Boyfriend!Gojo… who thinks since he is your boyfriend it’s okay to be a pervert .
He takes your panties, humps your pillows, and is constantly gropping your boobs. He dosent hesitate to put your hand on his cock whenever he’s horny- even when your out, and he dosent mind taking out his cock while watching you shower, panting heavily while his eyes squeeze shut.
Today after you find yet again another pair of underwear stuffed into his side of the dresser- you snap.
“Toru come here once your done baby.” You say trying to stay calm.
After he’s done brushing his teeth, he walks into the shared room and smiles softly “what is it- oh…” his smile drifts away as he sees you holding a Lacey pair of panties you bought a few days ago as a suprise.
“Now this” you say as you hold the panties up “this is why you don’t get nice things.”
“Hey you can’t be mad at me because my girlfriend makes me horny” he says with a shrug
“Not when I have constant cum stains on them- this is brand new Gojo”
“Ouch” he winces “didn’t have to use the last name” he jokes, but your not laughing.
“Fine, look I’ll stop with the underwear thing okay”
And you think that is that.
Untill he starts finding different ways to be perverted.
He starts gaining a obsession with your thighs.
Always touching them, grabbing and massaging them. And it’s fine with you— it really is!
Untill he wants to fuck them.
“Please baby, I promise it’ll feel good”
“All you have to do is lay there!”
“I’ll stop trying to do anal if you say yes”
But you say no. You keep denying him because you think it’ll feel weird, or you’ll look weird.
Right now, after a long day of being separated, Gojo is on top of you, kissing your neck softly while you let out tiny whimpers.
He reaches into the drawer to grap a condom untill he realizes they’re all gone.
“No more condoms baby” he pouts
“It’s okay” you pants, lips swollen from the kissing “just go raw”
He frowns.
“Isn’t that like the best news a guy can hear? Why are you pouting?” You question
“It’s just I was thinking , maybe, you know— I could do the thigh thing” he says shyly.
Now one thing about Satoru Gojo is he’s anything but shy. But now his head in buried into your neck and you realize he’s not shy— just needy.
He’s biting at your neck while whispering praises in your ears when you finally say yes.
And now, he’s slowly pushing into your thighs that are squeezed together, and letting out a loud overexaggerated moan. His eyes don’t leave your thighs as his mouth stays open.
His cock keeps nudging your clit as his thrusts get more confident. More rough.
His hands stay steady on your hips as he starts speeding up the pace
“See baby” he says through labored breath “ dosent this feel so so so good — fuck —- you always feel good” his head is thrown back as his grip tightens on your hips before he raises his hand and delivered a tight slap to your pussy
“Fuckkkk you almost there baby— you feeling good??? ” he moans out before moving his fingers to your clit.
Your back arches and mouth comes to a silent scream as your orgasam rushes over you, but satrou keeps moving, driving you to overstimulation.
You try to move back, trying to leave from his harsh grip, but he pulls you back to him, keeping you in place
“Your not going anywhere untill I’m done with you”
Anya is live and ready to show you everything. Watch her strip, dance, and perform exclusive shows just for you. Interact in real-time and make your fantasies come true.
✓ Live Streaming✓ Interactive Chat✓ Private Shows✓ HD Quality
Anya is LIVE right now
FREE
Free to watch • No registration required • HD streaming
Boyfriend!Gojo.. who knew it was a bad idea to let his Nympo girlfriend tie him up and top him, because it’s been 2 hours- and it dosent seem like your stopping soon.
His legs are shaking and the tears that started to form in his eyes are threatening trinkle down his face when you decide to go harder.
“F-fuck please- aren’t you tired” he cry’s out as you move your fingers to his sensitive nipples and give him a hard pull
“No, Toru it feels so fucking good, can’t stop- I need it” you moan out, feeling his cock twitch deep inside you, pulling you into yet another orgasam.
Gojos eyes squeeze shut as he feels you moan and pulse around him
“I’mgonnacum I’m gonna- oh my god!” He yells out as he fills you up-
Wait he’s not.
He can’t.
There’s nothing coming out anymore. The only thingyou can feel are his hips pushing up into you and his hands pulling on the restraints.
“There’s nothing coming out, fuckkk baby you’ve got me cumming dry” he pants, trying to control himself as his now sensitive cock “maybe it’s time we- nonono please..”
His words stop in his mouth as he feels you slowly grinding on him while biting your lip - looking at him with that look in your eye.
“But I’m still so wet for you Satoru” you lean and whisper into his ear “and I feel so fucking full, and you feel so fucking good” you start slowly moving up and slamming back down against him.
His body practically jolts, while his mouth opens into a silent O. You move your hand behind you, and too his balls and give a harsh squeeze.
“Come on, I know you have something- oh!!”
Your suprised as you see him shake and his balls clench in your hand as he cums agian. Less than a minute after you started moving.
Tears stream down his face, while his hair sticks to his forehead. He’s softly crying while looking up at you, sensitivity written on his face.
“Do you want a minute ?” You ask softly while moving your hand to his face.
He nods.
“Then I guess you won’t mind me sitting on your face to give your dick a break?”
Loser!choso.. who has been trying to find anything- anything to replicate how he would imagine sex to feel.
Loser!choso… who once spent a day hiding in his room, rubbing his cock raw while looking at photos from your Instagram. I mean you put them out there so technically it was fine right? Plus it’s not like he was ever going to actually talk to you in person, so it’s like it never happened.
Loser!choso… who fucked into his fleshlight countless times that day, pushing his cum back inside while he whispers your name under his breathe with need.
Loser!choso…who’s heart stopped as soon as he accidentally liked one of your posts while he was jerking off. And who almost combusted when he got a text from you 5 minutes later.
Loser!choso… who tried to act normal when you guys were messaging back and forth, trying to pretend his head wasent just thrown back in pure ecstasy while imagine what you looked like when you cum.
Loser!choso… who started relaxing when you weren’t mad at him, and wanted to get to know him more.
See, he always knew jerking off was productive.
You honestly hadn’t even known that choso had Instagram till he liked a post of yours... from 3 years ago. But it’s fine , you thought it was cute!
After that day you started talking more, in school, and out. Planning study dates and walks at the park, and things were going great!
Loser!choso.. who started being pretty fucking weird. Ever since you started dating he’s been so so desperate for you.
Trying to find any reason to rub aginst you, grab your boobs, whisper dirty things in your ear, and what’s worse of all is send photos throughout the day of himself whenever he’s hard.
He also has a bad habit of busting into your dorm just to make out. And even though you wanted to wait a little longer before you were ready for sex, you sure as hell didn’t mind watching him get off infront of you though! I mean you had to let him have something
And today all his dreams came true.
You told him that since you’ve been dating for a few months that you were ready for sex and he practically pounced you… untill he realized he had no clue what to actually do.
“It’s okay choso, I’ll take care of you” you say with a sweet smile and he swears he almost came his pants at that very moment.
Now, you were on your bed, you on top stradaling him, calm. And Choso beneath you, pushing his hips up in yours while sucking hickeys onto your neck, frantic.
“Please- please can’t wait anymore” he whimpers out while trying to push your shirt off of you , and when you finally took it off, he let out a moan, instantly moving his mouth to find your nipples, before you stop him by starting to unbutton his pants.
When both of your clothes were finally off, he started getting nervous. After all this time he’d actually get to feel you. I mean hell, after this he for sure is throwing away his fleshlight .
“Are you sure you want to do this” he asked, half his brain taking a moment to make sure you were okay.
“I’m fine Cho.. your just pretty big” you say with a whisper, and a bite of your lip.
He watches you with hooded eyes as you lift your self above him and finally start sinking down.
“Fuck!” He manages to yell as you slowly sink down onto him. His eyes are closed, head thrown back, and his hands fly to your hips, squeezing them so hard there’s sure to be a bruise.
“Wait wait I-I’m so close” he pants out with a whimper.
His breathe is labored and his hips can’t keep themselves from trying to fuck in you despite his words.
“It’s okay just bretahe” you manage to say between pants yourself. “S-stop fucking moving your hips choso” you close your eyes, trying to get used to the stretch of him. It feels too fucking good. All of him. And you really want to fucking move.
So you do.
You brace your hands on his chest and lift yourself up before slamming back down onto him, making him cry out and tears start to leave his eyes.
“S-so good it’s soo fucking good oh my god didn’t- didn’t think it’d be like this” he slurs, words barley there.
His hips start rising with you, moving faster and faster untill you don’t have to do any of the work. Now your the one begging him to slow, but he won’t- he can’t.
He flips you over and hikes one of your legs over your shoulder, providing a much, much deeper angle, making you see stars.
“F-fuck you feel s’good. I knew it ever since I was jerking off to your photos that this pussy would be Heavenly.” He admits shamelessly
“You use to jerk off to me?” You begin to question before your interuppted by a rude thumb that moves down to rub quick circles on your clit causing you to arch your back into him, only pushing him deeper.
“Shh, shhh it’s okay it’s not important” he pants out before suddenly his hips stutter and his eyes squeeze shut.
“Fuckfuckfuck your gonna make me cum- I’m close” he speeds up his movements on you and move his hand to your throat
“I’m- I’m right there with you, do it Inside, choso do it inside” you manage to let out between gasps, and move your hand to his hair, pulling lightly untill you hear him let out a deep moan and you feel him fill you up with rough movements.
Your legs hook around him and your mouth opens to a silent scream as your sent into your orgasam, Choso’s ministrations on you don’t stop- no. He wants you to fucking feel it.
It’s okay untill your trying to push him off of you dose he stop and move to rest on his knees, looking down at you panting.
when satoru tells you you’re his first, he’s already balls deep inside you.
he hasn’t even moved yet, cock still settling into the foreign warmth of your walls. but he’s in deep. the swollen, blunt head kissing your cervix like he’s determined to mold your pussy to the shape of his cock. and the admission is so sudden, so unexpected that you almost don’t believe it—because he still has the cocky grin of a man who’s never been told ‘no’ before.
“hahh,” you gasp when he moves, as if just to test, “you’re serious?”
and he has his eyes sealed shut, almost as if in pain as you clench around his hardened length, “dead serious,” he breathes, a little blush creeping on his ears, “don’t get used to it.”
then he moves, slow and teasing, testing. hips pistoning forward with a gradual rhythm, and he goes all the way in each time, every push of his cock into your cervix feels like a maddening attempt at trying to rearrange your guts, “f-fuck—so tight, baby, feels so good. ”
you’re halfway into forming a coherent thought when he dips into your breasts, mouthing sloppily at the nipples like he’s not even trying to indulge in the motion of his cock fucking you dumb right now, like it’s all so effortless for him.
your responses only come in the form of sharp inhales and messy attempts at moaning his name, each time voice breaking into something unintelligible. he totally just lied to you. there’s no way this dick is inexperienced.
he’s much of a mess himself, not loud with talking but with groaning and whimpering, “nngh—baby, you’re squeezin’ the life out of me—hah,” a searing heat follows every time and goes straight to your core, molten ache of pleasure closer and closer to erupting as satoru picks up the speed.
but then he comes before you, a painful sharp inhale, followed by several deep breaths, his whole body shuddering with explosive pleasure. when he finally pulls out, you see the swell of hot tears collecting on his eyelashes.
“uhm, toru?” you hum, “are you—”
satoru plops his head on your stomach, snow strands hiding his face perfectly. he’s still breathing hard, catching his breath, and you swear the whimpers that escape him are not entirely from pleasure.
“you cryin?” you ask, tugging at his hair lightly. he doesn’t really do much to respond. just buries his face deeper.
a few seconds is enough time for him to relax, and he’s only lifting his head up to look at you now, chin still resting on your bellybutton, “fuck, didn’t think you’d feel so good.”
“you really are a virgin,” you tease, and he takes it personally.
in seconds he’s back up, throwing your legs over his shoulder with little effort, “wan’ more baby, wanna taste you now, wanna make you cum.”
and satoru gojo loves to prove how good he is at everything.
You first notice it in the small things. When Gojo comes back from his week-long trip with his old friends, he’s still his loud, overbearing self—the same man who insists on hugging you from behind when you’re cooking, the same one who leaves his socks everywhere, and the same one who refuses to let you watch an episode of anything without him.
But… he’s off.
It’s the way he pauses before answering questions, like he’s searching for the right response. The way he laughs, still loud and boisterous, but a beat too late, like an echo of someone else’s joy. The way his kisses feel different—not bad, not wrong, but strange. Colder somehow, more deliberate, like he’s mimicking something he remembers instead of something he feels.
You chalk it up to exhaustion. Jet lag, maybe.
Then there are the little habits he seems to… forget.
Gojo never sleeps on his back—he always curls into you, sprawling, stealing every inch of bed space. But now? You wake up at 3 AM, and he’s lying flat, arms stiff at his sides, staring at the ceiling. Awake. Quiet. He doesn’t even blink when you whisper his name. A chill runs down your spine, but the next morning, he’s back to humming while brushing his teeth, flashing his usual cocky grin.
You let it go. You want to let it go. Until the movie night. . .
It’s nothing serious, just the two of you curled up on the couch with a blanket, half-watching some B-grade horror flick while you shovel roasted peanuts into your mouth. Gojo has his long legs thrown across your lap, whining about jump scares being predictable, reaching over to steal from your bowl like always.
You don’t even notice at first. It’s only when your hand brushes his as you both reach for another handful that you pause. Your heart lurches. . .
Gojo Satoru is deathly allergic to peanuts. He can’t even be in the same room if someone cracks open a jar of peanut butter. You’ve spent years making sure none of your takeout orders have touched nuts. He once broke out in hives just from kissing you after you ate a Snickers.
But here he is. Popping them into his mouth like candy. Chewing. Swallowing. Smiling. You freeze, staring at him, bowl trembling in your lap. “Babe?” you whisper.
He turns his head lazily, flashing that perfect grin you’ve seen a thousand times—but now it feels wrong. Like a mask pulled too tight over someone else’s face. “Yeah?”
The word is so normal. So casual. But your stomach twists because now you see it—all the little things you brushed aside. His laugh a beat too late. His kisses that feel rehearsed. The way he stares just a second too long, like he’s waiting for you to notice something.And now… The peanuts.
This isn’t your boyfriend.
This isn’t Gojo.
The realization sinks into your bones like ice water. The thing sitting beside you isn’t him.
And the worst part? It knows you know.
Because as you watch, his smile doesn’t falter. Doesn’t slip. It just widens—slow, deliberate, stretching far too wide as his hand dips into the bowl again, crunching down on another peanut without breaking eye contact.
Anya is live and ready to show you everything. Watch her strip, dance, and perform exclusive shows just for you. Interact in real-time and make your fantasies come true.
✓ Live Streaming✓ Interactive Chat✓ Private Shows✓ HD Quality
Anya is LIVE right now
FREE
Free to watch • No registration required • HD streaming
Im from Ontario (yes im doxing myself there are 16 million people in the province) but every time it gets cold i get a cold, like im always sick but then i get even more sick 🥹
Warning: Voyeurism, stalking, and a lot of insane stuff
- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -
He never meant to fall so deeply in love with you. To stalk you and kill the people you love. But when he saw your smile for the first time at the game store, he just couldn’t help himself.
You were so kind, pretty, and charming he was so excited to scan the video game you had in your hand.
“Hello” you say with a soft smile on your face, handing him the game. He dosent miss the way your nose scrunches slightly when you smile, your eyes creasing on the sides with joy.
“Hey- um is this all you want?” He try’s to sound cool, to grab your attention but he’s a stuttering mess.
All you do is nod before he checks out your item and you walk away. He watches the way your hips sway, and your hair move slightly as you turn to shoot him one last smile before you leave.
And that does it for him.
He ran to the door, flipping the open sign to closing. He goes to the back office and pulls up the security camera feed and zooms into where you were standing.
He sits on the rolling chair and moves his pants down to his knees, hastily pulling his hard cock out of his underwear.
He usually uses his right hand to stroke his heavy cock, but he decides to use his left- for no specific reason . Except it’s the hand you slightly touched while handing over the game.
He’s never been so horny in his life than he is now, looking at your cute face.
He starts thinking.
You look about 20 years old which must mean your still in collage right? Shouldn’t be that hard for him to figure out exactly where. He takes computer science , so it should be easy to find out your license plate number and hack into the police data base to find where you live.
Fuck— he’s getting excited now. He’s picking up speed, mouth hanging open as he pants, and tightens his grip on his cock which is now pathetically leaking a steady stream of pre-cum.
He lets out gasp when his thumb glides over the head of his dick, starting to get close embarrassingly fast.
He swears he’s never washing his hand after somebody like you touched it.
he wonders what underwear your wearing.
Are you wearing a matching set? Fuck what shampoo do you wear? He wishes you got closer so he could at least smell you. Are you shaved or not - not that he would care anyway. He wishes he could see. “Pleaseplease— mhm!” He begs. He dosent even know what he’s saying at this point. Just babbling under his breath as his thighs begin to shake and his hand that’s resting on the mouse connected to the computer , starts to go down to his balls.
As soon as he sees you look back at him while you leave, pushes him over the edge.
His mouth is open in a silent scream as he shoots thick white spurts into his hand, some landing on the screen infront of him. As soon as he sees your pretty little face on screen covered in his cum, the breathe is taken from his lungs. His back arches and eyes shut tightly as images of you flash in his head.
As soon as he comes down from his orgasm, he has a plan. A plan he’s already planning to execute as he licks his juices off of his hand, slightly moaning as he cleans up. Only his hand though.
His legs and chest are covered in cum but he won’t clean it up — no. He’s saving it for later. As a reminder to himself of what you do to him.
He shuts down the computer and packs up his things to go home. He leaves the mall , gets In his car, and instead of going home he waits. Waits for the mall to close so he can waltz into the main security room- check the cameras, and find your license plate number. This is his plan.
Several hours later he carefully exited his car walking back into the mall late at night cautiously, just in case there’s any stragglers inside still closing up. He slowly walks up the the security unit inside the mall, slipping in through the door and looking at the security feed.
He sees you go into the food court, and go on with your shopping, so unaware that you would be watched later.
So fucking innocent.
He watches as you exit the mall and go to your car, slipping into your grey Nissan and driving away. He quickly dots down the plate number on paper before sneaking out the mall.
- - - - - - - -
On his way home he can barley focus, he can’t stop thinking about you.
Your soft spoken words. Your soft lips and beautiful eyes. The way you walked, talked, and simply existed was so perfect to him.He wanted needed to make you his.
So he dose.
The next day he’s mad- not at you, you couldn’t do no wrong in his eyes. He’s mad you have a roommate.
After a little digging he’d found where you’d live and the collage , and realized your living off campus, being roommates with this guy named Brian.
It made his blood boil. What did this guy do that made him deserve to live with you? How dare he be so lucky to have you around him all day? Granted, Satrou has only been around you for about 10 seconds- but that would change soon.
When he moves in with you.
He knows what he has to do to be able to do that, and they aren’t the …. Nicest things. Maybe not the smartest things either but it needs to be done for him to help you.
You see, once he moves in with you, you won’t have to worry your pretty little head about a single thing. He will pay the rent, the food- everything. Eventually he’ll convince you to take collage online so he can be around you allll day.
So he convinces himself this is for you. But it sure as hell dosent feel that way when your roommate is running into your home, with a broken nose and bloodied face.
“What the hell happned to you Brian?!” You question , jumping up from your spot on the couch and following him to his room.
“I gotta go” his voice is muffled as he holds his nose with one hand, and grabbing a empty suitcase with another. He is hurriedly shoving his clothes into the suitcase - barley explaing a thing.
“Brian-“
“Shut up! I can’t- I just can’t tell you or he’ll come for me” Geniune fear is laced in his voice as he finishes packing up and is tumbling out the door in a hurry.
All you see is a door slam as he leaves, and you never see him again. Shock is written in your face as you spend the whole night trying to call him.
You didn’t know that Gojo was the one behind it. The one who pulled Brian into a ally and beat him to a pulp, threatening to kill him if he dosent move out and loose contact with you.
Time for the next step of the plan.
That consists of a little hope on his end. He’s hopping you’ll put up another add seeking another roommate to slip into your old ones place.
Everyday he’s crossing his fingers, waiting on a Facebook post from you asking somebody- anybody, to move In with you to help with rent.
And when you do he damn near faints.
He’s laying on his bed when he hears a loud ding from his computer, and he tumbles out the bed, almost falling when he sees your name on the top of the screen.
“Hey, anybody live near *input collage*? Message me if you’d love a roommate off campus!”
He’s happily going to your icon to message you, saying he’s intrested. He wants to be certain you pick him.
Right now he’s using his “family friendly” account - as he likes to call it. This account has photos of him with family and friends, just normal things like thanksgiving and whatnot. He made it because his mom made him, but boy is he happy.
This would make it more likely that’d you’d choose him as a roomie. Making him seem more friendly and not like a creep. Not like he is a creep… he’s only doing this for you. For love.
So it’s okay!!!
He gets distracted, and ends up on your Instagram, scrolling through your photos , and jerking himself raw to the pictures of you by the pool, at the mall, anywhere.
This is starting to become a nightly routine that he’s been doing for a while now. He just can’t stop :/.
He honestly can’t think off a better way to cum than looking at your stunning face while shooting ropes onto his phone and licking it up after. Actually - nothing will get him hard but you these days. Not the porn magazines he has in his room, but those always are a bit old school. Not the thought of another girls boobs bouncing in his face as they ride him- no none of that. Only you.
And his hand just isn’t cutting it anymore.
That’s why he’s here right now. In this random sex store that he found about 10 minutes into town. He’s searching for a fleshlight, some lube… and a blindfold.
He’s always wanted to experiance wearing a blindfold while rubbing his overworked cock raw , it just feels so natural to have a blindfold on. Comforts him in a way. Also it’s very easy to imagine your pretty pussy is on him instead of a fleshlight.
When he gets to the counter he hurriedly throws the stuff on the counter and looks to the side in embarrassment.
“Planning on having a nice night in?” The cashier jokes
“Um.. yeah something like that…” he responds, cheeks red and eyes avoiding eye contact.
“You know… somebody that’s as handsome as you shouldn’t be spending his night alone…” she continues, slowly scanning his items and putting them into a bag.
All Gojo dose is stare at her.
He dosent really know what to do. Girls do talk to him- he is pretty attractive. But ever since he met you he dosent want to entertain. He wasent a virgin or anything like that, I mean that’d be pathetic. But he wasn’t exactly a expert either.
Looking closer you guys did have some of the same features. Now- the cashier wasent nearly as stunning as you were… but he could imagine.
“I mean it’s fine.. I’m pretty busy most the time anyways” he says, sliding her a 20 to pay for the toys. All she dose is nod and hand him over a bag, printing out the receipt and scribbling something down on it.
He walks away awkwardly and drives towards his house. Goodnesss he’s so hard. He couldn’t stop thinking about you. Shit, that’s probably why that worker was looking at him- he just kept adjusting his pants.
But it’s really not his fault that your haunting his mind. Not his fault that you can’t get out of his head. What else is he supposed to do???
I mean he can hardly wait for your response to the DM he sent on Facebook. He constantly checks every hour, hoping you said something.
As soon as he enters his room he’s pulling down his pants and grabbing the fleshlight. He’s never used one before , and he’s never been this excited to jerk off before!
Well that’s a lie. The day you met him, his cock was basically jumping out of his pants…..
But right when he’s about to sink into the warm tight haven, he gets a message from you.
“Hi! How are you? I’d love to do a meet and greet and get to know each other a bit more”
Mean!nanami.. who after a long day at work isn’t such a gentlemen. You’ve been oh! So good lately, but he needs a reason to take his anger out you so he purposely makes you disobey him
Mean!nanami.. who has you in doggy, instead of the usually missionary position, thrusting pounding into you so hard you feel your body rock as you grip onto the sheets.
Mean!nanami… just being so unfair.
“Put your chest to the bed” he says sternly, and you listen as always, but as soon as you do , he’s roughly pulling you up by the hair agian to make you get back up.
“I said down.” He says agian, meaner this time, as he smacks the side of your ass so hard you know there’s gonna be a mark.
You listen, arching your back, as you put your chest to the bed, right before he fists your hair agian pulling you up. You try to stay down but he keeps pulling untill it’s painful not to go with it.
“Do you not know how to listen to your husband anymore darling?” He says only moving faster.
“Do you even deserve my cock if your gonna continue to disobey?”
“Ken your being s’mean. I’m being good see-“ you try to arch agian, but his hands find his way pulling you up agian. You sob. You know what’s he’s doing, and now your not going to be able to cum.
“Maybe it’s the position huh? Let’s switch”
Mean!nanami.. who has you in the missionary as he fucks his cock deeper into you, hitting that special spot inside every. Single. Time.
“Stay laying down don’t move” he says, randomly sitting up on his heels while your legs wrap around him
Easy enough right? Wrong.
He picks you, still fucking into you as you throw your head back in frustration, trying to get out of his mean grip.
“Ken!” You yell , annoyed.
“Yelling and disobeying me?” He says letting go agian as you flop back on the bed. “I said stay down”
He lifts you up agian and you hit on his chest and try to push him away but he dosent budge.
“I guess you don’t deserve my cock huh?”
Mean!nanami… who is jerking off infront of your sobbing face , as you pout and cry more tears, he’s rubbing his throbbing tip over your tears and groaning when he cock touches your lips. Meanwhile your left needy for him.
Mean!Nanami who dosent let you cum that night
Don’t be afraid to leave messages/ asks, I wanna talk to you guys 💕
Munch!choso…. Who’s just so damn impatient, he dosent have half the mind to take off your underwear before he’s shoving your thighs open with a harsh grip, and pushing his face between your legs.
Munch!choso… who drives you into overstimulation at least once a day. Ignoring your begs for him to slow down. You know your safe word, and so dose he. So untill he hears it spilling from your pretty lips , he’s not stopping anytime soon.
Munch!choso… who always has a pout on his face when you tell him it’s becoming too much. Starting to try to act sad by saying things like-
“So you hate me?”
“You just want me to starve?”
And when you finally do allow him to go back down he’s practically moaning into you. Hips rutting on the bed the more you pull his hair and tell him how good he’s making you feel.
Munch!choso… who never wants anything in return. All he needs is your pretty pussy in his mouth and he’s smiling ear to ear. Plus he usually cums in his pants just from that, but he won’t let you know.
Munch!choso… who’s misrable when your gone and he can’t get a taste of you. He’s slowly jerking off to memories of eatting you out untill your crying and shaking under him. Thinking about edging himself untill you cum with him.
Munch!choso… who can’t choose between eatting you out or sinking his cock into your warm pussy. It’s a hard choice, but usually you do both.
Anya is live and ready to show you everything. Watch her strip, dance, and perform exclusive shows just for you. Interact in real-time and make your fantasies come true.
✓ Live Streaming✓ Interactive Chat✓ Private Shows✓ HD Quality
Anya is LIVE right now
FREE
Free to watch • No registration required • HD streaming
Perv!Toji.. who pretends to be nonchalant and not care when you leave, only to go to your room and jerk off with your dirty underwear.
Perv!toji.. who gives you “inspections” , as a excuse to grope your boobs to make sure you stay “healthy” .
Perv!Toji … humps the bed while you sleep, looking right at your rested face, going faster with every little snore you make untill he makes a huge sticky mess on the bed
Perv!Toji.. who wants to watch you shower, he tells you it’s to make sure you don’t fall, but it always ends in you being picked up and fucked against the wall.
Perv!Toji..who only pays for your nails if you promise to have your hands wrapped around his cock tightly, and jerk him off untill he’s shooting blanks.
Perv!Toji..who almost cums in his pants whenever you call him a pervert.
“TOJI I keep telling you to leave my underwear alone. What the fuck is this?!” You say holding up the cum stained underwear that you found for the 4th time that week
“It’s not that big of a deal , your mine anyways” he huffs under his breathe
“Your always being such a pervert you need to leave my stuff alone this is insane you need to…” your voice drifts off in his head as he grunts lowly and throws his head back while he’s rubbing his cock roughly, you look in shock at him staring at you -not breaking eye contact- as a dark spot starts to show on the front of his pants.
Perv!Toji … who won’t ever stop.
This is very freaky and kind of not okay but here we are 😭 let me know who to do next
it’s been a hard day at work? just the thought of him sucking on your tits when he comes home makes him feel instantly better. he’s bored? he’ll come to you and do exactly that, simply because he can.
doesn’t matter if you’re sitting on the couch scrolling on your phone, standing in the kitchen making coffee or lying in bed half asleep. he’ll just appear behind you, turn you around to face him, hands on your waist before lifting your shirt up and starting to play with your nipples, pinching them and rolling them between his fingers.
if you’re in the kitchen, then he’ll scoop you up and sit you on the counter, put himself between your legs, lower his head and start sucking on them like there’s no tomorrow.
he hums a little while he sucks too, like he’s savoring every second and god, as much as you tell him it’s annoying and that he should stop with this stupid obsession, you can’t help but love how actually fixated he is on your chest.
he bites softly sometimes, just enough to make you gasp and arch into him and he actually grins when you do, he’s completely addicted to the way you react.
sometimes he’ll lean down in the middle of a conversation, start by massaging your boobs a little, then put his mouth to work and when you try to cover your mouth to hide a moan, that’s when he bites a little harder, because if there’s one thing satoru gojo loves more than sucking on your nipples, it’s hearing the little sweet sounds you make while he’s doing it. well, that and obviously, your cunt.
but yeah, he doesn’t care. he’s relentless.
“you’re so perfect,” he murmurs between sucks, “i could do this forever.”
you try to push him away, joking, “satoru, not now,” but it’s useless. he’s got that stubborn, possessive grin and before you know it, your hands are tangled in his hair, pulling him even closer to your breasts while he’s got both of them in his mouth, sucking, nibbling and teasing your nipples.
he loves it. loves it more than you can even describe. every gasp, every shiver, every soft whine coming from you makes him grin wider. he’s addicted to you and to your chest.
and let’s not even get started on how obsessed he is with you giving him tit jobs. he loves feeling you squeeze his cock hard between your boobs, watching you lick his tip while grinding your chest up and down with one hand under them to press his cock between them even harder. he moans and groans when he cums on them, watching his cum spill over the curves of your breasts, running down to your hard bubs.
“satoru, again? so soon? are you serious?” you scold him, noticing how hard he’s already getting again.
“baby, it’s not my fault!” he whines, pressing himself against you. he buries his face in your chest, groaning as he laps up his cum from your tits, utterly desperate and addicted to the taste of himself on you. “i just love my pretty girls so much!”
sometimes he murmurs lowly, almost to himself, “mh, can’t wait to get you pregnant so they can feed me,” making you laugh a little at how ridiculously desperate and dumb he sounds.
he’s a freak, and he knows it—and he wears that title proudly.
Horny!Satoru.. who’s constantly pulling you back to bed, in a bathroom, or a ally , too feel your hands on his aching dick, and your tired of it.
Horny!Satoru.. who’s constantly fucking you up into the headboard , until you physically can’t speak any words, and your whole body goes numb.
Horny!satoru.. who’s on a sex ban?!
“What? Why” he asks, genuine shock and betrayal present on his face, while he holds his heart like you’ve said something that should’ve never been said
“You know why, don’t ask me why. I’m tired of feeling bedridden every night, and you thinking it’s not a big deal. I need time to heal” you state “also you wanna do something like 4 times a day, don’t you get tired?!”
“The strongest is never tired” he says proudly
“And Yeah I can give you time. I won’t fuck you till tonight yeah?” He says, with that same damn smirk he always has on his beautiful face that you just want to sit on- wait no. You need a break. At least that’s what you keep telling yourself. But it’s hard to keep your word when you see his long fingers, or his shirt clinging to his perfect chest when he works out.
“No not tonight, it’s a 5 day ban becuase-“
“FIVE DAYS?!” He says in shock, like you shot his family, or put a sword through his chest. 
“Okay that’s way to long , baby, you can’t leave me here allsad cold alone and horny… I’m not ready to divorce your pussy yet”
You burst out a quick laugh “divorce my what??” You say before pushing his shoulder “5 day ban and that’s final.”
Horny!satoru.. who is pushing your head further down on his cock right after because you only said a sex ban, not a blowjob ban.
I tried to add a tiny bit of plot instead of just smut 😭 anyways how do we like??
Munch!choso…. Who’s just so damn impatient, he dosent have half the mind to take off your underwear before he’s shoving your thighs open with a harsh grip, and pushing his face between your legs.
Munch!choso… who drives you into overstimulation at least once a day. Ignoring your begs for him to slow down. You know your safe word, and so dose he. So untill he hears it spilling from your pretty lips , he’s not stopping anytime soon.
Munch!choso… who always has a pout on his face when you tell him it’s becoming too much. Starting to try to act sad by saying things like-
“So you hate me?”
“You just want me to starve?”
And when you finally do allow him to go back down he’s practically moaning into you. Hips rutting on the bed the more you pull his hair and tell him how good he’s making you feel.
Munch!choso… who never wants anything in return. All he needs is your pretty pussy in his mouth and he’s smiling ear to ear. Plus he usually cums in his pants just from that, but he won’t let you know.
Munch!choso… who’s misrable when your gone and he can’t get a taste of you. He’s slowly jerking off to memories of eatting you out untill your crying and shaking under him. Thinking about edging himself untill you cum with him.
Munch!choso… who can’t choose between eatting you out or sinking his cock into your warm pussy. It’s a hard choice, but usually you do both.
Anya is live and ready to show you everything. Watch her strip, dance, and perform exclusive shows just for you. Interact in real-time and make your fantasies come true.
✓ Live Streaming✓ Interactive Chat✓ Private Shows✓ HD Quality
Anya is LIVE right now
FREE
Free to watch • No registration required • HD streaming
Warnings: it’s insane. No real warning because you read what you want love 💕
Pervert!Choso..who dosent see anything wrong with rubbing his flushed, red cock against your pillow while your away, as he brings your dirty underwear to his face, whimpering as his mouth snaps open to stuff the used pair into it.
There’s nothing wrong with it because your his girlfriend right? That means there’s nothing wrong with him cumming on your pillow because your his girlfriend right? There’s nothing wrong with him sucking the juices you’ve made while sitting in your pretty little panties that he bought you, becuase your his girlfriend… right?
Pervert!choso.. who uses his innocent looks to his advantage, because why would you think your kind, soft eyed boyfriend would be the one making your food taste a little different. He offers to make you breakfast everyday but for some reason the eggs always taste a little… salty.
Pervert!choso.. who loves grinding against you whenever you cook, loves the surprised look on your face once you feel his cock, hard, and straining against your ass.
Pervert!Choso.. who watches you sleep on the couch after watching your favorite show. Pulling out his thick cock , while watching your beautiful sleeping face, stroking faster when you start to wake up, getting off on the idea of you catching him and giving him such a good punishment.
Pervert!choso.. who dosent know you know.
Who dosent know you purposely use a vibrator , rubbing it on your aching clit - with your underwear still on- cumming with his name on your tounge. He dosent know you plant the underwear at the top of your laundry basket for him to find
Pervert!choso.. who dosent know you purposely let him cook you breakfast - saying your too tired- so he’ll make the eggs you love and eat every morning. He dosent know your watching him jerk off into the egg mix , while panting heavily spurting his hot seed into it, and then using a fork to mix it in while humming to the song “I’m walking on sunshine” like nothing ever happened.
Pervert! Choso.. who dosent know you fall asleep with your boobs out on the couch, knowing he’ll see it. He dosent know your secretly awake , waiting till he’s done , so you can get the camera propped up by the TV watching him spurt his seed into his hand with a chocked moan.
Mean!nanami.. who after a long day at work isn’t such a gentlemen. You’ve been oh! So good lately, but he needs a reason to take his anger out you so he purposely makes you disobey him
Mean!nanami.. who has you in doggy, instead of the usually missionary position, thrusting pounding into you so hard you feel your body rock as you grip onto the sheets.
Mean!nanami… just being so unfair.
“Put your chest to the bed” he says sternly, and you listen as always, but as soon as you do , he’s roughly pulling you up by the hair agian to make you get back up.
“I said down.” He says agian, meaner this time, as he smacks the side of your ass so hard you know there’s gonna be a mark.
You listen, arching your back, as you put your chest to the bed, right before he fists your hair agian pulling you up. You try to stay down but he keeps pulling untill it’s painful not to go with it.
“Do you not know how to listen to your husband anymore darling?” He says only moving faster.
“Do you even deserve my cock if your gonna continue to disobey?”
“Ken your being s’mean. I’m being good see-“ you try to arch agian, but his hands find his way pulling you up agian. You sob. You know what’s he’s doing, and now your not going to be able to cum.
“Maybe it’s the position huh? Let’s switch”
Mean!nanami.. who has you in the missionary as he fucks his cock deeper into you, hitting that special spot inside every. Single. Time.
“Stay laying down don’t move” he says, randomly sitting up on his heels while your legs wrap around him
Easy enough right? Wrong.
He picks you, still fucking into you as you throw your head back in frustration, trying to get out of his mean grip.
“Ken!” You yell , annoyed.
“Yelling and disobeying me?” He says letting go agian as you flop back on the bed. “I said stay down”
He lifts you up agian and you hit on his chest and try to push him away but he dosent budge.
“I guess you don’t deserve my cock huh?”
Mean!nanami… who is jerking off infront of your sobbing face , as you pout and cry more tears, he’s rubbing his throbbing tip over your tears and groaning when he cock touches your lips. Meanwhile your left needy for him.
Mean!Nanami who dosent let you cum that night
Don’t be afraid to leave messages/ asks, I wanna talk to you guys 💕
