I Feel Like Kirishima Has A Big Tongue. Like, He Kisses You And Just Fills Your Entire Mouth With It.

i feel like kirishima has a big tongue. like, he kisses you and just fills your entire mouth with it. it’s kind of hot.

Talk You Through It - NSFW (Fem!Reader x Hajime Umemiya)

Author’s Note: The number of attractive characters from Wind Breaker is a problem.

Content Warnings: Fem!Reader x Hajime Umemiya. A thirst. Sex is implied through quotes but not specifically described in the manner that I usually do. But, still, sex. Minors Do Not Interact.

Word Count: 470 (so short!)

Dividers by Saradika. Requests are as open as my legs are for Haruka Sakura's dick.

Thinking about Hajime Umemiya, who likes to talk you through anything and everything. He has such a penchant for teaching, breaking down complex topics to the point that they seem so simple. As a leader and mentor, he likes to help people connect the dots. He loved it when Sakura’s eyes got wide, and he finally understood why fighting could be a conversation—an opportunity—to understand someone. He loves speaking to Hiragi about the impact fostering children can have when they’re brought up in environments filled with unconditional love and care. 

Most of all, he loves it when you join him in the garden, and he can sit behind you, his large hands nestled over yours, as he physically shows you how to replant a tomato plant so it has the best chance of thriving. Are you taking his words to heart right now? Maybe not. 

You’re a little too distracted by the way his chest, only covered by the thin fabric of his white tee, feels against your back. 

You’re a little too distracted by the way his breath tickles the nape of your neck and how much deeper his voice sounds in your ear. 

You’re a little too distracted by the overwhelming sound of blood rushing in your ears at being so close to one another. You can smell his body, the smell of the earth mixing with his sweat, and it gives you those old-fashioned schoolgirl crush butterflies. 

It’s flustering because Umemiya knows precisely what to say and how to say it, so you feel a slight burning sensation in your core over the most mundane topics. Who knew succulents could be so sexy?

And he’s no different in the most intimate moments you share. When you’re straddling his lap, leaning over his frame, with shakey arms barely keeping you up, he’s also taking the opportunity to talk you through your pleasure.

“You like that, don’t you? I can tell by the way she's squeezing me.” 

“Mm, baby girl, ride me just like that. Nice and slow, yeah, roll your hips.” 

“You feel that baby? That’s your special spot. See what happens when I keep hitting it…just…like…this.”

 “Please don’t look embarrassed; yeah, look at me with those pretty eyes.”

“I need you to look at me, babe.”

“You’re stunning, pretty girl.”

“Here, let me take over, baby. You’ve done such a good job riding my dick.”

“You gonna cum for me? You gonna cum on this dick, baby girl?”

“Nnngh, lose yourself on me. I don’t care. Make a mess. I want messy. I need messy, baby.”

As you reach your climaxes together, gripping one another with the tenderness of familiar lovers, foreheads pressed against one another, your fingers tangled in his sweat-drenched hair and dissolving into one another, you’ll look into Umemiya’s storm-blue eyes and see the look of someone with resounding pride—and it’s all for you.

“You did so good, my girl.” 

this chewed

𝐌 𝐈 𝐍 𝐄 — 𝐊.𝐊𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐢

↠ 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: kyoutani kentarou x female reader

↠ 𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞: smut, fluff, angst if you quint; biker!kyou, badboy!kyou, good girl!reader, college!AU

↠ 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 4.8k

↠ 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: swearing, heavy dirty talk & degradation, praising, semi-public sex, dom!kyoutani, sub!reader, DD/LG (daddy dom/little girl) dynamics, daddy kink, spitting, choking, possessiveness, unprotected, creampie

↠ 𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬: after keeping quiet for months, you finally lose the last bit of patience you had left after having to watch your boyfriend‘s ex-fwb flirt with him right in front of your eyes…

There were quite a few emotions you could name, which you happen to dislike for different reasons.

Most of the time, you managed to skillfully ignore and suppress them. Not the best coping mechanism, but after years of being neglected by your parents, it was the only way you knew how to even handle your own emotions.

However, there was nothing you despised as much as the feeling of jealousy.

The disgusting taste coating the muscle of your tongue in a way which leaves your whole mouth numb before it slowly starts spreading through your whole system. It feels like a literal disease; clouding your head and your rational thinking with its poison in the span of a solid second.

You absolutely hate the heaviness on your chest and shoulders it came with because no matter how hard you try to calm yourself, the feeling of being suffocated becomes nothing but worse.

Most of the time, you don't have to deal with jealousy of any kind; mostly because Kyoutani Kentarou, your boyfriend of three years, has never once done anything to make you doubt his loyalty. Which is probably why the bitterness of it hits you so hard when you stumble across a scene which seems a tad bit too familiar for your personal liking.

One of those scenes happens to be the one in which Kyoutani‘s ex-fuckbuddy throws herself at him without a hint of hesitation.

You simply can't help it.

The way she looks at him — with so much admiration and fascination gleaming in her disgustingly pretty eyes — basically leaves you no choice but to grow incredibly insecure about every bit of your existence as the urge to claim what‘s yours takes over in an almost animalistic way.

If the intense fire of jealousy wasn‘t burning so deep within your chest, the feeling of pure hatred towards the brunette would have been the main focus of your attention. But unfortunately, you have to deal with this weird inferiority complex before you can even think of anything or anyone else.

With a deep inhale and a quick sip from your beer, you continue to observe the conversation between your boyfriend and his ex-bootycall.

You can feel yourself growing more and more uncomfortable, nervousness and anxiety crippling up your spine as you watch the pretty girl place her hand on Kyoutani‘s tattooed arms before she lets out a loud chuckle at something he says.

It takes you a lot of self control and willpower to not just walk up to her and push her away from your boyfriend, who obviously doesn't seem to mind the constant skinship with the girl in front of him.

After what feels like an eternity of not being able to shift your gaze from her, you finally get yourself to look at your boyfriend and just as usual a loud sigh falls past your lips at the sight of him.

Black leather adorning almost every part of his body, starting from the heavy boots on his feet to the fitting pair of pants and the jacket. The fabric hugs his muscular thighs in just the right places and you absolutely love the contrast between his dark clothes and his beautifully sun kissed skin. Dozens of chains are dangling from his earlobes, adorning his pretty neck as well as his hips and you sigh at the way a jolt of arousal rushes through your body.

You’re very well aware of how obvious you are being but at this point you can't get yourself to care about it anymore.

Kyoutani is your boyfriend and although most of his fellow biker friends are incredibly sweet and welcoming towards you, there are still a few who just can't believe the so-called “Mad Dog” has settled for someone so different from him.

But again, you don't really care.

Kyoutani has proven to you that nobody‘s opinion matters to him; emphasizing his lack of interest by provocatively going against every single thing your father says about him in order to break you guys apart.

And you try to focus on his words; you really do. Yet – it’s so hard with some of those other big, mean looking bikers staring at you with nothing but disgust and hatred in their eyes every time you step into their local bar.

However, usually Kyoutani also doesn't leave your side for most of the time; he absolutely hates his people‘s attitude towards you. He has made that mistake once, and he’s determined to never do it again.

But, for the first time in quite a while, Kyoutani has decided to leave you to yourself at their regular table, only wanting to get another round of drinks before he runs into the sweet-faced girl and gets caught up in a rather heated conversation.

And as you watch the scene in front of you unfold, the urge to get up and just punch her right in her pretty face absolutely overwhelms you, but for now she hasn’t crossed any lines besides some unnecessary touches so for your own sake you try to keep it down.

Mostly for your boyfriend's sake because you don’t want Kyoutani to think that you don’t trust him.

Of course your desperate attempts of staying calm haven’t gone unnoticed by your attentive boyfriend. You know he has seen through you as easily as he always does but you refuse to acknowledge it — or him in general. Because as soon as you meet his gaze, he is going to give you this one specific look; the one where his pretty eyes are narrowed and one slit eyebrow arched up to make sure you get the hint. And of course it doesn't take long until he finally gets you to look into his burning eyes; the pretty brown surrounding his iris filled with nothing but this certain kind of tenderness and affection.

You scoff at his reaction, absolutely despising the effect your boyfriend’s gaze has on you despite usually enjoying the way he was literally devouring you alive. Now it just makes you feel weak and helpless; as if he was taking away the last bit of your barely existent willpower to fight the jealousy.

“Kyou!”, the girl in front of him suddenly screams, more than just loud enough for you to hear and at the sound of his nickname leaving her lips, you can’t help but ball your hands into tight fists in hopes of not letting the anger get to your head.

“I’ll let you go back to your little pussy cat, don’t worry. Just give me another minute to finish my story. It’s not like she isn't clinging to your ass all day anyway, so she’ll be fine with being away from you for a few minutes”, she says and runs a hand through her short, black hair; her words sending another burning jolt of jealousy and annoyance through your body.

“Yui”, Kyoutani says and rolls his eyes, running his palm over his freshly dyed, silver buzz cut before his fingers come to play with the cigarette behind his ear, “stop talking about my girl like that, you know I hate it when you guys act like this.”

“Oh, come on, Kyou”, Yui scoffs in response, “this goody-two-shoes is seriously not worth your energy. You‘ve been fucking her for years now, aren‘t you tired yet? Knowing you the way I do, she probably can‘t even take your cock, let alone your cute little habits and all that, so why are you even wasting your time on her?”, she casually continues, her tone oozing with derogatory and the harshness of her accusing words irritate you in a way you‘ve never experienced it before.

And when your head starts spinning, you skillfully pushed your anxiety all the way back in your head and focus everything on the boiling anger clouding your mind as you stand up and finally walk up to her.

“And there she is, daddy‘s little girl! Hi, Y/N!”, Yui chuckled, mockery evident in every single one of her words. But all you do is smile back at her and try to stay calm but as soon as Kyoutani places his ring clad hand on your lower back, you feel a rush of confidence hit you.

“Hi, Yui”, you reply and take a step closer to your boyfriend, kind of to show her who the fuck he belongs to but also because his presence never fails to make you feel safe and secure.

“You know, I find it really funny how you‘ve been telling my boyfriend that I‘m a waste of time ever since we’ve started dating but you‘re the one who hasn’t gotten over your little friends-with-benefits bullshit in three ears and are still dying to jump his bones”, you push your lips into a fake pout and tilt your head to the side as you watch her expressions change the moment she processes your words.

“Yeah, he might be wasting his time with me but at least he gets to fuck me in the meantime, whereas you…”, you smile, wrath and every bit of hatred you feel for her gleaming in your gaze, while you successfully force her to maintain the eye contact. “Whereas you...you haven‘t gotten laid in three fucking years because you‘ve been hoping for him to come back to you”, you sigh and take a deep breath before you reach into Kyoutani‘s pocket to pull out your panties and hold them up for her and the whole bar to see.

Light shame has shivers running down your spine but you know you can’t back off anymore; you have gotten a little too brave so now you have to pull through with it – no matter how much you want to hide your face in your boyfriend‘s chest.

“And as you can see, I‘m always ready to give him just what he needs”, you add with a proud, shiteating grin, Kyoutani‘s strong gaze burning into your side and despite dying to know what he was thinking you don’t have the chance to even shift your gaze away from Yui‘s flushed face for a a moment.

“Oh, by the way, I can take his cock and of course this also includes his – how did you call them – cute little habits? So, as you can see, you really don‘t have to worry about my boyfriend”, you continue and hate just how much you enjoy seeing the black haired girl in front of you get more and more uncomfortable.

“Right, daddy?”, you say and finally shift your gaze to the tall male on your side.

And it‘s then that you realize his hand has wandered to your waist; his grip rather tight as he obviously tries to maintain his composure.

“Right, baby”, Kyoutani‘s voice is even deeper and raspier than usual, his tone a mere whisper to avoid giving away just how much your little scene has gotten to him.

“You let her call you that?“, Yui suddenly hisses, her eyes moving to roam Kyoutani‘s face as you push your panties back into the pocket of his heavy leather jacket, “you hated it when I did.”

“I also never once kissed or fucked you without a condom but I let her spit in my mouth and fuck her raw”, Kyoutani replies casually, his lewd words sending jolts of arousal right between your legs, “I think this says a lot about how different the two of you are, doesn‘t it?”

“Oh, fuck you”, Yui finally spits at you, shaking her head in pure disbelief before she turns to your boyfriend again, “and fuck you, too. I hope you‘ll be happy with your little toy and don‘t even think of crawling back to me when she leaves you for some kind of rich business guy who can actually offer her something”, is the last thing she says before she brutally grabs her bag and storms out of the rather crowded bar.

And as you watch her stomp away, the heavy, almost unbearable weight on your shoulders as well as your chest vanishes just like that; the feeling of being suffocated following right after.

However, you can't help but let her words echo inside of your head; the thought of Kyoutani actually thinking you‘d leave him for someone like your father has thousands of thoughts running through your mind.

With a soft pout on your lips, you go back to look at your boyfriend only to be met with a gaze so strong you feel yourself growing tiny underneath it‘s strength.

“Don‘t”, Kyoutani is quick to stop you as soon as he watches the way you open your mouth, making you gasp softly before you slowly press your lips into a thin line, “I don‘t care about anything that bitch said because just like everyone else – she‘s irrelevant”, he adds and pulls you flush against his chest with a low grunt.

You nod, appreciating his attitude now more than ever because you genuinely dont want him to let her stupid words get to him. So, with a soft smile on your lips and a relieved sigh, you take his handsome face into your palms and enjoy the feeling of being so close to him.

However, just as you try to go in for a kiss, Kyoutani pushes his thigh in between your legs, casually pressing his throbbing cock against your thigh as he tightens the grip on your waist.

You let out a shaky breath, the leather of his pants so close to your uncovered and incredibly wet cunt and for a good second you forget about your surroundings.

“Kenta-”, you whisper against his lips and try so hard to not just grind down on his strong thigh.

“Just — follow me to the fucking toilet, princess”, Kyoutani groans against your mouth before he inhales your scent and then suddenly pulls away, making you tumble against his chest.

With every step, another jolt of arousal and excitement shoots through your body, gushing out of your sensitive hole and wetting your panties to the point of discomfort.

As soon as Kyoutani opens the door to the washroom, he makes sure it’s empty before pushing you in with a deep sigh.

A shiver runs down your spine and a tiny smile forms on your lips as your boyfriend locks the door behind him and doesn’t even hesitate to turn you around and push you up against the wall. His pretty, tattoo clsd fingers find their way around your throat almost automatically and the contrast of his cold rings against your burning skin has you whining softly.

"Oh, baby", he grunts, "my pretty, littleangel girl", Kentarou presses his strong body harder against yours, his hips firmly grinding his hard cock against your ass, "you just made your Daddy really proud, do you know that?"

His voice is a mere whisper, his free hand finds its way underneath your short skirt and you shiver at the feeling of his strong fingers digging into the soft flesh of your thigh.

It takes you a hot minute to collect yourself and process his words because of all the arousal running through your blood and clouding your mind. You’re already so deep in the haze of your lust that even thinking about the possible consequences seems impossible.

Kyoutani slightly tightens his grip around your throat and easily elicits the sweetest moan from you; at this point you’re literally dripping down your inner thighs.

“I shouldn‘t be surprised because after all you are my good girl, right?", he growls and pushes his free hand in between your legs, cupping your drenched cunt and lazily sliding two of his fingers over your wet slit.

“Do you want me to tell you a secret, baby?", your boyfriend whispers into your ear, his hot breath fanning the skin of your cheek and sending shivers down your whole body.

“Y-Yes, please, Daddy”, you reply with the back of your head pressed against his collarbone and your lids fluttering close as Kyoutani applies just the perfect amount of pressure on your sensitive clit.

“Look at my good girl using her manners for me, so polite, so sweet”, he chuckles, “yet nothing but a fucking whore”, before he starts rubbing hard circles into your swollenbunde of nerves..

You start squirming underneath his strong grip with his fingers firmly wrapped around your throat and one of his digits teasing your clenching cunt in an almost mocking manner.

"Daddy”, you whimper softly, “I wanna know the secret, please”, you push your forehead against the cold wall and let the contrast of its temperature to your heated skin slowly cool you down in.

“I fucking love it when you get all possessive of me, angel baby”, Kyoutani grunts into your ear and plunges two of his thick fingers into your tight pussy.

Both digits slide right in without any problems because of how wet you’ve gotten from just his few words and the little bit of teasing.

And just as usual, your lovely boyfriend doesn’t even give you any time to feel ashamed of just how worked up he’s gotten you as he starts finger-fucking your hot cunt with practiced flicks of his wrist.

A row of loud moans falls past your lips, followed by quite a few whines and barely audible sobs.

“I just wanted to bend you over the counter and fuck you right in front of everyone, that’s how much your little scene turned me on, princess”, Kentarou moans and almost desperately rubs his clothed erection against your ass.

You feel yourself clenching harder and harder around his fingers at the sound of his words, his raspy voice never failing to make you lose your mind.

Kyoutani keeps up his rhythm as he shoves his fingers inside of you, curles them up in just the right way to make sure he hits your sweet spot with every single one of his harsh thrusts.

And in combination with the squelching sound of your juices, you find yourself approaching your high a lot faster than usual.

Of course your boyfriend absolutely loves the way your eyes keep rolling into the back of your head and how you can’t even form a proper sentence because of how good he’s making you feel with just his fingers.

After watching you claim him in such a lewd yet possessive way, he hasn’t stopped thinking about just how badly he wants to sink his cock into your tight cunt and fuck you absolutely senseless.

It took him a few minutes to decide whether or not he wanted to fuck you on his bike in the back of the bar before he came to the conclusion that the toilet would be the best place for the first round of many.

Kyoutani would never openly admit it, but the thought of you loving him so much that you’ve felt the need to mark your territory — as wrong and objectifying as this may sound — makes him incredibly happy.

He knows that you love him; you’ve never once done anything to make him doubt your feelings ever since you’ve started dating, yet to see you get so possessive over him reminded him of just how wanted he is.

And as he watched you go off on the girl he has never cared about at all, Kyoutani wanted to give you the world. As much as he loves degrading you, tonight he wants to reward you for being so, so good to him.

So, different from what you are used to, your boyfriend doesn’t stop thrusting his long fingers into your throbbing pussy as he feels your orgasm approaching; the spasming of your sensitive walls and your shaking thighs giving away just how close you are.

“F-Fuck, Daddy”, you breathe and wrapped your hand around the one he has firmly wrapped around throat, “I‘m going to cum.”

“Yeah? Pretty angel’s gonna cum for me, hm?”, Kyoutani sighs and picks up the pace of his movements, a deep grunt falling past his bit swollen lips at the sound of your sweet little sounds, “and I‘m not going to stop you, baby. Because you deserve it, pretty girl. Nowbe good for me and cum all over my hand.”

However, as you move your hips to meet his fingers, you find yourself craving more and although you know you could easily just cum from his fingers, you wanted to take what you could get now that Kyoutani was so willing to give you just what you want.

“Daddy, may I ask for something, please”, you whine, tears pricking at the corners of your eyes as Kyoutani contiues to fuck you, his thumb grazing your clit every now and then to prolong the approach of your orgasm just a little bit more.

Your boyfriend smiles into the back of your neck, his rapid breaths hit your skin and easily show you how much he was enjoying this, too.

“Go ahead, angel”, he says softly, “you‘re being so good for me today, I have no choice but to make tonight all about you”, his words confirm your thoughts and you quickly wrap your fingers around the wrist of his hand which is nicely nudged in between your legs.

“I want to cum on your cock”, you whisper and try to face him, “a-and I want to look at you”, not really daring to pull his fingers out of your clenching hole as you wait for his response.

Kenta gulps harshly, his adam‘s apple jumping and his eyes slowly fluttering close as your words reach him.

“Everything for my good girl”, Kyoutani gulps harshly before he finally pulls his hand away from your cunt and your throat and then takes a step back to give you enough room to turn around.

His eyes never once leave yours, his gaze so strong you don’t even dare to breathe as he looks at you even when all you want to do is to look down and watch the way he finally pulls out his precum dripping, rock hard cock.

There is no exchange of words, only one of soft gazes when your boyfriend lifts you onto the sink, pushes your skirt up, and makes you spread your legs with a soft slap to your inner thigh.

You feel your pussy clenching around nothing in such despair, you would have felt embarrassed if it wasn't for all the excitement rushing through your body.

Kyoutani tilts his head to the side, taking in the sight of eagerness gleaming in the pretty color of your eyes but also the soft tenderness of your love lingering in your expressions.

You’re very well aware of his leaking tip smearing his precum all over your inner thigh; so close to where you need him the most, but all you can focus on is just how close he is to you.

You love the way his scent is surrounding you, easily pulling you behind walls of comfort and happiness. And when he wraps his arms around your waist, you feel at ease, as if you had just entered the familiar walls of your home.

Kyou lines his cock up with your entrance before he slowly pushes his tip in with a deep grunt leaving his throat his lips as close to yours as possible; you can literally taste him on the tip of your tongue as he shamelessly moans your name.

It takes him a couple of minutes to bottom out because no matter how many times he has fucked you already, it would always remain a tight fit.

You gasp at the stretch, yet the painful sting quickly turns into waves of pleasure as you both try not to move before you’ve completely adjusted to his size.

The feeling of finally being filled to the brim again after craving him like a starved woman, you can’t help the sounds leaving your lips.

"Fuck, that‘s my good girl", he grunts into your mouth, pulling himself out of you before his hips snap back, thrusting his whole length into your sensitive cunt with such force, you feel yourself slowly drowning in the waves of your pleasure.

"There’s no pussy I'd choose over this sweet cunt, baby. You're always so, so tight and warm for me, taking me like you were made for my cock", Kenta keeps the praises coming as his thrusts pick up their pace and his deep grunts and groans fill your ears, you can’t help but clench around his length.

"Look, you're so close already and it's not even been a minute", he whispered, "what a dirty little whore you are, huh?", Kyoutani groans and drives his cock into you a lot faster, a little less controlled yet still so, so deep you can literally feel the tip of his huge cock nudge the entrance to your womb with every single one of his thrusts.

Tears start streaming down your cheeks as the pleasure overwhelms you in the most beautiful way possible and with a soft sob of his name, Kenta looks at you again.

Your hazy mind is too slow to process everything fast enough when Kyoutani pulls you into a passionate kiss which ends up in a clash of teeth and tongue and spit dripping down both of your chins.

And as if he could sense it, Kyoutani pushes his hand from your waist in between your legs. He pulls away and gathers the saliva in his mouth before he lets a thick drop of his spit fall onto your already drenched folds. He starts rubbing it into your clit with firm circle motions of his fingers, his eyes never once leaving your face as he watches you basically run towards your high.

“Cum for me, pretty girl”, Kyoutani whispers against your lips, his thrusts now deeper and harder rather than fast, making sure to hit every single one of your spots with the tip of his huge cock, “make me yours, baby. Cream all over my me and show me that my cock was made to fuck your pretty pussy only.”

And with those words the first wave of your orgasm crushes down on you.

You tumble over the edge so abruptly, you stop breathing for a whole second, your sight starts blurring out and turning white, then pitch black as a bunch of jolts from the aftermath of your orgasm break down onto you.

And it doesn’t take long for Kentarou to follow you; the tight walls of your cunt spasm around his throbbing cock so tightly, he feels himself growing dizzy from the lack of oxygen.

Just as usual, despite your post-orgasmic state, he makes you tilt your head back before he spits into your mouth and has you look into his eyes as you swallow every single bit of it without even batting an eyelash.

Kyoutani cums with a row of deep, choked out moans as he paints your cunt in the different shades of creamy white with his thick cum.

With your arms tightly wrapped around his broad shoulders and your forehead pressed against his chest, you watch your boyfriend pull his cock out of your still lightly spasming hole before he collects the mix of your releases on the tip of his fingers and starts smearing it over your lips before going in for another hot kiss.

You whine and whimper into his mouth at the taste of your own and his cum start coating your tongue and despite how lewd the whole act is, you found yourself craving for more.

“Fuck”, Kyoutani suddenly chuckle, his whole body vibrating at the sound as you lazily look up at him, “I love you so fucking much, princess”, he whisper and pressed a soft kiss to your forehead. You tried your best to smile at him, your brain slowly taking in the sight of his flushed cheeks and blown out pupils.

“You‘re mine, Kyoutani Kentarou”, you mumble and pull him into another hug, the urge to cuddle after such an intense high overwhelming right then and there, “and sharing is not even an option. Just for your information.”

“All yours”, Kyou whispers and interlaces your fingers with his before he pulls your hand to his lips and presses a firm peck to the promise ring (his initials engraved to the front of it) on your middle finger, “always and for as long as you want me to be, my love.”

「𝐀/𝐍: This is a little sequel to "of cigarettes & love confessions" but can be read separately. Of course this is also a reuplod from my old blog (@/starboybokuto) I hope you guys like it and pls feel free to leave feedback if you did xx zade」

the only bkg i’ll tolerate

katsuki being a pleasure dom is a death wish, because he will primarily eat your pussy or use any toys on you.

if hes eating you out, hes looking up at you while you scream and cry about how youve came four times already, knowing you cant give anymore to him. “yes you can, mama.”

or if you push him away, you will get a slap to the clit. words of “im tryna eat, stop fuckin’ with me.” and venom slips into his words, suddenly grow so obsessed with your swollen clit.

and dare him grow out his beard, he will eat you out more so it can get bleached.

toys will drive him mad, hot even.

have a rose toy? he will use that on you for a good thirty minutes to an hour. dildos? hes double stuffing you just to see how much you could possibly take. he prefers it over his fingers, yet he will finger you in public.

vibrators? kiss your clit goodbye, because he will have it on the highest setting and will overstimulate you until your crying and begging.

“stop runnin’ baby. let papa make you feel good.”

“thats my girl, take this shit.”

“makin’ me proud, fuck.”

“like it when i make you feel good? yeah? mm, want me to keep going?”

the way i was vibrating for 45 minutes straight

❝ HELL ON HEELS . . ! ❞

ᡴꪫ sum. it's your third day on the job as a flight attendant. you work around a lot of snobby rich elites, but a particular one catches your eye. a particular one who tips you $300 dollars in cash and wants way more than just your uninvited attention.

wc. 6.5k

warnings. fem! reader, sugar daddy!gojo au, this is how gojo and reader meet, mile high club trope, flight attendant reader, age gap (early twenties/early thirties), semi public sēx, praise kink, degradation, dry humping, squırting, spanking, edging.

an. thank u to everyone who voted for this on the poll <3

the low-pitched whirring of the plane’s engine was quite loud. white noise could be heard through first class as you walked alongside the aisle. with a heavy sigh, you’d just wish the day would be over. the overall duration of the flight was about a good two hours, not too bad but you were already over it. dealing with haughty a-list celebrities or elites as a whole wasn’t for the weak. a majority of them were rude, snobby, and just stuck up individuals. except for one . .

as thick pieces of rubber stick against your heels and clank against the carbon fibre floor, you sashay through and from the rows before a cheeky voice calls over to you. “excuseee me, miss ‘ttendant,” and you crane your neck to where it was coming from. sat right by the window near the left— draped in nothing but a sable-black tuxedo with a pricey g-shock wrapping around his wrist, he simpers. “do you ahh, mind if you . . ?”

“huh,” you quirk your eyebrows into a brow before he nods his head up toward the cabin compartment above all of the seats. “oh,” you give him a soft smile. he takes a quick glance at your name tag that’s glued on the left side of your blazer. you lean over against him, reaching towards the latch to pull it down. the more you get close to him, the more you smell his cologne. it’s so strong, you were sure it was some kind of expensive designer brand. a small grunt leaves your lips as you stretch before just when you’re about to pry open the cabinet, the plane grumbles with a rude shake. a rude shake in which you fall—right onto the older man’s lap who’s got the smuggest grin.

“we’re experiencing a bit of turbulence up here, sincerest apologizes passengers..”

the pilot mutters through the intercom— it’s blaring through the speakers. he talks for about seven seconds, as well as reminding for everyone to have their seatbelts on at all times before he stops.

as if things couldn’t have been anymore embarrassing, your face lands right into his crotch. “oh my god—i’m so sorry sir,” you try to atone, sitting up and as you’re up so close to him, you take a moment to actually get a good glimpse at the man.

he was pretty, simply no denying it. you knew him from anywhere. gojo satoru, the gojo satoru. the snowy white hair was a dead giveaway.

he was more of a well known business man—a ceo of some hot shot company. he had his own clothing brand, does lots of men photoshoots, and even modeled a bit in his early twenties. although, the more you gawk at him, the more it seems like he barely even aged. gojo looks like he was still in his twenties, he had a bit of a stubble but was quite really well shaved. azul-blue eyes return the stare right back at you as you take in his prepossessing features for just a bit longer.

god, he was handsome.

gojo’s hair was neatly neat, a simple slick back of a sort with a few strands of white hair running down his face. he brings a wrist up to his face to rub his mouth before covertly humming. “. . oh, am i that good lookin’, princess?”

you gulp once he catches you staring, and then it hits you again,

you were still dumbly laid on his lap as he’s gazing into your eyes with the most complacent grin. “i-i’m sorry,” you mumble, cringing at your own stutter. thankfully, it was probably about four am, it was a private jet and only a few other passengers scattered around the sectioned row. sitting up, you rub your neck sheepishly before sighing. “i . . don’t usually fall on passengers during on my shifts.”

“heh well i’d hope not,” he teases. “oh, and don’t worry about getting my luggage by the way,” and his eyes trail you down before he glances at your name tag again. “hm, i think i’d like to request something else though,” and the more you stare into his pretty cerulean eyes, the more you get lost in them.

his eyes were equivalent to a maze, you’re always getting lost in his pretty irises—never finding your way out. “you’re probably all sore from walkin’ around in those heels, how ‘bout you take a little break?”

and he was right. the entire lower parts of your calves were a bit sore, so you do. you take a break . . although,

your 'break' mainly consists of you being hunched over, propped up in front of gojo’s seat with him eating you out from behind like a starved man. your bottom lip feels all numb and puffed from chewing on it for so long. your lips part into an exaggerated ‘o’ as your head’s repeatedly being pressed against the back of the airplane seat in front of you. the softly made material rubs against your face and you moan. some older woman was snoring in the front of it, headphones plugged in both sides of her ears.

thank god, you prayed whatever heavy metal track she was listening to would distract her slumber from hearing your loud, whiny moans.

alas again, by ‘break’, you didn’t expect this but you weren’t exactly complaining either. with gojo’s tongue rummaging against your clit, it had you gasping for desperate various breaths. “s-sirrrr,” you whimper, a lewd smile pursing against your lips. two broad hands of his had your jade-colored business skirt pulled up all the way to the very hem of your torso— just about reaching near your now wrinkled blazer. as you sling an arm over the seat in front of you, you whine once his nose prods against your soddened entrance. “ngh, ‘m gettin’ close again i think. f-fuck, right there.”

“please, call me satoru, baby,” he whispers against your pussy. you shudder from the coldness of his breath aerating against your bare skin—you whine once his palm swats by your right ass cheek, giving it a mean spank. “ooh,” he coos from the recoil of your rear. so pretty, it was quite funny how things even escalated so quickly.

right before he was buried into the depths of your plush thighs, you were just chatting with him. gojo had a charm to him. he was a lot different from the other stuck up elites you occasionally dealt with. he was quite easy to talk to. you make it a habit to talk to each passenger, despite how snobby they might come across anyway.

with him though, he was a pure smooth talker.

gojo showered you with a plethora of compliments. it came natural, it didn’t seem forced—he’d point out your pretty eye color, your hair, just anything. with your job, you were used to getting a few compliments here and there—but he’d go all out, all out in a way where it makes your heart flutter and fly. you’re rutting your ass against his face, loving the way his wet tongue curls into a few alphabetic letters. he’s just filthy. each breath that escapes from your lips as if it was being held captive felt like it was gonna be its last.

“so . . fuckin’ sweet,” he purrs, dragging a thumb down your slit for a moment. gojo takes a second to admire the way you easily soak in his digit, such a breathtaking sight inside. lewd, but breathtaking. “mhm, look at her givin’ me a little show. move your ass against my face a little more, sweetheart. yeah, fuck.”

your heart does jumping jacks at his dialogue. his voice was deep, rich—and seductive.

the silvery band of his watch continues to skim all across your skin as your hips judder. you shiver, feeling yourself about to reach your inevitable orgasmic peak before you moan out loud. you tried to suppress your noises, you did—but it was no use. you’re already biting at your hardened knuckles but oh, his tongue.

every few seconds, he’d break away to spit and slobber on your pussy. his nose consistently smears all against your folds, getting you ten times more wetter than you already were. he’s nasty, making sure you keep that arch for him. your skirt was pulled up and all wrinkled. the teeth-shattering stimulation makes you feel nerves surge all throughout your body like galvanic electricity.

“s- satoruuu.” you’d huff out in tiny pants, feeling your tummy cave in a few times. your sweet moan, its like a tune—a harmony, hell, it was melodic. he’d listen to you whine his name like that all day if he could. a gentle hand of his runs down your twitching leg, giving every part of your body from behind attention.

he was starting to get addicted, you were too sweet . . candied even, it was dangerous. he’s always had a bit of a sweet tooth anyways and perhaps you were his new favorite treat.

the raving pace of his tongue was simply relentless. you’re gripping onto the back of the seat for dear life, barely able to keep up with him.

ethereal ivory lashes of his open and close every millisecond that passes. it’s as if time was going slow for you— of course it was though, considering how you were thousands of feet in the air. you don’t know why, but the thought of someone just walking by and stumbling upon you all bent over for a passenger,

not just a passenger but the gojo satoru . .

you’d be lying a bit if you said it didn’t turn you on a bit. you knew it was against policy to screw on the job, in the air at that, but it was the middle of the night and partly everyone onboard was asleep anyway. having some affluent attractive guy right between your thighs, you were living the dream. you thought this only happened in the movies.

“aw, don’t give up on me just yet, pretty,” he soothes a tune against your cunt. after a while, gojo’s speedy flicking of his tongue transitioning to pure sucks. you’re shaking within the suction of his mouth. it’s almost too much to bare yet you didn’t want him to stop. he knows just the right tempo to make you roll your eyes back too. with prying hands, gojo’s spreading open your ass a bit more to lick a deeper area with his tongue. you zealously whine once he playfully uses a thumb to poke against your puckering hole. “mhm, yeah. thaaaat’s it, but don’t be so loud though, princess. i know we’re in the back row but still, heh.”

and with that— he gifts your ass another smack. he proudly relishes in your lewd, pornographic reactions. you’re an entire mess and he’s slurping your fervor shamelessly.

“s- satoruuuu, fuck f-fuck,” your breathing starts to significantly pick up. with your chest continuing to sink in and out, he briefly sneaks his dampened lips away from your entrance to bite near your thighs. the way you were shaking to him was just so cute. the white noise that continues to sing and reverb throughout the plane’s structure grew louder. or . . that was just the ringing through your ears—regardless, it was between that noise and the sounds of your own obscene pleasure that had a competition. a competition on who could be the most louder. your name-tag that’s still pressed against your blazer remains to rub off against the fabric of the seat in front of you.

your perked nipples snag in the process as you’re arching a bit more before a wail dies out your throat. “i- i’m gonna cu— oh!”

“another few hits of turbulence, folks. please stay in your seatbelts. time of arrival should be around six thirty am..”

you bring a hand over your mouth in a cute attempt to silence yourself as you’re meeting your high—listening to the pilot, you sob out a squeal from the inside of your palm. gojo’s slurping you up again with his tongue, your grinding against his face makes him chuckle. with his jaw tightening a bit, he doesn’t care—you were so sweet, he could eat you out all day. not to mention, he was quite thirsty. instead of having you retrieve one of his bags, he was gonna originally ask for a glass of water. but this quenched his thirst a lot better in his humblest opinion. his warm breath fans against your cunt all the while you feel his stubble tickle near the undersides of your thighs. “mmph.” you moan, peeking in front of you to still see the old lady knocked out cold. with the way you were rocking into the back of her seat— you were surprised she didn’t wake up. you were glad she didn’t though. otherwise, you’d embarrass yourself yet again.

with your orgasm still having its moment, you start to calm down a bit. he’s still slithering his tongue down your folds, savoring your taste as if it’s the last thing on the planet. his chin was coated with all of your slick, and he snickers before dragging a thumb to get another taste. “good girl. give it to me, ride my—ride my tongue, uh huhhh.”

a swarm of butterflies wanders around inside of your tummy from his words—his tone, it was so soft yet the dialogue that spoke out was just downright dirty. you pulse between your thighs and it only makes you crave him more.

as you’re still arched over in front of him, you take a few hard gulps to swallow as you’re finishing your perfect nirvana state. ecstasy, just ecstasy overtakes your entire body as he gives your pussy it’s final sucks and nibbles. once he finishes, he’s still sat in his chair. spinning you around, he gives you a warm smile.

“c’mere, sweetheart..”

out of breath and pants snatching out of your full lungs with ease—you move into him with your eyes half-lidded. “. . . atta girl, taste how sweet you are. gimme a kiss,” and you get on top of him. sliding off your heels, you get onto gojo’s lap. now straddling him, you lean into a steamy, hot kiss. two hefty built arms of his wrap around your waist, pulling you in close. once your lips meet, it’s just utterly sloppy.

throwing your arms around him and tugging on his tucked out collar, you deepen the kiss. he groans at your enthusiasm, allowing his hands to glide against every inch of your body. gojo’s fingertips dance against the pieces of clothing you wore, despite it being so few. your blazer was still on and yet couldn’t help but rock against his lap as your tongue parts inside of his mouth. gojo’s head leans back as you’re enjoying yourself. but all of a sudden, you moan once you feel it. 

his boner, right in the middle part of his pants. gojo satoru was hard—hard for you.

he grunts lowly, a hand of his snaking up your leg as you taste the sweet remnants of your own flavor on his tongue. the closer you are to him, the closer you get a nice everlasting sniff of his cologne. so manly, it’s a rich scent that you could never get enough of. it was so strong—roaming through the air so much that it almost gave you a headache. 

“fuck,” he sibilates. a single hissing word that comes from his mouth makes you throb oh so easily. you’re swaying your hips against him and his adam’s apple bobs back in rapture. every few seconds, he pulls away to leave a wet slope of kisses down your neck. a hand of yours tugs against his tie that was neatly worn on him. “damn girl you’re kinda kinky,” and he finally pulls away, teasingly biting on your bottom lip before finally departing. “i’m startin’ to like you.”

“more,” you murmur, leaning in to nip a wet kiss of your own near the crooked crevices of his mouth. naturally parted lips of his twitch, causing him to wryly smile back at you. “i need more, sir. we have a few more hours left. please.”

“baby, you can call me satoru. cut the formal shit yeah?” and his voice was a pitchy low, an almost rasp hidden underneath. a hand of his gently grabs your chin and you’re met with the most prettiest eyes. if it wasn’t his long lashes, it was his celestially blue eyes. so blue that it was as if you were star gazing at a summer sky. gojo satoru a pretty man, no doubt. he hums to himself in amusement at your cute doe-eyed expression, hungry for more. sitting on his boner was already torture enough, you just wanted him inside. 

sure, you were technically working but you didn’t care about that. “satoruuuu,” he’s being playful, a thumb still pulling down your bottom lip. as you’re both maintaining such intimate eye contact, his voice softens once more. gojo’s hand slides its way between your thighs before he raises a brow in a taunting manner. “what do you want satoru to do to you? tell me, girl.”

“t- touch me.” you almost whine out, it yanks out from your throat so pathetically. the throbbing you were feeling behind your panties only turned into straight convulses. 

playfully, he tilts his head with a smile. “yeah? touch ya where.”

“i gotta spell it out for you?” you pout, and he chuckles at your frustrated attitude. you start to jerk your hips against his lap and he holds your waist in place to bring those movements to a stop. “f-fuck, ‘s hard.”

stroking a thumb against your quivering lips, his minty breath hits against your nose—you smell it and it’s minty fresh. a scent of what seemed to be some kind of tangy beverage and a gum like substance. with a mocking tone, he presses a kiss against your nose before jibing. “i just wanna know where ‘m gonna put my hands on this pretty body. that’s all,” and his voice was so smooth, an almost purr. with a chortle, he moves a few strands of hair out of your view of sight before continuing his words. “now now, i’ll ask again, pretty. where do ya want me to touch you? let’s be descriptive this time.”

“between my t-thighs,” you confess, already soaked from him devouring your pussy just merely seconds ago. the shocking friction between both bodies had you feral, had you dizzy, had you stupid.

gojo gradually brings a hand down before you press a hand against his chest, pouting again. “actually, i want you to fuck me. please, satoru.”

“there we go, good girl. ‘n heh, aw i figured,” he cheeses, licking a single stripe up your neck. “mhm, you’ll have to ride me though. ‘s only so many positions you can do on a plane, heh.”

you barely let him finish your sentence before you start to unbuckle his pants. you’re so quick with it. gojo stares at the way you’re so desperate, taking it off the tiny hooks before yanking his belt all the way off. seconds later, you’re pulling down his pants toward his ankles. “ooh,” his eyes flicker towards your chest as you start to align yourself against his lap. you take a moment to stare at his now exposed cock and it was so pretty. lengthy if anything, a leaky mushroom like tip that was a bit reddened. he was so hard too, just gawking at his heavyset bulge that had you almost drooling. gojo leans back, rubbing against his thigh before flashing you a cheesy smile. “wellllll,” he sings. “don’t be shy girl. get on up here. ride all that stress away from work, pretty thing.”

he was so cocky, yet you were so needy. 

as you’re still aligning him, your damp entrance rubs off against the head of his tip. it’s peeling open a bit, the skin that attaches to the frenulum was just so mesmerizing to look at. it’s got a pinkish color, almost red. shortly following, a mere tannish color flushes on his cock near the base down. you moan once he grabs ahold of his length, helping you adjust. 

“easy . . easy baby, i gotcha,” he sighs, feeling your warmth slowly swallow him whole. those short seconds you spend taking in gojo’s dick feels like long, consecutive hours.

you’re dripping wet. as you straddle his lap, preparing to ride him, he slouches back in such a sexy way. manspread—gojo grunts out a single breath as his chest deflates. shifting his gaze towards your cunt, he spreads open your folds to get a better view. “ughhh, look at how she opens up for me. ‘s fuckin’ nasty,” he groans, staring dead at your cunt. you were indeed coating him with your slick from the base down. “give it to me, upside daisey, yeah.”

you’re taking his inches as the seconds go by before after a while—you plop down, feeling him bottom out already. gojo moans, gifting your ass with another spank. “f-fuck ‘toru,” you hiss, knowing that was a non-verbal sign for you to start up your hips. a cooling air that passes through the plane sets against your skin as you move. you whine, feeling his hands trickle alongside the secretive edges of your thighs. “touch me more, l- like that.”

“i don’t remember saying you could tell me what to do,” he meets your eyes as you start to thrust forward. he’s got the most impish grin stretching against his lips. gojo grips your chin for what was probably the nth time within this hour before he grins. “nuh uh, don’t look away. i wanna see those gorgeous eyes,” and he sneaks another wet kiss against your mouth. “ride it like you own it baby.”

you start off realllll slow, 

sashaying your hips up and down against his lap in the most alluring way. all six eyes were on you and only you..

your arms still wrap around him and he’s keeping eye contact with you the entire time. with your blazer practically ruffled and wrinkled, you continue to move yourself against him. gojo’s cock stretches you out in such a way you didn’t even know was possible. your walls craved him, you craved him.

as he leans further back, a hand’s still glued to your ass before he smacks it . . again.

he pats it afterwards, watching a cute sour expression slowly marinate against your facial features. 

gojo giggles at your cute noises, it doesn’t take long before you bury your face into the crook of his neck, gnawing your teeth against his collared shirt. “f-fuck, satoru,” you’d whine out, feeling his grip tighten against your ass. his cologne’s got your head spinning like a merri-go-round, giving you whiplash in all the right ways. “s-so big, stretchin’ me.”

“takin’ it so good, baby,” he licks against the lobe of your ear.  his breath against your neck was warm—not so cold anymore. two rough hands grasp onto your active hips, encouraging you to go more forward, more faster. “good girl, mhm, fuck me like that. use those hips for me, yeahh.”

his dick curves through every part of your walls as if it’s exploring. you feel him reach deep within every part and it’s driving you toward the first street of crazy.

breathy pants skate out from your lips as you’re swinging yourself back and forth against him. “s-satoru,” you whimper, feeling his hands continue to feel against the bare bottom parts of your ass. you could feel the bands of rings he wore rub off against your skin also, so fridgly cold. “f-fuck, ‘s good. mhm, fuck.”

“you’re so pretty,” he groans, the brief sounds of skin slapping resounding through your ears. it’s loud, almost sonorous.

his hair was getting a bit ruffled and unkempt, adding to his suave, mature features.

as he looks off into the nearly empty dim lit aisle, a silhouette appears—someone’s coming. it’s a familiar sound of heels hitting against the floor and you were too occupied of being horny to turn your head. at first, you barely even notice as you’re still grinding against his lap. “oh shit,” gojo gasps, grabbing the sides of your hips, suddenly bringing you to a stop. with a sly smile, he hums against your ear. “baby, don’t freak but i think your co-worker’s coming.”

“w- what?” you murmur, and he makes you spin around, still having his heavy cock hidden into the swollen depths of your cunt. glancing up, it was one of your co-workers coming. in a weak attempt to fix your nearly messed up blazer that was about to pop, you lean against his chest. “who— where?”

as he’s pressed right up against you, you’re met with a playful deep voice against your ear. “relax. act like you’re totally not cockwarming me, obviously,” and he runs a few fingers down your uniform, feeling you shift your hips a bit at his touch. gojo tries to make it look like you were just sitting on his lap, moving a cover over you and him from the waist down. you feel so full, you were growing more and more needy, a pout comes onto your lips because you didn’t want to stop so abruptly. you just wanted to keep riding him, but of course—you were working. “play it cool, baby.”

“um, is everything okay?” one of your fellow co-worker flight attendants, serena murmurs.

with a furrowing brow, she takes in the sight in front of her. you, happily straddling a passenger's lap whilst you’re heaving as if you’d just finish a 5k race. “we’ve been some getting complaints about noises. also, you need to restock the snacks near back. we’re runnin’ low on peanuts.”

“y-yeah, ‘m fine,” you sheepishly nod, knowing how fishy this entire scene might have looked. gojo’s dick was just idly enshrouded into your cunt, just one move and you’d be fucked. technically, you already were fucked. he’s tracing a finger against your thighs before you exhale. “but uh— can’t you restock?”

“i would but that’s not my job,” she snaps with an eye roll. gojo chortles at your co-worker’s attitude, he presses a single kiss against your neck and you almost moan. her facial expressions twist in disgust before she backs away. “anyways, just go restock,” and as she twists her heels to walk away, she utters under her breath. “weirdos. i don’t get paid enough for this shit.”

gojo lets out a breathy laugh as you finally moan again—it’s taking everything out of you and you start up the jolting of your hips again. “f-fuck, ‘m close, ‘toru,” you whimper, the friction feeling like hot static dragging against your legs. “mhm, ‘s good.”

“you’re even more dirtier than i thought, princess,” he whispers, a hand playfully wrapping around your throat as you’re moving your hips back. “i bet your co-worker put two ‘n two together. you could have been a little more believable.”

you’re moaning, his touch sending you more deadly shivers before you feel a coil within you squeeze shut tight. the beat of your heat grows rapid and your pupils dilate from pure pleasurable lust. you’re getting close again, it’s coming so quick that you barely have any time to breathe.

his aromatic cologne nearly blinds your sinuses before you feel against his neck with your palm. “i . . i don’t care if she knows,” you mumble with a scowl, feeling his base continuously rub against your entrance. you’re coating him with nothing but a pretty viscous sheet of your slick. “fuck, ‘m gonna cum again.”

“yeah? what if i want you to wait?” he purrs, his sloping trail of kisses turning into sucks. you whine, leaning into his touch as he’s stuffing your insides full of thick cock. jello—your legs felt like jello, barely even able to move. the warmth against him had you hungry for more. it was addictive, you didn’t know what it was. you didn’t get like this for any other passenger, yet here you were. your mouth croons open, whining out a single harmony at his pace. he’s still making you grind back against him, the tempo having your head going for a spin every time. “what if i want you to be a good attendant ‘n wait just a bit longer f’me?”

“but—”

“nuh uh,” he snickers, bringing a smack to your ass. “wait for me, pretty. this pussy’s gonna make a mess when i want her to.”

and he creeps a hand down between your jittery legs, rubbing a few circles against your already sopping wet cunt. a gasp wretches from your throat as you’re laid back against his chest. the rugged fabric of his tuxedo top whisks against your skin and you’re babbling out sweet nothings.

“f-fuck, ‘m not gonna last,” you whine, feeling yourself throb at the way his thumb brushes against your throat. he’s feeling the vibrations of your gruttural moans and it’s so cute. by this point, you’d already forgotten you were thirty thousand feet in the air. thirty thousand feet in the air and you were getting your pussy destroyed by one of your passengers. 

not just any passenger though, 

gojo satoru. 

he’s panting right with you as you’re just bouncing on his lap, two soft padded hands gripping against his thighs. as you bite your lip, your ass thrashes back gainst him and he hisses. “just like that, pretty girl. shiiiiit, ‘m gonna cum too.”

with his deep penetrative thrusts, it’s got you going ditzy. as he starts to spank against your puffy cunt, he nibbles against your collarbone. “you wanna cum with me, yeah? ‘s that why you keep dragging y’r nails into my leg?”

“s—sir,” you desperately spat, but he spanks your cunt again so you could switch your words around. “ngh, i mean satoru. wanna cum with you, pleaseplease. ‘s good, want it, finish in me.”

“my, well when ya ask like that,” he hums, and you feel the sharpness of his hips pivot. gojo groans, standing up before he lies you back against the now reclined seat. “lie back, baby. actually, changed my mind. i wanna push those pretty knees up to your chest.” 

panting, you lie back against the now lounged seat. gojo flashes you that same sly grin before he lifts up your leg—bringing a sweet kiss toward your ankle. “you can lose your license over this, you know? dirty girl, lettin’ your pussy think for ya instead of that brain, huh?”

“don’t care,” you moan, watching him quickly align his cock against your slit. gojo grunts, feeling you easily swallow his tip up again. your cunt was clingy, he was very much addicted to your slippery sloppy core. with his pants halfway on and hanging down to his ankles, he starts up a rapid pace again. “uh, uh,” you whimper again and again, your thighs instinctively wrapping around his waist. you’re keeping him warm from the inside, raw moans pulling out of your esophagus like it was nothing. “right there, ‘m gonna cum, please. s-sir, fuck me.”

“satoru,” he corrects you, a hand gripping your chin. pretty blue eyes leer down at you and he’s so close to you. as he’s jackhammering his cock into your sobbing swollen walls—eyes of your own goggle into gojo’s as he’s fucking you silly. you probably look a mess from this view, the heel of your foot grazing down his strong back muscles. gojo hears the sloshing squelches your own pussy makes and you feel the sudden throb arise from his dick. he twitches inside you and it makes his head throw back. after he gains composure again, he exhales deeply, tapping a thumb against your sealed lips.“you don’t gotta be formal when ‘m inside, princess,” and he squeezes your lips together, licking near the bottom. “open.”

you’re whining, his tempo growing quicker and you’re so close. crimson-carmine lips of his twitch into a feral smile once he sees you being so easy to comply. with your lips parting open, you tilt your head back before he spits into your mouth.

“theeeere’s your tip,” he teases, pursing your lips together with two fingers as you swallow. your cunt still gripping against him as he then pulls you into a deep kiss. with your legs clutching around his waist. “uh, manners baby. where’s my thank you?”

“t- thank you, ‘toru.” you breathe, feeling your cunt throb even quicker.

“oh, you’re welcome,” he smiles and he can’t help but giving you another kiss on the mouth shortly afterwards. the lustful stare he’s giving you could almost be described as lecherous has you more sopping wet by the second. with your legs tightly and securely keeping him from breaking away, he groans. right into your mouth, his tongue collides against yours before he sucks on it. as he brings you into a loving kiss again, gojo’s girth has you feeling a sudden arch in your back arise the moment you sit up. you’re being fucking into the reclined seat, his weight almost crushing against but it feels so good. “mhmmm, ‘m gonna cum. gonna spill so much inside of you, pretty.”

“don’t waste any,” you whimper, wrapping your arms around him. you didn’t even care how unprofessional this was. in the back of your mind, you’re thinking to yourself— if someone walked in again, who cares? not you. “please.”

“well aren’t you a doll,” gojo murmurs in a cooing tone, shoving your knees all the way up near your chest. you’re preparing yourself as you’re about to reach your final pleasurable demise. it feels almost tickling, the fat tip of his cock repeatedly kisses against that same spot within you. you’re whines sound almost melodic, not even caring if your pilot a few seats back heard. “look at me.” he taps your bottom shaking lip, leaning in to plant another kiss on your lips. one turns into two, then three, then four . .

and then— his phone rings.

you’re still a moaning mess, feeling your legs just about give out as he’s pressing such amounts of weight on top of you. gojo’s hands fondle with your neglected breasts that laid underneath your blazer. he groans, reaching for his phone near the counter of the seat. with a grunt, he answers. “tch. satoru gojo.”

still snugly shoved deep inside, he’s multitasking. one hand holds onto the left side of your waist, another holding his phone up against his cheek. he’s drilling into you so mercilessly as if his occupation was a construction worker. you whine, the scratching itch never leaving you. once it comes, it comes. “suguru, ‘m kinda busy. can this wai— oh f…fuck.”

in an abrupt gasp, he ends up finishing first. it’s so much. thick gooey spurts pour into your cunt, filling up the insides of your goopy womb. gojo’s peering down at you and his lip quivers. he finished a bit early. too quick, his hand shakes as he holds up his phone before you squeeze your legs against his torso even tighter. for a moment, he almost whines himself. the strong gripping grip your pussy has against makes him swear underneath his breath.

“huh? yeah, ‘m good,” he sexily whews, slowing his rhythm down a bit.

a hand of his snaps, making you look down between your legs.

he gives you a teasing grin and you spread your folds open. it was so much, so much velvety ropes of hot cum that ooze in and out of your sloppy folds. you’ve never felt more warm from the inside. it was a feeling that had your mouth watering, salivating with your sweet, syrupy saliva. your legs were practically mush, and once you finish, you end up gushing all out at once. it takes you by surprise more than anything. the feeling comes like a crashing, unpredictable wave, a fading fade then departures from your body. minutes eventually pass and gojo’s still yapping away on the phone—yet after a while, he decides to wrap it up and groan. “yeah yeah okay, man. i gotta go now. unless you wanna listen to how i sound post-orgasm, heh.”

“what—?”

with a quick bleep, gojo hangs up. tossing his phone aside, he looks down at you—cutely sprawled out whilst chills run down your body. he can almost see you palpitating from said chills. leaning up close to you, still balls deep, he pants heavily. gojo pressed a kiss against your right temple before teasing. “heyyy, did you just squirt on me?” he asks, and he speaks in a sly soft tone.

you don’t reply and he gives you a priggish smile. “you didddd. so nasty, i should make ya lick it off me.”

you did end up squirting. it was so much. so so much.

you’re still having your legs wrap around his waist before you grab onto his wide, stiff shoulders. “s-satoru,” you moan into his neck, getting yet another balmy whiff of his manly musk. “f-fuuuck, more.”

right before he could reply though— the intercom of the plane comes on and it’s the pilot.

“ladies and gentleman, we’ve made it to our destination. local time and time of arrival is six thirty-three am. for your own safety and others around you, please remain seated and keep the aisles cleared until i announce we’re at the airport gates. thank you.”

“aw, boo,” gojo laments, slowly pulling out of your pussy. a pout unfurls against your glossed lips as you feel suddenly empty. no more thick inches inside. the only thing you felt were the leftover masses of his cum spewing out of you. the seats were a mess, he brings a hand down to strum a few fingers against your entrance and you whine. so soaked, he gifts you with a kiss on your forehead before exhaling. “well, think it’s ‘bout time we part ways, gorgeous.”

gojo helps put back on your skirt and panties and you‘re just laid back with a cute scowl as he assists you off your feet. “i . . can’t walk like this,” and he chuckles at how stiff you were— a few droplets of his cum race down your thighs and you almost moan again. you’re still sensitive, throbbing near every inch of your body before he stands up. he’s so lean and tall. as gojo towers over you, you glance up at him and you’re met with that annoying flirtatious smirk he gave you when his eyes first laid on you. “my panties are practically ripped.”

he turns around to grab his suitcases above him from the cabinet and sighs.

zipping up his exposed fly, gojo leans in to kiss your forehead. “ah, well i can always buy you some more,” and then he pauses. “actually,” he grabs his wallet and your eyes widen once he gives you three hundred dollar bills. “i can buy you more than just panties if ya want, sweet thing,” he slides the bills in between your bra before pressing a kiss against your neck. “you’ve been such a good girl,” and he then hands you his business card. it displays his name and a cheesy saying near the front, all his information in bold blue letters too. before walking away with your bawled up underwear, he leans up to your ear for a final time and whispers, “remember though, it’s satoru gojo, baby. ah, and these panties—i’ll be keeping these as a souvenir.”

this is so kirishima

where?