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exhibition w kaku where he's talking on the phone with the haitanis and u suck him off under the table and he's having a hard time forming words bcos your game too good 😭

EYES ON ME — KAKUCHO

cw. oral (m! receiving), blushy bois that turn feral, cucking (ish), dirty talk, daddy kink, mentions of a breeding kink, ran tries to humiliate kakucho but reader is a real one, degradation, voyuerism, tit job, mild exhibitionism, nipple play, cockwarming

“—and we would have to provide the firearms for the—“ 

kakucho’s face on the screen pauses, and the other executives wait for him to respond. through the small square, ran studies how he bit his lip, shaking his head slightly side to side as if to dispel a harried thought. 

“s-sorry,” he clears his throat, a light blush forming on his cheeks.

on the other end of the screen, underneath the luxurious l-shaped desk that housed bonten’s most important documents, you swirl your tongue over his weeping slit and pause in your ministrations. 

kakucho makes the mistake of flitting his gorgeous dual-colored eyes down to where you’re kneeling between his spread thighs, and his blush deepens. 

“if i didn’t know any better,” ran’s drawl catches his attention from the sinful sight spread beneath him. “i would think you’re getting some good ol’ head underneath that damn desk.”

as much as he wants to sock ran in the face for his sleazy words, he can’t dispute nor confirm them.

in hindsight, if he wasn’t so busy with his work, your poor husband wouldn’t have been punished by your slick mouth or velvet tongue lapping at his balls.

wouldn’t have to endure the sight of you curling your fingers into your warm and wet heat, or the way your tits strain against the see-through blouse you had worn which led him into this mess in the first place.

for the first time in his life, the dark-haired man curses how advanced technology is and wishes this meeting was done face-to-face so he wouldn’t have to be subjected to your torment.

but mikey’s wife had an emergency today and he needed to stay home which resulted in your absolute joy at having him back for the first time in days.

how could he tell you—his sweet, beautiful and patient wife no—when with just one bat of your eyelashes, you had convinced him to let you suck him off under the desk while japan’s most dangerous organization discussed how to take down a prickly firearms dealer?

a fucking witch, that’s what you are. you have him all wrapped up in your pretty french-tipped finger and you weren’t even aware of it.

kakucho narrows his eyes at the older haitani. a second too late in responding to his teasing. “i’m n-not.”

barely even convincing when his voice faltered. ran’s grin widened. below the table, you tongue at his balls, leaving a strip of saliva on his slick length only to nuzzle your cheek on the pulsing red tip, smearing his pre cum all over your teasing grin.

kakucho bit down on a whimper.

mikey blinks. “if you have unfinished business with your wife, i suggest you get it over with and not disrupt this meeting.” 

mustering his strength after being called out by the head of bonten himself, kakucho sinks his fingers in your hair, holding you back and nodding firmly into the camera. 

“i’m not feeling a little too well today but we can still continue on.” lying through his teeth while your tongue dances over his sticky tip. his grip goes lax and you move back onto his cock with an eagerness that would’ve made him proud if takeomi didn’t start talking about the history of trade wars between two warring gangs in tokyo.

he wasn’t even listening—mesmerized by the sight of your plush lips stretched around his aching length. how they were glossy from the combination of your favorite cherry balm, spit, and his precum. tenderly, he swipes a bit of drool from your chin, and you hum, repaying his kindness by taking him down your whole throat. 

kakucho would’ve jumped out of his skin and yelled if he wasn’t quick enough to switch off the camera.

panting, his colleagues become a distant memory; lust warring with common sense to come out on top. the blood rushing through his ears drowns out any last shred of rationale. 

that and the soft flesh of your tits bouncing after being released from the confines of your skimpy blouse had something to do with his sudden speechlessness. his jaw goes slack when you wedge his cock in between the valley of your plush fat, jerking him off with your sweet tits. placing a kiss on the flushed and angry red tip whenever it got close to your lips. a whimper slips past his gritted teeth and kakucho lays his head back. 

he doesn’t even notice when the call has gone silent. 

how could he when he could barely focus only on the slurping sounds of your mouth sinking over and over again on his cock?

you dribble a globe of spit on his aching tip and his cheeks heat up, those beautiful dual-hued eyes at half-mast studying you intently.

kakucho’s head lolls to the side, soft pants escaping his pretty mouth. 

“eyes on me, daddy,” you murmur, and his breathing hitch. “want you to watch me taking your cock.” 

at your words, you clamber onto his lap, smiling sweetly despite your devious motions of fisting his length and running his tip through your folds. kakucho desperately slams his lips on yours, and you love how he was slowly unraveling under you. 

the power it gave you to see your usual stoic husband losing it was heady—leaving you lightheaded.

to finally ease the ache in your cunt, you plant your hands on his shoulders, sinking down onto his throbbing cock. 

“ohh ffuccckkk,” kakucho hisses, eyes falling completely close at the sensation of your velvet walls melting around his length. from his attached microphone, someone groans. 

his eyes snap wide open, trying to stop you from swiveling your hips, but you were too far gone. sweet whimpers and your needy hands burying in his hair, you push his his face in between your tits and your whines were unmistakable to the men who were listening in.

heavy breaths and the clinking of belts slipping off tented pants; the rest of the men were enjoying your little show.

“daddy, daddy, please,” your whimpers join the cacophony of shuddered breaths coming from his earpiece.

“begging like a bitch in heat.” ran’s voice on the other hand.

“bet she’s creaming, too.” rindou’s observation prompts him to look between your joint bodies. the rings of white on the base of his cock have him immobilized, unable to even stop this from happening. your tongue slips into his mouth, and your hips stutter over his cock.

takeomi clicks his tongue and sanzu jeers. “don’t act like you ain’t enjoying this, old man.”

to his surprise and mortification, mikey chuckles from the other end of the line. “never would’ve pinned kaku-chan for someone who shares his wife.”

at the expense of the youngest bonten member’s pride, the older men made comments on your body; how you would scream under each of them and how they would teach you a lesson to put you back in your place. his anger was igniting, the ugly monster rearing its head and he snarls, lifting you from his lap to slam you down onto the desk. 

your squeaks alert the other members, and he doesn’t offer an explanation, taking out one wireless bud and placing it in your left ear for you both to share the mic. 

“k-kaku—”

“say hi to the boys, love.” 

your eyes widen like saucers, and you don’t have time to voice out your surprise, his cock already ramming into you at a punishing pace. 

“fuck!” 

a snicker. “damn. bet her little pussy was not prepared for that.” 

you could hardly believe this. kakucho was insane. he wasn’t himself, as evident from how he was plowing into you, barely caring that you were scratching his back, a silent reprieve for him to slow down. what could’ve made your taciturn and level-headed husband this unhinged? 

you found the reason for his outlandish behavior soon enough. 

“don’t pretend like his cock is enough, doll,” ran drawls. “i know you’re keening ‘cause you want us, too.”

your head was pulsing, and you were not in control of your barely concealed anger when you whisper, “you’re wrong.”

silence resounds from the usually cocky executive.

moaning in a way that would make even a pornstar blush, you cry out, “daddy! god—fuck, love your cock, daddy!” panting, you twine your fingers in his midnight blue hair, forcing him to look into your eyes as you swirl your hips. wanting to mean every single word you say to him. 

palm on your belly, you hiccup, “can f-feel you so deep in me, s’like your cock was meant for me—you’re so big. so so big i—ah!” 

kakucho, emboldened by your responses, grins and leans forward to place a sloppy kiss on your parted lips; his tongue dips into your mouth and samples your sweet whimpers. 

“yeah? like my cock? say it,” he growls. “say ‘i love daddy’s big cock’.”

“i love daddy’s big cock,” you wail, watery eyes locking on his glossy ones. “i love my daddy’s big cock!” 

the thought of the rest of the executives on the other end completely slips your mind. you rub tight circles on your throbbing clit as your husband pounds into you from above, his delectable deep tones urging you to spill your orgasm for him.

“give it to me, pretty.” you were never one to find begging attractive, but when your husband did it? you creamed even more. “give me your cum and i’ll give you mine. my pretty, pretty baby. my love, my y/n. fuck i know you can give it to me good so do it now, b-baby, oh—fuck...”

“s’all yours,” you whine pathetically, tears dribbling down your face. “pussy all yours, daddy. all yours. made just for you, kakucho.”

he grazes his lips with yours, so lost in the sensation of your sweet cunt clamping down on him. “yeah? all mine, huh? that’s right. this is my pussy, my fucking property—ah, fuck—g-gonna—”

kakucho stutters, watching with rapt zeal as you play with your clit and nipples while he continues to fuck into your creamy mess. that sight alone was worth more than a hundred lame lap dances his comrades received. easily beating out the best porn on the internet because this was you. 

his perfect wife. the love of his life. the one whose soul, body, and mind was made for him. 

white explodes behind his eyes and he surges into you with one hard thrust, stilling to spill his cum deep in you. 

your body twitches; lost in the throes of this shared orgasm. “that’s it daddy, god give me your cum, love it when you paint me all white and pretty with it, want your babies please, please—love you, love you daddy.”

kakucho melts into you, kissing you softly on the cheek and temple.

a cough resounds on the other end and he’s genuinely surprised that the rest of bonten were still on the call. 

“that was... interesting,” he could picture kokonoi’s leer. 

someone sighs. “god me when?” 

sanzu giggles. “maybe in your next life, old man.” 

an awkward throat clearing. “so. should we continue on with the meeting?” ran’s surly tone would’ve made him laugh if mikey’s next words didn’t leave him reeling with disbelief.

“you boys go ahead. i have some... stuff... to discuss with my wife.”

the ‘stuff’ is evident when mikey’s call disengages and so does his phone. a tell tale sign he was spending—ahem, quality time—with his own wife.

how easily these women turned the fearsome bonten men into putty.

kakucho gives you a fond smile and brings you into his arms, sinking back into the office chair and grabbing a blanket to wrap around your shoulders. you were already dozing off, content to warm his cock, nestling your face in the crook of his neck.

you flinch slightly when he leans forward to give you a kiss on the forehead, shaky from the overstimulation. 

not even caring that you were astride on his lap, he took the stray bud back from you and stuck it into his other ear, pushing back his tousled hair. switching his camera back on, he was met by five incredulous faces, all staring at his reddened cheeks and the half-naked woman asleep in his arms.

kakucho tries hard not to smirk, face perfectly composed. eat your hearts out, you bastards; y/n is mine and mine alone.

as if he didn’t just fuck his wife’s brains out in front of his colleagues, kakucho clears his throat and continues on like nothing has happen.

“as i was saying, we would have to provide the firearms through a secret distribution channel that i managed to hack...”

a/n. COMBUSTING. he’s so sexy when he’s feral i love him so much ;__;

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OFFSIDE CRUSH | “IS SHAWTY OKAY???”

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Not so fun, Fun Facts 😝:

1. The texts with her mom were originally going to be with Nagi, but you chose to have her go to her mom instead to show how isolated she’s starting to feel from the boys.

2. The group chat is unusually quiet this chapter not because they don’t care, but because they don’t know how to approach her after everything blew up. Even Bachira’s holding back.

3. Nagi has typed and deleted at least 5 messages to her, but hasn’t sent any. He’s trying to respect the distance, but it’s killing him too.

4. Ego didn’t yell at her during their meeting. Instead, his disappointment was calm, and that hurt more than anything.

5. Nagi still has the playlist on repeat (specifically Freudian by Daniel Caesar & Baptized In Fear by The Weeknd)

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you ever read a fanfic and just sit back and think…someone wrote something THIS good… and then just….published it on the internet….for free…..

can you plssss do a jealous angsty smut with MMA!Toji? i love me some angst 😣😣😣

✵ UNWARRANTED LUST ✵

mma!toji hates how his relationship needs to be a secret, he hates it more when he can’t say anything when someone’s flirting with his girlfriend

✵ MMA!Toji Fushiguro x reader ✵

✵ tags — angsttt + age gap + jealous toji + crying + overstimulat*on + subspace + squ*rting + blo*d (in mma fight)+ spit k*nk + makeup s3x + sum soft toji + dacryphilia + pet names + pnssy slapping + nsfw + sfw +

✵ notes — I’ve gotten soo many requests for an angst with mma!toji, yall rlly like the pain💀 some were super specific and idk if I’ll have time to do each one, so I chose the most vague request and will try and combine the ones that were sent it — so again thxs to everyone that has been reading mma!toji and expressing their likes!

18+ — MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

a quick fyi — most mma fighters only fight like 2-3 times a year but for the purposes of this mma au, I’m disregarding this…:p

toji was your first serious relationship. though you’ve been dating for about two months now. you felt such adoration for him. he taught you so many new things. he was also the man to take your virginity away. him being older than you also had benefits. specifically his understanding nature and the way he spoils you, maybe a little too much. but then there’s his own problems…

the cold drink dribbled down his chin, slipping to his chest as he continued to chug the water. the constant sound of laughter and the beating music of the gym was making his blood pressure rise. his eyes flickering over to the source of the angelic voice. seeing the squint of her adorable eyes as she laughed, her cheeks a dusty pink. but the scene was soured by the man that was drooling over her.

“toji?” getou’s voice brought toji back to his training match in the ring. getou bouncing on his feet as he waited for toji to return.

“mm,” toji grunts, setting his water down as he fixed his hand wrappings, as he stood up. toji’s new couch, sukuna, was instructing him, however, his words were going in one ear and out the other.

“you didn’t know that now did you?” the gruff voice of a fellow fighter echoed through the gym. did it bother toji that he couldn’t outwardly shout and tell them to leave his girlfriend alone? at the moment she was just here to do her job and get photos of him for the paper. she was covering his next fight in the paper, and it was not public knowledge that they were together.

“what’s the problem with telling people?” toji mumbled, as he kissed her cheek, his lips traveling down her neck as he gently rocked his morning wood between her legs.

“i…uh…wait toji,” toji found it so fucking adorable, how you still got so flustered whenever he’d get all sexually excited for you. her hand on his bare chest as she tried to calm her burning cheeks.

“yes?” toji pressed his clothed boner firmly against her exposed slit. her breath hitched, fingers digging into the flesh of chest. she took a shaky breath, collecting her thoughts—her mind always getting scrambled when he touched her like that.

“i have to cover this fight so I can have this story published, and it’ll be in the sports journal this time, which would be amazing for my resume/portfolio, especially since it’s before I’m graduating,” you explain, “but if it gets out that we’re together now, then they’ll probably pull out my story or make a joke out of it.” you say very clearly for the man so he can understand. his head tilting as he looks down at you. your cheeks flush under his gaze.

“but you’re gonna be in the gym,” toji says, his knuckles gently caressing the tops of your breasts that are exposed in his huge tshirt that’s slid down your shoulder, a worried smile lifting on his lips when he sees the way your nipples already perk up through the material. it was too easy.

“i don’t like most of the guys there.” toji deadpans, his eyes lifting up to your flushed face. “they’re gonna be all over you.” you react so obviously to his touch, gaze, smell, you were his. he knew you only wanted him…but you were just so oblivious sometimes. you’re so unaware of all the looks and ways people speak about you. he doesn’t know if it’s a blessing or curse that you only ever entertain him.

“i’m only coming to do my job, besides, it’s not like I’m gonna interview you, ‘m just gonna grab some pictures of you training beforehand, and I’ll talk to sukuna-san about how he’s training you—“

“sukuna-san?” toji had a slight edge to his voice. your eyes squinting at him.

“seriously?” toji sighs, dropping his head on your shoulder.

“i hate journalists,” he grumbles into your skin. you let out a sigh, only to yelp as you feel his rocking start again. “w-wait—“ toji cuts you off with his lips, tongue already between yours as he grunts into your lips as he pulls his leaking dick out.

“no waiting, gonna fill you up,” his words sent your brain overheating.

“don’t say things like th—ah!” his tip entering had your nails digging into his shoulder, your head falling back as he stretched you. “ ‘s big—ah wait wa-ah,” Toji’s tongue licked your lips, as your hips tried to wiggle away from him.

“cmon puppy, open,” his tongue hanging out waiting for you to copy, eyes obediently meeting his as your lips parted, tongue peaking out. he ran his tongue against yours. humming in approval as he felt your gummy walls clench around his tip, trying to suck him in.

“who’s all needy now,” he smiles against your lips as you moan, feeling him enter you. his salvia running down your tongue as you flushed with arousal, his hand pushing the material of your shirt up, exposing your tits as his fingers tweaked at your nipples. “slutty pup,” he whispered, as he licked your ear, your legs instinctively moving higher up his waist as he went deeper.

“faster—please,” you pant, just wanting him to enter you fully, toji laughed in your ear as he rubbed your thigh, his hand moving further down your leg, before he lifted it higher and drove his cock deep into your pussy, your back arching at the surprise as you screamed out. toji smiled as he pulled out and snapped his hips back in, picking up the pace.

that was yesterday. the conversation echoed in his mind the moment you arrived today. sukuna had already spoken to you, and now you were supposed to be getting photos of him. but instead this prick was all over you.

“oi quit with fucking talking!” toji’s shout sent the entire gym halting. your eyes startled wide as you looked over at toji, glaring in your direction, his eyes bleeding into the man’s mind.

“just asking the journalist here some questions, no harm man!” miyori tried to brush off. getou took a step towards toji, there was only a small number of people that knew about the relationship. getou, gojo, his manager, and sukuna.

“if I hear your voice one more time,” toji’s blood was boiling.

“your scaring the journalist, we’re just talking—“

“i’m fine,” you quickly interject, trying to diffuse the situation. “i think I have all the photos I need. ill make my way out now. thank you toji-san, sukuna-san—“

“no you’re not,” miyori cuts you off. you look up at him as he stands a bit too close. toji raises a brow at miyori. “you can stay longer. toji’s always triggered by journalists.”

“uh,” what the fuck are you supposed to say to that?

“besides, I like having you here,” miyori said, catching you slightly off guard. toji cursed to himself, this is why you’re so shit with cutting people off. you could not take compliments for shit. you always got flustered or awkward, and if it was a stranger, like this guy, they’ll definitely get the wrong idea. and you always assume it’s about your job.

“oh um, thanks,” you awkwardly reply, as miyori smiles at you.

“toji it’s fine, cmon,” getou put a hand on toji’s chest. first, getou was slightly nervous to continue fighting a raging toji. second, toji usually tended to lash out on everyone when he was pissed off. third, gym toji was a different level of rage.

“y/n-san,” toji was practically seething, your eyes looking over at the man. your brows furrowed, he needed to calm down. “leave.”

“toji ‘s not a big deal,” the moment miyori’s hand touched your lower back, toji could not compose himself.

“i’m done, anyways, i’ll go,” you knew how upset toji was getting, and besides you were done for the day.

“it’s okay, toji is just—“

“i said it’s fine, you don’t have to stand up for me,” you snap miyori, trying your best not to let him get the wrong idea. he really was just being nice and asking you questions. but now, it was just awkward how he thought he needed to talk for you.

“i’m just helping you out, sweetie,” ew…

“leave her alone. she’s leaving now, so drop it,” toji took in a breath, trying desperately to compose himself, as getou stood in his way with a hand to his chest. the last thing toji wanted to do was expose your relationship and ruin your job, that you so desperately loved.

“i’m leaving,” you quickly grab your things and make a swift exit. the man doesn’t have a chance to stop you, since he was having a stare down with toji.

toji drops his bag by the door, eyes landing on your back, seated at the kitchen counter typing. the events of the day had his blood a bit too hot as he moved over to you.

“you’re not coming friday,” toji mumbles in your ear, your heart nearly jumping out of your throat.

“fuck—toji, don’t do that,” you take your headphones off. looking over your shoulder at his annoyed expression. “what’s up?”

“you’re not coming friday,” toji repeats, your brow raised as you turned in your seat, his arms were caged around your body. holding the counter behind you.

“the match?” you look at him, he doesn’t answer. “the one in six days? this friday?” he’s quiet. “funny.”

“i don’t want you there,” he says, you rub your eye as you glare at him with the free one

“okay?” you reply sarcastically. “i have a job, I told you.”

“i don’t care,” his words were cold, clearly not joking.

yours brows furrowed. your hand coming up to his chest to push him back, needing some space, especially with how he’s acting. toji stepped back as he looked at you.

“why’re you acting like this?” your eyes try to read him, it’s always been a little difficult especially when he‘s not the type to really expresses himself.

“like what?” he shoots back, your face clearly showing how uninterested you are in his attitude. toji could read you easily.

“like an asshole?” you huff, closing your laptop and getting up from your seat. you moved around the kitchen to grab a glass of water. “this is the first time i’m seeing you fight since we’ve started dating.”

“we’re not dating,” you looked over your shoulder at toji leaning his hip against the counter, arms crossed in his tight black shirt. “we’re not dating in public. that’s what you said.” your eye twitches. “so you’re not coming.” is he really upset about today?

“fine we’re not dating, but I still have a job,” you huff back, drinking the water.

“I don’t care,” toji shrugs. “fuck the job, and fuck the journalism shit.”

“stop it,” your eyes stare back at his cold ones. “if it’s about today—“

“great you catch on, it is about today. exactly why you’re not coming to the match, because all the guys and miyori will be there,” toji breaks, his voice rising, as his bicep flexes a bit in aggression remembering everything that happened today.

“i left after I finished taking the photos, miyori-san was annoying, and I left—“

“no, you left when I told you too, miyori was practically fucking you with his eyes and you took it,” toji laughed, your chest was squeezing and your blood was rising in annoyance.

“i did not. and I left after you told me because you looked like you were going to go ape shit on him. but I wouldn’t have left if I didn’t have everything I needed,” you shot back, as toji looked at you.

“sweetheart, please,” toji squeezed his eyes shut, the sharpness in his voice sent shivers down your spine. “you can’t turn guys down—you just can’t—“

“I did!” you shot back.

“no you didn’t! you were fucking laughing and accepting all the shit that was pouring out of his mouth!” toji was now pissed.

“I was being nice, is that a sin?”

“it is! it is when you’re not clear—you don’t know anything about fucking boundaries. and I can’t even say shit because of your shitty journalist shit—“

“it’s not shit.”

“it is—ah fuck i fucking hate journalists! all the fucking same shit — fuck!” toji was shouting. his words felt like cuts itching into your chest. your eyes filling up with tears.

“asshole,” you mumble. toji rubs his face, hands behind his head as he looks at you. his blood was pumping in his ears as he watched you, move past him.

“I can’t help you if some guy’s hitting on you,” toji looks over his shoulder to see you packing your things in your bag. “hey, y/n—“

“i don’t need you to help me,” you snap, eyes filled with tears as you look up at him. “asshole asshole asshole…” you chant very childishly to yourself as you suck your breath as you quickly pack your bag and grab it moving towards the bedroom.

“are serious? baby,” toji watches you grab your phone from the charger and pushing past him. “y/n!” toji grabs your arm, you look back at him, a deep glare staring back at him, your lashes coated with tears as you bite the inside of your cheek, trying to resist the urge to let that tear slip. “you’re not gonna come friday, alright?”

“ass…” you yank your arm from his grip. “hole.” you storm and grab your jacket.

“y/n! fucking listen, you don’t get it—“

“i don’t get it?” you aggressively put on your jacket. “I don’t get it?? me?” you snort. “who’s the one getting all pissed and being a fucking asshole!! because he’s fucking jealous!” the scream pierced the air like a knife as tears fell down your face.

toji’s jaw clenched. as you grabbed your bag and shoved your boots on.

“y/n it’s late, cmon, i don’t want you to leave,” toji stood in his spot as he watched your disheveled self. tears leaking uncontrollably, still wearing your pajamas.

“sweetheart,” you stood in front of the door, looking up. toji was quiet.

“what?” you waited, the tears pausing for a moment. still fresh on your cheeks as your lip quivered. toji couldn’t bring himself to say it. he’s dealt with fights in past relationships, he’s had things thrown at him. but unlike all the rest of them, he actually cared this time. what made it worse was he knew he was in the wrong, he was being selfish, so fucking selfish, and a fucking asshole. could he fix it? did he want too? or would he rather keep you to himself?

your eyes felt foggy as it filled with tears, your fist clenching as you stood waiting. say something. please. toji-san. the older mans comforting warmth wasn’t there.

“i want to see you…” toji finally spoke, your lip trembled. “but not on friday…don’t come to the match, sweetheart.”

the door slammed behind you, echoing in the large penthouse.

“fuck me,” toji rubbed his face.

you returned back to your apartment. spending the rest of the night crying. asshole asshole asshole! the chant was on repeat in your head. it wasn’t fair. it wasn’t fair at all! you’re going to the match. you have too, your job and future depends on the story. but…but is it worth risking your relationship?

“asshole,” you choked on a sob as you buried your face in your pillow letting it soak up your quiet tears, curling up into a ball.

toji couldn’t sleep either. his eyes staring up at the ceiling, arm under his head, as the image of your quivering lip and teary face stared back at him. he’s supposed to be a fucking adult, but he still gets jealous over such a frivolous matter. was he doubting your ability to stand up for yourself. did he have a right to judge you for being polite to others? is he just too cold to understand?

the thoughts plagued his mind all night.

“toji, keep it together! there you go!” sukuna clapped, as toji kicked his opponent back, quickly moving in to knock him off balance. gojo called for the end of the match with toji as the victor. sukuna climbing into the ring, patting toji.

“fucking great! this week you’ve been working hard!tomorrow just do a morning run, don’t go too crazy, need you fresh friday!” sukuna undid toji’s gloves as toji hummed.

“toji here’s y/n’s ticket, if she’s going in with the other journalists just rip it up,” gojo was holding the ticket out for toji, who looked up at gojo. “so journalists?” gojo raised a brow, retracting the ticket.

“dunno,” toji huffed back, exiting the ring moving past gojo. getou swiftly moved out of the way, slipping next to gojo.

“this bout yesterday?” gojo asked, the man really had no fear. getou was silent as he quietly watched, resting his chin on gojo’s shoulder, arms around his waist. “you guys fight?”

“told her not to come,” toji wiped his sweaty body with a towel, sukuna leaning on the railing of the ring as he listened as well.

“why?” gojo questioned. yesterday was building up to something, but after you left, getou and the rest assumed toji had calmed down.

“you think the guys will hit on her?” getou answered tojis concerns easily.

“they will, and she can’t even say anything back,” toji pinched his nose, trying to calm the growing headache from yesterdays fight.

“well it’s not like she’s gonna cheat on you,” sukuna chimed in. “she is pretty young, but she has some serious balls. it’s cute that she gets awkward around compliments, but whenever she talks she’s professional which is hilarious,” sukuna says as gojo and getou agree.

“she’s doing her job,” toji scoffs. “so fuckin annoying. fuckin publicity, and press shit,” toji rubbed his temple.

“stop freaking out,” gojo snapped at him, toji shot him a glare. “you should act more your age, old man.”

“fuck off,” toji was annoyed, it’s been almost a week since he’s seen you. you haven’t returned or answered any of his texts or calls. he wanted to know how you were doing, how are you feeling. didn’t you have an exam yesterday, he wanted to know how it went. but instead he was alone every night, with only your scent on his bed and around the penthouse.

“i agree,” sukuna raised an arm as toji tsked. “grow some balls. it’s just cuz you fuck her and think the way she acts around you is the way she acts around everyone else,” sukuna easily explains.

toji is quiet. he just assumed you’re like that with everyone, but it was just the dumbass anger issues. toji left without another word, as the three men watched in amusement.

the knock echoed in the apartment. toji impatiently knocking, until the door finally opened. glaring back at him with an annoyed expression was your roommate, soi.

“she’s not here,” she answers before he could speak.

“where?”

“not here,” she stares back.

“when will she be back—“

“dunno, so you should leave. she doesn’t wanna see you,” she states, he looks over her shoulder at your room door. it was indeed open, and you did not seem to be in there.

“great,” he was annoyed, very much so. he knew you were here, you’re keys and phone clearly on the small kitchen counter, but he knew he couldn’t barge in. you’d get more pissed. should he tell you to come to the match? or would you be annoyed and think he’s telling you what to do?

“tell her I won’t be mad whatever she chooses to do,” he told soi, as she stared at him with dead eyes.

“not telling her that,” she replies, toji sucks in a breath.

“thanks,” toji forces a smile.

“you’re not welcome,” the door slams in his face. soi stares at the closed door, before letting out a shaky breath. nerves filling her body.

“y/n/n he’s fucking huge, that was so scary!” she shakes her body as she turns back to you who is now popping out from behind the small kitchen counter, hand over your mouth.

“shhh he could still be outside,” you shush her as she freezes, eyes wide.

“is he gonna beat me up?” she whispers through her hand. you both stare at each other, dead silent, hands over your mouths. hearts beating in your ears.

toji did in fact hear the entire thing. glad that you at least heard his message, turning he made his way out. you sneaked quietly to the pep hole, looking through.

“he’s gone,” you sigh. as soi releases as shaky breath.

“my legs were shaking the entire time,” soi laughs, you were thankful she was there to answer the door. however, your blood only seemed to boil.

“asshole,” you mumble, soi quiets as she looks at you. “fucking—I was gonna go anyways, it’s my job,” you seethe, clicking your tongue in annoyance.

“mhm mhm, shove it in his face that it was your choice,” soi hypes you, but then going quiet. “but like don’t make him mad…that’s scary.”

the confidence and nerves was building up all day. your stomach turning as you walked into the stadium. getting through with your journalist pass your job provided for you. i won’t be mad. i won’t be mad. his words were printed into your mind. doesn’t fucking matter—selfish bastard—you were mad. he criticized your job and you. asshole.

you sat in your seat as the fighters came up. your eyes brighten when toji came jumping onto the stage, the entire audience cheered loudly, incredible fans screaming. toji was unbothered by all the noise, instead looking around…

your eyes met his, the brief exchange sent a flush rising up your cheeks, stupid, quickly remembering and looking away. toji’s eyes stayed on you, until sukuna came over and spoke to him.

“y/n-san,” your eyes looked up as you saw miyori coming up to you.

“miyori-san,” you replied curtly.

“oh this is shinji,” he introduced the other man beside him, who you briefly met last week. you nodded at the two, looking away as the match began. toji obviously noticed the two men sitting next to you. inhaling sharply, as they leaned close, talking in your ear over all the noise.

toji was growing more and more frustrated. you stood clicking your camera, only for the two men to come follow you. your heart was beating fast watching the fight. toji was taking too many hits. cmon! he’s being working so hard. as much as he acted indifferently, toji really did enjoy the sport. and you loved watching him fight.

“and I was saying—“

“dude, i have a job. could you please lay off?” you snap at miyori. his brows furrowed.

“I’m just talking,” he laughed, wondering what’s going on.

“no you’re flirting,”

“and that’s a problem?” he raised a brow.

“it is when I’m not interested, so if you could let me do my job,” you turn back to the fight, watching toji.

“hey, what’s with the switch, is it toji—“ wow men really are fucking brainless.

“it’s no one. it’s me. i’m not interested. so fuck off. do I have to tell you I have boyfriend or girlfriend, cuz you can’t take a fucking hint or some shit? cant be polite to anyone anymore.” you scoff, turning away. men really don’t know how to back off unless you tell them you’re with someone or if you snap at them.

“bitch,” he comes up, only for gojo and getou to quickly step in. backing them down. you hadn’t noticed, too occupied with staring at toji.

“cmon cmon,” you cheered under your breath. heart racing as toji went after his opponent. your body flinched when toji took a punch to the rib. but he quickly recovered and got his opponent with an aggressive hook. you were shouting with the rest of the audience until toji finally knocked his opponent out.

“FUCK YES!” you screamed as the entire stadium erupted in cheers. you captured so many great photos as toji was bombarded by press. your cheeks were flush, as you were suddenly filled with the urge to see him. but… not here.

toji looked everywhere for you afterwards. getting treated in the lockerroom, as he asked gojo and getou where you’d gone. toji’s heart sank once they said that you left. fuck.

toji was escorted back to his penthouse. holding an ice pack to his nose as he pushed past the crowd in front of the entrance. should he go to your apartment? should he beg you to forgive him? he wasn’t a beggar. but he wanted to see you.

dropping his bag by the door, he moved to take his shoes off—suddenly noticing the familiar shoes.

“I just came here to tell you that I was gonna go to the match regardless if you came by my place or not,” you huff, cheeks puffed pointing at toji as he stared up at you frozen. you were here. his green eyes sent a warm wave filling your body. “i like being a shitty journalist, so fuck you for being an asshole. and i do stand up for myself—but i don’t need to tell anyone I have a boyfriend for them to leave me alone.” your voice was firm as you tried your best not to break face, but the way toji was looking at you—

toji couldn’t stop his feet. his hands grabbing your face as he kissed you. “i love my shitty journalist,” he kissed your lips over and over.

“lo-love—?“ you held his wrists, mind dazed at what he just said. you looked up at him, as he stared at you with such warmth.

“I love you,” toji mumbled, as he licked your lips. “i’m always selfish. i love being selfish. and i love being selfishly yours,” he sighed against your open lips. his adrenaline still pumping from the match.

“i hate it when you’re selfish,” you breathe against his lips as he hums.

“i know,” he kisses you, deepening it, letting his tongue enter your mouth. moaning as he easily picks you up. his lips staying on yours as he lays you down on the bed. your moaning and heaving as he pulls away. you both strip as you stand on the bed quickly pushing your pants, pulling your legs out as toji looks up at you, hands grabbing at your waist once you’ve successfully gotten the clothing off.

“you’re still mad?” toji bites your nipple, making you yelp in surprise, grabbing his hair. you looked down at him. his eyes teasing as he tugs at the bud.

“you haven’t apologized for real,” you reply, as toji hums around the bud, pulling away and lifting your leg over his shoulder, kneeling on the bed.

“i said I love you,” toji kisses your pussy, his words already had your heart fluttering, but still…

“no…you need to apologize then,” your hand holds his shoulder for stability, as he licks through your puffy folds, teasing your clit with his tongue, moaning at the taste. he holds your waist, as you hunch over as he sucks in your clit. “ah toji—apol ah—“

toji holds you steady as your shaking leg gives out, he smiles, against your pussy, carefully holding you in his arms dropping you on the bed. your hips jump as you still feel his tongue lapping at your pussy. he pulls away to spread your legs wider. spitting on your pussy.

“apologize?” toji raises a brow as he spreads you open, enjoying the sight of you trying to hide your moans, his tongue entering your hole. he slings an arm around your thigh, holding you down on the mattress.

“yes!” you yelp as his thumb rubs your clit, drooling on your pussy. he missed eating you out, the way you clawed as his shoulder and rubbed up against his tongue. “asshole, so annoyi—uh—“ you can’t help the moans slipping as toji puts everything into eating you out.

“love your little pussy,” toji laughs as you call him names laced with moans. your legs trembling as you try to push him away.

“can’t—‘s ‘s not—toji!” your hips jump, rubbing against his tongue, only for him to hold you down, wanting to see your legs tremble as you ride your high. toji hums lapping at your clear juices, thumb pressing against your clit as you push your foot down on his shoulder, only for him to grab your ankle.

“what?” he huffs, looking at you with dilated pupils. he’s much more pent up than he usually was after training, since he had just won a match.

“you ate me out, when you didn’t apologize,” you’re still glaring at him. not ready to back down.

“you were drippin n rubbin up on my tongue,,” toji snaps, his chest rising and falling, trying to control himself as he sees the way you lean up on your elbows, face just inches from his.

“i think you’re the one who wanted it,” you press, watching the way his lip curls sarcastically.

“you wanna play it like that?” toji grabs your face, your eyes sharp, testing him.

“i just want an apology, asshole,” tojis mind is heated, you were so hot right now..he doesn’t waste a moment in capturing your lips.

“ya grow some balls in the last week?” toji says between kisses, you yelp as you feel his fingers push into you, pumping you open.

“what’re you—“ you’re caught off guard, screaming in pleasure as toji has you cumming a bit too quickly.

“at least i still know your body better than you,” toji laughs as you tremble in his arms, eyes foggy. toji knew you always get a bit light headed after cumming—

“fuck…you,” you pant, turning your head to look up at him. toji’s eyes are lien with lust. “uncalled for—wait!”

his fingers circling your clit again as he slaps your pussy, your eyes quickly filling with tears, the overstimulation was knocking the wind out of you.

“you’ve got quite the mouth, baby, cmon keep talking,” toji is biting and licking your collarbone and neck as you cry, holding his wrist as you feel yourself reaching another high. his fingers deep inside you.

“fucking—ah—“ you’re holding him close as you cum, only for toji to flip you on your stomach, his lips kissing your shoulder as you try and catch your breath. he’s giving your pussy some gentle slaps, your mind dizzy as you look back.

“you like it when I play with you?” toji holds your chin as you meet his feral gaze.

“you like it…more,” you pant, “y-you’re mine…toji-san,” you knew exactly what to say to get this man playing with you. his hand grabbing your hips up as he’s kneeling up, pumping his thick dick, and pushing into you.

“fuck, you’re such a brat,” toji groans, your words immediately got to him. it’s always the san. toji is snapping his hips into you, his hand holding your own as he drives into your cunt hitting your sweet spot each time. your tears are soaking the sheets as your lips part with moans.

at this point, you lost track of how many times he'd already made you cum. it was all you could do to grip the sheets while he held onto your hips, your arms giving out as he fucked roughly behind you. his thick cock stretched your pussy, hitting every spot to have your toes curling.

“ugh so good, always feels so fuckin good,” toji was moaning against your ear as he grunts, hips rutting into you. you’d lost your voice already, only turning your head, as toji met your gaze. the sounds of his heavy balls slapping you was faded.

“to..ji..” your voice calling for him always sent him, his adrenaline was so unbelievably high. his lips meeting yours, as you whined for him, legs shaking.

“fuck me, sucking me in so tight, love,” toji’s arm wrapped around your middle, lifting you up to sit on his lap, back arching against his sweaty chest, as he moved you above him as he snapped his hips up. the base of his cock had a ring of cum as you shuddered at the overstimulation.

“more more…” your eyes were practically crossed, drool slipping from your lips as your head went back, holding his arm around your waist. you were beyond fucked out, but it felt so good. he always filled you up so perfectly.

“fhuck puppy,” toji’s groans were much louder than usual, his stomach clenching as you egged him on with moans and pleads. his body was in pain from the bruises and cuts from the fight, but hearing you cry his name had his body pushing its limits. your eyes filling with tears as he pressed his palm on your stomach, pushing against the flesh to feel himself inside you. your eyes stung as you screamed out, shaking above him.

“that’s it, so deep inside ugh my puppy,” toji moans as your back arches away from him, nails digging into his upper thigh and arm, as your gummy walls suck him in, tightening so he can’t even move. your words are incoherent as your legs trembling until finally gushing around him. “shit, spraying everywhere pup,” toji swears as he feels you squirting some more, wetting his thighs and Rick.

his arm squeezes your waist, clenching his jaw. “gonna—shit…gonna cum if ya don’t loosen up, pup,” toji is struggling feeling his balls tighten as your cries die out, toji feels your nails loosen on his thigh.

“ ‘ji,” your lips ghost his neck, drool slipping onto his skin as your mind wanders space. “fill meh uhp,” your hot breath sends a wave through his body as toji swears under his breath.

toji’s thrusts get unsteady as he holds you tight, burying his face in your neck as he moans, emptying his balls. toji’s palm is flat on your stomach as he feels his hot cum paint your walls. your eyes are glazed as toji rocks into you, milking out everything he’s got, as your body shudders.

toji pants, somehow losing all sense whenever you speak to him during sex. toji holds your face as he turns you to look at him. “shit, pup,” he sighs, seeing how out of it you were. your eyes seeing stars as it flutters shut. he pulls out, laying you down. your cheeks stained with tears and drool, as toji kisses your lips. “you fucked me up,” toji mumbles, knowing you already knocked out.

he did a number on you. he sat up, still catching his breath as he rubbed his face—

“ toji,” your voice was barely above a whisper. toji dropped his hands as he felt your body slump on his thigh. your hand reaching for his face. he leaned down letting you grab his face pulling him to meet you at eye level. “i made you fuck me like this,” your body is still trembling.

“you got worked up, cuz of me,” you make it clear. eyes staring directly into his. toji was silent…shocked. everything you were saying was true. you knew exactly what to say to get him going at you like crazy. even though he knew your body perfectly, you knew how to make him act on it.

“so….” your eyelids were so heavy. “so…” fuck, toji watched you slump against his chest. your body and mind finally giving out. toji sighed, looking down at you.

“surprised you could move,” toji rested his hand on your head, gently stroking you. the man ripped the dirty sheets off the bed wiping away the cum on your bodies and tucked you into the clean ones. finally knocking out.

the light shining in from his huge windows, had you burying your face into the mattress. your mind a bit slow, still laced with sleep as you groaned into the mattress. slowly waking up, you turned your head, your eye looking at the window, thinking…

toji told you he loved you. you knew that whole confession was his form of an apology…but still…

“ugh,” toji groaned feeling a weight on his stomach.

“wake up,” your voice had him reaching out, to feel you, only for you to push his hand away.

“what?” his low groggy voice, sent your cheeks flushing, but you ignored it. he rubbed his eyes, arm falling behind his head as he looked up at you. “you’re up before me?” he was surprised.

“you have to apologize and say it,” you huff, you were straddling his waist, finger pointed at his chest as the other was folded across your chest. toji raised a brow, he could see you were in desperate need of a hot shower, especially with the bruises that littered your body, and the way your legs shook a bit.

“you look cute, face all pouty like that,” toji teased, making your brows knit together.

“I’m being serious, you didn’t say it last night,”

“maybe I did and you didn’t hear me. your little cunt was spraying every second, you could barely talk,” your face went red, lips parting then closing at what he’d just said. toji smirked, seeing your face.

“well…well then it wouldn’t hurt to say it again then,” you quickly recover.

toji was surprised how dominant you can act. with the way you were talking to him last night and now. and he didn’t hate it. no….not at all. it was cute and hot. and in the end…you were right. even though this is a bit childish, he doesn’t mind it. doesn’t mind catering and coddling you. he knew what you wanted.

“i’m sorry,” he finally said it. your lips parted.

“sorry for what?” your chest is rising and falling, he can tell you’re waiting to give yourself away. so he sighed, eyes looking up at you as he spoke softly.

“sorry for being an asshole, and not believing in you,” his hand came up rubbing your thigh as you smiled down at him, still waiting.

“and?” wow you’re milking it. his hand splayed flat on your thigh, green eyes warming to your bright ones, hair pushed out of his face.

“i’m yours.”

your face beamed, finally leaning down to kiss him.

“who told ya, ya can be all possessive and bossy?” toji asked between kisses.

“you did,” you giggle, toji humming.

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⁺　 ୨୧ . ᕀ SUGARSTREAM ♡ | ˚｡꒰ gojo satoru x female reader ᨀ ꒱ minors do not interact ᨀ w.c 9.2k˓˓ explicit smut, camgirl!reader, fanboy!gojo, virgin killer!gojo, cherry chasing, sex toys, anal play, candy play [ gojo fucks the reader with a lollipop ], virgin kink, corruption, teasing, cum play, age gap [ gojo is 33 + reader is in 20s ], fingering, masturbation, cunnilingus, unprotected sex, dumbification, praise, orgasm control. ˚｡ SUMMARY ᨀ gojo satoru has a big sweet tooth, an insane amount of money to spend on his favorite camgirl and most importantly, a dick that corrupts innocent girls for life.

gojo satoru has a big sweet tooth.

he can always be seen ordering a frappuccino with five pumps of caramel syrup and extra whipped cream at starbucks, showing up to morning training with an entire platter of chocolate dipped berries, or suckling a tootsie pop with obscenely inappropriate noises during important meetings because the components in sugar stimulates his brain, giving the right amount of rush someone like him needs to keep sane.

his credit card is most swiped at sweet shoppes and random souvenir stands that sell his favorite melon sugar cubes, or the zunda and cream kikufuku he likes so much.

because his appetite for the sweeter things in life is insatiable.

that's why it isn't a surprise he developed a craving for you. he's always had a greedy taste for doe-eyed young women and you happened to be exactly his type. saccharine smile, giggly laugh, and a head full of bubblegum. ijichi kiyotaka's sweet little apprentice who skipped through the halls eating strawberry hi-chews for lunch instead of proper meals, wearing tiny little skirts and rootbeer flavored lip gloss just to torment gojo into wanting to lick it onto his tastebuds.

pure and lovely, you've become his favorite sugar rush.

and with the help of pop culture and social media, he can have a sample before he finally buys the product.

RECENT TWEET FROM @xoyoursweetenerxo: i'll be streaming in 10 mins wearing new lingerie! come take a peek at pixelme.jp/sweetener

that's the alert that begins gojo's unraveling, rolling into his notification center. his heart kicks up an irritating notch when he flips his phone over in his hand and reads your username on the screen. he can feel the curious eyes of his three former students on his back as they trail him down the hall, but he has tunnel vision and cotton ears, their incessant chatter echoing in one ear and out the other.

“gojo-sensei, did you hear anything i just said?” megumi snaps, his annoyed tone barely registering.

“i heard a rumor that he finally has a girlfriend now, that's why he's always so distracted,” nobara gossips into yuuji's ear, the two casting a long, knowing glance at their mentor.

“so it's like that?”

“it's like that.”

“what were you saying?” gojo asks distractedly, lifting one side of his blindfold to unlock his phone, bringing up the twitter app. his main account loads first and he spares a single glance to nanami's weekend vacation update, two for tsukumo straddling her motorbike in hokkaido, and none for aoi ranting about takada's dating rumors at the top of his timeline.

he never hears megumi's reply because he's too busy switching to his private account, an empty lurker with a black photo. eager to click your profile.

tonight's stream invitation is pinned at the top, decorated with pink hearts but he ignores that for now. making sure to hold his phone at an angle his nosy ass kids can't peek at, a long pale finger swipes up to bring the scroll down to a spam of grwm selfies you just posted, a ritual before your streams. you're cute as a button in each one, but it's the last one— on hands and knees, ass pointed to the camera—that makes him groan, the sound covered up by an exaggerated sneeze.

“um, gross!” nobara screeches at him, folding her arms and leaning away. “you sounded like a middle aged dad.”

satoru stops his long stride suddenly, masking his irritation by reaching into his pocket for his wallet, flipping the leather open for a spare credit card. he hands it to kugisaki with a pat on her head, grinning when she slaps his hand down and pockets his card without question.

“you know what? mission’s canceled for tonight!” he cheers, already heading in the opposite direction, shooting finger guns. he's eager to get away from his kids and to his office where he can concentrate on your stream. “go out without me and have fun!”

he waves off their confused looks, disappearing in a flash. attention glued to his phone like a teenaged boy. the sorcerer feels his cock twitch to life in his pants the longer he stares at your picture. you're wearing a skater dress that barely covers your plump ass, giving your twitter followers a tease of soft skin and cute stretch marks on the back of your thighs.

he knows that if he wants to see more, like the devastating visual of your slit spread around your favorite dildo, he'll have to join the stream and tip up.

not many people know about your other life. the angel who brings in sponge cake and iced coffee each morning to gojo, who shyly refuses to meet his stare whenever he walks into the room, unable to stand the intensity of his flirtations, is a camgirl with views high enough to land you in the top rated tab. people tipped you good and in return, you let them control your pleasure.

and gojo satoru is your biggest fan.

he hadn't been stalking when he found out. he'd just been passing by one of the staff rooms with the intention of terrorizing ijichi and found you instead, boldly streaming from your phone, whispering i bought my first vibrator! should i try it at work?

those annoying hot girls in your area, click for more! ads weren't needed because gojo had never made an account so fast.

and if he tuned into your grainy stream from his office, cock shamelessly fisted in his hand as he watched you push your panties to the side, phone camera positioned in an upskirt shot of you struggling to fit the small, vibrating toy inside your tight little cunt? mind your business.

he unlocks the door to his office now, shutting himself in before he clicks the streaming link, letting his phone redirect to the site so he can log in.

username: honoredone89 password: hollowedout28

"is the stream stable? hi, welcome! we'll get started soon."

the sound of your airy, girlish voice rings out from his phone as he falls into a leather lounge chair. you're streaming from your room this evening, dressed in frilly and frothy lingerie and a pair of lacy thigh highs, sitting up on your knees on a bed draped in a white gossamer canopy.

rosy led lights wash out the pretty tone of your skin in a soft pink glow, selling your sweet and innocent image. gojo figures that's why you're so popular— you feed right into their desires to turn out girls like you, drawing them in like worker bees to honey.

“how's my apprenticeship? it's going so good, thank you!” you answer a comment from one of your regulars, waving shyly at the viewers pouring into the virtual room.

“this won't be a long stream since i have to wake up early tomorrow, but...” you prattle on, leaning forward to check the viewer count. gojo's attention is drawn to the plump swell of your breasts in your bralette. god, he wants to run his lips all over the lace so bad; tonguing and biting over your nipples through the flimsy fabric until they're bitten raw. “while we wait for more to join, what did you boys do today-”

“ah, shoot. i almost forgot!” you gasp, twisting around to lean out of the canopy; opening the drawer on the nightstand.

as you rummage around, bent over, you accidentally allow your fans to admire the panties you're wearing. crotchless and lacy, the clips of a garter attached to your stockings. the backshot gives him a perfect peek at the shadowed seam of your pussy too, the little scraps of fabric on the front kissing your clit.

but more importantly, he can see the heart-shaped glass plug buried in the dip of your ass.

oh. well, when did you get that?

his tastebuds water, sweet tooth waking up for cravings. a quick decision made that he will stop holding himself back and get a taste of you, that he will be the end to your innocence.

in2feet chatted: this is boring hurry up and get naked

nakedman chatted: location? i'd fuck your ass so good kitten

it was obviously unintentional because your look of ditzy confusion is too cute when you turn around with the matching dildo, shaped like a sailor moon wand. but it ends up being the perfect way to begin your stream— tips roll in without prompting, chat pinging with comments.

“hehe, what are you guys- o-oh..” your question ends in a small sigh that makes his cock throb in his slacks. the air feels stagnant and warm in his office so he drags his blindfold down, unbuttoning the high collar of his jacket. you settled back on the bed too fast, the glass flare of the plug in your ass shifting, pushing a little deeper, twinging an unfamiliar lurch in your tummy. “t-to be honest, i've never used a plug before so it hurts a bit.”

a young starlet improvising on a mistake, you lift the wand to your lips. pastel pink tongue peeking out to wet the tip as you blink innocently at the cam. "can i put this in the other hole to distract myself from the pain?"

gojo can feel his brain rotting down to the stems.

you settle against the cloudbank of pillows, bringing your laptop a little closer to finish setting up and check the time. “before i start, i want to remind everyone that i'll only take requests from the highest tipper tonight!”

cyberme chatted: whenever you're ready, baby. we're watching!

cyberme and 10 others tipped 20 hearts

tittystan (★ tip) tipped 50 hearts

“you guys are so sweet!” the sound of the tip bell and chat alerts fill the volume of your room, drowning out your voice. lewd requests and thirsty comments begin to chime in, begging for you to remove your bra, show your pussy, play with the plug in your ass.

you have these men wrapped around your little finger, even though their hearts will be cashed out for real coins at the end of the night.

tittystan (★ tip) chatted: play with those pretty tits for us pls

“is this okay?” your impatient thumb rubs over a clothed nipple, shivering at the touch. more tips fumble in and gojo can see you build the confidence you need to push your bralette down, tucking it under the curve of your breasts so they spill right out.

fuck... he can't help but imagine his large digits replacing yours, dragging the calloused pads of his thumbs over your nipples until you cry and his thirsty ass can drink up your tears.

satoru shifts, leaning back in his barcelona chair as he reaches down to press the heel of his palm to the swelling bulge of his cock at the same time you squeeze one of the fleshy globes into your hand, a soft whine whistling past your clenched teeth.

jacker82 (★ tip) tipped 250 hearts and chatted: fuck yourself on the dildo alr!

you nod at the comment, opening your legs a bit only to snap them shut a heartbeat later. “i-i'm sorry, i'm so nervous tonight!” your teeth chew against your bottom lip as encouraging comments ring in your chat, words of praises that urges you to go further.

posessiveness burns green through his veins at the comments from other men, but he knows how to take what he wants and right now, what he wants is your attention only on him.

honoredone89 chatted: don't be nervous. i'm with you.

honoredone89 chatted: go on and open up for me.

gojo doesn't miss the glow of arousal in your eyes as you read his comment, your heart beating faster than it ever has. honoredone89... you missed seeing his comments on your streams. he felt more like a collaborator, unafraid to poke, prod, tease. the way he talks shit at you leaves you soaked and whining each time, wondering who he is; crying into your pillow whenever he'd toss down five hundred to make you cum, then throw down another five to switch up and edge you at the last minute. want me to change my mind, angel? he'd chat out and you could almost taste his smirk.

you would be lying if you said that your little crush on this anonymous person had nothing to do with him reminding you of the white-haired fox you were instantly drawn to at the start of your apprenticeship. honoredone89 could very well be one of those creeps that records cam shows to reupload to shady porn sites or a catfish. after all, his profile picture is the lower half of a (really fucking gorgeous) mirror selfie. but considering that a man like the actual satoru wouldn't return your silly, growing affections, you're fine with cosplaying.

“o-okay, sorry,” you obey him so easily, parting your knees, finally giving your fans a view of your pretty pussy in those crotchless panties. gojo should be ashamed, but he groans at the sight. you sigh as the cool air breezes over feverish skin, cooling the wetness clinging to your folds. it's why your fans love you so much— so wet during streams, no need for lube when your cute little pussy drools out the sweetest nectar no one has had the pleasure of tasting.

“look at you, sweet girl. you got any idea what you do to me?” you've barely shown anything and he feels like losing his fucking mind.

satoru should feel guilty for what he does next, but his conscious is crystal clear. mind blank and too fucking horny to think about propriety, he unbuttons his slacks. fishes his cock out to squeeze at the base, relieving some of the ache. his balls jump desperately as you slide the glass toy between your legs on the screen.

then his phone pings with a notif the moment you press the tip to your clit— a text from megumi dropping down, covering his view of the torturous circles you rub around the swelling nub. a swipe further down and you prod it against your entrance, panting out a low whine that knocks the wind out of gojo's chest, ears ringing.

“p-please let me put it inside!” you cry to the chat, noises so pretty. you'll sound even prettier when you're under him, squirming and pleading for him to fuck you until you live only for the feeling of his cock.

gojo's summer blue eyes scan over the message from megumi, ensuring his kids aren't in danger while he fucks himself off. he chokes off breathy groans so he can hear your moans, rubbing the rough pad of his thumb over the tip of his cock. muscles in his stomach twitching in pleasure as he nudges it inside the slit so clear, watery precum dribbles past his fingers to spill down the long length of his cock.

user20180407 chatted: fuck yourself already i'm so hard!

instead of gojo replying to an annoyed megumi complaining about having to go to a pachinko parlor (yuuji's idea, no doubt) with the others, he taps the tip button before he can stop himself.

honoredone89 (★ tip) tipped 1050 hearts

honoredone89 (★ tip)  chatted: just your fingers tonight, sweet girl.

"c-can i put them inside?" is your immediate answer.

honoredone89 (★ tip) chatted: nope, don't think i want you to do that.

the unhappy comments from your other viewers almost gives him more pleasure than the feeling of his palm rubbing out his cock in rough strokes.

“okay, thank you, sir,” you tuck in with a soft smile. he knows you're thanking him for the fat wad of cash in your tip jar, not him snatching away your pleasure, but the sound of the honorific from your lips sends a zip of arousal straight down his spine. the way he fucks into his hand is messy now, dragging his hand up and down his dick. precum coating his fingers white, dripping onto his slacks. “thank you for letting me touch my clit.”

he's your highest tipper and your pleasure is always in the hands of your tip jar. setting the toy aside with the hope he'll let you use it later, you open your legs until your knees touch the sheets, joints in your hips aching. reaching fingers to the opening in your panties. you're so soaked, pretty lace all darkened in spots. you spread your folds, circling your clit with two fingers.

“oooh, o-oh.. it's not enough, please let me-”

“hope y'r this greedy when i feed you my cock, princess, fuck. gonna... give you what you need soon, don't worry,” he promises to the empty air, sweating hard beneath his jacket with his hand tight around his cock. imagining that he's got you right here in his office, fucking up into your pussy as you struggle to bounce on him. on the phone, his speaker rings with your frustrated whines. your thighs tremble as you rub your clit too fast, making it sore.

a few attempt to match his price and tip him out, wanting control over your delicious pleasure; wanting you to use the dildo so they can imagine the little toy is their cocks. but unlike the cheap fucks swarming around your chat, the black metal of his bank card is limitless. there's no one that can stop him from blowing hot cash on an even hotter girl so he does. doubling your tips, tripling it down each time.

the sorcerer has plans that won't be ruined by old men escaping nagging wives and stressful jobs by twisting their dicks to the moans of pretty girls.

at the end of the night, he plans on adding another maraschino cherry to the top of his ice cream sundae.

but that all depends on you.

now when did he close his eyes? on his screen, gojo almost misses it. the prettiest sight.

“c-can i cum, sir?” you simper to your fans, to him. “fuck me. it.. it's right there. please say yes, please please!” circling the pad of your finger under the hood of your clit where you're most sensitive at, you slide a hand up your body to squeeze one of your breasts. a soft gasp pushing out to join the squish of your fingers rubbing through the wet between your thighs.

honoredone89 (★ tip) tipped 2000 hearts!

user20221030 chatted: this rich fuck is so annoying stop hogging!

gojo sounds like a maniac when he tosses his head and howls at the comment, unrestrained laughs choking off into a deep moan when he strokes down and squeezes the base of his cock. fighting off his orgasm for a torturous edge to himself.

honoredone89 (★ tip) chatted: since you can't hold it, go on and show everyone how pretty you are when you cum.

“yu-yes, sir!”

gojo wasn't lying. even the lagging connection to your stream can't dim the beauty you are when you reach your high. it burns a hole into his brain, tearing shivers down his spine as he watches the band snap as soon as you answer his comment. it's real, but you make it pretty, arching off the bed, thrashing, clamping your thighs together as you cum with strained whimpers.

reluctantly, he takes his wet cock and tucks himself away, hissing as the sensitive head presses against the zipper of his slacks.

“did you guys cum too?” you're asking shyly, ready to end your livestream. gojo cleans his hand on his blindfold with a snort at the viewers complimenting your show.

user203020 chatted: u need to block that rich dude. it's unfair. not coming back until u do

cyberme chatted: so hot, kitten. see you next time!

tittystan chatted: don't go babe i didn't get to cum yet :c

sitting up, you wrap your arms around your legs, chin resting atop your knees. your body still trembles with the aftershocks of your little orgasm, but you pull the laptop closer with a blissfully tired smile to answer questions, goodnight wishes, and thank your viewers for their support.

“thank you so much! if you have ideas for my next stream, leave a reply on twitter,” you say distractedly, tapping on your laptop.

gojo's phone buzzes with a notification shortly after and he's not surprised that it's a message sent to his account on the cam site.

xoyoursweetenerxo ♡ : hi >< you were my highest tipper!!! do you have any requests for me?

is what the message reads and gojo wears a big smirk as the cards deal a lucky hand just for him. he cradles his phone in both hands as long fingers fly over the keyboard to reply.

no more time wasted after he's blown away hours, weeks, months on the chase for you.

honoredone89: you know what? i think i do!

honoredone89 is typing . . .

honoredone89: open your door for me.

404 error: this livestream has ended!

somehow, that leads to gojo satoru standing in the middle of your room at jujutsu tech.

you'd barely had time to fix your lingerie and clear the smudges of your lipstick before a familiar rap of knuckles was at your door— the same rhythm gojo knocks against your desk each morning to get your attention.

he looks out of place standing in the frills of your pink wonderland, led lights turning pure white hair the color of blush as he glances around at your bishoujo figurines, sanrio plushies, and special edition manga volumes.

“cute,” he comments with an amused smile and points, your cheeks warming as you follow his line of vision to the sailor moon dildo sitting on your sheets, forgotten. “where's the other one?”

“h-how did you know...”

“still inside you, i take it?”

“h-how!” your reaction is adorable, different now that you're in front of him. fiddling with the ribbons of your robe, unable to watch his gemstone blue eyes darken to a deep pit of arousal when you nod.

with the feeling of a hare caught in a trap, you watch as he crosses the tiny space to stand in front of you. crowding you against the kitchenette with his imposing six foot three stature. though you want to shrink away, there is something about him that beckons you closer like the limitless, making you want to stay close to him and soak up more of his attention.

“ah, um- i bought these for you earlier today!” you blurt out to him in a hurried whisper, scrambling to reach for the decorated jar of lollipops you intended to gift to him tomorrow. “there's cream, melon, cotton candy, there's matcha too because i know you like-”

“you scared of me?” he wonders, but he accepts your distraction, plucking a cherry-flavored lollipop for himself, amused.

“no!”

he's very attractive without his blindfold, snowy peaks of hair sitting wild over his forehead. you watch as he unwraps the treat, tasting it for the first time like he's tasting you, his tongue working around it; swirling and licking it obscenely on purpose. waiting for that shift, the shameful press of your thighs even though you just had an orgasm. falling for it, you shyly avert your gaze and gojo fights down a smirk.

“there's no need to be nervous, you know,” he soothes, hooking a finger under your chin. the deep croon of his voice curls down your spine, bubbling hot desire in your tummy. "i'm right here with you."

“i-i'm not nervous!” you say, wanting to reassure him that he is welcome even though a small voice tells you to run.

after all, haven't you heard the rumors about him?

compliment him in any busy ladies room and you'll summon rumors that gojo satoru picks cherries like a farmer. that gojo satoru fucks girls high in his penthouse, only to drop them low when he ushers them to the elevator hours later. that gojo satoru—

i don't believe it, and your naive schoolgirl crush on him bats those thoughts away.

“obviously a camgirl wouldn't be nervous, silly me,” he nods, tone light and teasing. he tilts his head to the side as he reaches for you, thumb easing your silk robe apart. sensual as he pushes it off your shoulder, a shiver rolling down your spine. “did you mean what you said?”

“what do you mean?”

“in your stream,” he hums, skimming up the curve of your neck. fingernails scraping lightly over your pulse, and his cock aches at the strangled sound you make. “when you begged me to touch you, fuck you. did you mean what you said, sweet girl?”

“the tipper... honoredone89...”

“was me, yes,” he points to himself, smiling. it takes a little while for realization to dawn and he thinks you're too sweet. god, after he finishes breaking in your cunt, he wants to protect you from men like him for the rest of his life. only after, though. “expecting someone uglier?”

where you should feel mortification, you feel sticky and full of attraction for the older man in front of you. how many times did you fuck yourself on two fingers while watching couples on cam, imagining gojo was there and pressing your legs to your chest while he fucked the inexperience right out of you? how many times did you wish that snarky regular on your streams was actually him?

“g-gojo?” you call softly, peeking up at him through thick fans of lashes. twiddling your fingers together in a gesture so fucking cute, it makes his stomach churn. “can i ask you something?“

“hmm? go ahead.”

“how many virgins have you fucked?”

“why? you wanna be my one and only?” he teases, a mocking grin set on his lips. “you're really a virgin... too sweet.”

“i didn't say that! i.. it's the reason i started streaming. to learn more! it’s an experiment because i don't know how to make someone else feel good.” you're babbling, the words rushing out too quickly as you fidget and grip the hem of your robe, looking down to avoid his eyes. “will you teach me?”

“if i teach you, don’t think i’ll go easy on you,” his grin is wicked before he reaches down to ruffle your hair, as if you’re a precious little gem to him. “it’s nothing to be ashamed of, sweetness. it just means i’ll really have to put my back into it!”

putting his back into it means fucking you absolutely dumb, but you don't need to know that yet.

the way he looks at you is an awakening. with a little burst of confidence, you make your own decision; burying your fingers into the collar of his jacket, bringing him down for your first kiss. it's a little awkward with the stick of lollipop in his mouth and your inexperience, teeth and stiff lips until he takes the lead. his lips feel like clouds and you want them everywhere, want to kiss him forever. sink his soft groans into your skin, keep the taste of candy flavored spit on your tongue for the rest of your days as he licks into your mouth, coaxing feelings out of you you've never felt before; kissing you into dizziness.

“please,” you pull away, eyes begging— he only needs to be told once.

he takes it in stride, smirking around the stick of lollipop. he draws his hand down, fingers sliding under your bralette to toy with the doughy skin of your breast, rolling a nipple between two pads until the bud pebbles under his touch.

then his path switches, traveling lower and you know exactly where his hand is going. heart fluttering wildly, you whine and nervously press closer to him, hiding your face against the front of his jacket.

but you weren't stopping him, you didn't want to. curiosity coaxes your desire for gojo satoru out of its shell. the entire reason you started exploring the world of porn and cam shows, frustration and curiosity. most women your age had bloomed and blossomed. they were experienced while you felt left behind. never been taken on a date, never been kissed, never been fucked.

a clean slate for the taking.

“i wonder why you're so pretty, hm? been torturing me for months, sweet thing,” gojo nudges your feet apart, tongue pushing out the lollipop for one last suck, his lips star candy pink. making you want to kiss him again. “want to taste you instead.”

“you mean...”

“don't worry, i'll take good care of you,” he gently plucks your hands from his jacket, lowering his lithe body to the floor in a fluid motion. he props one of your thighs over his shoulder, shamelessly spreading your pussy open for him.

cheeks heated, the sight of gojo staring between your legs with a ravenous glint in his eye is too much. your hands fly over your eyes, but he's not having it; reaching up to snatch them down. “good girls keep their eyes open, don't they? how will you learn?”

he hasn't even touched you and yet, lust buzzes an ache between your hips that is driving you crazy.

“good girls deserve to know what it looks like, what it feels like to have me right here,” he continues and leans in to press a trail of kisses to your inner thigh. nips and marks along the fleshiest parts, chuckling at your quiet yips. he slides a thumb between your folds, splitting them to play with your clit. you feel like falling as he circles between your thighs, a gasp hiccupping at the base of your throat before you choke it off.

“g-gojo-”

he builds the anticipation. getting you used to the motion of something familiar before he opens your pussy for business— the sweetest dessert all for him before the main course. “so what do you think? gonna let me taste how sweet this pussy is, angel?”

“what if you don't like the taste?” you hesitate, hand slipping into the milky clouds of his hair. “i-i heard that happens.”

“trying to keep it all to yourself?” he teases, eyes shining as he crooks a smile at you. he indulges you with another feathery kiss to your thigh, his hand on your hip, caressing the skin lightly. “there's no way i won't like the taste of you. not when i have this-”

before you know it, he presses something warm and sticky to your clit, replacing his finger. when you realize just what it is, you whimper loudly.

“oh, oh god. y-you're supposed to use your fingers-”you point out halfheartedly. gojo drags the sugary ball of the lollipop against your clit in tantalizing swirls, smearing the sticky cherry syrup across your pussy and mixing it with your own juices.

“i'll clean up after myself, sweet thing,” he reassures, nose pressed to the soft curls at your mound, breathing in your heady scent before he tips his head forward to taste you. this is his favorite part- the possessive feeling in his chest once a virgin is on his tongue, knowing he's the first one to look up and see heaven above him. to hear your soft whimpers and feel the unsure tremble of your thighs.

“how does it feel? you like it?” he asks, kissing your clit with a gentle suck that tightens the muscles in your tummy. he licks against you with skill, tongue a warm wetness over your clit. the feeling gojo pulls from you is all new, butterflies between your hipbones as your cunt flutters around emptiness.

“i think i like it, sir. i-it's so-” you whine, the honorific a slip up. ashamed to talk filth to a man you're assigned to bring oversweetened coffee to every morning. it's so easy talking to the men behind your camera. they're blank faces that pay for a performance and to be soaked in the right words. in person, in front of the man who brings you alive, your tongue is tied up in the heat he licks into your throbbing pussy.

“sir, huh?” you can feel his grin spread along your lower lips, his chuckle vibrating against your skin. he stiffens his tongue for a harder lick, quick flits that bathes your clit in bubbly spit, burning pleasure into your nerves that drives you to tears.

gojo's fingers press bruises into your squishy thighs, locking you in his strong hold. he trails the syrupy sphere of the sucker down to your drooling little hole, nudging until he slowly works the candy up into your pussy at the same time he sucks your clit back into his mouth.

you choke out a wet sob, your hands pushing at his shoulders. squirming and trembling, plush walls clamping down around the hard ball of the lollipop with a wince as he fucks it in slow, his eyes focused on the way your walls slurps it inside.

nothing could have prepared you for gojo satoru fucking you with a piece of candy.

“bet your fans would love to see this,” he muses, releasing your puffy clit with a shameful pop, a trail of spit and slick connecting you to the sorcerer's chin. “you can barely handle a piece of candy. look at this cute little pussy struggling to take it.”

he can't hide his arousal when you taste this good, smacking and slurping like his last meal on earth is between your legs. you release a frustrated whine when he removes the candy, but he appeases you with his tongue— dragging the pink muscle down to curl it into your pussy, the squishy feeling of it making you squeak and grip the edge of the counter behind you.

gojo mumbles a deep groan, tastes so fucking sweet, curling his tongue in and out of you languidly, your squeaks tapering off into breathy pants. he's running out of patience, your noises shooting straight to his leaking cock, but he's determined not to rush. he wants to savor your first time. savor the sweet taste of sugar combined with the earthy flavor of you.

he has to make it good so you remember him after you inevitably come to your senses and make him leave before he breaks your heart.

his palm moves up and lands on your breast, squeezing too hard but you whine for the twinge of pain, placing your hands over his larger one. you hold him like a lifeline as he makes good on his promise of cleaning you all up— drinking down every little drop of candy coated slick until you run dry, until the wet slide against your folds is because of his spit.

“i-i'm-” the stretch of his tongue is so good, your eyelashes wet as you chase the sensation. second orgasm on the brink with his skilled mouth licking and suckling over sensitive nerves. you could end it there, cum on his tongue and let him tuck you into bed after, but you've had enough of not knowing what it feels like to be manhandled down onto a bed, kissed slow, and fucked open by his cock.

you want it to be him and no one else.

“you close?” he reels back, lapping at the entrance to your heat, a tease that makes you cry out. blues flit up to look at you, gaze soft and patient even though his desperation to be inside you has him fraying at the seams. when you nod at him, pushing your hips forward, begging, he grins. “didn't you already cum tonight? who taught you to be so greedy, hmm?”

“i-i'm s-”

“you think you can hold it for me? no, i know you can. hold it for me baby. don't cum.”

“n-no, don't! wanna cum, please please- wanna cum so bad!” but he's not hearing it. he pinches your clit meanly until the twinge of pain clouds over your orgasm, laughing lightly as you drive your fist into his shoulder in frustration, a hit that doesn't hurt him one bit.

he pats your mound with a smile but before he stands to his full height, he ghosts his sticky lips over your ankle as he sets your foot to the floor, teeth grazing the anklet you're wearing. a tender kiss that has no business making your heart flutter like that when he's so mean.

“i'll make sure of it, but right now i need you to save it for me, pretty princess. i promise it'll be so much better if you cum around my cock.” the sorcerer whispers his filth to your ear, leaving wet kisses along the shell. is it normal for your knees to be so weak? “ain't that what you wanted earlier? want something to fill your pussy up, don't you?”

you're so shivery that you hold onto gojo like your life depends on it. feeling wet and used between your legs already.

somehow, you know that gojo satoru is above what you're able to handle. he's a grown man with years of fucking under his belt and you're an apprentice parading as a camgirl who just had your first kiss. but really, it hardly matters when you want him in too many ways to care anymore.

“i want it, want it so bad, please!” you chant, prepared to get on your knees and beg for it while this otherworldly attractive man grins down at you. you feel like sobbing when he listens, circling his arms under your thighs to lift you effortlessly. legs cling to his waist as he walks the few paces it takes to reach your bed, splaying you out amongst the pillows.

“then i'll give it to you, sweet thing. but first, i think you'd be more comfortable in a familiar setting, hmm?”

he wants to film your first time.

it's filthy and you should refuse, but it's also exactly what you daydreamed of. all those nights honoredone89 watched your streams, you wished he was actually there. in front of the camera with you, back to his chest while he stretched you wide on three fingers and claimed you as his for all of your viewers to see.

you're too shy to actually let your fans watch you be fucked by someone else, but you let him hit record on your laptop, the pink camera at the edge of your bed recording a private show for your eyes only, but giving you the illusion of a livestream nonetheless. “don't pay attention to the camera until i tell you to, okay? eyes on me.”

after a small nod from you, he makes quick work of his uniform. unbuttoning his jacket to reveal broad planes of smooth ivory skin. shoving his slacks down, no underwear like you expected so his dick springs out, slapping warmth against your thigh.

it's easy to forget you're being filmed when you’re too busy gaping at him undressing. washboard abs taper off into a carved adonis belt dusted with moonlight hair. and with the eyes of a curious virgin, your gaze peeks down to his cock and it makes your tastebuds water. a perfect balance of long and girthy, the smooth tip blushing pretty and pink.

“can i touch it?” your dewy lashes flutter as you reach forward, wanting to know what the weight feels like in your hand. wanting to brush your fingers over the blue veins, maybe even dip your head down to lap up the pearly precum drooling from the head.

“nuh-uh, but you can feel it,” he sucks his teeth in reprimand, catching your hand and brushing an affectionate kiss across your fingertips. “alright, sweetheart. how do you want it?”

“i-i always imagined i'd be on my stomach,” you whisper, wanting to sink into your covers after voicing such a thing. a combination of your favorite fantasy position and wanting to hide your face from the camera.

“as you wish.”

he obliges, gripping your waist and rolling you over for him, front pressed flat into the pillowy mattress. though your hips are caged in by gojo's strong thighs, you wriggle your legs back and forth, cutely tapping his lower back with your toes.

“i-i hear it's better like this.” you mumble into the pillow under your cheek, just to get rid of the silence in the air.

he only laughs at your small talk, kissing your shoulder with care. “oh, sweet girl. i'll show you how much better it is.”

nerves flutter in your tummy at that, but you trust him more than anything— more than the women who warned you not to harbor a crush on him. he straddles your thighs, reaching into the pocket of his discarded slacks.

you hear the crinkling of a foil packet being ripped, all the air whistling from your lungs in a shaky breath as you twist around, embarrassed; catching him about to roll a condom over his cock. “w-wait-”

“cold feet?”

“no,” god, no. “i- please, you don't have to wear one of those.”

“yeah?” gojo snorts with a growing smile, but he shrugs and tosses the protection aside, caution to the wind and no further questions on it. blood rushes to his head quick now, dizzy as he draws your hips up a little until your ass bumps against his stomach. you're so easy to move, so cute and weak, like feathers under him.

his patience was lost long ago, but he's a team player. he gathers the seat of your ass against his palms, a soft peach that jiggles when he squeezes and kneads to the song of your whines, his eyes hypnotized by the jeweled plug. “you've had this in for so long, princess.” he draws a long finger down the line of your ass, tugging at the plug gently to see your hole spread. the remnants of the lube you used makes it an easy slide as he pulls it out. tossing it to the sheets.

he coos when you squirm away from him with a soft cry, hurts satoru, and he fucking loves the sound of his given name on your tongue. his thumb rubs over the puckered entrance to soothe the soreness. it would be so easy to sink his finger in, cock up next, but he'll save that for another night. “sorry, princess, i know. i'm just making room. i don't think you're ready to take both yet.. let me make it up to you.”

gojo keeps your cheeks spread, slotting his cock in the tight space between your plump thighs. he pushes the thick cockhead through your sopping folds. you can feel the milky pearls of precum smearing along your thighs and cunt with his thrusts, a wet slide right against your heat but it's not enough. “p-please-”

“f-fuck, sweetheart. how are you gonna fit me inside you? look at this.”

he's mean for teasing a virgin so much, but he can't help himself. he glances up at the recording laptop; the cam feed showing him your face pressed into the pillows, writhing all over your pretty sheets. fuck, you look so good. he's used to breaking in the starstruck beauties who flock to him, but he plays favorites now— fearing that once he truly has you, you’ll never let go of his heart, his cock.

“i don't- oh god- i don't know, but i want to try, sir,”you breathe out through your whines, the honorific only baiting him into getting your way, a true performer. “p-please let me try!”

“such a good girl, even when your fans aren't watching. if you want it, take it then. put it in for me,” he almost pleads, wanting to see that you want this just as much and you fucking do. too teased out to feel the jitters fluttering in your heart. you reach behind you, hand fumbling to wrap around his girth. skin feverish after hearing his heavy intake of breath— oh, you did that to him. satoru ducks his head to grip your chin and kiss all over your face, heated presses of his lips reserved for a lover. a distraction for you both as you guide his cockhead to nudge at the entrance of your pretty virgin cunt—

your eyes mist over, crystalline tears clinging to your lashes; losing focus after his hips sink forward. hiding your face in the sheets again, you muffle the depraved whimpers you hiccup out as gojo's cock forces your walls to spread open just for him. white heat slicking your body with sweat as you squirm under him on the bed. he's so fucking long, and he chuckles when you slide a hand down to your stomach to make sure you can't feel him there, too. he feeds you his cock slow so you feel every inch of him, bullying a spot to sit right up against your womb.

“t-too big- oh m’ god, it's too big satoru!”

“you cryin' f' me, baby?” oh, he is aching. no room in the little space your pussy gives him. he struggles to breathe, hair sticking to his forehead as he fights for his composure. he wants to treat you tenderly, break you in the right way, but you're a hot brand around his cock, sucking him in so good it drives him wild.

“s-satoru-”

“you feel that? much better than your toys, isn't it?” he kneels, pinning one hand over your back to keep you in place. “you can take it, cutie. just ease up for me a little, i've got you.”

you try to relax, eyes shut and sheets bitten into your mouth. you've never felt anything like it— the intrusion of his cock builds a pressure that none of your toys could've prepared you for. an overwhelmingly tight fit, you feel too full, in over your head. pussy staining his cock with frothy slick as he draws his hips back for an experimental thrust, an emptiness that makes you whine loudly for him to fill you up again.

“talk to me, tell me how it feels, angel.”

“o-oh- i don't... i don't know-” you gasp, leaning up on your elbows, a sensual dip in your back, the way you've seen the girls on the nsfw accounts you follow pose. the webcam films your fucked out expression and you're too cock hungry to care about it now, watching it shamelessly on the screen of your laptop.

“can't talk?” gojo taunts, digging his nails into the skin of your ass as he levels his weight into his hips and fucks forward. heavy, deep snaps that furrows your brow cutely, determined as you try your best to take him like you imagine the experienced women who are used to the oppressive force of his cock do.

“want me to slow down?” he asks softly, a little worried. after all, it wouldn't be the first time his dick knocked someone out. but you shake your head rapidly and he cackles, pairing that insane sound with deeper thrusts, sharp hipbones rutting against the back of your ass as he bottoms out again— too deep.

“wan' see your face, please 'toru, please,” you blubber into the sheets, but his keen hearing picks it up anyway. stopping is the hardest thing ever, but he pulls out; pushes you onto your back with a hiss.

“can't believe you wanna watch me break in this cute little pussy. what changed?” he goads, but he doesn't wait for your answer. “you know what to do.”

shyly, you wriggle down the bed until your hips are flush against his, reaching between the sweaty shadow of your bodies to handle his damp cock again. the stretch is no easier to take the second time, but you know what it feels like. pining for the slight twinge, the hot burn as he spreads sweet fire through your nerves. the weight of his cock fucking your pussy open in slow, teasing thrusts that leaves you whining.

“don't go easy on me-”

satoru listens instantaneously, pounding you roughly as he nips and marks your sweaty skin as his, little love bites along your neck you'll have to cover in the morning. something he never does, but call him attached to you now. “that's all you needed, ain't it? you don't want those sick fucks watching you. just wanted me to make a mess of this pretty pussy.”

“y-yes!” you cry against his shoulder and he buries his nose against the pulse point at your neck, inhaling sweet gulps of sex and perfume. a grunt kicks out of his chest as he leaves you, leaning back on his heels to fuck harder, your fingers flying to his forearms as he grips your waist, tugging you forward onto his cock to meet his thrusts.

you become a victim to his skilled fucking, to the harsh slap of his hips that a virgin has no business taking. thighs trembling up a storm, desperately trying to close as his cockhead drags along your gummy walls on the quick pull out, fucking your nerves to a red glow.

“you're so good for me, best girl. so good. keep these legs nice and spread for me so i can fuck this pussy the way she deserves.”

neither of you pay attention to the blinking red light of your webcam, too lost in the throes of good fucking. satoru can't keep his eyes off of you as you wriggle desperately underneath him. you're a mess; lips swollen and slicked with spit from your lolling tongue, hair splayed out all over your sanrio pillows while you stare up at him through teary, lidded eyes with the most fucked out look of adoration for the man pounding you, he almost feels guilty.

“s'toru.. satoru- w-will i get to cum again? it feels so- but i can't-”

he loses his final thread of sanity at your little pants and whines of his name. “some girls need it right here, d... don't they, sweet girl?” he says, stuttering when your pussy clenches him in on a good stroke. slick squelches out of you, staining your favorite sheets in a gooey puddle. it's how he knows his cock is fucking you at the right angle, brushed up against that precious spot nestled along your walls. your back arches high off the sheets when he hits it, but a big palm at your belly presses you down, refusing to let you run.

“it feels better right here, too,” he tells you, his hand shifting down. drawing sticky shapes of his initials under the hood of your sore, puffy clit— and you've touched yourself enough times to know what the feeling means. the pooling of sweet heat in your belly, the giddy waves of dopamine swirling in your nerves as a man throws you into your peak for the first time. “feel it yet? yeah you do. cum for me like a good fucking girl, make a mess of my cock like it's yours, pretty girl. give it to me.”

you're sobbing for him, clinging to him as if he can protect you from the force of your own orgasm. tears welling up in your big eyes as the knot in your tummy bursts so suddenly and you cum, walls fluttering around satoru's cock so tight it pains him to thrust through it. no thought in your pretty mind except the relentless pressure he fucks out of your body. overstimulation sets in too quick and you push at his stomach frantically as your juices splash onto the sheets, wetting all over his hand and bathing down the white trail of hair on his stomach. “i-it's too much, wait-”

“fucking.. fuck, princess- let me go or ‘m gonna cum inside you.. you're sucking me in so tight. f-fuck!” he is only seconds behind you, remembering at the last minute to draw back on his heels and pull his cock out of your weeping pussy. you're still shaking in the aftermath of the best orgasm you've ever had but he’s pinching your puffy lips between his pointer and thumb. it only takes a few rubs of his cock through your swollen folds before he whines low in his throat, grunting and tossing his head back as he spills thick ropes of opaque cum all over your pretty crotchless panties and ruined pussy.

“o-oh.. there's so much of it-” you marvel and when he opens his eyes again on the come down, hips kicking weakly now, he sees you reaching down to run your fingers through the cum he left between your thighs, pinching his sticky seed between your fingers curiously.

you're going to be the fucking death of him.

“yeah, that happens,” he chuckles with no breath in his lungs, no energy to tease you about it. he is too dignified to collapse on the bed with a softening dick, in need of a long ass nap, so he leans forward and pets the roots of your hair softly. “you need anything? besides a bath and your diary to give me raving reviews, of course.”

“i...” you start, sitting up and reaching for the closest thing that can cover you besides the stained sheets of your bed: gojo's uniform jacket. you drape it around your front, looking away to hide the vulnerability in your eyes. “can you stay until i fall asleep? you can leave after but.. i don't..”

don't be greedy, is what he would usually tell a woman asking him to sleepover after he's snatched her innocence up and fucked her into a limp. but with you, the sinking feeling in his chest, the months of pocketing your hidden smiles and shy flirtations to think about during his darkest hours, tells him only one thing: he wouldn't have left even if you asked him to.

“i'm not going anywhere.”

gojo experiences a first tonight, too. for the first time ever, he doesn't run.

instead, he stays. cleans you up with a warm towel and eases you into clean underwear, though you insist on wearing his jacket as pajamas. he even helps you change your soaked sheets ( with insufferable comments asking if he can keep them. ) you don't know what it means when a man stays after being your first, but your heart feels too warm and a little bit in lo—

“what's that sound?”

you're about to tuck into bed, ready to snuggle in safe and sound with gojo watching over you when his voice speaks up. now that your post-orgasmic haze has cleared a little, you hear it too. the quiet chime of the tip and chat bells ringing wildly from your still open laptop.

the camera at the end of your bed blinking lipstick red from its perch on the tripod.

like.boobs.97 chatted: that bastard is so lucky.

“oh... oh, no!” you squeal, scrambling to shut the laptop down, face burning with mortification. you should have checked, you should have checked. you have to help satoru with his emails in the morning, why did you trust him to click the right button?

you've been streaming to your viewers on the cam site the entire time.

“whoops,” is all gojo says, carefree and flippant as ever as he moves to stretch out across your bed like an oversized unbothered cat, drawing you against his body.

“so, you gonna introduce me as your new boyfriend or what?”

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THE ETHICS OF RELATIONSHIPS - 'THE PROF GETO SERIES'

INSTRUCTOR INFORMATION Professor Suguru Geto Level: Advanced (18+) Total Points: 91,264 / 91,264 (100% Complete) Extra Credit Earned: 3,603 Recommended Study Playlist

COURSE DESCRIPTION Professor Suguru Geto is a renown ethics professor, and you're a 4.0, straight A student whose GPA he's trying to ruin (or that's what you think). Instead of dropping the class, you're more intent on making him see your brilliance -- but you get more than you bargained for, when the two of you learn more about the other -- and what you owe to each other.

COURSE REQUIREMENTS

I. I NEED SOMEONE OLDER....................................10,376 POINTS

II. ILLICIT AFFAIRS......................................................16,821 POINTS

III. THE WRONG PLACE AT THE RIGHT TIME......12,010 POINTS

IV. YOU DREW STARS AROUND MY SCARS.........14,288 POINTS

V. WAIT FOR YOUR LOVE..........................................12,464 POINTS

VI. TEACH YOU HOW FOREVER FEELS…………….25,305 POINTS

EXTRA CREDIT

I. SUDDENLY, I HAVE A VALENTINE.......................1,208 POINTS

II. SAY YOU CAN'T SLEEP (BABY I KNOW).............2,395 POINTS

RATE MY PROFESSOR! — GOJO SATORU & GETO SUGURU.

kinktober day one — threesomes ; find masterlist here

synopsis. you’re professor gojo’s TA—the catch? you both are romantically involved. what do you do when professor geto happens to accidentally walk in on you giving a blowjob? let him fuck you so he keeps his mouth shut and doesn’t tell a soul, of course

length. 5.1k words (deep, big, heavy sigh)

contents. minors do not interact, fem! reader, college au, teacher-student relationships, prof! satoru + suguru, TA! reader, power imbalance, age gaps (reader is early twenties and satoru + suguru are early thirties), semi public sex (at campus in satoru’s office), suguru walking in on you and satoru, threesomes, fingering + blowjobs + hair pulling + throat fucking + cum swallowing (satoru), male masturbation + edging (suguru), unprotected sex + (one) clit slap + creampie (suguru), pet names (baby, sweetheart, angel, princess, pretty girl, good girl), not proof read—i am a raw dog kinda gal

notes. i would highly discourage having intimate relations with a professor—but….if your professor looks like gojo or geto, i’m blind babe. i ain’t see nothing. i won’t tell a soul

“you guys wanna get lunch?” nobara hums, “we’re all here.”

megumi, as always, looks like he’s about to say no—he probably wants to go home as quickly as possible. but that’s not an option because before he can, yuji has already piped up with an enthusiastic, “yeah! i’m down.”

you fiddle your fingers nervously—how are you supposed to get out of this one? you’d just used the excuse of grading assignments for satoru yesterday, and surely you couldn’t possibly have a fresh pile of them to grade again within twenty-four hours, right? it’d be a suspicious excuse, especially one for nobara, who seems to sniff out a lie a little too easily. 

it’s not that you don’t want to hang out with your friends, you love them. really. but you promised you’d be in satoru’s office in fifteen minutes—and you’re not about to keep him waiting, so lunch will have to wait for another time.

you’re still thinking of a usable excuse when she turns to you herself, unimpressed as she dryly says, “i assume you have some midterm review to help him polish or something,” she grumbles, “gojo is so lazy,” she scoffs.

oh—well, that wasn’t very hard. she’s just made it ten times easier for you. nobara has handed you the perfect excuse right in the palm of your hand, and before you can even play it off casually, yuji cuts in and distracts her. bless yuji, you think to yourself.

“hey, professor gojo is a great guy! we all passed with an A! isn’t that great?”

“everyone gets an A in his class, dumbass,” megumi grunts, rolling his eyes, “not getting an A in his class practically means you’re deliberately trying to do poorly.”

on campus, professor gojo is a fan favorite—his rate my professor score is a perfect five stars, and most of the students around campus rave about him. why? because he gives out the letter grade A+ like it’s candy. anyone would love a professor like that. 

he doesn’t ever take attendance or knock your grade down when you skip class, his assignments are always easy to google answers to, and the quizzes have unlimited time and attempts. his tests are straightforward enough that even if you never pay attention, doing the review he uploads is sure to help you cram enough to pass. and what’s better? he always adds a generous curve. not only that, but professor gojo is a friendly guy—he loves talking to his students, loves to ramble away if you stop him in the halls or visit during office hours, loves to listen to your stories and nod along in interest, loves to crack jokes and have a good laugh.

everyone loves professor gojo. and when they leave his class with an A+, they love him even more. 

you had an A+ in physics yourself when you took his class—and you hate physics. you hated it in high school, and you hate it now. but for gojo satoru? you’re almost a physics enthusiast. professor gojo—or rather, satoru, as you call him now, takes a liking to you. a very…strong liking, if you will. 

it all starts on a fateful monday afternoon two semesters ago—it’s one thirty pm, the busiest hour on campus. sometimes, it feels like everyone takes classes at one pm—and as such, getting a table in the university coffee shop is almost impossible. you’re just about to give up and leave with your coffee and sandwich after scanning the place when a wave of a hand catches your attention. 

it’s professor gojo. 

need a seat? he asks you, gesturing at the chair in front of him at his table—it’s a smooth, amused little drawl, the way he talks. it’s almost always a borderline teasing tone, and his voice is low enough that it sounds oddly enticing. you’ve heard enough girls lust over his voice in class to know you’re not the only one who sometimes appreciates the sound. 

you try to insist that you wouldn’t want to intrude, but professor gojo is a nice guy; always looks out for his students and helps them out. so, when he insists that he doesn’t mind you taking the spare seat as he grades a few assignments, well…you decide to sheepishly thank him and sit across from him, finally having somewhere to sit and eat before you’re off to your next class. 

and then it begins.

every now and then, you sit across from your physics professor in the crowded coffee shop on campus as you enjoy a cold brew and a sandwich before your next class. somehow, he always manages to snatch a table, and somehow, you always manage to find him. you like to ramble to him sometimes—how professor nanami is a bit too strict for your liking (he giggles at that), how professor ieri always seems too tired and miserable to be here (he nods and agrees), and how professor geto is nice, but he takes literature pretty seriously (he gives you an amused look at that as he hums.)

somewhere along the line, he asks you to be his TA for the following semester—and somewhere further along that line…well, perhaps the one-on-one talks as you sit together at a table for two felt a little too close to something of a romantic setting because you and professor gojo kiss in his office while he calls you in to explain your TA responsibilities. 

that was never supposed to happen. 

you don’t even remember who leaned in first, or whose arms were the first to wrap around the other, or who tugged who closer, but you both kiss. and then some. and then it happens again, and again, and again—and, well…you’re professor gojo’s, or better yet, satoru’s best kept secret.

you go to his office to grade assignments for him—in between if he steals a few kisses, who’s to know? sometimes, he’s a bit riskier, likes to spread his legs and free his cock and have your hand stroke him as he eyes the door. it’s always a nice view to watch him unbutton a few buttons of his shirt and bite back moans. other days, he likes to slip his hand past your waistband and toy with your clit—the amused glint in his eyes, as he tells you not to get distracted and keep grading when you gasp always, earns him a sharp glare.

it’s like that for the semester, just you and him in his little office where you can break the rules in the safety of secrecy. 

that is, until now. 

admittedly, this isn’t the best time to be doing this—professor geto likes to have lunch with satoru around this time, and you know you’re cutting it close…but he just looks so pretty like this, head fallen back against his chair as his lips part with a soft gasp.

you’re on your knees, looking up as you suck on the tip of his stiff cock before taking him down your throat, bobbing your head up and down. it’s a rewarding position to be in—to have the hot, loved, campus favorite professor that everyone thirsts over falling apart in your mouth, hands gripping the arms of his chair as he pants harshly above you.

he looks pretty—always does, always looks good enough that you can feel the ache between your legs get worse. the messy strands of his hair stick to his damp forehead, and his lips are always so pink and plump when he bites them like that, and who can forget the way his eyes turn just a shade darker of that bright blue?

you hum around him, making him groan as he mumbles, “f-fuck, you’re so good, sweetheart—always know how to make me feel good.”

you press a kiss to his tip, smearing the bead of pre cum leaking from his slit along your lips before licking them clean—he closes his eyes and groans at that. you can’t help but giggle, can’t help but press more kisses along his hardened length until you’re at the base of his cock. 

“pretty little lips,” he hums, reaching to rub his thumb over your bottom lip as you open your mouth, letting him slip into your mouth—he hums approvingly as your tongue swirls around the digit, sucking slowly. “‘s like you were made for taking me, huh?”

“‘course i was,” you grin cheekily—and then you’re back to sucking on his cock, tongue rubbing over that thick vein you love to trace and reaching a hand to play with his balls. he moans—it’s low but still whiny enough that you can’t help but feel so proud at how needy he is, how desperately he always wants you. no matter the risk.

except the risk is probably not the wisest one to test today because just as satoru lets out a particularly loud whine when you swallow around him, the door clicks open and…

oh. 

oh no. 

this…this isn’t good—this is terrible, in fact. this is the worst possible outcome to the worst possible thing you’ve done, and now you’re screwed. entirely destroyed, in fact—the both of you. here goes your admission and your progress on your degree, and here goes satoru’s entire career and everything he’s worked for, and all because you couldn’t help but give him a blowjob in the middle of his office with the door unlocked where his best friend can walk right in and get a full view.

and worse? this best friend of his happens to be another professor on campus who you happen to have had just last semester. you’re sure he knows you; you’re his former student, after all, and he must certainly know his best friend’s TA. 

professor geto blinks—his eyes go back and forth between you and satoru and the still-hard cock between his legs that’s glistening with your spit as you sit on your knees. yeah—there’s no explaining this one.

“well,” he says blankly, “i guess that’s on me for not knocking, huh?”

“suguru,” satoru grumbles, “some of us are busy y’know? can’t you come back later?”

you turn to satoru in shock—how can he be so normal about this? how can he just casually act like this is some random hook-up his friend walked in on instead of a (very illegal and very unprofessional) teacher-student relationship that could get the two of you in more trouble than you can comprehend? 

but professor geto doesn’t seem even the slightest bit concerned. there’s no look of disgust or panic or even anger at you and satoru for your unprofessional habits. there’s no alarm at the distasteful activities you’re doing in the middle of a university office where anyone could potentially walk in on. and then there’s satoru—he doesn’t even bother making himself decent or pulling you from your knees.

no, instead, he looks at professor geto in slight irritation as the latter stands there. 

“so this is what you’re always busy doing in your office, huh?” professor geto hums, chuckling in amusement, “i have to say, you at least have good taste, satoru. she’s excellent in and outside the classroom, it seems.”

“yeah, she’s a keeper,” satoru hums, cupping your cheek as he grins down at you, “now if you don’t mind, suguru, we’re in the middle of something.”

“and what do you plan on doing if this gets around?” professor geto raises a brow, unimpressed.

you look at him in panic at that—surely…surely he can’t mean that he would be the one to spread this around, right? surely he wouldn’t throw his best friend under the bus, correct? if not for you, then for satoru’s sake, he’d never let this information find another soul. otherwise…otherwise you’ll both lose everything. all the hard work and progress you’ve made, all of satoru’s experience and years building his career, and all the future opportunities you had coming up—all of it will be for nothing if professor geto says one word. 

people wouldn’t have a hard time believing it either, you think. sometimes your own friends like to poke fun at you themselves. 

you’re always with him, are you sure you’re not in love with the guy at this point? nobara always likes to snort at you.

why does professor gojo even keep you around? you’re too lazy—you must give good head, megumi tends to tease as he raises a brow with amused eyes.

with how often you’re in professor gojo’s room, you might as well have a crush on him, yuji sometimes giggles.

surely, with how often you’re seen in the coffee shop with him as he grades papers and how often he likes to tease you when you show up to his classroom sometimes to drop off papers, students would certainly take the rumors and spread them like wildfire if professor geto says even the littlest thing. 

you look at him with wobbly lips as you whisper, “please don’t tell anyone,” you sniffle, “i…maybe there’s something we can do…to keep you from…”

the two of them look at you in shock—they stare at you for a moment, stare at the crystalline tears welling up in your eyes, at the soft little tremor in your lips, at the sweet little sniffles you try to hide. then, as if in sync, their eyes meet each other’s before finding you once more.

“oh, that’s precious,” professor geto chuckles, “she really is a keeper, satoru—she even looks pretty when she cries. i’m almost jealous.”

“don’t look for too long, suguru,” satoru grumbles—and then, “listen, sweetheart, you don’t have to worry. suguru’s not gonna—”

“well, if there is something you’d wanna do for me,” professor geto cuts satoru off, his voice a low drawl as he walks closer, hand cupping your jaw as he tilts your face up, “i suppose i can keep my mouth shut.”

“anything,” you nod quickly.

you’re so eager to please, he thinks—so perfect and sweet and pliant, that suguru thinks he might actually really be jealous that somehow, it was satoru who caught your attention. how did this all start? when did it start? how long has it been going on? do you have real feelings for each other? or is it just a pleasurable business kind of deal? do you meet up outside of campus? does he take you to the next town over to freely walk around with you on dates? do you kiss sweetly sometimes instead of with hunger? have you ever spent a night in his bed? do you sleep better beside each other, wrapped in the other’s arms?

there are so many, many questions suguru wants to ask. the potential answers to all of them make him a bit more unhappy than he cares to admit. something in him wonders how things might’ve had to play out in order to land you in his office instead—but…but if you’re offering anything, why not take advantage of the offer?

“anything?” he asks, looking at you amused, “you know, princess, anything is a dangerous offer. what if i asked to join? what if i asked to fuck you here in this office so your secret is safe?”

you blink up at him for a moment at his words—they’re a bit shocking. professor geto…doesn’t think this is wrong? clearly, he doesn’t if he’s willing to take part. but that doesn’t sound half bad. not even in the slightest. 

they’re a popular pair: professor gojo and geto are all people on campus ever talk about. those two professors who happen to be best friends. they’re not much older than you either—can’t be past their early thirties, even if they don’t look a day over twenty. 

did you know they used to go to college together? i heard they’ve known each other since high school. apparently, they applied to work here together and only took the offer up once the other agreed. it’s all people ever gossip about when they mention them both. it’s always about how close they are, how deep their bond is, how there is never one without the other. and then, of course, there are those…the less than appropriate comments you occasionally hear the other girls make. i bet professor gojo gives the best head—he’s always sucking on some lollipop. i’d let professor geto do nasty things to me while i read his literature books out loud to him—he’s too fine. i can take both of them—and i don’t mean their classes. 

it’s…not exactly a bad offer that he gives you, you think to yourself. it’s an enticing one, in fact. you get to have them both—professor geto isn’t any less attractive than satoru and…and well, you’d really like for him to keep this a secret, so it’s a bit of a win-win. plus, you’re sure he wouldn’t risk spilling such delicate information when it would put his career at risk, too—it seems like the perfect leverage.

you look at your old literature professor with a nod as you murmur, “then i’d say you should make sure to lock the door this time—we don’t want to make the same mistake twice, do we?”

his eyes sparkle in amusement at that, a low chuckle falling from his pretty lips as he shakes his head at you—you’re even better than he expected. satoru is so, so lucky he’s got to have you to himself all this time. it’s criminally unfair. 

“hey,” satoru pouts from behind, still sitting in his chair and still painfully hard as his throbbing cock sits between his legs unattended. “you both are forgetting about me,” he whines.

professor geto—or rather, suguru, you suppose, only looks at his best friend in amusement. “now, satoru—what have i always told you about sharing? here—” he walks over and pulls satoru to stand before taking the seat himself and patting his thigh as he looks at you with a sly grin, “why don’t i get to feel your pussy, and satoru can have your mouth like before? then we both get what we want.”

“bossy as ever, suguru,” satoru chuckles, but there’s something in his eyes—something darker and more excited than you’ve ever seen them.

“get her ready for me,” suguru hums, fingers making quick work to unbuckle his belt and free his hardened cock. you can’t help but stare, can’t help but watch as he wraps his fist around his hardened length and runs his thumb through his slit with a low moan. 

he’s not as long, but he’s thicker than satoru—you can easily tell he won’t be any easier to take. you watch attentively as he traces the thick vein along the side of his cock with this thumb as he strokes upward, rolling around his tip before stroking down and squeezing at the base. you watch his lips tug between his teeth, a soft moan ripping from his throat as he touches himself in the way he likes best.

you’ll remember what he likes, you think—you can sense this might not be your first and last opportunity to see suguru like this. and next time? well, next time, it’ll be your hand touching his cock and pulling those pretty little sighs and groans from him instead of his own.

“eyes on me, sweetheart,” satoru hums, pulling you to stand before gently guiding your back to fall against his desk, fingers looping into your waistband and pulling your pants down your legs. you can hear the sharp inhale suguru takes as soon as the wetness of your folds is on display, as soon as your puffy clit and dripping pussy are there for him to see so clearly. “watch carefully, suguru,” satoru grins, “she’s pretty when she cums.”

“i can imagine,” suguru muses, “alright then. show me.”

instantly, satoru’s fingers are intruding into your cunt—it’s familiar, the sensation of his digits bullying past your folds and curling against your sweet spot. he’s already knuckles deep, already pressing the tips of his fingers into the back of your walls as far as they’ll go, spreading you open and scissoring you apart. it feels good—it always does, and when his palm rolls across your clit? you can’t help but let out a whiny moan that earns a groan from suguru as he fists his cock tighter. 

“god, she even sounds so pretty,” he pants, watching as satoru’s fingers slip in and out of your pretty cunt, at the way it all but sucks them in itself as it flutters around him. everything about you is perfect—but your face is by far suguru’s favorite. the way it twists with pleasure as satoru slams his fingers against your spot mercilessly with every thrust of his wrist has him fighting off his orgasm—his fist slowing down to a teasing edge as he grunts at the way he lets his pleasure die down for the sake of really feeling you. 

“that feel good, angel?” satoru asks, grinning down at you. 

you nod quickly, head thrown back against the wooden desk as you stutter, “y-yes…s-so good, toru.”

“toru?” suguru asks, “do i get a nickname too? make sure you come up with one for me, yeah?”

it’s almost like you don’t hear him, too busy on the way satoru drags along your walls with every time his fingers sink into you. “toru, toru—s-slow down, ‘m g-gonna…”

“slow down?” satoru gasps—his pace only quickens at that as he gives you a mocking pout, “you want me to slow down, sweetheart? you never ask me to slow down, it’s always faster, toru. faster, please! from you. you don’t wanna give suguru the wrong idea, do you? he’ll think i haven’t taught you how to take it like a good girl.”

suguru snorts at that, slowly dragging his hand up and down his sensitive cock—it’s red at the tip, flushed, and leaky enough that it’s easy to tell he’s aching for release.

“hurry up, satoru,” he grits, biting his lip as he fights back another orgasm and stills his hand, keeping it tightened around the base of his length, “we haven’t got all day.”

“can’t rush making my pretty girl cum, suguru,” satoru gasps, “she deserves the best. look at this pussy—” he gives pulls his fingers out to give your clit attention, rubbing your slick over the sensitive bud as you gasp, writhing over his desk, “—see how perfect it is? you gotta treat it like that too.”

as if from his words alone, as if you get off on the way satoru praises your cunt to his best friend who watches you get stuffed to the brim with his fingers, you whimper before cumming—your pussy fluttering around nothing, walls spasming and dripping with slick as he toys with your clit. 

“toru—toru, ‘m cumming…cumming—oh,” you babble, thighs quivering as his thumb doesn’t let up from your abused clit, watching as your hand reaches for his wrist weakly to halt his movements. “‘s too much,” you sniffle.

“too much?” suguru gasps, “how will you take me, then, princess? don’t tell me you’re tapping out already?”

“nah,” satoru grins, chuckling, “she’s got plenty left in her. she can take it.” with that, he hooks an arm under your waist and helps you sit up, leaning down to kiss you softly as you let out a muffled whine against his lips. “you’re ready for suguru, aren’t you, baby? prepped you nice and good to take him, didn’t i?”

you nod, mumbling a soft, “uh huh,” in agreement.

“that’s my good girl,” he coos, grinning as he presses a wet kiss to your forehead. 

suguru, patient as ever with a stiff, aching cock standing between his muscled thighs, holds an arm out for you as he murmurs, “c’mere then, princess. can’t back out of our deal yet, can you?” you walk over to him on wobbly legs, letting him pull you to sit on his lap, back flush against his chest as his hands guide your hips. he taps the head of his cock against your clit as he lines your entrance up with his length before pulling you to sit, slowly inching you down on him bit by bit as he gasps at the way you squeeze around him instantly. “h-holy—fuck, such a tight fuckin’ pussy. ‘s like i can barely even move,” he grunts, chin resting on your shoulder as he pants.

satoru walks over, staring down at you as you’re seated on suguru’s lap before cupping your cheek and rubbing over the soft skin with his thumb. “you can take both of us, right sweetheart? you’re just too good not to, aren’t ya?”

you nod eagerly, letting the tip of his cock tap against your lip, tongue moving to lick across his slit and make him groan. he’s painfully hard—cock swollen and neglected for so long, you almost forgot that he’s been waiting for your mouth to take him again after being interrupted. your jaw slacks as you let him thrust his hips and fuck his length into you, tip hitting the back of your throat as you choke around him. 

“fuck,” satoru hisses lowly, biting his lip as his hands grab your hair and keep you in place while he ruts into your mouth, “fuck, baby. never get tired of how good this mouth feels—takes me so fuckin’ well. jus’ love feelin’ me down your throat, huh?”

you can’t do anything but let out a muffled cry, feeling the fat tip of suguru’s cock nudge against your sweet spot—it’s just as effortless: the way he finds your most sensitive part. just as effortless as satoru. maybe that’s why they get along so well, maybe they’re connected in that way. 

“oh, princess,” suguru moans, panting against your ear as he lets out a breathy moan, “fuck, that’s good—so, good. can hardly move with the way you’re squeezing me. greedy little pussy, isn’t it?”

you whine as you feel his arm wrap around you, finger rolling over your puffy clit as his hips snap upwards and fuck into you, cock dragging along your walls and stretching you enough that you can hardly think straight. he’s big—it feels like he’s almost splitting you open with his girth as his hips roll up and sink him deeper into your cunt.

“she’s…she’s perfect,” suguru pants, “keepin’ this all to yourself? how selfish of you, satoru.”

“she’s mine,” satoru whines, cock pushing past your lips as he speaks, the way your tongue glides along his vein making his cheeks flush as his eyes flutter shut and his mouth falls open with a breathless moan. “she’s too good to share with you. you d-don’t deserve her.”

“yeah? and you do?” suguru chuckles—it sounds more like a labored pant, his breath harsh as he groans into your neck when you flutter particularly tightly around him, forehead falling to dig into your shoulder, “she’s suckin’ me in. think she wants me. don’t you, pretty girl? you want me to cum inside you, right? make you mine too?”

“y-yes,” you mewl, popping off satoru’s length as you whimper when suguru chuckles and gives your clit a light slap, back arching against him as he pushes his cock past your folds again, “yes, wan’ it. wan’ it so, so bad—need it.”

“see,” he raises a brow towards satoru, “knew it.”

you can see the way satoru’s cock twitches at that—at the way you fall apart on suguru’s lap as the latter digs his head into your shoulder as he breathes harshly, chasing his release desperately as he ruts into your slick pussy. you can see the way satoru’s tip is flushed a harsh red, leaking with pre cum as he aches to spill cum down your throat, so you let him push past your lips once more—but not before giving his tip a delicate kiss. 

“she’s my girl,” satoru grunts, “mine, mine, mine—knows how to make me cum. kn-knows how to take me so good, right baby?”

and as if to answer him, you suck around his tip, swallowing around his length and making him groan as his hips stutter and cum paints your throat white as it fills your mouth. you try to swallow every drop, try to take what he gives you as he fucks into you desperately and chases the pleasure of his high. thick, hot ropes of cum spill from the corners of your lips as satoru fucks his load into you, panting as his hips sloppily roll and work himself through his orgasm.

“that’s right, sweetheart,” he groans lowly, “take it, yeah? god—fuck, feels so good, baby. ‘m c-cumming.”

you make a sound between a choked whine and sharp gasp as suguru’s thumb rubs harshly against your swollen clit, his teeth sinking into your shoulder as he groans, hips just as sloppy as satoru’s in his pace that it tells you he’s close too—and then he twitches into your pussy, cock burying into you once, twice, three more times before he groans too.

“gonna cum, princess? ‘cause ‘m gonna fuckin’ cum—fill you up and make you mine. you want that right? want me to—f-fuck, fuck ‘m close, so close,” he cuts himself off with a gasp, letting out a needy whine into your skin before spilling into you. you can feel hot, thick ropes of cum paint your walls as his tip nudges back into you and pushes his load as deep as he can.

and you fall apart too, coming undone a second time as your walls hug around him tightly, head falling back as you mewl a high pitched, “s-sugu—c-can’t…’s too much—”

“you can take it, pretty,” he hums, “know you can. you’re too precious not to, right?”

it’s messy—it’s downright filthy, in fact, the way his cum and your slick mix and drip along your inner thighs, making a mess on satoru’s chair. you pant as your pussy pulses around him before coming down from your high, falling slack in his arms against his chest as he chuckles and presses a kiss to your jaw. 

“fuck,” he breathes, “you’re something else. who’d have thought my favorite little student from a previous semester could do all that?”

“isn’t she a dime?” satoru chuckles proudly, reaching for the corner of your mouth with his thumb, collecting a stray drop of cum and pushing it back past your lips and onto your tongue, humming approvingly as you swallow. “precious, isn’t she?”

“of course,” suguru nods, with a grin, leaning to peck your shoulder, “so, tell me. which professor would you take again?”

satoru purses his lips as he glares. “this isn’t rate my professor, suguru. and don’t get used to thi—”

“well,” you hum, interrupting as you bat your lashes sweetly at both of them, “why i can’t just take both of you again?”

guess who’s posting their october first kinktober fic literally 40 mins before it’s october second ?? if it’s not procrastinated, it’s not reached its full potential

Hiiiii!!

I’ve been hella horny for Dain ever since I played through the new archon quest coul you write smth filthy for him

I’m too obsessed w that man ty ily🥲🖤

OMG ME TOO

I'm sorry, I know dain's story quest was supposed to be sad and stuff but all I could think about was being his travel partner and how you guys are camping but you two are literally so horny for each other that the tension leads to some rough sex 🤤💀 ehe.

warnings: outdoor sex, pervert! reader, f masturbation, cumming inside

Dain doesn't know it but you love him.

Being his travel partner is... interesting. Cause you cherish your friendship with him more than anything so fucking it up is not an option.

You just wanted to BE fucked. By him specifically.

See? Interesting.

During your journey, nightfall had arrived sooner than you two thought and since there weren't any towns nearby, you two decided to make haven in the forest.

The crackling fire and the crickets chirping are the only sounds in the dark forest you two were currently having camp in.

You lean back and stretch your arms on the log you're resting against with a prolonged sigh, your bones creating satisfying pops. "Man, I'm beat. Those hilichurls sure gave us trouble."

"you should get some rest then." Dain replies while poking at the flickering fire with a stick.

You drop your arms in your lap before tilting your head. "What about you? Are you gonna sleep?"

"I'll keep watch." He explains while flashing you a small smile.

You're unable to help the shy smile that makes its way across your face. He's always so considerate to you. "U-um, nah, I'll just stay up with you. You know, to keep you company..."

"Alright. That's fine."

You shift on the ground uncomfortably, your eyes shamelessly wandering his body. He wasn't wearing his cape, he never does when you guys rest, so his built body was on full display.

Free eye candy basically.

You're such a pervert but you can't help it. You wanted him so badly.

"something wrong, y/n?"

You jump from his voice. the way he says your name sends electric shocks straight to your groin. Not good.

"n-no, I'm fine." You laugh nervously while brushing your hair behind your ear as Dain intently observes you.

You needed some relief. Like, as soon as possible before Dain could catch on.

"you shouldn't lie to me, y/n." his eyes darken and you know he's only concerned but fuck that stupidly hot authoritative voice only makes you swoon.

"you've been acting like this recently. Would you care to tell me what's bothering you-?"

"No!!"

Dain's taken aback by your outburst but you quickly clear your throat and stand up from your spot, your ears bright red. "S-sorry, I just.. I-I'll go get some more firewood!"

Turning on your heel, you take off into the woods before Dain could even attempt to stop you.

Panting while glancing back to make sure that you're a good distance away from the campsite, you stop and lean against a tree before slouching down.

You didn't mean to shout at him. You know he meant well but...you just couldn't have him finding out about your dark thoughts and desires.

Your face is flushed red and your breathing is still shallow from the adrenaline but you drag down your shorts and underwear to drop at your ankles.

It's been way too long since you last did this. Your libido has been building up this whole time.

With two shaky fingers, you gently suck on them to get them wet before gently grazing against your clit and that already sends a jolt of pleasure up your spine.

Biting your lip to stifle the whimper you threaten to let out, you continue to give fast tight rubs to the sensitive bundle of nerves, your thighs quaking all the while.

Fuck, fuck, it feels so fucking good-

Your fingers coat in your slick as you rest your head back against the trunk and gasp for air. How would Dain react if he found out you were addicted to touching yourself?

With your back arching as you grip onto the bark, you moan out a name without thinking.

"D-Dain...!"

"you called?" A husky voice whispers in your right ear.

Yelping from surprise, you try to whirl around but end up tripping on your shorts and flop on the ground. Of course he followed you.

Dain lets out a low and sexy chuckle as you try to retain whatever dignity you had left by covering your exposed parts while turning over with tears in your eyes.

He bends down to your level and trails a hand up your thigh while leaning toward your face. His eyes are lustful, hungry, and it makes you tremble. You've never seen him like this before.

"why so shy? That was my name you called earlier right?"

You exhale while averting your gaze and cover your mouth with the back of your hand. "M..mhm."

"If you needed additional assistance, you could've just asked," He mumbles while playfully nipping on your earlobe, his hands traveling dangerously under your shirt.

You mewl and lean your head back, allowing him access to your neck. He takes the opportunity and plants soft kisses down to your collarbone.

H-his lips are hot...it feels good.

Dain suddenly pulls back and hovers above your face with a gentle expression. "What do you want from me?"

"h-huh?" Your face turns bright red. Was he really going to make you say it??

Looking away in embarrassment, you stammer to get the words out. "I...I want you to fuck me."

"I need details sweetheart. You want it fast? Rough?" His voice akins to a growl and you realized that's probably how he wanted to do it unless you differed.

You part your lips to ready your response before finally voicing it. "However you want, Dain."

You did your best to try and sound seductive until he captures your lips in a passionate kiss. You eagerly meet it and run your fingers through his blonde hair while you both practically try to inhale each other's mouths.

You run a hand down his chest before trying to lift his shirt up as he does the same to you, trying his damn hardest not to tear it off instead.

Once you're both successfully naked and your clothings are tossed aside, Dain hoists your legs around his waist whilst pushing his erection against your core.

You squeak, your body tingling with anticipation as you watch Dain strip his pants off, his dazzling eyes never leaving yours.

His breathing is ragged and he seems desperate almost. "I always knew. What you've been doing whenever you ran off on your own in the middle of the night."

Your cheeks burn red but you cover your face to hide. You already knew he knew. you didn't need him to say it!

He suddenly leans down to your stomach and snakes his tongue out to get a taste of your skin, earning a full body shiver from you. "But know this y/n. I've been waiting for this moment for a long time too."

Your eyes widen and you slowly remove your hands. "r-really-?"

Your voice is cut off by a cry when he roughly thrusts inside to fill you with every inch of his cock.

Your hands fly to his shoulders for support but he swiftly grabs them and pins them above your head.

You whine, not liking the restriction until he pulls almost completely out before sliding back in and you're certain you heard him swear under his breath before settling into a steady rythm.

"D-Dain, please, I-" you inhale sharply when he hits a good spot inside you, pleasure clouding your mind.

"I wanna touch you!" You finally manage to sob out.

Dain smiles slightly in amusement before bending down to kiss and suck your jawline as puffs of your breath cloud the air.

"and I wanna make you scream." He murmurs hotly, making your walls clench.

He feels it too cause he lets out a guttural grunt before doubling his efforts to reach your cervix, causing your eyes to roll back.

He smirks lopsidedly at the erotic sight. "that's a good look."

His praise has you melting and moaning lewdly as you do your best to absorb all the pleasure he's giving you, your voice being drowned out by the loud and obscene skin slapping against skin.

Good thing you guys were out in the middle of nowhere.

But you're unable to stay still, your body jerking and shaking with the intensity of your approaching orgasm. "Dain! I'm gonna cum!"

He only hums in acknowledgement before trailing his tongue down to your bouncing breasts and enveloping a nipple into his mouth to suck.

That was the push since you arched your back before exploding around him with a scream, tears leaking from your eyes at the intensity of it.

Dain's brows furrow before he hurriedly rides over his own edge, filling you with his seed. You almost cum again at the warm sensation, feeling the tremors of his cock empty what seemed like every last bit he had into you.

Dain doesn't bother slipping out and keeps himself snug inside as both of your chests heave up and down.

your gaze is fixed on the bright stars in the sky before you direct it to Dain.

And you are so glad you did because he looked absolutely beautiful right now. His hair was a mess, strands of it were sticking to his face and his cheeks were flushed red.

His eyes were focused on you and they were full of...love? Fascination?

Whatever it was, it had your heartbeat racing again.

You look away, not being able to handle his gaze before swallowing. "Well uh, I should probably go take a bath in the river."

"oh." He states bluntly, blinking dumbfoundedly.

You smile before reaching out to cup his face.

"would you care to join me?"

|Character/s ➵ All bonten members.

|Warning/s ➵ NSFW, Fem!reader, crack language, suggestive themes, making out, cock block(😔).

|Note ➵ Ctto. They look so fine, damn it. Anyways, here's the part 2 that some of you peeps asked for. And I'd be happy to know on what you thought of this story in the comments! Enjoy <3

✿ Part(s): One, Two, Three

"My head." You let out a small groan then blankly stared at the unfamiliar ceiling which you still haven't realized... "My fucking head."

Letting out a sigh, you turn on your side, seeing an unknown but somehow familiar man sleeping on the bed with you which immediately made your eyes wide in shock.

"Did I finally lost my v card?" Was the first questions you asked. "To this fine fucking man?" Pursing your lips, you felt a tear slip out of her eyes. "Holy shit?? Is this for real?" Pumping your fist in the air, you almost shout a cheer.

"I fucking hit jackpot!" You squealed a little, excited to share the news to your friends. "I'm not a goddamn virgin anymore, Haya." You mumble before glancing at the still sleeping man.

"Goddamn pretty." You whisper with a dreamy sigh. "So fucking pretty. So lucky." You do a little victory dance in your mind as a memory suddenly comes in mind, making your face heat up.

It was a memory of you, clothes gone except for the matching undergarments. While half naked, you and the man were kissing each other so slow and passionate first before it became deep and rough, him dominating over you as his button up shirt were now half undone. Your inner self squeals, remembering how his hands traveled and caressed your body, the hazy memory ending there for you with a small huff.

You lift the blanket, wondering if you're naked along with Ran Haitani. A small hum came out of your mouth when your question was answered. You were wearing a large shirt, which obviously belonged to him, with nothing underneath but your black underwear while Ran wore a gray sweatpants next to you, his torso completely bare.

"How sweet. He must've cleaned and dressed me up." You mumble before lifting the blanket again, seeing his toned body with a half tattoo on it.

"...Now that's fucking sexy." You say, face heating up as you press your legs against each other. "Great. I'm getting horny over a tattoo." You roll your eyes at your own words before letting out a small chuckle and biting your lower lip when you took a quick peak at Ran's body once again.

"Damn sexy." You try your best not to squeal like a little girl so you set the blanket back down on your torso and turned your attention back to admire Ran's beauty but seeing him awake absolutely caught you off guard.

Your first reaction was to pull the blanket over your head and turn around in a flash, face turning red from embarrassment when you question yourself on how long was he awake and how much has he heard since he was looking pretty smug with a handsome smirk on his face.

'Cringe.' You thought, face going red from embarrassment. "Good morning, miss horny." The male greets with a small laugh while you question the somehow familiar name he just called you.

"Don't get all shy on me now." You hear him speak once again. "You were such a naughty girl last night, you know?" Your inner self lets out a scream, face flushed at his husky deep voice.

You remain still and quiet under the blanket, your shyness now getting the best of you which Ran found cute as you were a different person unlike last night.

Anxiety fills you up when the male became quiet with you, and it only increased when you feel him shift closer to you, feeling his warm toned body against your back that it made you think your heart was gonna yeet itself out of your chest.

"You're such a cutie." He said as you let out a small squeak when you felt his cold slender fingers make contact against your legs.

"You were so loud last night." You shut your eyes when you felt his hot breath against your nape. Ran was now under the blanket with you and the tension felt heavy for you that it made you aroused.

"Why so quiet now, sweetheart?" His hand caressed your leg up and down first, giving it light squeezes as it stopped on the side of your thighs.

"If you don't let me see your pretty face," Ran moved even closer. His rough hand quickly went to your hip, pulling it against his harshly, a small hiss went through his lips while yours were a yelp.

You bite your lips hard when you felt your underwear getting soaked with your own slick as Ran's hard cock twitching against his pants and at your ass, his heavy breathing against your now red ears made you feel really hot, especially when you're both under the blanket.

"I'm gonna have to punish you." The male finished with a small blow of hot air on your ears making you press your legs harder against your own legs while Ran held your hips so tight, his own bucking at yours made you mewl.

"You're so, haa, fucking cute." He grunts, his hand now moving again to tug the garter of your black panty. "Sexy thing." He mumbles with a smirk before inserting his hand inside, his forefinger and middle finger went up and down your wet folds.

"I've barely touched you and you're so fucking wet already, princess." You held back the moan that was about to escape your mouth while a drool slipped passed and trickled down on the corner of your lips.

"And so sensitive too." Ran chuckles deeply, almost letting out a growl while his cock kept twitching and throbbing inside his gray pants, wanting attention and to be touched by you so badly.

Ran never felt so turned on that he wanted nothing but to bury his cock deep inside your wet cunt, but then he remembers that you're still a virgin which made his eyes darken and thrust his hips harshly a couple of times on you.

The trigger of him being so horny must be because you're a virgin, he wants to cover you with hickeys or bruises. Just the imagination of it made him groan and his dick to release more pre against his pants.

He wants to fuck you so rough, shove his dick deep inside you until you beg him for no more as fat tears stream down your face while you whimper.

Ran must have some kind of corruption kink or something...

He starts to pepper your neck with wet kisses until it came to him biting it lightly first, then moved to biting it hard as bruises started to form on your neck, his fingers still playing with your cunt, rubbing your clit.

"Turn around and let me see your face, [Y/n]." He gruffly said, mentioning your name in a low voice which you obeyed after seconds had passed.

"Great expressions." He huffs, his half lidded beguiling eyes filled with lust bore into your teary-eyed ones.

"Come on, moan my name. Ran." He whispers, biting your earlobe. "Don't hold back. Say it. Moan my fucking name." With a growl, Ran inserts a finger inside in a harsh and quick motion that made you moan out his name loudly along with the sound of something hitting a wall or something..

"I knew you'd make a move on our pet " A voice said with a sigh, obviously shaking their head. "I can't believe you're making out without me." Another voice spoke with a huff.

'Pet? Who???' You question as the events that occurs last night came to you like lightning. Ran takes the blanket of him, but his hand didn't leave your pussy.

"Sorry, guys." Ran chuckles, flashing the stoic Rindou and smirking Kokonoi. "Nothing personal." He showed a subtle smile at them.

"But did you really have to come in and interrupt?" Ran moved his one slender finger inside you making you yelp as he inserts another one.

"Things were really getting good, you know." Ran pumps his fingers inside you for a while, making a moan slip out.

"Oh, what a cute voice." Kokonoi comments. "Bet she'll sound fucking sexy when a dick's finally inside of her." Sanzu states, a devilish smirk on his face while he leans against the doorframe.

"I was about to do that." Ran takes out his fingers and showed the men your glistening slick. "She's fucking tight." Rindou whistles, Koko lets out a chuckle, and Sanzu chuckles at the sight. Ran licks and sucks his fingers.

"Taste so damn amazing." Your face became bright red at their words, and when you decided to just stay still like you did earlier, the blanket was yanked away from you.

And just when you were about to cover your face face with a pillow, it was snatched away including the one you're using by the Haitani brothers. They laughed lightly at your expression.

You looked like a dog that had its ball of toy stolen away.

You huff and turn your back to the men, only to be met by a pair of mesmerizing emerald eyes boring into yours.

"Hello.." You greet shyly, a sheepish smile on your face. "Gorgeous." Sanzu chuckles, noticing the way Ran sent you a look as he flashes a smile.

"Morning, horny lady." You swear that you've never felt your eyes and ears so blessed, especially on mornings like this.

"I can die as a happy woman now." You blurt out suddenly which caused the men to go quiet while you continue to stare at Sanzu's face in a daze.

"Oh. Oh shit." You say, a nervous chuckle erupting from you as they just showed a smirk. "Anyways, uhm, something happened between us, right...?" you ask, a bit unsure since the memory you have kept ending with him on top of you on the bed, his fingers playing with you sensitive clit. You glance at Ran, who had his cheek resting on top of his palm, lazily grinning at you.

"Of course, princess." He said, his grin growing wide with mischief in it. "I told you that you were loud last night, right?" Ran states, leaning in close to you.

"Really loud." Rindou joins in with a deep chuckle making you blink your eyes. "...So, I really lost my v card???" You question, head slightly tilted to the side.

"You are such a cute pet." Sanzu comments, patting your head in the process. "No. You woke up in the middle of the night, saying that you were hot and uncomfortable in your clothes." Kokonoi starts

"You left Ran's room to find the bathroom while stripping your clothes off in the way." Sanzu joins in, the memory making them laugh a little. "And we were in the middle of a meeting. You gave everyone quite a show, even Mikey was amused." Rindou states, his hand patting your legs.

"You have a great body, so don't worry your pretty head over it, sweetheart." Ran finishes with a smile, and you swear that you could hear the heart in his sentence while your face goes bright red again, confusion written all over your face as you try to remember the memory.

"Ran excused himself to take your half naked body back to his room." Kokonoi adds making you groan while he obviously enjoys the reaction you're showing.

"And then you started shouting, I'm getting laid tonight! Ey!" Sanzu copies your actions last night with a small wheeze. "Then next thing we know you're singing something: I'm gettin' ripped tonight! R.I.P that pussy, ey!" Sanzu continues, his laugh getting louder as Ran joins in since he was there to witness it all.

"You kept repeating- shouting, singing the Dick word." Rindou chuckles while you wish that someone would bury you six feet in the ground...

"I didn't know that you were that desperate for a dick if it weren't for last night." Ran teases making you scowl at him as Sanzu's laugh echoed in the room.

"Same." You sigh out. "I'm disappointed that nothing really happened between us." Your honesty really amuses and making them speechless.

"We were about to make out last night, but you fell asleep on me." Ran sighs out, tapping your forehead with his forefinger. "I had to take care of junior by myself you know. Even today as well." The male glances at the three men in the room, who only replied by shrugging their shoulder or averting eye contact.

"Oh, you're all gathered here so early in the morning, surprisingly." A voice spoke from behind, catching everyone's attention. "I brought you breakfast." Kakucho enters the room with said breakfast in hand. It was your favorite and you're not even gonna question him on how he knows that information, knowing that he or everyone already did a background check on you since they're literally criminals, but that doesn't faze you.

Nope, not at all. You're only distracted by their beauty.

"You being here and bringing her breakfast is more surprising." Rindou blankly states making the others nod in agreement while the ravenette averts eye contact, cheeks slightly flushed.

"Shut up, man." He mumbles, brows furrowed slightly at the younger Haitani. "Just being thoughtful to...our pet." Kakucho adds, seemingly hesitant to call you like that while Sanzu starts to tease him, earning an icy glare from him.

"Aww! Aren't you a sweetheart!" You smile at the flustered male and took the food, immediately starting to eat as you're already hungry. Kakucho sighs in relief that you didn't seem hurt that he called you did...after all you did call yourself a pet last night and even signed up for it, so everything's well making him flash a little smile, a warmth feeling bubbling inside him as he watches you eat so happily.

"I'll just clean your sheets if it gets dirty, Ran." Said male replied with a go ahead at you, chuckling when he saw your cheeks puffed as it was filled with food. "Thanks for this, uh," With a troubled expression, you try to think or find the memory in your brain if the scarred man had already introduced himself to you. Kakucho chuckles at you.

"Kakucho Hitto, nice meeting you, [F/n] [L/n]." You beam at him and bow your head a little. "Pleasure is mine, sexy." Giggling at your own words, Kokonoi introduced himself as well along with the other men. Koko even told you the missing members' name and their feature so you wouldn't look so confused if they come to greet you.

As you eat, Sanzu takes your hand to take a bite and taste your chosen food. "Not bad." He said, scarred lips curving upwards into a smirk.

"I'm so not gonna get tired of that." You say, giving the pink haired a thumbs up. "Handsome men are the best!" You mutter, not really caring if they all heard it. Sanzu laughs again before grabbing your chin with his hand and pulling you in for a rough kiss, catching you off guard.

"Wha..." You squeak out, face flushed while he licked his lips in a seductive way for your eyes. "You're adorable." He whispered deeply in your ears, feeling his hot breath in the process.

"I can't wait to feel you and destroy that virgin pussy of yours." With a red face, you cover the lower part with your hand as you feel your panty dampen again.

"That's the only problem we have." Kokonoi hums. "Shouldn't you be doing your first with the person you love?" He ask making you wave your hand in front of your face. "Was about to that, but I don't really care about that anymore." You reply blankly. "Love is...Eh." Finishing the last bite of your breakfast, everyone suddenly got quiet, knowing your history with your ex.

They did a good job with their research about your background.

"Thanks again for this Kakucho." You flash a smile at the ravenette who nodded his head in return. "Yet you said that you love our boss." Ran sighs dramatically. "I'm hurt, princess. After the things we've been through?"

"Not much happened between us, Ran." You deadpan. Ran cups your cheek with a taunting smile. "Yet."

You scorn at him, a red hue spreading across your cheeks. "Anyways, about last night. I know what I did..." You trail. "And, I so don't regret what I said! I'm fine with giving my v card to any of you. There's no such thing as true love anyways! For me.." You exclaim, bitterly muttering the last part.

"As your pet, what'll be my job?" With a chuckle or smirk on their faces, Rindou gets close to you, thumb swiping across your lips, getting something out of it.

"I'm sure as hell that pleasing us is one of it." He states, his lazy grin growing wide as he licks the thumb he used against your lips, resulting for your face to heat up again for the nth time.

"And to obey our orders." Takeomi suddenly joins in, a cigarette in his mouth. "Guess you're all happy about the pet you got, hm?" He chuckles out.

"You're taking real good care of her." Takeomi glances at the smug Ran, getting the hint that he made a move on you.

"I'll check on you again later after I'm done with my work, [L/n]." The older man said before completely leaving with a slight wave of his hand.

"Now that I finally got a nice look at you, you're actually really pretty." An unknown deep voice comments. "Oh, thank you." You say bashfully at the tall man who grinned at you.

"I'll see you around." Mochi said, waving his hand at you as he also left. "Yes, see you around, sir!" You shout, then mumbling, "Is being handsome one of the requirements here..?"

"What are you all doing gathered here?" A quiet yet cold voice asked. "Get dressed and start working." Mikey/Manjiro Sano states making some of them sigh and leave the room, some of them bidding you a normal goodbye as some were flirty or naughty remarks making you laugh and roll your eyes.

Ran stands up, giving your forehead a kiss. "I'm gonna take a shower." He informs, sending you a playful wink next. "If you're both gonna make out in my bed, be sure to call me." You giggle, already getting used to this side of him.

"Shower well, sexy!" You say, giving a thumbs up making him chuckle then grunt. Mikey stomped the tall male's foot then entered the room to sit on the bed, acting as if nothing happened while Ran grumbles, "Can't feel my damn foot." On the way to the bathroom.

"You're quiet today." The white haired said making you flash a sheepish smile. "I'm really sorry! I don't know what came to last night. Sorry for disturbing your me—"

"You should strip around here more often." Stunned at his words, you just stared at Mikey. "It's entertaining."

In a flash, you hid your head under the pillow as you lie with your stomach on the bed while Mikey stared at you first, wondering what's up before his lips curled up into a small smirk.

"Are you sure about your decision?" He ask, obviously questioning the pet things making you lift the pillow a little and nod your head. "Yeah. You can just think of me as a desperate woman who wants to get laid... despite being surrounded by criminals." You reply quietly as a yelp suddenly came out of you.

"For a virgin, you act like a fucking slut." Mikey deeply said, his hand cupping the cheeks of your ass. "I wonder," He pauses to turn you over and pin your hands above your head so you wouldn't be able to hide your face.

"Which of us is gonna be your first." He lets go of one of your hands to guide it to his hardening cock. "Whose dick will be able to feel your pussy." Mikey leans, a soft peck on your lips.

"I'd be delighted if it were me." He notices the bruises on your neck that was made by Ran earlier, making him frown and bite it, hard enough to draw blood which he licked quickly. Mikey does it a couple of times, satisfied at the sounds you gave.

"Mikey..." Said male lets out a groan, hearing his name come out of your pretty lips. "That's right. Moan my name." Lifting your shirt up, enough to reveal your stomach, he starts to give it wet kisses then looked at you. His dark eyes were piercing as it stared straight into yours.

"Will you let it be me, [Y/n]?"

Finally, Mikey was able to touch, hold, and taste his childhood crush.

𝜗𝜚˚⋆ AND THEY WERE ROOMMATES… TOJI. F

˚ ༘♡ SUMMARY OF SERIES - just a variety of different moments with your older roommate, Toji :3 (NOT IN ORDER)

MAY CONTAIN - Fluff, angst, suggestive, Father figure Toji, AGE GAP (20, 40), no plans for smut at the moment!!! But there will be

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𝜗𝜚˚⋆ ITS OKAY, YOU'RE GOOD

𝜗𝜚˚⋆ RANDOMLY SITTING ON ROOMMATE TOJI’S LAP

𝜗𝜚˚⋆ HAVING A NIGHTMARE AND ASKING ROOMMATE TOJI IF YOU CAN SLEEP WITH HIM

𝜗𝜚˚⋆ PRANKING ROOMMATE TOJI THAT YOU’RE MOVING OUT FOR APRIL FOOLS

𝜗𝜚˚⋆ ASKING ROOMMATE TOJI, "CAN YOU NOT GET A GIRLFRIEND?"

𝜗𝜚˚⋆ ROOMMATE TOJI’S WEIRD HABIT???

𝜗𝜚˚⋆ PARK KID ASKING IF YOU AND ROOMMATE TOJI ARE MARRIED

𝜗𝜚˚⋆ TOJI LOVES PETTING YOU

𝜗𝜚˚⋆ RANDOMLY HUGGING ROOMMATE TOJI

𝜗𝜚˚⋆ ACCIDENTALLY MAKING ROOMMATE TOJI HARD

𝜗𝜚˚⋆ “PLAYFIGHTING” WITH ROOMMATE TOJI

𝜗𝜚˚⋆ PUTTING FACE MASK ON ROOMMATE TOJI

𝜗𝜚˚⋆ ACCIDENTALLY CALLS ROOMMATE TOJI DAD

𝜗𝜚˚⋆ WATCHING A HORROR MOVIE WITH ROOMMATE TOJI