#jjk drabbles

[seidoll]

nerd!gojo who had always been the tall, awkward guy in the back — the one who could solve a calculus problem in thirty seconds but couldn’t make eye contact with a girl for more than two. his world had been textbooks, late-night study sessions, and anime soundtracks through cheap headphones… until you. pretty, popular, magnetic — you’d been the kind of girl he thought he’d only ever get to stare at from a distance, not touch.

nerd!gojo who had never touched a girl before you, but somehow had you in his dorm now, dress pushed up around your waist, panties hanging off one ankle, and his cock — big, thick-veined, flushed to the tip — pressing into your slick entrance. you hadn’t expected that. not from shy, fidgety guy with the glasses and awkward personality. “satoru—holy fuck, you’re so big—” you gasped, your voice already trembling before he even pushed in. he just grinned sheepishly, breathless, “is that… good?” before bottoming out in one slow, heavy thrust that made your nails claw into his desk.

nerd!gojo who could barely get the words out between moans as his fat cock dragged through your tight, velvety walls, every inch stretching you obscenely. “ohhh fuuuck—y-you’re so tight, baby—fuck, i can feel all of you—haaahh—” he babbled, glasses fogging as his hips started snapping forward. each wet, messy thrust punched his cock right up against your cervix, the blunt head battering that sweet spot so deep you were gasping, “satoru—ahhh!—s’too much, fuck, s’too big—” only for him to shudder and whine, “don’t say that—feels so good—don’t make me stop—your pussy feels so good, baby...”

nerd!gojo who kept you pinned to the desk, his long arms pulling you back onto him with each brutal slam of his hips. the sound was filthy — skin slapping, your wet cunt squelching around his length, his low moans melting into broken gasps. “creamin’ all over me—f-fuck, i can feel it—ohhh god—” he panted, his cock absolutely ruining your insides, stretching you so wide you felt split apart but dizzy from how good it was.

nerd!gojo who was completely gone, words tumbling out in a desperate stream as he fucked you harder. “baby—mmphhh—you’re so warm, so tight—gonna cum so deep inside you—nghh—gonna keep you full forever—” he moaned, hips losing rhythm but not slowing in force. every thrust shoved his cock as far as it could go, making your walls spasm and milk him until his glasses were slipping down his nose and his voice broke into messy, needy groans of your name. by the time he was done with you, your legs were trembling, your pussy was throbbing and dripping down his length, and he was still panting like he couldn’t believe he’d just fucked you into a cockdrunk mess.

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[sadisticslut666]

Holy shit, you have a big dick?! -JJK

synopsis: You didn’t expect Toji, Gojo, Nanami, Geto & Choso to be packing like that—thick, heavy, and downright obscene.

cw: explicit sexual content, size kink, rough sex, face-fucking, gagging, overstimulation, squirting, degradation & praise, choking (light), creampie.

Toji Fushiguro

Your jaw literally drops when he strips, eyes darting to the heavy weight between his thighs. “Holy shit—” you gasp before you can even stop yourself. His grin is sharp, cocky, like he knew you’d say it. “That a problem?” he asks, stroking himself slowly, deliberately.

Your thighs squeeze together, heat flooding down to your core as you shake your head. “N-no… not a problem at all.” You’re practically drooling, already leaning forward, mouth watering as if you need to taste just how heavy he feels on your tongue.

Satoru Gojo

“Holy fuck, you’re huge,” you breathe, pupils blown wide. Gojo’s laugh is low, cocky, the kind that makes your stomach twist. “What, baby? Thought all my bragging was just jokes?” He grabs your wrist, dragging your palm down his shaft until your fingers barely wrap around him. “Don’t worry—I’ll make it fit. You’ll be crying for more before I’m even halfway in.”

Kento Nanami

Your stunned gasp slips out before you can hide it. Nanami pauses mid-motion, golden eyes sharp. “Too much?” he asks flatly, though the twitch of his cock against his abdomen betrays him. When you shake your head quickly, thighs pressed together, he exhales slowly. Your pussy clenches hard at the thought, already soaking through your panties. “That’s not—fuck—it’s not fair,” you pant, mouth dry yet watering all at once.

“Life’s not fair, sweetheart,” he says, dragging your hand down to wrap around him. “Now, be a good girl and put that pretty mouth to work.”

Suguru Geto

You’re straddling him when he pulls his cock free, and you physically freeze, hand covering your mouth. “Fuck—you’re huge.”

Geto laughs low, wrapping his hand around the base and tapping it against your dripping cunt. Your stomach tightens, heat dripping down your thighs at the sight of him lazily stroking, thick and hard. You can’t even form words, only a desperate whimper. “Judging by the way you’re clenching those legs,” he says smoothly, “you’ll take every inch.”

Choso Kamo

“Holy shit—Choso—” your words come out as a whimper when he pushes his sweats down. He tilts his head, quiet and watchful, as if he’s waiting for rejection. But your cunt clenches around nothing, slick dripping down your thighs, and you crawl forward instead. His breath stutters when you mouth at the fat tip, precum smearing across your tongue.

“F-fuck…” he groans, fingers twitching at his sides as if he doesn’t know where to put them. The sight of you drooling over his cock makes his eyes go half-lidded, “You really want all of it?” he asks, voice ragged. You moan around his length, choking as you take him deeper, and his restraint shatters. “Shit—don’t stop. Take it. Take all of me.”

a/n: all of them at the same damn time please

[satoblue]

“𝐅𝐎𝐋𝐋𝐎𝐖𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐓” — gojo satoru

it is clear as day that gojo satoru is smitten with you, and he makes everyone aware of it too. | wc: 1.5k

f!reader, established relationship (dating), satoru loves to make you angry, he also loves to follow you after (and very loudly), banter, catcalling, fluff, you are so over him (not), satoru will never leave you alone and people watch on the street. | part of loving satoru | dividers made by me <3

you’re mad at satoru. again.

it’s nothing new. just the usually frustrating, stupid, exhausting back and forths he always finds a way to drag out longer than necessary for his own amusement like it’s a game. and this time, like the others, he pushed one button too many. maybe it was the smug little comments. maybe it was his complete refusal to take things seriously. or maybe it was that infuriating way he always thinks he’s right (and maybe he is — but that’s completely besides the point).

so, you do what you always do when you’ve had enough: you leave. you storm out for a walk — needing space, air, silence — anything that isn’t him. which, naturally, he decides to make as difficult as possible.

it hasn’t been that long since you and your boyfriend satoru moved in together… and yet it feels like he has made it his personal mission to push your limits (and evidently, you out of the house). deep down, you should’ve known better. he warned you himself once:

“because if we ever fight — and we will fight — you won’t get to storm off and run home. because home will be here… with me.”

at the time, you had practically melted at his charming words. but now you want to scream. you have been effectively fired up — so it is no longer as sweet as you remember. and true to satoru’s word, he refuses to let you just walk away and find reprieve in peace.

wherever you go, he follows.

sure, he could just let you cool off… but what type of boyfriend would he be if he wasn’t around to keep you safe? what if — god forbid — on one of your walks you find someone who makes you rethink your relationship with him entirely?

he’s not taking any chances. but he also knows better than to follow behind you. so, like the good boyfriend he is — he chooses to give you space… that space being five feet from his car as he tails beside you on the road.

it hasn’t even hit a whole minute before you hear the unmistakable slow roll of tires as a familiar, sleek vehicle pulls up. you don’t need to look to see who it is.

satoru rolls his window down, lets his arm casually dangle out, long pale fingers tapping on the exterior of his car door. doesn’t say anything right away, just watches you closely to read your mood — to see if you’ll change your mind about your tantrum and hop in even if it is in the back seat.

you don’t look back — you don’t even react — so he sighs.

“you really mad? i said i was sorry. just come home. you know you don’t have anywhere else to go.”

“…”

when he gets no reply, satoru hums like you’ve left him no choice, dramatically thudding his head back on the seat before taking a deep breath. and then, loudly:

“hey there, gorgeous!”

you freeze in your tracks, head whipping towards him. noticing your horrified look, you catch the glint of mischief in his eyes from behind his sunglasses.

“you look like you could use some company. you got a man?”

some heads start to turn towards the holler of his obnoxiously flirty voice from the driver’s seat.

your eyes widen even more, voice stuttering, your cheeks heating up at the unwanted attention and his typical, audacious behavior that he exhibits in an effort to embarrass you. but only just enough for you to get him to stop — because that is the entire point. to get your attention again. because satoru would rather you be angry at him than ignore him. and he has chosen to do it from a safe distance (that being, from inside his car) because he knows you’ll probably wrangle him if he dared to walk beside you and stir up a scene.

but you won’t let him win, so, you ignore him — obviously.

you pick up the pace, ducking your head slightly so no one associates him with you. the purr of his engine revs louder and he increases his speed to match yours.

“oi, don’t walk away! i’m a catch! ma’am! excuse me, ma’am, i am a respectable man in a very nice car and i’d like to take you out sometime!”

how embarrassing.

a few more people on the street start noticing, looking up to take a peek at the disruption — and you wish the ground would swallow you whole.

concerned glances are shot your way. a couple walking by slows down a bit, eyes flicking between the sound of the unrelenting man in the expensive car and the poor, beautiful woman clearly trying to escape him. one elderly lady outright gasps at his brazenness, chastising his behavior under her breath.

then it happens — a man, brows knitted together in (rightful) concern with a frown on his face, walks towards you with purpose.

“hey,” the stranger says, serious, eyeing satoru up and down like he’s dirt. “is this guy bothering you?”

you stop walking (and satoru slams his breaks at the same time), turning to look at the concerned guy and then at your boyfriend who’s batting his lashes innocently.

there’s a tension in the air, passersby’s and onlookers also pausing in anticipation almost.

you exhale sharply in an effort to stay calm before pointing a dramatic finger at the absolute menace behind the wheel.

“he’s my boyfriend,” you call out flatly to notify everyone in the vicinity, glaring at the doofus grinning at you from the car window.

there is a long, drawn out silence as the crowd stops bustling for a moment as they process your words. the stranger blinks, visibly lost — but satoru beams like you’ve just declared your undying love for him.

you gesture vaguely towards the car. “this is how he flirts.”

satoru leans out the window with the biggest, most satisfied grin on his face. he waves cheerfully and childishly, so much so that you find it adorable (you squash it down) — like he’s saying ‘hi’.

“she gets so cute when she’s mad. it’s like watching a kitten hiss.”

the guy backs off with an awkward mutter — “oh. sorry,” — and walks away, scratching the back of his head in confusion.

you consider throwing your shoe at satoru (though he’d probably like that) as people toss you both strange looks. instead, you just keep trudging forward as he trails you the entire way like a lovesick golden retriever.

“isn’t she gorgeous when she’s like this?” he pokes his head out of the window and announces loudly back to the crowd as he treads down the road slowly.

you mutter something under your breath and speed up your steps. he continues rolling along like a pest.

“oh, come on,” satoru whines. “don’t ignore me. i’m sensitive. you know i’ll just keep following you ‘til you say something to me.”

you break your silence for the first time, gritting your teeth, “satoru, i swear to god.”

“oh, she speaks,” he grins. “that’s progress.”

“you’re doing this on purpose.”

“obviously,” he shrugs. “i always tell my students to follow their heart, ya know. i’m listening to my own advice.” you huff at his cheesy words, but your heart still stupidly skips a beat.

“and i knew you’d defend me if someone tried to get involved. that counts as affection, right?” then he leans on the steering wheel and sighs dreamily. “so loyal. you should’ve seen yourself from my point of view — protecting me even when i’m annoying.”

you sigh. “you’re exhausting.”

“and yet, here you are — still putting up with me.” then, he gives you a little pout. “and besides, you said you didn’t want me near you — so i compromised. i’m in the car like a respectful, boundary respecting boyfriend who just wants to keep his very beautiful, very angry girlfriend safe.”

“i’m still mad at you.”

“i know~,” he sings, still smiling. “but you love me.~”

you roll your eyes — but you don’t deny it.

you keep walking. and satoru continues following, just a little quieter now — but still present. because even when you’re angry, he knows you won’t let anyone mess with him. satoru may drive you up the wall, but no one gets to touch him. that’s your job.

he’s an idiot — but still, your idiot. and also still your boyfriend (for now, he says). and apparently, incapable of letting you take a peaceful walk alone (ever again without him) because as far as he’s concerned — you belong with (and to) each other now.

and slowly, the crowd that had gathered to witness the chaos of you both bickering like an old married couple begins to disperse. because it is clear to all that watched the spectacle that there is no need to worry when the commotion was all just a lovesick man following his heart (you).

[nanamisweetgirl]

🜼 ⋆ freak choso sucks on your tits while you wash his hair.

he doesn’t mean to do it like that.

you’re just sitting on his lap, trying to rinse the shampoo from his hair, but his hands slide up under your shirt like they belong there. like touching your tits is part of the routine now. and when he cups them. his big hands soft and warm against your skin. he hums low in his throat like it’s calming him down.

“these help,” he mumbles, dragging his thumbs over your nipples, slow like he’s petting them.

you twitch. hard.

“help what?” you whisper, breath catching.

“me. it helps me concentrate,” he says simply. like it makes perfect sense. like rubbing slow circles into your aching nipples is normal you for, like it’s therapeutic. meditative.

then he leans forward, still wet from the sink, and licks one, just one, soft and flat and your thighs tremble on either side of him.

“they taste clean,” he says, like he’s evaluating you.

and then he sucks. open mouth, full tongue, cheeks hollowing like he’s trying to drink something out of you. one hand still squeezes your other tit like a stress toy, absently stroking your nipple between his fingers.

you whimper, your hips rocking forward desperately looking for some friction.

he pulls off with a quiet pop, looks up at you and blinks.

“…do you want me to stop?”

“no,” you gasp. “just—don’t talk about it.”

he nods. then puts both your tits in his mouth again.

and keeps sucking.

like it’s just something he needs. like it’s how he self-soothes. like you’re the only thing that tastes right.

[bistrocatxx]

18+ mdni

satoru's on his knees with your hips resting on his quads, white hair clinging to his sweaty forehead as he grips one of your plush thighs with a bruising strength. he's using the other hand to press his cock down onto your sex, as he thrusts languidly, dragging his shaft between your slick folds.

his brows are pinched together, pupils blown wide with lust. he's staring down at the point where your bodies meet with a desperation he can't contain.

"baby, please," he whines, "please, let me fuck you."

"satoru… no—" you gasp when he guides his angry, flushed tip to your entrance, nudging against the hole before letting the head slip inside. "—not without a condom."

he groans loudly, sliding his cockhead out of your cunt. the thrusts forward, pulling a sharp moan from your throat when his length glides along your clit.

"but i need you. please." he sounds pathetic, desperate, voice cracking when he begs you.

you can feel your cunt throbbing, the heat in your core threatening to break your resolve as he keeps fucking himself against your wet slit. his shaft is glistening, coated in your essence so each time he drags his hips back there's a wet schliiick. and each he pushes forward, his tip catches on your entrance again, threatening to slip every inch into your warm, sopping cunt.

"careful satoru," you coo, rolling your hips against him, "not inside."

his hands move to grab your waist harshly, halting your movement. "then stop that," he seethes, breathing ragged, chest heaving as his eyes slide up to yours.

you smile softly, innocently, like you're not denying him the one thing he needs, and then dangling it in front of him, just out of reach.

without another word his hands move to the back of your knees, pushing them together and towards your chest, the sudden shift making you cry out.

"toru!"

your thighs come together around his cock, your supple flesh is squeezing him tight, pressing him harder against your throbbing clit as he thrusts faster. hips slapping against the back of your legs, a cascade of moans fall from both of your mouths. your eyes squeeze shut, as his hard cock rubs against the sensitive bud, each groove, each vein along his shaft overstimulating you.

"f-fuck, baby, you're so wet," he gasps. his dick spreads your slick between your legs, your arousal like lube as he continues to fuck himself into your thighs. it's obscene, and it feels so much better than you thought it would, so much better than it should, you think.

"wanna slip it in," he whimpers as he continues dragging his cock between your lips and thighs. "please, baby, i can- haah- can pull out."

you're barely listening over the sound of your own moans as he babbles on hopelessly. your hands grip the sheets as you feel your walls fluttering around nothing, more of your juices dribbling out onto satoru's dick.

"fuckkk, please, just for a second," satoru begs again, "jus' the tip."

satoru's cock is leaking, his own precum mixing with your slick, just making everything louder as his skin slips against yours.

"n-no—" you rasp, "toru, faster…"

he listens, obeying without a beat of hesitation. muscled arms wrap around your legs as he hugs them to his chest, fucking himself harder into the snug space between them, pulling your body against his hips to meet each thrust. you arch off his lap, pressing your weeping cunt up against his shaft, making you both whine.

"baby, baby, 'm gonna cum," he rambles on, "feels so— fuck, 'm gonna cum, you're so good—"

"cum on me, toru, need you," you mewl, voice pitchy and breathless.

and that breaks him.

hips stuttering, with a guttural groan he thrusts one last time. his cock pulses and his seed spills out onto your stomach, your hips, your cunt. he's panting raggedly, still holding your legs to his body as satoru continues rolling his hips slowly, fucking himself through his high. his eyes cut down to your pussy and he moans again, cock twitching once more as the last of his cum dribbles out when he sees the sticky, white spend smeared onto your puffy folds.

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[sugurusbeloved]

꒰✶꒱ "when i remember he's my bf and wont care if i touch him" with nanamin .ᐟ

nanami sat on the couch like he was personally trying to teach it manners—back straight, ankles neatly crossed, book balanced in his hands. at eighteen, he still somehow carried himself like a weary middle manager while all his friends slouched around like chairs were a suggestion rather than furniture.

you approached on tiptoe, as if sneaking up on a particularly grouchy cat, and pressed your palm against his cheek. nanami’s eyes shifted toward you—flat, unimpressed—but he didn’t move.

your thumb traced along his jaw, dramatic and slow, like you were unveiling some ancient artifact. his expression didn’t so much as twitch—utterly blank, like a mannequin at a department store. for a moment you wondered if he’d fallen asleep with his eyes open, or if that blank stare was just his poker face, until he finally broke the silence.

“what exactly are you doing?”

“touching my boyfriend,” you answered sweetly. " because I can."

he paused, then let a soft exhale through his nose, as if weighing whether this warranted energy. it didn’t. he turned back to his page, which you naturally took as full permission.

your hand wandered higher, smoothing his hair back, then tugging at his earlobe just to see if he’d react.

nanami didn’t flinch. didn’t even blink. just muttered “…seriously?” with a straight face.

you grinned, emboldened, and let your hand drift down his shoulder, down his arm—before stopping, of all places, at his elbow. you squeezed it like you’d discovered treasure.

nanami slowly, so slowly lowered his book. “my elbow? really?”

“it’s a very… boyfriend elbow.”

the look he gave you could have killed crops–but his hand didn’t move yours away.

encouraged, you carried on–patting his shin, poking his knee, tracing a finger along the edge of his sock like you were mapping a sacred landscape.

finally, nanami set the book aside with deliberate calm. “do you plan on cataloguing every single limb, or—”

“yes,” you interrupted cheerfully, pressing your palm to his forehead like you were diagnosing a fever.

he shut his eyes and let a long, suffering sigh. “unbelievable.”

you ignored him and continued, patting his shoulder like a proud coach. “shoulder. strong. good for carrying bags of groceries and also me.”

he cracked one eye open, unimpressed. “are you finished?”

“torso,” you announced, dramatically pressing your hand to his chest. “excellent real estate. five stars. would cuddle again.”

nanami pinched the bridge of his nose, but when you leaned into his side, he didn’t shift away. traitor.

your hand slid back to his cheek, gentler now, thumb brushing lazily across his skin. this time, he leaned, eyes squeezing shut. a small, traitorous tilt into your touch

when his eyes opened, they met yours with the same steady composure, though softened at the edges.

“you’re worse than Gojo,” he muttered, voice quieter this time. "this is ridiculous."

“yeah,” you replied, smile curling as you stroked his jaw. “but I’m your ridiculous.”

nanami didn’t argue. he never did when it came to you. instead, he sat there—patient, resigned and unmoving—as if your hands had always belonged wherever they wandered.

and when you kissed his cheek, feather-light, his hand finally betrayed him—drifting down to rest over your knee, grounding, steady.

“fine,” he murmured, almost too low to hear. “but i draw the line at you trying to evaluate my kneecaps.”

“oh no,” you grinned, already plotting, “those are next.”

the groan he let out could have rattled the windows.

[riveredmoon]

nerd!jo finds bimbo!reader’s tattoo

warnings: smut (mdni, obvi), fem!receiving oral, crack

pt 1

his fogged up glasses are slipping down the ridge of his nose. his hands splayed on your thighs, prying them open. your own hands pulling at the roots of his frost white hair as his tongue swirls around your swollen, clothed clit.

your hips buck, looking to rub your leaking pussy over his plumped lips — giving his tongue access to delve in deeper. those moans that come from the thick of your chest, fills the room as gojo buries his face deeper into your clenching (once again, clothed) cunt. the lace of your panties scratching his chin with each swivel of his tongue along your folds.

“‘toru..” you whine, wiggling your hips. your chin tucked against your chest as you bat your eyelashes at the head of white between your legs. his fingers pressing deeper into your thighs, a low hum slipping past his lips and sending vibrations straight to your core. your thighs clench, his fingers following the movement. “just take them off.”

and with an incline of his head, your fingers still mused with the messiness of his hair — he looks up at you with a narrowed look, his blue eyes locked on yours.

he doesn’t say any words, silent determination as his hands trail up to your hips. your joints bucking at the lost of closeness of his face, your pussy missing the heat of his mouth on you.

the band of your panties in between his fingers, he starts to torturously pull them down. his thumb brushing pass your new body edition.

“wh..what is this?”

you watch, blinking slowly. your fingers pulling at his hair lightly, a light hum rushing past his lips. “i got it for you,” you feel your cheeks burn underneath his stare. “since you like pie.” he inches your panties all the way down now, his breath mingling with the slick of your pussy.

silence.

slightly crooked glasses slip down his face. arched eyebrows. blinking blue eyes.

shade of red flushing against his cheeks.

your teeth biting into your bottom lip as you watch the corner of his lips twitch up. you’re not sure if he is going to laugh or scold you for getting a tattoo in shoko’s dorm room — wait, he doesn’t know that part yet.

his thumb presses against the cartoonish pie design, tracing it. his eyes dropping from yours to finally get a good look at it.

that feeling that you get whenever you push a door that’s supposed to be pulled open creeps up as you stare down at him. his expression unreadable, the pad of his thumb rubbing against the cherry, no, the apple pie on your hip bone.

“pi? as in the mathematical formula?”

you lean up on your elbows, scrunching your nose in the process. “no,” you huff out. “like cherry pie?”

his lips twitch up into a grin. the one that means what you said was completely wrong. but, you can’t really pay attention to that, not when said lips are ghosting near your slicked folds. “no, you mean the mathem-“

you roll your eyes, cutting him off. your hips jerking up as you try to chase his tongue as it glides along his bottom lip. “you’re always talking about pie ‘toru.”

“baby, it’s pi,” he groans, his thumb still rubbing the tattoo. “three point one four one five —“

after ‘point’ your brain trailed off, just happy to hear his voice and feel the roughness of his jaw against the inside of your thigh. so when his mouth drops back onto pussy mid number counting (or whatever the fuck he was repeating), you can’t help the gasp that rips out of your chest. his tongue sliding through your folds in the shape of a nine, like he’s trying to lick the formula into you.

“satoru-“ your voice cracks, your hips bucking up into his mouth.

he hums, the vibrations teasing your clit. “nine two six five three five—” the numbers are mumbled against your cunt, his tongue flicking quick, fast, making your thighs shake around his head.

his glasses slip further down, fogging again as he buries his face between your thighs. your hands tug at his hair hard enough that he groans into you. the numbers abandoned as he slurps messily at your clit.

“sato-“ you whimper, head falling back against the pillow. tears looking at your waterline.

he pulls back just long enough to huff out a gruff moan, his thumb back on the tattoo. “i should tell you, this looks more like a muffin than a pie.”

your hand still threaded through his soft locks, you yank. and yank hard. a wheezed chuckle leaving his mouth before his head is dipping back in between your thighs.

i love them also not proofread because i started this when i woke up in the middle of the night. ok bye

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[ksuojelly]

''My daddy!" your daughter squeals, her tiny hands grabbing at Sukuna’s sleeve as she tugs with all her might, her little face scrunched in fierce determination.

"No, my daddy!" you shoot back with mock seriousness, yanking on his other arm with equal intensity.

Sukuna, seated on the couch with his arms stretched out like he's being crucified by love, with a rainbow unicorn bandage is stuck to his forehead. Why? No one knows. His crimson eyes remain glued to the TV screen but he’s not really watching anymore, quietly accepting his fate.

He doesn't say anything, though there’s the faintest ghost of a smirk tugging at his lips.

''My daddy gives me more kisses'' your daughter declares, raising the stakes with wide, victorious eyes.

You gasp. “Traitor!” you chime in playfully, gripping his other arm and pretending to pout. “I saw him first!”

"Unbelievable," he murmurs under his breath, eyes glancing between the two girls tugging on him like he's a prized teddy bear.

Your daughter tugs harder, giggling. “S' Mine Papa forever!”

You gasp in mock betrayal. “What?! I give him goodnight kisses! And make his tea!”

“I draw him pictures!”

“I keep him warm at night!”

Sukuna finally exhales and tilts his head back against the couch. “I should’ve stayed a curse.”

You and your daughter both throw yourselves against him in an instant, wrapping him in tiny arms and grown-up affection. He lets out a low, exaggerated groan but doesn’t move he just melts quietly into your combined warmth.

The room is filled with you and your daughters giggles high-pitched, unfiltered, contagious, Sukuna’s arms slide around the two of you, one large hand gently cradling your daughter’s back, the other resting over your waist.

Silently complaining like a grumpy old man, lips pressed in that familiar irritated line

And despite the complaining, he doesn’t push either of you away.

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[satorus-princess]

cw (minors please dni): dom!fem!reader, sub!gojo, use of a strap, blowjob? (he sucks off the strap), teensy bit of degradation, humping, hair pulling

a/n: yum actual pegging fic here <3

“c’mon, you're taking your sweet time,” satoru huffs, while you secure the strap-on around you.

he's already assumed his position on his knees in front of you, solely in his boxers that strain against his heavy, leaking cock. the azure waves of his hues crash into yours as he stares up at you through his frosty eyelashes. pure lust and desperation pour into them despite knowing that he won't be getting any direct satisfaction.

you arch an eyebrow at him and he grins. “someone's impatient,” you comment.

“duh, i was the one who suggested this.”

“slut,” you say jokingly.

“mm, yeah, keep going and i'll cum in my boxers before you even touch me,” he practically purrs, and with the debauched glint in his eyes you doubt he's joking.

you roll your eyes, half good-naturedly, before you thread your fingers through his pearly strands, tugging him closer and he moans at the rough treatment. thankfully, you can shut his talking up easily, and that you do - lightly drumming the silicone on his lips and his mouth automatically falls open. inviting, eager.

he graces the tip of it with a sloppy, open-mouthed kiss, all while smirking up at you, making sure his eyes are locked with yours. he spits on it and uses his hand to smear it all over, stroking it methodically as if it were real, twisting his wrist with each glide.

his hands snake up to hold your waist and his lips become further apart. he works the fake dick into his mouth, eyes half-lidded as he bobs his head up and down, gradually taking it deeper. he hums around the length, clearly enjoying himself as his ministrations become sloppier, more depraved.

and the way he’s desperately grinding his bulge against your leg tells the whole story, hips stuttering, unable to keep a steady rhythm.

his eyelashes flutter as his eyes fall shut on their own, moaning from the friction and how much he’s getting into sucking off your strap like he’s done it a thousand times before.

“oh, fuck. this is so hot,” he murmurs, muffled as he slowly pulls off, a string of spit attaching his lips to the tip and drool trickling down the corner of his mouth, which he doesn’t bother to wipe away.

he makes eye contact with you again as he drags his long tongue across the underside of the silicone dick so sensually. and when he reaches the ridged head of it, he swirls his tongue over it, round and round, up and down.

a smug smirk curls the corners of his mouth upwards when he notices the slightly hazy look in your eyes, cheeks hot with so many feelings - awe, lust, simply flustered. and the man beneath you so smug that he could have this effect on you without even touching you.

“you like this? seeing me on my knees for you, shutting me up? ruinin’ me and you aren’t even touching me. pull my hair again, i like it.”

he moans when you clutch the back of his head and pull on his hair, guiding him back to the toy, which he easily takes back into his mouth, making sure that you’re watching every second of him as he gradually takes it further and deepthroats it, purposely choking.

his eyes almost roll back, and he whines and humps your leg harder as if getting more and more turned on by his own actions and having his throat so filled. a wet gasp escapes him as he pulls off almost all the way, only to do it again, his eyes glassy.

becoming impatient by the second, he dances his fingers down to your calf and holds your leg still for him to rub himself against it. his swollen, pink lips pop off the strap and he stares up at you with such a needy gaze it makes your breath hitch. he’s practically drowning you in his desperation.

his fingers sneak to your exposed pussy, dripping with syrupy arousal just from watching him. he smiles, mischievous and dirty. “let me get my mouth on the real thing now, huh? gotta treat my princess before she fucks me.”

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[deserteddreamscape]

bf! Sukuna moves marking you, but loves something even more / smut, MDNI, fingering, biting ➜ a/n : still new to smut ! experimenting some things <3 not proof read ➜ 500≈ words

bf! Sukuna who just can't help but just, bite you. A nibble on your ears, lightly biting your fingers before sticking them into his mouth for prep, a hickey on your neck (and lower, more unseen areas).

You always joked that his canines seemed a bit sharper than the normal person. That hurts, down boy something you've said multiple times when you'd be innocently cuddling, before feeling his lips on your neck. But really, it never hurt, it felt good.

Sukuna, with all the love and affection he has for his sweet girlfriend, won't fail to mark you up as his.

"Kuna, gentle please, that- yes, right there" you whine as Sukuna has got you on his lap, back against his chest.

There's no denying that Sukuna is big, it'd be stupid too. So like the caring boyfriend he is, he always makes sure to prep you to take him.

His thick fingers slide slowly in and out of you, sometimes hooking and reach that sweet spot of yours. His other hand is wandering up and down your body, giving your tits a squeeze every now and then.

Your legs threaten to close, and rather than pry them apart, Sukuna dips his head down onto your neck. He leaves kisses along your nape and shoulder, before taking a bite in that one spot that makes you vision go white.

"Sukuna," you wheeze out. He's pumping his fingers faster, still suckling on the spot he's bitten. It's messy, the sounds of your gushing pussy and met with the licking and slurping of Sukuna on your neck.

It's too much, almost too much. You can feel yourself getting close, and Sukuna can too. You reach you point when Sukuna other hand reaches down and rubs your clit, causing you to finally let go.

"That's my girl, fuckin' come for me, yeah?" Sukuna keeps fingering you, allowing you to ride your high. Coming back to your senses, your vision clears up to see Sukuna's slick covered hands in front of you.

"Open that pretty mouth for me sweetheart. Clean up the mess you made, hm?" You open your mouth, allowing Sukuna to shove his fingers into you. Your tongue laps up your own release, and before Sukuna pulls out his fingers, decide to give him some payback.

You take a harsh bite, and you weren't really sure the reaction you would get. You certainly didn't expect Sukuna already hard on to get bigger from underneath you.

"F-fuck, what the hell?" Sukuna looks down at you, only to be met with your doe eyes staring right back at him. If he wasn't a better man, he would've came right then and there.

Not long after, you'd find yourself flipped over, Sukuna hovering on top of you. He's got his cock pistoling you, but not before he demands you for something. He moves his forearm right in front of your mouth, and before confusion spreads on your face,

"Fuck, go and take a bite baby. Mark me as yours"

Sukuna loves to bite and mark you up, but he loves nothing more than when you return the favor.

@deserteddreamscape 2025 - do not copy or translate

hope you enjoyed ! again, still experimenting writing smut pls be patient૮ ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ა

[tojisno1g00ner]

older boyfriend toji who loves teasing his gamer girlfriend while she’s streaming

“It’s still there? Ehh, lemme try to f-fix that,” you pursed your lips, your flustered cadence betraying you when you tried not to give away any sign of the mess under what the screen catches.

You briefly glanced down, a chill shooting through your spine when you find Toji’s gaze piercing into yours—his green irises verdant with mischief and lust as his head pokes from underneath the desk. Your legs are thrown over his broad shoulders, his chin shiny from the love juice weeping from your cunt. Your eyes lingered a few seconds at the way his tongue darted to a stripe across his slick coated lips. Fuck—you swore you lost brain cells from the way your head lightens.

Thanks to his teasing for the past 40 minutes, your viewers have been complaining about the sloppy ‘echo’ from the sound system. God, you swear he’ll get you into trouble if he continues doing dirty things while you’re live streaming.

Your eyes forcefully narrowed at the chat, trying to bring your focus on reading the chat in attempt to seem completely unflustered. As if your pussy isn’t painfully throbbing from the constant edging. You tried to read a comment aloud, but your mouth paused open at the way Toji cruelly dragged his tongue over your way-too-sensitive clit.

You nearly came right there and then—but lucky for you, a text-to-speech donation rolled in just in time to snap you out of it.

‘Hey, Y/N are you sick or something? You sound weird. Be sure not to overwork yourself.’

“Ah—ehm. I’ve been feeling under the weather lately,” you forced a chuckle. Your knuckles are white from how hard you’re gripping the mouse. You tried to jab Toji’s back with the back of your heel, feeling guilty for your unknowing viewers at your boyfriend’s perverted shenanigans.

Ever the stubborn piece of a hulk, to quit was never a concept in Toji’s dictionary. So he doubled down with his lips puckered around your pearly nub, flicking it with the tip of his tongue. Thick fingers plunged into your dripping cavern, repeating the come-hither motion over and over again until your legs are wrapped around his thick neck, chocking him deeper into your cunt.

He’s treating it like it’s some sort of competition, trying to force an orgasm out of you and counting the seconds until you cum under his breath. Of course, it doesn’t take long until you’re unravelling with your toes curling and juices squirting out like a bursting fountain. A whine muffles through your wobbly lips, your eyebrows tipped to the heavens and eyes all heavy lidded as you try to catch your breath.

Only to gawp at the screen the second your senses returned. The chat going wild—comments tumbling too fast to read. Your blurry sight barely catching a few to read.

antooo01: wtf?? was that??? djtoes3: is there someone under the table… .fjart: yoo anyone clipped that? earblaster_6_7: ahegao in the big 25 ✌️😭

Oh, Toji Fushiguro is a dead man.

[seidoll]

yuta fucking you so good ㅤ♡

yuta had you bent over the edge of the bed, spine arched, face pressed into the sheets while his cock slammed into you from behind. his grip was tight on your hips, dragging you back onto him with every brutal thrust, the wet smack of his balls hitting your messy cunt echoing in the room.

“fuck, babyy—listen to that,” he groaned, voice breaking, eyes glued to the way your pussy clung to him. “you’re so wet, h-hah—creamin’ all over my cock. you like this, don’t you? lettin’ me fuck you dumb like this?”

you were sobbing into the mattress, body shaking, drool wetting your lips as you cried out, “y-yuta—ahhh! too much—ohhh fuck, y-you’re so deep—!” every slam had you gushing, messy slick running down your thighs, your raw pussy spasming around him. he bent over your back, panting against your ear, hips still pistoning hard. “i know, baby, i know… it’s a lot, huh? but you’re takin’ it so well. you always do. fuck—you feel so good, i can’t stop.”

his hand slid down to your belly, pressing so you could feel the thick drag of his cock inside you, every inch stretching you raw. “feel that? feel how deep i am? hnghh, that's me right here.”

“aauuugh—mmnghhh—yuta, i c-can’t, ‘m gonna cum—!” your voice cracked into sobs, legs trembling as he fucked you through it. “yeah, baby? cum for me. make a mess on my cock. soak me— please give it to me, sweetheart—” his words were needy, desperate, as he snapped his hips faster, cock drilling into your sloppy cunt until you broke.

you screamed, body convulsing, hot gush splattering his thighs as you squirted all over him. your pussy clenched violently, milking him, slick dripping down onto the sheets.

“h-haahh—fuck—” yuta’s head dropped to your shoulder, voice wrecked, thrusts turning messy as he chased his release. “hnnghh.. you’re squeezing so tight—god, you’re so good. i can’t—baby, i’m gonna cum—gonna fill you, yeah?”

you sobbed out, half incoherent, “y-yes—please cum in me, fill me up, yuta—!” he slammed deep, grinding against you as his cock twitched hard, spilling inside you in hot, heavy pulses. his voice cracked against your ear, “fuck, i’m cumming—take it, baby, take it all. shit—oh fuuuck.”

he stayed buried, panting, watching his cum leak out around his cock as your body still twitched under him, overstimulated and messy. his hand stroked your hair gently even while his hips gave one last lazy thrust. “good girl... keep it all in for me, baby.”

author's note: the new trailer had me (s)creaming 😖 my goat looks so good raaah dont get me started with choso n maki

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[sadisticslut666]

Pussy Drunk Nanami

synopsis: Nanami’s a fuckin’ simp for you. And there’s nothing that turns him on more than your wet tight pussy.

cw: Explicit sexual content (18+), Rough sex, Oral (f. receiving), Pussy-drunk Nanami, Degradation/Praise, Breeding kink/Creampie.

The apartment is quiet when you let yourself in, carrying your small overnight bag from visiting your parents. You’ve been gone three days—three painfully slow, sexless nights away from Kento—and your body aches with how badly you need him.

He’s due home in an hour, and you know exactly how to welcome him. The lingerie he loves is snug against your body. You spritz a little of his favorite perfume of yours on your neck, crawl onto the couch, and wait.

When the lock clicks and he steps inside, his usual tired sigh dies halfway out of his mouth. His tie is loosened, hair slightly mussed from the day, “...You’re joking,” he mutters, voice rough, as his gaze drags over you.

You stretch languidly, legs parting on the couch. “Welcome home, Kento.”

He drops his briefcase. He doesn’t even bother taking his shoes off before he’s on you, hands already tugging at the straps, lips crashing against yours. “You’re going to kill me,” he growls into your mouth, sliding a hand between your thighs, groaning when he finds your panties already soaked through. “Fuck—You missed me that much?”

“Yes,” you whimper, grinding against his fingers.

“Three days,” he mutters, voice dripping with disbelief, “and you’re dripping like this already. Pathetic, sweetheart. Absolutely fucking pathetic.”

The way he says it makes your cunt flutter. You arch into his hand, whimpering louder as he finally slides the lace aside and sinks two thick fingers into you without warning. “Kento—” Your back arches when his thumb brushes your clit, deliberate and slow, cruel in how it builds. “Please, I need—”

He pulls his fingers free, shoves them past your lips, groaning when you suck them clean without hesitation. His composure finally snaps. He’s on his knees in front of the couch in seconds, ripping your panties down your legs and burying his face between your thighs.

He moans into you, desperate, messy, eating you like he’ll never get another chance. He mutters against your slick folds, “Perfect. My perfect girl. I could spend the rest of my life right here—” and then he’s sucking your clit so hard your vision whites out.

Your fingers twist in his blond hair, tugging, guiding, but he’s relentless, groaning every time you grind down against his face. He doesn’t care about air, doesn’t care about anything but drowning in you. And when you cum—shaking, sobbing, crying his name—he only licks harder, lapping up every drop “Fuck—Nanami—slow down—”

When he finally pulls back, chin soaked, pupils blown wide, he looks wrecked. Pussy-drunk. He wipes his mouth with the back of his hand, “Not enough,” he rasps, voice hoarse from groaning into your cunt. His hands grip your thighs again, sliding up, rough with need. “You think I can stop after that? After three fucking days without you?”

You whimper, trying to catch your breath, but he’s already undoing his belt with shaking fingers, his cock springing free—thick, flushed, leaking as if he’s been aching for you all damn week. His breath shudders as he fists the base of his cock, staring down at you like he’s about to lose his mind. “Look at you,” he groans, dragging the head through your soaked folds, coating himself in your slick. “I could fuck you forever and it still wouldn’t be enough.”

He pushes in with one rough thrust, burying himself to the hilt. The stretch burns in the best way, your walls clenching tight around him. Nanami’s head drops to your shoulder, a broken moan spilling from his lips.

“Fuck—you’re so tight,” he growls, already pulling back only to slam back in harder. Your legs wrap around his waist, nails raking down his back as he pounds into you, each thrust knocking the air from your lungs. You claw at his shoulders, nails dragging through his shirt as your voice breaks on his name. “Kento—slower, I can’t—”

“No,” he growls, biting at your jaw, your neck, every inch of skin he can reach. “You don’t get slow. Not after teasing me like this. Not after leaving me with nothing but my hand while you’re gone.” His thrusts grow rougher, angrier.

Every whimper you made had him twitching deep inside you. “God, you don’t even know… how fucking good you feel,” he rasped, jaw clenching as he forced himself to look down where you were stretched around him. The sight alone nearly undid him.

You come again, clenching around him so hard he nearly loses it. He fucks you through it anyway, moaning as if your orgasm is his. When his own release crashes down, it’s with your name torn from his throat, spilling hot and deep inside you as his body shakes.

And still—he doesn’t pull out. Doesn’t move away. Just buries his face in your neck, cock still twitching inside you, as if he can’t stand the thought of not being connected to you.

“Three days,” he murmurs, voice slurred and ruined, lips dragging over your skin. “Never again. I can’t—fuck, sweetheart—I can’t go that long without you.”

a/n: pussy drunk Nanamin is my fav

[satoblue]

𝘮𝘢𝘥𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘧𝘪𝘵 — part of loving satoru | 0.5k+

your stomach had been in knots the entire day. because it’s the first time satoru will be staying over at your place instead of you at his.

though you hate to admit it, you spent more time than you’d like fixing up the place (straightening pillows and tucking away laundry) and trying not to panic over whether he’d even like it here considering his rather lavish lifestyle.

and you seriously hated how only he could make you nervous about something like this. you know he’s not like that — and still, the situation made you overthink.

but now, you’ve finally invited him here — or rather, he invited himself over with a casual — “i’m sleeping at yours tonight.” — in finality without even asking for permission first like usual.

the nerves have been chewing at you the whole time he’s been here. what if it feels too small to him? too ordinary?

turns out, you don’t have to worry. the man — no, the absolute doofus you’re dating — could make himself comfortable in any situation.

case in point: you have only been gone a few minutes (longer than necessary), stepping back into your bedroom with a glass of water in hand — only to freeze halfway through the doorway at the sight gracing you.

“...satoru,” you start slowly, narrowing your eyes.

“why are you naked?”

said man is currently sprawled across your bed as bare as the day he was born like it’s a damn photoshoot, one arm propping up his head, the other perched on his hip, grinning boyishly and lazy. the clothes you had lent him earlier to wear to bed are discarded on the floor.

“i don’t need pajamas,” he purrs seductively, eyes half lidded and stretching like a cat, his cock exposed, hard, and leaking rather shamelessly onto your bedding as it rests against his stomach.

“i’ll just… wear you.”

your lips press into a thin line as you choke back a laugh, setting your glass on the nightstand.

“wear me?”

satoru hums, eyes glittering as his voice dips playfully. “you’ll fit just right. warm. tight. keep me comfier than clothes ever could. come here.”

your mouth twitches, unable to fight a smile as you edge closer with a sigh. “you mean wear me out?”

“in what way?” he asks innocently, tilting his head with a bat of his white lashes.

you let out an exaggerated groan, rolling your eyes — but your pulse skips when he pats the space on the mattress beside him invitingly.

“ugh, you’re unbelievable.”

“mm, but you’re going to help me prove my point, won’t you?”

satoru’s hand reaches out, curling his fingers around your wrist before you can turn (or run) away, tugging you down until you’re hovering over him.

you gasp in surprise before you release a breathless laugh. somehow, easily — miraculously — just like that, you forget about any of your worries because of him.

but you don’t forget his cock and the way it pokes at your stomach — a little too excited now that you’re on top of him. it is quite hard to miss.

and with that, satoru’s lips brush yours teasingly — a deep grunt escaping from his throat.

“so… which are you gonna let me wear tonight?”

[nanamisweetgirl]

🜼 ⋆ first time fratbf!choso learns you can squirt, he can’t seem to stop abusıng your cunt.

he doesn’t find out because of porn or bragging—he finds out by accident. you’d been grinding on him during some dumb afterparty in his room, shirts sticky with cheap beer, your laughter muffled in his throat when his thumb brushed over you too roughly through your shorts. you’d been teasing him, calling him “baby frat” under your breath because he never actually partied like the rest, and he’d retaliated with this clumsy, desperate pressure between your thighs. the sound you made—it wasn’t your usual.

sharper, shocked, cut off halfway like you didn’t even know it was coming. then suddenly you were wet, soaked beyond reason, dripping down his forearm before you shoved him back and gasped, wide-eyed, face burning.

he stared at you like he’d unlocked a secret level. and that was it. from then on, choso couldn’t stop.

in the days that followed, he cornered you in ways that weren’t even normal boyfriend things anymore. in his car parked behind the frat house, hood pulled low so no one would glance in, fingers pumping you open until your thighs trembled against the dash, until you slapped at his wrist and begged for him to slow down. he’d grunt, “just one more—just once more,” even though it was never once. the seatbelt strap was damp by the time he was done, your voice breaking as liquid gushed against the leather.

he’d lick his knuckles after, shaking, pupils blown, muttering how fucking crazy it was that you could do that for him, only for him.

then in his room, on a wednesday when nobody was supposed to be around, he’d drag you onto his mattress, sheets already stained from the night before, and refuse to let you up. it wasn’t mean exactly, but it was relentless. his hands shaking while he spread you wide and made you watch the mess splatter across his comforter, moaning through his teeth every time your stomach jumped under his palm.

he’d push your hand down, press it against the swell just above your pelvis while he shoved his cock deeper, whispering in that gravelly, half-ashamed voice, “feel that? that’s me—fuck, that’s all me—” until you were sobbing and shaking your head. the headboard banged so loud the guys in the hall teased him for days, but he didn’t care. didn’t even answer back.

by the weekend, it turned into something darker—an addiction that made him clumsy in public. his arm slung over you at a mixer, his lips against your ear: can we leave? just for a second? promise it won’t take long. dragging you into the bathroom, locking the door with fumbling hands, and pushing your panties aside just to chase it again.

his face between your thighs this time, nose pressed hard into you, drinking down everything while you gripped the sink for balance. he’d hum against your cunt when you sprayed over his tongue, messy and shaking, the sound so deep and satisfied that it made your stomach clench all over again.

he wasn’t fratboy-smooth—he was needy. pathetic. every time he made you squirt, it rewired him. his shy loser pride burned hotter. he’d whisper about it later, in your ear when you were falling asleep, about how no one else could ever have this from you. how you were made for him. his knuckles were bruised from jerking himself off when you weren’t around, frustrated because it wasn’t the same unless he could see it, feel it.

and maybe the most shameful part? he started keeping count. muttering numbers under his breath, holding up his fingers to mark every gush he forced out of you until you smacked his chest, whimpering that you couldn’t do it anymore.

he’d smile, crooked and exhausted, but still keep pushing, still rut into you with that low groan of your name, until his sheets, his hoodie, his skin—everything smelled like you. until your body felt wrung out and trembling, his loser pride swelled huge in his chest: my girlfriend. mine. mine.

[sugurusbeloved]

you’ve got toji leaning back against the couch, legs spread wide, and at first he’s smug about it — big hand tangled in your hair while you work his cock, his voice nothing but grunts and low curses.

“yeah… just like that, fuck—good girl.” his abs tense when you swallow him deeper, spit glistening down his shaft. his head tips back, eyes half-lidded, completely in control.

but then your mouth leaves his cock, lips sliding down past his balls, and his muscles twitch like he’s been shocked.

“the hell are you doin’?” his voice is sharp, but there’s a hitch to it when your tongue drags lower. “oi, quit fuckin’ around, get back on my cock.”

you glance up at him, smirking, before pressing your tongue right against his rim.

he jerks, one hand gripping the couch so hard it creaks. “what the—shit—hey, cut it out,” he growls, but his thighs are already trembling, betraying him.

you lick again, slow and deliberate, and his head tips back against the cushions. a broken groan escapes him before he can swallow it down.

“fuck… you—fuck, don’t—” his words crumble into ragged breaths, hips shifting like he can’t decide whether to pull away or grind against your mouth.

you spread him wider and spit, the slick sound obscene before your tongue slides over him again, firmer this time, teasing circles that make his cock kick against his stomach.

“jesus fuck—this is—nghh, this is wrong,” he mutters, but he doesn’t move, thighs locked open, voice cracking when you push your tongue in deeper.

his hand comes down to cover his face, but you can see the flush creeping down his throat, the way his chest heaves. “n-no—mnghfm—don’t—don’t do that, not there—i can’t take that—”

you push deeper and he gasps, the sound embarrassingly high, his cock slapping against his stomach as it leaks.

“hahhh—fuck, i’m serious—don’t make me—” he breaks off with a whine when your tongue drags circles around his rim, body jolting. “oh god, i’m—fuck, i’m gonna—fuck, no—”

and despite his muttered curses and the way he tries to cover his face with his arm, his cock twitches hard against his stomach, leaking steady, every muscle in his body betraying just how much he can’t get enough of it.