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sloth | ijichi x f!reader (7.1k)

Pairing - Ijichi x escort!reader (female bodied). Sloth: unwillingness to work or make any effort. Ijichi is finally taking some vacations for himself after being treated like a slave by Gojo. Unlucky for him, Gojo had decided to handle his vacations by hiring you. Slight subby Ijichi, massage gone wrong, awkward boner, masturbation (m), steamy massage, oral sex (m & f receiving), face-sitting, safe sex, vaginal sex, ear licking, (Gojo is a pimp???) | TW: none that I think about... | WC: 7.1k.

The salted air burned his lungs and the sun burned his dark hair. Ijichi wasn’t used to the sight offered to him, the sea shining and swaying gently. It was incredibly peaceful. He felt almost guilty of doing nothing but enjoying the view, as the backwash slowly moved the boat. He crisped his hands on the metal bar protecting him from falling into the sea and he gulped. No, he deserved this, it was his holidays. He had worked hard to get to this. It was supposed to be his lonely time, to rest, eat delicious things, enjoy the few days of calm before eventually going back to his stressful and dangerous activities.

“Sir?”

He blinked, hearing an unknown feminine voice in his back. He was alone, nobody was supposed to—

“Sir Ijichi?”

He blinked a second time.

“Y..Yes?” He turned slowly to face you.

You smiled at him, the colorful sundress fluttered by the wind, revealing your knees. “Hello, sir Ijichi.”

Tons of questions rushed to his mind: who was this beautiful woman? Why did she know his name? All his instincts kicked in instantly, as he was too used to danger.

“Yes? Wha..What can I do for you?” He babbled, trying to stay calm. You didn’t look like a threat, but he remained vigilant.

“Actually, I should be asking this question. Sir Gojo hired me for you this week to keep you company and make the best of your holidays. If you need anything, I’ll always be around to help you.”

Satoru hired someone for him? Apparently the man cared about the assistant even through all his bullying. Ijichi felt anxious ; he was not used to being taken care of.

“I don’t—,” he started.

“Sir Gojo said you would refuse any help, so it is his forced gift to thank you for your hard work. He wants you to make the best out of this week of rest.”

You approached him, grasping the metal bar too. He lightly stepped away to let you have more place, amazed and intimidated by your presence. He barely realized what was happening to him: spending a week with a gorgeous woman as a company?

“Are you an?...” He couldn’t say the word out-loud.

“I’m an escort, yes. But it doesn’t mean anything, don’t be embarrassed about it, you’re not technically my boss. But you are my client from now on, I shall make everything it takes to make you feel at ease. If you want to spend time alone, I will disappear until you ask me to come back. I take my orders from you only, so I will not do anything silly unless you ask me to.”

Gojo warned you about Ijichi’s personality. You had a few experiences with men like him, the type of shy, lonely workaholics who were even embarrassed to ask for your services and ended up taking care of you instead of the opposite. They were the easiest to work with, only eating fancy diners and looking nice was enough for them, and they blushed when asking for other simple services.

“I’m Y/n. Nice to meet you Sir Ijichi. May I simply call you Ijichi, or Kiyotaka? Whatever you’re more comfortable with.”

You offered your hand. He gulped again, before taking lightly your hand with his clammy ones. He shook it softly, like he was touching a wounded bird.

“Nice to meet you too… Call me Ijichi.”

You smiled at him, trying to make him comfortable around you, otherwise it would be difficult to work. Gojo hired you because you had a gentle and reassuring aura — your eyes were soft, and your smile bright. You felt Ijichi relax, yet he was still lost in the track of his mind, trying to digest the fact that his weekly plan was not as he had originally planned. Not like he had planned much, apart from resting peacefully at the beach and drinking some cheap cocktails. You could easily fit within his plans.

"We have separate rooms at the hotel, Sir Gojo took care of everything for me financially so you don't have to worry about anything."

He nodded. It wasn’t like he had another choice than to indulge completely in his holiday week. Details didn’t matter, he didn’t want to think about it, especially when you were paid to make his life easier and more pleasant. Ijichi hated Gojo for his habit of overpassing people’s boundaries, but for once, he didn’t mess up.

“O-Okay…," he scratched the back of his head, unable to say much more. He was too overwhelmed with your presence to even think right away of the bedroom situation.

"I think we’re arriving soon. I’ll leave you to that, and we shall meet to eat dinner at the hotel's restaurant? So we can get to know each other more."

You tried to catch his eyes by bending lightly over the metal bar, still gently smiling, to make sure he agreed sincerely to your dinner proposal. You tried to make all his worries fade. He gazed at you, imprinting your smile on his mind, relaxing every muscle of his body that was all stiff. He nodded and offered you a faint smile, ears reddening as he blushed.

The room where the hotel’s restaurant was spacious and lightful. You wore another sundress, longer this time, but still fluid and light. It was a perfect fit considering the hot evenings, even if the sea cooled the air. You were waiting for Ijichi, silently admiring the decorum, playing with the waterlilies they put on the table. Surely, waterlilies didn’t grow in this area, but it was still a thoughtful touch of color on the dark tablecloth.

You heard someone clear his throat, making your eyes meet the source of the noise. Ijichi was there, a blushing mess, as he looked at you. He wore a cotton white shirt, with elegant dark pants. He quickly ran a hand to fix his hair as a sort of stress relief before sitting down to face you.

“You are beaut—”

“You look so nice Ijichi!” You cut him unintentionally. “Oh, sorry, I got excited. It’s nice seeing you, I love your outfit, you look so elegant!”

He blushed even more. “Thank you, Y/n, you too look amazing. This dress is beautiful… And of course, uh, you are too… Not only the dress…”

He was clumsy with his words too.

“Thank you! You’re so nice. By the way, I already ordered a drink and appetizers for us,” you smiled at him again, and he smiled back at you, delivered with the awkward situation of ordering the first dish. He probably got used to the idea of having you around during the few hours you spent apart.

You both chatted light-heartedly during the whole dinner. Eventually, Ijichi relaxed even more the more he drank and it was really great for you to see his guard being shattered slowly. He started to open up to you about his work that seemed quite dangerous, or at least his co-worker Sir Gojo was making a nightmare out of it. He was an intelligent man, with a lot of bad luck, you figured. He wasn’t as bad looking as expected, and you even found charm in his features. He was quite meager, as he had sunken cheeks, but in result his hands were delicate, almost feminine. His glasses didn’t fit him, at all, they aged him tremendously and blurred his eyes.

“Can you take them off? I want to see you without them!” You cheerfully asked, when you reached the desert.

He smiled, mind a bit fuzzy by the alcohol, but he didn’t mind. He took his glasses off, only to try to clean them to give them to you.

To your surprise, he had beautiful eyes. They were shaped like almonds, and the pupils were almost black, surrounded by long lashes. He tried to escape your intense study of his eyes by looking away, blushing again at the realization of what he felt like he had stripped in front of you.

“Have you ever considered wearing contact lenses?” You asked, giving him back his glasses. “You have beautiful eyes.”

He scratched the back of his head, after putting them back on his nose. He felt whole again.

“No, I’m used to them. Also, I’m quite clumsy, so I would end up tearing my eye out!” He laughed.

He focused back to you, hearing you talk about your studies and your work. There were very few clients you felt comfortable with to talk about your work, as you were mainly hired to be someone's beauty stooge, and eventually to have sex with them if the pay was enough. You thought, as Ijichi was a morally right type of person, he would look down on you and your work. But he showed deep attention to your story and concluded that he hoped you were safe and consenting to all your extra-activities.

“Be careful, you’ve got some—,” he said, approaching his hand to your face, wiping up the crumbs around your mouth.

You found his gesture delicate. “Thank you, Ijichi.”

You spent the whole next day at the beach, alternating between sun-bathing, sea-bathing, and reading under a sunshade. You asked Ijichi to spread sunscreen on your back, and he did, barely hovering your bare skin, almost embarrassed to touch you with his clammy hands. He also looked away when you put the sun-screen on your legs, caring not to bring unwanted fantasies to his mind. A few days passed on like this; you went on walks, or went shopping, visited the island. In the end, you enjoyed your time more and more with Ijichi, who was just a sweet man, yet still clumsy and sometimes self-conscious. But you found it cute.

After some time of quick glances, you remarked that Ijichi was regularly rolling his shoulders, and trying to massage them. He cracked his neck a few times a day, getting relief out of this. One day, after seeing him crack his bones for the third time, you rose from your sun-lounger to grab him by the shoulders. He let out a little cry of surprise, not used to being touched so suddenly.

“Oh god Ijichi! You’re so tense! Of course you don’t feel at ease when your shoulders are made of concrete like that!”

“I..-I’m sorry!”

“Don’t apologize, I should have paid more attention! I’ll give you a massage after your nightly shower, so that all your muscles will already be a bit more relaxed, is that okay with you?”

You looked so concerned he couldn’t refuse. “Y-Yes! If you don’t mind…”

“Don’t be silly, I’m at your service! And I enjoy giving massages,” you smiled at him.

The evening was really nice, and you discovered a new restaurant in the area surrounding the hotel that served delicious food. You both felt a bit tired, after spending a day under the sun, and the cocktails you were sipping surely didn’t help that state of fatigue. When you saw Ijichi trying to hide his yawn to you, you knew you had to go back to your room to honour that promise.

You asked him to go back to the hotel, and he agreed almost immediately. He needed to take a shower to rinse off sunscreen and sweat he amassed during the day. Plus, that massage had been on the back of his mind a lot. There were reasons for that; the first one was that he didn’t get a massage since that coupon Nanami gave him to celebrate his graduation a few years ago. The second was that it was you who were going to lay your hands on that body he didn’t quite like. He was halfly embarrassed that you could judge his small frame, but he realized that you already had seen him in his bathing suit for the last few days so it wasn’t anything new to you. He was more than happy that you were going to give him a massage, because now he trusted you, so he looked forward to it.

Ijichi heard light knocks at his door and opened to you. He didn’t quite see you as he took off his glasses to shower, but he guessed you wore satin pyjamas and he smelled soap when you entered the room. His hair was still damp and he took care to wear boxers under the white towel circling his hips.

You were quick to settle a clean towel on his bed, not really paying attention to the man seeing you run through his room.

“Lay down on the bed! I brought essential oils, and another towel so you won’t mess up the sheets.”

He obeyed, vaguely seeing the shape of the towel on his bed, and laid on his stomach once he found the fabric. “Like this?” He asked.

“Yes, perfect! Put your head in your arms.”

You poured one of the essential oils to warm it up in your hands. It smelled so nice. You put the towel at the center of the bed, making you step on the sheets too. The bed bent gently under your weight, and Ijichi guessed you were on his right side.

“I’m going to rub your shoulders. Tell me if you want me to add more pressure or not.” You experimentally applied your fingers to his shoulder, barely adding pressure to his skin in case he didn’t like it rough. You rolled your thumbs on his stiff muscles, feeling how tense he was.

“Damn, you’re hard as a rock,” you sighed with a smile. You realized the double meaning of that sentence. “I mean, your shoulders are.” Nothing more, yet.

You continued to rub your fingers onto his skin, pressing on what felt more painful, rolling the little bundles of nerves to get rid of it. You felt Ijichi both tense and relaxed at the same time. “Are you okay?” You asked, a bit preoccupied by his reactions.

“Yes, I’m just really, really tense, I guess.” Metaphorically?

You continued, using more of the oil to press your thumbs on his sore neck. You heard him sigh pleasantly, as if it was the first time of the massage session that wasn’t painful. You kneaded the skin more, trying to get this reaction again. You used less force back on his shoulders, not trying to become a physiotherapist, yet still caring about his stiff muscles. Ijichi squirmed again under your fingers. This will not work out. You decided to move on to pay more attention to his back, still wet from the shower. The dim light on his pale skin made his body gracious. All your attention was grasped by every reaction of the man, trying to be delicate on his back.

Ijichi was trying his best to focus on the feeling of your fingers on his body, but the whole situation shifted when he felt your hands on the small of his back. He was really sensitive there, and it immediately tickled him. “Ah!”

“Are you okay?”

“Yeah, it surprised me.”

You added more oil to your hands before putting them back to massage around his spine, almost counting every vertebra. Ijichi felt relaxed everywhere your hot silky palms touched, but wasn’t quite at ease. It was difficult to focus for him as he was more and more aware of the situation, which didn’t bother him when he pictured the massage, but now flooded his mind. You, a beautiful young woman, was touching his bare skin with oily hands. He realized how much touch deprived he was, as something as innocent as that tickled him downwards, in the most embarrassing way. It felt worse, when he imagined how you could look, your small delicate hands rubbing his skin, your hair falling in front of your eyes as you were deeply focused on making him feel good. He gulped, trying to ignore his awkward teenager boner he started to feel between his legs, thinking about unsexy things like Gojo, or an ugly curse.

He shifted his hips, trying to feel more at ease with his growing situation below. But he underestimated your awareness of the effect you had on him. You knew exactly what was happening.

“Does that feel good, Ijichi?”

The tone you used, dropped by an octave, made the air thicker. “Yes,” he answered, breathless. It was impossible to keep his attention, he needed to stop this before it became worse.

“Do you want me to keep going further?” You asked him softly with the same raspy voice, directly to his ear.

He felt a shiver through all his body, now fully aware of the harmless massage becoming a much more erotic one. His mouth felt incredibly dry, as he already gulped earlier.

“I… I don’t know.”

“Oh, I think you know. Why don’t you turn around so I can take really good care of you?”

“I don’t want to for-”

“You’re not forcing me Ijichi. Please turn around.”

You withdrew your hands from his back so he could do as you asked. He slowly moved his hips, turning carefully on his elbows and on his back. You could now almost see the outlines of his bulge through the white towel, and it was the reason why his face was red with terror and embarrassment. “Look what we have here.” You licked your lips, eager to see more of the man and persuade him to let you use your skilled hands on the most pleasurable parts of his body.

“It would be a shame not to be watched properly while doing my job. I’ll get your glasses.”

You quickly stepped out of the bed, going to the bathroom to pick his pair of glasses. You took the opportunity to get rid of your pyjamas and put them at the end of the bed, not really taking care of where they ended up. You wore an electric blue lingerie set that fitted perfectly your curves and never failed to make you desirable.

“There you go,” you handed him his glasses.

His hands were slightly shaking and you guessed his hands were clammy again, but he managed to put them on his nose, blinking twice while looking at you.

“Did I… miss something?” He asked innocently, seeing your almost-naked form.

“Ijichi. Don’t play dumb on me. Make yourself comfortable,” you climbed back on the bed, fully displaying your cleavage to his eyes, “now let me see what we got there.”

He couldn’t deny that it has been a long time since he hadn’t been touched by a woman. So when he felt your fingers brush against his erection covered under layers of clothings, he felt like a virgin again. If his cock wasn’t fully hard before, it surely was now, as his imagination flooded his mind with anticipating flashes of what could come next. It eventually became real as you gazed at him with dark eyes, as you ran your hand up and down on his shaft.

“Are you sure?” His voice was almost a whisper.

“May I?” You offered as an answer.

He nodded grudgingly, ashamed of indulging so fast into his carnal desires because of you. But how could he refuse? You unfolded the towel slowly, to put it aside on the bed. You discovered his dark boxers containing his hard cock slightly throbbing under the weight of your gaze. He seemed to be well endowed, not as thick as you wished, but he was at least big. You tried to work with that, and brought your hand to his covered dick, taking time to touch it gently. He reacted just as you expected, sighing almost too loud, as he finally got more friction on his aching hard member. You took better hold on his cock, grabbing it fully into your hand to pump it impossibly slowly. You could already see a patch of precum wetting the dark fabric, as you continued to slowly jerk him into his boxers.

“Does that feel good? Talk to me Ijichi,” you purred.

“Yes, please don’t stop.”

He finally yielded in his desire — you taking care of his pleasure, while doing absolutely nothing. You felt his cock twitch slightly in your hands, while he let out a content sigh responding to your ministrations. You offered him a cheeky smile, while finally curling your fingers on the elastic of his boxers, silencely asking for permission to remove the last piece of clothing. But he requested that you didn't stop, so you didn’t bother to unroll the boxers to his ankles, tossing them aside on the towel.

You could now have a perfect view on his cock, long as you expected, head already painfully almost as red as his face. Its head was also oozing precum, which made your mouth water. He did have a pretty cock, with a little dark body hair at the base and on his balls, but it wasn’t inconvenient. You delicately circled your fingers on its tip, spreading the wetness of it to slowly drop down to its base. You heard his broken whimper, as you started to really pump his cock and he could finally get that sweet friction he hoped to get. Your pace was purposely sluggish, soft as a feather, as you wanted him to last longer.

“Faster, please,” he voiced between sighs, as one of his hands fisted the sheets underneath him.

You followed his request, and picked up the speed of your hot hand on his cock. Your other hand caressed his inner thigh, rubbing circles on the sensitive skin, patiently getting closer to his groin. You felt him shiver followed by a small moan when your hand found his balls, cupping them gently.

“Ah, f-fuck.”

“Do you want me to suck it, Ijichi?”

His heart skipped a beat, hearing your mouth full of those words. He blushed and felt sweat rolling down his temples, looking at you with desperate eyes. “Please, yes, if you don’t mind.”

“It’ll be my pleasure. You have a really beautiful cock, you know that?”

You guessed that praising him was going to get him even closer to his end, but it didn’t matter. Seeing his eyes flutter at the compliment was worthy enough. You brought your face closer to his pelvis to wrap your wet lips around his cockhead, tasting his salty arousal on your tongue. He moaned loudly, fisting the sheets tighter, while you licked a long stripe from his balls to his tip, only to take him back fully into your mouth. Your fingers were still gently massaging his balls, while you jerked slowly the rest of his dick that didn’t fit into your mouth. You bobbed your head around him, setting a gentle pace, so you could focus on the movements of your tongue on his shaft, rolling around it.

“Oh yes—oh fuck,” you heard him moan. He had the sweetest reactions and was surprisingly vocal.

His hips moved on their own, thrusting into your mouth without a warning. “Sorry!” He immediately apologized. As an answer, you opened your jaw more to take him deeper into your mouth, almost gagging around his cock. You could feel the veins of it and the little uncontrollable throbs on your tongue. His eyes got big, seeing you engulf his whole shaft into your lips, as a sinful moan leaved his mouth. You bobbed your head around him a few times before releasing the throbbing member, only to take some time to lick his balls, jerking his wet cock in your other hand.

“You can cum in my mouth. And please, make as much noise as you want, your moans are delicious,” you smiled, lapping at his tip once you were done with his balls, looking at his hazy eyes.

He settled on his elbows, trying to get more of the absolutely erotic sight he had the chance to assist, getting completely carried away in his lust. This time, he didn’t blush at the compliment, instead he brought one of his hands in your hair, gently caressing your scalp and brushing away some of the hair off your face. He sighed in relief when you tasted him again, opening your mouth and setting a faster rhythm to get him to his orgasm. You tried to maintain eye-contact with him, sweeping your tongue around his shivering cock. His hips thrusted again, but he had more control over them and he knew you could take him fully. The whimpers escaping his lips and knowing you were causing all his reactions were really a turn on to you.

You continued to enthusiastically suck him, especially when you heard him stutter: “I’m v-very close,” while slightly gripping your hair. You hollowed your cheeks, taking more of him, for him to almost reach the back of your throat.

“Ah! Fuck!” he cried, gazing intensely at your wet lips around his cock when he reached his high. You felt his cock twitch on your tongue before his cum filled your mouth. His heart was racing, watching you continue to gently bobbing your head around him to extend his orgasm with small spurts of cum. He heard you swallow his arousal while doing so, and he whined softly at it, letting go of his hand on your hair. Once you felt his cock start to soften, you pulled back your head to face him with a thumb to your lips to wipe off drops of cum you didn’t swallow properly.

He blinked, suddenly coming back to his senses.

“Thank you so much… But I don’t deserve all of this.”

You tilted your head listening to his statement, sitting on your heels. You guessed it was the post-orgasmic sadness men experienced.

“Why not? You’re on holiday and I’m here for you. When will you find the time to let yourself get carried away in sloth and lust?”

He bit his lower lip, trying to find yet another excuse not to feel so guilty of having found such pleasure so easily.

“Then at least, let me take care of you in return,” he offered, sitting properly to face you.

“Alright. But promise me you’ll do the bare minimum, this is not about me.”

You started to get back over him, straddling his hips. He gulped, feeling your hot body close to his crotch, and your lecherous gaze pinned to his eyes.

“Tell me what you want,” he found the courage to ask.

You hovered your fingers over his face, sweeping off some hair that was sticking to his sweaty forehead. Your fingertip didn’t leave his face, softly touching his cheeks, until it reached his lips.

“I want to sit on your pretty face.”

His heart skipped a beat and he swore his hands were clammier now. “O-Okay...”

He didn’t know how to react properly to the compliment, but the idea of having your sex glued to his face was so sinful he might die of shame for agreeing so fast. Usually, work was busying enough for him to move on any sinful thought he could have, but you being around him for the last couple days had awakened deep desires he forgot he had and really tried not to indulge in them.

“I have never… Eaten out a woman in this position...,” he admitted.

You put your hand flat on his chest, pushing him onto the pillows behind his face to settle him comfortably on his back.

“It’s not rocket science, I’ll help you. Just do it as usual.”

You opened your legs more to settle above his shoulders. Your pussy was now level with his face, already slightly wet from hearing his sweet whimpers while you sucked him off. You took his wrists to put his hands on your asscheeks, to help him get used to touching your body with your consent. He seemed mesmerized at the sight of your blue lace in front of his eyes, while his hands finally took a good grasp on your ass.

“Come on, don’t be shy Ijichi,” you brushed again his dark hair out of his eyes, gently petting him.

He used his hands on your ass to bring your pelvis closer to his agape mouth. Once your lower lips connected to his, he sloppily kissed the fabric, and one of his hands rested on your hip. He peppered kisses on your clothed sex, feeling the heat emanating from it and the dampness of the fabric. You quickly brought one of your hands to fully grasp his hair, gently guiding his face to where it felt better. He was surprisingly quick to find your clit, and he lazily dragged his lips and tongue over it, loving how you were slightly trembling under his touch. You started to pant loudly, encouraging him to continue his sweet assault on your pussy, wanting to hear more from you.

“You’re doing so good, it feels really good.”

He dragged his tongue on your panties, having what felt like a proper taste of you when he licked the wet spot on the lace. It sent a shiver through your body.

“Oh my god, please take these off,” you heard yourself speak with an urge. “I want to feel your tongue.”

Taken aback, he still pushed the panties off your hips like you ordered him. You rose your knees from the mattress to help him get rid of the piece of clothing. The cold hair ran through your exposed pussy, glistening with Ijichi’s spit and your arousal. Like a starved man, he immediately put his lips back on your cunt, drinking the wetness from your slit. He hummed at the taste of you, savoring your arousal when he dragged his tongue up to your clit, sucking it between his lips. You moaned out loud and it was the best reward he could have.

“Stick out your tongue, I’m gonna roll my hips,” you warned.

He did as told, offering his pink tongue to your pussy. You moved your pelvis onto his tongue, rolling your hips in different directions to vary the feeling of his wet muscle on your slit and clit. He methodically applied more pressure when he felt your swollen nub on his tongue, earning from you deep moans.

“Just like that,” you encouraged between pants. He continued pressuring your clit whilst you rolled your hips onto his face. Warmth runned through your veins, as Ijichi was willingly pleasuring you solely with his tongue.

You moved your hands onto your body, feeling the sweat and the heat emanate from your skin. When your fingers touched the underside of your breasts, you suddenly felt really too much dressed. You quickly unclasped your bra, throwing it across the room to have fully access to your erected nipples. Rolling them between your fingertips, it sent an electrical jolt through your body that made you whimper loudly. You ground your pelvis with more vigor as the new sensation of your fingers playing with your nipples made you soon realize how close you were to orgasm.

“I’m close,” you heard the loud gasps from the man under you, happy to hear his hard work on your pussy, largely helped by the motions of your hips, was making you feel good. He grasped more forcefully your ass into his hands, bringing your sex closer to his tongue as he was lapping at your juices. He inadvertently put the tip of his tongue into your soaked entrance, which made you shiver and moan. He repeated the movement, adding more vigor to it, as he tried to insert more than just the tip into your pussy, slowly fucking you with his tongue for a while.

Your legs started to tremble, as you were closer than ever to your orgasm. He messily resumed sucking and licking your clit, adapting from hearing your moans the pressure and movements of his tongue to your sex (circles, back and forth, any direction).

You came on his tongue without a warning, moaning at the friction on your pussy and nipples finally reaching that relief you felt approached. For a moment, all your body tensed over Ijichi’s face, unable to control the orgasm. Your pussy clenched around nothing and you knew your essence dripped onto his tongue.

You slowly came back to your senses as you withdrew your hips from his face to make sure you hadn’t killed the man under you. You hovered your legs above his face, to settle next to him on the bed. His cheeks were bright red, chin and face sweaty and full of your essence and his eyes were lost into the ceiling like he was having a divine revelation.

“Are you okay Ijichi?” You spoke gently.

He blinked. “I am more than okay.” It was one of the first times he didn’t stutter nor hesitate with his words. He slowly turned his head to look at you, astonished. His eyes got bigger when he saw you had removed your bra. He brought the back of his hand to wipe off your cum on his face.

You brought your hand to his inner thigh, slowly stroking the sensitive skin close to his half-hard cock. You guessed he felt excited again swallowing your moans and your essence. “Do you want to continue?”

His cock twitched, growing harder.

“You.. Don’t mind?” His brows were knitted, framing his anxious expression.

“Why would I? These holidays aren’t mine. You’re the one in command. So please, relax and let me take care of you.”

Ijichi bit his lower lip while he thought of something to object. But you were right.

“A-Alright...”

“Good! First, let me grab a condom,” you said with enthusiasm as you hovered over him, searching in the nightstand for the rubber. He gulped at the sight of your waving tits in front of his face.

“Can..-Can I touch your breasts?”

You smiled at the innocent request. You straddled him again, sitting on his hips with the plastic wrap in your hand. “Of course. Come on.”

He positioned himself to be more seated in order to fully see and grab your breasts. He barely touched them, like they were made of glass, thumbs caressing the nipples in lazy motions.

“You can suck on them.”

He looked at your face in awe, and immediately brought his wet lips around one of the nipples, swirling his tongue around it. He sucked the nipple audibly, while playing with the opposite one with less reserve than before. He switched between the breasts to give each one the same amount of attention and you moaned at it, seeing the shy man indulge in his lust.

While you straddled him, you felt his cock brush against your inner thigh. You brought one hand between your legs, touching the tip of his cock to slowly rub it against your drenched slit, wetting it. He moaned around your nipple. It felt so good, he was eager to be inside you. You felt his excitement and opened the condom to roll it on his sex while he was still busy with your breasts.

“Are you ready to fuck me, Ijichi?” Your voice was husky and your cunt quivering. You pushed him back for him to lie down again, grounding your soaked pussy onto his cock.

“Fuck-! Yes,” he almost whispered as you brought your face to his neck.

You circled his cock with one hand to align it with your pussy and you slowly sat down on him. You felt him tense, as you took every inch of him inside your fluttering hole. He was quick to put his hands back on your ass, trying to fit more of him inside you while he whimpered at the feeling of your walls engulfing his sex in the most delicious way. You reached for his shoulders to steady yourself onto his cock before slightly moving in slow motions, grinding yourself on him.

“You feel so good…” You told him, starting fucking him at a slow, steady pace. You raised one hand to grab his messy hair, bringing your face closer to his to kiss him for the first time. He tasted like mint toothpaste and yourself. He couldn’t think straight, sloppily kissing you back, happy that you were initiating the kiss he realized he wanted to give you but was too shy to ask.

He squeezed your ass between his hands, as he felt your mouth travel to kiss his neck and jaw, to reach his lobe which you licked softly. He felt a shiver run through his body at the feeling of your tongue on his ear. “Ah!” He squeaked. He was surprised to feel pleasure from his ears, he didn’t know how to react.

“You’re sensitive there.”

“Nobody has… ever licked me there,” he confessed. As he seemed to like it, you continued licking his sensitive skin, loving to hear him whimper at the feeling of your hot tongue on this new spot.

You took the opportunity to raise your hips and fuck yourself a bit faster on his cock, whispering soft praises between pants. His hips tried to meet yours, trying to reach you deeper into your hot sex and you pussy fluttered at his effort. He hissed, feeling your walls tighten around his shaft, squeezing him gently. You started to pepper kisses over his face, before kissing a soft spot on his neck that had his jaw tense and his hands on your rear squeezing your cheeks softly. He was panting hard, echoing your own moans.

“Do you want me to go faster?”

He was quick to nod, almost desperately. You rose from his chest, offering to his eyes the view of your bouncing tits before speeding up the grinding of your hips on his cock. One of his hands leavesed your ass to reach for a breast, groping it firmly in a tight grip. He couldn’t take his eyes off your body and your face, even if he was embarrassed to glance at the place where your pussy takes his whole cock. He allowed himself a quick view of it, only to see his cock drenched in your arousal and your pussy lips stretched by his shaft. He moaned at it, mesmerized at the view. You brought your hand to fondle your other tit, rolling the nipple between your fingers. Your other hands traveled from his shoulder to settle at the apex of your thighs to slowly circle your swollen clit. His eyes were still locked to that place, and seeing you play with yourself, while he was buried impossibly deep inside made him groan. This was so erotic, he’s sure he’ll have wet dreams of it for a while.

Your fingers on your clit felt so good, your pussy clenched at the feeling of the multiple stimulations, it had you moaning without restraint. He echoed your moans, aroused by your sounds. You thought you felt his cock twitch inside you, growing even bigger.

“I’m close -fuck, I wanna feel you more, Kiyotaka!” You panted out loud, starting to fuck yourself abrubtaly on his cock.

Hearing his name made him lose it, and he settled both of his hands on your hips, trying to make you fuck him rougher and deeper. His balls started to tighten as his cock twitched again, overwhelmed at the feeling of your tight and fluttering cunt. “I-I’m close too,” he informed you between ragged breaths.

“Want you to come with me, please!”

Your pace was faster as you fucked yourself vigurously on him, unable to stop your hips so close to your orgasm, still flicking your clit between your fingers.

“Yes! Oh god!” He whined.

“Fuck, ‘m cumming! Ahh-Fuck! Kiyotaka!”

You heard yourself cry as your orgasm hit you, body tensing above his for the second time. You pussy tightened around his aching erection, and he let out a long, unrestrained moan, reaching his own climax. He felt his cock release his cum inside the condom, with quick, uneven spurts, as his toes suddenly curled at the power of the orgasm he just had. You continued to slowly fuck him, milking his cock until the last drop and also allowing yourself to catch your breath, whining. Ijichi moaned out of overstimulation, feeling your pussy clamp down onto his shaft, squeezing it desperately.

You collapsed onto his slender torso, spent, as you did all the work. You didn’t want him not to lift a finger for you, only caring about fucking him for his vacation. He deserved it, and he was a really sweet guy after all.

“That felt so good.”

You rose your hips, slowly pulling out Ijichi’s cock from your quivering cunt.

“Thank you… I really enjoyed it.” He answered, biting his lower lip, looking at you as you delicately removed the condom off his softening dick after sitting down next to him on the bed.

“Do you want me to sleep next to you tonight?” You asked while gazing back at him, knotting the condom to toss it in the bin.

“You don’t have to...You must be exhausted, you did everything… I think we both need a shower. And we’re going to see each other tomorrow. ”

He pouted, watching his body covered with your arousal, his sweat, and massage oil.

You smiled. He was caring. “Alright, I’ll see you tomorrow. We could do that again too, if you’d like to.”

“Why not…” His trip had only three days left.

You stepped out of the bed, searching for your underwear, and put them back on with your satin pyjamas to go back to your room. You left the man on his big bed, legs slightly opened, still looking at the ceiling like what just happened was a dream, except his dick was still wet with the remains of his cum that didn’t leave with the condom.

You got back to your room and undressed right away. You took your phone that was charging on the nightstand to call Gojo Satoru, wedging the phone between your cheek and your shoulder. Until he picked up, you went to turn on the water in the shower.

“Hello?”

“Hi Sir Gojo. Sorry for calling you this late but, do you remember the bet we made, when you hired me?”

“Of course I do,” you heard him grin through the phone. “I bet you wouldn’t fuck Ijichi, and you bet the opposite.

“Well, you’ll have to pay me the extra you promised. I just had sex with him.”

He laughed.

“I’m glad for him. I thought he was a virgin to be honest, you’re very good at your job, I might hire you for myself. How was he, was he good? Did you cum?” You rolled your eyes to the sky as you listened to the personal questions your employer was asking you.

“It’s confidential.”

“Haaaaw so it means you didn’t get to cu-”

“Ask him for yourself. Just add the extra, please.”

“Alright~!” You sighed as you hung up the phone call before throwing the phone randomly on the bed to finally get in a much-needed shower.

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Grower Geto (Suguru Geto x Reader)

MDNI 18+ Smut. 2.5k words ao3 masterlist doodles picks

Honestly I was just thinking about how Suguru Geto is definitely uncut and a grower and how bad I wanna suck him off big style.

warnings: oral m!recieveing, cum play, spit, VERY SHORT, some begging, geor swinging back and forth between being in charge and being pathetic, he’s my secret lover in my head, like Nanami-kishibe-Choso that’s my main roster but Suguru…my dirty little secret.

Suguru isn't an arrogant man. He doesn't show off, he’s not cocky, he doesn't need to be flashy. He has always let his abilities and talents speak for themselves. Why would he expend additional energy into manufacturing scenarios to be marveled at, like others may?

That’s why it shouldn’t have been shocking the first time you reached into his lap, between your bodies just breaths apart and finding less than what you expected. It was rude of you to hesitate, you knew it, but you were surprised, everything else about him was so…big. His hands, his back and shoulders, his long, beautifully built legs. You expected a bit more, and you immediately chastised yourself for doing so. Surely, size wasn’t going to matter to you. Not with him. He was so sexy, effortlessly sexy, and who were you to doubt him?

Geto separated your mouths, one big hand on your shoulder holding you in place. He said nothing, just looked you over, surveying the shine of spit he left behind on your mouth and chin, the hazy, lustful look in your face that the confusion in your eyes juxtaposed. His head cocked to the side, the wave of black hair behind him flowing in the same arc. You looked so flustered, so desperate below him.

“What is it, baby?” He couldn't hold back the smile that was spreading across his face.

"Nothing I--nothing!" You leaned back in to kiss him again, feeling squirmy and embarrassed.

You didn't want him to feel like you were disappointed--not that you were disappointed! You were sure it was perfectly workable. More than that even, probably amazing! and who even cares about that, it's how you use it, not how big it is! He clicked his tongue, holding you firm in place, using one long, thick fingers to move a bit of hair off your face.

"Not what you expected, huh?" His voice was so smooth, so uninhibited by shame.

No, the shame was all for you. You had absorbed all the shame in the world and could feel it burning at your throat, trying to claw out apologies before you dared speak against him again.

"I didn't! Expect anything, I mean. I just--" You couldn’t find the right words, he was looking at you so closely, his smell was so overpowering and the heat between you was making your head feel light and your mouth water.

He was so cool and clear and composed, in contrast you felt muddy and intoxicated and messy. Geto brought his hand to your face again, the heat of his skin making your shame warmed cheek feel balmy. His dark eyes looked over you closely, the trembling lips, your wide searching eyes. How sweet. He leaned forward bringing the tip of his nose past yours, your lips barely touching, brushing together as he spoke.

"You don't really think I'd let you down, do you?" He wrapped you in a hungry kiss once again, long, hot tongue sliding against yours, overpowering your hungry mouth.

His kiss was electrifying, he moved his hands over your waist, slipping under your shirt, moving up to feel your back’s musculature. You followed suit, digging your fingertips into his warm skin, pulling him closer to you, wrapping your legs over his hips. He rocks your bodies together as you both shed your shirts, skin now against skin, sweat commingling, breath recycling. He moved his lips down your chin to your neck, his teeth showing themselves just enough to make you gasp. Geto’s hand found the button of your pants, unfastening them and pushing inside. His fingers traced your lips through your thin panties. You slipped your hand under his waistline, feeling the back turn to waist turn to hip.

You could barely speak through the huffs and moans he was pulling for you, the joint stimulation at your neck and pussy driving you wild.

“O-off.” You requested having trouble getting his trousers off his hips.

“So eager…” He mocked, voice humid and wet next to your ear, making you shiver.

You nodded your head, reaching for more of him. You whined as his hand left your panties, and you whined again as he rolled his eyes at your desperation. He pulled his pants off his legs, you followed, shimmying out of your own, leaving both of you in just your underwear. You could look his body over now, the clean, clear tanned skin, the tattoo on his hip he swears no one knows about, the barely present red lines that you had made with your fingers. He gripped himself through his boxers, feeling himself getting harder, swelling. He looked at your panting, desperate body heaving for him, a pulse shot through his groin, pinballing up and down his spine.

“Fuck, spread your legs.” He instructed, you obeyed.

He could see the curve of your pussy, the seam in between, where the wetness had made the fabric cling, revealing even more of your specific complexity. You watched him drool over you, your chest burned with pride. Feeling emboldened by his gawking, you trailed a finger down your body, tracing the slit that he seemed mesmerized by.

“Suguru…I need you.” You whined, moaning out the sound of his name, savouring every syllable.

He smiled, his perfect, devious smile that had been the reason you crawled into his bed in the first place. He reached to follow your fingers trail, feeling the wetness that soaked past the fabric wet his fingertip. He brought it to his mouth, relishing the taste of you. Geto encases your wandering hand in his own, bringing it to the front of his boxers, sliding your hand along his length which had…expanded. Your mouth grew wet, drool slipped past the edge of your mouth, you couldn't help it.

“This what you need? Hm?” He mocked you, watching how you salivated over the feel of him.

You nodded, the show he was putting on in front of you making you leak, you didn’t know how much longer you could take it.

“Go on, baby, take it.”

You were quick to your knees, slotting in between his legs. He let go of your hand, letting you decide where and how to touch him. Your droopy mouth pulled you forward, running your tongue along the lengthened, fabric covered shaft. You could feel the heat, the weight, you wanted it on you, in you, in your mouth, in your pussy, against your face, against your palm. You run your cheek against the spit stripe that you had just made. The hot, growing muscle against the fevered skin of your cheek sending you further into your fantasies of exactly what he would do to you.

Geto couldn’t help the moan you pulled from him. The sight of your lapping at him, rubbing against him through his boxers was almost enough to make him cum already. He was growing, he would be at full mast soon. He bit back the plea of mercy on his tongue, opting to clench his hands together, needing to see how you proceeded.

Finally, your dizzy brain urges you to the next step. You lace your fingers into the waistband of his underwear, peeling them off his hips, watching the topography of his body change. Smooth, tanned skin growing lighter, the sun not having seen as much as you were about to. The softer hues contrasted against dark, coarse hair at the base of his pelvis, manicured and maintained to precision. Finally his boxers have no more footholds and then fall from your hands, limp at his feet, forgotten, ignored in favor of the gorgeous, dream worthy, drip worthy cock in front of you. Long, six or seven inches at least, thick in the center, tapering slightly at the base and tip, a drool inducing curve to the left. Uncut, a pearl of precum dripping past his foreskin. Just as gorgeous as the rest of him. You should have known. You take him into your hand, encircling the full girth and bringing it close to your mouth, and give his tip a sweet lick, feeling the shaft pulse in time. The precum is sweet and sour on your tongue, and you have to taste it again. This time you pull it into your mouth, closing around it in a soft suck.

His stomach clenches, fighting to stay steady rather than thrusting in completely, he wants to see how you take it first. The look on your face when he's full and ready for you. You circle your tongue around the head, using your hand to pull the foreskin back and stimulate the rest of him while you focus on the most sensitive part. Pulling off him for a breath, you're quick to return to your work, taking more inches inside, feeling him prod at the back of your throat. He lets out a throaty moan above you, his grip on your hair tightening but not pushing or pulling, just holding you, letting you lead the dance.

You spit and drool, using the saliva and your hand to get the rest of his cock wet, when you pull back to admire your work you see he's grown, tip coming free from its confines, even thicker in the middle, longer, definitely. You look up at him in shock and delight.

“Told you I wouldn’t disappoint.” He moves the hair holding hand down your face giving you a soft tap on the cheek for doubting him.

You can’t help but giggle in delight, the building ache in your knees out of your mind. His hand on your face makes you drip onto the floor below you. You take him further, now locked into a game of how deep you can take him versus how much more he can grow for you. Every pump feels wider and deeper, but your bob your head all the same, trying to taste as much of him, make him feel your artistry in every centimeter. The sloppiness of your mouth proves beneficial as he grows more, he must have grown nearly three inches since you began. Delicious, rock hard inches that the more you take, the louder and prettier his sounds become.

“Yes baby, deeper. Please.”

You slurped more of him inside, running your tongue along the full, pulsating vein along the underside of his shaft. You bobbed your head more, taking in as much as you could and pulling out for haughty, deep breaths. Swirling your tongue around the newly uncovered tip, you moved your hand underneath to cup his full, heavy balls. He tugged on your hair, his hips shuttering against your lips.

“Careful baby,” He warns, feeling himself getting close, all too close.

But the wet, warm cavern of your mouth suctioned around him was too much. Suguru could feel himself twitching, he scraped his nails across your scalp. Your eyes fluttered as he hit the back of your throat, you looked up at him with thick, wet lashes. And he couldn’t stop himself, he pulled at your hair, pulling it back, releasing himself from your mouth.

You whine, pulling at his hips, but he swats at your hand, squeezing himself at the base, now fully erect, leaking already, begging to continue. He panted, leaning his head back so you could see the bob of his Adam's apple, the flexing muscles of his neck, the sweat shining against the lamp lights. Watching him huff into the dark of the room, you put your hands on him again, grabbing at his hips, raking your nails down the fine skin.

He wants to tell you to stop, that if he cums now he can’t cum inside you, and fuck does he want to cum inside you. He wants to feel you clench and tremble around him, to feel himself changing your make up, your shape. But when you slide your tongue around him so kindly, you suck him in further into your soft mouth, he can’t tell you no. It feels too good, he can’t help his own selfishness, his own indulgence.

You have him. You know you have him, the way he’s panting above you, biting his lips, trying to stifle the haughty, pathetic moans fighting to spill out. You pump and circle your hand in time with the way your tongue laps and circles his desperate, leaking tip. You don’t miss the way he grips the edge below him, the crack of his voice as your name rips through his chest. Your eyes are closed, giving your full focuse to the task at hand, and mouth, and tongue.

“Fuck” he whines, the duet of your ministrations making his heart pound and the cramping electricity underneath him spark again.

Giving your jaw, and Geto, a break, you palm over his tip again and again, faster than you could with your mouth. He squeezes his eyes shut, unable to stop the babbling moans coming from him. Your name, various pet names that you knew or he had never tried before, he was giving you ever title in the book. How generous of him. Not to grow lazy, your mouth still works underneath him, circling each ball, lapping at the thin skin and at the way he brings a hand down onto your shoulder. He wants you to finish him off, to stop, for the teasing to be over, to cum. He wants it so badly he can’t see, his eyes may be permanently closed. What a horrible world to imagine, without those beautiful violet eyes to take it in. You couldn’t have any part on the creation of such a world.

So you give.

You resume the work with your hand and your tongue in time. Circling over him, tasting the early dregs of his release. Savoring each note.

“Let me see it.” Is the last thing he manages before the shock is sent through his whole body.

Rippling up his arms, down his legs, knocking his head backward, screwing his stomach tight. His whole body rocks, pushing himself further into your mouth. You let your jaw go slack, letting him drive himself past the finish, take what he needs from you. He keeps one had at the base of your neck, holding you in place, the other can’t seem to decide where to land, your cheek, your jaw, thumbing at your bruised lips. He lets his eyes open to meet yours already watching him, small tears welling at the corners but an open, slack jawed smile. He feels his chest burn with pride, watching as you let him fuck your face. His hips stutter with the spurts of cum. He has to look away from you, throwing his head back again, moaning up into the dark.

His hips thrust into your mouth again and again, purse desire pistoning his hips. When he finally looks back down to you, your mouth is still closed over the head of his cock. Obeying him so perfectly already, he steadies his breath.

“Open” his hand finds a home now, cupping your cheek, cooing down to you.

You open your mouth around him, showing him the collection of his milky white cum you had held in place on your tongue for him. He marvels at your depravity, at the small bubbles of breath breaking through the silken surface. The sight alone pulls another line of cum from him, merging with the concoction in your mouth. He runs his thumb over your lip, wet and sticky. Beautiful, swollen, generous lips fully and plump. He can’t stop looking at you.

“Swallow it.” He commits the sight to memory, keeping it for himself forever.

You close your mouth, tasting him even closer, swallowing it down, feeling it move all the way down your throat, any sore parts smoothed and salved. You look up at him again, panting in time together. Without the hedonistic decadence to occupy your mind, the joints of your knees began to demand leniency. You shifted under him, feeling the air of the room grow cold against your skin, starting to feel bare under his gaze.

He joins you on the floor, pulling you in to kiss him again. His tongue diving forward to taste any lingering taste of himself on you. Your mouth, having worked so hard, is so willing to open and let him lead you through the kiss. Suguru pulls you close to him, feeling your body, wanting to return you kindnesses. Hebrings a hand to your chest, palming at your peaked breasts, kissing down your neck. Laying you back onto the floor, he knocks your knees apart, moving his fingers down the sensitive skin of your thighs. He slides his lips and tongue down your body, tasting the dewy sweat on your skin as he retreats. You shudder between him and the floor justified by how quickly he has moved on. Suguru moves so his shoulders are end capped by your legs, looking down to the sopping, wet mess between your legs.

“My turn.” Geto pulls two fingers into his mouth.

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