrusts become unsteady, messy, raw. the ecstasy dominates his restraint.

you cry out his name, head lolling to the side and your fingers digging into his forearm that's stuck to your waist as your body uncontrollably convulses, milking and milking him, forcing him to crash into his own wave of release.

“s-sugusugusugu... nngh--”

“i've got you, p-pretty girl, oh shit...”

you made suguru stammer.

his groans tickle the side of your neck, his glinted eyes fluttering shut as his thrusts turn shallow, shooting rope after rope of ivory into you. his abs constrict with each tight throb of his balls, chest heaving against your back. his hands roam over every inch of your skin he can reach, grounding himself and appreciating you.

and somehow, it feels like you're the one who has him balls deep inside you, like you're the submissive one, cheeks burning and hands trembling slightly. because his violet eyes are locked onto yours, a spark dancing around his dilated pupils. and a hint of a smirk resting on his lips before his lips part to let out the most beautiful moans each time your hips meet his.

the way he guides you through it and praises you. you have to force yourself to focus on what you're doing, to make sure your hips don't halt or falter, to keep eliciting the most sinful sounds from him.

"keep going, sweet girl. fuck... you're doing so well."

"mm, right there... yeah, there we go, you're making me feel so good."

“nngh-- fuck, mommy… miss you so much,” satoru whimpers into the empty room, lowering his hips down onto the thick toy suctioned to the floor, his thighs trembling and knees slipping along the floorboards.

his cock hangs heavy between his thighs, untouched, leaking so profusely that it drips onto the floor below in a small puddle, the tip so red it almost looks like it hurts. and his back is arched so beautifully, head tipped back, white hair tickling between his shoulder blades as he calls your name so desperately, his voice bouncing off the walls.

he twitches with each rise and fall of his hips, switching between a slow pace and a needy pace. he can’t help but ride faster when he imagines it’s your strap fucking him into the mattress relentlessly, calling him your slut, pounding into him when he begs for more.

“f-fuck, yeah. yeah, ‘m your slut.”

he chokes out a moan, caught up in his own fantasy as his eyes flutter shut. he slows his hips, letting the toy drag along his insides so lewdly and his hips jerk violently when it kisses his prostate so intimately. beads of precum adding to the puddle below.

“o-ooh, g-god… right there, right there. please, right there,” he gasps, repeating the same movement to hit his sweetest spot over and over again. each time increases the pitch of his moans and pulls his eyes further back into his skull. “oh my fuckin’ god… wish you were here. wish-- hnngh… wish you could fuck me. i need you hah so bad, mommy.”

he leans forward, hot palms pressing against the wooden floorboards to ground himself as he eagerly bucks his hips against the dildo. shallow thrusts complemented with filthy shlick shlick shlicks. and despite his rhythm becoming slightly unsteady, his arch never wavers. a show just for you.

what a blessing it is to have the strongest wrapped around your finger and so needy for you while you’re miles away on a mission.

a string of drool hangs from the corner of his mouth, his maw hanging open and his eyes rolled back in such a pornographic display. it’s a combination of wanting to put on a show for you and the pure ecstasy buzzing through his system.

“i’m making such a mess,” he mutters, eyes half-lidded and glazed over with a need that only you can satiate. he glances down at the continuous dripping of precum from the blushing head of his cock, yet he never moves to touch it. “need to cum so bad.”

he braces himself with his hands pushed against the floor, rocking his hips faster. desperate, uninhibited, insatiable. he smacks his ass down on it, his rhythm stuttering and wanton moans getting caught in his throat as he manages to attack his prostate insistently.

he tightens around the toy, imagining the condescending lilt in your voice as you tease him for being so eager. and it only making him fuck himself harder, taking the dildo deep until his mouth falls open and his eyes screw shut.

“oh, f-fuck, fuck, ngh fuck… it’s so-- i’m so close,” he whimpers, in between stutters and broken moans so wispy they get lost in the heated atmosphere of the room. “please, please… just a little more… gonna be hah s-so good for you.”

with a few more unsteady rolls of his hips and pitched moans of your name, rambling like a prayer, spurts of cum suddenly shoot all over the floor and he shakes with hot pleasure coursing through him.

his head is tilted all the way back it’s a miracle it hasn’t snapped, his adam’s apple bobbing as he struggles to let strangled noises free, silence falling from his lips.

he continues to ride the dildo, dragging his orgasm out until he’s milked his cock for all its worth, twitching with each rope of cum it squirts out.

through laboured breaths, he gradually comes back to his senses, opening his eyes to make sure his phone camera captured every second of it. and a pleased smirk slinks onto his lips as he faces the camera. a smirk that tells you what exactly will happen once you come back home.

and somehow, it feels like you're the one who has him balls deep inside you, like you're the submissive one, cheeks burning and hands trembling slightly. because his violet eyes are locked onto yours, a spark dancing around his dilated pupils. and a hint of a smirk resting on his lips before his lips part to let out the most beautiful moans each time your hips meet his.

the way he guides you through it and praises you. you have to force yourself to focus on what you're doing, to make sure your hips don't halt or falter, to keep eliciting the most sinful sounds from him.

"keep going, sweet girl. fuck... you're doing so well."

"mm, right there... yeah, there we go, you're making me feel so good."

SYNOPSIS: you asked your boyfriend to help you study for a maths test, but what he didn't expect was for you to cockwarm him throughout, testing his will. you said you'd reward him after he helps you study, but what's wrong with getting his reward sooner?

cw (minors please dni): switch!satoru (like literally he switches so fast), cockwarming, needy toru, he gets a little filthy, sex on his desk, a little nipple play, creampie. (photos found on pinterest and art by @/teaforgods. dividers by @/cursed-carmine)

word count: 1.8k

fem!reader x nerd!gojo satoru, university!au, nsfw

you pretend to ignore the vein on the underside of his length throbbing just right against that sweet, spongy spot on the front wall of your leaking pussy while you sit prettily on satoru’s lap, reading aloud from the textbook splayed out on the desk in front of you.

satoru, on the other hand, can’t think about anything but your plush walls hugging him so tightly, coating his cock in your sweet juices that he swears he can smell. and it’s making him feral.

his slender fingers grasp at your waist, grounding himself, holding himself back from moving. though, he can’t help the heavy beads of precum that stain your walls and the twitch of his dick with each word that spills out of your beautiful mouth.

so, so beautiful. painfully beautiful. your mouth, your voice, your--

“baby,” he breathes out like it hurts, voice strained with a barely contained need.

“hmm?” you hum in response with faux innocence, turning your head to look at him and in the process, you shift on his lap which has him biting back a pathetic moan.

and when you ask him to fuck you harder, he's crooning with such a saccharine lilt you wouldn't think that he's pounding his hips into yours. enough that you already know your hips will be sore the next day.