contents: dilf!toji, fem reader, heavily implied age gap, he calls you sweetheart and kid, you call him sir, one use of daddy, size kink, breeding kink, creampies, squirting, slight degradation, praise, body worship, toji is a tit man, i'm sorry i am ovulating ok!! minors and ageless blogs do not interact wc: 1.9k
If your friends knew you were fucking the single dad who lives in the apartment next to yours, you’d never hear the end of it.
But it’s not your fault.
Toji is nice. He fixed your car for you once, when he found you outside of your building, panicking about how you were going to get to class in time. And then there was the one time when he helped you get your new table inside your apartment. You even watch his kid for him sometimes, when he gets a late shift at his job.
He calls you sweetheart. You like it, though it made your friend cringe when she heard it after you coincidentally ran into him in the hallway.
“He calls you that? That’s so old-school. Don’t you feel sorta uncomfortable?”
But you could never feel uncomfortable around Toji. Not when he fixes your leaking sink and offers to give you a ride to university whenever the roads are too slippery during wintertime.
“The roads aren’t safe,” he’ll mutter, eyeing your little Toyota Aigo.
“Did you even remember to get the tyres changed for winter?” he adds, and you’ll shake your head, feeling embarrassed.
No worries though, because Toji will drive you to class and neither of you will comment on the hand on your thigh during the ride. Maybe he has time to go get your tyres changed on the weekend.
And you definitely do not feel uncomfortable when he knocks on your door one evening and tells you with a smirk that Megumi is sleeping over at some friend's place. So he has time to take a look at that flickery lamp you mentioned last week.
“Thank you,”
Your eyes are lidded, your cheeks stained with tears, and your hair is a mess. “Thank you, thank you, fuck, thank–”
Toji chuckles and leans down to press a wet kiss to your cheek, spit and tears mixing as he rests an elbow on each side of your head, caging you in underneath him. If anyone were to walk into your bedroom, they would only see Toji’s broad back and his hips pistoning into yours. You doubt they’d be able to see you, apart from your legs dangling over his shoulders.
“You don’t have to thank me, sweetheart,” he rasps, his face mere inches from yours as he watches you carefully, taking in your knitted brows and the way your jaw falls open, as a lewd, borderline pornographic moan leaves you each time he bottoms out. “The pleasure is all mine.”
His eyes travel down, watching the way your tits bounce with each thrust. He didn’t bother taking your tank top all the way off, only pulling it right above your tits so he could watch them in all their glory. He played with them earlier, till they were overly sensitive and soaked in spit.
“Your tits are a sight for sore fucking eyes,” he mutters, giving you a particularly hard thrust just to watch your back arch and your body jolt. Your cunt squeezes around him, and his eyes flicker to yours, a grin stretching on his lips. “You like that, kid? Like when I praise you?” he asks.
You sink your teeth into your lower lip and whine, all pretty and pouty, hating when he reminds you of how inexperienced you are compared to him.
“I’m not a kid,” you mutter, and Toji scoffs in amusement. His eyes travel down again, this time all the way to where your bodies connect. He watches himself disappear in and out, enjoying the little bulge in your abdomen.
“I’m so deep, aren’t I?” he says, and his tone is as teasing as ever.
You huff. Toji isn’t just deep—the tip of his ridiculously large cock is practically bullying your cervix, sending sparks of pain and pleasure through your body. You’re so terribly wet that there’s a puddle of slick running down your ass and creating a wet spot underneath you. A white ring has formed around the base of Toji’s cock, sticking to you both when he bottoms out, and Toji can’t help himself when he brings a hand down to press on your stomach while his other arm wraps underneath your waist, forcing you to arch into him.
“That’s it,” he praises as he feels you grow impossibly tight, his cock now abusing your sweet spot as he buries his face in the crook of your neck. The sounds that leave you are obscene. It’s all babbled nonsense, praises and thank you’s and fuck, sir, feels so good, fucking me so good, thank you, thank you, oh my god—
Your sweaty bodies stick together, the back of your thighs pressing against Toji’s stomach as you go mute, your jaw going slack in a silent scream. Toji pulls back slightly so he can look at you, watching the way your eyes roll to the back of your head. He grabs your arms, once again settling with an elbow on each side of your head while his hands hold your arms above your head.
“Good”, thrust “fucking,” thrust “girl,” Toji says through gritted teeth. He keeps eye contact as best as possible (at least when your pupils aren’t disappearing in the back of your skull) while he completely rearranges your guts, stretching you thin around his thick length. “You’ve been aching for this, haven’t you?”
You can’t reply. At this point, you’re just taking whatever he’s giving you, your toes curling and your legs slightly shaking.
“You think I can’t hear?” he asks, slapping your cheek lightly, bringing you somewhat back to earth. “Think I can’t hear when you bring those loser college boys home?”
“I might be old, but I’m not deaf, sweetheart,”
You mewl. You know the walls are thin. It doesn’t make it better that the wall your bed is up against is connected to Toji’s bedroom on the other side. You didn’t think he’d hear.
Or maybe some secret perverted part of you hoped he did.
“I’ve heard the way you moan when they fuck you,” he says, and at this point his thrusts are punishing as he snaps his hips into yours, pressing your bodies together, and making the headboard bang into the wall. The very wall that keeps your bedrooms separated. “Tell me if I’m wrong, kid, but you sound much more fucked out right now.”
He wants to say that you sound more genuine as well. But that would mean he’d have to admit to lying awake at night, listening to your pathetic, little moans as some sweaty, hormonal boy laid on top of you. He hates the way he’s imagined countless times how you sound when you’re drowned in pleasure. How it would be to fuck you dumb.
How it is you sound right now.
But his imagination could never live up to the real thing. Not in a million years. Your moans are like music to his ears, clouding up his thoughts and making his dick hurt with how hard he is.
“What is it you always say,” Toji muses, leaning down and nipping at your earlobe. “Harder, fuck me harder,” he repeats, and you let out a wretched sob, trashing underneath him as you feel the buildup in your abdomen, while simultaneously feeling embarrassed that he heard all that.
“Say it for me, kid,” Toji breathes in the scent of your hair, waiting.
“Harder,” you gasp, hot tears rolling down your cheeks as your toes curl. “Fuck me harder, please, sir, I want to come.”
Toji groans, and you feel his dick twitch inside you. He grabs the back of your head and makes you look at the way he bullies his thick cock inside your cunt.
“You see that,” he asks, both of you fixated on the sinful sight. “Taking my dick like the perfect little cocksleeve,”
“Gonna come,” you gasp, digging your nails into his biceps as you grab him for leverage. The headboard bangs against the wall louder. You’re bound to get complaints from your other neighbors, though you can’t bring yourself to care.
Your orgasm builds and builds and builds, and you try to get away from the immense pleasure, and Toji’s punishing cock, but you’re inevitably brought to the edge when he thumbs your clit.
You spray him soon after, squirting all over his abdomen as you reach heaven. Black dots cloud your vision, and you cry out, hitting his shoulders when he keeps fucking you.
“You’re perfect,”
Toji whistles, and his hips stutter at how tight you get. You’re practically begging for a creampie at this point, but luckily Toji isn’t stingy, as he buries himself deep inside you and shoots copious amounts of cum, painting your insides white. You almost come again at the feeling, though you’re ready to pass out, fully content with the proper dicking down you just received.
You grab him, wrapping your arms around his neck.
“Thank you, daddy,” you hum. There isn’t a single intelligent thought running through your head other than how good Toji is to you. Toji huffs at the slip of a new nickname, though he doesn't complain. He makes a mental note in the back of his head, to ask you about it later. Megumi probably wouldn’t mind a little sibling if you want it so bad.
He pulls out, though he’s still hard, and watches his cum spill out of you. It’s a lovely sight really, and he can’t help but consider a second round, unable to deny the fact that it would only be right to fuck his cum right back into you.
Just for good measure.
Naive girls like you deserve to be creampied. You practically beg for it, honestly, with your tempting body and your pretty sparkly eyes, always looking at him like he has the answer to everything. It’s only right to stuff you full and fuck your brains out, Toji reasons, as he rubs the head of his cock on your clit.
He slips in again, ignoring your tiny protest when he begins to grind his hips into yours. You moan and grab his hair, running your fingers through dark locks and kissing the scar on his lips.
“Kiss me, please,” you mutter, and Toji obliges, pressing his lips to yours properly this time, sucking on your tongue, and fucking you slow and nice. You moan and gasp and whine. It all sounds so very pretty that it makes Toji’s teeth ache with how lovely you are.
“Feel good, kid?” Toji asks, and you nod, moaning into his ear and sucking on his neck.
“Feels so good. Mmmh, love your cock so much, sir,” you babble, pushing your hips up to meet his pace.
“Pretty baby just needed a real man,” Toji chuckles. “You’ve been craving a proper cock, haven’t you? Probably got so tired of bringing home useless college dude after college dude.”
You whine at the thought, nodding your head.
“Pretty girls like you need real men, though. You deserved to be fucked like a whore.”
You let your head fall back as a second orgasm unexpectedly rips through you.
"Fuck!” you yell as your body convulses and your thighs shake. You tense up, and Toji continues to fuck you, though it’s not long before he comes again and fills you up once more.
You giggle. Especially when he puts your panties on again and you feel them get cum-soaked immediately. He helps you pee (though he tells you to not waste any of his cum), and then there’s cuddles and food and water and shitty movies on your computer in your bed.
And if you suck his dick later, letting him grab your head and fuck your throat as a proper thank you for all he does, then you can’t really be blamed.
After all, it is common decency to return favours. <33
first fic for toji, oh em gee!! i need him bad, guys, i need him carnally, i need him in every position possible, i need him night, morning, and day i need him NOWWW
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divider by enchanthings | masterlist
thinking ab sukuna stuffing bunny hybrid reader soooooo full of dick till their lil cotton tail and ears cant stop twitching. he's got them bent into the meanest arch, ass high in the air, their toes gripping at the sheets trying to bolt away from his fat rod. sukuna chuckles and puts a heavy hand on the back of their neck smushing their face into the mattress.
"is my little bunny still trying to run?"
"such a messy pet i've got."
"be a good baby and fucking-" thrust "-take it." thrust
"aw is my prey crying already? darling, the hunt hasn't even begun."
roommate! choso is being awfully mean! maybe he’s just jealous that you’re seeing other people after you’ve let him cum inside you how many times? </3
warnings dom! choso, fem! reader, mean/bully choso, breeding, possessive, unprotected sex, mentions of cheating, mentions of impregnating the reader and keeping her forever, implied free use, spitting in mouth, choso has a filthy mouth
“where are you going now?”
briefly, you glance up from the makeup palette in your hand. choso’s hard, darkened gaze catches yours in the mirror of your vanity. he leans against the wooden frame of your bedroom door with his arms crossed over his chest, eyeing you silently as you doll yourself up. you smile cheekily, patting your cheeks with blush.
“on a date.” you hum.
“with that loser?”
you scoff, rolling your eyes at his predictable bitterness. what a jealous fuck, you think as you turn away to fish for a tube of lipgloss. his feet patter softly as he creeps further into your girlishly ornamented room. an enervated sigh parts your lips when he plops a seat at the edge of your bed, sitting adjacent to you.
“is that what you’re wearing?” he muses. something unreadable mars his face as he reaches over, tugging at the thin fabric of your tiny silk dress. “bit much for a second date, huh?”
god, he is just so painfully in love jealous that it’s ripping him in two. he hates the way you smell, the way you do your hair, the way you giggle at everything. he almost can’t stand to watch as you play dress up for a man who doesn’t even fuck you properly—not to choso’s standards anyway.
after the first date you brought the man home, and much to both of your dismay, you were greeted with choso’s unwelcoming presence—a slender and shirtless frame sprawled across the couch like the damn man of the house. he held a can of soda and a glowering snarl that he hoped would ward the loser off.
but later that night, he could make out the sounds of your pleasureful cries as they bled through your bedroom walls. he felt sick to his stomach, but then he could hear the way you mistakenly moaned his name instead, and it ruined him. he stroked his poor, aching cock so angrily that night, nothing evident but you.
that loser wouldn’t push you up the bathroom sink and yank your panties down. he wouldn’t whisper horrible things into your ear while fingering that pretty, aching pussy. definitely wouldn’t rub your clit so sloppy that you’re begging to feel his cock instead. choso knows he’s the only man that will fuck you the way that slutty cunt deserves.
“does he know that you let me fuck you like a slut?” choso asks offhandedly. he’s mindlessly twirling one of your makeup brushes between his fingers, chin resting within the palm of his opposing hand. “and that you begged me to cum inside of you like what… an hour before your first date?”
you smooth your hands down your dress, shifting uncomfortably in your seat. choso is brash and bitter and impolite and you made the honest mistake of falling for him; now you can’t seem to get rid him. you’re addicted and he knows it—knows he’s the only one that’s ever made you cum, the only one that’s seen the way you really like to fuck.
“you should tell him,” he’s closer now, button nose pressed to your cheek, inhaling. “think he’d stay with you if he knew that his new little girlfriend was letting her roommate cum inside of her pussy, huh?”
“c— choso, he’s on his way, please.”
“he’ll just have to fucking wait then, won’t he?”
a big, cunning hand is spreading your thighs and cupping your bare pussy. choso gasps, utterly staggered by the sudden warmth of your sticky arousal and how it’s drooooling down the palm of his hand. you can’t help but to bite your lip, swallowing the pathetic little whimper that sits in your chest.
“were you gonna let him fuck you in this?” as one of his big hands trail beneath the fabric of your dress, you nod. “yeah? were you gonna let him pull your dress up like this and fuck that pretty little pussy?”
“yes,” it’s only a breath as you roll your hips into his hand, chasing that warm, delicious friction. “but i want it to be you… wan’ you to f-fuck me. he doesn’t touch me right.”
“i know, baby,” he coos, holding out his hands for you. “he’s a fucking loser, isn’t he?”
a loud, assenting whimper leaves you as you clamber over to him. choso grins widely, something wicked flickering in his darkened gaze as he pulls you onto his lap. he audibly inhales your scent before groaning into your skin. warm, calloused hands creep further up your dress, silky fabric bunching around your waist. you’re dizzy off of his touch, head spinning like a record as you arch into his embrace. god, you’re perfect like this.
this always feels so right and you hate it. you hate the way he smells, the way you let him touch you, the way he makes you feel. you hate how the palpable thud of your heart beats somewhere much deeper, much more aching. and you hate that he knows how to get you so fucking wet that you’re crying to feel his big, pretty cock inside of you.
“please just fuck me,” you’re just whining so perfectly for him while you impatiently fist the waistband of his sweats. “choso, please?” you sound hungry, much like your gaze and eager hands as you successfully bare his long, pretty shaft. “i want it… wanna feel your cock before he gets here.”
“yeah? you want me to ruin that pussy before you go? you’re so wet for it,” the entirety of his palm is sliding between your swollen, glossy lips and you shudder. “you missed my cock, huh?” the smile that cracks along his face is unmistakably possessive.
your arousal drips from his fingers like honey as he grips the base of his hooked shaft, indulgently slathering your essence down to his balls. another big hand claims your hip, forcing you up to hover over the glistening head of his cock, slick dripping. choso slaps his sticky tip against your sloppy entrance thrice before sinking deeeep inside of your cunt in one, mean thrust.
he holds you still, toned arms wrapped near possessively around your body so that he can fuck you in place. you’re swallowing all of his long, intentional thrusts, that pretty pussy sucking him in so fucking deep that you’ve forgotten why you even wanted to move on in the first place.
choso lets off a deep, gutteral moan while grazing his teeth over the column of your throat. he licks your skin hungrily, his tongue so hot and wet that it makes you tighten around him in a horrendous need. arousal drips from your perfectly stuffed cunt down to the fat of his balls as they slap against your ass in loud, audible plaps!
“you’re mine,” choso breathes, fingers latching to the nape of your neck. “forever, you hear me? you’ll never escape me,” he’s forcing your head back to mark up your throat. a hand pulls you closer, deepening your pretty little arch. “don’t care how many fucking men you bring over here… you’ll just have to explain to them why you’ve already got someone else’s cum inside of you, won’t you?”
you gasp, brows furrowing in arousal. “cho, you’re s-so mean,”
“and he’s too fucking nice… you don’t like nice guys, they don’t fuck like this,” choso’s thumb drags over your aching clit and you whine into his ear. “he will never fuck you the way i do. god, does he even know that you like to get fucked like a w-whore, huh?” his lips settle against the warm spot that pulses below your jaw. “do you beg him to fuck you harder? deeper?”
“n-no, fuck… c— chosooo,”
“probably fucks you like you’re made of porcelain—too scared to break you but little does he fucking know.”
choso’s hand closes around your throat and you moan, pretty eyes threatening to cross like such a slut. he squeezes the sides of your neck, slender fingers creeping up your jaw. the pad of his thumb is prying your mouth open and rivulets of drool cascade down his hand. he kisses you sloppily, groaning into your honeyed mouth while tasting your saliva. for a moment he pulls away, a shiny wisp of spit tethering your bottom lips together.
“open your mouth,” he mutters, squishing your cheeks.
and you do, that wet, pretty tongue lolling out so obediently while you wait for his next command. choso’s fingers are threading throughout the hair at your nape, drawing your head back. his darkened gaze catches yours, holding the cruel contact while spitting into your awaiting mouth. a nasty, guttural sound leaves him as he begins to suck on your tongue, kissing you hungrily.
you’re a wreck, crying and whimpering around his cock like such a nasty girl while he fucks you from beneath, muttering nothing but filth into your ear. he’s stretching you out completely, his long, curved shaft fucking to the very back of your sloppy cunt like it’s the last thing he’ll ever do. and his hand are everywhere—wrapping around your throat, pulling at the fat of your ass, spreading you apart, and grazing over your hard, sensitive nipples.
“i wanna cummm,” you whimper. a cloud of dizzying arousal swirls in your tummy, your wet, aching pussy tightening around his cock so desperately. “wanna cum with you, please? choso, wanna feel your cum while i cum…”
“yeaaah, you want me to breed that pussy?” his cock throbs when you nod to him, balls tightening unbearably. “should just knock you up and keep you here forever… bear all my fucking kids, huhhh?”
the thought of bearing his children alone is what has you gushing down the length of his cock without warning. you’re gone, rutting your hips and arching your back like the greedy little thing he knows you are. you’re making such a mess, arousal trickling down to his balls, and it’s the feeling of your sloppy orgasm that has choso spilling a hot, syrupy load inside of your pulsing cunt.
“take it, take it… take all of my f-fucking cum, baby,” his hips stutter, breath hitching as he stuffs his face into the crook of your neck, hungrily biting your skin and growling. “you’re allll fucking mine—mine to fuck, mine to breed, mine to use whenever i want, yeah?”
choso nods your head for you, fingers digging into your cheeks while forcing your head up and down. pleased, he slips himself out of you to set you onto your bed, kindly pulling your dress back into place. a cruel smile plays his lips as you press your thighs together, knowing that his cum is leaking from your pretty little hole and surely staining the silk of your dress.
a loud knock at the front door makes you gasp, choso smiles.
“tell that loser i said hey.”
𝑾𝑯𝒀 𝑼𝑺𝑬 𝑨 𝑻𝑶𝒀 𝑾𝑯𝑬𝑵 𝒀𝑶𝑼 𝑯𝑨𝑽𝑬 𝑴𝑬? — gojo satoru.
imagine gojo fucking you with the dildo you bought to prepare yourself for his big dick 🧎♀️
cw. 18+ content mdni, dildo fucking & explicit language | wc. 2.2k
author's note. another one of my works from my previous blog ! happy reading <3
The first time you stumbled across 𝐒𝐀𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐔 freshly out of the shower, all naked and bare, the first thing your eyes caught sight of was that obscene baguette of a cock hanging between his legs. By then, you were convinced that he wasn't going to fit – at least, not easily. Your thesis was later proven to be correct when you had your first time with the ivory-haired male; tears immediately welling up in your eyes as you cried out in sheer pain. Of course, your boyfriend stopped his actions, making it his top priority to ensure your comfort and wellbeing. Since then, he didn't make any more advances – offering only his mouth and fingers for your pleasure, despite your many pleas telling him that you're ready.
It had been nearly a month now, and you had finally taken matters into your own hands. After all, desperate times called for desperate measures. While Satoru was off on a mission, you stared intently at the laptop screen, scrolling through the myriad of sex toys that are put on sale. What better way is there to stop your lovely boyfriend from holding himself back any longer than to buy a dildo to prepare yourself for him? Undeniably the mere image of his twitching cock being held down by the confines of his boxers and trousers made your mouth water. Eventually, after a couple minutes, you click on checkout.
It’s the next day, and your boyfriend is still away for a mission, and you find yourself staring at the box sitting in front of your door in surprise — honestly, you had expected it to come in a week. But then again, you’re back to business. Rushing back inside your abode, you plop the box down onto the kitchen table, tearing the cardboard with a scissor in nimble movements. Lo and behold, the extra large rainbow dildo rests upon the palms of your hands.
Blushing, you stare down at the lewd toy and you gulp.
You plop yourself back onto the comfort of your soft mattress; the freshly washed dildo and the small bottle of lube splayed out across the bed. at this point, you were already bare – your bra being the only garment left on your body. Leaning back on the mattress, your back makes contact with the soft and gentle plush of your pillow. You stretch your legs wide open and lick a thin stripe of saliva against your finger, rubbing it against your folds. A hitched breath escapes from your lips as you align the tip of the dildo with your aching hole. God, you desperately wish it's your boyfriend instead.
All you can think about is Satoru; his body above yours, his eyes staring lovingly into yours as his soft lips graze against your own. You shut your eyes closed, softly biting onto your lip as you press the large tip against your entrance —
“Guess who’s home~” The door suddenly opens and in barges your boyfriend, and as if the angels had sent him a message because of how much you have missed him, he finally returns from his week long mission. However within seconds, you both jumped in surprise — despite wearing his blindfold, you could tell by the way his mouth was agape that his eyes were ogling at the sight of a dildo pressed against your slick cunt. “Rainbow?”
As an immediate response, you cross your legs together and tossed the toy to the side; feeling an intense wave of embarrassment wash over your whole entire body. You want to evaporate, you really do. Your face feels undeniably warm, looking at your boyfriend bashfully. “Welcome home, ‘Toru.”
Without any words, Satoru makes long strides to the bed and he presses his lips onto yours, almost greedily; his fingers trails to the back of your head, cupping it as he kisses you deeper. Shortly after, he pulls away from your lips, leaving a thin string of saliva connecting your lips together. you can only look at him, both aroused and embarrassed.
“Were you planning on surprising me with this, my love?” Your boyfriend questions you, tearing the black fabric off his face; revealing his cerulean eyes blown out in arousal. You can barely utter a response, the embarrassment is simply too much for you to bear.
“Can't say that i'm too happy about this, though. Seein' you use a plastic dick instead of my own is making me a lil' jealous, y'know?”
You press a soft kiss against his cheek, looking at the male bashfully, “I'm sorry baby, i just wanted to prepare myself so I can take you better. That’s all.”
As if your words have ignited some sort of flame within him, all signs of fatigue from his mission has evaporated and he pulls you in for another heated kiss. “You’re so fuckin’ cute,” he says in between kisses, “you know that?”
You’re unable to reply, your brain already feeling mushed from the way his lips mold so nicely against yours and his hands brushing against your thighs. You can only hum against his lips, though you’re barely keeping track of what he’s saying. But when you see his hand travel towards the toy, you felt your cheeks heat up even more when he decides to lube it once more upon inspecting it.
“Out of everything, why rainbow?”
“it’s the closest thing to your size,” you reply, your voice soft yet it’s dripping in arousal. “I didn’t want you to keep holding back for my sake.”
Satoru glanced down at the toy and right back at you, grinning cockily. “Cute. I hope you know that this is still pretty small compared to my dick.”
he leans to your ear, playfully slapping the toy against your pussy. “Say, baby. Do you mind if I help you prepare?”
Fuck. How can you say no to that? You nod your head eagerly towards your boyfriend, unable to control your desperation and arousal. Your gaze trails down towards Satoru’s trousers and you could immediately feel your mouth water — the sight of his fat cock restrained by the confines of the tight fabric is a sight you’ve definitely missed seeing.
You softly gasp at the sudden, cool sensation of the lube being sprayed onto your folds and then your eyes rolling back shortly after when he sticks his long and thick finger inside your heat — effortlessly kissing your g-spot with the tips of his thick fingers before pulling away, eliciting a small whine from you.
“you’re already squeezing so tightly around my finger,” Satoru comments, a sly smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. “How are you going to take this dildo, let alone my dick, inside you?”
“I…” you try to find the words to speak, but a shocked squeak merely escaped your throat when he squirted a little bit of lube onto your juicy cunt; the cool liquid making your body jump slightly. Satoru chuckles softly at your reaction, leaning into your face to press a chaste kiss on your lips. “Sorry, hehe, you’re too cute I couldn’t help myself.”
He slides the tip of the dildo along your folds; starting from your clit to down your hole, pushing the tip ever so slightly to elicit a reaction out of you. You shiver slightly at the sensation, thrusting your hips softly against the plastic toy. There's no denying that you feel embarrassment washing over your entire being, yet there's also something awfully arousing about being at his complete submission.
“Try to relax yourself, 'kay baby?” You can hear Satoru's low voice ringing in your ears, dripping in complete arousal. You hum in response, eagerly nodding your head as you await his actions with your lips bitten in anticipation.
“Imagine that it’s my cock fucking you,” satoru says, chuckling deeply, “nice and deep.”
The moment he inserts the tip inside you, your toes immediately curl — your arms scrambling to find solace in his broad and brawny shoulders; your body writhing beneath his as he pushes the toy even deeper, deliciously stretching your velvety walls with his slow movements.
“Shit,” The ivory-haired male lets out a needy groan, his cerulean gaze locked onto your pussy; taking in the pornographic sight of your folds sucking the toy back in each time he pulls away — he’s unable to look away; he wants to see more.
“Baby, you think you take it even deeper?”
The sultry tone in Satoru’s voice sends immediate shocks of arousal straight to your heat, arching your back in delight when he presses his palm against the end of the dildo — pushing it deeper. He grins almost maniacally, relishing in the way you whimper so desperately for him; begging him to use his dick in lieu of a plastic toy.
“S-Satoru… please — I wan’ your cock so badly… Mmh—Oh!”
A loud mewl rips from your throat, your eyes widening as he slams the toy all the way; the head of the rainbow plastic cock planting a kiss on your cervix. You dig your nails deeper into his skin, your lips latching onto his shoulder to mask the desperate moans that threaten to escape your lips. Satoru licks his lips, his jaw clenching at your cute reactions.
He’s tempted, and that's an understatement — he's beyond horny and desperate, yet there's an inkling of curiosity egging him on; wanting to see how you'd react if it was his fat cock instead. He brushes a finger on your face, bringing a strand of hair behind your ear; leaving whispers of praise. After all, you’re taking the dildo so fucking well. He watches, amused, as he pulls the toy back – his eyes glued onto your slick juices coating the ridges before he slams in back inside, laughing almost sadistically when you let out a cry.
It isn't long before he increases his speed, his lips whispering sweet nothings in your ears as he relentlessly fucks the dildo inside your wall, and t's taking everything within him to ignore the ache dwelling in his pants – twitching within the confines of his boxers as he continues to pleasure you.
"F-fuck! 'Toru–mm! Please, baby, I-I'm so fuckin' close please I want your dick so badly – I p-promise i can take it now – Ah!"
Jaws slacked and eyes blown out in lust, he stares keenly at the juices trickling down your gaping hole; your thighs trembling and jumping each and every time he slams the rainbow toy inside you.
"Is that right?" Satoru grunts, licking his lips. He increases the fervour with his thrusts, beads of sweat trickling down his forehead as he imagines that it's his own cock going in and out of you.
"You're doing so fuckin' good, baby – takin' that toy like a fuckin' champ, yeah? I'll give you my dick right after this. You just have to cum good for me, 'kay?"
His groans comes in tandem with your lewd moans as nears you to your release. He truly revels the way your hips rock frantically against his hands, moaning desperately against his shoulder before you tense on the spot – your juices spraying all over his hand, dampening the bedsheets and a loud cry of his name leaves your trembling lips.
"Mmm... shit." Satoru sighs, staring down at you as he unbuckles his belt with ease, and your eyes snap over to his boxers; your mouth instantly watering at the sight of the humongous bulge as well as the pre-cum that dampened the grey fabric. A delicious sight. He slips out of the garment, almost teasingly and he laughs at the wanton look plastered across your face.
In languid movements, he rubs his giant dick in front of you; relishing in the sight of desperation that is plastered across your face while he teases you. "You've been so hungry for my cock, yeah? You're such a dirty, dirty girl."
"Please, 'Toru." you whimper, you can feel the tears of frustration slowly building up in your eyes. God, you want him so bad. Eventually, he returns to you; reconnecting his lips with yours in an arduous kiss. He leans you back to the mattress, his lips never once leaving yours as he unclasps your bra with one hand in ease. You gasp when you feel his hands immediately grasping at your soft mounds; his fingers rubbing, pulling and twisting at the erect buds.
When you pull away, a thin string of saliva is what was left that connected your lips together and you stare longingly at him through bated breaths — your breathing has gone even faster; your heart pounding against your chest as you watch Satoru align his cock to your needy cunt. It's going to happen now, you thought to yourself, biting your lips.
"Hey, baby. you think you can cum like that again?" He asks as he rubs his fat cock against your drenched folds, eliciting a sweet and needy moan from your lips.
Satoru has long lost his grasp on the remaining control he had on himself. There's a carnal look in his eyes, yet it only makes you all the more excited.
"I want you to cum like that on my dick this time, baby. You think you can give it to me?"
© 6TORU — do not copy, modify, or translate any of my works.
★ thinking about how toji cleans you up after sex — not with the traditional combination of soap and water, but with his tongue. naturally.
the first time it happens, when you collapse against the mattress after countless rounds of intense passion, body aching in every possible crevice and mind hazy with the clouds of leftover pleasure, the last thing you expect is to feel straggly strands of black hair tickling your thighs.
“mmm… toji, what are y’doing?” you murmur tiredly, eyelids droopy as as you gaze down at where he’s currently trailing several lazy, open-mouthed kisses up the skin of your quivering thighs.
“what does it look like, baby?” he rumbles airily between warm brushes of his scarred lips, dark eyes flickering up to meet yours with a hint of amusement glinting in his irises. “gonna clean you up real good.”
“but… ‘m still sensitive there, can’t you just use a damp cloth or something?” you begin to protest, however your words quickly trail off into incoherency once you feel him place a smooch directly upon your abused cunt.
“no can do, pretty,” he huffs lightly, trailing a pudgy thumb down your puffy folds to where his milky cum is still slowly trickling out of your little hole. “i made the mess so i’m gonna be the one who cleans it up.”
“but—”
“no more buts,” toji admonishes with a click of his tongue, wrapping a strong arm around your stomach to keep you in place while he blows a soft, teasing puff of air over your fluttering pussy. “now be quiet and let me do my job.”
…well, when he puts it like that you can’t really think of any sane reason to argue further.
but despite how rough he was just mere moments ago while he was ruthlessly pounding you into the bed, the way he scoops his own sticky release out of you with the tip of his tongue is anything but rough — in fact, it could even be described as gentle.
he’ll keep eye contact with you the entire time too, both pools of greyish-blue locked directly on your own with each drag of his bumpy tastebuds throughout your spongy, hypersensitive walls.
and when he finally deems his work satisfactory and pulls you into his bulky yet tender embrace, you decide maybe toji’s method of cleaning you up isn’t so bad after all.
gn!reader - 18+ MDNI (literally just bro fucking you in a mating press but sweetly lmao)
“hold these for me.”
satoru’s body weight presses into you, folding at your knees. shaky hands wrap around the underside of your thighs, pulling them flush to your chest.
“that’s it, just like that,” he smiles through the praise. “you’re doing so good for me, so, so good.”
everything in your body feels hot, despite the brisk morning air making its way into your bedroom. maybe it’s your own blood pumping faster with each erratic beat, maybe it’s the sweat collecting in the space between you, maybe it’s the way he now hits deeper at this new angle until all you can do is take it. your heart struggles to contract when you feel him in your lungs.
“you feel fucking incredible, you’re divine, you’re everything.”
satoru was always a talker, but you don’t mind his voice. it keeps you grounded, it reminds you not to let go. the grip on your legs tightens.
little cries of “oh fuck” or “so good” leave his lips, warm words landing in your ears.
you can tell he’s getting close by the way they lose their shape, morphing into incoherent whines.
and of course, by the way his hips stutter.
at this point he’s rutting into you, paceless and greedy. his hands find purchase on any part of your skin he can grab, as if he could pull you into him and keep you there, as if he could possibly go any deeper.
your legs are starting to burn, stretched to their limits, but you pull harder, inviting him in. deeper, and deeper, and deeper. you can’t help the moans slipping from your throat with each thrust, and he swallows them with a grin.
hair tickles your cheek when he buries himself into your neck.
he doesn’t have to announce anything beyond the soft whispers of “i love you” muttered into your skin - his cock twitching inside you is enough. as he fills you, warmth spreads through your body, blanketed under him.
your legs relax and sink into the bed, your now-free hands cradling him. one traces up his spine, the other running through his hair. he melts into you, a fluid in the shape of satoru.
your lips rest on his forehead, his skin warm.
a/n: i promise i’ll write long things again ckdkckdkckdkdk i’m working on nnn it will be done soon i promise i promise i promise
his number one girl and his number one fan
pairing: streamer!Choso x fem!reader
content: MDNI, cockwarming, exhibitionism, chat is bullying Choso so hard, established relationship, use of pet names (baby, princess), modern AU, unprotected piv sex, Choso being a tease(but he talks you through it)
a/n: based on this ask!!
art by @aransmind and divider by @anitalenia!
"Worst stream of the year. Okay, dunno why I read that one," Choso murmured, scratching the back of his hair and squinting at the incoming chat messages.
thesixeyes:there's NO way he's actually this bad lololol
k1ng0fcurs3s: have you considered killing yourself?
Maybe he wasn't the best at this game (or any), but still, ouch. Most of the other streamers he'd become friends with over the past year probably would just time the guy out, get their mods to ban the worst offenders, but his mod team only consisted of one person - his younger brother.
And he hated asking Yuji to do anything - even if it was something he volunteered for.
Sometimes he was tempted to quit. But then again, if he'd never started streaming, he never would've met you.
"Do any of you guys know where I'm supposed to go next?" He brushed it off, returning his attention to the map on the screen, his mouth automatically curled up just at the idea of you probably watching from the bedroom, curled up in his blankets with your phone propped up on the pillow.
chosospr1ncess: end stream pls
And now the image of you had new details, your hand between your thighs, your canines tugging at your lower lip. Impatient and needy, soft whispers of his name falling from your mouth.
"Hold on a sec, chat," He muttered, picking up his phone from his desk, opening up his messages to send you a short one: Come here.
Your laugh was loud enough to hear through the not-entirely-effective soundproofing padding the wall separating his office from the bedroom. Choso wasn't the only one who heard.
The chat was going faster than he could read, half of them calling just calling bullshit.
"You guys wanna meet my girlfriend?" He paused the game now, readjusting the camera higher, cutting off everything below his chest. The new chorus of she's not real and he's actually lost it was interrupted by two short knocks on the door. "Come in, baby."
It took a single look at the blush staining your cheeks to know his fantasy wasn't just fiction, the slight tremble in your legs as you walked over to his gaming chair.
He tugged you into his lap once you were within reach, brushing the hair off your neck and wrapping his arms tight around your waist. God, he didn't think he'd ever smelled anything so delicious.
"Isn't she pretty?"
Perched on his thighs, your lips fixed in an adorable pout at being interrupted, glancing between him and the webcam then over to the chat, currently flooded with accusations and theories that he must've paid you.
"You gonna say hi to them, baby?" He muttered in your ear, humming softly against your skin, a thin sheen of sweat making a few stray hairs stick to your neck from your attempt at keeping preoccupied without him.
"Hi," You repeated, already squirming in his lap before he'd even done anything.
k1ng0fcurs3s: are you as bad in bed as you are playing this?
k1ng0fcurs3s: id fuck your girl better
"Yuji, ban that guy," You moved the mouse, frowning as you talked, copying the username of and sending it to the private chat already open offscreen.
While he'd rather be the one taking care of you, it was sweet to see you get worked up on his behalf, readjusting on his lap like he'd somehow miss the damp spot on your panties soaking through his sweatpants, the slick still coating your thighs.
You were reading whatever message caught your attention next, too distracted to notice his hands tugging down his sweatpants, freeing his cock so he could shove your underwear and tiny shorts aside. It wasn't until he already aligned himself, started inching his way that you realized what he really called you in here for.
"I, um, oh-" Your stutter was adorable, your spine going stiff as you clamped down around him. But there was almost no resistance, not after you had prepped yourself so nicely for him.
"She can be a little camera shy," Choso informed the chat, scooting the chair closer, watching your face in frame in the bottom corner, all glossy-eyed and flustered.
"Y-yeah," You stammered, really squirming now as he suddenly brought you down all the way on him under the guise of readjusting, barely managing to control your facial expressions in front of the thousand or so people currently tuned in live absolutely oblivious to the fact you were being crammed full of your boyfriend's cock.
"Since I apparently suck at this, why don't you try?" He casually offered, his voice gravelly, struggling not to get caught up in the sinful way you seemed to suck him in. How tightly your thighs were pressed together, the throb of your walls around him while your chin barely bobbed in reply. "What do you guys think?"
Embarrassingly enough for him, even with his tip grinding against your cervix, forced to swallow your moans at every throb and twitch of his cock filling you up, you were still doing better than he was ten minutes ago.
Dodging attacks and actually striking down the creepy-looking monsters, your brows knitted together so tightly while you tried desperately to concentrate on the screen, clicking frantically with the mouse and hitting the keys. Each time you jolted at a new jumpscare was some new form of torture, his attempts at teasing twisted back on him when he couldn't do anything except twitch, barely restraining the temptation to turn the camera off and fuck you right there on the desk.
"Shit," Your curse came out more like a whine when you died, chipping away at his cool facade, his forearm pressing you tighter against his chest, hips rolling ever-so-slightly up to drive himself deeper.
"Just load the last save," He quietly instructed, resting his chin on your collarbone and wondering if the camera was sharp enough to pick up how you shuddered at the hoarse sound of his voice, lips pressing together tightly to conceal the noise you were so desperate to make.
thesixeyes: he'd know lol he's already died like fifty times
"You havin' fun?" Choso ignored the chat, ignored the game, his attention entirely devoted by how much you were tensing up listening to him talk. Using his muscled forearm to add more pressure, not particularly caring how clingy of a boyfriend he probably looked on screen.
Who could blame him when his girlfriend was you?
If you were in the room, he had to be touching you, whether it was a hand on your waist or his mouth on your neck. He tried - really - to give you space, but it was like you had hollowed every inch of his heart out, everything empty without your touch, your scent, your warmth to fill the ache.
"Mhm," You made a tiny noise, blinking too fast, lashes fluttering too hard. Trying to discreetly grind down against him, search for any sort of friction to soothe the burn from being stuck and stretched in place. You started the save back up, eyes narrowing like you needed to focus just to die again at the first enemy that popped up. "Fuck."
"Sorry, sweetheart," He hummed, his hand drifting down and out of sight of the camera to rub against your poor, neglected clit. Massaging rough circles over the swollen bud, your entire body freezing at his heavy touch. "Keep trying."
Craning your head back to look at him, to shield your silent plea pout from your audience, his own muscles tensing at how cute you looked like that, your bottom lip pushed out and chewed up from how much you'd been biting it since you sat down. He wanted to kiss it, to tug it between his own teeth, to taste you on his tongue and trace every last inch of you.
"It's hard," Your complaint was strained, your thighs rustling together as you shifted your weight, like you couldn't decide if you should get up or stay there. He rolled your clit between two sturdy fingers though, your jaw going slack at the sudden sensation, your eyes practically glazed over and mouth in a pretty little 'o' as you kept your focus on him.
"You can handle it," Choso reassured, like sweat wasn't pricking at his own brows, a few loose strands of his bangs starting to stick to his forehead. Still, he nodded back towards the screen, your attention reluctantly returning to the game. "Keep going."
Watching you through the camera while all the assholes in chat watched him fuck you, the comments that had been cruel before now filled with cheesy compliments (and a few crude ones too that he'd be sure to take care of himself later.)
Your movements were jittery, fingers hitting the keys at the wrong time, missing hits even he thought were easy, somehow managing to get turned around and lost. Your face all scrunched together when you skimmed over the chat for tips as if Choso's wasn't currently smashed against your cervix. You were close, your breathing uneven, everything squeezing so hard like the pressure was too much, the tension ready to snap at any second.
"Do, I, um-" You paused, your pitchy voice struggling to finish like you were too fucked out to remember what you were trying to ask in the first place.
All it took was one more rough drag of his thumb over the sensitive bundle of nerves, and it was over, a moan you couldn't contain spilling out that, your hand flying over your mouth, attempting to disguise the sound as a cough while you scrunched your eyes closed.
"Feeling okay, princess?" He teased, muttering softly into your skin while your thighs trembled on top of his. The hazy look in your eyes, like you had half as many brain cells than what you came in there with.
"Just, uh, had something in my throat," You excused, sucking in a sharp breath while you squirmed from the constant stimulation. If you wanted something in your throat, he would be more than happy to oblige.
Anything for you.
"C'mon, baby, wanna try again?"
🩵Just the sight of you makes Touya's mouth water. As a man covered in rough scarring and staples, your soft curves and smooth skin take his breath away. That fat ass is a nice bonus too.
🩵He knows you have insecurities, so he'll take every opportunity to make sure you know how attractive he finds you. Whether it's complimenting you out of the blue, whispering the naughty things he wants to do to you into your ear or sometimes, he'll simply press his clothed, erect cock against your ass, so you can feel what you do to him simply by being in his presence.
🩵He's extremely protective of you. If he hears anyone giving you shit, hitting on you or doing anything to make you question your relationship with him, he won't hesitate to burn the source of trouble to ash.
🩵You call the bits of fat on the top of your jeans a muffin top, but Touya, of course, insists that they're love handles. "Just more for me to hold onto while I'm fuckin' ya, Doll" he'd always mumble while he kissed along your neck.
🩵He'll spend hours running his hands over every inch of your body. Stretch marks, bumps, rolls, curves, he doesn't give a single fuck, he loves every bit of it, every bit of you.
🩵He gets a lot of joy in slapping your ass to see it jiggle. It almost instantly makes him hard and your reaction always puts a smile on his handsome face.
🩵This man LOVES eating you out. Having his head between your thick thighs, his tongue inside you, it feels like a dream to him. He'd stay there all night if you'd allow it.
🩵Touya absolutely will not tolerate self deprecating comments. If he hears you being 'naughty' like that, you'll pay for it in the bedroom. He'll eagerly bring you to brink of orgasm over and over again, a lustful grin on his face as his strong, skilled hands work their magic between your legs. Touya will spend hours punishing your poor throbbing clit mercilessly, withholding your orgasm from you until you take back whatever awful things you'd said about yourself.
🩵He fucking loses his mind when you finally agree to ride him. It took some coaxing and convincing that you weren't too heavy and sure enough, you aren't, as you sink down on his thick cock. He takes you by surprise when his strong arms lift you and drop you back down like you're nothing, making you both groan in ecstasy.
🩵Touya is convinced you're the best cuddler on the planet. Not only does he think you're so soft and cute, but your curves are perfect for resting his arms in as he wraps them around you to pull you closer. You may see yourself as flawed, but he knows your beautiful and as long as he's with you, this man is on cloud nine.
pussydrunk!Sukuna who insists he's only doing it to warm you up for the real deal.
pussydrunk!Sukuna who throws your legs over his shoulder like you weigh nothing, making snarky remarks about how this is just 'foreplay', and not to get too cocky.
pussydrunk!Sukuna who grips your waist hard, going face first into your weeping pussy without intake for air, tongue immediately hitting your most sensitive spots.
pussydrunk!Sukuna who still hasn't come up for air, now moving his attention to what you think is his favorite—your clit, now swollen and tender with how latched he is on it; kitty licks with sucking like it'll kill him.
pussydrunk!Sukuna who rides you through your first orgasm by adding two of his girthy fingers to the mix, pushing them out of your hot walls that clench around his digits every stroke and curl.
pussydrunk!Sukuna who finally comes up to take a breath, chin covered with a translucent sheen of your cum—a nasty trail of slick following him as he gives you a stupid grin; teasing you by slowly lowering himself to your oversensitive sex to continue his ministrations despite your pleas.
pussydrunk!Sukuna who grumbles a short, "Shut up", when you tell him it's becoming too much, hands on your waist only getting tighter to make sure you won't run away; tongue seeming to reach down your messy cunt further as punishment.
pussydrunk!Sukuna who gets annoyed at you for interrupting his feasting with your constant shoving and twisting while you try and get him away from your overstimulated sex, but only getting a slap! on your pussy in return.
pussydrunk!Sukuna who has never seemed more grateful to be a curse in his life with how much stamina he has, each orgasm of yours only resulting in him trying harder to drag another out of you.
pussydrunk!Sukuna who actually moans in pleasure of you hitting your 6th straight orgasm of the night from his eating, the only relief you get is him stopping to grunt, "The next better have you squirting".
pussydrunk!Sukuna who smiles deep in your weeping pussy (so swollen with sensitivity that you're numb) at your screams of his name along with the rough tugs at his hair begging him to give you a break.
pussydrunk!Sukuna who finally is satisfied as you squirt long and hard with tears falling down your cheeks, the liquid that he can't catch in his mouth ending up in his hair, the sheets, and his chest—not like he minds though.
pussydrunk!Sukuna who runs his calloused hand up and down your back when you pass out from tiredness, feeling accomplished he made you hit seven orgasms in 2 and a half hours, but who's really counting?