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The intruder cries out, “Ouch! That hurt, sweetheart.”

You’re physically relaxing, able to recognise that whingey tone of voice with your eyes closed. Which they practically are, heading over to the light switch and flicking it on to see your idiot boyfriend, Gojo Satoru. He’s hopping around on one leg, holding the shin of the other one with both hands. Apparently, not very coordinated tonight though because he’s falling over into the wall.

“What are you doing?!” Exasperated by him already.

Clumsily, he points back at you. Voice accusatory, “What are you doing?” About to answer when he continues, “Throwing water bottles– that thing was heavy! You could’ve killed me.”

“I threw one water bottle—”

“—One too many!”

“And– don’t cut me off– and you’re the one breaking into my apartment in the middle of the night! I thought you were an intruder here to kill me or something.”

“I could never kill you,” he pouts. Finally getting himself back upright and limping over to you.

You watch him struggle his way over. “What are you doing here, Satoru?”

“I missed you really bad, sweetie.” His large hand caressing your cheek, it’s cold from the outside air. “Wanted to see you or I was gonna die.”

He’s being extra dramatic, clumsy… annoying. “Are you drunk?”

“No, no,” he shakes his head. “Just tipsy.”

“There is no tipsy with you.” Eyes rolling at him, he’s a huge lightweight. It doesn’t matter how much he had; he can’t handle it.

Fingers pinching your cheek. “It wasn’t my fault.” Those same fingers trail to your ear, tickling against it. “Suguru and Shoko said it’d be funnnn.”

You swat at his hand playing with your ear. “And was it fun?”

“Nooo.” Hand now taking yours and interlocking your fingers together. “I missed you the whole time.”

He’s tipping forward and you can’t tell if that’s from the alcohol or his love of your personal space. Bumping foreheads because he’s now leaned all the way in, his eyes barely staying open.

“So… you missed me so much, you broke into my apartment?”

“I didn’t break anything…” he pauses in consideration, “okay so maybe I broke some things, but I didn’t break in. You gave me a key.”

You can only sigh at him because you did give him a key, but you never expected him to use it in the middle of the night while drunk and scare you half to death.

Gojo’s lips slot over yours while you’re in thought, his hands grabbing at either side your face as he kisses you hungrily. His tongue licking at your lower lip and begging for you to let him in. The force of it and the unexpectedness leaves you dizzy, brain taking a second to catch up.

Once you do, you’re threading your hand into his hair and tugging him back by it. “Satoru—”

“—Lemme kiss you some more,” he whines. “I want you so bad, sweetheart.”

“You shouldn’t have gotten drunk then.”

“Don’t punish me.” Hands pulling you in closer to him. “Just one more kiss, one more, please.”

And his begging eyes and pathetic voice has a firm hold of your heart, caving to him too easily. “One kiss. And then I’m going back to sleep.”

“Deal.” He replies quickly.

Swiftly kissing you again after that, lips desperately moving against yours. His tongue filling your mouth and licking against you. Moans are tumbling from him as he immensely enjoys getting what he wanted. Hands deftly and boldly exploring you, groping at your hips before rounding to your ass and coping a feel.

You gasp against him and pull back, lips connected by a string of spit that snaps when you talk. “That’s enough.”

“No, it’s not.” He lowers himself to nuzzle against your neck and shoulder. “I want more.” Kissing along your collar bone, taking advantage of his position.

Ignoring the shiver that runs through you to retort, “Then you’ll have to wait until you’re sober.”

“That’s not fair.” He sulks.

“I think it’s plenty fair, considering you broke into my home and scared me half to death.”

“I did that with love.”

“And I’m doing this with love too.”

Huffing against you. “No, you’re doing this with evil in your heart.”

“Keep complaining and I won’t let you sleep here tonight.”

He nibbles on your collar bone at your threat but relents. “Fine.”

You pat his head lovingly and joke, “Good boy.”

“Don’t talk like that, baby.” He groans, “I’ll get hard.”

Comment going untouched, you reply, “Go have a shower, I’m going back to bed.”

“You just want me naked.”

“No, I don’t want your gross clothes in my bed.” Poking his chest. “Shower.”

“I’ll put on your pyjamas then.” He takes your hand in his and walks off towards your bedroom. “Maybe the ones that are all sheer and revealing… I like those ones.”

Satoru’s still unsteady on his feet, almost falling over again. His hand reaches up and steadies himself on the wall. The hold he has on your hand pulls you towards him, your side knocking into his. You’re stretching your own hand out to also help steady him, his coordination is severely stunted. You can’t quite tell if he’s playing it up or not though, lazy smile spread across his lips.

His eyes flick to yours. “I don’t think I can shower alone, sweetie.”

So, he’s definitely playing it up. “I think you’ll be fine.”

“What if I slip and hit my head?”

Sighing at him and his manipulation. You’re apparently a sucker though because you’re saying, “Okay fine, I’ll watch you shower but I’m not getting in.” You’ve already showered tonight.

“…Pervert.”

“Shut up.”

He declares a little louder now, “Lead me to the shower, my little pudding cup.”

The nickname makes you smile, a little silly but completely endearing to you. “You know the way.”

“I need your help.” Hanging off you. “I’m hopeless without you.”

“Stupid.”

“Stupid in love.” He clarifies, “with you.”

You can feel your cheeks heat up. “Just start walking.”

The pair of you shuffle to your bathroom where you leave him for just a moment. Needing to dip into your bedroom to grab some spare clothes. You’d cleared out a drawer for him not that long ago. Mostly because he’d whined that he didn’t have one, a complaint he’d made while rooting through your underwear drawer.

When you walk back into the bathroom, Satoru’s behaving like you were gone forever when it was barely a minute. “There you are!” Tone sulky. “You can’t leave me alone like that, I missed you.”

“I was getting you some clothes to change into.” Placing said clothes down on the countertop.

“I don’t need those.” Squinting at the shirt and sweats like they’ve offended him. “I’ll just sleep naked, tucked in against you.”

Despite him being a little annoying, you’re cheerily saying, “You’ll be wearing the clothes, Satoru.”

“No fun…” he grumbles, “You’re no fun.”

Passing by him, you lean into the shower and turn it on. Letting the hot water heat up, watching it swirl down the drain while you wait for it. As soon as there’s a slight warmth to it, you say to Satoru, “Start getting undressed.”

Without missing a beat. “I need help.”

You have a few options here, and arguing with him feels like it would take too long. “Arms up.” Your hand making an upward motion with your words.

He does it immediately, completely pleased with himself. Your fingers tickle against his sides as you slide his shirt upwards, he shudders at your touch. Biting into his lip as he watches you closely. Then he tips down, aiding you in undressing his top half. Aware that he’s a bit too tall to just expect you to effortlessly take it off.

Once it’s off his body, you throw it into the hamper and turn around to check on the water. Steam rising at the heat. As you’re leaning in to turn on the cold water, Gojo is grabbing your hips and pressing himself to you.

“You sure you don’t want to join me?”

“I’m sure.”

Huffing at that but pulling back so you can finish adjusting the temperature. He’s cute, and incredibly tempting. He can’t keep clinging to you because otherwise you’ll cave to him. His flirtation always gets to you and tonight he’s laying it on extra thick.

When you spin back to him, he’s waiting patiently for your attention. Grinning big at you. “Need your help with my pants, baby.”

Of course he does. You do your best not to react about it, knowing that’s exactly what he wants from you. Wordlessly reaching for him, lithe fingers slipping the button free. Then, your brain tells you to look up at him through your lashes. Dragging the zipper down slowly while holding eye contact.

Satoru can barely contain himself, expression melting for you, his dick twitching in his pants. “So cruel…” Taking your head in his hands so he can press hot kisses to your lips.

You shut him down, retreating backwards. Smile tugging at your mouth and gripping his pants to shuck them sharply half-way down his thighs. “Just take your pants off properly and get in the shower, Satoru.”

His tongue clicks at you in his disappointment, grumbling to himself about how cruel you are while removing his pants on his own. Boxer briefs last to come off, seemingly pleased with himself and his dick. Fully erect from all his flirting and few kisses, having worked himself up to the point of aching arousal.

Shaking your head at him. “You truly are a hopeless case.”

“I’m your hopeless case.” Talking as he walks behind the glass of your shower.

You snicker and hoist yourself up onto the countertop across from the shower. Watching him stand under the water. “Be that as it may, you’re in for it in the morning, Satoru.”

Gojo’s using his hands to push his hair out of his face, giving you a small moment to let your eyes rake over his body. Enjoying the view of him on full display, his cock bobbing under its own weight. His head tips back and the water trails down his chin, his chest… lower.

Now you’re the one working yourself up, quickly looking away when his head is back upright. A knowing smirk playing on his lips. “I look forward to seeing what that entails, sweetheart.”

“It will entail a long lecture on why you shouldn’t break into my home so late at night.”

“I’ll listen to you talk about anything you want.” He’s pouring your nice body wash onto the extra loofah you keep here for him.

“Hey! Use the other stuff,” pointing at him hastily, “the guy stuff you use.”

“Get in here and make me.” Sticking his tongue out at you, already beginning to scrub his body.

You’re whinging a little, “I bought that stuff specifically for you.”

“I know and you’re so sweet, baby.” His broad chest is covered in soap suds and you’re fighting the urge to get in with him. “But I wanna smell like you.”

And he was calling you a pervert earlier? “Whatever.” Pointedly paying no mind to how your tummy flips at what he’s said.

Choosing to drag your eyes away from his tempting form and looking down to the tiles, finding interest in the mundane instead of your very hot, still slightly tipsy boyfriend. You could probably afford to scrub the grout in here, maybe during your next cleaning spree you’ll do that.

The sound of a soft moan has your head flipping up quickly. His hand is gripping his cock, coated in your body wash. Hand gently stroking his length, his eyes watching you closely. You can’t believe his audacity, touching himself in front of you.

“Are you serious?”

“Couldn’t help it.” He huffs, “Everything smells like you, and you’re right there and I can’t touch you.”

Gojo tried so hard to focus on the shower, he swears. But the signature scent of your body wash he loves so much and your pretty form sat in front of him is so distracting. Especially since you’re doing your best to ignore how naked he is and how much he wants you… it turned him on too much and he was already horny!

You’re looking away from him and he’s whining, “Noo, please watch.” His hand slows down, waiting for you to look again. “Feels better when– hff– when you look at me.”

“I’m not encouraging your behaviour.”

“Really?” Breaths coming faster. “I feel plenty encouraged though?”

“Satoru,” you say it far too softly to be any kind of scolding.

“Fuck– mmh.” He’s shuddering at the sound of your voice, eventually huffing out a reply, “Yes, sweetie?”

Glimpsing back at him is a poor choice, pausing to stare as your face heats up in embarrassment and arousal. Gojo doesn’t feel a lick of embarrassment though, hand speeding back up now that you’re watching him. His panted moans echoing off the tiled walls in the bathroom. His thumb swiping over the tip of his leaking cock, his thighs twitching with how sensitive he is.

It’s agony, watching him touch himself. Skin all flushed a pretty pink, the veins in his shaft pulsing. Your mouth practically watering at the sight of it all, pussy throbbing hot in your panties. You can’t stay here, you’re barely holding onto your sanity.

Jumping off the counter and calling back as you walk out the room, “You can finish by yourself.” Not meaning for the double entendre but still able to appreciate it.

“Don’t be like that.” His voice fades out as you close the door.

You’re scuttling back to your bedroom and tucking yourself under the covers as soon as you leave Satoru. Heart hammering in your chest, your hand trailing down your body to press against your core. The pressure offering such little relief, feeling more like you’re teasing yourself.

There’s a fleeting moment where you consider touching yourself, but you hold back. Choosing to ignore it instead and rolling onto your side, pretending to fall asleep in the hopes that you will. It takes considerable will power to keep yourself from rubbing your thighs together. And he’d called you evil? He’s the evil one.

You’re still awake when Gojo enters the room, carrying the distinct smell of your body wash along with him. He’s crawling into your bed and tucking himself in right behind you, his body pressed to you as he makes himself comfortable.

The hand he has on your hip feels heavier than usual, such an innocuous touch working you up. His legs tangle with yours as he properly snuggles into you. Words low as he says, “I know you’re still awake.”

“You don’t know anything.”

“Ouch.” He snickers.

“You’re so annoying.”

“I know that.”

“And you’re a pervert,” you say while glaring at the wall.

Satoru nearly moans. “Keep going.”

“Oh my god.” Turning around as best you can, it helps that he loosens his hold on you to let you spin. “You’re seriously getting off on being called an annoying pervert?”

“I’ll get off on anything as long as you’re involved.” Shameless grin spread across his face.

Your eyes roll at him, you can’t believe you love him. “Just go to bed.”

“But I’m sober now.”

“Nice try.”

He sighs, disappointed that didn’t work before leaning down. Kissing you all hot and heavy, his lips lingering over yours as he huffs, “I’m gonna fuck you stupid in the morning.”

You cover up the mewl you want to let out with a light laugh. “That’s if you’re not hungover.”

It takes considerable effort on both your parts, but you do eventually get to sleep. After the weight of your arousal finally started lifting, you were able to enjoy sleeping in Satoru’s arms. It feels nice to have him here beside you at night, makes you feel safe. Even though the only person who’s breaking into your home is him.

The sleep you got was pleasant but almost as soon as you’re squinting awake, Gojo’s peaking over to look at you. Barely roused from your slumber and he’s all in your business, your hand reaches up and pushes back at his face.

“What are you doing.” Speech coming a bit slurred.

He talks from behind your hand, not moving himself back much at all. “I was checking to see if you’re awake.”

“Barely.”

Satoru’s grabbing your wrist, moving your palm to his lips so he can press kisses to it. “Good morning.”

You make a noncommittal sound back, still sleepy. “Go back to sleep.”

“Can’t.” dragging your hand downwards, resting it over his erection.

For a moment, you don’t even register exactly what it is you’re touching. Not until your fingers wrap around him and he twitches. You’re waking up a little more at that, eyes lowering to where you’re gripping him.

When you look back up to him, he smiles. “I’m sober now.”

“Still an annoying pervert though.”

“That wasn’t because of the alcohol.”

He’s dropping over you, lips immediately seeking yours out. Tongue sliding into your mouth, kiss deep and imploring. Completely greedy with you, desperately sucking on you. Big hands greedy too. Groping at you and squishing the fat of your thigh. Sliding up higher to grab at your hips, sides, tits. Anywhere he can touch, he’s touching.

Kissing you until you’re moaning into his mouth and then he’s happy, pulling back and resting on his knees between your legs. Your legs that he’s spread open so he can fit between them. Stroking up and down your inner thighs, enjoying how you jump slightly at his touch.

“Always so sensitive,” he hums. “Bet it was real hard for you last night.” His fingers sneak through the leg of your shorts, tickling against your panty line. Almost pulling them up enough to slip under before moving back. “You were probably all horny, soaking your panties and you still went to bed without touching me.”

He’s frustrating you and he’s doing it on purpose. Frowning at him as you reply, “So, you’re gonna torture me for not taking advantage of you?”

“Do me a favour next time, sweetie,” eye on yours intense, “and just take advantage of me.”

“But—”

Words forgotten as he finally slips under your panties and slides his digit inside your tight heat. Using his free hand to hook into the gusset of your shorts and underwear, pulling them to the side. Giving himself a full view of your pussy swallowing down his finger. He’s biting into his lower lip at the view, his dick jerking in his pants as he slowly withdraws just to fuck back inside.

Your slick is coating his digit lewdly, his heart’s hammering in his chest at finally getting to touch you. Last night a memory of torturous arousal for him, the sight of you all twitchy and horny for him and saying no because he’d had a few drinks. You’re too cute, so sweet and respectful.

“You heard me, right?” His finger crooks up, stroking against your walls deliciously. “Next time just do whatever you want to me.” He feels your walls flutter and he grins about it.

“Next– hff– next time—” Your brows are drawn up in pleasure; it makes it hard to frown at him with any impact. “Don’t show up drunk.”

“I was tipsy,” he corrects, like it matters, “and be honest, you thought I was cute.”

You shake your head at him, too preoccupied with how his finger pulls back and fucks in another alongside it. Walls shuddering around him as he keeps his pace consistent, so close to cumming already. Pussy a wet mess of your slick, dripping into his palm.

“You thought I was cute, all clingy and missing you.”

“You’re always– hng– always like that.”

“I guess that just means you always find me cute then,” his tone lilted at you. “I always find you cute too, sweetheart.”

Your hand slaps at him, warning, “Wait– mmh– I’m gonna cum.”

“Yeah, you are.” His eyes are bright, intently watching your cunt shiver around his fingers.

He doesn’t stop, continuing to stroke you until you’re cumming all over his digits. Coating him obscenely in your creamy slick. Something he delights in completely, letting you ride out your high somewhat impatiently. Wanting to slip his fingers from your gooey hole so he can see how you left them dripping.

Getting what he wants when you whine in slight overstimulation, pulling his hand back to get an eyeful of his messy fingers. Sucking them into his mouth to lick them clean, trapping his tongue between the two of them just to tease you.

While you’re lost in the haze of your orgasm and the lewd site of Satoru sucking your cum off his fingers, you don’t realise he’s grabbed your shorts with his free hand. Not until the cool breeze in the room hits your hot core, making you jump. He’s dexterous and sneaky, digits finally leaving his mouth just to make it easier on himself to undress you fully.

You’re pliant and willing, arms lifting so he can pull your top off. As soon you’re naked, he’s groping at you again. Touching all over your body until he’s grabbing your thighs. Hands smoothing over the tops of them, thumbs sliding to your pussy. Pulling on your lips to reveal your slick coated cunt to him, your hole convulsing around nothing.

He pouts at you. “Cute.”

Not appreciating how unhurried he is, wiggling in his grasp. “Don’t just stare at me.”

“You’re right.”

Then he’s dropping to his stomach between your legs, mouth latching onto your cunt before you have a chance to think. Your palm is slapping over your mouth to cover up the whine you want to let out, somehow conscious of the fact that you have neighbours. A fact that doesn’t concern Gojo in the slightest, his hand reaching up to pull on your arm, tugging it away.

Interlocking his fingers with yours while he makes out with your pussy, tongue sliding into your entrance. You’re easing your free grip into his hair, trying to hold him still but failing. It feels so good, still all sensitive. You’re losing your mind, hips bucking against his face.

Satoru loves it, encouraging you to grind against his face. Slurping loud at you, tongue pulling out to slide up to your clit. Lips wrapping around it to suck, flicking at it quickly with his tongue. Building up your second orgasm embarrassingly quick, just to slide back down to your hole. Thrusting inside you and licking against all the spots he knows like the back of his hand.

You’re panting for him, being kept on the edge so delectably. An edge you really want him to push you off of, trying to support him with the hand you have in his hair. But you can feel the way he smiles against you, letting you know it’s entirely purposeful.

Tugging at him a little harshly. “Satoru– hah– I wanna cum.”

His eyes meet yours, hardly pulling back to grin at you. “I know.”

It’s all you get, a simple acknowledgement of your desires and then more torturous pleasure. You’re not going to beg him, not when—in the back of your mind—you’re pretty sure you were meant to be scolding him.

Gojo’s sighing happily, burying his face further into your cunt. “Mmph– I love this.” His hand squeezing yours in a show of affection. “Really wanted to kiss your sweet pussy last night but my baby is so mean to me.”

“You’re the– hnn– the mean one.” Your grip lightens on his hand as you shiver and he grips you tighter, squeezing until you correct your grip again.

“This is punishment,” he pulls back to kiss your clit, “and a nice one at that.”

Puffing at him, “I told you that—”

“—Yeah, I know, but I’d love to be taken advantage of by you, sweetheart.”

He’s done talking now, mouth preoccupied again and lapping at your slick. Audibly drinking down everything he can from you. Satoru’s not nearly as composed as he pretends to be. Grinding his lower half into the bed while he licks you, getting off on the taste of you in his mouth. 

Quickly reaching down to tug his pants lower, just enough to free his cock. Rubbing it into your sheets as he lets your walls quiver around his tongue. You’re so soft and unbelievably warm, he feels like he’s melting into the mattress. Tip of his dick leaking pre into your pretty bed linens, another thing you’ll scold him for when you’re not drunk on pleasure.

Something that will make him hard all over again, the crease between your eyebrows when you try to be mad far too enticing for him to properly pay attention sometimes. He chooses to keep that to himself though; he doesn’t want you to stop chastising him.

His cock is sliding against the material of your sheets smoother now, the way he’s been drooling precum making him all slick. It’s got him moaning into your pussy—not that you notice—considering he’s probably been doing that the whole time.

Your hand is holding onto him so tightly, getting close to finishing and worrying he won’t let you. Stifling down your desperate whines as best you can to try and trick him into thinking otherwise. It makes his chest feel warm, you’re so cute. He’s so far gone, too horny to keep depriving you any further.

Finally letting you cum, whimpering against you as fresh slick floods his senses. Gulping down everything he can as he keeps fucking you with his tongue. It’s overwhelming for him, his head all foggy and completely pussy drunk. Hips still grinding into the sheets, not stopping even though he’s pretty sure he’s just cum all over them.

You’re going limp, head empty as your body buzzes in the bliss you finally got. Squirming every now and again because Satoru is still licking and sucking at your pussy. He’s greedy, and mean, forcing you to wait to cum and then overstimulating you because he doesn’t want to part from your sticky cunt.

“Too much, ‘Toru,” your words are mumbled lazily.

“Sorry, baby.” Finally, albeit reluctantly, moving away from your sweet pussy. His lips now trailing up your body, kissing you all over until he takes your lips with his. It’s a hot and demanding kiss, his tongue tasting of you.

He’s leaning away so he can pull his shirt off and you’re seeing how his cock is slipped out of the pants he’s wearing. Shiny mess running down the sides of him, clearly coated in his own cum.

You’re taken aback, asking, “You came?”

“Mhm.” Pushing the waistband further down, enough until he can clumsily shuck them off altogether. “You taste too good.” He rubs his messy tip through your drenched folds. “Been wanting this so bad, sweetie.”

Your eyes watch him slip against you; at the way he taps the head against your clit. He’s still teasing. “What are you waiting for?” It comes out more whinged than you were aiming for, but it stands.

“For my desperate, little, pudding cup to ask nicely.” His grin is wicked. And despite just how drunk on you he is, he’ll still wait for you to give in first.

Blinking at him, hoping it’ll be simple. “Please?”

“Mm…” He dips inside you the slightest bit before dragging back to your clit. “I don’t know…”

Saying a little louder, “Please, I need it.”

“Tell me the truth,” he levels you with a heavy gaze, asking, “how wet were you last night?”

“I don’t know,” you sputter. “I didn’t check.”

“I’m a little disappointed—”

“—But!” You’re watching how he’s guiding his cock back to your entrance, probing against you. “I almost touched myself.”

As if in a little reward, he slips inside you the slightest bit. Beginning to stretch you open on the thick head of him. “Why didn’t you?”

You’re catching onto his game now, if you want him all the way inside you, you’re going to have to answer every question he asks. “Felt guilty.”

“I had my dick out and was touching myself in front of you, but you felt too guilty to rub your clit before bed?” He slides deeper again and it makes him choke a little.

Nodding back in reply, you’d felt bad because he’d been drinking, he wasn’t thinking straight. Though sober Satoru is never all the different when it comes to you anyways.

“Fuck– you’re so cute.” Hips rutting forwards on their own, it makes his head spin. You’re throbbing around him, tight and warm and so creamy soft, he’s biting out a hissed moan. “How close were you to getting in the shower with me?”

“Very,” you mewl, watching how he’s half sheathed inside you, aching for more, “I left because of it.”

“Got some amazing self-control, sweetie.” Gojo’s pretty sure he would’ve folded under zero pressure at all. “Let’s have you cumming all over my dick now, okay?”

Thrusting all the way inside at once, you’re reaching your high immediately. Squeezing tight around him, feeling so stuffed full in a way that’s soothing the desperation you’ve been experiencing since last night.

“There you go,” he coos. Gripping your hips and lifting your lower half from the bed. “You’re so pretty when you cum.”

You’re not entirely coherent, thoughts bogged down by the delirious desire humming inside your brain. “Satoru~”

“Don’t worry.” Thumb stroking over your skin soothingly. “Let me take care of you.”

Then he’s fucking into you like he’s been starved, whole cock pulling out just to slam back in. His eyes wild as he watches your cunt struggle to take him all, bulging around the size of him. You’re letting out a small squeak and attempting to crawl back; he doesn’t let you. Overwhelming your every sense, his pelvis slapping against you loudly.  

The heavy drags of his shaft in and out, over and over again, it’s so much. The repetitive motions leaving you stupid, and you’re trying your best to meet his thrusts, to grind against him but his firm hold on you hardly lets you. More or less getting used by him instead. Loving how he fills you to the brim, knocking against your womb and rendering you nearly breathless.

You’re somewhat realising this is what he meant by saying he’d take care of you. Railing you into the mattress, having you take it how you need, how he needs. One hand moving to your lower tummy and pressing into it, so you can feel more, feel every inch of his dick unravelling you.

He’s so big, brushing up against and hitting every spot inside that has you seeing stars. Moans pouring from you freely, not able to hold them back anymore. Neighbours be damned, it feels so good to be split open on his cock. Cunt dribbling down his shaft, making an even bigger mess of the both of you.

Gojo’s eyes roll when you clench down on him, your pussy all syrupy around him. Sucking him back in as soon as he pulls back, needy to be kept full. You’re arching your back up at him, angling yourself so he hits deeper. His heart is leaping bounds at it; you’re so far gone now. He loves it, loves when you’re so fucked and desperate that you’re just doing what your body wants.

“Hah– look at you,” he sounds proud, “been aching for this, haven’t you?”

“Uh huh,” you nod back dumbly.

Your wet eyes are glimmering, nearly crying from how good it feels. Feeling like you might start drooling over it all. Able to tell he’s getting close, his cock twitching and jerking inside you. It makes it so much better, wishing you could grind against his pelvis. It always makes you cry when he grinds deep inside you, the pleasure so overwhelming you can’t help it.

As if he can read your mind, he grinds down into you, tip kissing your cervix. “Happy?”

“Yeah– hnn– yes, oh god.” Your lashes are fluttering, walls contracting and trembling on him, so close again.

“So pretty,” he compliments, “you’re so pretty when you cry, sweetie.”

“It– hng– it feels good, ‘Toru,” lower lip wobbly, “feels so so good.”

A sharp thrust into you, panted moan leaving him. “I know, feels so fucking– hnn– good. Your sweet cunt is always so nice to me.”

He’s picking up pace again, bucking against you with a hunger you know he’s been holding back. His brows pinched tight as he moans, watching closely how he’s fucking into you. Creamy, white ring around the base of his cock, the view of it makes him groan. His own pretty, lashes fluttering as he gets closer.

Your hazy brain watches him, watches how he bites into his lower lip and gets off on stuffing you full. Your fingers dig into the mattress as you cum, whining as you come undone. Shuddering through your high, vision blurring at the corners as it rocks through you.

“There you go,” he smiles, “good job, baby.”

Slurring at him, “Want it.”

“Hmm?” He flicks his gaze to you, “What do you want?”

“Inside me,” you mumble, “your cum.”

“Oh… fuck—” Gojo feels insane, whimpering as he cums at your simple request. Dumping his load deep inside you, hips flush to you as he grinds. He couldn’t have stopped himself from finishing even if he had the mind to.

Still giving light thrusts for a while, enjoying how his seed leaks from your overstuffed pussy. Not stopping until you’re reaching for him, he caves to you your wordless ask easily. Dropping down so he can wrap himself around your body, entangling himself with you. Always happy to cuddle with you after fucking you stupid.

Rolling you both onto your sides, manoeuvring himself carefully so he can keep his dick inside you. He’s not ready to pull out yet. Stroking your back gently, smiling to himself at how you twitch when he tickles against your lower back. 

You’re slowly coming to your senses and saying, “I’m pretty sure I was supposed to tell you off today.”

He talks into the top of your head. “You still can.”

But you can feel the way he jerks inside you at the idea. “Maybe later,” you groan.

Small laughs leave him. “Hey, next time I break in, please don’t throw a water bottle at me. That thing hurt.”

“Don’t break into my home then.”

𝒂.𝒏. thank you for reading ٩>ᴗ<)و i hope you enjoyed !! this was gonna be a drabble but then i had too much fun writing it and it turned into this :3 considering doing a part two where reader is the tipsy one teehee

The intruder cries out, “Ouch! That hurt, sweetheart.”

You’re physically relaxing, able to recognise that whingey tone of voice with your eyes closed. Which they practically are, heading over to the light switch and flicking it on to see your idiot boyfriend, Gojo Satoru. He’s hopping around on one leg, holding the shin of the other one with both hands. Apparently, not very coordinated tonight though because he’s falling over into the wall.

“What are you doing?!” Exasperated by him already.

Clumsily, he points back at you. Voice accusatory, “What are you doing?” About to answer when he continues, “Throwing water bottles– that thing was heavy! You could’ve killed me.”

“I threw one water bottle—”

“—One too many!”

“And– don’t cut me off– and you’re the one breaking into my apartment in the middle of the night! I thought you were an intruder here to kill me or something.”

“I could never kill you,” he pouts. Finally getting himself back upright and limping over to you.

You watch him struggle his way over. “What are you doing here, Satoru?”

“I missed you really bad, sweetie.” His large hand caressing your cheek, it’s cold from the outside air. “Wanted to see you or I was gonna die.”

He’s being extra dramatic, clumsy… annoying. “Are you drunk?”

“No, no,” he shakes his head. “Just tipsy.”

“There is no tipsy with you.” Eyes rolling at him, he’s a huge lightweight. It doesn’t matter how much he had; he can’t handle it.

Fingers pinching your cheek. “It wasn’t my fault.” Those same fingers trail to your ear, tickling against it. “Suguru and Shoko said it’d be funnnn.”

You swat at his hand playing with your ear. “And was it fun?”

“Nooo.” Hand now taking yours and interlocking your fingers together. “I missed you the whole time.”

He’s tipping forward and you can’t tell if that’s from the alcohol or his love of your personal space. Bumping foreheads because he’s now leaned all the way in, his eyes barely staying open.

“So… you missed me so much, you broke into my apartment?”

“I didn’t break anything…” he pauses in consideration, “okay so maybe I broke some things, but I didn’t break in. You gave me a key.”

You can only sigh at him because you did give him a key, but you never expected him to use it in the middle of the night while drunk and scare you half to death.

Gojo’s lips slot over yours while you’re in thought, his hands grabbing at either side your face as he kisses you hungrily. His tongue licking at your lower lip and begging for you to let him in. The force of it and the unexpectedness leaves you dizzy, brain taking a second to catch up.

Once you do, you’re threading your hand into his hair and tugging him back by it. “Satoru—”

“—Lemme kiss you some more,” he whines. “I want you so bad, sweetheart.”

“You shouldn’t have gotten drunk then.”

“Don’t punish me.” Hands pulling you in closer to him. “Just one more kiss, one more, please.”

And his begging eyes and pathetic voice has a firm hold of your heart, caving to him too easily. “One kiss. And then I’m going back to sleep.”

“Deal.” He replies quickly.

Swiftly kissing you again after that, lips desperately moving against yours. His tongue filling your mouth and licking against you. Moans are tumbling from him as he immensely enjoys getting what he wanted. Hands deftly and boldly exploring you, groping at your hips before rounding to your ass and coping a feel.

You gasp against him and pull back, lips connected by a string of spit that snaps when you talk. “That’s enough.”

“No, it’s not.” He lowers himself to nuzzle against your neck and shoulder. “I want more.” Kissing along your collar bone, taking advantage of his position.

Ignoring the shiver that runs through you to retort, “Then you’ll have to wait until you’re sober.”

“That’s not fair.” He sulks.

“I think it’s plenty fair, considering you broke into my home and scared me half to death.”

“I did that with love.”

“And I’m doing this with love too.”

Huffing against you. “No, you’re doing this with evil in your heart.”

“Keep complaining and I won’t let you sleep here tonight.”

He nibbles on your collar bone at your threat but relents. “Fine.”

You pat his head lovingly and joke, “Good boy.”

“Don’t talk like that, baby.” He groans, “I’ll get hard.”

Comment going untouched, you reply, “Go have a shower, I’m going back to bed.”

“You just want me naked.”

“No, I don’t want your gross clothes in my bed.” Poking his chest. “Shower.”

“I’ll put on your pyjamas then.” He takes your hand in his and walks off towards your bedroom. “Maybe the ones that are all sheer and revealing… I like those ones.”

Satoru’s still unsteady on his feet, almost falling over again. His hand reaches up and steadies himself on the wall. The hold he has on your hand pulls you towards him, your side knocking into his. You’re stretching your own hand out to also help steady him, his coordination is severely stunted. You can’t quite tell if he’s playing it up or not though, lazy smile spread across his lips.

His eyes flick to yours. “I don’t think I can shower alone, sweetie.”

So, he’s definitely playing it up. “I think you’ll be fine.”

“What if I slip and hit my head?”

Sighing at him and his manipulation. You’re apparently a sucker though because you’re saying, “Okay fine, I’ll watch you shower but I’m not getting in.” You’ve already showered tonight.

“…Pervert.”

“Shut up.”

He declares a little louder now, “Lead me to the shower, my little pudding cup.”

The nickname makes you smile, a little silly but completely endearing to you. “You know the way.”

“I need your help.” Hanging off you. “I’m hopeless without you.”

“Stupid.”

“Stupid in love.” He clarifies, “with you.”

You can feel your cheeks heat up. “Just start walking.”

The pair of you shuffle to your bathroom where you leave him for just a moment. Needing to dip into your bedroom to grab some spare clothes. You’d cleared out a drawer for him not that long ago. Mostly because he’d whined that he didn’t have one, a complaint he’d made while rooting through your underwear drawer.

When you walk back into the bathroom, Satoru’s behaving like you were gone forever when it was barely a minute. “There you are!” Tone sulky. “You can’t leave me alone like that, I missed you.”

“I was getting you some clothes to change into.” Placing said clothes down on the countertop.

“I don’t need those.” Squinting at the shirt and sweats like they’ve offended him. “I’ll just sleep naked, tucked in against you.”

Despite him being a little annoying, you’re cheerily saying, “You’ll be wearing the clothes, Satoru.”

“No fun…” he grumbles, “You’re no fun.”

Passing by him, you lean into the shower and turn it on. Letting the hot water heat up, watching it swirl down the drain while you wait for it. As soon as there’s a slight warmth to it, you say to Satoru, “Start getting undressed.”

Without missing a beat. “I need help.”

You have a few options here, and arguing with him feels like it would take too long. “Arms up.” Your hand making an upward motion with your words.

He does it immediately, completely pleased with himself. Your fingers tickle against his sides as you slide his shirt upwards, he shudders at your touch. Biting into his lip as he watches you closely. Then he tips down, aiding you in undressing his top half. Aware that he’s a bit too tall to just expect you to effortlessly take it off.

Once it’s off his body, you throw it into the hamper and turn around to check on the water. Steam rising at the heat. As you’re leaning in to turn on the cold water, Gojo is grabbing your hips and pressing himself to you.

“You sure you don’t want to join me?”

“I’m sure.”

Huffing at that but pulling back so you can finish adjusting the temperature. He’s cute, and incredibly tempting. He can’t keep clinging to you because otherwise you’ll cave to him. His flirtation always gets to you and tonight he’s laying it on extra thick.

When you spin back to him, he’s waiting patiently for your attention. Grinning big at you. “Need your help with my pants, baby.”

Of course he does. You do your best not to react about it, knowing that’s exactly what he wants from you. Wordlessly reaching for him, lithe fingers slipping the button free. Then, your brain tells you to look up at him through your lashes. Dragging the zipper down slowly while holding eye contact.

Satoru can barely contain himself, expression melting for you, his dick twitching in his pants. “So cruel…” Taking your head in his hands so he can press hot kisses to your lips.

You shut him down, retreating backwards. Smile tugging at your mouth and gripping his pants to shuck them sharply half-way down his thighs. “Just take your pants off properly and get in the shower, Satoru.”

His tongue clicks at you in his disappointment, grumbling to himself about how cruel you are while removing his pants on his own. Boxer briefs last to come off, seemingly pleased with himself and his dick. Fully erect from all his flirting and few kisses, having worked himself up to the point of aching arousal.

Shaking your head at him. “You truly are a hopeless case.”

“I’m your hopeless case.” Talking as he walks behind the glass of your shower.

You snicker and hoist yourself up onto the countertop across from the shower. Watching him stand under the water. “Be that as it may, you’re in for it in the morning, Satoru.”

Gojo’s using his hands to push his hair out of his face, giving you a small moment to let your eyes rake over his body. Enjoying the view of him on full display, his cock bobbing under its own weight. His head tips back and the water trails down his chin, his chest… lower.

Now you’re the one working yourself up, quickly looking away when his head is back upright. A knowing smirk playing on his lips. “I look forward to seeing what that entails, sweetheart.”

“It will entail a long lecture on why you shouldn’t break into my home so late at night.”

“I’ll listen to you talk about anything you want.” He’s pouring your nice body wash onto the extra loofah you keep here for him.

“Hey! Use the other stuff,” pointing at him hastily, “the guy stuff you use.”

“Get in here and make me.” Sticking his tongue out at you, already beginning to scrub his body.

You’re whinging a little, “I bought that stuff specifically for you.”

“I know and you’re so sweet, baby.” His broad chest is covered in soap suds and you’re fighting the urge to get in with him. “But I wanna smell like you.”

And he was calling you a pervert earlier? “Whatever.” Pointedly paying no mind to how your tummy flips at what he’s said.

Choosing to drag your eyes away from his tempting form and looking down to the tiles, finding interest in the mundane instead of your very hot, still slightly tipsy boyfriend. You could probably afford to scrub the grout in here, maybe during your next cleaning spree you’ll do that.

The sound of a soft moan has your head flipping up quickly. His hand is gripping his cock, coated in your body wash. Hand gently stroking his length, his eyes watching you closely. You can’t believe his audacity, touching himself in front of you.

“Are you serious?”

“Couldn’t help it.” He huffs, “Everything smells like you, and you’re right there and I can’t touch you.”

Gojo tried so hard to focus on the shower, he swears. But the signature scent of your body wash he loves so much and your pretty form sat in front of him is so distracting. Especially since you’re doing your best to ignore how naked he is and how much he wants you… it turned him on too much and he was already horny!

You’re looking away from him and he’s whining, “Noo, please watch.” His hand slows down, waiting for you to look again. “Feels better when– hff– when you look at me.”

“I’m not encouraging your behaviour.”

“Really?” Breaths coming faster. “I feel plenty encouraged though?”

“Satoru,” you say it far too softly to be any kind of scolding.

“Fuck– mmh.” He’s shuddering at the sound of your voice, eventually huffing out a reply, “Yes, sweetie?”

Glimpsing back at him is a poor choice, pausing to stare as your face heats up in embarrassment and arousal. Gojo doesn’t feel a lick of embarrassment though, hand speeding back up now that you’re watching him. His panted moans echoing off the tiled walls in the bathroom. His thumb swiping over the tip of his leaking cock, his thighs twitching with how sensitive he is.

It’s agony, watching him touch himself. Skin all flushed a pretty pink, the veins in his shaft pulsing. Your mouth practically watering at the sight of it all, pussy throbbing hot in your panties. You can’t stay here, you’re barely holding onto your sanity.

Jumping off the counter and calling back as you walk out the room, “You can finish by yourself.” Not meaning for the double entendre but still able to appreciate it.

“Don’t be like that.” His voice fades out as you close the door.

You’re scuttling back to your bedroom and tucking yourself under the covers as soon as you leave Satoru. Heart hammering in your chest, your hand trailing down your body to press against your core. The pressure offering such little relief, feeling more like you’re teasing yourself.

There’s a fleeting moment where you consider touching yourself, but you hold back. Choosing to ignore it instead and rolling onto your side, pretending to fall asleep in the hopes that you will. It takes considerable will power to keep yourself from rubbing your thighs together. And he’d called you evil? He’s the evil one.

You’re still awake when Gojo enters the room, carrying the distinct smell of your body wash along with him. He’s crawling into your bed and tucking himself in right behind you, his body pressed to you as he makes himself comfortable.

The hand he has on your hip feels heavier than usual, such an innocuous touch working you up. His legs tangle with yours as he properly snuggles into you. Words low as he says, “I know you’re still awake.”

“You don’t know anything.”

“Ouch.” He snickers.

“You’re so annoying.”

“I know that.”

“And you’re a pervert,” you say while glaring at the wall.

Satoru nearly moans. “Keep going.”

“Oh my god.” Turning around as best you can, it helps that he loosens his hold on you to let you spin. “You’re seriously getting off on being called an annoying pervert?”

“I’ll get off on anything as long as you’re involved.” Shameless grin spread across his face.

Your eyes roll at him, you can’t believe you love him. “Just go to bed.”

“But I’m sober now.”

“Nice try.”

He sighs, disappointed that didn’t work before leaning down. Kissing you all hot and heavy, his lips lingering over yours as he huffs, “I’m gonna fuck you stupid in the morning.”

You cover up the mewl you want to let out with a light laugh. “That’s if you’re not hungover.”

It takes considerable effort on both your parts, but you do eventually get to sleep. After the weight of your arousal finally started lifting, you were able to enjoy sleeping in Satoru’s arms. It feels nice to have him here beside you at night, makes you feel safe. Even though the only person who’s breaking into your home is him.

The sleep you got was pleasant but almost as soon as you’re squinting awake, Gojo’s peaking over to look at you. Barely roused from your slumber and he’s all in your business, your hand reaches up and pushes back at his face.

“What are you doing.” Speech coming a bit slurred.

He talks from behind your hand, not moving himself back much at all. “I was checking to see if you’re awake.”

“Barely.”

Satoru’s grabbing your wrist, moving your palm to his lips so he can press kisses to it. “Good morning.”

You make a noncommittal sound back, still sleepy. “Go back to sleep.”

“Can’t.” dragging your hand downwards, resting it over his erection.

For a moment, you don’t even register exactly what it is you’re touching. Not until your fingers wrap around him and he twitches. You’re waking up a little more at that, eyes lowering to where you’re gripping him.

When you look back up to him, he smiles. “I’m sober now.”

“Still an annoying pervert though.”

“That wasn’t because of the alcohol.”

He’s dropping over you, lips immediately seeking yours out. Tongue sliding into your mouth, kiss deep and imploring. Completely greedy with you, desperately sucking on you. Big hands greedy too. Groping at you and squishing the fat of your thigh. Sliding up higher to grab at your hips, sides, tits. Anywhere he can touch, he’s touching.

Kissing you until you’re moaning into his mouth and then he’s happy, pulling back and resting on his knees between your legs. Your legs that he’s spread open so he can fit between them. Stroking up and down your inner thighs, enjoying how you jump slightly at his touch.

“Always so sensitive,” he hums. “Bet it was real hard for you last night.” His fingers sneak through the leg of your shorts, tickling against your panty line. Almost pulling them up enough to slip under before moving back. “You were probably all horny, soaking your panties and you still went to bed without touching me.”

He’s frustrating you and he’s doing it on purpose. Frowning at him as you reply, “So, you’re gonna torture me for not taking advantage of you?”

“Do me a favour next time, sweetie,” eye on yours intense, “and just take advantage of me.”

“But—”

Words forgotten as he finally slips under your panties and slides his digit inside your tight heat. Using his free hand to hook into the gusset of your shorts and underwear, pulling them to the side. Giving himself a full view of your pussy swallowing down his finger. He’s biting into his lower lip at the view, his dick jerking in his pants as he slowly withdraws just to fuck back inside.

Your slick is coating his digit lewdly, his heart’s hammering in his chest at finally getting to touch you. Last night a memory of torturous arousal for him, the sight of you all twitchy and horny for him and saying no because he’d had a few drinks. You’re too cute, so sweet and respectful.

“You heard me, right?” His finger crooks up, stroking against your walls deliciously. “Next time just do whatever you want to me.” He feels your walls flutter and he grins about it.

“Next– hff– next time—” Your brows are drawn up in pleasure; it makes it hard to frown at him with any impact. “Don’t show up drunk.”

“I was tipsy,” he corrects, like it matters, “and be honest, you thought I was cute.”

You shake your head at him, too preoccupied with how his finger pulls back and fucks in another alongside it. Walls shuddering around him as he keeps his pace consistent, so close to cumming already. Pussy a wet mess of your slick, dripping into his palm.

“You thought I was cute, all clingy and missing you.”

“You’re always– hng– always like that.”

“I guess that just means you always find me cute then,” his tone lilted at you. “I always find you cute too, sweetheart.”

Your hand slaps at him, warning, “Wait– mmh– I’m gonna cum.”

“Yeah, you are.” His eyes are bright, intently watching your cunt shiver around his fingers.

He doesn’t stop, continuing to stroke you until you’re cumming all over his digits. Coating him obscenely in your creamy slick. Something he delights in completely, letting you ride out your high somewhat impatiently. Wanting to slip his fingers from your gooey hole so he can see how you left them dripping.

Getting what he wants when you whine in slight overstimulation, pulling his hand back to get an eyeful of his messy fingers. Sucking them into his mouth to lick them clean, trapping his tongue between the two of them just to tease you.

While you’re lost in the haze of your orgasm and the lewd site of Satoru sucking your cum off his fingers, you don’t realise he’s grabbed your shorts with his free hand. Not until the cool breeze in the room hits your hot core, making you jump. He’s dexterous and sneaky, digits finally leaving his mouth just to make it easier on himself to undress you fully.

You’re pliant and willing, arms lifting so he can pull your top off. As soon you’re naked, he’s groping at you again. Touching all over your body until he’s grabbing your thighs. Hands smoothing over the tops of them, thumbs sliding to your pussy. Pulling on your lips to reveal your slick coated cunt to him, your hole convulsing around nothing.

He pouts at you. “Cute.”

Not appreciating how unhurried he is, wiggling in his grasp. “Don’t just stare at me.”

“You’re right.”

Then he’s dropping to his stomach between your legs, mouth latching onto your cunt before you have a chance to think. Your palm is slapping over your mouth to cover up the whine you want to let out, somehow conscious of the fact that you have neighbours. A fact that doesn’t concern Gojo in the slightest, his hand reaching up to pull on your arm, tugging it away.

Interlocking his fingers with yours while he makes out with your pussy, tongue sliding into your entrance. You’re easing your free grip into his hair, trying to hold him still but failing. It feels so good, still all sensitive. You’re losing your mind, hips bucking against his face.

Satoru loves it, encouraging you to grind against his face. Slurping loud at you, tongue pulling out to slide up to your clit. Lips wrapping around it to suck, flicking at it quickly with his tongue. Building up your second orgasm embarrassingly quick, just to slide back down to your hole. Thrusting inside you and licking against all the spots he knows like the back of his hand.

You’re panting for him, being kept on the edge so delectably. An edge you really want him to push you off of, trying to support him with the hand you have in his hair. But you can feel the way he smiles against you, letting you know it’s entirely purposeful.

Tugging at him a little harshly. “Satoru– hah– I wanna cum.”

His eyes meet yours, hardly pulling back to grin at you. “I know.”

It’s all you get, a simple acknowledgement of your desires and then more torturous pleasure. You’re not going to beg him, not when—in the back of your mind—you’re pretty sure you were meant to be scolding him.

Gojo’s sighing happily, burying his face further into your cunt. “Mmph– I love this.” His hand squeezing yours in a show of affection. “Really wanted to kiss your sweet pussy last night but my baby is so mean to me.”

“You’re the– hnn– the mean one.” Your grip lightens on his hand as you shiver and he grips you tighter, squeezing until you correct your grip again.

“This is punishment,” he pulls back to kiss your clit, “and a nice one at that.”

Puffing at him, “I told you that—”

“—Yeah, I know, but I’d love to be taken advantage of by you, sweetheart.”

He’s done talking now, mouth preoccupied again and lapping at your slick. Audibly drinking down everything he can from you. Satoru’s not nearly as composed as he pretends to be. Grinding his lower half into the bed while he licks you, getting off on the taste of you in his mouth. 

Quickly reaching down to tug his pants lower, just enough to free his cock. Rubbing it into your sheets as he lets your walls quiver around his tongue. You’re so soft and unbelievably warm, he feels like he’s melting into the mattress. Tip of his dick leaking pre into your pretty bed linens, another thing you’ll scold him for when you’re not drunk on pleasure.

Something that will make him hard all over again, the crease between your eyebrows when you try to be mad far too enticing for him to properly pay attention sometimes. He chooses to keep that to himself though; he doesn’t want you to stop chastising him.

His cock is sliding against the material of your sheets smoother now, the way he’s been drooling precum making him all slick. It’s got him moaning into your pussy—not that you notice—considering he’s probably been doing that the whole time.

Your hand is holding onto him so tightly, getting close to finishing and worrying he won’t let you. Stifling down your desperate whines as best you can to try and trick him into thinking otherwise. It makes his chest feel warm, you’re so cute. He’s so far gone, too horny to keep depriving you any further.

Finally letting you cum, whimpering against you as fresh slick floods his senses. Gulping down everything he can as he keeps fucking you with his tongue. It’s overwhelming for him, his head all foggy and completely pussy drunk. Hips still grinding into the sheets, not stopping even though he’s pretty sure he’s just cum all over them.

You’re going limp, head empty as your body buzzes in the bliss you finally got. Squirming every now and again because Satoru is still licking and sucking at your pussy. He’s greedy, and mean, forcing you to wait to cum and then overstimulating you because he doesn’t want to part from your sticky cunt.

“Too much, ‘Toru,” your words are mumbled lazily.

“Sorry, baby.” Finally, albeit reluctantly, moving away from your sweet pussy. His lips now trailing up your body, kissing you all over until he takes your lips with his. It’s a hot and demanding kiss, his tongue tasting of you.

He’s leaning away so he can pull his shirt off and you’re seeing how his cock is slipped out of the pants he’s wearing. Shiny mess running down the sides of him, clearly coated in his own cum.

You’re taken aback, asking, “You came?”

“Mhm.” Pushing the waistband further down, enough until he can clumsily shuck them off altogether. “You taste too good.” He rubs his messy tip through your drenched folds. “Been wanting this so bad, sweetie.”

Your eyes watch him slip against you; at the way he taps the head against your clit. He’s still teasing. “What are you waiting for?” It comes out more whinged than you were aiming for, but it stands.

“For my desperate, little, pudding cup to ask nicely.” His grin is wicked. And despite just how drunk on you he is, he’ll still wait for you to give in first.

Blinking at him, hoping it’ll be simple. “Please?”

“Mm…” He dips inside you the slightest bit before dragging back to your clit. “I don’t know…”

Saying a little louder, “Please, I need it.”

“Tell me the truth,” he levels you with a heavy gaze, asking, “how wet were you last night?”

“I don’t know,” you sputter. “I didn’t check.”

“I’m a little disappointed—”

“—But!” You’re watching how he’s guiding his cock back to your entrance, probing against you. “I almost touched myself.”

As if in a little reward, he slips inside you the slightest bit. Beginning to stretch you open on the thick head of him. “Why didn’t you?”

You’re catching onto his game now, if you want him all the way inside you, you’re going to have to answer every question he asks. “Felt guilty.”

“I had my dick out and was touching myself in front of you, but you felt too guilty to rub your clit before bed?” He slides deeper again and it makes him choke a little.

Nodding back in reply, you’d felt bad because he’d been drinking, he wasn’t thinking straight. Though sober Satoru is never all the different when it comes to you anyways.

“Fuck– you’re so cute.” Hips rutting forwards on their own, it makes his head spin. You’re throbbing around him, tight and warm and so creamy soft, he’s biting out a hissed moan. “How close were you to getting in the shower with me?”

“Very,” you mewl, watching how he’s half sheathed inside you, aching for more, “I left because of it.”

“Got some amazing self-control, sweetie.” Gojo’s pretty sure he would’ve folded under zero pressure at all. “Let’s have you cumming all over my dick now, okay?”

Thrusting all the way inside at once, you’re reaching your high immediately. Squeezing tight around him, feeling so stuffed full in a way that’s soothing the desperation you’ve been experiencing since last night.

“There you go,” he coos. Gripping your hips and lifting your lower half from the bed. “You’re so pretty when you cum.”

You’re not entirely coherent, thoughts bogged down by the delirious desire humming inside your brain. “Satoru~”

“Don’t worry.” Thumb stroking over your skin soothingly. “Let me take care of you.”

Then he’s fucking into you like he’s been starved, whole cock pulling out just to slam back in. His eyes wild as he watches your cunt struggle to take him all, bulging around the size of him. You’re letting out a small squeak and attempting to crawl back; he doesn’t let you. Overwhelming your every sense, his pelvis slapping against you loudly.  

The heavy drags of his shaft in and out, over and over again, it’s so much. The repetitive motions leaving you stupid, and you’re trying your best to meet his thrusts, to grind against him but his firm hold on you hardly lets you. More or less getting used by him instead. Loving how he fills you to the brim, knocking against your womb and rendering you nearly breathless.

You’re somewhat realising this is what he meant by saying he’d take care of you. Railing you into the mattress, having you take it how you need, how he needs. One hand moving to your lower tummy and pressing into it, so you can feel more, feel every inch of his dick unravelling you.

He’s so big, brushing up against and hitting every spot inside that has you seeing stars. Moans pouring from you freely, not able to hold them back anymore. Neighbours be damned, it feels so good to be split open on his cock. Cunt dribbling down his shaft, making an even bigger mess of the both of you.

Gojo’s eyes roll when you clench down on him, your pussy all syrupy around him. Sucking him back in as soon as he pulls back, needy to be kept full. You’re arching your back up at him, angling yourself so he hits deeper. His heart is leaping bounds at it; you’re so far gone now. He loves it, loves when you’re so fucked and desperate that you’re just doing what your body wants.

“Hah– look at you,” he sounds proud, “been aching for this, haven’t you?”

“Uh huh,” you nod back dumbly.

Your wet eyes are glimmering, nearly crying from how good it feels. Feeling like you might start drooling over it all. Able to tell he’s getting close, his cock twitching and jerking inside you. It makes it so much better, wishing you could grind against his pelvis. It always makes you cry when he grinds deep inside you, the pleasure so overwhelming you can’t help it.

As if he can read your mind, he grinds down into you, tip kissing your cervix. “Happy?”

“Yeah– hnn– yes, oh god.” Your lashes are fluttering, walls contracting and trembling on him, so close again.

“So pretty,” he compliments, “you’re so pretty when you cry, sweetie.”

“It– hng– it feels good, ‘Toru,” lower lip wobbly, “feels so so good.”

A sharp thrust into you, panted moan leaving him. “I know, feels so fucking– hnn– good. Your sweet cunt is always so nice to me.”

He’s picking up pace again, bucking against you with a hunger you know he’s been holding back. His brows pinched tight as he moans, watching closely how he’s fucking into you. Creamy, white ring around the base of his cock, the view of it makes him groan. His own pretty, lashes fluttering as he gets closer.

Your hazy brain watches him, watches how he bites into his lower lip and gets off on stuffing you full. Your fingers dig into the mattress as you cum, whining as you come undone. Shuddering through your high, vision blurring at the corners as it rocks through you.

“There you go,” he smiles, “good job, baby.”

Slurring at him, “Want it.”

“Hmm?” He flicks his gaze to you, “What do you want?”

“Inside me,” you mumble, “your cum.”

“Oh… fuck—” Gojo feels insane, whimpering as he cums at your simple request. Dumping his load deep inside you, hips flush to you as he grinds. He couldn’t have stopped himself from finishing even if he had the mind to.

Still giving light thrusts for a while, enjoying how his seed leaks from your overstuffed pussy. Not stopping until you’re reaching for him, he caves to you your wordless ask easily. Dropping down so he can wrap himself around your body, entangling himself with you. Always happy to cuddle with you after fucking you stupid.

Rolling you both onto your sides, manoeuvring himself carefully so he can keep his dick inside you. He’s not ready to pull out yet. Stroking your back gently, smiling to himself at how you twitch when he tickles against your lower back. 

You’re slowly coming to your senses and saying, “I’m pretty sure I was supposed to tell you off today.”

He talks into the top of your head. “You still can.”

But you can feel the way he jerks inside you at the idea. “Maybe later,” you groan.

Small laughs leave him. “Hey, next time I break in, please don’t throw a water bottle at me. That thing hurt.”

“Don’t break into my home then.”

𝒂.𝒏. thank you for reading ٩>ᴗ<)و i hope you enjoyed !! this was gonna be a drabble but then i had too much fun writing it and it turned into this :3 considering doing a part two where reader is the tipsy one teehee

You're walking around the street alone, dress and hair sticking to your body from the rain, heels nowhere to be found, and mascara running down your puffy cheeks. 

You were supposed to meet up at your boyfriend's place for your anniversary dinner. You spent hours on your look. From the products you put in your hair, to the dress that accentuates your gorgeous figure, all the way down to the heels you bought for this occasion. You guys were planning on going to a well known restaurant downtown—well more like you were planning it. Your boyfriend kind of let you take the reins on the whole thing. You made the reservation months in advance and made sure to tell him everyday to cancel any work plans he had that day. So, it is a shocker to you when you walk up to his place, open the door with the spare key he gave you, and see some bitch bouncing on your boyfriend's dick like she has all the time in the world. 

You stand there in shock, but it seems like they haven't noticed you from the loud moaning and slapping of skin. So, you decide to do what any normal person would do—scream and start smashing his shit. 

You first grab the nearest vase and throw it straight at the wall near their heads grabbing their attention. "The fuck?" screams the chick who's name you don't even care to know. You then take off your heels and chuck each at both of them.

"You asshole! How could you do this to me? After everything we've been through, you fuck it up for some whore?" Your eyes are stinging with tears but you don't dare let them fall. You grab another vase that coincidently contains flowers that you bought him on a whim one day. 

"No baby i'm sorry please, it was an accident! She doesn't mean anything I swear!" He has his arms out trying to calm you down. But you are way past calm right now. Not after you've been calm about everything else during this relationship.

The woman stands up and smacks him, "Oh I don't mean anything? That's funny since you were pumping my pussy full of cum for months!" Then everything inside you freezes.

"Months?" You shakily ask. 

The woman slowly walks up to you with her hands out, "He's been seeing me for around five months. He never mentioned that he was in a relationship. I promise I would have never gotten with him if he was." 

Your blood had run cold, the both of you have been together for about a year. You were going to celebrate that year tonight. A year where you thought you finally met the love of your life, your soulmate, the person you called home. The image shattered completely in the past five minutes. 

Slowly, you put the vase down, your eyes move to look at their faces one final time, you turn on your bare heels, and walk out the door with the little bit of dignity you have left. 

・❥・

Now back to the present, you are aimlessly walking the dark street. Heartbroken and really fucking hungry, you notice a shop's light on. You trudge your way over to the warm lighting and walk in. With the bell announcing your presence, you take in the atmosphere—soft lights, glass display counter with various pastries that look absolutely delectable, small tables surrounding you, and a little cash register. As you are looking around, you don't notice the two tall shadows looming over you until a large hand is on your shoulder. 

"Excuse me miss?" A deep voice rumbled behind you. Startled, you quickly turn around and are met with two tall, handsome men. One with blonde hair, hazel eyes, sharp jawline, and a stern look with a bit of softness in his eyes. The other has dark brown hair, gloomy eyes, and a slightly aquiline nose. Both are beautiful and you start to feel a bit self conscious of your appearance. 

"Oh! Hello, I'm sorry for coming in so late, this place was the only one I saw that still had their lights on." You say as your eyes meet the blonde haired man. 

"It's alright, but we are closed, we were just cleaning up." The blonde man gestures towards the clock, it reading half past nine. 

You politely apologise again and turn to leave but the other man stops you with a hand on your shoulder, "Are you alright? You're soaked and barefoot." He points out. 

You don't know why but the way these two men are looking at you have you tearing up again. They look at each other once, a silent conversation occurring between them and they immediately start moving. One of them moves you to sit on a chair while the other grabs a towel from the kitchen in the back. 

"Are you hungry sweetheart?" The brunette one questions. 

"No, I'm alright thank you." You lie. But, right after you say this, your stomach growls in the silence of the bakery. He softly smiles and rises from his chair. 

"What would you like to eat? We have an assortment of pastries to pick from." He motions his head over to the display case of pastries. 

Your eyes are immediately drawn to the single slice of strawberry shortcake in the case. He notices how your eyes shine bright when you eye the cake. "That's our most popular one, would you like a slice? It's free of charge." He asks you but is already donning gloves to plate it for you. 

Once he sets down the cake with a plastic fork, you immediately start digging in. The taste was phenomenal—from the decadent taste of the strawberries, the sponge of the cake, and the way the whipped cream melts on your tongue, you feel like you've tasted a piece of heaven. Not to mention it was served by a very attractive man. 

While you are eating, the blonde man comes out with a soft towel and drapes it over your shoulder. You then look up from your plate to see them both looking fondly upon you. Placing your fork down on your plate you thank them both for the delicious cake and ask them for their names. 

"Nanami Kento." The blonde responds.

"Higuruma Hiromi." answers the brunette. 

"Thank you, to the both of you." You smile, but it doesn't reach your eyes. They scoot a little closer to you, one on either side of you. 

Nanami places a gentle hand on your shoulder, caressing it gently, "What happened darling?" 

"Its a long story but overall, my boyfriend of a year cheated on me the day of our anniversary." You choke out, trying not to cry in front of these attractive bakers. 

"Forgive me for saying this sweetheart but he's a fucking idiot." Higuruma scoffs, absolutely appalled at the fact that someone could hurt someone as beautiful as you. That someone could make tears run down those gorgeous cheeks. 

You laugh at that statement which puts a smile on his face. "I should have seen this coming, I mean you should have seen the girl he was with. She had the body of a model—perfect skin, hair, face. I could never compete." They make eye contact with each other with a frown, then a slow smirk makes way to their faces. 

"How would you like to come over to our place? I really don't recommend that you are by yourself during a time like this." Nanami suggests, Higuruma nodding along. 

You wave your hands in front of you trying to decline their offer, "Oh I really couldn't impose on you both. This is something I have to deal with by myself." 

"We insist, please consider our offer." Higuruma interjects. 

Your mind is all over the place at the moment. You catch your boyfriend cheating on you, then you end up in a bakery with two handsome bakers that want to take you home with them. 

"You know what? Fuck it let's go." 

・❥・

Nanami picks you up as if you weighed nothing and carries you to their car because of your lack of shoes. Once he places you in the back seat, cushioned leather seats providing you a sense of comfort, Higuruma sits in the passenger seat and Nanami starts the car. The car roars to life as you all head to their place. 

Once you arrive, you notice how nice their complex looks. Tall building with sleek glass windows reflecting everything in view. Before you could open the car door, Higuruma already beat you to it—opening the door and immediately picking you up without breaking a sweat so you don't have to touch the ground with your bare feet. 

He carries you with Nanami trailing behind him to the elevator, clicks a floor number and you all stand there as the elevator slowly rises. It is silent until you start giggling, finding this entire ordeal hilarious. The men look at you a bit confused until they chuckle to themselves as well—deep voices rumbling off the walls and Higuruma's chest sending calming vibrations throughout your body. 

The elevator door dings as you all reach their floor. You make it inside the apartment and it's a very cozy atmosphere. Dim lighting all around, small kitchen enough for two people, a living room with some soft throw blankets, and a little coffee table with some magazines. 

Higuruma finally places you down on the hardwood floor and they both watch you walk further in, admiring the slight gleam in your eyes as you take in the place. Nanami speaks up, "Would you like to take a shower?" He offers and your eyes immediately perk up. This whole situation had your mind so scrambled that you didn't even realize that you looked a mess. 

"Yes please." You respond thankful, walking with him to the bathroom. He hands you a towel, toothbrush, and spare pajamas that definitely belong to one of them. You close the door to the bathroom and actually take a good look at yourself in the mirror over the sink. Your face streaked with mascara and eyeliner, eyes puffy, hair damp, and dress slowly drying up. You look like a mess and everything comes back to the forefront of your brain. The way the woman was on top of him, the shock in his face for being caught, the shattered vase, all of it comes back. Your eyes begin watering again and you start to sniffle, then sob, finally allowing yourself to break. 

Removing your clothes, you step in the shower to hopefully wash off this whole night. You scrub your face hard enough to wash off every remnant of your tears, wash the rain water out of your hair, and scrub the rest of your body. 

Stepping out of the shower, you change into the clothes they lended you. Large tshirt over the clean boxers that hug your thighs and ass beautifully. Brushing your teeth— you take a look into the mirror again at your much cleaner state. You walk out of the bathroom and you hear movement coming from another room. Following the sounds of footsteps and rustling, you reach a bedroom. Peeking inside you see both men folding blankets and fluffing pillows. They notice you at the door and with gentle smiles, gesture for you to come in. 

"You can stay here as long as you would like." Nanami said. "We will take the couches."

You don't know why you said the next words that came out of your mouth but something about the way they have looked at you, made a warmth bloom in your chest, so you told them, "If it's not too much trouble, you could both say here with me? The bed is big enough for all three of us." 

They stare at you for a beat before nodding and you all get comfortable on the king size bed. Nanami lying on your left and Higuruma your right, and you—surrounded by the warmth of two men who came to your rescue, you all drift off to sleep. 

・❥・

The sun is shining through the blinds when you wake up alone in bed. The warmth of the two bakers gone. You look around for any sign of them until your eyes stumble across a note on the nightstand:

We left for the bakery, you may help yourself to anything in our home. Stop by around closing to try our new poundcake recipe.

Nanami: xxx-xxx-xxxx 

Higuruma: xxx-xxx-xxxx

Text or call us if you need anything. 

You smile at the note and grab your phone to put both of their numbers in. Not wanting to go to the solitude of your apartment, you decide to lounge around the apartment for the day, preparing small meals for yourself—not really feeling like eating but have to for the sake of your health. 

Once you check the clock, you see that it is almost closing at the bakery. You don't want to show up wearing pajamas so you call for a ride to your house to freshen up. Once you've changed you make your way to the bakery. Walking through the door, you don't see anyone around so you call out to them. There was no answer but you hear the clash of some type of pot or pan and you immediately head towards the back area. 

As you get closer to the kitchen, you hear groans along with small smacking noises. When you finally reach the noise, what you see makes your jaw drop for the second time in 24 hours. There in the kitchen is Nanami and Higuruma deeply making out with one another. Higuruma leaning against a metal table in the center of the kitchen while Nanami is roughly gripping his hips. 

You're standing there for a good two minutes watching them shove their tongues down each other's throats before Higuruma notices your presence. He pulls away from Nanami and that makes him turn to you as well. 

"Hello sweetheart, are you enjoying the show?" Higuruma chuckles.

"I-I didn't mean to stare, I just heard a loud bang and-" 

"It's alright darling," Nanami interrupts, "You can join if you'd like."

"But you told me to come over to try a new poundcake reci-" You cut yourself off, finally connecting the dots.

"Ah~ you finally understood the message," Higuruma says while slowly walking up to you, circling you like a shark—Nanami doing the same. 

On any other day, a situation like this would make you feel scared and disgusted, but right now, you just feel a heat pooling down in your core. A heat that only they could fix. 

"Tell us you don't want this sweetheart, and we'll stop." Nanami whispers in your ear. 

Your face feels like it's on fire from their intense stares. Both of them come closer to you, invading your space and filling your senses with their scent. Higuruma plants a soft kiss on your neck which makes you moan softly. Nanami follows suit with a sweet kiss on the other side of your neck. "Please, don't stop." 

You are then grabbed by the waist and pulled against Higuruma's chest, his hands roaming your plump body. Namami's hands find purchase on your chest, lightly squeezing and grazing your nipples through the fabric of your shirt. Higuruma's hands slide down to your soft hips and he rubs small circles in an almost comforting gesture. 

"May I take this off?" Nanami tugs at the hem of your top. You nod, but that's not enough for him, "Use your words darling." He watches your eyes intensely as you open your mouth to speak, "Yes, please." He smiles and slowly lifts the garment over your head, exposing your torso to the slight chill in the air. He moves a hand to the back of your bra, unclipping it slowly to give you time if you want to back out. Once he removes it, he lightly grazes your pebbling nipples with the pads of his thumbs. 

"Gorgeous," He murmurs seemingly to himself, "So perfect."

He leans down to kiss the valley of your breasts while Higuruma watches. You move your hand to the nape of his neck, breathing heavy at the softness of his lips touching your skin. Higuruma's hands drift lower to take off your skirt and graze his fingertips over your cute panties. 

Your breath hitches when he pulls them to the side and pulls apart your drenched folds with his index and middle finger, exposing your cunt to the air. "Your drenched baby—did watching us make out turn you on that much?" He chuckles in your ear, the rumbling from his chest making your body burn with need. 

He takes his fingers and starts to slowly rub small circles on your clit, drawing soft moans from your throat. Nanami catches your moans in a long kiss, his tongue grazing your bottom lip to grant him access and you open your mouth wider to let him in. The kiss is sloppy, wet, still trying to catch up with his rhythm. You moans grow louder as Higuruma sticks a finger inside your warm hole, groaning at the feeling of your pussy squeezing him tight. He whispers in your ear, "Relax sweetheart, let us take care of you." 

Nanami releases your lips from that bruising kiss, leaving you in a daze. He holds your face in his large hands, thumbs slightly brushing your cheeks, "What would you like us to do sweet girl? This is for you." You look into his eyes that are boring into yours and you whisper, "I need your mouth, here." You gesture towards your pussy that is currently being filled by Higuruma's fingers. 

Letting go of your face, Nanami slowly goes down on his knees, breathing over your spread lips before licking a long stripe up from Higuruma's fingers to your clit. You let out a loud moan that is cut off by Higuruma turning your head to capture your lips in another searing kiss. 

The only noises in the kitchen are the squelching wetness of Nanami's tongue and Higuruma's fingers going in and out of your pussy—both of them going faster once your moans become louder and you start to clench around them. It all reaches a peak once he presses against that soft spot inside of you, making you see stars, "ohmygod—fuuuck" you moan as you release all over his fingers and Nanami's face. 

They let you take a breath by placing you on top of the counter in the center of the room. You watch them get undressed completely, removing their chef jackets, aprons, and trousers until they are in nothing but their shoes. 

"Are you okay sweet girl? Do you think you can handle both of us?" Nanami smirks at your shocked expression, but you get off the table to stand in front of him. You start wiggling your hips, rubbing your ass against Nanami's cock but he stops you. You're confused until you look up and see Higuruma standing in front of you holding a container of what appears to be buttercream and a spatula. 

He opens the container, sticks a finger inside and scoops a little bit of the cream, and smears it on your lips. You stick out your tongue and you pause. It tasted amazing—it wasn't too sweet or dense, the perfect balance of light and fluffy. Nanami turns your head towards him to lick the remaining cream off, moaning into your mouth. 

"Delicious," Nanami moans into your mouth, "I could get used to this."

You giggle as you lean down to plant a feather light kiss to the tip of Higuruma's cock. His breath hitches as you go from a kiss to kitten licks. While you are doing this, he takes the spatula, picking up some cream and smearing a dollop on your back. He places the container and spatula down on the table and grabs some of your hair to move you on his cock. While this is happening, Nanami grabs your ass, drags his cock over your slick and moves it inside your swollen pussy in one push. 

You moan around Higuruma's cock—the vibrations causing him to moan out into the air. With both of them filling you on both ends, they start to move—Higuruma moving forward, pushing you into Nanami, and Namani pushing you back into Higuruma. The feeling is overwhelming but feels amazing. You feel them getting closer together then hear the smacking noises that you heard earlier happening above you. You take your mouth off of Higuruma's cock and turn your head to look up and see both of them making out right over your back.

Higuruma breaks apart from Nanami to look down at you, "Did I say you could stop?" He growls as he grabs your hair and moves you back to his cock. Both men bend down to lick at the cream on your back —tongues lapping up the sticky substance before going back to roughly kissing each other. 

It is a mess of skin slapping together and moans coming from all around. You all find a comfortable rhythm. Their hands explore your whole body—groping your plump breasts, squeezing your hips, and Nanami's hand travels down to your clit. He rubs languid circles while fucking into you, pushing Higuruma's cock deeper into your mouth. 

"I bet your boyfriend couldn't ever fuck you like this. He couldn't make a gorgeous woman like yourself feel this good." Nanami's voice rumbles behind you. 

"mhmmm~" You moan around Higuruma's cock, trying to respond. 

"I think her mouth is full Kento." Higuruma laughs, pushing the rest of his cock into your warm mouth. Tears are welling up in your eyes as his happy trail tickles your nose. Your starting to feel a pressure building up in your lower stomach as you near your second orgasm of the night. You notice they are close too because of the quickening pace of their cocks. 

"Where do you want our cum baby?" One of them say but you are so fucked out you can't make out who.

You pull off Higuruma's cock to respond, "I-I want it inside-haah-please I need it." 

He grabs your face and caresses your jaw before using his other hand to grab a handful of your hair and shove your mouth back on him. You feel Nanami's hips stutter before he stills and fills up your pussy with continuous ropes of cum. 

Higuruma's iron grip in your hair tightens as he fills your throat with his cum, making you swallow every drop. Your eyes roll to the back of your head as you spill all over Nanami's cock. Your legs shake almost collapsing before Nanami wraps his arms around you to hold you up. 

He carries you to sit on the table, the cold metal a distinct contrast on your warm and swollen ass from the intensity of Nanami's pelvis smacking against you. Higuruma comes to give you a glass of water and you nod your head thankful. 

"Drink up pretty, because we aren't done with you yet." Your eyes refocus on Higuruma's hungry gaze, "You still haven't come on my cock."

After tonight, your life was changed, forever.

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“thats it, take it all,” satoru says breathlessly, pounding you harder. suguru exhales smoke, smirking. “she is creaming all over you, man. look at that mess.”

“yeah she is,” satoru laughs and slaps your ass again. he fucks you even rougher now, balls slapping loud against your skin. “gonna keep it all inside, baby, every single drop.”

suguru watches the whole thing with dark hungry eyes, his cock now fully hard again from the sight. he stubs out the cigarette, wraps a hand around his thick length, and starts stroking himself slow at first, thumb swiping over the head. “look at her taking it so well,” suguru murmurs, spreading precum down his shaft. he stands up after a moment, cock heavy and twitching in his hand as he steps closer to your face.

you feel him nudge the warm head of his cock against your lips, smearing precum across them. “open up,” suguru says softly, pressing forward so the tip pushes past your tongue. you moan around him as he slides in deeper. satoru laughs from behind, a little out of breath, and says, “yeah, fill her mouth too. she can take us both.”

suguru grips your hair gently and starts fucking your mouth, his cock sliding over your tongue and hitting the back of your throat while you suck and lick around him. “fuck, feels so good. you take me so well.”

satoru keeps pounding your pussy, spreading your cheeks wide so he can watch how your body swallows him and the cum leaks out. “she is clenching so hard around me,” satoru groans, his thrusts turning desperate. “gonna fill you up even more.”

you shake harder between them, another orgasm ripping through you as satoru pounds deep and suguru pushes his cock further down your throat. “good girl,” satoru growls, slamming in one last time before he spills hot inside you, adding his own load to the messy mix.

suguru follows soon after, groaning as he pulses on your tongue, flooding your mouth with thick spurts that you try to swallow around his length. they both hold you there for a long moment, breathing heavy, cocks buried deep while the cum drips and leaks everywhere, leaving you a complete mess between them.

his face has long turned a deep red—the dark mark across his nose bridge becoming a gentle, glowing crimson from exertion—to the point that no amount of blood manipulation could hinder the flow from circulating to his face—or to his leaking, throbbing dick.

you’ve been edging choso for a little while now. ten, maybe fifteen minutes of slowly bringing your index finger and thumb—which are wrapped around his aching, suffering, lubed-up length, creating a small ring of pleasure—up and down his shaft.

his hands are twitching at his sides on the sheeted mattress. one part of him wants to be impatient—bratty—to take his own to hands and just fistfuck himself senseless. the other half likes the delay, the lack of control—how easy it is for him to just lay back and watch. it’s a delicious fight between wanting to cum and wanting to satisfy you.

he’s biting on the bottom hem of his t-shirt to keep it up and out of the way, saliva darkening the fabric as you continue to mercilessly edge him. the fabric of his shirt straining against him as he bites down only serves to accentuate the curve of those voluptuous pecs you love so much.

another lazy drag of your fingers, and choso can’t take it anymore. it’s taking everything in him not to act up.

“mphhug...c’n i c’m..” he mumbles shakily, speaking with the lower half of his shirt in his mouth. he parts his jaw a little wider to let you remove the damp fabric. “c-cum…hmmf… i'm gonna...i need to—” he cuts himself off with a deep, low whine that diminishes into something resembling a high-pitched mewl, bucking his hips up off the mattress and into your hand. you pull away with a small chuckle.

“you need to what?” you hum in accordance, eyes raking over his pathetic, trembling body—hand hovering over his begging cock. you can tell he’s falling apart. he looks entirely too pathetic, but it's sacred in it's own way—seeing a usually stone-faced half-curse reduced down to a whining, begging mess.

there’s an obscene amount of pre dripping from the head of his length, dribbling down his cock and creating more slick.

the plug inside of his length only serves to increase the pressure. if it weren’t for that pesky, metal rod, he’d have cum ten minutes ago.

you lean closer to choso on the mattress, capturing his lips—and all his small whimpers with them—in a reverent, hungry, rewarding kiss, and as you do, you begin sliding free the beaded urethral plug in one fluid motion.

when the plug is pulled out, it’s slick with cho’s white seed. his cock is another story—leaking, spurting, pumping. globs of thick, white cum bead up at the head of his pink cock, then spill down the skin of his shaft.

you catch every single indecent noise against his mouth. what once was a mutually reciprocated kiss becomes a one-sided endeavor on your part, and a struggling, whimpering effort on choso’s part.

his cock, now lacking the support from the plug, rests limp against his stomach.

“thank you,” he whimpers into the kiss, his grateful voice barely above a whisper. you lay the plug flat on his stomach, next to his spent, newly sensitive cock, and respond quietly. both smugness and sincerity dripping from every syllable of your response.

“anytime.”

Satoru Gojo

He’s the one who brought up the idea in the first place so he’s obviously very into it. Puts on an entire show for you that starts way before he actually touches himself. He even chose his outfit for today deliberately – especially the button-up shirt. This way he can gradually expose ever more of his creamy, soft skin. Leisurely, slowly, letting you fully drink in the sight. A slight blush adorns his cheeks; it’s not a product of shame but of excitement. He can practically feel your gaze roaming over the bare parts of his form. All your attention is on him, only him, and that’s just the way he likes it. Once he’s gotten rid of all his clothing, he positions himself, very willfully in such a way that you can see everything. His arousal is already evident, yet he doesn’t get right to it. Instead, he starts with teasing touches up his thighs and down his abdomen, enjoying how your eyes follow his hands’ every move. When his fingers finally wrap around his girth, he lets out a relieved sigh, which borders on a whine. He’s successfully gotten himself riled up at least as much as you and he’s not shy about his pleasure, so it doesn’t take long before breathy moans fill the room, getting ever louder and more frequent until he paints his own abdomen white.

Suguru Geto

Suguru is naturally quite competitive, so it really shouldn’t have surprised you when he immediately jumped to a challenge after you had simply mentioned how he usually came easier and therefore faster than you. It was just meant to be a little teasing, yet he apparently took it very personally, confidently claiming he could outlast you any day. Long story short that’s how the two of you ended up across from one another each a hand between their own legs. You could clearly see Suguru’s inner conflict; while he could manage keeping a stoic, nonchalant mask on his face, the rest of his body isn’t nearly as good an actor. How heavily he’s breathing, the way his free hand is gripping the nearest pillow so hard his knuckles turn white and especially the displeased look flashing across his face whenever his hips bucked up towards his fist, clearly indicating the action wasn’t a voluntary one, were tell-tale signs of the pleasure getting to him. The sight of you only exacerbates his want. His desire for release was fighting a vicious battle against his desire to win. (Un)fortunately he somehow holds on just long enough for you to reach your own breaking point, resulting in a tie and thus a promise for a future rematch.

Kento Nanami

Kento is always very attentive, but it’s especially overt in the bedroom. Your comfort and your needs are his top priority at all times. Ergo it shouldn’t come as a surprise that he notices immediately when something is off. With some soft coaxing he eventually gets you to admit to feeling a little insecure; you and Kento haven’t been together that long and because he’s always so focused on you, you’re not quite sure whether you do a good job. You absolutely do, he assures you. However, that’s not where he stops, instead he tries to build up your confidence by providing you with a sort of manual, as in showing you how exactly he likes to be touched. At the start he even provides you with verbal descriptions, but that doesn’t last very long. Soon the talking gets dropped to a minimum before seizing completely, and low groans take its place. His original altruistic intentions have long faded into the background, replaced with a pure physical need. The closer he gets to fulfilling this need, the more unrestrained he becomes. His voice rises in volume and his hips grind up urgently until his head falls back as he is finally overtaken by pleasure.

Toji Fushiguro

Toji likes to think of himself as confident. You disagree; he’s just straight up arrogant, which is somewhat warranted given his looks, but you would absolutely rather dive down a staircase head-first than play into his belief that he is practically irresistible. He, on the other hand, is determined to prove it to you. He’s been trying to get you riled up all day, importantly without touching you so instead he subtly flexes when you look his way, whispers into your ear lowly when you don’t. At least that’s how he started, but he gradually got bolder throughout the day, biting his lip and giving you full on bedroom eyes while still in public, “wiping off sweat” with the hem of his shirt thus exposing his abs, but you stayed strong so once you got home he eventually pivoted to his ultimate move. Now he’s towering over you, his chiseled form completely unclad as he’s stroking himself mere inches away from you, right within your reach for when he’ll finally get you to break. While he is putting on a show for you the sensation is also very real, causing the line between a fake and authentic display of pleasure to blur.

Hiromi Higuruma

Hiromi calling you during his break is no rare occurrence, particularly on especially stressful days. According to him, hearing your voice made everything more bearable. Today however that wouldn’t suffice. He hasn’t seen you in days, practically living in his office because of a special case. Saying he’s tense would be the understatement of the century. Fortunately, you’re very skilled at motivating him. Telling him you’ll be all his once he’s done is a surefire way to have him lock in. Usually that is; on this day though he continues the conversation quite differently. “You’ve been missing me? How much? What’d you do when it gets that bad?”. Play along and you’ll hear the clack of him unbuckling his belt, extraordinarily audible in the otherwise dead silent office. He manages to keep his voice rather steady, but his breathing becomes ragged. He’s telling you about all the things he’ll do to you once he’s finally out of here. Occasionally you can hear a dissatisfied grunt because he wants you now, this is nothing compared to what he feels when you’re the one touching him. Yet when he’s reached completion the relief in his sigh is still evident.

Ryomen Sukuna

Pissing off Sukuna was incredibly easy and therefore happens fairly often. While it usually ends very badly for anyone else, as his favorite person you had privileges no one else had and normally got off scot-free even after purposefully getting on his nerves. Regrettably his patience today seems to be even more limited than it is ordinarily anyway, which is why some light teasing got you in this predicament. Your hands are tied up and above your head making it impossible for you to touch anything, including yourself. Although that was only problematic because of the display in front of you: Sukuna perched upon his throne, lose garments sloppily pulled to the side showing off the majority of his sculpted body and yet your eyes are locked onto only one particular part of it or rather two parts with one leisurely stroking hand on each. His other hands are placed behind his head lazily matching the unbothered expression on his face. A stark contrast to you, who is feeling very hot and extremely bothered, just as he intended. While he does get more vocal as he gets closer, that mostly entails him taunting you, telling you how desperate and pathetic you look and that you better start behaving if you wanna feel instead of just watching.

Choso

Humans can be affected by aphrodisiacs, sure, curses on the other hand are certainly immune to those. That’s what Choso had claimed oh so confidently. Now he’s sitting across from you, clearly very affected. Though despite how obvious his arousal was, from his flushed face to the hardness visible even through his clothing, he still refuses to admit his error. “No, it’s just hot in here…No, that’s just the way the fabric falls.” Excuses, excuses until he can’t stop himself anymore from “fixing the fabric”. He knows what he’s doing, he’s clearly ashamed of it given the way he absolutely refuses to meet your eyes, yet he simply can’t take his hand off himself. He’s being overwhelmed by instincts he had never been aware of having, at least to this extent. If confronted he would probably claim not to be aware of the taboo he was committing, since he isn’t really accustomed to the norms and rules of human society. A blatant lie; he’s fully conscious of his current transgression. Nothing and nobody could ever make him admit it, but the sinfulness of the situation only fanned the flames of his need. As he gets closer to his peak he finally gathers the confidence to look into your eyes, both shame and want swirling in his own.

Yuji Itadori

When you initially brought up the idea Yuji was immediately on board. He’s not particularly shy plus he basically lives to please – you specifically. Unfortunately, once you two have been making out for a little while to get in the mood and it’s actually time for him to follow through, he has no clue what to do. When you’re usually intimate with Yuji his head is basically empty, he just acts on instinct, but said instinct is primarily related to touching you and is therefore completely incompatible with the current situation. Luckily, he’s got you, who can tell him what to do and following your instructions is absolutely something he does instinctively. So, when you tell him to strip, to do so slower, to get on the bed and to keep looking at you throughout all of it, he does it, immediately, without thinking, fully trusting you to take control even though you’re not even touching him. Yuji is open with his pleasure, letting you both see and hear just how good he’s feeling, consequently it’s obvious when his climax is drawing closer. Right then you tell him to slow down, and he does. He whines, clearly displeased, needy, but he doesn’t speed up again until you finally allow him to.

Megumi Fushiguro

You haven’t even been in the same country as your boyfriend for weeks now. While neither of you enjoyed this whole ordeal it had almost exclusively been you actively complaining about it, though you could see Megumi’s patience slowly wearing very thin over the last few days. As his camera had turned on for your current video call you pretty much immediately realized that the thread of said patience had snapped. His expression was unguarded and clearly portrayed his dissatisfaction. It even morphed into something dangerously close to a pout once his eyes trailed down to your admittedly minimalistic outfit. When you jokingly ask him whether he wasn’t happy to see you his answer, albeit mumbled, is uncharacteristically honest. “Course I am. I just…miss you, so much. Miss your touch.” The embarrassment stemming from this confession is evident in the slight blush coloring his cheeks, though he doesn’t avert his eyes. You ask him to show you what kind of touch he misses and, somewhat surprising both of you, he actually does it. Hand gliding underneath his shirt, trailing down his abdomen, getting ever bolder until it slides into his boxers. His eyes half-lidded, showing his desire openly. This pent up there’s no way he’s gonna last, especially if you decide to follow his example.

Toge Inumaki

His cursed speech obviously makes it pretty difficult for Toge to fully express himself in some situations. In the bedroom specifically it’s not very realistic for him to write down what he wants to say for example. You don’t actually mind; he managed to communicate the important things and thanks to the trust and chemistry between you two everything else worked more than fine without it. Still, Toge can’t stand not being able to adequately tell you just how attracted he is to you and how badly he wants you, so he decided to show you instead. You haven’t even fully undressed, have barely touched him and nonetheless his eyes, locked on you, are practically overflowing with a carnal type of hunger. It’s just as palpable in the vigor with which he moves his fist as well as the intensity of his hips thrusting up into it. He doesn’t hold anything back; you’ve probably never witnessed Toge being this vocal. He doesn’t say a single word, but his moans express his pleasure more clearly than any words ever could. After he’s come down from his high, the passion in his eyes still does not subside, purveying his eagerness to make you feel even better than he just did.

Yuta Okkotsu

Your blazer hangs half-off one shoulder now, white shirt slightly untucked and wrinkled from leaning over spreadsheets and biting back frustration.

You don’t even make it past the living room before you see him.

Toji’s spraaawled- across the couch like he owns every inch of the leather— shirtless, skin glistening with a faint sheen of sweat from the sticky summer heat that’s been suffocating the apartment all day. 

Those grey sweats hang obscenely low on his narrow hips, the deep V of his pelvis disappearing beneath the waistband, happy trail dark and damp. One thick forearm is slung over the back of the couch, the other lazily cradling a half-empty glass of something amber. 

Ice clinks when he tilts his head toward you, moss-green eyes dragging slow and deliberate from your stockinged toes all the way up to your flushed, tired face.

“Long day, huh, doll?” His voice is low, rough around the edges like gravel wrapped in velvet. That smug little curl at the corner of his scarred mouth already tells you he knows exactly how wrecked you are.

You don’t answer right away— just let your shoulders sag, let the blazer finally slip off completely and puddle on the floor behind you. Your fingers fumble with the top button of your shirt, popping it open because suddenly the collar feels like it’s choking you.

“Mmhm,” you mumble, voice small. “Really fuckin’ hard.”

Toji sets the glass down on the coffee table with a quiet clink. Doesn’t stand yet. Just watches you with that lazy, predatory patience he’s so good at.

“C’mere then, babygirl,” he drawls, patting one meaty thigh. “Look at you… all dolled up and droopin’. My poor lil office princess had to play grown-up all day, huh?”

You shuffle closer on autopilot, heels long forgotten somewhere behind you. The stockings whisper against each other with every step. When you’re finally within reach he reaches out slow n deliberate aaand- hooks two thick fingers into the waistband of your skirt and tugs you the last few inches until your knees bump the edge of the couch cushion between his spread legs.

“Was it real bad?” he coos, tilting his head like he’s genuinely asking, even though that glint in his eye says he’s already half-hard just from the sight of you like this— still half-professional, half-undone, needy in a way only he ever gets to see. “Tell daddy.”

You swallow. Your throat feels dry. “Meetings… emails… people being stupid… I just— I need…”

“Shhh.” He cuts you off gently, thumb brushing the inside of your wrist where your pulse is hammering. “I know, I know. You need rest, yeah? Need someone to take care of my tired lil girl so she doesn’t have to think anymore.”

His other hand slides up the back of your thigh, rough palm dragging over the sheer cream nylon, squeezing the plush meat right under the curve of your ass. You sway forward instinctively.

“Need to be taken apart real slow first, though,” he murmurs, voice dropping even lower. “Can’t have you passin’ out all wound up like this… that’s no good, mama.”

You whimper— barely audible, but he hears it. Always does.

Toji’s smirk softens into something almost sweet. Almost.

“Turn around f’me, pretty.”

You do. Legs shaky. Heart thudding loud in your ears.

He doesn’t rush. Just lets his big hands map you from behind— palms smoothing up your hips, thumbs hooking under the high waistband of the skirt and dragging it inch by torturous inch over the swell of your ass until the fabric bunches at your waist like a belt. The cool air hits the damp cotton of your panties and you shiver.

“Fuck… look at these legs,” he groans, more to himself than you. Fingers trace the lace tops of your stockings, then slide higher, cupping your asscheeks and spreading them just enough to make you arch. 

“Been thinkin’ about bendin’ you over this couch since you left this mornin’… knew you’d come home lookin’ like sin wrapped in office clothes.”

He leans forward, hot breath ghosting the small of your back through the thin white shirt still clinging to you.

“Hands on the backrest, baby. Right there. Good girl.”

You brace yourself, palms flat against the cool leather, ass presented like an offering. Toji hums approvingly— low and pleased. One hand stays splayed on your lower back, keeping you arched just how he likes, while the other slips between your thighs from behind. Thick fingers pet over the soaked cotton, slow circles that make your knees buckle.

“S’wet already… poor thing,” he coos again, voice dripping mock sympathy. “All that stress sittin’ right here, huh? Daddy’s gonna fuck it outta you… make you nice n’ stupid so you can sleep good tonight.”

He doesn’t pull your panties down yet. Just keeps rubbing— lazy n firm, until the fabric is clinging transparently to your folds and you’re rocking back against his hand without meaning to.

“Toji…” Your voice cracks. Small and needy.

“Yeah, babygirl?” He presses a slow, open-mouthed kiss to the back of your thigh, right above the stocking line. Teeth graze. “Use your words. Tell me what my exhausted lil princess needs.”

You bite your lip so hard you taste copper.

“Need… need you inside,” you whisper. “Please. Been thinking about it all day… just- just wanna feel full. Wanna stop thinking.”

He groans deep and gutturally— like your words punched him right in the gut.

“That’s my good girl.”

Finally, finally— he hooks the soaked cotton to the side, exposing you completely. You hear the rustle of his sweats being shoved down, the wet slap of his heavy cock against his palm as he gives himself a few rough strokes.

“Gonna take it slow at first,” he promises, even though his voice is wrecked. “Gonna open you up nice… let you feel every inch while I kiss that pretty neck… then I’m gonna fuck you stupid, yeah? Pound all that tension right outta this greedy little cunt till you’re cryin’ my name.”

The blunt head nudges your soft n sappin hole, with his globular thick head, pink tinged tip leaking glossy drops of pre onto your needy lil slit..

You push back instinctively.

“Uh-uh.” His hand clamps down on your hip, stilling you. “Let daddy do the work tonight. You just stay right there… be my sweet, tired baby… and take it.”

He sinks in one torturously slow inch of his veined length-

Then another.

And another.

Until your thighs are trembling and your arms are shaking and all you can do is whimper his name like a prayer.

Toji leans over you, chest to your back, scarred lips brushing the shell of your ear.

“There we go… that’s it, mama… let it all go. Daddy’s home now.”

And then he starts to move.

Slow.

Deep.

Relentless.

Just like you needed.

Toji’s palm is massive under your cheek, rough and warm, scarred knuckles cradling the side of your face like it’s something fragile even though he’s currently splitting you open on the fattest cock you’ve ever taken. 

Your head lolls heavy into the cradle of his hand, cheek smushed soft against the meat of it, lips parted on little wet, mindless puffs of breath. Every slow, deliberate roll of his hips makes your lashes flutter, makes a thin string of drool slip from the corner of your mouth and drip down his wrist.

He doesn’t wipe it away.

Just lets it happen— lets you make a pretty little mess while he watches your face with those half-lidded moss-green eyes, smug and starving all at once.

“Fuuuck… look at my girl,” he rasps, voice gravel-thick and wrecked. “All fuzzy-headed n’ droolin’ already… s’cute. S’so fuckin’ cute how you go dumb the second daddy’s inside this greedy little cunt.”

Another deep, lazy grind of his pelvis flush to your ass now, pubic bone kissing your clit with every tiny circle he makes. You whine, high and broken, hips twitching like you can’t decide if you want to run from the stretch or chase it harder. 

The cream coating his shaft is so— thick, the glossy rings of it clinging to every veiny inch he pulls out, only to smear right back in when he sinks deep again. 

Your pussy flutters helplessly around him, trying to suck him deeper, trying to keep him, and he groans low in his throat like the sound punched straight out of his soul.

“God… feel that?” He drags out slow— sooo slow— until just the swollen, flushed head is stretching your glossy entrance, letting you feel the obscene pop of his ridge catching on your rim before he feeds it back in, inch by torturous inch. “Feel how tight you are, babygirl? S’like this pussy’s tryna milk me dry… tryna keep every drop right where it belongs.”

Your mind is cotton-soft, thoughts melting into syrupy little fragments—Toji… full… so full… daddy nghh… please…—but your body knows exactly what it wants. You arch your back deeper, knees spreading wider on the couch cushions, ass lifting just enough to present yourself like the needy little thing you are.

He growls- actualy growls- low in his chest, rumbling against your spine.

“Yeahhh… that’s it. Spread for me, mama. Open that pretty ass up… lemme see.”

Thick fingers dig into the plush of your cheeks, spreading you wide— wide enough that the cool air kisses your soaked folds, wide enough that he can watch the way your sappy little hole clenches and flutters around nothing for a heartbeat before he bullies his way back inside. The wet schlick of it is filthy, loud in the quiet apartment, and you sob softly into his palm.

“Shhh… shhh, I got you,” he coos, lips brushing the shell of your ear, hot breath fanning over your skin. “Daddy’s got his tired lil princess… gonna play with this achy clit till you’re shakin’, yeah? Gonna make her cream all over my cock while I fuck you nice n’ deep.”

His free hand snakes around your hip, middle finger finding your swollen clit without hesitation, already so puffy and sensitive from the grind of his hips earlier. He doesn’t rub fast. Doesn’t rush. Just presses slow, firm circles, lazy little loops that match the drag of his cock inside you, making your thighs tremble and your toes curl against the leather.

“Fuck… she’s throbbin’ so hard,” he murmurs, almost reverent. “Poor lil thing’s been achin’ all day, huh? Waitin’ for daddy to come home n’ take care of her… bet she was drippin’ under that tight skirt at your desk, thinkin’ about this fat cock stretchin’ er open.”

You try to answer— try to say yes yes yes daddy please— but all that comes out is a garbled, drooly whimper, more spit slipping past your lips to pool in the dip of his palm. He chuckles low, dark, the sound vibrating through your back where his chest is pressed flush to you.

“Aw, baby… can’t even talk anymore? S’okay… don’t need words. Just need you to feel it. Feel how deep I am… feel how full you are… feel how much daddy loves ruinin’ this perfect little pussy.”

He picks up the tiniest bit of speed he's not pounding your clenchin’ pussy yet, s'not wrecking you all the way— just enough to make the wet slap slap slap of skin on skin echo softly, just enough to make your eyes roll back under heavy lids. 

His finger on your clit never stops its steady, maddening circles, occasionally dipping lower to gather more of your slick and smear it over the sensitive bud until you’re bucking weakly, chasing the friction.

“Look at all this cream,” he groans, pulling out halfway just to watch the thick, glossy strands connect his cock to your fluttering hole before he sinks back in with a filthy squelch. “Makin’ such a mess for me… gonna have to clean you up with my tongue later, yeah? Lick every drop outta this sweet cunt till you’re cryin’ again.”

Your whole body shudders at the thought— head lolling harder into his hand, drool slicking his fingers now, soft little hiccuping moans spilling out every time he bottoms out and grinds against that spot that makes stars burst behind your eyes.

Toji leans down, scarred lips brushing your temple, your cheek, the corner of your slack mouth— tastin’ the mess you’re making without a hint of hesitation.

“My good girl,” he whispers, voice cracking with something dangerously close to adoration. “My pretty, tired, fucked-out baby… gonna fill you up so good tonight. Gonna fuck all that stress right outta you till you’re sleepin’ like an angel… full of daddy’s cum, nice n’ warm.”

He circles your clit a little faster now, still not brutal, still careful but enough to make your hips jerk, enough to make your pussy clamp down so tight he hisses through his teeth.

“Fuck— there she goes… squeezin’ me like a vice. You close already, huh? Gonna cum all pretty for daddy while I’m buried balls-deep?”

You can’t answer. Can only sob his name— Toji Toji Toji —muffled against his palm, tears of pleasure slipping down your cheeks to mix with the drool.

He kisses them away, soft and slow, even as his hips keep that deep, rolling rhythm.

“That’s it… let go for me, babygirl. Cum on this cock… make a fuckin’ mess… show daddy how much you needed this.”

And when you finally shatter your back arching, thighs shaking, pussy pulsing and gushing around him in hot, slick waves— he doesn’t stop. Just keeps fucking you through it, slow and deep, finger still working lazy circles on your oversensitive clit until you’re whimpering, oversensitive and boneless in his hold.

“Thaaat’s my girl,” he murmurs, lips pressed to your sweaty hairline. “So good haah… so fuckin’ perfect… daddy’s not done with you yet, though.”

He grinds in deep n holds it there and lets you feel every thick, throbbing inch while your aftershocks ripple around him.

“Gonna keep you right here… nice n’ full… till you can’t remember what a hard day even feels like.”

Toji doesn’t let you come down, not even a little.

The second your body stops trembling from that first shattering orgasm, he’s already moving. His strong arms scooping under your thighs, flipping your boneless, fucked-out frame like you weigh nothing. Your back hits the couch cushions with a soft whump, legs splayed wide, stockings still clinging to your thighs like a second skin, creamy lace tops now wrinkled and damp from sweat and slick.

He looms over you instantly, his big, broad, sweat-slick chest heaving, scarred lips parted on heavy breaths. Those moss-green eyes lock onto yours, dark and molten, drinking in every dazed little detail: the way your lashes are clumped with tears, the drool still shining on your chin, the way your lips stay parted like you forgot how to close them.

“Fuck… there’s my pretty girl,” he rasps, voice wrecked and reverent all at once. “Been dyin’ to see this face up close while I ruin you.”

His hands are everywhere now gentle but greedy. First he reaches for the crumpled white shirt still half-tucked into your skirt, buttons long since popped open in the haze. He doesn’t bother with finesse; just rips the rest of it apart with a low growl, fabric tearing softly until it falls away in useless scraps. 

Then the bra, that annoying little thing, black lace that’s been digging into your ribs all day. He hooks two thick fingers under the front band and yanks, hooks snapping like they’re nothing. Your heavy tits spill free all soft n full, nipples already pebbled tight from the cool air and the way he’s been starin’ at em.

Toji groans deep in his chest, like the sight punched the air right out of him.

“Goddamn… look at these,” he murmurs, palms sliding up your ribs to cup them rougher, his thumbs brushing slow, teasing circles over the sensitive peaks until you arch and whimper. “So fuckin’ perfect… been bouncin’ under that shirt all day, huh? My poor baby hidin’ these from me.”

He leans down, scarred mouth latching onto one nipple— hot & wet. Suction that makes your back bow off the couch. Tongue flicks, teeth graze just enough to sting, then soothe with slow, lazy licks until you’re squirming, thighs trying to close around his hips.

But he’s not having that.

Toji hooks your knees over the crooks of his elbows and lifts, folds you in half in one smooth motion until your ankles are up by your ears, pussy presented open and dripping right in front of his face. 

The mating press is oh so filthy-sweet intimacy and devastating. Your tits squish against your chest, tummy soft and rounded from the way he’s got you bent, skirt still bunched uselessly around your waist like a belt.

He stares down at where you’re stretched around nothing, your puffy, glossy folds glistening, clit swollen and throbbing from his earlier attention. A thick bead of your own cream slides down toward your ass and he catches it with the pad of his thumb, smears it back up over your entrance like he’s painting you.

“Fuck… she’s still soakin’,” he breathes, almost to himself. “Still hungry for more, huh, mama?”

You nod— small n frantic your pretty eyes glassed over and locked on his face because he told you to look at him and you’re too far gone to disobey.

Toji lines himself up again fat, flushed head nudging your sappy little hole, already leaking thick strings of pre that drip down your folds and mix with your own mess. He doesn’t push in right away. Just lets the blunt tip kiss your entrance, lets you feel the heat, the stretch starting before he’s even inside.

“Eyes on me, babygirl,” he coos, voice soft but commanding. “Wanna see every little thing that happens to this pretty face when daddy slides back in.”

You whimper high n needy, your small fingers scrabbling at his forearms where they cage you in.

He sinks in slow— sooo slow —watching your expression the whole time. Your brows pinch, mouth falls open on a silent gasp, eyes fluttering like you’re about to pass out from how good it feels. Inch after thick inch disappears inside you until his hips are flush to your ass again, balls pressed tight against your skin, pubic bone grinding right over your clit.

The bulge is immediately there stretching you from the inside where his thick cock rests, unmistakably. Right there under your navel, a perfect outline of it pressing up against the soft skin of your tummy. Toji’s eyes darken, pupils blown wide.

“Fuck… there it is,” he groans, one big hand sliding down to palm the swell. “Feel that, pretty? Feel how deep daddy is? Stretchin’ this tight little pussy all the way up… makin’ her take every fuckin’ inch.”

He rocks into you, it's just tiny, shallow thrusts at first like he's all but lazily doing it on purpose, but enough to make the bulge shift under his palm, enough to make you sob softly every time the fat head drags over that spot inside that makes your toes curl.

“Look at her… sappy n’ glossed n’ grippin’ me like she never wants me to leave.” His thumb traces the outline again slow, possessive circles that match the lazy grind of his hips. “So fuckin’ tight… so creamy… gonna paint this tummy from the inside, baby. Gonna fill you up till you’re leakin’ me for days.”

You can’t speak— can only mewl his name, tears slipping down your temples, hands clutching at his wrists like they’re the only thing keeping you tethered. Your pussy flutters helplessly around him, squeezing hard and pulsing, trying to pull him deeper even though he’s already buried to the hilt.

Toji leans down, his forehead pressing to yours, noses brushing, breaths mingling in hot little pants.

“My good girl… my sweet, tired, perfect lil princess,” he whispers, lips ghosting over yours. “Gonna cum inside you now… gonna flood this pretty cunt till she’s overflowin’. You ready for daddy’s load, mama? Ready to feel me deep?”

You nod frantically and desperate— clit throbbing against his pelvis, walls spasming every time he grinds in that perfect little circle.

He kisses you then, slow n filthy, his tongue sliding against yours while his hips finally pick up speed. Not brutal, still controlled thrusts that still fucks in deep, enough to make the wet slap slap slap echo again, enough to make your tits bounce with every thrust, enough to make that bulge shift and press harder under his palm.

“Fuck— here it comes,” he growls against your mouth. “Gonna— ngh— fill you up, baby… take it all… take every thick drop…”

His cock throbs painful and swells inside you deliciously then pulses hard, hot ropes of cum erupting deep inside you, painting your walls, flooding your womb until you can feel the warmth spreading, until it’s too much and it starts to leak out around his shaft in creamy white rivulets.

Toji doesn’t pull out.

Just stays buried, grinding in slow, lazy circles, your cunt milking every last spurt while his hand stays splayed over your tummy, feeling the way you flutter and clench around the mess he’s made.

“Thaaat’s it… good girl… so full now, huh?” He kisses your forehead, your cheeks, the corner of your slack maw soft, gentle, adoring. “My pretty baby… all relaxed n’ stuffed… no more hard day, yeah? Just daddy’s cum keepin’ you warm.”

He stays like that, his cock softening inside you but still thick enough to plug every drop in, arms wrapping around your folded body, holding you close while your breathing slowly evens out.

“Sleep now, mama,” he murmurs into your hair, lips brushing your temple. “Daddy’s got you… ain’t lettin’ go.”

And for the first time all day, you finally feel like you can breathe.

Toji doesn’t pull out— not even an inch.

He stays buried deep, cock still thick and heavy inside you even as it softens just enough to let the warmth of his cum settle, thick and sticky, painting every fluttery inch of your walls. 

Your legs are still hooked over his elbows in that filthy-sweet mating press, knees pressed to your tits, body folded small and open beneath his massive frame. The couch creaks softly under the combined weight of you both, leather warm and slick from sweat and everything else you’ve already spilled.

His big hands slide from your tummy— where he was just feeling that perfect little bulge he made— to cradle the sides of your face instead. Thumbs brush away the last shiny trails of tears and drool, gentle in a way that makes your chest ache even sweeter than the stretch ever did.

He leans in slow, nose brushing yours first, then lips ghosting over your cheek, your jaw, until he finds the soft, sensitive skin right under your ear.

“Mmm… missed you, pretty girl,” he murmurs, voice low and rough like he’s confessing a secret. Hot breath fans over your neck, making you shiver even though your whole body feels like molten honey right now. “All fuckin’ day… thinkin’ about my baby comin’ home lookin’ like that. Tired. Needy. All mine.”

His scarred lips press there, soft at first, just a warm, lingering kiss. Then another. And another. Open-mouthed now, slow drags of his tongue tasting the salt on your skin, the faint trace of your perfume still clinging under the sex and sweat. He sucks gently, not bruising, just enough to pull a tiny whimper from your slack mouth, then soothes it with a flat, lazy lick.

“Missed this neck,” he breathes against it, nuzzling deeper, nose dragging along the curve until he’s buried in the crook where your pulse hammers wild and fast. “Missed the way you smell when you’re all worked up… missed hearin’ these little sounds you make when I kiss right… here.”

Another soft mwah— loud and deliberate, playful almost, the way he always gets when he’s feeling extra soft after wrecking you. His hips give the tiniest rock, just a shallow grind, stirring his cum inside you without really thrusting— enough to make your pussy flutter weakly around him, enough to draw a low, pleased groan from deep in his chest.

“Fuck… happy you’re home, mama,” he whispers, lips trailing higher now, kissing along your jawline, the corner of your mouth, then finally catching your lips in something slow and deep and syrupy. 

Tongue slides against yours lazy, tasting the remnants of your earlier drool, the faint salt of your tears. He kisses you like he’s drinking you in like he’s been starving for it.

When he pulls back just enough to breathe, his forehead rests heavy against yours, eyes half-lidded and moss-green and so fucking soft it almost hurts to look at.

“Been waitin’ all day to do this,” he says quietly, one hand slipping back down to palm your tummy again, gentler this time, thumb tracing lazy circles over the faint swell where he’s still plugged inside you. “Just… hold my girl. Feel her all warm n’ full n’ relaxed. No more bullshit emails, no more assholes at your desk. Just you n’ me… right here.”

You manage a tiny, wrecked sound— half sob, half sigh —turning your face into his palm when he cups your cheek again.

Toji kisses your temple, soft and lingering.

“Shhh… I know, baby. I know it was hard. But you’re home now. Daddy’s got you.” Another kiss to your neck, right over your racing pulse. “Gonna keep you right here… nice n’ cozy… till you fall asleep with me still inside. No rush. No nothin’. Just us.”

His free hand finds yours, fingers lacing tight, thumb rubbing slow over your knuckles like he’s memorizing the shape of them.

“Missed you so goddamn much,” he repeats, quieter this time, almost like he’s talking to himself. Lips brush your ear again, voice dropping to that gravelly whisper that always makes your insides melt. “My pretty lil office princess… comin’ home to me lookin’ like sin n’ exhaustion all wrapped up in one. Fuck… makes me wanna keep you in bed for days. Spoil you. Fuck you slow. Feed you. Hold you till you forget what the outside world even is.”

He rocks, just the tiniest bit again— enough to make you gasp softly, enough to make a fresh trickle of his cum leak out around his base and drip warm down your ass.

“See that?” he murmurs, smirking just a little against your neck. “Still leakin’ me… good. Means you’re keepin’ daddy nice n’ warm inside. Gonna stay like this a while, yeah? Let it all soak in… let you feel how much I missed fillin’ you up.”

Another string of kisses, across your neck, collarbone, the soft swell of one tit— each one slower than the last, each one saying I’m here, I’ve got you, you’re safe, you’re loved without needing words.

He finally eases your legs down from where they were folded— careful, gentle —until they’re draped loose around his waist instead. Still connected. Still full. But now he can wrap both arms around you proper— big, scarred hands splaying over your back, pulling you flush to his chest so your heartbeat thumps right against his.

“Sleep if you want, babygirl,” he whispers into your hair, lips pressing one last mwah to your forehead. “Or just stay right here… listenin’ to my heart. Feelin’ mine beat for you. Either way… you ain’t goin’ nowhere tonight.”

He nuzzles closer, nose in your hair, arms tightening like he never wants to let go.

“Welcome home, pretty… daddy missed his girl so fuckin’ much.”

And in the quiet that follows— just the soft sound of your breathing syncing up, the faint wet pulse of where you’re still joined, the steady thud of his heart under your cheek, you finally let the last of the day slip away.

Because he’s right.

You’re home.

ಇ.author's note: reuploaded from @!torusbabe

when he sees bigger sizes being praised online he figures they don't mean him. because his cock isn't just big, it's heavy, fat, swings when he walks, and takes up all the space in his boxers. he can't even find a sex doll for him to fuck that'll withstand his size. he's torn through all of them.

how is he ever going to be in a relationship?

when you started liking him, choso had forgotten all about the monstrosity in his underwear and got all caught up in your flirtations. he's never had someone as beautiful as you pay so much attention to him. you're one of yuji's friends from college that's staying at their house for the summer. you include him on your outings with yuji, get him little gifts you say reminded you of him, call him pretty and trace his tattoos with your hands... it all has his brain melting into goo. he only remembers that he's a freak when you're sat on the couch with him sitting on the floor between your legs during movie night, and you're scratching his scalp lightly with your fingertips.

the slow, repeated motion has his cock twitching and slowly rising in his pants, giving an especially hard throb when you tug his hair gently and squish your thighs around him. your hole is close enough to his nose for him to smell you, the sweet tangy scent making his mouth water.

he doesn't notice how bad it looks until his cock is fully stood up in his shorts, and he looks down, seeing the huge tent in his trousers and pushes his hands over it, stumbling to his feet. the quick, sudden movements making him dizzy. "i t-think i left my computer on upstairs" he mumbles, pushing down on his cock and praying you can't see how hard he is. you look up at him through long lashes and tilt your head, giving him a look that's disastrously similar to one you'd probably make if you sucked him off. it has him starting to leak an embarrassing amount.

with a yelp, he rushes upstairs before you can see the mess he's made of himself. he's so disoriented that he accidentally finds himself in the guest room, the one you're currently using, instead of his. and it's heaven. all your little trinkets everywhere, your scent stuck in the room... he dumps himself face first on the bed and buries his face into the pillow you're using, inhaling deeply and starting to hump the mattress through his shorts.

his cock is so swollen, even fatter and more sensitive than normal, and his hip rolls are slow and heavy as he grinds down onto the cushy duvet, inhaling large gusts of your shampoo and lotion from the pillow and imagining he's grinding on you instead. soft, sweet, pretty you. he's so obsessed with you. and you like him too, he knows it... how will he fit his cock in you when the time finally comes for him to fuck you?

"mngh... s-shit-" he groans into the pillow, strings of saliva coating it from his parted lips. he hasn't had feelings like this for another person for as long as he can remember, and imagining you being able to take all of him has his brain completely messed up.

choso pants your name and reaches down to cup his balls through his thin shorts, massaging the heavy mounds as more precum shoots out of his tip and leaks onto your mattress. he wonders if you've touched yourself on this bed too. maybe you touched yourself to him- "oh ff-fuck-" he chokes out, tearing his pants off and grinding his cock raw on your mattress, his fat cock now bare to the cool air of the room and to anyone that could walk in...

"choso, are you in my room? i've been looking for you everywhere! why have you been gone so long? yuji told me to come check on-"

you barge into the room unceremoniously and look at choso rubbing his huge dick on your bed, leaking cum everywhere out of his thick, flushed tip and sniffing your pillow.

"oh my gosh."

he tries to get up quickly, but he's so dazed and his orgasm was ruined and his poor cock hurts so much... he can't stop what he's doing, continuing to hump your bed while looking at you with huge, glossy eyes. "ne- hic- need help, please..." he begs, lips parted as a moan bubbles out of him.

you'd be completely grossed out if this were anyone else in the world sneaking into your room and getting off to you like this, but you know choso. he's so sweet and gentle, and if he got this desperate, you know he must've been wanting you for a long time. you pause by the door. "h-how do you want me to help you?"

he sniffles and pouts up at you. "i wanna do this to you instead..." he says, reaching a hand out for you.

slowly, you approach him, and he makes quick work of tugging you under him. he parts your legs and lines his bare cock up with your clothed hole, starting to grind down on you while panting and looking straight into your eyes.

you gasp at the pleasure erupting through you as he starts to grind down on you. the friction is delicious, and his weight on top of you allows for firmer pressure of your crotches against one another. from this angle, you can look down proper and see if his dick really was as big as it felt, and you gasp at the huge, thick flesh pressing into you.

choso whimpers and frantically kisses you to distract you from gaping at his cock. "please don't look at it," he moans against your mouth, enjoying how good you taste. somehow it's even better than you smell, and he can't resist sliding his tongue past your lips and tangling your tongue with his as he humps you. " 's big and ugly."

he never thought he'd be fortunate enough to do this, but here he is, grinding on and kissing his crush, and all he needed to do was ask. you're nearly distracted by kissing him, but you catch on to his words of insecurity and pull away, panting. "that's not- ah, true, choso. your cock is mnh! nice..."

he perks up, getting overexcited by your praise and moans and squirming. he grabs your hips and tugs off your bottoms, lifting you up and rubbing himself against your naked hole. "yeah?" he pants. "you like it? ugh, 'm so close..."

you mewl each time his wet tip notches partially in your hole then slips out, offering a momentary stretch before he returns to humping you. "c-can i cum on you?" he whines, rubbing you on his dick and maneuvering your body in his big hands. "please... i like you so much, i want you to smell like me-"

"y-yeah... f-fuck, you can put it in me if you want to, too." you gasp as he pushes just a little bit inside again and pulls out, returning to rubbing against you sloppily.

he whines, not wanting to reject your offer, but knowing he'll probably never fit inside you. the thought of stretching you out again and having you cry and squirm on his dick if he buried himself inside you all the way has his vision going white, and his eyes roll as he shoots hot ropes of cream all over your tummy, with you following right after.

as you cum together, choso bends down and kisses you hard once more, dumping his body on yours and practically slurping on your tongue. he's getting all excited again and doesnt notice you grabbing his half-hard cock at the base, starting to slowly push it inside you...

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