#sinful scriptures

you had pushed him back on his dorm bed, unable to help yourself when he was going on about something that happened during one of his classes. how he corrected the professor who tried to save their own pride by arguing with your self-assured boyfriend.

your thighs were squeezing together while he told you about it, a cute pout on his lips because he knew he was right. and you could barely catch the whole story because you were busy staring at his lips. at his jaw that you were tempted to take out a protractor and see just how sharp it was. at his arms bulging in his hoodie when he folded them over his chest.

you couldn’t handle it. your panties were becoming soaked.

you didn’t bother taking off either of your clothes, flipping your skirt up and straddling him to grind against him.

“b-baby-- fuck…” he whimpers, hands clutching your waist as you rut desperately against the bulge in his jeans, the fabric quickly becoming darker from a combination of his pre and your arousal. “what’s hah gotten into you?”

“i love you,” you whisper, leaning down, breath mingling with his. “i love hearing you speak. everything about you. mm, fuck… you make me so wet.”

he has to bite back a moan in response to your words. he stutters out something along the lines of an “i love you” back. then, he remembers the little note in his calendar that he put, keeping track of your cycle.

oh.

his glasses are foggy and skewed on his face, but he’s staring up at you with glassy eyes, a starry gaze of love and awe in them. he’s panting softly, mouth parted. you take his chin between your fingers, urging him to open his mouth further and you spit right onto his tongue.

he whines. loudly. his hips bucking up violently into yours, his clothed bulge catching on your clit just right. his hold tightens on your hips and he can’t help the frantic humping as he holds you down firmly on his lap. he ruts and ruts, like he’s the one in heat. already looking completely ruined.

“fuck, fuck. oh, fuck, you’re so hot. i need to… can i fuck you, please, baby?”

you slow down your hips, gyrating them in lecherous circles and figure 8’s, head tipping back as you moan so sweetly into the sultry air. your panties are a sticky mess at this point, sticking to you like a second skin, see-through and filthy.

“can’t, ‘toru. we don’t have condoms right now. plus this feels sooo good.”

“i’ll pull out, i promise,” he insists, breathy and needy. he can feel you soaking him through the layers of fabric, your heat making him twitch within the confines of his jeans. he aches to feel your cloying warmth wrapped around him instead. “jus’… hah need you so bad.”

“you can never pull out. you’re so weak when it comes to me,” you whisper again, and he groans, head lolling back on his pillow.

he knows you’re right, but god, does he need you.

you start to hump him faster again, the slick puddle between the two of you easing the glide of your hips. you grind against him like you’re riding him, completely taking control and making him dizzy. he feels like he’s going insane. and each time his cock drags against you just right, your thighs tremble on each side of his lap, only making you gush again, continuously leaking.

“love this so much, ‘toru,” you mewl, planting your palms on his chest so that you can grind against him faster and harder. a shiver runs through you, a shock of pleasure pulling your eyes back into your skull. “you feel so good like this.”

that hot little pool of pleasure in your lower abdomen growing hotter and spreading through you.

he’s whimpering out your name like a sacred prayer, sweat rolling down his neck as he tries to suppress the urge to fuck you. tries and fails pathetically. all he can think about is the way your sweet walls massage his cock, dripping all over him and sending him to heaven early.

“‘m gonna die like this. not being able to fuck you.”

“you’re so cute when you’re needy,” you giggle, leaning back down and kissing him. it’s a hungry kiss, like both of you are starving for each other, teeth clashing, moaning hotly into each other’s mouths.

one of his hands trail up from your hip to the back of your head, tangling in your hair and keeping you in place to kiss you like it might be the last time he ever will. his tongue slides against yours before you capture it between your lips and suck gently.

you feel his fingers twitch on your hip and in your hair, a muffled moan resounding through him and his eyes roll back. his body trembles beneath yours, grasp tightening on your hip before it slowly relaxes again. you feel warmth quickly seeping through your panties, something hot that isn’t your own slick.

pulling back from the heated kiss, you look down at him, seeing the flush deepening on his cheeks and the hazy look in his baby blue eyes. he’s gently rutting into you, dick pulsing with each grind.

“did you just cum?” you ask, awe and a deeper desire taking over the look in your eyes.

he drapes his arm over his eyes, catching his breath. “maybe. a tiny bit.”

you giggle again, looking down at the dark patch on his jeans that got bigger. “a little bit, huh?” you continue to rub yourself against him, and it doesn’t take long for his cock to twitch back to life. “think you can go again? i don’t think i can stop.”

he slumps back, but still eager to please you. “you really are gonna kill me.”

a/n: welcome back sub toru!!

a/n: i usually put my author’s note at the bottom but i’m literally so excited and nervous to post this and i’m kissing @sweethearticism on the mouth for letting me write this hehe thank you my baby darling i hope i did him justice <33

you made satoshi eat his words.

when you had asked him if you can be on top, he laughed, smooth and low. if a laugh could be a drawl. then, cocked his head teasingly.

“my babydoll wants to ride me? how cute. sure you can handle it?”

even as you straddled him, he laid back against the pillows all lazy and smug, one arm folded behind his head as he watched you with his blue eyes. something of amusement and fondness twinkling in them.

though, it wasn’t long before you shattered his laidback composure.

forcing whines out of him that you’ve never heard before, choking on gasps of your name as his head throws back. and for a moment, his toned back arches off the bed. he clutches at your waist like his lifeline, like it’s the only thing grounding him, stopping him from completely losing his mind.

“fuck, fuck, fuck… you feel so good, baby.”

“whining for me now, are you, ‘toshi? how cute,” you giggle, mocking his earlier words.

your plush walls drag up and down every inch of his cock, switching between slow, teasing rocks of your hips, a lewd squelch complementing each movement as you lower yourself onto him. he twitches with each pulse of your cunt around him, each gush of fresh slick that soaks him, his thighs, trickling down to his sheets.

especially when his prince albert piercing grazes your spongey spot, prodding and smooching, making you moan out his name. a saccharine sound that drips from your lips like syrup he wants to guzzle down.

the rocking of your hips becomes more purposeful, angling them just right to keep hitting your sweetest spot. your thighs tremble on either side of his lap, walls fluttering around him and only dripping a bigger, sticky mess all over him.

“mmngh, that feels s’good,” you mewl, continuing the same movement. your own head tosses back, pitched moans bouncing off his bedroom’s walls. you reach up and grope at your own tits, squeezing them like he would, flicking your index finger over your perked nipple.

a shaky groan escapes him and he throbs achingly, wispy precum mixing with your mess. the view of you above him is completely pornographic. he can’t believe he gets to see it with his own eyes. that this view is his.

his own hips begin to rut up into yours needily, a sloppy movement, barely coordinated. he wants more. more of you. he didn’t think that getting ruined would be so blissful. but he’s convinced that it’s you making it all the more heavenly for him.

“f-fuck, mommy…” the words tinged with a whine fall from his mouth before he can even register them and stop them from spilling out. you’ve been riding him to insanity, he’s barely hanging on by a thread.

your hips stutter in their lecherous sways, your cunt squeezing him tighter and he chokes out another needy little sound, trying to fuck his hips up into yours when you stop.

a deviant smile sneaks onto your lips as you lean down, cupping his face in your palm. and the sight of him almost makes your breath hitch when he opens his eyes, a glassy look in them. filthy desperation and lust swirling around. and creeping in the specks of blue is a hint of embarrassment.

“did you just call me ‘mommy’?” you ask, failing to hide the teasing lilt in your question.

the flush on his cheeks isn’t completely because of the uninhibited, frantic way you were riding him.

“shit, sorry. it just slipped out--”

“i like it. it’s hot, and even hotter coming from you,” you say, grinding your hips down on him in a circle. a loud squelch seeping out from where you’re joined, where he’s buried to the hilt inside you.

he stares up at you, surprised, lips parted. “you like it?”

you hum affirmatively, continuing the circling of your hips, softly moaning. “made me even wetter. i didn’t think i could even get more wet,” you huff out a laugh, beginning to ride him again, lifting and lowering your hips in a filthy cadence.

he moans, limbs suddenly feeling weak, ecstasy rushing through every inch of him. nerves on fire, spreading quick and wild through his body. and he looks absolutely gorgeously debauched - hair a mess, eyes dazed, skin flushed. what a sight it was to have your biker boyfriend a complete mess beneath you.

“god, you’re fucking me so good, mommy.”

you lower your body, chest brushing against his. your lips meet his in a slow sway, a contrast to the frantic rock of your hips.

“and you’re being so good for me,” you whisper against his lips, and he whines once more. his lips moving against yours more desperately now. not in a desirous way, but in a way that shows just how much he craves you and your touch.

watching him melt in response to your praise never fails to make you smile. your boyfriend who gets complimented multiple times daily, throwing charming smirks which are enough to make legs buckle, melting at your tender words.

when he pulls back from the kiss, he looks up at you with a grin. a cheeky grin dimpling his cheeks. “i’ll always be good for you. i’ll be anything you need me to be.”

you don’t know how you ended up splayed over suguru’s desk with your legs thrown over his shoulders when minutes ago he was taking your measurements for a fashion event.

slutty little glasses sitting on his nose, measuring tape draped around his neck as he wrote in his notebook. pages strewn with sketches of outfit ideas, messy notes and reminders to himself, your name sometimes popping up here and there.

but somewhere in between talking about your dress, he tugged the measuring tape off and replaced it with your legs, your ankles locked behind him as he laid you back on his desk.

“stay-- hahh stay still for me, pretty girl,” he tries to sound commanding but his voice comes out breathy and shaky. his hands trembling slightly with pleasure as he holds the tape above your contracting stomach. “i just need to measure one more thing. fuck…”

with each deep stroke of his cock, he can see the thick head of it protrude through your stomach. he groans, soft and low, cursing something under his breath. it takes everything in him to not speed up the pace of his mind-numbing thrusts.

“but it’s… you’re so ngh d-deep, sugu,” you mewl, squirming against the hardness of the desk. you clench around him each time his bulbous tip drags against each and every sweet spot he somehow manages to find. you’re sure that he’s kissing your cervix at this point, fuzzy stars blurring your vision.

“i know, pretty, i know,” he coos, glasses sliding down his nose as he tries to read the numbers on the tape. “and you’re taking it so well for me. taking me so-- fuck, you’re so tight… taking me so well.”

a whimper slips past your lips in response to his depraved praise before it turns in a choked gasp when he presses his palm down on the bulge in your stomach. you quiver violently, fingers finding something to hold onto, grasping helplessly at the wooden surface under you.

the hand that was pushing down on your stomach slides down to grip your waist, pinning you down with a soft click of his tongue.

“stop moving so much,” he chides gently with a subtle, firm undertone.

“can’t, sugu… ‘s too much.” you’re panting, eyes barely half open, going limp against the desk as he drives into you so good that it almost hurts. you can’t decide between wanting more or for him to stop because it’s that much overwhelming.

he leans down, your thighs folding into your chest. his hair tickles your cheek, hot breath caressing your mouth, violet eyes locked onto yours.

“you can take it. i know you can. you always take it for me like my perfect girl,” he whispers, pressing a ghost of a kiss to your lips before he pulls back, straightening again.

his thrusts become torturously slow, taking the measuring tape back in his hands and stretching it over your stomach unsteadily. you try to steady your own breathing, trying to stay as still as you can despite the intimate smooches of his tip to your sweet spot, only making the puddle under your ass bigger.

then, his breath hitches, smirk faltering. cock throbbing against your plush walls. he has to bite back a groan.

8.6 sweet inches.

“god, look at that, pretty girl,” he breathes out, a raspy strain of his voice as he tries to hold back just how ruined he is at the mere sight. and you follow his gaze to the bulge in your stomach, clamping down on him like a vice which forces him to stutter out a curse. “f-fuck… you really do take me so deep. take me so fucking good.” and he sounds proud. almost tame compared to the frantic snap of his hips that follows soon after like he can’t help himself.

you cry out his name, throwing your arms around him to hold onto him as he drills into you like a man gone insane. he’s groaning, rough and low, tossing the tape aside to focus on you now.

the desk creaks weakly under you, protesting the force of his hips. though, it’s barely audible over the lewd squelching with each push of his hips and the smacking of skin against skin.

he leans back down again, dragging his teeth over the lobe of your ear, breathing heavily. “you know, i think i could get even deeper if i had you bent over this desk. wanna try?”

“it's the one and only gojo satoru dj-ing in the bedroom tonight. everybody make some noise.”

you deadpan at him. “suddenly i’m all dried up.”

“baby,” he pouts, “you were supposed to make some noise for me, not look at me like that. i'm literally dj-ing your clit right now.”

you groan and your head falls back against the pillow, out of exasperation not pleasure. “do not say ‘dj-ing my clit’.”

“flicking your bean?”

“satoru.”

“fine, fine. you're no fun,” he huffs, rubbing slow circles into your nub with his thumb rather than the so-called dj-ing that he was doing.

he’s between your legs, cheek pressed against your inner thigh, warm breath tickling your folds as he watches your drooling entrance clench around air each time he presses a little harder into your clit, your legs jerking slightly.

he feels his mouth water at the sight and kisses your thigh once before pressing his face into your cunt, inhaling deeply like a coke addict. his tongue flicks out and laps at your sugary wetness, dragging his tongue in a firm stripe upwards.

“god, fuck… so fuckin’ sweet,” he murmurs, groaning low against you.

you reach down, sliding your fingers into his hair, hips bucking into his face. he smiles, running his hands up and down your thighs as he lavishes attention on your pretty cunt.

“ride m’face… mmhmmm, like that. just feel the rhythm, baby, feel the vibe,” he says, a playful lilt in his voice, taking on his supposed dj persona again.

“you sound like a fucking stoned surfer,” you laugh breathily, a moan slipping out right after when he twirls the tip of his tongue around your clit before suddenly sucking on it.

he laughs, kissing the mound. “heh, well, i have a tip that you can ride.”

“just the tip?”

“fuck, no. ride it nice and deep, baby, like you always do. jus’ ride my face for now, want you to cum on my pretty face.”

and when you do, he moans deeply, lapping up every drop of your cum like his favourite treat. wrapping his arms around your thighs to keep you open as you shake against the sheets, your thighs threatening to close around his head.

“mmm, fuck, ‘s so good…” he slurs against your silky folds. and when he pulls back, he’s grinning, lower face glistening and his cheeks slightly flushed. “might be one of my best performances. should i switch my job from the strongest sorcerer to the sexiest dj?”

it’s bright and early, his voice still groggy, your movements still lazy. you didn’t have the chance to get out of bed before he lured you back in with a couple of sugary words and needy hands that roamed over all the right places.

it wasn’t long before he settled you above him, pretty hands holding onto your thighs, keeping you tethered to his face. his mouth hot and messy on you, low hums vibrating through him and only adding to the pleasure.

your soft moans fill the room, your thighs trembling on either side of his head as he laps at your folds and leaking entrance clenching around nothing.

“mmm, my sweet girl. you really live up to your nickname,” he hums, as he continues to swipe his tongue over you, flattening it and soaking up every drop of your arousal.

shuddering with the pleasure buzzing through you, your body buckles forward and you grip the headboard for leverage as he lavishes attention on your cunt all swollen and pretty for him.

“love it s-so much, sugu,” you mewl, eyes screwing shut, teeth capturing your bottom lip between them. “feels s’good.”

you feel the way his lips curve up against you in a smile. “yeah? ride my face, then, beautiful. make yourself feel even better.”

your hips almost move on instinct, immediately grinding back and forth, clit bumping against his nose and dragging along his tongue that dances in time with the rock of your body. he pushes his face deeper between your thighs, smothering himself as he sucks and licks at your sloppy lips.

usually, he’s so sensual and tender with you. taking his time, making you fall apart gradually until your mind goes blank and all you can think about is the pleasure that he blesses you with.

but now, he’s messy. almost desperate, like he can’t get enough and already wants more. already drunk on you, intoxicated by your scent and taste.

his jaw aches from how hard he works to make you unravel above him, but he doesn’t pay any mind to it. his sole focus is you, your taste, your breathy moans which are the sweetest morning call.

“f-fuuuck ah…! suguru, suguru,” mindless little whines fall from your lips as your head tosses back, overcome with bliss the closer you get to that edge. “keep going, please.”

you grind against his face faster, using him for your own pleasure but that’s all he wishes for - for you to make yourself feel good on him. your hips stutter in their fervent sways each time his tongue flicks over your twitching nub. he drags the tip of it through your slit, more of your syrupy arousal coating his tongue and he groans softly at the mess he’s making of you.

he lets you ride his tongue as you please, your movements becoming choppy and frantic. one hand clutching the headboard and the other reaching down to tangle in his hair.

“mhm, yeah, pull my hair, pretty girl. there we go. feels good, huh?” his words are muffled against you and you can only nod dumbly in response, stuttered moans of his name bouncing off the bedroom walls.

“so so good hnngh… g-gonna cum, sugu.”

“lay it on me, sweet girl, give me all of it,” he practically purrs, just as desperate as you are to make you cum. latching his mouth onto you, lapping at your folds greedily, throat bobbing as he guzzles down your sweet, sticky sap like a drunkard.

suguru is a mess himself when you finally fall apart on his tongue, body convulsing, tightening and going lax. and he moans when you drench his tastebuds, only shoving his face further if that was even possible, not wanting to waste a single drop. every single ounce of you deserves to be worshipped and devoured, and he’s your most devoted sinner.

his eager licks slow down to gentle kisses, soothing over your sensitive folds. and once your body stops trembling and you pull off him, he’s smiling lazily. purple eyes so tender and content, lips and chin glossy with your decadent slick.

“i don’t think any other part of today will be able to live up to that.”

a/n: happy birthday to the prettiest princess ever this is so rushed because i got the idea last minute 😭

“hah fuck… stop tryin’ to run, sweetheart,” his voice is a rasp, eyes blown wide, grin feral and crazed. his blindfold hangs around his neck, hair mussed.

you don’t know what got into your husband, but it was barely a few seconds before he had teleported the two of you to bed once he got home. a mess of clothes being torn off and your legs being spread apart, his lips on yours, messy and hot. depraved.

and now, he’s inching his aching cock into you from behind, stretching you out so deliciously with each second that goes by, shovelling his tip through your insides and kissing your deepest spots so sloppily.

you gush around him, whining his name, fingers grabbing at the sheets desperately as your walls spasm around him. he delivers, deep, harsh thrusts. so full of determination. charged with something completely different to all the other times he’s fucked you. his groans are rough, breathy and ragged, chest heaving with effort as he drives into you.

“‘t-toru… oh god,” you moan, muffling your cries into the bed as he doesn’t relent, hips snapping into your ass. “slow down-- mmph fuck…”

your body subconsciously tries to crawl up the ridiculously expensive and large bed, trying to get away from the overwhelming pleasure. a mix of pain and bliss from his merciless thrusts that make your eyes roll back.

then, suddenly you feel yourself getting pushed into the mattress by a force. not your husband’s sweaty body. his hands are grasping at your waist but they aren’t holding you down. no, it’s something else entirely.

his body follows yours, chest flush against your back and he’s moaning in your ear. his thrusts are simultaneously sloppy and calculated. bludgeoning each and every sensitive spot but he moves his hips like an animal in heat, rutting into you.

“s-satoru… what--” you cut yourself off with a soft gasp, when you turn your head to look behind you, energy buzzing around him, his eyes glowing.

“i said stop running, wifey,” he pants against your neck. “just take it, take it, fucking take it.”

he flips you over onto your back, immediately pushing your legs up into your chest, folding you as he pleases, treating you like you weigh nothing. you’re still pinned to the bed with the help of his cursed energy, unable to do anything but squirm and cry out his name until he reduces you to a mess of slick and tears.

you claw at his back, eliciting a soft grunt from him, as he drives deeper and deeper. the sharpness of his pelvis rubs against your twitching nub just right each time his hips meet yours, and you coat his cock in fresh slick, drooling all over him and the sheets.

“so fucking wet f’me. bet this sweet little pussy wants to be bred, huh?” he mutters, trailing hot kisses down your neck and to your chest, teeth grazing your skin. “wanna give me an heir, wife?”

you choke out a moan, back arching, when the curve of his cock caresses that spongey spot. and again, again, again. you half believe that he’s using six eyes to keep drilling into it, but you’re barely coherent at this point.

you nod dumbly in response to his question. “wanna-- fuck, ‘toru… wanna give you an heir. w-want you to fill me up,” you babble through whines and pitched mewls.

and his grin somehow widens. the way he pushes his hips into yours becomes more desperate, eager. your words egging him on. “yeaaahhh, that’s it. my sweet girl. gonna take it alll for me, aren’t you?”

“please, ‘toru, want it so so bad.” you clench around him at the thought and he groans, cock pulsing within the confines of your plush walls.

“you want it so bad, huh? awh, don’t worry, ‘toru’s got you. just lay pretty for me, ‘kay?”

a/n: i literally wrote this so fast thanks to this idea 🫶🏽 (not proofread hazel is sleepy goodnight)

“god, i'm so fucking horny,” satoru groans softly, manspreading on the sofa with his head tipped back, elbows leaning on the same edge.

suguru’s sitting next to him, scrolling on his phone before he shortly pauses, making sure he heard satoru correctly. he then looks up at his best friend, a somewhat disturbed look on his face.

“why are you telling me? go get laid or something.”

satoru lifts his head to look at suguru, too, almost incredulously. “i haven't touched any other girls since our cute roommate… it's a shame she went back to visit her family,” he sighs heavily, feeling a stir in his cock simply from the thought of you.

“are you in love with her now?” suguru asks teasingly, lifting a single brow in satoru's direction.

“what? no. fuck, i don't know, i'm too horny to think about it right now,” satoru huffs. “besides, don't think i didn't hear you in the shower earlier, moaning her name and shit. god, that's making me hard too,” he groans again, beginning to palm himself through his sweats, letting his eyes drift shut and picturing you.

the lower half of his face glistens, the smacking of his lips against yours mingling with the heavenly sound of your overstimulated moans. his cerulean eyes are closed in bliss, occasionally opening to glance up at your face contorted in pleasure – your bottom lip captured by your top teeth, eyes rolled back, eyebrows drawn together.

you aren’t sure how long you’ve been sprawled out on the bed, legs feeling sore due to being held open by his large hands pushing your thighs apart.

and you aren’t sure how his jaw isn’t hurting from devouring you. his tongue running up and down, in and out; his lips sucking and kissing. he’s drawn out so many delicious orgasms from you that you have lost count.

“stop squirmin’,” he murmurs against your heat, sending vibrations through your core. you whine softly, feeling sensitive to the lightest of touches.

“can’t…” you pant, trailing off due to your ability to talk being snatched away after around the fourth orgasm.

“can’t what? can’t stop squirming? or can’t talk? can’t take any more for me?” the smirk is obvious in his husky voice – he knows the answer is “yes” to all of those questions.