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࣪˖ ݁Ი𐑼 ⋆ִֶָ་𝓕.𝐓𝐨𝐣𝐢 ִֶָ ་༘ ࣪˖ weakness is your messy eyeliner!?
𝟏𝟖+ 𝐦𝐝𝐧𝐢 ꒰ fem!reader ⋮⋮ "kajal" is used in place of eyeliner ⋮⋮ not desi reader specific but desi reader was in mind when writing this ⋮⋮ oral m. rec ⋮⋮ cum in mouth ꒱
The bedroom is still quiet as morning light breaks into your shared apartment, rays of sunshine filtering through the curtains. You stirred first, from sleep, hair spilled across the pillows and the faint scent of last night's jasmine oil still clinging to your skin.
Toji laid beside you. His massive frame taking up most of the bed. One heavy arm draped lazily over your waist. His breathing deep and even, as you blinked slowly. The familiar weight of sleep still pressed on your lashes.
He woke moments later. Those sharp green eyes cracked open and landed on your face.
Your kajal. Lined so carefully every night before bed. Now smudged in the most sinful way. Dark rings shadowed your pretty eyes, making you look wrecked already. Sultry. Like you had spent the whole night taking him deep and desperate.
Toji's cock twitched hard under the sheets, because he was instantly rock hard at the sight of you like this, actually every single morning, it did something filthy to him. He tried to look away, but his jaw clenched tight, the longer he tried to tell himself, not again. Just one morning he hoped his cock wasn't aching and painful because of you.
And you noticed right away. How could you not? His body language gave him away every time, the slight adjusting or where he'd pull the covers up over himself in an attempt to hide his boner. You shifted closer voice coming out soft and teasing. "What's wrong, Toji? You look like you're in pain."
He let out a low grunt, eyes flickering back to yours. The smudged kajal around them made his thoughts spiral. "Fuck. You look too good like that, Dollface. With your eyes all dark and messy. Makes me think about.. how y'er pretty mouth was taking all of me last night, stuffed ya full didn't I?
He lifted his hand mid sentence, reaching towards your face cupping your cheek as his thumb swiped right under your eye.. right where the kajal was the thickest. "Ruined that pretty liner even more."
Your heart fluttered. Heat pooled low in your belly. You knew exactly what he meant. His eyes always betrayed him. That hungry stare. The way his gaze dropped to your full lips next. He was imagining them stretched wide around his thick cock again.
You didn't say anything at first. Instead your hand roamed down his bare chest. Fingers tracing the hard lines of his abs. Lower, until you reached the heavy tent in his sweatpants. He was leaking already, a damp spot blooming under your palm.
Toji hissed through his teeth. "Shit. Yeah. Just like that."
You freed him with eager fingers. His cock sprang out. Thick, veined. The head flushed dark and shiny with pre-cum. It bobbed heavily against his stomach. You licked your lips. The sight making your mouth water.
Leaning down, you settled between his spread thighs. He opened them wider for you. Gentle and loving were his big hand as it came to rest on the back of your head. Fingers stroking through your hair with surprising tenderness.
You wrapped your plump lips around the tip first. Tongue swirling to lap up every drop of pre-cum. Salty-warm and perfect. Toji let out a guttural groan from deep in his chest. His hips bucking up just a little.
"Fuck, Dollface. Your mouth's... always so good for me."
You took him deeper. Inch by thick inch. Your cheeks hollowed as you sucked. The weight of him on your tongue felt divine. Your fingers teased along his happy trail. Petting the dark hair there. Tracing the muscles that flexed under your touch.
He guided you down slowly. "That's it. All the way, baby. Take every fucking inch f'me. I know you can."
You did. Relaxing your throat. Letting his cock slide in until your nose pressed against his pelvis. Your walls massaged him tight. Wet heat enveloping him completely. Tears pricked at the corners of your eyes. They spilled over. Smudging the kajal even more, black mixing with your tears, running down your cheeks.
Toji's gaze was locked on you. Hyper focused. He drank in every detail. The beauty marks around your eyes. The cute one right above your upper lip. Your hair framing your face like a halo. You looked so beautiful. So fucking ruined for him.
His thumb brushed your stretched lips. Gathering the drool that slipped out. "God, you're gorgeous. Look at you. Taking me so deep. My pretty girl."
You hummed around him. The vibration made his thighs tremble. You bobbed your head. Sucking harder. Tongue working the underside of his shaft. One hand cupped his heavy balls. Rolling them gently while your other hand stroked what your mouth couldn't reach.
Toji's fingers tightened in your hair. Not pulling. Just holding. Guiding you back and forth on his cock as his breaths came rougher now. "Yeah. Just like that. Gonna make those pretty eyes water more. Love seeing my good girl gag on my cock."
You pushed yourself further. Throat fluttering around him. Tears flowing freely. The kajal was a complete mess now. Dark smudges painting your heated skin. You looked up at him through wet lashes. Eyes glassy and devoted.
That was it. The sight broke him.
Toji came with a fevered moan. Thick ropes of cum flooding your throat. Hot, heavy and endless. You swallowed around him. Milking every drop, throat working rhythmically. Taking it all like the good girl you were.
When he finally eased out, a string of spit and cum connected your swollen lips to his glistening cock. You gasped for air. Lips shiny and wrecked.
Toji pulled you up immediately. His mouth crashed onto yours in a deep kiss. Tasting himself on your tongue. Then softer kisses followed. Across your cheek. Along your jaw. Gentle presses just under your eyes where the kajal was darkest. Kissing away the messy streaks with surprising care.
"You wrecked me, princess," he murmured against your skin. His hand stayed at the back of your head. Massaging your scalp in slow circles. "So fucking pretty in the morning. Thank you. My beautiful girl. My sultry little thing."
You smiled. Curling into his broad chest. His arms wrapped around you tight. The sun climbed higher outside. But neither of you moved. Just tangled together. His cock softening against your thigh. Your smudged kajal marking him now too.
Toji pressed one last kiss to your forehead. "Gonna need you to line those eyes every night. Just so I can wake up to this. Every damn morning."
His voice was low, a little possessive, but full of that lazy affection only you ever got to see. You nestled closer. Already thinking about tonight. How you'd line them even thicker. Just for him.
megumi has a strict rule against direct public displays of affection, until he finds a loophole of sorts that backfires.
wc: ~1.5k
cw: established relationship, teasing, romantic tension, indirect kissing, hand holding
“c’mon, fushiguro! just one! one round! i’ll even let you pick the cursed technique—”
“pass.”
“PLEASE. i’m BEGGING.”
“your begging’s annoying.”
thirty-seven minutes of this—you’d counted. you’d watched the whole thing from the benches, textbook abandoned, because watching your mutual friend systematically wear down your boyfriend’s patience was genuinely entertaining content.
and then megumi had finally snapped. “fine. one round.”
itadori’s victory cheer was cut short by megumi’s fist connecting with his jaw.
the spar was fine, really.
you were absolutely not watching his hands—the way his fingers curled and splayed with every summon and command, shadows bending to his will.
you were definitely not watching the way his shirt started clinging to his torso as he moved, sweat darkening the fabric across his chest, his back, the dip of his—
nope.
nope.
you were a respectful partner.
at least right until the spar ended with megumi pinning itadori to the gravel, dust settling around them in the humid air. he had one forearm locked across his classmate’s throat, the other—oh—the other hand twisted tight in his collar, knuckles white. his breathing was heavy, rough pants echoing in the quiet yard. his hair had come loose from its usual spikes, falling across his forehead in damp strands. sweat traced a path down his temple, his jaw, the column of his throat—
oh, you were done for.
megumi released itadori, who was complaining something about ‘unfair pet privileges’, and pushed himself to his feet. he was panting slightly. his chest rose and fell, shirt clinging in ways that should be illegal, and his hands—those hands—were flexing at his sides like he was shaking off residual tension.
long fingers. elegant knuckles. veins. and the way his thumb dragged across his lower lip, wiping away a bead of sweat—
you made a sound.
you hadn’t meant to. it was somewhere between a whimper and a growl, and it had escaped before you could stop it.
megumi's head snapped toward you. his eyes—dilated, still half-feral from the fight—locked onto yours.
oh, you were so dead.
or perhaps... you weren’t. megumi put space between himself and itadori’s sprawled, resting body on the field. perhaps his distance would give you the repose you needed to compose yourself.
except it failed. miserably.
because he was still there, a few feet across the yard, stretching cool-down muscles. arms reached over his head, shirt riding up to expose a sliver of pale stomach. his hands—god—were clasped behind his neck, fingers interlaced, knuckles pressing against his spine like he was trying to crack his back.
and then he bent forward, palms flat on the ground, hips flexing. the line of his spine, the way his shoulder blades shifted, the way the t-shirt was stuck to his skin with sweat, highlighting hidden muscles beneath—
you stood up so fast you knocked over your textbook.
megumi straightened and looked at you.
and smiled. a real smile—soft, private. knowing.
you walked over. you had no choice. your legs were moving on their own, drawn to him like gravity.
“your staring was distracting.” there was no bite to his words.
“me?” you pointed a finger at yourself. “i wasn’t the distracting one.”
he nodded, disbelieving.
“i mean it. i didn’t get any studying done.”
“that’s not good.”
“it isn’t.” you shook your head. “i need to be compensated.”
megumi tilted his head.
“i know, i know. no kissing in public.”
“no,” megumi agreed.
‘shame,’ you thought, ‘so strict.’—until he brought one hand to his own lips, pressing a kiss to his knuckles—and then offered it to you.
you stared at his hand.
those long fingers, slightly callused, knuckles still faintly pink from where they’d connected with itadori's jaw. the same hand that had been twisted in his collar moments ago, holding him down with quiet strength.
now it was just... there. offered. fingers relaxed, waiting.
“you just—” you started slowly, brain short-circuiting as you looked from his mouth to his hand. “and now you’re offering them to me?”
“mm.”
“that’s..” you swallowed. “that's, you’re—”
megumi’s eyebrow arched. “you want me to take it back?”
“no!”
you grabbed his hand before he could. you wrapped your fingers around his palm—a little sweaty from the spar, and you didn’t care at all. you cared so little that you lifted it to your own lips and pressed a kiss to the same knuckle he’d just kissed, right where his lips had been. same place. same pressure, deliberate.
megumi’s breath hitched, barely, a tiny catch in his throat that you wouldn’t have noticed if you weren’t obsessed with every sound your quiet boyfriend made. you needed more.
“what?” you pulled back, looking up at him with wide, innocent eyes. “you thought one would make up for it?”
megumi blinked. something flickered across his face—surprise, maybe, or that quiet intensity he got when you caught him off guard.
“i—” he stopped and swallowed. you watched his throat bob, the way his fingers, still in your grasp, tightened just slightly.
“one kiss on the knuckles,” you continued, voice dripping with mock consideration, “for forty minutes of watching you be distractingly attractive? for the lost study time? for the vein crimes?”
“vein crimes?”
“yeah, especially those.”
megumi’s lips twitched in that soft, hidden pull that was threatening to break through, but he was fighting it. losing the fight.
“so,” you said, lifting his hand again, “i think i deserve—”
you pressed another kiss to his knuckles. slower this time, lingering. your lips dragged across the skin, and you felt the faint tremor run through his fingers.
“—at least—”
another kiss. this one to the next knuckle.
“—a few—”
and another.
“—more.”
by the time you’d kissed each knuckle individually, megumi’s hand was trembling. just enough. it was a fascinating contrast—the very hands that commanded cold shadows were now radiating a sweet warmth beneath your lips.
his face—his beautiful, composed, impossible face—was faintly pink. a dusting of color across his cheekbones was creeping toward his ears.
oh, you’d won.
“that’s—” he faltered. “that’s enough.”
“is it?” you asked, sweet. “dunno. i’m still feeling pretty uncompensated.”
megumi’s jaw tightened. his eyes—flustered—locked onto yours.
his free hand came up—and you watched it, watched the way his fingers curled, the way they stopped short of your jaw, wanting to tilt your face up. his thumb traced the air over your lower lip, featherlight.
“i can’t kiss you here,” megumi said quietly. “outside. itadori’s still—”
“wheezing. yeah, i know.”
and then he leaned in—pressing his thumb against your lips, kissing his own finger.
his lips met his own skin, just barely brushing, but you felt it—the warmth, the promise of what he couldn’t do. his eyes stayed locked on yours the whole time, intense and just a little bit flustered.
when he pulled back, his ears were definitely red now.
“compensation,” megumi murmured.
“you—” the word came out strangled. you cleared your throat. “that’s not how it works. you can’t compensate me by kissing yourself.”
“seemed fair.”
you wanted to kiss him so badly it physically hurt. but megumi was right—itadori was finally staggering to his feet, and kugisaki was walking back into the field after taking a private phone call, and your teacher was probably—
the quiet bubble around you both shattered instantly.
“MEGUMIII~II~!”
your soul left your body.
gojo materialized out of nowhere, sunglasses pushed up, eyes wide and sparkling with unholy glee. his phone was already out.
“did i just see that?! did you JUST—kiss your own thumb—while touching your girlfriend’s face—in public—and think no one would notice??”
megumi’s face went from pink to red.
“don’t.”
“don’t what? don’t immortalize this moment for future generations?? don’t show this to everyone at the next meeting??”
“just don’t.”
the man was already cackling, phone held high, spinning in a dramatic circle like he’d just captured the rarest footage known to man.
“this is pure gold. just amazing. the fushiguro megumi, known stoic, emotionless brick wall, kissing his own thumb because he can’t smooch in public?? that’s—it’s art. cinema. that’s—”
before the words even fully left his mouth, megumi’s hands were already coming together, wrists crossing in a lethal motion. the airy-ink pooling at his boots aggressively surged upward, the temperature in the yard dropping a sharp five degrees as a heavy, ancient pressure began to manifest under the sun.
“ah-ah-ah! you wouldn’t.”
gojo didn't even blink, his cackle looping seamlessly into an amused, sing-song warning, but he did take a step back. smart man.
the shadows snapped back into place, deflating as he aborted the summon, scowling and choosing to glare holes through his teacher. you, meanwhile, were trying very hard not to laugh and failing horribly.
“your ears are so red,” you whispered delightedly. “i’ve never seen ‘em this red. it’s my new favorite thing.”
he finally looked at you—and despite the red ears, the ongoing laughter in the background, itadori stumbling over to ask what was so funny—megumi smiled, small. private. for you. your hands found each other, fingers lacing together.
“you still owe me compensation though.” you muttered.
he exhaled, his thumb stroking your knuckles. “later.”
toji returns from work, exhausted and ready to curl up in bed next to his pretty wife — only he could immediately sense there was something wrong.
"baby?" he says, softening his voice, walking towards you as you lay dejectedly on the couch. "welcome home," you sniffle, face red and blotchy from crying.
toji doesn’t even bother kicking off his at shoes or taking off his jacket — he sits down next to you, then gathers you in his strong arms.
"bad day, princess?" he coos, pressing a tender kiss to the top of your weary head.
you nod, burying your face in toji’s chest, stray tears dampening his shirt. you felt hopeless — like the world had come crashing down on you in a matter of hours.
"shhh, s’okay. i’m here now," toji says, holding you tightly, gently kissing away all of your worries.
his gentle embrace had the rest of your tears flowing down your face, muffled sobs filling the room. toji continues to soothe you through it, whispering soft words.
once the tears had stopped, you look up at him, eyes bloodshot and red. he leans in, kissing you gently on your lips. "cmon, lets get you to bed, yeah?"
toji stands up slowly with you still in his arms, carrying you over to your shared bedroom before laying you down in it. he pulls the soft covers over you, leaning in to kiss your forehead. "stay here, be back soon."
you extend your hand as he begins to walk away, grabbing the hem of his shirt to stop him. "where are you going?" you ask quietly.
"gonna make you some food, my guess is y’haven’t eaten today," he says, his larger hand enveloping your smaller one, thumb brushing over your wrist.
you smile weakly, squeezing his hand extra tight. "can i have ice cream?" you ask, appetite too small today to consume a big meal.
"you don’t want somethin’ proper?" toji asks, receiving a firm shake of the head from you. "ice cream it is."
toji returns shortly after, bowl of your favourite ice cream in hand, climbing into bed next to you. he drapes an arm around your shoulder as you eat it slowly, savouring the sweet taste after a horrible day.
"feel better?" he asks, rubbing your shoulder soothingly, his other hand on your thigh. "a little," you respond, finishing the last few spoonfuls.
once you’d cleaned up the bowl, you set it aside, tired and needy for more affection. "can we cuddle some more?"you ask, leaning your head against toji’s chest.
"don’t have to ask, princess. cmere," toji says, holding you close again, feeling how your body almost instantly relaxes from his touch.
"i feel bad. i should be the one taking care of you… you’ve been at work all day, after all," you say, beginning to feel guilty.
toji holds you tighter. "baby, i can take care of myself. don’t be thinkin’ that shit, okay?" he says, kissing the top of your head again.
"love you so much," you say, beginning to become drowsy with sleep, warm and safe in toji’s arms.
he watches as you close your eyes, safe and loved, overwhelming thoughts beginning to fade into nothing but sweet dreams.
"love you more, sweetheart. sleep well. tomorrow’s another day."
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“-and when you take the average velocity and multiply it by the exponent here…”
your physics final exam was in 3 days, but it was the last thing on your mind at the moment.
your boyfriend, satoru gojo, the astrophysics major who got perfect marks in all of his classes, was sat on the floor of your dorm in nothing but grey sweatpants and his glasses.
people on campus never expected the two of you to get together. you were the it girl. funny, sweet, pretty, and smart. but you and him actually shared many interests, which was one of the reasons you got along so well.
gojo was attempting to review the material from your intro to physics class with you, but he was just too distracting.
the toned lines of his muscles and the way they flexed every time he moved… no one would’ve expected all of that to be beneath those nerdy graphic tees or button down shirts he wore daily.
“baby? are you listening to me?” his voice broke through your thoughts and your head snapped up. you blinked a few times, reorienting yourself with what you were actually supposed to be doing.
“uhh.. yeah! the velocity and exponents.. mhm, keep going.” you nod reassuringly, but he’s not buying it.
satoru sighed, placing a hand on your bare thigh and staring into your eyes. “your exam is in 3 days, sweetheart.. you have to study.” he mutters, looking concerned. you know he only wants what’s best for you.
“i will! i promise. i think we should just take a little break..” you murmur, your lips pulling into that sweet smile that he could never resist.
without giving him time to respond, you climbed into his lap and straddled his waist, placing your hands on his bare shoulders and resting your forehead against his.
“ah! babe..” his big, calloused hands flew to your waist, his face already begin to flush a soft shade a pink.
you two had been intimate before (many times, at that), but he still always became so flustered.
you dipped your face into his neck, pressing soft kisses there as one of his hands move to hold the back of your head gently. his breaths were shaky in your ear.
“we’ll study after. just give me ten minutes…” you murmur, sucking on the spot beneath his ear that never failed to make his dick twitch.
feeling him already hard beneath you, you grind your hips down against his, the friction making him whimper embarrassingly loud.
“okay, okay. just 10 minutes.” he whispered breathily, his hips rocking upwards with the need to be inside you.
~
both of your notes and laptops and textbooks were sprawled across your dorm rooms floor, suffocated by the air of sweat and sex and a hint of his aftershave mixed with your perfume.
his glasses were fogged up and askew on his nose bridge. you had him leaning back against your bed, gripping onto your hips as you used him.
“oh fuck.. baby- m’gonna cum..” he whispered, his voice whiny and low as he whimpered into your ear.
your breaths were heavy as you sank down and lifted up on his cock frantically. his fingers moved to rub controlled, tight circles on your clit, pushing you over the edge with him.
“ngh.. fuck- ‘toru!” you moaned, clenching impossibly tight around him as you reached your peak. he followed directly after, releasing inside you with a breathy groan.
you collapsed against him, and he wrapped his big arms around you, holding you. for once in his life, he wasn’t thinking about his next exam or studying. just you and him.
you both cleaned up and dressed yourselves, and approximately 10 minutes after you had climbed into his lap, you were back to studying. just like you’d promised.
||a/n: nerdjo is super overdone and this is not original at all but i luv nerdjo so it’s okay :3
pls send reqs/asks my bbgs and lmk if u want to become oomfs
toji x fem!reader, praise, dirty talk, (brief) face sitting, orgasm, established relationship… based on this request
you’re sat innocently on toji’s lap, straddling him as you play-fight before calling it a night. he’s laid flat against the bed, upper body completely bare.
you’re giggling as toji lets you feel like you have power over him, reaching for a pillow beside you to smack him with.
just as you reach over, you shift upwards, clothed clit catching against one of the ridges of toji’s rock-solid abs. the gasp you let out caught your boyfriend’s attention almost immediately.
"that feel nice, princess?" he teases, smirking at how you try to play it off like it had no effect on you.
like your panties weren’t beginning to soak.
"i don’t know what you’re talking about," you lie, desperately trying to ignore the blush creeping up your face — attempting to slide off his body.
toji hums, voice low and gravelly, large hands darting out to pin you right back down where he wants you. "that right?"
he rolls your hips forward, clit gliding against his abs once more. you let out a breathy moan, refusing to look at your boyfriend out of pure embarrassment.
"yeah, that’s what i thought," he grins, continuing to grind you against his abs, your slick beginning to seep through your panties to the thin layer of your cotton shorts.
you begin to roll your hips back and forth without toji’s help, mouth gaped wide open at the overwhelming pleasure.
toji hooks his fingers under the waistband of your shorts, tugging them down along with your panties — "let’s take these off, yeah?" you shift to the side so he can shimmy them off, retaking your place on his abs.
your boyfriend takes in the sight of your wet, glistening cunt, brushing his thumb over your aching clit. "cmere, doll. put this pretty lil’ cunt back on my abs."
you sink back down, rubbing your folds against him again, sticky strings of your slick connecting your skin against his. "mmnn, feels s’good — fuck, you moan.
each rock of your hips, every brush of your clit against his abs, had you growing needier — more desperate. the fact that toji was watching you so intensely only made you closer to orgasm.
"keep goin’, baby, making me so fuckin’ hard watching you get off on me," he purrs, tongue darting out to wet his suddenly dry lips.
you begin to move faster, practically humping him like a bitch in heat, moaning pathetically.
"can feel that pretty clit throbbin’ against me, fuckkk—" toji continues, his filthy words spurring you on. your hips twitch, body involuntarily chasing orgasm. "tojiiii," you whine, "m’so close."
"gooooddd girl, almost there," toji encourages, cock aching painfully in his pants the longer he watches you.
another minute passes, moans spilling from you like a broken faucet, thighs shaking as you reach your peak. "m’cumming, ohmygod—" you mewl.
toji talks you through it, whispering sweet praise with that low, seductive voice of his, groaning as you release all over him. you pant rapidly, chest heaving as you collapse against him. "made such a mess on me, huh?" toji teases.
you nod as he lifts you effortlessly into his face, slurping up the sticky mess coating your pussy, humming contently. you whimper from overstimulation as he sucks your sensitive clit into his mouth, releasing it with a wet pop.
"mm, not done with you yet," he purrs, suddenly flipping you over and positioning you under him. "not even close."
Gonna be a biiit vulnerable herree, i am kinda in a state of mourning, and i was hoping mayybeeee you could write some toji taking care of reader when they dont feel good, maybe its a bad daaaayyy or something similar buut i just have been thinking of Toji during this time and wanted to at the very least put caregiver toji in the back of your heaadd
aw baby i’m sorry you’re going thru a tough time :( i’ll cook something up for you as soon as i can !!
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I just know Toji would be a panty thief. Like yes, he’d keep a used pair in his back pocket all the time. He once sold a pair to someone online for 20,000 yen (you were PISSED)
i second this‼️ you already know he’s putting ur used panties on his face as soon as he misses you
𝜗ৎ satoru sneaks in to fuck you for the first time
Your sleep eyes fluttered open at the faint sound of your window closing. The small dim lit lamp was the only source of light in your bedroom, but it was enough to see the outline of your boyfriend's muscular frame closing in.
"Hi baby.." He whispered quietly, not wanting to startle you as you were slowly coming to your senses. You sat up, fixing your messy hair, looking up at Gojo through your fallen lids.
"Satoru.. it's so late." You stated the obvious. The night was quiet, no traffic being heard, only the quiet hum of nearby insects.
You were surprised your dog didn't completely lose it or worse, your parents catching him in the middle of what seemed like a break in. "I know, love, I know." Gojo's heavy body plopped down comfortably beside you on the bed, placing his phone and wallet on your nightstand, adjusting the lamp to be brighter.
"I want to see you better." He placed his lips on your temple in a loving manner, wrapping his arm around your waist to bring you closer to him. "Missed you." He adjusted to lean against the headboard, a smile appearing on his face after you tiredly made your way onto his lap.
"I missed you too.." You mumbled against his chest, taking in the scent of the vanilla bodywash you gifted him last week when you found out he used a 3 in 1.
The hand on your waist rubbed you up and down in a soothing manner, keeping you close while the other caressed your thigh, feeling goosebumps show up. He crooked his neck at a certain angle to press his lips against yours in a series of long but gentle kisses.
"You're spiky.." You complained at the feeling of his slight stubble tickling your chin. It was barely visible since his hair was white and skin pale, but it was still touchable.
"Yeah? And you're soft." Gojo moaned against your mouth, hands moving way too close to your ass. His hold on you had become more possessive, pulling you completely flush against him.
It was clear what his intentions were.
It's been half a year since you two began dating. You've done everything together, except of course, have legitimate sex. You’ve allowed him to let out his frustrations on your needy cunt with his fingers or tongue before, so he knew how you tasted like. You, however, didn't know what he looked like underneath those pants.
He tugged at the waistband of your sleep shorts. "Take these off for me?"
Your eyes completely widened, any sign of tiredness being wiped off. How come you hadn't noticed his bulge poking the crap out of you from underneath?
"My shorts?" Your voice wobbled, nervously.
It's not that you weren't as experienced as he was, it was the fact that you weren't experienced at all. He was your first everything after all. A strained chuckle left his lips, reaching to grab your hand to press it against his raging boner. “Or.. you could take off mine?”
His eyes flickered over to your face, finally taking in that you looked uncomfortable. He quickly let go of you, instead moving up to hold your chin with his pointer and thumb. "Do you not want to do this, baby?" He asked with a worried tone. “I can stop.”
"We don't have to." Satoru reassured you once more. "I just.. I've been wanting to see my pretty girl."
"I do.. I do want this but," You stuttered. The fear of not being able to satisfy him enough was what was making you hesitate. What if it didn't even fit? What if he saw your body and got turned off? What if he realized he made a mistake of asking you to be his girl? What if he didn't want a virgin? "I’ve never done this.” You finally admitted.
You could feel your body warm up in embarrassment, wanting to hide away in the crook of his neck. But it was quickly gone the second he pecked your forehead, hugging you close.
"Oh sweets, why didn't you just say so? Are you scared?"
You nodded. "I don't know how to do this.."
The small smile showed back up on his face, carefully flipping you over so your back was on the mattress. "I can do all the work, I don't mind. I want to make you feel good."
"But, I want to make you feel good too." You gasped, feeling the cold air hit your cunt aggressively after he pulled down your sleeping shorts.
"You will." He groaned at the way your tight hole pulsed around nothing. "Fuck..are you sure you want this? You tell me to stop, and I'll stop." But he wasn't sure if he could. Not with the way your pussy was covered in a thin layer of slick, pulsing for his touch.
"I want this.. I swear."
His fingers spread your folds, watching you squirm and cringe at the sound it made. "Oh my fuck- god it's pretty. You're pretty."
He wasted no time in taking his pants off, cock throbbing painfully. Satoru gave himself a few pumps before teasing your entrance with his tip, running it up to your clit, collecting your wetness on it.
The room filled up with the sounds of your heavy breathing.
His shaky hand gripped your waist, the other assisting his cock in sliding in. He took his time pushing every inch, watching your reactions carefully for any sign of discomfort.
Little mewls escaped you. It suddenly hit Satoru that just across the hall laid your parents deep asleep. His lips hushed yours up. "Try to stay quiet, yeah sweet thing? Your parents are still here." The last thing they needed was to get woken up by the moans of their horny daughter.
But he wasn't staying quiet either. Groans and small laughs fell from his lips, growing addicted at the way his cock slid in and out of you.
"So tight. You feel so good. Fuck, tight virgin pussy, huh?" he grinned. "Should've told me this earlier, baby." He finally managed to fit all of him inside you, hips stopping all movements to allow you to adjust. "Satoru-" your sentence was cut off with a harsh thrust. You let out broken sob, gripping his back as he failed to keep his promise of being gentle.
Not that you minded.
"Gotta stay quiet." He reminded you. It was hard to shut up when he was reaching places you never knew existed. You whined, eyes flickering down to your stomach. He followed your line of sight, wondering what caught your attention.
You could literally see him ruining you from the outside. Satoru threw his head back in pleasure, feeling you tighten around him. “Oh? You like that sweets? Like the way my cock is fucking you? Mm bet you do. Just look at the way this pussy is taking me, fuck. Gonna have you leaking for days.”
You nodded, babbling about how good it felt.
“That’s it. Let me hear you. Your parents won;t mind.” He stilled before pounding even harsher than before. “They like me anyways, don’t they? Bet they won’t care if I fuck a baby into ya.”
Your lips parted, tears spilling out of those pretty eyes of yours. You could barely register what he was saying over the sound of your own heartbeat.
“Give them the grandchild they’ve been wanting.” He grinned.
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18+ | trying to watch a movie with satoru goes as well as it always does ༉‧₊˚.
if you had a penny for every time you’ve tried to watch a movie with satoru and you two ended up licking into each other’s mouths and exchanging the same 5 breaths, you'd have three pennies. or five. maybe fifteen, you haven't been keeping count.
you wish you could pinpoint how far into the movie you two are, but you barely manage a two second glance away this time before the hand cupping the back of your head is guiding you back in, a little “..come here,” murmured before your thoughts go foggy again.
you are, ever the willing participant. somehow finding yourself already half splayed across the solid weight of satoru’s muscled thigh—tits crushed to his hard chest, body pressing him back into the cushions. the heat of his body bleeds into yours everywhere you're intimately pressed, heart going a mile a minute. satoru makes a small, barely audible sound against your mouth that sends the warmest rush down to your already, humiliatingly slick cunt. to think you’d get this wet from a little kissing. the thought lasts approximately half a second before a moan pours into your open mouth mid kiss and suddenly nothing else matters. embarrassment is, as always, a foreign concept between you two—he's as far gone as you are.
‘little’ could describe what this was five minutes ago, maybe. but his hands have been on you for what feels like ages, cold palms on heated flesh. exploring under your shirt to move up your naked back, sweeping low to dig his fingers into the soft fat of your ass over fabric. he’s rocking you on his thigh, clit catching on the cotton of your panties, matching pjs surely sporting a damp spot that you’ll think about later.
you separate with one last wet press, the silvery strand stretched between your lips catching on the tv light before it ultimately snaps. lips mutually swollen, his heated gaze mirroring your own. far more than the situation should call for seeing as you'd agreed on just kissing.
“should we just turn the tv off?” you chance a glance at screen, interest barely piqued before you’re looking right back at satoru, “not like we’re doing much watching..”
“huh? we don’t have to,” satoru’s hands shift to move you into his lap with the least subtlety possible, properly seating you over the rigid tent straining against the front of his plaid pants. the layers between you mask nothing, shifting your weight to feel the insistent press of him right where you need it. when he finally leans back in his lips don’t land where you expect. not the hot, toe curling press of his mouth to yours, not the much welcomed plundering of his tongue, but a kiss to your jaw. open mouthed and moving down the slope, trailing down your neck, across the swell of your chest left exposed by your camisole. moving to plant one damp kiss right over your nipple through the cotton before a smile spreads on his lips, “we’ll watch it in a little.” highly unlikely seeing as you're 2 seconds from fucking him into the couch.
his hands guide the steady, slow roll of your hips. like you two haven't worked each other up enough. his chest shudders with a sigh into the air, friction making your thighs clamp tighter on either side of him. "god, you feel so good."
satoru's hands frame your hips—squeezing, caressing. sliding lower to get under your shorts. you’re not sure what his idea of 'a little' is time wise, but when he finally kisses you again...you know your third attempt at watching this stupid movie in its entirety isn’t exactly high priority. maybe next time.
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