࿔˚⋆ the bang master ⋆˚ ࿔

older woman!reader x toji who loves to brag about his gambling and betting on horses, trying to use his smooth words to worm his way into a warm bed tonight, but the way you smile and fold your hands across your lap tells him more about you than he knew before. "it takes more than charm to get in my bed, fushiguro...but the couch welcomes you always."

Your boyfriend cannot call you a slut without having a full mental breakdown. You make him do it anyway.

cw: NSFW. reluctant dirty talk, blowjob, throat fucking, cum swallowing, humor, fluff & smut.

cr: inkyck on ig

“You’re a fucking little—”

Satoru’s hand flew up to cover his face so fast his glasses nearly went flying. His ears were already red and the rest of him was rapidly catching up.

“Baby, I can’t.” The words came out muffled against his palm in a mortified groan.

Satoru Gojo — top of the physics department, future Nobel hopeful, the guy who still used highlighters color-coded by topic difficulty, and the softest, most hopelessly whipped boyfriend on campus — was currently having a full-blown crisis of character while the most popular girl in three different friend groups sucked his soul out through his dick.

You were on your knees between his spread legs on his dorm bed, lips still wet and shiny, looking up at him with the most devastatingly confident expression a person mid-blowjob could possibly manage. His hard cock rested against your lower lip, twitching traitorously every time you spoke.

You blinked slowly. Then you smiled that same smile that had half the campus wrapped around your finger.

“You can,” you said sweetly, wrapping one hand around the base of his cock and bringing the flushed head right to your mouth. You dragged the tip slowly across your tongue, back and forth, tasting the precum that was already beading there. “You’re supposed to be the smartest guy in the whole physics department, Toru. You can manage to say some filth.”

Satoru peeked at you through his fingers. Those impossibly blue eyes were wide behind his slightly askew glasses, looking like a deer about to get absolutely wrecked.

“I— I can do equations in my head,” he muttered. “I cannot call my girlfriend a… a… that.”

His free hand hovered uselessly near your hair, fingers twitching like he wanted to touch but didn’t trust himself not to stroke it gently instead of yank.

“Come on.” You tilted your head so your hair spilled over one shoulder, then leaned in and slowly dragged the flat of your tongue up the underside of his cock from base to tip. “Grab it. Pull a little.”

He made a sound that was half moan, half dying animal. He finally settled his hand in your hair, but the grip was so careful it was basically a caress.

“Satoru.” You frowned at him.

“Fuck— okay, okay— you’re… you’re a very enthusiastic— No. You’re a fucking little—” he started again, determined this time, only for the rest of the sentence to die in a strangled noise when you took just the head into your mouth and sucked hard and slow, eyes locked on his. Your tongue worked under the tip, filthy and deliberate, while your hand stroked the rest of him, slick with spit. You didn’t go deeper. You just kept that tight, wet pressure on the most sensitive part and waited, challenging him to actually follow through.

“—shit. Shit. Baby— that’s not fair, you know I can’t think when you do that.”

You pulled off with a wet, filthy pop, strings of spit connecting your lips to the flushed head of his cock. You rested your chin on his thigh and looked up at him with deliberate, teasing innocence. The kind of look that belonged to someone who knew exactly how good she looked on her knees in a university dorm room, while her boyfriend—the same boyfriend who still got flustered when you sat on his lap—tried desperately not to combust.

“Hair,” you reminded him gently, reaching up to guide his other hand to the back of your head. “And throat. And dirty talk. You promised you’d actually try tonight. Not just panic and call me an angel again.”

“I’m trying, baby, I promise,” he said weakly. His fingers threaded carefully through your hair, more petting than gripping, like he was stroking a particularly beloved cat instead of preparing to fuck your face. The contrast between the careful touch and the way his cock was now fully hard, flushed, and shiny with your spit was almost comical.

“That’s not trying, Satoru,” you said, voice already a little rough. “That’s petting me like I’m some cute plushie. I asked you to grab my hair and fuck my throat. So either do it, or I’m going to keep teasing you until you actually snap.”

“Fuck—fuck, okay—” He was breathing hard now, chest rising and falling under his sweater. “You’re such a—such a good girl, taking me so deep, Christ—wait, that’s soft again. You’re a—you’re a filthy little thing who likes choking on my cock. Is that better? Did that sound okay? It felt weird coming out of my mouth.”

You hummed encouragingly and took him deeper until the head of his cock nudged the back of your throat. His breath hitched into a high, broken sound that was pure Satoru. His fingers tightened in your hair for half a second — real pressure, real grip.

He groaned.

“You’re so good for me. My good girl. You could have anyone and still you’re here, choking on the nerd’s dick. Fuck. That sounded possessive. Is possessive allowed? I feel like possessive is allowed.”

You nodded, sucking him harder.

“Fuck—baby—fuck—” His voice cracked again. “You’re so good. So fucking good for me. Taking every inch like you were made for it. Such a fucking little—slut.”

The second the words left him you moaned around him. Low and real, the vibration going straight through his dick. Your eyes fluttered for a second and you took him deeper on purpose, throat relaxing around the head like you were rewarding him for finally saying it.

Satoru made a broken sound, hips jerking once before he could stop them.

“Oh— fuck— you liked that?” His voice cracked. His fingers finally tightened properly in your hair, not careful anymore. “You— you actually liked that. Shit. Okay. Okay.”

He started moving your head himself.

Not hard at first — still a little hesitant, still clearly fighting himself — but deeper. Steady. Using the grip on your hair to pull you down until your nose brushed his stomach, then letting you up just enough to breathe before doing it again. Every time the head of his cock dragged over the back of your throat you moaned around him, wet and low, and the sound made his hips jerk harder than he meant to.

“Fuck— look at you,” he breathed, voice rough and almost disbelieving. “The same girl everyone stares at in the dining hall and you’re on your knees taking my cock like a fucking slut. Made for this. Made to choke on me.”

You moaned again, louder this time, eyes watering as he pushed deeper. Spit ran down your chin in thick strings. Your thighs pressed together instinctively.

Satoru’s breathing was getting messier by the second.

“You like it when I say that, don’t you?” He thrust a little harder, still not fully rough but no longer careful. “You like being my filthy little thing. Looking up at me with those eyes while I use your throat. Fuck— you’re so wet for this, aren’t you? I can tell. You’re dripping just from having my cock in your mouth.”

You couldn’t answer with words, so you did the next best thing.

Your hand slid down between your legs, under your skirt, and you touched yourself right there on your knees with his dick buried in your throat. The second your fingers found your clit you moaned hard around him — open, desperate, the vibration going straight through his cock — and Satoru completely lost it.

“Oh my god— are you— are you touching yourself?” His voice cracked into something high and wrecked. His grip tightened in your hair and his hips started moving properly now, short, deep thrusts that made wet, filthy sounds every time he bottomed out. “You’re touching yourself while I fuck your throat. Jesus Christ. You’re such a dirty fucking slut. My dirty cockslut. Taking it so well and getting yourself off on it—”

He was babbling now, half dirty talk, half overwhelmed genius who couldn’t process how hot this was. His thrusts got faster, less controlled. You kept rubbing yourself in time with him, fingers slick, moaning every time he pushed deep enough to make you gag.

“Fuck— fuck, baby, I’m— I can’t—” Satoru’s rhythm stuttered hard. “You’re gonna make me come. You’re touching yourself and moaning around my cock and I can’t— shit—”

He shoved deep one last time and held you there, cock pulsing hard against your tongue as he came down your throat with a broken, high sound that was pure Satoru. Thick pulses of come that you swallowed around him while your own orgasm hit almost at the same time — sharp and sudden, thighs shaking, a long muffled moan vibrating around his cock while you kept rubbing yourself through it.

Satoru finally loosened his grip like he’d just woken up from a fever dream. He pulled you off gently, hands shaking, and stared down at you with completely ruined blue eyes — glasses fogged, face scarlet, sweater still on, looking like he’d committed a crime against physics itself.

You licked your lips, still catching your breath, fingers still between your legs.

“…I can’t believe I just did that” he whispered, voice completely gone.

You smiled up at him, wrecked and satisfied.

“You did perfect, Toru.”

He covered his face with both hands and groaned like he was dying.

“I’m never recovering from this. I said ‘slut’ three times,” he whispered, sounding both horrified and oddly proud. “And ‘cockslut.’ And I held you down. I actually held you down on my dick and said filthy things.”

You grinned, wiping the corner of your mouth with the back of your hand.

“You did. And it was hot.”

“It felt illegal. Like I was violating some fundamental law of the universe.”

“It was requested,” you reminded him. “And you’re getting better. Next time maybe we’ll get past the panic phase faster.”

He laughed, soft and breathless, and tucked a strand of hair behind your ear with the same careful fingers that had just held you down on his cock.

“I still like calling you baby better” he admitted, voice dropping into that warm, private register that always made your chest ache.

You kissed the tip of his nose. “I know. But I like choking on your cock while you call me a slut.”

Satoru made a wounded noise and buried his face in your neck.

“You’re actually going to kill your soft, nerdy, hopelessly awkward boyfriend with pure filth.”

“That’s the plan,” you said cheerfully, carding your fingers through his ridiculous white hair. “Death by blowjob and slow corruption. Very on-brand for the physics genius who still blushes when I sit on his lap in the library.”

He groaned into your skin, but you could feel him smiling.

“Next time I’ll do better. I promise.”

You believed him.

Even if “better” still sounded a lot like love.

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"you seemed so friendly today," he whispered, "so open. i wonder if you were thinking about how much you wanted this while you were flirting with him."

“i wasn't flirting, suguru— please," you whined, your voice muffled by the pillow.

"i don't care what you call it. you still let him get too close." he pressed the head of his dick firmly against your entrance, but made no effort to slide in. "now, fuck yourself. move back onto it on your own. i want to see you take it."

you hesitated, glancing back at him just long enough to catch the slight furrow of his brows and the subtle narrowing of his eyes. he groaned a little at the sight. god, you looked like such a mess. "it huuurts! you're too big, just push it in—"

the sound of his palm connecting with your ass echoed through the room, making you gasp and arch your back instinctively.

"did i ask for your opinion?" suguru hissed, his voice devoid of its usual calm. "i told you to move. do it, or i'll give you something real to complain about."

tears pricked your eyes, but the sting of the slap had awakened a desperate need in you. shaking, you shifted your weight, sliding your hips backward. you felt him slide in slowly, the girth stretching you wide, filling you completely. you then let out a choked moan, your fingers clutching the pillowcase.

"thaaat’s it," he murmured, the anger in his voice giving way to quiet satisfaction. "that’s my girl."

as you continued to move, backing up onto him in slow, tentative rhythms, suguru began to meet you. every time you retreated, he gave a gentle, shallow thrust, teasing you, making you crave the depth he was withholding.

eventually, the sound of flesh slapping against flesh filled the room, a rhythmic, wet thud that drowned out everything else. the long-haired man had you pinned face down, your tits crushed into the pillows and your hips hoisted high in the air, leaving you completely exposed to his wrath.

he was pounding into you with a relentless, punishing pace. each thrust was deep and hard, bottoming out against your cervix and sending waves of pleasure and pressure through your entire body. you were whimpering now, loud, uncontrolled moans escaping you as you shook under the force of his assault.

his fingers were dug deep into the soft flesh of your hips, bruising your skin as he anchored you in place, ensuring you felt every single inch of his girth bottoming out against your cervix.

"still thinking about him?" suguru groaned, his voice a low, dangerous rasp against the shell of your ear. he slammed into you again, the impact jarring your entire frame.

"tell me— while i’m fucking you like this, are you still thinking about how close he was to you?"

"no— god— suguru, please!" you cried into the pillow, your voice muffled and desperate. your body was shaking, your internal muscles clamping tight around him with every heavy thrust.

“i— it was never like that!”

“yeah?”

“uh huh!”

"just answer me," he commanded, his tone cold despite the heat of their bodies. he pulled back nearly all the way, teasing your entrance, before driving himself back in with a violent surge that made you squeal. "who do you belong to?"

"shit!— you— i'm yours, sugu— only yours!" you yelped out, your fingers clawing at the bedsheets.

"uh huh, that's right baby."

he shifted his grip, moving one hand from your hip to the small of your back. suguru pressed his palm firmly against your spine, forcing you to arch your back even further, tilting your pelvis up to create an even steeper, more vulnerable angle. the change in position allowed him to hit that sweet spot with pinpoint accuracy, making your eyes roll to the back of your head.

"oh god— r— right there!— suguru!" you gasped, your hips instinctively bucking back against him, trying to swallow him whole.

the sound of you pleading only seemed to fuel him. suguru let out a grunt, pounding into you now, his movements much more primal and possessive. the wet, slapping sound of his balls hitting your ass echoed through the room, a constant reminder of how thoroughly he was dominating you.

as he leaned closer, his long hair slipped over his shoulders, feathering gently against your spine.

"you love it when i’m like this, don't you?" he panted, his breath hot and ragged. "you loooove knowing that i can do whatever i want to you."

"yes— yes, i do! pleeease— you’re so big!" you whimpered out, your face sinking into the pillow as he reached down, his fingers briefly threading through your hair, gently urging you to stay where you were.

“you can take it, baby.”

“f— faster! mmmh— i’m sososo close! don’t stop!”

he didn't need to be told twice. suguru gripped your waist with bruising force, pulling you flush against him as he delivered a series of rapid, shallow thrusts that built the tension to a breaking point, before slamming deep one last time.

he held you there, pinned and trembling, as he felt your walls begin to spasm in a violent orgasm.

"thereee we go" he hissed, pressing a sloppy kiss to the back of your neck, "lemme feel your pretty cunt squeeze me while you remember exactly who you belong to."

as you came, suguru let out a loud, guttural groan. he drove himself in as deep as possible, his dick pulsing as he filled you deep inside with hot, thick cum.

"is this what you wanted?" he asked moments later, letting out a quiet scoff as his palms moved slowly along your sides in an attempt to soothe you, his eyes glued to your figure that stayed motionless on the bed, "to be used like this? to have me remind you who you actually belong to?"

“i missed your dick,” you murmured, squirming around a bit.

“you are so stupid.”

okay now omw to respond to the megumi stuff in my inbox because ik some of u don’t play abt this man 😭😭😭😭

beach day with husband!toji ends with him taking your bikini off with his teeth! ꒰♡

cws; chubby!reader, face sitting, car sex, backshots, pulling out, reader is three months postpartum and toji worships her body even more !! ݁˖

a day at the beach quickly reminded you why you don’t wear bikinis, or anything even remotely revealing, around your husband.

he might be a fully grown man, but the second he catches even a glimpse of skin, he’s all over you like a sex-crazed teenage boy. and today? you’d never seen anything like it. he was feral.

it’s not liked you hated the attention — it was nice, considering you were only three months postpartum and your body was far from ‘bouncing back’ yet. in fact, it was clear toji almost liked your body more this way.

the second you took off your cover up and laid down on the sand, your husband was all over you.

toji perches next to you, tilting his sunglasses down to get a good look at you, tongue darting out to lick his suddenly dry lips. he doesn’t say anything for a while, just stares, letting you feel the weight of his gaze.

"ever heard of the phrase ‘take a picture, it’ll last longer’ ?" you say, head resting on your arms, back and plump ass on full display. toji snickers, "can’t look at my sexy wife now?"

you turn to the side, soft tummy now visible to him. his cock twitches beneath his swim shorts. "well, stop staring. you’re making me insecure," you whine, trying to roll back on your stomach before two strong hands stop you.

toji’s hands roam your figure greedily, squeezing and groping every inch of skin accessible to him — cock hardening further at the sight of your full breasts barely covered by your bikini top. "and now you’re feeling me up at the beach when there’s people around…" you say, smiling faintly.

"can’t help it, doll. shit— y’just look so damn good," he purrs, giving your ass an extra firm squeeze. "got any idea how hard you’re makin’ me?"

"toji!" you say, shooting toji a shocked yet playful glance, looking down and realising he wasn’t kidding — a prominent tent in his shorts with your name written all over it.

in all fairness, it was rare you got a day to yourselves anymore, with work and the kids, the poor man barely got any time alone to ogle you properly. thankfully for you both, the kids were with your parents today.

toji stands, picking you up effortlessly, taking you to the car parked in the lot nearby. you giggle as he throws you over his shoulder, walking away like he couldn’t give two fucks who saw. because he didn’t.

"toji fushiguro. where are you taking me," you say, ass being firmly squeezed as toji walked with purpose.

"takin’ you to the nearest place i can bury my face in your cunt without anyone seeing."

once you reach the car, toji gets in first, reclining the passenger seat back until it was practically flat. then, he grabs you, placing you on his lap, slamming the car door shut. "baby, do you know how hot it is today? we’re gonna melt in here!" you protest weakly.

"yeah? then stop complainin’ and sit on my face before ya’ get the chance," he purrs, dragging you up to his chest, beginning to kiss your thighs hungrily, sharp canines grazing your skin. he tilts his head up, grabbing the loose ties of your bikini bottoms between his teeth, pulling until they came undone.

without wasting another second, toji grips your plush thighs, pulling you onto his face. immediately, his tongue darts out, gliding through your folds, tasting your slick. he uses the lubrication of your slick and his saliva to make out sloppily with your clit, groaning as he does.

"mnn, toji—" you moan out, beginning to pant lightly, hands gripping his dark hair. he’s eating you like he’s starving — flicking and sucking your clit with his lips and tongue like he can’t get enough. "i’m so fuckin’ lucky—shit, ride my face, baby," your husband growls, moving your his against his face with ease.

you buck your hips against his face with enthusiasm, the other side of your bikini still fastened on your other hip, reminding you just how hungry your husband is for you. "could spend all day with my face buried in this pussy," toji rasps, shaking his head from side to side, humming in contentment.

your moans become louder, head thrown back in pleasure, now almost needier than toji — desperate to be filled. "p-please, hnnn—need you inside me," you plead, sopping hole clenching around nothing.

he looks up at you after releasing your clit with a wet pop, chin glistening from your slick. "i know, baby. gonna make that needy lil’ pussy nice n’ full with my dick," he responds, moving you down his body, peeling his shorts down to release his heavy, throbbing cock.

even after years of marriage, the sight never got old. he’s just so damn big all over — especially below the belt.

you palm toji’s cock a few times with your hand before lowering yourself down. you gasp sharply and toji hisses through his teeth as he feels your tight walls envelop him. you plant your feet down on the leather seat, beginning to bounce up and down on his thick length.

the car begins to fill with the sound of skin slapping together, along with lewd, wet noises coming from your cunt. "fuuuckk, always look so good ridin’ my dick," toji praises, gripping your hips, eyes fixed on his cock disappearing inside your pussy.

he supports your body as you slam up and down, your supple body making it easier for him to grip you. "hnnghh—you’re so deep," you mewl, placing one hand on the car window, beginning not to care who the fuck saw you.

just as your thighs begin to burn, toji flips your positions, knowing you well enough to take over when you need him to. your face is damn near squished up against the window as toji presses you into a filthy arch, delivering a sharp smack to your ass — watching it ripple from the contact.

"my wife has the sexiest ass," he rasps, placing both hands on your cheeks and spreading them as he pushes back in. though there was limited room to move freely, he makes it work, settings a relentless pace as he rips the other side of your bikini clean off.

“ohmygod—fuck me so good" you moan, the car windows becoming foggy. "atta girl, take it all—hah—makin’ me wanna put another kid in ya’," he pants lightly.

the car shakes from the force of toji’s thrusts, hips snapping forwards repeatedly, the thick head of his cock kissing your cervix. you gasp as his thumb circles your other tight entrance, pushing in a little, both holes now occupied.

"shit—maybe i should fuck this tight ass next, huh?" he says, voice low and gravelly, still rutting into you.

your head begins to spin from the pleasure of toji’s precise strokes, each one hitting the spots you can’t reach on your own. "m’gonna—ahnnn!—cum," you cry out.

toji feels your cunt flutter and contract around his length, leaning forward and forcing himself deeper inside of you — using his hand to grip your chin. "lemme see this pretty face while you cream all over my dick, baby."

his filthy words push you over the edge, creamy white rings forming at the girthy base of his cock as you cum hard.

both of you moan and pant frantically, your knees weak as he fucks you through the aftershocks of your orgasm — his lips beginning to attack your neck with kisses and licks as his nears his own peak. "got no idea how much i wanna—haah—fill this pussy up with my load. watch it leak out when y’put that slutty lil’ bikini back on."

you can only whimper and pant at his words, feeling his hips stutter, thrusts gradually becoming more shallow. it kills him to pull out, but he does, leaning back and palming himself a few times before releasing warm spurts of cum all over your ass and lower back.

when he’s done, he strokes your hip soothingly, admiring the mess he’d made all over his favourite girl. "did so good, sweetheart," he praises.

"i don’t think i can walk back to the beach after that," you say, still panting slightly, barely daring to move in fear that toji’s cum will leak all over the car.

"we’ll go back and get our stuff then i’ll take you home n’ fuck you proper."

"sounds like a plan."

a/n; i sweaarrrr i’m posting that shoko fic soon i wanted to finish this first since summer is kinda coming to an end | art by ameamezou on ig !!

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roommate!suguru geto and her exhibitionism problems ꒰ ୭ ˚. ᵎᵎ

cw: mdni, fem!suguru, thigh riding, art by suguruboobs

You like your roommate, you really do, she keeps everything tidy, cooks for you in the weekends and she has picked you up from parties when you're wasted. She's almost like a friend to you. Because there's this minor inconvenience with her that makes you just a little bit uncomfortable.

She likes to walk around naked in your apartment, with zero shame. Sometimes she's with her tits out and panties, other times she's wearing a bra but with her pussy bare, most of the times she's just fully nude.

And you really want to hate it, but how could you when Suguru has the most amazing body you've ever seen. Her breasts are round and perky, big enough to bounce while she walks, same with her ass, perfect to grab and knead. Thick strong thighs and arms because she works out (also naked in your living room) and her pussy... gosh, she has the prettiest trimmed bush that peeks a little when she wears panties that makes your mouth water.

You feel like a pervert every goddamn time, even after she told you that she doesn't care that you stare at her. But just her sight makes you so fucking wet. You're having breakfast just before leaving for work and she shows up in the kitchen with her long inky hair up in a loose bun, her bare hips swaying around the kitchen while she scrambles some eggs.

Nanami’s wife had a big teeny tiny obsession with sundresses. In fact, over a quarter of your wardrobe was occupied with sundresses hung meticulously in colour order along the railing. You looked so happy in them, eyes creasing as you smiled with glee.

It drove Nanami absolutely crazy.

Of course he loved the dresses and he loved seeing you happy even more, but the way the material hugged your chest and hips, the way it flowed beautifully around your lower half and swayed in slow motion whenever you moved had him going insane. He felt his cock hardening whenever you walked out of the bedroom and the self control he had to teach himself was becoming unbearable.

“Kento? Are you okay?”

His head snapped up to your eyes instantly, reaching for your hand and kissing your knuckles gently. “Sorry, sweetheart. I’m fine.”

“You seem distracted,” you add on.

“Just… work stuff,” he lied, trying to avoid eye contact with your yellow sundress, little blue flowers printed over it.

“Do you want to talk about it?”

Your adorable concerned expression had Nanami staring down at his lap, counting to ten in his head to try and prevent all the blood rushing to his groin. His jaw tightened painfully.

“I’m okay, darling. Thank you for offering.”

You wouldn’t let up though, unable to move on from the conversation because of how weird your husband was acting. You squeezed his hand gently from across the dining table. “Kenny, are-“

You pause mid sentence when he groans, eyes squeezing shut. With a curious mind, you lean down to look under the table and notice the large bulge forming in his work trousers.

You can’t help but burst out into giggles.

Nanami stares at you like you’re personally offending him.

“Love, it’s not nice to laugh.”

“Aww, you’re so cute, Ken! Why didn’t you just tell me?” One foot outstretches to press against his groin under the table, eliciting another low moan.

“Didn’t want to make you uncomfortable,” he grits out.

“Hm? How do you mean?”

“I didn’t-“ His breaths becomes shorter. “-want to make you feel sexualised in your dress.”

You beam. “So you like them that much, huh?”

He groans again when you rub over his hardened cock slowly. “Don’t tease, darling. You know I love them, and you.”