[4:03PM] Geto Suguru

[4:03PM] Geto Suguru

First Geto Suguro - if you haven't seen the newest season of JJK - he is one hot tamale.

Warning: explicit smut; Y/n has... an interesting curse technique; angst - spoiler . Y/n was always cast aside as her curse energy was little to none and everyone found her useless. She was merely kept in their midst solely due to being the last surviving member of her bloodline.

To her delight, she preferred that they ignored and excluded her, she cherished the moments when everyone left her undisturbed. Nothing appealed to her more than being left alone, engrossed in her books, with no interruption.

However, the higher-up was determined to maintain their control over Y/n, they were patiently anticipating the manifestation of her curse energy and technique.

“Her bloodline ends with her… surely Y/n will manifest the greatest curse technique when the time comes.”

. .

Y/n entered her apartment and hooked her keys on the rack. Under her breath, she barely murmured, “Yami yori idete yami yori kuroku, sono kegare o misogiharae.” An invisible shield immediately locks down the perimeter of her apartment.

“You shouldn’t be here,” she muttered out loud. She hung her jacket in the closet when she finally saw him emerge from the dark corner.

Geto Suguru.

She has been informed of his heinous crimes, and the substantial bounty placed on his head if he was ever sighted.

Cherry Blossom, emerged out from the wall to her left, whimpering, “he is too strong master…”

Y/n lift her hand, patting the cursed spirit on the head, “he is an old friend, sorry, I hope he did not hurt you or the others?”

Cherry Blossom whimper, “he ate Smelly…”

Y/n cast a glare at Suguru, “really?”

Suguru threw his hands up in defense, “my bad, I didn’t know he was one of your curses.”

“Guardians! We are her guardians!” Cherry Blossom shouted, before cowering and apologizing to her master for her sudden outburst.

“It is okay, Cherry. You may go back, I’ll handle him.” Y/n assured with a smile.

The blue-gray curse disappears into the wall, entrusting her master. Y/n can feel her other curse spirit friends retrieving as well.

Once they were out of her sight and presence, she cast another veil, not only for privacy but to protect any potential lurking eyes and ears that might be following Geto.

The first time Geto witnessed Y/n’s curse technique, he was dumbfounded. The shy and meek petite girl fooled everyone behind her thick-rimmed glasses and books.

Geto was assigned to a mission alone to hunt down an unknown grade curse spirit that has been spotted at one of Shibuya’s hottest nightclubs. He walked down the corridors to the private room in the VIP area. As he neared, he opened the room and found a couple inside.

It took a second for him to realize what was going on. They were fucking. The man had the woman against the wall, thrusting hard that the room echoed with nothing but her moans and skin slapping skin. Her moans could be heard even with the loud music echoing in the background.

They didn’t seem to acknowledge him or sense his presence.

It was him, Geto thought to himself, the cursed spirit. When he got the mission and read the case file that numerous women have disappeared without a trace. Now it made sense, it was a sex-cursed spirit behind the missing women case.

Geto released a weary sigh, unfastening his sleeve cuffs and rolling them up. He couldn’t help but groan inwardly, feeling the discomfort of interrupting such an intimate moment. However, just as he was about to speak, his gaze connected with the woman, who met his eyes head-on.

His eyes narrowed in confusion but quickly widened with disbelief as he recognized her before him. He couldn’t believe his own eyes at the unexpected revelation.

Y/n’s head tilted back against the wall, her mouth echoing soft moans and she pressed a finger to lips, silently gesturing him to remain quiet and standby.

Suguru blinked repeatedly, making certain he wasn’t caught in a hallucination. Yet, every time he opened his eyes, there she was: Y/l/n Y/n, the last person he least expected to encounter.

He felt his cock jolt when she smirked at him. He watched her legs wrap around the man’s waist, tightening her arms around his shoulders and whimpering loudly, “cum, cum inside me… give me your cum.”

Suguru had to look away, feeling his cheeks flushed. He was getting turned on by the second. He didn’t need to see the rest of it, he heard the man finish, groaning and Y/n crying in bliss.

Seconds later, he heard a thump on the floor. His eyes bulge out watching the man disintegrate into the air.

“What… the fuck?” His eyes couldn’t leave Y/n’s naked body as she slipped her tight dress back on. “Care to tell me what the fuck is going on?”

She tidied herself up before responding. “I took down a cursed spirit, no big deal,” Y/n said casually, walking up to him as if a few seconds ago, she had not just taken an unknown cursed spirit down by draining their cum dry.

“Wh – what?” he stuttered, caught off guard. Her small hand pressed against the pecs of his chest and they slide down to his abdomen. “Y/n…” her name came out like a choke more than a warning.

“Want to find out?” She looked up at him with eyes that made his knees weak.

“A – about what?”

“My curse technique?”

“H – how?”

“I’ll show you,” she whispered, and his eyes screamed yes.

She pushed him onto the couch and straddle his lap, her lips pressed against him while her hands worked at the belt buckle.

“Y/n,” Suguru breathed when she broke off the kiss and scoot off his lap, she tugged his briefs freeing his cock that was hard and aching. Before he could utter a word, her mouth was already wrapped around the tip. “Fuck…” he groaned, head tilting back against the couch. His eyes struggle to stay open as her head bobbed on his lap, he felt himself melting into a puddle before her touch.

That’s when he realized… she was feasting off his curse energy.

He did nothing to stop her.

Her mouth releases his cock with a pop and she wipes her mouth with the back of her hand. Y/n repositioned herself on his lap, pulling her panties to the side and rubbing herself against the tip of his cock.

“Y/n,” Suguru murmured, a hand trailing up her waist to her chest. He felt himself draining by the second but he wanted to remember this moment, wanted to hang long enough to feel her pussy wrap around his cock. “Please…” His hooded eyes only followed her as she leaned closer until their lips barely touched.

Suguru quickly leaned up to kiss her, but was a second too slow as Y/n backed away with a playful smile on her lips before he could kiss her. With the last ounce of strength he had, one hand gripped her upper arm and the other snaked behind her neck, pulling her down to kiss him.

Y/n moaned into his mouth and dropped her weight, taking in his cock until he was fully sheath inside of her.

Instantly, Suguru felt a surge of energy through his body. His grip tighten around her arm and tighten the root of her hair, as he tugged her head back, breaking their kiss, his lips trail down her jaw and neck.

“Su… garu…” Y/n moaned, rocking her hips.

His grip loosened, and he leaned back and cupped her face, forcing her to look at him. Her eyes are a vibrant emerald green, a color he was sure was not her natural color.

As if he was silently evaluating her, Y/n answered him.

She began rolling her hips, gradually increasing her speed.  

Suguru’s hand move to grip her hips, guiding her to bounce on his cock, his hips were meeting hers, thrusting deep and harder. Her cursed energy surged into him, kindling a blazing power within his very being.

He craved more and more.

Y/n gasped, being flipped onto her back with Suguru peering down at her. He widened her legs and continue to thrust.

He cursed, “you feel so… fucken tight… so good…” he felt his sack pulsing, ready to cum inside her.

“Cum inside me,” Y/n begged, affectionately touching his face.

As if her words were laced with magic, Suguru came hard, his hips struggling to stop even as he shot his cum deep into her womb. He couldn’t stop, wanting to continue to feel his cock stretch out her tight pussy. Her walls flutter and squeezed against his cock, milking every last drop out of him.

Suguru finally halt his movement, breathing hard and staring darkly into her eyes. He understood her cursed technique now.

Y/n possessed the ability to not only absorb cursed energy but also enhance it, amplify one’s cursed energy through sexual intimacy.

She fueled most of her cursed energy by hunting down semi-grade 1 or higher cursed spirits. She will seduce and have sex with them, absorbing their energy through their orgasm. She had the ability to manipulate and control cursed spirits much like Suguru, the only difference is she has cursed spirits submitting at her beck and call – wanting and willing to be her servant for a bit of her energy through any sort of physical intimate gesture whether it be through a simple pat on the head or a simple caress. She receives most of her cursed energy through sexual intimacy.

Suguru has never experienced such a potent surge of energy coursing through his veins; it felt as though every fiber of his being was fully charged.

Since then, he would come to her, seeking physical intimacy from her.

“You shouldn’t be here,” Y/n said a second time, standing six feet away from him.

The wanted man stepped forward but was hit with an invisible force shield. That was another one of her specialties, she had the ability to create an invisible force shield as wide and far as sixty-five kilometers.

“Don’t be like that,” Suguru pleaded, pressing his large hands against her shield. “I need you… you’re all I have.”

“You should have thought about that before you became a wanted man.”

“I just want to be wanted by you.”

Y/n won’t deny the sexual connection she has with Suguru. It was a win-win relationship. His technique allowed her to feast and fuel on the cursed spirits he orally ingests, just as she can amplify his cursed energy through sex.

She draw back her shield and Sugar stepped forward into her safe zone. He cupped her face, while his other hand wrapped tightly around her waist. “Come with me, follow me.” His mouth hovers over hers, waiting for her reply. “Together, we can create a world… a new world…”

Y/n shook her head, “leave me out of it, ‘Guru.”

He loved the nickname she gave him, it already made his cock twitch in his pants.

“Fair enough,” he suspected her answer and respected it. Suguru does not know what the future holds and truthfully, he didn’t want her to be entangled in his plans, but he couldn’t completely let her go either. He had recently come to realize that his feelings for her went beyond using her as a mere vessel to fuel his cursed energy. Although she never voiced it, her actions demonstrated a genuine concern and care for him. “But don’t abandon me, please.”

She couldn’t even if she wanted to.

His lips kissed hers softly until she wrapped her arms around his neck, deepening the kiss. Suguru easily lifted her, her legs wrapping around his waist as he carried her to her room and gently placed her on her bed.

Their clothes scattered all over in seconds as he pressed the tip of his cock to her pussy, impaling her slowly.

Neither of them spoke, silence enveloped them both, as neither had the desire to broach the truth of how this encounter could potentially be their final meeting.  

It suddenly made perfect sense to her why he had been usually gentle towards her lately, treating her as delicately as if she was a fragile flower. He held her tenderly with the hands that had killed hundreds.

“Suguru,” Y/n moaned, pressing his forehead against hers, I love you.

“Y/n,” he called her name with the same gentleness, he thrust deeply, groaning against her mouth, I love you too.

He made love to her repeatedly until the morning. She lay in his arms, pressing a kiss to his heart.

Hours later when she woke up, he was gone.

Months later, tears spill from her eyes as Gojo Satoru stood before her. In Gojo’s palms were Suguru’s black circle earrings.

Her hands trembled as she took them from his palm, her fingers closing around them.

Her other arm encircled her bulging belly, providing a secure embrace for their unborn child that nestled within.

. . .

@queenelleee @mfreedomstuff @erintaro @callmeraider @chaotic-fangirl-blog @wolffmaiden @cloud-lyy

The way he started saying I love you was just too much~

THE FANBOY GUIDE!

˗ˋ ୨୧ 𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆 ୨୧ ˊ˗ fanboy!gojo x celebrity!reader

˗ˋ ୨୧ 𝐃𝐄𝐒𝐂𝐑𝐈𝐏𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 ୨୧ ˊ˗ gojo, one of your biggest fans, has the chance to finally meet you. however, he hopes to also accomplish his number one dream: to screw his idol.

˗ˋ ୨୧ 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐓 ୨୧ ˊ˗ 18+ ONLY // {N}SFW // MINORS DNI - (switch!gojo, cr.eampie, or.al fem!receiving, riding.) fem!reader, no curses au.

˗ˋ ୨୧ 𝐀/𝐍: ୨୧ ˊ˗ gojo has been on my mind, & this is the result! header inspired by @kazushawty’s cyber theme.

˗ˋ ୨୧ 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐓 ୨୧ ˊ˗ 4K

THANK YOU FOR YOUR PURCHASE, SATORU. ENJOY THE EVENT!

The blue-eyed man blinked at his bright computer screen, which displayed his emailed receipt from Ticketmaster. In the left pocket of his black sweatpants—which he wore despite the summer heat during this time of year—his phone buzzed to alert him of a fat sum of money being taken out of his bank account.

“Holy shit,” he mumbled to himself.

He refreshed the page. And he refreshed it once more.

But, after two lengthy scrolls through the confirmation email, there was no denying it.

He was going to meet you.

Gojo’s long fingers clicked away at his mouse and keyboard until he landed on his rather popular fanblog.

To say that he was a member of your fandom was an understatement, as he practically ruled over all of your supporters and gave true meaning to his username, kinggojo.

Even as a busy high school teacher and martial arts instructor—entrepreneur as well, as he owned his own martial arts school—he still carved out some time every single day to post about you.

To watch your videos.

To study your latest professional photoshoots and off guard paparazzi shots.

And soon, a little plastic backstage pass will dangle around his neck, giving him undenied access to you.

The real you.

—

kinggojo: guess who’s finally gonna meet y/n? (:

—

At the airport, Gojo spent his time FaceTiming Nanami, who had to endure his rambunctious ramblings while on his lunch break.

“Give me one year,” Gojo paused, glancing down at his phone, “one year, and I swear, she’s gonna become my wife.”

“I don’t care,” Nanami chewed on his sandwich. “Please leave me alone.”

“Yeahhh, you’re just jealous.” As Gojo grinned goofily, the salaryman promptly ended the videochat.

While Gojo would have dialed him back repeatedly until he gave in and answered, Nanami had lucked out, as it was time for him to board his plane.

The plane ride was nothing short of exhilarating, gliding through the air as a first class passenger, counting down the minutes until he’d finally see your charming smile in person.

Naturally, he had to splurge for an occasion as special as this one.

The best seats on the plane, the nicest hotel room in the city—he wished he could personally thank the spoiled geniuses who invented valet parking and free drinks for first class passengers—and although his bank account had seen better spending days, he was perfectly fine with eating cheap styrofoam cups of chicken-flavored ramen once he got back home from his trip.

The night before his Big Day, Gojo gathered everything he might have needed along with his ironed outfit, and hung it up in the closet.

He took his time with making sure he’d look especially sharp come morning, as he wanted to look good for you.

Good enough for you to want to screw him.

Call him crazy. Overly optimistic. But he had a goal; an accomplishable dream that made his member harden against the fabric of his pants whenever he thought about making hot, creamy love with you, his number one idol.

And, as he crawled into bed and lazily stroked himself, painting his fist white as the pearly ropes of c.um spurted out of him, he thought about what it would be like if his wildest dream came true.

—

At the meet and greet, Gojo stood around backstage with all of the other fans, and one of them even knew about his blog. They all chatted about you, occasionally interrupting themselves to mumble a quick “I’m so nervous,” before talking about another topic, and Gojo couldn’t help but feel pity for them.

He was nervous as well, of course, but even more so, he was determined.

And when you stepped through the door, smiling once your prosperous groupies shrieked and squealed, Gojo had finally understood what authors meant when they wrote about love at first sight.

You were more beautiful than he could have imagined. He was certain that you even glanced his way, but he couldn’t prove it.

“There she is,” Gojo said to no one in particular, not even completely aware that the words had fallen from between his lips, but a woman standing next to him spoke up.

“I can’t believe this is really happening!” She shook her hands out of pure excitement. “I hope she’ll sign my merch!”

Precious.

Some people had hopes and dreams as simple as that one. The taller man was certain that if he confessed his own hopes, they’d laugh at him.

Or worse, get him kicked out of the meet and greet completely.

But he didn’t have time to worry about what anyone else hoped to gain out of your event, not when the queue was moving rather quickly, and he found himself biting his lower lip and shifting his weight.

He was growing more and more nervous with every second that passed by. It was the ultimate countdown until he’d finally meet you.

And soon enough, it was his turn.

“Hi,” you beamed kindly at the handsome stranger, “how are you?”

How cute. Your sweet, customer service tone made his heart skip a beat, and while he wanted to revel in the fact that he was meeting you and you were speaking to him, he couldn’t think too much about it. He couldn’t risk losing his cool.

“I’m better now that I’ve met you,” Gojo smiled, pulling out his phone to take the one photo he was promised in his package deal. “How are you doing? Having fun?”

You tilted your head a bit, and it occurred to Gojo that most fans probably didn’t bother to ask about your day, nor your feelings.

“I’m great, thanks. You’re really kind for asking that!” You smiled. “What pose would you like to do, honey?”

Gojo melted inside. He knew the term was simply meant to make your fans feel more special than they actually were, but even so, he’d never forget the sound of you saying that to him.

Suddenly, Gojo wrapped one arm around your waist, pulled you against his side, and raised his phone before taking a selfie with you.

Before he pulled away, he whispered into your ear, “there’s something really sweet about the way you called me honey just now.”

“O-Oh,” you stammered, looking down at your feet, the stranger’s warm breath against your ear made your cheeks warm up. “I just call everyone honey.”

“Of course, I’m just saying that I liked it. You’re just…” Gojo paused, looking you up and down, “pretty cute, aren’t you?”

Looking up at him with an expression he couldn’t quite read, you said, “are you flirting with me?”

Gojo glanced at your security guard. The buff guy was more interested in the complimentary buffet than your protection, and Gojo took a step closer, earning a jealous groan from the line of fans behind him.

“Maybe,” A small smirk appeared across Gojo’s face. “How would you feel if I was?”

“I’d probably have to just…ask you to leave.”

“There’s no need, sweetheart,” Gojo said softly, “I’m running out of time anyways. But that’s no way to treat a fan, is it?”

You gulped. You stared deeply into his eyes.

“You’re, um,” you said shakily, “you’re allowed to hug me before you go, if you want.”

“Come here, then.”

The tall man wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you close. The hug lasted longer than it should have.

“I’d love to spend more time with you,” Gojo whispered. “Maybe some other time.”

As he pulled away, you felt him slip something into your pocket.

“It was nice meeting you,” you said.

He left without another word.

Your meet and greet lasted for two entire hours after that, and throughout every single interaction with a fan of yours, you could help but wonder what the handsome man slipped into your pocket.

But finally, as your event came to an end, you reached into your pocket and found a yellow sticky note.

Written on it was an address, a hotel room number, and his name.

—

Any sane person who valued their safety and their life would have ignored it. Toss the note in the trash. But you found yourself standing outside of his hotel room door, and for the first time in your entire life, you were nervous about meeting a fan.

You knocked on the door, your breath shaky as you did so.

“This is insane,” you thought.

Half of you wanted to run away before he answered. The other half of you wanted to stay.

But, before you could truly decide, he opened the door, standing there with a genuine look of surprise.

“Huh,” Gojo smirked, stepping to the side to let you into his room. “You actually came.”

It was all an act; the cool, calm, and collected aura was a cover up, for underneath it all, he was a mess of a man.

Sweaty palms that he secretly tried to wipe off on his pants. Throat dried to a crisp no matter how many bottles of water he downed before you knocked on his hotel room door, which was idiotic, because he ended up spending the last thirty minutes before your arrival running back and forth to the bathroom to pee.

However, after years of flashing a false smile in front of a classroom packed with moody teenagers during his darkest days, and dishonestly congratulating his martial arts students even when their kicks were less than splendid in order to encourage them and see them beam with confidence, Gojo had considerable expertise when it came to acting.

Of course he was nervous. It was you. Even so, as his heart pounded rapidly inside of his chest, he was beyond thrilled about what was to come.

“I knew you’d be surprised. I'm surprised as well.” You gulped, and Gojo shut the door after you entered his unexpectedly luxurious hotel room, your eyes failing to meet his bright blue ones. “I don’t normally do stuff like this.”

“Sleep with fans?” Raising an eyebrow, Gojo’s cocky smirk turned into a rather kind smile as he walked further into the hotel room.

“Yeah.”

“Well then, I’m honored. I mean, just getting to meet you was something I wanted for a long time. And to know you’re actually gonna let me ruin you?” Slowly, he leaned in, placing a soft kiss against your cheek. “It’s a dream come true.”

“Are you really a fan of me?” You gave him a look of disbelief.

“Of course I am,” he mumbled. “Why? You don’t believe me?”

“You could have pretended to be a fan to get my attention or something, I don’t know.” You shrugged shyly, which was the cutest thing Gojo had probably ever seen. His cheeks started to burn from grinning so much.

“Trust me,” Gojo suddenly pressed his palm against your jaw, running his thumb across your cheek, stroking you delicately as if he was touching fragile flower petals. “I’ve watched every single video that you’ve ever posted, seen almost every photo, liked every tweet, and ignored all of your typos. I’ve read every single piece of fanfiction about you that I’ve come across online. Tried to write my own one time. It was shit, but still. I’m not really the kinda guy who likes to label myself, but if I’m not your biggest fan, then I don’t know who is.”

When he ran his thumb over your mouth, pulling down on your soft bottom lip ever so gently, he couldn’t help but imagine what it would feel like to actually kiss you.

He wanted to do it.

Desperately.

Moonlit nights spent warm in his bed were when he alternated between his top five favorite scenarios, daydreaming about your first kiss as he drifted off to sleep.

And, now, he would have the chance to feel your pillowy lips against his—and, god—they felt so perfect against his digit, he ended up chewing on his own bottom lip as he touched yours.

“Can I kiss you?” He asked softly, his eyes flickering between your own orbs and your lips. “Please?”

“You’re my biggest fan, apparently. You can do whatever you’d like.”

He pressed his lips against yours. Every single First Kiss! cliche he had seen in movies and read about in books, going on about fireworks and such, had a bit of truth to it, because when your buttery lips touched his, he instantly melted into the kiss.

It was as if he was born for the sole reason of kissing you, like a god created his mind, body, and soul for that one purpose.

He moaned; it was strange, yet familiar, as he never made such a delicious, sinful noise whenever he kissed someone.

But then again, during late night hookups with unsatisfying women, he wasn’t one to typically make any sort of noise.

Apparently, he only ever did if it had something to do with you.

Whether he was getting off to your bikini photos on Instagram, or kissing you—as it would seem—only you could elicit such a beautiful sound from him.

And he wasn’t complaining. Not one bit.

“Gojo,” you mumbled softly against his lips. “Don’t be such a gentleman.”

“Trust me, I’m not.” Gojo's mouth hovered over yours as he spoke. “You have no idea how badly I wanna toss you on that bed right now. I just need to take my time with you and enjoy every minute. I’ve waited too long for this to happen, and I’m not gonna rush it.”

Despite his words, when he reconnected your lips, he kissed you hungrily. Hurriedly.

His tongue entered your mouth as his hand held on to the back of your neck. It was such a messy kiss, but a passionate one as well, and only a man like Gojo could pull off both with a simple swirl of his tongue, which battled against yours.

And your mouth tasted absolutely delicious. He could hardly wait to taste the rest of you as well, wondering how it could compare.

When Gojo’s other hand suddenly gripped your bottom, a little gasp escaped from you, and he took that god-given opportunity to deepen the kiss.

If he could have his mouth attached to yours like this forever, wet tongues darting around as you swallowed each other’s noises, he would.

He didn’t want to pull apart to breathe, didn’t want to pause for even a moment and detach his lips from yours, but he did. He pulled away, but only so he could leave kisses along your jawline.

“Gojo,” you whined, lifting your neck to give the tall man full access to your sensitive skin. And when those skillful lips of his found that sweet spot right underneath your jaw, he licked and sucked at it as if he’d absolutely die if he didn’t.

“You’re whining like that just from me giving you a little hickey?” Gojo mumbled against your wet skin. “Now I’m curious about the kinda noises you’ll make once I eat you out. I won’t lie; I’m pretty excited.”

“Then just do it already,” whining once more, you gripped his shoulders as he started to make his way down your neck, leaving kisses across your collarbone.

“Patience,” Gojo said.

And when he spoke, he spoke as if he wasn’t truly freaking out on the inside. His idol was desperate for him. If he didn’t believe in luck before, he surely did now.

Gojo’s large hands, which were formerly roaming your body, pulled your top off swiftly. If only he could take it with him as a souvenir.

It took all of his strength to not drool at the sight of your hard buttons.

God, were they perfect.

They were certainly magnificent enough to make any previous plans for having patience and taking his time with you flutter out of his lustful mind, as only a few seconds after removing your shirt, you were laying on the bed with Gojo hovering over your body. He bit his lip in anticipation.

“Can I suck on them?” He asked, his eyes never once glancing away from your chest. “Please?”

“Yes-”

You were interrupted by a sudden gasp falling from your lips, as Gojo attached his mouth to your hardened button as soon as you muttered that simple little word.

“Hmm,” he moaned.

First, he licked at it while flicking your other one with his finger. Then, he took it into his mouth, sucking on it as he listened to your soft noises, which was a sound he wanted to hear for the rest of his life.

Repeating his actions with your other one, he smiled against your chest when you suddenly ran your hand through his hair.

As badly as he wanted to screw you until you were dizzy, the thought of simply laying on your chest on a lazy Sunday afternoon as you ran your fingers across his scalp sounded like a dream.

It sounded like love.

Gojo took off your pants. He took off his shirt. Then, he left a trail of kisses down your stomach until he made his way in between your legs. Having the honor of looking at your c.unt was comparable only to walking through the golden gates of Heaven.

“What a pretty p.ussy,” he whispered to himself, running his thumb along your wet folds.

Like a starved man diving into a Thanksgiving dinner, Gojo spread your lips apart, and started to lick your c.lit.

Even with your back arched, fingers running through his hair as you made the prettiest sounds, Gojo was certain that he was enjoying it even more.

The hand that wasn’t holding your lips open made its way down to his member, and he rubbed his clothed bulge while moaning against your sensitive button, which he licked at rapidly with his wet tongue.

“Gojo,” you mumbled.

He looked up at you through those long eyelashes of his. And—god, he was actually going to make you, his idol, pour your juices all over his tongue.

Excitement ran through his veins like a drug. He attached his lips to your c.lit, sucking on it until your delicious mess flooded his mouth.

“Oh my god,” you squealed, thrashing around as he refused to snatch himself away from you. Not until all of your creamy mess was all licked up.

Wasting even a drop of your c.um was an outright sin. One he would never forgive himself for.

He detached himself from you with a little smack, licking his lips as he sat up.

Gojo started to unbuckle his belt. “You ready?”

You nodded, but once he pulled his pants down, the sight of his large size made you gulp.

But you should have known.

He was tall. Large hands. Large feet. Large member, of course.

Gojo pressed his tip against you, rubbing the head of c.ock up and down your wet folds, collecting your juices as he worked his way from your hole to your button repeatedly.

The very split second in which he was pressed against your entrance was a telltale sign that you had never ever taken a d.ick that was as big as his.

It managed to put your past partners to shame.

And your purple d.ildo too.

“It’s too big,” you said, blinking up at him.

“Don’t worry, I got you,” Gojo rested his hard member against your hole. “I’m gonna make it fit, baby. You’re gonna be a good girl for me and take it, right?”

You were getting impatient. The urge to feel him fill you up was undeniably strong, but also, his urge to take his time with you was equally as powerful.

“Only if you be a good fanboy for me,” you frowned, “and put it in.”

“I had no idea you’d be so impatient,” Gojo smiled, but even so, he still didn’t move. Not yet.

“Don’t tease me,” you said.

“Tease you?” Gojo ran his hand along your thigh, and your frown deepened. “I’m just taking my time. Not my fault you’re so-”

“Maybe I should’ve picked another fan.”

Gojo suddenly shoved himself inside of you. Screw how much he wanted to savor the moment. If you wanted to be f.ucked right now, fast and hard, then he’d do it. He’d do anything for you.

After kindly letting you adjust to his size, he increased his speed.

The bed squeaked from his thrusts. He pressed his forehead against yours, his warm breath patting against your face as he moaned softly.

“Faster,” you wrapped your arms around his neck.

Oh, did he obey.

He not only thrusted in and out of you at a harsher speed, but he repositioned himself so he could do it roughly.

He anticipated the noise complaint he’d receive from the hotel staff already. Not that he cared. He didn’t care about anything except for how good you felt around his c.ock, and as his moans increased in volume, all of his thoughts slowly fluttered out of his pretty little head.

He couldn’t focus on anything aside from the pleasure.

He just loved you so much.

Your content had changed him as a person, shaped his life into something worth living, and now, here he was, thriving in the utter pleasure you gave him. It melted away his cocky attitude, and he gripped the sheets until his knuckles turned white.

“I can’t believe you’re letting me do this,” Gojo said. “I…god, I need…”

He was begging for something and nothing at the same time, just so desperate and pathetic for you, you, you.

Suddenly, you pushed on Gojo’s shoulders.

“Let’s switch,” you bit your lip. “I wanna ride you.”

He could have cried.

You wanted to ride him? Only a fool would turn down that opportunity, and he was quickly on his back as you climbed over him.

“That’s it, pretty baby. Get on top of me.” His large hands gripped your perfect a.ss, and instantly, he dreaded the very moment when he’d have to eventually let go.

His eyes—which glistened with desire without any decency and excitement without any substances—darted down to your wet hole sinking down his aching c.ock. “Oh—put it in. Put it in.”

“Now who’s impatient?” You smirked, but you couldn’t tease him for long, as when he entered you, your mouth flung open with utter shock over how full you felt.

Perhaps, it was foolish to believe that his size was something you’d get used to after he pounded you into oblivion moments before.

Slowly, but surely, you started to bounce up and down along his length. Those bright eyes of his, which were now fixated on your beautiful b.oobs, fluttered closed as he tossed his head back.

“Oh my god,” he moaned. “Feels so damn good. You’re so perfect, you know that? Keep bouncing on my c.ock, baby. Just like that.”

He went on and on, more heartfelt words pouring out of his mouth with every jolt of your body.

“I’m so obsessed with you,” he continued on, “I can’t lose you after this, I can’t. I can’t, baby. You’re f.ucking me so good, please…”

He whimpered, which was utterly shocking to him, but it made your walls clench around him.

His desperation turned you on in unimaginable ways, as now, he was revealing his true colors underneath the false chill and cool persona, and he was nothing more than a pathetic, cute, little fanboy.

“I love you,” a tear slipped down his cheek from utter delight. “I love you so much. Stay with me, I’ll do anything. I want you all to myself.”

“So, devoted to me, huh?” You said breathlessly, yet sweetly.

Truth be told, his c.ock felt so wonderful thrusting in and out of you, it would have been entirely unshocking if you ended up being addicted to him as well.

“I’m gonna-” Gojo wrapped his arms around your waist, bucking his hip up to shove himself inside of you as deeply as possible. “I’m so close—I’m right there. I can’t hold it, sweetheart, I-I can’t keep it in much longer.”

“c.um for me, Gojo.” You whispered. “Be good for your little idol, yeah? Tell me how much you wanna c.um.”

“So badly,” he swallowed thickly, beads of sweat forming across his forehead, his white hair sticking to his salty skin. He was starting to become dizzy from the way you worked on his member. He couldn’t hold himself back. “I…oh f.uck.”

White ropes of his creamy c.um exploded out of him, shooting inside of you with such urgency and desperation, a light shade of pink dusted across his cheeks from utter embarrassment.

The white-haired man’s d.ick twitched. It throbbed until every last drop of s.emen filled your insides, and broken whimpers poured out of his throat.

“So much of it,” he softly whined, burying his reddened face in your neck. “I’m sorry.”

His c.um spilled out of you. It trickled down until it drenched the white sheets underneath you both, but Gojo’s hips continued to lazily buck up, sweaty skin slapping against sweaty skin as he f.ucked his c.um right back inside of you.

—

After taking a few moments to catch your breaths, you and Gojo were right back at it, going round after round until the sun rose, marking the very next day.

The teacher, who had fallen asleep somewhere around 5 A.M., awakened with a shiver shooting up his spine from the chilly hotel room air. And it made sense why, as he was completely n.aked.

But when he realized that you weren’t in bed with him, nor were your clothes tangled up on the ground along with his, he frowned.

Was it a dream? No. He knew it really happened. Perhaps, he was a fool to think that you’d stay with him, that you both would wake up together and shower before ordering some breakfast via room service.

You were a celebrity, he was simply a fan, and there was no hope for-

Suddenly, a yellow sticky note fell off of Gojo’s chest.

Written on it was your phone number, and a little heart.

—

When Gojo returned home that next day, he collapsed in his rolling chair, exhaling a deep breath followed by an airy laugh.

Even as he opened his laptop and logged on to his blog, he couldn’t believe his luck. The ultimate fanboy, he was.

Half of him contemplated the idea of creating a guide for every other hopeful fan with an appetite geared exclusively towards their idol, but in his gut—which twisted with excitement whenever he thought about you cr.eaming all over him so deliciously—he knew that he was simply a lucky man. A lottery winner. The chosen one.

Even if he got an imaginary Master’s Degree in the study of Banging-Your-Idol, and went on to write nonfiction self-help books to aid all of his followers, they would all still fail to accomplish what he did.

However, even if he couldn’t create a guide to help out every other thirsty and helpless individual, he could still do one thing.

Brag.

And with that, after taking a screenshot of the recent notification that appeared across his screen—showing that your popular, verified account had followed him back—he started typing.

—

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Oh my were those aphrodisiac chocolates?

did anyone see the 20 min poll i put up lol

i can’t help myself (geto x reader x gojo)

warnings: SMUT, everyone is an ADULT, minors DNI, penetration, sex whilst YOU are under the influence of smthg, dubcon, i die a little inside everytime i write porn, but ppl seem to like me more when i do, buddha i am not your strongest soldier, do i count as a writer with lots of variation yet

“Mm, see?” Gojo grinned as he hand-fed you the chocolates gifted to you by Ieiri, watching as you chewed on them, even daringly giving a cute kitten lick to the remnants of it on his fingers.

“Good, right? I went to this shop before during one of my missions. Should’ve brought back more if I knew you liked them this much.” He placed another on his tongue, leaning in to kiss you as he transferred the slightly melted treat into your mouth, his lips pressing closer to yours, tongue twirling with yours and tasting the sweet with you.

You moaned, your hands on his chest as he came closer. All of a sudden, a hot, pink haze settled over you, searing your body.

Your body felt hot, burning, ablaze with want. Your desire was wanton, lust coursing through your very veins as you suddenly clung onto the sleeves of Satoru’s shirt.

“Satoru…” You practically moan, the thought of him naked and pounding into your willing cunt flashing through your brain, the thought making you clench your thighs as you felt a gush of liquid leak from your core.

“Help-“ You feel your knees wobble, collapsing forward into Gojo’s waiting arms. “Please…”

His grin never got so wide.

——

Geto and Gojo are a pair. A pair that craved, wanted and lusted after you. A pair that had chased after the unknowing, oblivious you since your highschool days.

You can’t say that you haven’t fallen for their charms.

Now, as Satoru’s head buried itself into you, tongue deep inside of you as Suguru began to strip.

Suguru was so hard, you swear you saw his cock throb with desire as soon as he pulled his pants down, before your eyes were averted, mind focusing back on the white-haired man between your thighs.

Because with the way Satoru is practically making out with your pussy and combined with Suguru’s saccharine words, your resolve was slowly crumbling, your mind threatening to crumble under the pleasure.

“Satoru’s happily eating your cunt, won’t you suck my cock? Please?” Suguru pleads, his black eyes feigning hurt at your ignorance of his problem.

You need to be filled. Your lips obediently parting to slip the mushroom tip of his cock inside you as you begin to suckle and taste his deliciously thick cock.

“Mmm, good girl.” Suguru kneels over your head, his balls pressed against your closed eyelids as he pushed his cock down your throat.

You can’t see. It feels so hot, so heavy on your face. You don’t get time to think before you feel him shove deeper into your mouth, your jaw aching as it struggled to accommodate him.

Down below, you weren’t faring any better, your thighs squirming around as you began to reach your high, Satoru sucking and licking at your clit as his fingers increased his pace inside, one hand holding down your thigh to keep you in place as he gave and gave and gave, leading you to burst just as Suguru came down your throat, his heavy balls twitching on your eyelids as you swallowed every last drop.

——

“C-condom…!” You cried out as Gojo held your thighs down, his thick, bare cock already halfway inside you before he heard you.

He grunted, pulling out of you briefly as hurriedly tugs out a condom packet from Suguru’s wallet that was tossed onto the bedside drawer, rolling it on haphazardly before plunging back inside you as you whined at the sudden sensation.

His pace was merciless from the beginning, drool making its way out of the corner of your lips as your arms wrapped around him, feeling the inches slide in and out of your used cunt.

“Shit, this pussy feels sooo fucking good.” A hard thrust inside of you causes you to scream, your nails digging into his back, legs in the air and dangling uselessly.

“Yeah? You’re a good girl who likes taking my cock, right?”

You cry as you feel him sink that cock of his impossibly deeper into you, balls pressed right against your ass, your legs up in the air as the warm, sticky sensation of his cum began to seep out, thank goodness that the condom was thankfully catching his voluminous spend.

Right?

You don’t think condoms felt so… thick and hot inside of you. You try to urge him to pull out, shaking and punching at his shoulders as he held you down, to urge him out of his bliss as he continued to drain his semen inside of you. Finally getting his attention, he pouted as he began to take his time to slowly slide out, ensuring that you felt every ridge of his dick.

Milky white dripped out of you, running down one of your thighs as you began to panic. His seed, thick, viscous was trailing from your labia and wetting the very tip of his cock where he had just pulled out.

There the condom was, broken and ruptured as the remainder of it seemed to cling painfully tight to his base, which you expected to be limp and satisfied after coming so much.

That’s when you noticed. He was hovering over your abused entrance, tip still red, angry and wanting. He was waiting for your approval to plunge back inside.

“It’s fine because I already came inside once right?” You heard Satoru utter into your ear, releasing the remains of the broken condom around his cock. “What’s a few more from me and Suguru?”

Suguru strokes your head. “They make pills for this, don’t worry.” A timed kiss to swallow any more of your skepticism.

It’s definitely okay, right? They assured you so. They’ll take care of you. It’s totally fine, right?

You can’t even protest as Satoru pushes himself back in for an immediate round 2, your legs wrapping around his waist this time as you felt Suguru’s fingers prod at your ass.

——

“Why do you get her pussy again?” Satoru whined as he held you up in a full nelson, his arms wrapped up underneath your knees and holding your legs wide open, his cock buried deep inside your wet asshole.

“Cause,” Suguru began, his cockhead swiping up and down your cum-filled cunt, teasing you, making you whine as you begged for him to fill you. “You came inside her three times in a row. It’s my turn.” He pushes in, grinning as you cried out.

The sensation of having both men inside of you was too much, their thrusts just simply too much. You were crying, your tears starting to fill up your eyes as you began to beg, but what for? You’re too turned on, your womb was so full of semen, your ass felt like it was going to end up in the same state after Suguru had gone multiple rounds there. You’re so, so exhausted.

But you can’t stop. Don’t want them to stop.

“No, no- Mmm! I- I can’t-! Mmngh! So good!” Your words were broken, your tongue lolling out of your mouth as jumbled nonsense continued spilling from your lips.

“Look at her, all fucked out. So cute.”

“She’s not at her limit yet, look at how she’s still clenching around our cocks like a whore.”

“Let’s change that then.”

——

“Mmm, your drenched asshole feels so fucking good.” Your hips were clenched tight by Satoru’s hands as your fingers gripped the sheets, your cunt absolutely filled up by Suguru who laid beneath you, your head buried into the crook of his neck.

You feel then thrust powerfully up and down into you, their thrusts reaching an intensity in strength and in speed.

Their thrusts in tandem with each other, as one goes in, the other out, in perfect synchronization. You can’t help but moan helplessly in their arms as their heavy cocks plunge into you, body accepting each thrust as their penises master your holes.

“God, you’re the fucking best.”

Satoru throws his head back as he groans at Suguru’s lustful voice, burying his cock deep inside your asshole, his balls throbbing against you as you feel wet gushes of sperm spurt eagerly into your ass, soon feeling another wet spurt deep into your womb.

You were too full.

Their massive balls are full of seed, them choosing to keep their thick cocks sheathed deep within your warm, inviting holes as they press tight against you, sending every drop deep into your vagina.

——

Suguru grabs your bottom with both hands, thrusting his hips forward hard. It swiped against your pussy lips, just missing its mark before he groans, readjusting himself before he angles himself just right to plunge back in.

His chest presses your back against the wall, bus erection thrusting steadily into you as he slides his full length inside.

You draw his head down to yours, kissing along his jawline as each hard, rough thrust of his drives moans and moans out of you, leaving you incoherent and wanton.

“You like this, yeah?” A hard thrust into you. “Gonna take all of my load inside this slutty hole, aren’t you?”

“C-cummm inswideee…” You’re losing yourself; your brain turning to mush as he begins to churn up your insides with that wonderful cock of his. You can’t get enough.

You’re about to orgasm for the nth time tonight. Your body thrashes in wild abandon, hips bucking frantically against him, back arching your back against the wall as you clutch at him.

“C-cumming..!”

You hear him laugh, a hand reaching up to grope at one of your lonely breasts. “Already? I just put it in, sweetheart.”

“Too good too good too good-!”

You hear him chuckle again just as the door opens to reveal Satoru coming back with bottles of water.

——

Gojo Satoru ungraciously crashes onto the wet sheets, heaving with his arm across his eyes. He’s exhausted. Tuckered out.

You scream as Suguru holds your hips up from behind, cumming deep inside of your cunt yet again as your body remains limp and pliant for him.

As he pulls out, you whine and cry at the loss, at the painful emptiness of your body.

It’s not enough.

“Nwoo, Sugu-“ You babble, hand threading itself into his own as you pull him close, kissing and licking at his jaw. “Wan’ more! Need it!”

Suguru is running a hand through his hair as he shakes his head, his body shaking slightly as he carries you, settling you on his lap as he leans back against the headboard. He watches, awestruck, entranced as you drag yourself to his lying Satoru, cum seeping out of both of your used holes, climbing onto his lap and bouncing yourself vigorously up and down his significant other’s half hard cock.

“B-babe, I’m alr-already shooting bl-blanks-!” Satoru’s hands come up to your hips, helping to support you as you whine, tears streaming down your cheeks.

“S’not en-enough! P-please!” You were sobbing as he helped you maneuver your hips, your body screaming in exhaustion as your pussy whined for more.

Satoru was practically immobile at this point, only just conscious enough to help you a little, his groans sounding almost pained as his tired eyes continued to watch you. up down up down up down up-

You were going to break him. He doesn’t think he minds. As your oversensitive hole clenches hard around his painfully sensitive cock, he sees you reach your arms out for Suguru, begging him to come closer before your lips press hungrily to his, your hand tugging at his long black locks as your drool smears all over his mouth.

Your hole clenches tight around him, a whine of painful pleasure leaving you as you cum hard on his cock, feeling the familiar twitch that signaled he was reaching his end too, you can stay awake a little more, a little more to feel his hot liquid burst up deep insi-

You pass out. Your body physically can’t go on anymore even as your holes beg for more.

It’s over.

The duo don’t know whether to feel relieved or worried as you faint in Satoru’s embrace, finally able to sleep off the exhaustion you were facing.

⬆️This is me reading this

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Pairing: Toji Fushiguro x f!Reader

Warnings: MDNI, Smut, Vaginal Sex, Creampie, Breeding Kink

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“I want to have another baby.” Is the odd request that leaves your lips when you finally see your husband after he comes home. Toji furrows his brows, looking at you utterly confused. For the past year you’ve been telling him that the last thing you want is a baby. Taking care of the kids you have is more than enough. 

“Where did that come from?” Toji asks and you shrug. You walk over to him, your hands going to the back of his neck. You kiss him and give him a sweet smile before you respond,

“Don’t you want a baby? Just think about how cute they are.” You have to convince him. Your baby fever is at an all time high. Although you always get him to do whatever you want– But Toji did tell you that he also doesn’t want any more kids.

“You know what a baby means, right?” He tries to remind you, and while pregnancy and childbirth and almost anything that comes after that is hell, that isn’t registering in your mind. You feel his hands wrap around your waist, and you bring your lips up to his ear. You kiss the shell of his ear before whispering,

“Lots of sex. Baby making and then satisfying your pregnant wife.” And he can’t argue with that. Neither with the bulge that’s in his pants. He can’t argue with the following weeks when he fucks you senseless every single night.

Toji likes to start off slow. He kisses all over your body. He worships your body. Especially when he’s fully inside you. “You’re gonna look so beautiful pregnant with my baby.”

He looks down at you, so much lust in his eyes. You look so beautiful while under him, taking every inch of his cock. He loves the position that you’re in, your legs on top of his shoulders which allow him to reach so deep. God, he fucking loves this. 

“So fucking tight, even after fucking you so much-” Toji hisses. The man just adores the feeling of your cunt. He’s the luckiest man in the world to have this– And he fucking loves the fact that you’re letting him get your pregnant. The sound of skin slapping intensifies as his thrusts speed up.

He’s gotten to know your body more than you do. Your eyes are rolling to the back of your head as he pounds into you. The tip of his cock kissing your cervix. He smirks as he looks down at you, your face contorted with pleasure, moans leaving your lips. You look beyond beautiful, he can’t wait till you’re filled up with his cum.

“You wanna carry my baby?” His voice is deep while his hand goes to your breasts. He begins to play with your nipple. “Your tits are going to be filled with milk. You gonna let me have some, right?”

“Oh, Toji!” You moan. It’s the only thing that you say during the night. The neighbors can hear how your husband fucks a baby into you, and Toji couldn’t be happier. And that won’t be the only proof that you’re his and only his- The baby that you’ll carry will also show them all that you belong to him. God, he’s so possessive and jealous.

“So good, Toji-” Your voice is so loud. His hand begins to play with your clit, and you’re squeezing around Toji’s cock.

“You gonna make me a daddy again?” He asks. There’s no response as you bite your bottom lip, a moment of clarity that you’re being so loud. His hand wraps around your throat and he squeezes before he repeats the question.

“Yes! I’ll make you a daddy!” You yell. Toji’s thrusts speed up, and he goes back to playing with your clit. You’re creaming around his cock, and he fucking loves it. You’ve been having the best sex ever since you asked him to try for a baby. For some reason your cunt gives him so much more pleasure.

“Can’t wait to see you all big and round with my baby. Gonna fuck you everyday.” Toji rambles. His fingers dig into the soft skin of your thighs, which makes you moan louder. “Gonna give you every last drop of my cum, and you’re going to be such a good wife and give me lots of babies, right?”

“Yes! Yes! Yes!” You chant. He begins to moan, his thrusts getting sloppy, and you know that he’s near his release.

“Gonna knock you up. You’re going to look so beautiful.” He’s groaning. You’re making him feel so good as you squeeze around his cock. He closes his eyes as he stumbles over his words, “You’re going to be all swollen while pregnant with my baby.”

You have to close your eyes, your back arching while you get louder and louder. Your legs shake as you come around his cock. The man bites his bottom lip as he tries not to come so soon. He wants to stay buried inside you, but he can’t be inside you forever even if he wants to be.

“Fuck-” He mutters. He throws his head back, his thrusts slowing down as he releases his seed inside you. Your cunt milks him for every drop of his cum, and it feels like so much. Because it is a lot. Toji always comes so much and his cum is always so thick. And for some odd reason, lately it feels like he’s coming more than before.

He pulls out his cock and takes your legs off his shoulders. The man catches his breath for a couple of seconds before he begins to kiss your lower abdomen. He kisses all over your stomach, his eyes looking up at your fucked out face.

“That for sure was it. You’re definitely pregnant.”

Omg this man’s an asshole I love him~

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Toji Fushiguro

[Chapter 1] Vacationing

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Pairing: Toji Fushiguro x f!Reader

Chapter Warnings: MDNI, Smut, Oral Sex (f. and m. receiving), Masturbation, Facial, Squirting, Vaginal Fingering, Vaginal Slapping, Spitting, Vaginal Sex, Degrading, Praising, Creampie, Slight Breeding Kink, Toji is a broke gold digger but hot

*I've been working on this for over a week, so I hope you enjoy

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A week by the beach is all you need. Enjoying the dazzling sun on your skin, the sound of the waves as they hit the shore, and the smell of the ocean. After overworking yourself for the year, you finally have seven days to relax and do nothing but whatever your heart desires. You’ve been looking forward to this vacation for so long, and you can barely believe it’s finally happening when you’re checking into the hotel. You don’t believe it as you unpack either. 

You finally begin to believe it when you’re at the beach. The sun hits your skin and while you’re usually not happy with the feeling, it’s different while you’re here. It’s the best feeling in the world. You’re staring at the ocean, just admiring the vast blue that extends through the surface. Your hand then reaches for the book that you brought in your bag, and you open it to the bookmark.

You were thinking about this for months. Just reading by the beach– Read a couple of chapters before you get into the water. You can do whatever the hell you want for the next week and it won’t matter, so if you decide to read or not read at all, it won’t matter in the end. That’s what you love so much about vacationing especially while you’re alone, you can do whatever the hell you want and nobody will care. For the next week, you can do nothing and nobody will care. 

The book doesn’t seem all that interesting now though. You have no idea why, but you can’t focus on it now. Maybe you just need to get into the water first. You close the book and put it back into the bag. You begin to walk to the water, putting your sunglasses on. You get to the water, loving the feeling of sand and water between your toes. You get deeper into the water and stop until you’re not able to stand any longer.

You look around, seeing that you have the beach to yourself. There were a couple of people before, but they seem to have left; it’s not the ideal weather for the beach, not because it’s cloudy but because it’s cold. Children are still in school, and frankly no one in their right mind will come to the beach in this weather. Canceling work and school isn’t worth it. And you love their mindset because even if the water is cold, the sun warms you up. You have the beach all to yourself– That’s what you think until your eyes find someone else in the water. 

He’s at a distance so you don’t really get a good look at him, but he’s also getting into the water. You keep looking his way for a moment, trying to figure out if he’s alone, and it seems as if you two are the only ones at the beach. For a moment you think about approaching him, but then you think about how you’re trying to enjoy your time alone and the man probably is trying to do the same.

You swim around for a couple of minutes before you go back to the shore, you dry yourself off with your towel and then try to go back to reading. Your eyes just can’t seem to focus, just looking at the other person that’s there with you. Maybe you wouldn’t care if there were a couple other people, but he’s the only one that’s there with you.

Destiny and soulmates is a concept that you’ve always found moronic; you’ve never been much of a hopeless romantic, however, you don’t understand why you’re thinking about that right now. The book ends up closed again, and back in the bag. You walk over to him to introduce yourself, you’re not quite sure what you’ll say or do. You just know that the moment you look at him up close, you’ll find him unattractive and then get the stupid thoughts out of your head. You know that if you don’t get these foolish thoughts out of your head, you’ll end up thinking about this for months.

As you walk over towards him, you watch him walk back to the shore. Every step you take fills you up with fear, and you want to turn around and go back, try to read the book that you can’t seem to focus on. You take off your sunglasses and put on a smile as you get closer to him. The man notices you, and he stops walking.

Hoping that he was unattractive clearly didn’t work because the man that stands in front of you is just your type. Black hair, green eyes, tall, strong. His most noticeable feature is the scar that’s on the right corner of his lips. He’s dripping wet, and if you keep staring he won’t be the only one. He furrows his eyebrows as he stares you down, “Can I help you?”

“No… I mean, yeah. I saw that you were alone and–” You begin, and while you’re usually so confident, as you stand in front of him, your confidence is completely gone. He rolls his eyes and cuts you off before you can finish your sentence.

“And? You’re here to ruin that?” He gives you attitude, and you feel your face get warm of embarrassment. You wish the Earth would swallow you whole, and the worst thing is that you don’t even say anything. He ends up walking away. It’s as if you’ve been planted into the sand, and you can’t move. You stand in the sand for a minute before you end up walking away, back to your spot.

You grab the book again after you failed miserably, and you still can’t focus.

When you get back to the hotel, you take a shower before changing to go out to dinner. You can take as long as you like, no one is waiting for you and you have time before your reservation. You dress up nicely, and put on some light makeup. Although you’re having dinner alone, you try your best to look pretty for yourself.

You’re in the restaurant just in time, looking at the varied menu and trying to decide what you’ll eat. Your eyes are so focused on the menu, that you fail to notice how the waiter walks by, but he isn’t alone. A manly voice causes you to look up, “Yes, I’m with her.”

You furrow your brows, until you notice the well dressed man that’s next to the waiter and it’s the same man from the beach. He’s dressed appropriately for this environment, a white button down shirt with black slacks– Nothing too extraordinary but you really can’t expect much from a man. A mischievous smirk comes to your lips as you’re about to tell the waiter that this man isn’t with you, but he takes a seat across from you at the table before you’re able to tell the waiter that he isn’t with you. The waiter stands there and asks, “Is he with you, ma’am?”

“We are together, right, honey?” The man across from you speaks so endearingly, and you end up sighing before nodding to the waiter. This is better than having dinner alone. The waiter ends up giving the man the menu before walking away. You keep looking at the menu, and you sit in silence for a minute before you open your mouth to speak,

“Why are you here? To ruin my peace?” You give him the same attitude that he gave you at the beach. You look up from the menu to see his pursed lips as he looks around the place. He doesn’t say anything to you, making you click your tongue. “What’s your name anyway?”

“Toji.” He answers. You close the menu, setting it down on the table. You put your elbows on the table and rest your head between your hands. You look at him, and he looks back at you with furrowed brows because he’s unsure of what you’re doing. You then introduce yourself, telling him your first name.

“Why did you join me?” You ask him and he shrugs. “I’ll call the waiter.”

“Just wanted to eat here and forgot that you needed a reservation.” He’s quick to speak. “It’s my last night here so… I saw the pretty girl from the beach and decided she could do me a favor.”

“Pretty girl from the beach? The same one that you gave so much attitude to?” You respond, and for some odd reason he ends up chuckling. “I expect you to at least pay your half of the bill.”

“I’ll pay it all if it makes you happy.” He tells you, motioning for the waiter to come over. You try to read him but you can’t. You’re usually great at reading people but the man in front of you is indecipherable. You can’t help but accept since after all, it’s because of your reservation that he’ll be eating. When the waiter is at your table, Toji orders, “Bring me the best bottle of… One of your fancy wines, for my lady.”

“A merlot, please. Just one you recommend, nothing expensive.” You end up telling the waiter, and he nods in response. You open the menu and your eyes begin to scan the items, once again. Everything in the menu looks so good that picking one item is difficult. You then ask, “Is everything on the table? Or do you have a budget?”

“Get whatever you want.” Toji tells you. Although you were already going to get whatever you wanted. He adds, “Order multiple things if you can’t decide.”

“Aren’t you kind?” You respond. You do see a couple of things that catch your eye, but you’ll just order one of the many options because you aren’t too hungry, plus you don’t want to take advantage of him. “What are you thinking of ordering?”

“Hmm… How about the steak?” He comments, and you furrow your brows. You look at the selection of steaks and respond,

“Which one?” And he ends up shrugging. You end up recommending one to him and he ends up nodding in response. The waiter comes back with your bottle, unscrewing it and handing Toji the cork. The man doesn’t know what to do with it so he just sets it down on the table. The waiter fills your wine glasses and then takes your orders– And to your surprise, Toji orders multiple dishes.

You bring your glass up to your lips and take a small sip before you ask Toji, “So what do you do? I mean, you do know the food here is pretty expensive.”

“And? What does that have to do with anything?” His voice hints at his annoyance, and you aren’t exactly sure how to respond. You open and close your mouth a couple of times as you gather which words to use. You awkwardly smile.

“I’m just asking because you seem to earn a lot of money, since you are paying for this dinner and you ordered quite a lot of things.” You tell him. “Well… If you don’t want to share, that’s fine.”

“What do you do?” He asks in response. You deem it unfair since he doesn’t give you an answer, but you still give him an answer.

“I’m an account manager.”

“Ah, so you’re a smart woman.” Toji replies, and for some reason your face gets warm. You’re not often told that you’re smart, so you’re caught off guard by the compliment. You smile at him. “So you make good money? I mean, this place isn’t cheap.”

“I can say the same thing about you.” You say. You intend to change the topic since you don’t want to keep talking about you and your job when he avoids answering the same question. You think of what to ask since you dread sitting in silence– You choose to go with the basics because apart from his name, you know nothing. You don’t really have to get to know him but it’d be nice, especially since he's buying you dinner.  “How old are you?”

“Didn’t your parents teach you that asking a gentleman his age is rude?” He responds, and you end up rolling your eyes. You watch him grab the bottle of wine and fill up his glass again, and you hadn’t noticed how he drank it all so fast. He nearly fills it to the brim, nearly emptying the bottle. When he puts the bottle down he asks, “How about you? How old are you?”

“Don’t you think it’s unfair how you’re not answering but you expect me to answer the same questions?” You tell him, and he ends up shrugging.

“If you don’t want to answer, that’s fine.” He looks completely unbothered. “I don’t itch for answers. A little mystery is fun anyway.”

“Hmm…? Is that why you won’t tell me anything about you?” You question, and he shrugs again. You take a sip from your glass, your eyes glued to him; you feel that if you take your eyes off him for a minute, something will happen. You’re not sure if it's good or bad, but you don’t want to risk anything bad.

“You’ve only asked two questions.” Toji points out. Your middle and index finger tap against the table cloth, your gaze focused on him as you think of what question to ask next.

“Alright then–” You open your mouth but quickly shut it. You do so a couple of times before you finally come up with a question, “What’s your favorite movie?”

“Inglourious Basterds.” He finally answers a question, which leaves you satisfied. You’ve never heard of the movie though, so you can’t exactly judge him based on that alone. “See, I answered a question so don’t accuse me of not telling you a single detail about me.”

“I guess.” You say before a chuckle leaves your lips. You hear his stomach growl, and you hold back on laughing. It’s nothing funny but for some reason today that’s not the case. “No wonder you ordered so much.”

“Yeah…” He responds. He continues sipping on the wine, and you notice how he’s nearly drunk the whole bottle, which makes you conclude that he likes the wine.

“Did you like the wine? Want to order another bottle?” You suggest, and he ends up shaking his head– You assume that it’s for the second question because he seems to be liking the beverage just fine. As you think of what else to ask, the food gets to your table.

You have nothing else to ask anyway, so you’re glad that the food is in front of you because you don’t have to fill up the awkward silence. You quietly eat, and you watch as he devours the food, demonstrating his hunger.  You almost tell him to slow down to not choke, but you stay quiet. 

“Will you have enough room for dessert?” You ask him, and he raises his brows. He finishes chewing the food that he has in his mouth and grabs his glass, drinking so the liquid helps him wash down the food. He shakes his head and clears his throat before speaking,

“Not planning on dessert. I don’t care for sweet shit.” He informs you. While you usually order dessert, this time you’ll opt out because he’s paying and you don’t want him to pay more for that. You can eat something sweet tomorrow, and more during the week. “You can order some dessert if you’d like.”

“Not really craving anything, thank you.” You sheepishly smile. Your mouth was watering at the dessert options earlier, but you don’t want him to pay more than he has to. This isn’t a date.

You watch as he pats his pockets, and you pinch the bridge of your nose, sighing, knowing what’s about to happen. You tilt your head to the side before irritatedly asking, “Let me guess? You left your wallet?”

“You won’t believe it…” He answers, and you roll your eyes. Of course. You should’ve known– It’s a good thing that what you ordered wasn’t too expensive, however his share… It’s a good thing that you can pay for it all. Although it’s way costlier than what you had planned. “I can pay you back at the hotel.”

“Are we staying in the same hotel?” You ask him, and he tells you the name of the hotel that he’s staying at, which happens to be the same one that you’re staying in. You end up agreeing, “You can pay me your half of the dinner.”

“Alright… Did you come here in a taxi? I can take us back to the hotel.” He offers, and you cross your arms. You look him up and down, and while you were thinking about how handsome he looks, you find him less handsome every second. You would’ve been alright with paying for dinner in the very beginning, but the excuse that he lost his wallet makes you disenchanted by the man. 

“What? Like in a taxi? Do I need to remind you that you don’t have your wallet?” You respond, and he shakes his head.

“I rented a car, so you don’t have to worry about a taxi fare.” He assures you, however, you’re still hesitant about accepting. Having dinner with a stranger is one thing, getting into his car and letting him drive you back to your hotel is another. You know nothing about Toji and every important question about his personality went unanswered. You have no idea what his job is.

“It’s not smart for me to say yes to that.” You confess, and he furrows his eyebrows in confusion.

“What’s the difference between me and a taxi? You don’t know a cab driver, at least you got to have dinner with me. Plus you don’t have to pay me.” He tells you, and while he does have a point, that’s their job. Toji taking you back to the hotel isn’t his job– That you know of. Additionally, you’re not sure if he’s in the right state to drive considering that he’s drunk nearly a whole bottle of wine by himself. He does look unaffected by it though.

“Yeah, it’d be unfair if I had to pay you after I paid for your dinner.” You point out, and he ends up chuckling. You got him there. You think of what to do, and as you do that, the waiter comes to your table and asks,

“Can I interest you in some dessert?” And you shake your head in response. Even though you can get the dessert, you’re already too scared to see the check. He looks at the table, and no food is left so he doesn’t have to offer any boxes. “I’ll be right back with the check.”

“So… What do you think? Do you want to go back to the hotel with me?” Toji asks, and you cross your arms. You bite your bottom lip, and really think about the benefits of going back to the hotel with him, and then the possible consequences. The consequences outweigh the benefits, and you’re about to turn down the offer until the check is placed on the table. You grab to see the cost, and it’s three times more expensive than what you had planned. You’re lucky that you can pay for it but you hate that you have to pay for it. You look at each item that was ordered and the cost, and everything is so ridiculously expensive. It seems the waiter didn’t listen to you when you said not to bring the most expensive bottle of merlot because the price of the bottle is certainly very pricey; worst of all, you can’t insist that the bottle wasn’t to your liking or anything along those lines because the man across from you nearly drank it all.

“Yeah.” You end up sighing. You might as well save money for the ride. You open your purse and get out your wallet. You look for the card that you’re going to pay with, and you feel as he watches you look through your many cards to pick one to pay. “I really hope that you’ll pay me back.”

“Of course I will, gorgeous. I’m a man of my word.” He says as you pick the card. You roll your eyes at the nickname, even if a few minutes ago you would’ve melted over it. Toji is just your type, and maybe if he had used the nickname a few minutes earlier, you would’ve happily paid for dinner and would have gladly accepted the ride back home. He didn’t play his cards right.

“I hope you are.”

You pay, you sign the receipt and then you leave the restaurant with him. Your opinion of him slightly changes, and your opinion begins to shit… Maybe he can actually pay you completely back. He rented a sports car that you assume cost a fortune per day. Either he actually has money and truly forgot his wallet, or he’s reckless with his money. You were starting to be disappointed by him, thinking the worst of him, but now the negative thoughts about him are leaving just by looking at his car. And now instead of thinking the worst of him, you’re starting to think positively. 

The fact that your opinion changes just because of the car he chose to rent makes you feel shallow. It should be an indicator that he’s irresponsible with his money, but you’re not looking at it like that. And he doesn’t give you the chance to judge him because he opens the door to the shiny red convertible. You smile at him, “Thank you.”

He wastes no time in getting in the driver’s seat and leaving back to the hotel. Although he usually chooses to be quiet in car rides, he can’t choose that right now. He wonders what to say first, he has to flatter you but he can’t make it obvious what he’s trying to do. He clears his throat before asking, “Why did you choose your job? I mean, I’d expect you to choose something else.”

“Something else? Like what?” You question, wondering what he means by it. You wonder what kind of profession he thought you were in– You wonder what kind of vibes you give off.

“Hmm… In my experience, pretty girls aren’t smart. I thought you were going to be like a… Uh.. Upcoming actress or a model of sorts.” He answers, and you smile like an idiot, flattered by his words. Toji isn’t exactly a charming man, but his looks make up for anything that he does wrong. 

“I think anyone can do my job.” You end up replying. You clear your throat before you tell him, “Thank you though.”

“Are you staying here for long?” He then asks, and unlike in the restaurant, he’s talkative. It should be a sign but you don’t look at it like that.

“For a week. Finally getting some time off after what feels like forever.” You awkwardly laugh after your response. “How about you? For how long did you stay?”

“Just a couple days.” He shares. His last night here is your first, and had you known that, you wouldn’t have tried to go up to him at the beach. Maybe that would’ve also avoided the whole situation at the restaurant.

“Are you here for business? Or just vacationing?” You ask him. He won’t give you the answer to what his job is but maybe his answer will give you an idea of what his job is.

“Business.” He answers but he doesn’t say anything after. He doesn’t care to elaborate and you’re not going to push him about it, assuming that he’ll give you the same response that he gave you in the restaurant. He does seem more talkative now, so you expected more from his answer. “I don’t think I told you how beautiful you look. That color compliments your skin.”

“Thank you…” You know what he’s trying to do but you push the thought to the back of your head and allow yourself to be wooed by the man. It’s only working because Toji looks like the perfect man. Your eyes search for a wedding ring, simply out of curiosity, and maybe because you want something else to happen when you get back to the hotel. His ring finger is bare, but you still ask, “I’m assuming that you’re single because of all the compliments.”

“Even if I wasn’t, you should know how pretty you look.” He responds, and you stare at his side profile while he drives. His eyes focused on the road ahead of him, not really wanting to risk an accident happening in an area that he’s unfamiliar with. You take in every detail, and you can’t believe that even his side profile looks perfect. 

In your mind, you begin a guessing game of his age. He could be in his late twenties, but he could also be in his late forties. You almost feel ashamed to ask for his age again, but when you remember that you paid for dinner, the shame goes away and you once again ask, “How old are you?”

“I’ll tell you that I’m in my thirties.” He answers. He’s definitely older than you by a couple of years– Could be four or could be thirteen. He proceeds to ask the question back to you, and you don’t respond. You smile before saying,

“Didn’t they tell you not to ask a lady her age?” And it causes him to chuckle. 

“Look who doesn’t want to answer questions now.” He points out. You continue conversing, his occasional flirting making you feel butterflies. You fail to notice that you’re in the parking lot of the hotel until he tells you, “I don’t want to go inside yet.”

“Hmm…?” You look around to find that you’re in the parking lot. You got lost in conversation, and you find it funny that after barely talking in the restaurant, he talked to you on the ride back to the hotel. There’s a voice in the back of your head that’s telling you his exact plan, but you’re ignoring it. Maybe he just needed a little to drink to loosen up and start talking. “We can continue chatting inside…”

“You’re right. So I can pay you back.” He says, and you nod in response. You exit the car, and he walks with you to the hotel. You get to the elevator, and he clicks on the floor of his room. You don’t really say a word, you just smile at each other, and he steps closer to you. His lips meet your soft ones in a short kiss. There’s a smirk on his face when he pulls away, and you bring your lips up to his again. You repeat the action a couple of times until the elevator doors open.

When you’re finally on the floor of his room, his hand goes to the small of your back as he guides you to the room. As he opens the door he makes sure you know, “It’s not really organized, so don’t be surprised.”

“It’s fine.” You assure him as you walk into the room. Before you get to actually look around in the room, he spins you around, his lips going down to meet yours. You want to act surprised, but you came here for this. If you had come just for the money, you would’ve waited outside. You both know that you aren’t here to talk.

His tongue enters your mouth, pressing against your own. Your hands go up his chest to meet behind his neck, while you’re stepping closer to the bed. When you’re at the edge of the bed, you finally stop moving. You pull away from the kiss, your fingers unbuttoning his white shirt. You’re missing buttons since you do so hurriedly. It’s getting frustrating for both of you until you finally rip open the shirt, some buttons flying off. Your hands then go down to his belt. You unbuckle it and push his pants down before getting on your knees. 

You smile, looking up at him as you pull down his boxers. You lick your lips as you look at his length. Your eyes go back to his face while your lips begin to kiss along his shaft. He’s watching you attentively as you tease him. With every kiss he grows more and more impatient.

Your tongue finally licks up from the base of his cock up to the tip. Your tongue begins to circle around the tip, his precum getting on your tongue. You’re watching him intently as he bites down his bottom lip. Your mouth finally wraps around his cock, taking as much as you can.

He finally lets out a low groan as he feels your mouth wrapped around his cock. Earlier today he knew that he’d end the night with someone, but he didn’t think it was going to be the woman that he met at the beach. It’s a good thing that you’re pretty, and it’s a better thing that your mouth feels so fucking good– Not to even mention that you paid for his very expensive dinner. Your hands go up to stroke the part that doesn’t fit in your mouth.

“Oh, fuck–” He moans in pleasure as you bob your head. You look at how he shuts his eyes and throws his head back. You stop stroking his cock, and your mouth fully takes every inch in your mouth, even when you gag. He moans again, and your hands ride up your dress to push your panties to the side and play with yourself. And while Toji isn’t a man to give many praises, he can’t shut his mouth tonight, “Your mouth feels so fucking good–”

Your fingers run through your folds, and you get them wet enough before you begin to play with your clit. Just hearing the subtle noises that he tries to suppress drives you wild, but it’s getting harder for him to contain himself but your mouth just feels so good especially when you take every inch in your mouth. Your eyes well up with tears, and you finally take your mouth off his cock when you need to take a breath. 

Your free hand strokes his cock a couple of times before your mouth wraps around it again. You’re moaning around his cock as you touch yourself. Toji doesn’t notice that you’re toying with your pussy until now, finally looking down at you to find what you’re doing and it’s almost enough to make him come. 

“Oh, you're really enjoying this, huh? You like sucking my cock?” Toji asks, and he grabs the back of your head and pulls your head back. A string of saliva connects your lips to his cock. Your makeup is already ruined, and Toji loves that. He smirks, “I’m not a nice guy, sweetheart.”

“What?” You respond. His hand goes to his cock and he begins to stroke his cock.

“Just play with yourself, alright?” He orders, and you do as he says. Your fingers continue playing with your clit, then they move  through your folds and you make sure your index and middle finger are wet enough before you push them inside of you. You watch as he fucks his fist, his eyes looking down at you and watching as you touch yourself. And he makes sure to comment on how good you look, “Oh God, you’re so pretty. You’re a pretty little slut.”

You exaggerate your moans as you play with yourself. Your thumb swipes over your clit repeatedly, and your eyes are rolling to the back of your head. He has to bite down his lip since you’re loud enough for him as well. God, you look so fucking pretty as you finger yourself, and he’s glad that he’s ending his night and his time here with you. He holds his breath for a moment before he orders you to, “Stick your tongue out.”

You do as he says, sticking it as far out as you can and shutting your eyes. You take your fingers out and stop playing with yourself. He mutters a “fuck” before his cum coats your face. Barely any lands on your tongue, most of it going to other areas of your face, mostly landing on your lids. It’ss so much fucking cum. He hands you something and tells you, “Wipe your face.”

You swallow the bit of cum that’s on your tongue while you wipe the rest of his semen with the cloth that he handed you. When you open your eyes, you see that he gave you his white button-down shirt to clean your face up, which makes you chuckle. 

He helps you up from the floor before his lips meet yours in a passionate kiss. His hands roam around your body, looking for the zipper of your dress. Once he finds it, he doesn’t waste any time in unzipping it and letting your dress fall to the floor. 

His lips then go to your neck, kissing and leaving marks on the flesh of the area. He gets to your breasts and his hand reaches behind to unclasp your bra, and once he slides it off, his mouth wraps around your nipple. He doesn’t focus too much on it, kissing between your breasts to then wrap around the other nipple. His fingers pinch your other nipple, and you bite down your lip and you throw your head back. 

He grabs your throat and his lips land on yours again. There’s so much of you to kiss but he only has a pair of lips. When he pulls away again, he pushes you onto the bed. He gets on the floor and spreads your legs apart. He begins by kissing your cunt then licking up your folds. His tongue then focuses on your clit.

Two fingers begin to tease your entrance. You’re looking down at his hair while he eats you out. Your fingers run through his hair, and you grip when he finally inserts his thick fingers inside of you. Your fingers really can’t compare to his. 

Toji begins to hum, telling you how he’s enjoying this. He fucking loves the taste that’s on his tongue, and he’s glad that of all people he could’ve picked, he chose you. He doubts he would’ve had this much fun with someone else… He doubts any other foolish woman would’ve paid for his half of the dinner.

He curves his fingers, and it feels like he knows your body. As if he touches it every night– The pads of his fingers press against your sweet spot, and it causes your eyes to roll to the back of your head. 

“Oh, Toji, it’s so good.” You moan. His free hand goes up to your thigh and his nails dig into your skin as you moan his name. It doesn’t take too long for your orgasm to build up, that pressure builds up on your lower abdomen.

He sucks on your clit, and as he hears how you get louder and he detaches himself from your cunt. He looks up at you, watching you succumb to please. His thumb plays with your clit while he comments, “Your pussy tastes so fucking good. Best pussy I’ve ever had.”

“Hmmm… Toji…” He watches your chest as your breathing gets heavy. 

“You look so pretty.” He can’t help but say. His eyes are glued to your face, watching every single one of your expressions. God, he’s so focused that he nearly misses your orgasm– But he’s so thankful he doesn’t as liquid gushes out of you. His eyes light up and a smirk comes to his face. “Oh you nasty slut. You’re a fucking squirter.”

You feel your face get warm of embarrassment, and when you’re about to tell him that you aren’t since it’s the first time it happens, he takes his fingers out and slaps your cunt twice and you’re more embarrassed since you loudly moan. He slaps your cunt a couple more times, much gentler each time but you give him a louder reaction each time. He finally gets up from the floor, his hand going to your face, squishing your cheeks beforehis lips meet yours again in a rough kiss. When he pulls away, he orders you to, “Open your fucking mouth.”

You do as he says and stick your tongue out once again. He brings his lips together and he spits in your mouth, and you’re completely grossed out but when you think about how his dick was in your mouth and you swallowed his cum, it doesn’t seem so bad. You swallow his spit and then smile at him. He squeezes your face and then says, “Oh, you’re so fucking beautiful.”

“Hmmm… Thank you.” You respond. “You’re not too bad yourself, Toji.”

“I need you to turn around and bend over.” Toji says, and you don’t waste a second. Your upper body presses against the bed while your ass is up in the air. Toji smacks your ass before he grabs his cock and strokes it a couple of times. You feel the tip run through your folds. Your hands grip the bed sheets as he pushes his dick into you. He does so slowly, and when he bottoms out, he gives you a minute to adjust to his size. 

Toji has to get adjusted to the way you feel around him… So warm… So tight– Fucking perfect. His hands go to your hips, his nails digging into your skin. He begins to move, and your eyes roll to the back of your head. You didn’t think he’d feel this good inside you. He has just the perfect size too. You feel as his hand strikes against your ass a couple of times, causing you to moan with each slap.

“Your pussy feels so fucking good.” He says through gritted teeth. He’s gotten around, and he’s never felt so good before. Maybe it’s because it’s what he has at his hands and he doesn’t remember the last time he was with someone else. He mutters under his breath, “Fuck… Such a good little cunt.”

“It’s so good, Toji!” You’re much louder than he is, but you can’t control yourself. His cock hits all the right spots, and your head is buried into the mattress. You’re not the type of woman that usually does this, but you’re glad you’re doing it. He fits perfectly inside of you, and you’re in cloud nine with each of his movements.

Your hand goes under to play with your clit as you keep moaning his name over and over again. He’s making your body feel so fucking good, and it’s the same for him. You’re making a mess all over his cock, and he’s loving it, “You’re a nasty slut.”

When you slightly raise your head his arm reaches over, his finger hooking under your cheek and pulling and it drives you wild. Toji’s thrusts keep picking up speed, and you’re meeting his thrusts half way. Your walls tighten around him, and it takes everything in him to not lose control. “God, I love your sweet little pussy.”

“Oh god–” You’re practically yelling and he takes his finger out of your mouth. You keep your head pressed against the mattress. His name comes muffled coming from your lips as the mattress drowns them out. You finally reach your climax, your legs quivering and thankfully Toji holds on to you so you don’t tumble over. 

He keeps cursing over and over again, the man is nearly out of breath. His thrusts get sloppy. You feel so nice around him… He really wants to stay buried deep inside your pussy; he just wants to fill you up with his cum because one thing that Toji loves is a creampie. 

Just as he’s about to come, he pulls out and finishes on your ass, a loud groan leaving his lips. Before he throws himself on the bed, he picks up the same shirt and throws it at your back so you grab it to wipe the cum that’s on your ass. You lay down on the bed for a moment, right next to him, a sigh escaping your lips. 

“You’re a great fuck.” You comment. Toji’s head turns to look at you, his brows furrowing. A sheen sheet of sweat covers your body, your chest heavy as you regulate your breathing. He’s wondering what you’re still doing here. He’s gathering the words for how to properly kick you out of his room. He doesn’t like cuddling or having a woman stay for the night after sex unless the factor of money is in play. Just as he opens his mouth to speak, he remembers exactly why you’re here. He needs to pay you back.

His hand goes to your cheek, and he caresses your face. His lips go in for a kiss, and you don’t hesitate in kissing him back. You feel as his free hand begins to feel up your body again. When he pulls away he says, “You are too.”

You continue kissing, your body moving, getting on top of him. When your knees are on either side of him, you pull away. You smirk, looking down at him. Your hands run down his chest and you ask him, “Do you want more?”

He doesn’t respond, your lips going down to pepper his chest with kisses before you go to his neck. Your lips then land on his ear and you whisper, “I know you do.”

“Need to feel your pussy wrapped around me again.” Toji says, and your lips land on his again. Your tongue is more controlling this time, entering his mouth and pressing against his. His hand grabs his cock and he aligns it with your entrance. You moan into the kiss while Toji inserts himself into you. When every inch is inside you, he doesn’t move, and you think that he’s letting you adjust even though not too long ago he was buried inside you.

He doesn’t move at all, and you pull away from the kiss. He tells you, “If you want it so bad, you can work for it.”

“Pretty stupid that you told me you wanted to feel me wrapped around your dick again.” You comment, your hands using his chest as support as you begin to bounce on his dick. You finally get to look at his face while he’s inside you.

There’s a smug look on his face while his hands travel from your back to grip your ass. You’re moving back and forth on his cock, hitting the right spot that makes you feel so fucking good. Toji’s praising you, telling you how good you feel around him.  And while he enjoyed the view of your ass in your first position, he likes looking at your face better. Face filled with pleasure as his cock fills you up. 

Your movements were already slow in the beginning, they get even slower since you tire out quickly. Toji teases you, “Tired? Already?”

“Please move, Toji.” You ask him, pouting your lips. He chuckles before he begins to do the work for you. You curse over and over again since his thrusts are rapid at least compared to the speed that you had set.

Your hand goes down to play with your clit. Your pussy begins to tighten around him, and he has to bite down his lip to not let out an animalistic noise. You throw your head back, arching your back as you shut your eyes, “Fuck, it’s so good.”

It’s all too much for you to handle. You stop playing with yourself when you’re near the edge. 

“You’re so tight.” He says through gritted teeth. When you’re nearly coming you tell him,

“Finish inside me.” And it causes him to raise a brow, almost smirking.

“You on birth control, pretty girl? Wouldn’t want to knock you up.” Toji responds, and you shake your head.

“No, not on birth control.” You lie. You’re on birth control but for some reason lying fits better the situation– And you know that he likes the lie because he fucks you better, or maybe it’s that feeling that’s almost taking over you that makes it feel like that.

“Oh? You want a stranger to knock you up?” He questions, a taunting tone in his voice. His hand goes up to your face and he squeezes your cheeks with his index and middle finger, and his thumb. “You’re a stupid little bitch.”

And as the insult leaves his lips, you reach your high. Toji lets go of your face, his hands going to your hips and holding on to you. 

“If you want my cum so bad, I’ll give it to you.” He somehow fucks you with more vigor. It makes you realize that your lie was the right move. “But you’ll be on your own.”

You don’t object, barely listening to what he says. You don’t care too much since you’re on birth control, and you’re not getting off him until he finishes. He groans, closing his eyes as he finishes inside you, his warm cum filling you up.

You stay on top of him until he pulls you up and lays you down beside him. He can’t do his usual routine since he doubts that you’ve forgotten so easily about the money that he has to pay you back. And while Toji isn’t a man that cuddles, he has no option but to when you move closer and lay your head on his chest.

He warns you, “Don’t think this means anything.”

“I’m not an idiot.” You chuckle, and he can’t help but disagree. If you weren’t, you wouldn’t be laying down here. You sit up and walk to the bathroom to clean yourself off, and while Toji would take this opportunity to run away, he’s staying in this room. He just has to continue playing the act. While you’re in the bathroom, he puts on his underwear. 

“I really wanted to believe that you had actually forgotten your wallet when I saw your car.” You say as you walk out of the bathroom. You begin to get dressed. Toji furrows his eyebrows, confused by what you’re trying to say. Before he can ask about it, you ask, “Will you go to the beach with me? Just to walk.”

“Isn’t it cold?” He asks, and you shrug.

“Shouldn’t you do whatever I ask? You do know that I paid for dinner… And we both know that you aren’t paying me back.” You point out and Toji’s eyes widen before a smirk comes to his face. Maybe you aren’t an idiot. “I thought you would at first when I saw your car, but then we got to the elevator and while you weren't all that interested in me all night, you kissed me.”

“Well that doesn’t say anything.” Toji responds as he looks for clothes to change into. After all, he isn’t going to pay you back so he has to do whatever you ask. He’s lucky that he’s in his room and that he has a lot of clothes with him, otherwise he would have to walk out shirtless. You pause to stare at him before you chuckle.

“So you’re going to pay me back? Is that why you’re changing?” You question, and he stays silent. When you’re both changed, he looks in his suitcase for something, and then he throws something your way. You look at the soft item that he threw your way, and nearly smile when you realize it’s a jacket. You put it on and you both walk out of the hotel.

The hotel is right by the beach so thankfully you don’t have to walk much. When you’re in the sand, you take off your shoes because your feet are nearly yelling at you for wearing heels for so long. Toji walks beside you, his hands in his pockets as he stares around. The beach looks like a completely different place at this hour.

“Why did you give me a jacket? I was fine earlier without one.” You speak up since you can’t stand the silence for too long, especially since the question bugs your mind. You look at him, his hands in his pockets and eyes staring off into the distance.

“Least I could do since I’m not paying you back.” He responds, and you laugh.

“Did you like the food at the very least?” You ask, and he shrugs, which isn’t the response that you were expecting. By the way he devoured the food, you were expecting a nod at the very least. But Toji isn’t the most expressive person, that’s what you can gather from tonight. “At the very least the wine, you did almost drink the whole bottle.”

“Not a big fan of alcohol. Doesn’t do anything to me and it tastes awful” He answers, and you come to stop, which causes him to come to a stop as well. He raises a brow before asking, “Is there something wrong?”

“You almost drank the whole bottle.” You point out.

“Because it was expensive. I wasn’t going to let it go to waste.” He replies, and you have to fight back from rolling your eyes. What’s done is done and you can’t force get the drink back. Although you’re irritated that he decided to drink almost everything. He clears his throat before asking, “Did you want to talk about anything specific? I’m kind of tired and have an early flight tomorrow.”

“Um… No.” You shake your head. The wind that blows sends a chill down your spine and Toji sighs. He throws his arm over you and you two begin to walk back to the hotel. 

“I guess… Thank you for dinner.” Toji tells you, and for some reason it brings a smile to your face. It’s the most basic thing. “It was nice meeting you here.”

“You have yet to apologize for being rude at the beach today.” You point out, and he doesn’t say anything in response. Toji isn’t the type of man that easily apologizes, even if he’s in the wrong. When he doesn’t say anything else, you tell him,

“It was nice meeting you too.”

I don’t know shit about cars but I do know that this man needs to be real so I can be messing up his leather seat asap

I’d learn how to fix cars just to be under the hood like this⬆️

Need sukuna in racer au 😩

REWARDS FROM A RACER

a/n: more of smut than him being a racer …. im not opposed to doing a ‘how they met’ ngl

wc: 2.1k

warnings: ooc sukuna, dom!sukuna, lewd declarations in public, he’s a little mean and calls you ‘whore’, ‘slut’, praise, degradation, pet names, car sex, semi-public sex, oral (m! receiving), light face-fucking, unprotected sex, riding, p → v penetration, clit stimulation, dash of daddy kink, creampie / breeding kink, n*sfw under the cut

“doll, c’mon, we don’t have much time till the race starts.” 

“i know, ’kuna! give me a minute, ’m just tightening the screws on the crankshaft.” you already hear the joke from miles away, a soft chuckle comes after he mumbles “heh, shaft” and you resist the urge to roll your eyes while stifling a smile. it seems like sukuna had enough of waiting for you in the driver’s seat, so he meets you at the front of the car where the hood is popped.

if anyone told you sukuna was someone who would’ve made time for anyone else but himself, you would laugh in their face because when had ryomen “king of curses” sukuna ever thought about anyone but himself? he had all that he could have: a ’66 Ford GT40 (that he named king of curses — a tad bit goofy, he knows), girls on his arm, first place for every race he took part in. he was untouchable.

but during a night in the midst of a drag race he saw you outside a club, barely catching a glimpse of you shoving off a man who couldn’t take no for an answer. he wasn’t surprised to see kenjaku — another racer from another region and someone who he had an infamous rival with — laugh when he had come to your rescue, cut off when the king of curses landed a clean hit to the other’s face. sukuna made sure you were okay after the whole debacle, but he also fucked you silly to show you how a man should really be treating you.

it was the only race he ever lost.

“sometimes i forget how much shit you put up with when you’re with me,” sukuna grins, a sneaky hand moving from your waist to your ass to squeeze it, “fixing my engine like an obedient little girl.”

you simply turn to him with a bored expression, but you can’t deny the throb between your legs when he talks to you like that, “glad you’re self aware, ’kuna.”

“smart mouth you have there, hm?” sukuna pulls you even closer against his front and you can already feel the half-hard bulge there. he’s always hard before a race, too. that you know, because it’s an emerging characteristic of his that you’re not opposed to because sukuna ends up pounding into you in his driver’s seat once the race is finished. he just can’t help the adrenaline, can’t he?

“guess i’ll just have to ruin you,” sukuna cuts off your next reply with a messy kiss, swallowing the soft moans that leave your mouth at the temporary relief you’re getting from grinding on him, “later.”

you scoff, feigning annoyance, “yeah, yeah, i know. you never miss a race.”

sukuna just smiles, smacking your ass slyly and makes his way to the driver’s seat before you have time to gasp, simply raising an eyebrow (“don’t tell me you didn’t like that?”) when you slap his chest later in the passenger seat.

“oh god, he’s going to do that thing again right?” beside you are the other more prominent racers of tokyo, the famous four excluding sukuna. gojo is the one who asked the question, nudging you with a grin that’s got you groaning into your hands. slowly, you nod.

across from you is sukuna in his Ford GT40, shouting with his windows rolled down, “i’m gonna fuck you so good after i win this race, princess!” and while you’re turned on at the prospect, you’re also wincing at how everyone whoops and cheers because he does this in every race. it never gets old, though, just as the laughter of the other four floods your ears.

“do you really have to scream it every time?” you lean down to the window once the two cars are at the starting line, running a hand through his mildly sweaty locks. his perspiration is a little pink from the dye he’s used to top up the colour of his hair and you jokingly wipe your wet hands on his top.

sukuna grabs your wrist, pulling you gently to give you a noisy, sloppy kiss, his words whispered against your lips, “they have to know how you scream every night.”

you tsk with a laugh, hand reaching down to palm his dick that makes him grunt, “give ’em hell, baby.”

and he definitely makes the other wish he never was born. sukuna likes to play dirty, bumping into the rear of the other when he’s behind, sending a middle finger to the racer when he passes him, it’s part of why your boyfriend tends to prefer solitude because he’s not on everyone’s good side.

with skidding tires, sukuna finishes with a dashing grin, but he’s so focused on you that he doesn’t realise the crowd around him, some reaching forward to congratulate him, others wanting to touch his car. the racer barks out before anyone can violate his ride.

“oi, you fuckin’ idiots dare touch my car and i swear i’ll fuck up yours.”

beside you, geto mutters out a yeesh while gojo just giggles, patting your shoulder before you bid goodbye to the famous four. the crowd makes way for you, naturally, when you walk towards his car, because what kind of mental person willingly dates sukuna? they follow your figure as you make your way to him, swaying your hips for everyone to see, but you hardly care when all you can fixate on is his promise to you before every race starts.

and all he does that night is fulfil his promise, whisking you away from the cramped parking lot and into the late tokyo roads, whizzing past street lamps and cop cars and howling at the top of his voice. he loves it, he loves you and you see it every time he drives you home after a late night race and every time he noisily drives up to you when someone’s bothering you.

sukuna loves your body, too, because all you know later on is his cock in your mouth on a quiet, remote mountain used for drifting. with the winter season approaching, it was desolate, except for the way your head bobs up and down on his length, which hardens even more inside your mouth.

“that’s it, fuckkk yes.” sukuna groans, a hand clutching onto the leather of his seat while the other finds purchase in your hair, pulling on your locks till it hurts. with his hips moving erratically paired with the soreness in your jaw, it’s really the only thing you can concentrate on in an awkward position while hovering over the stick shift. “suck like the dirty cockslut you are.”

“’kuna, mmfhh—!” your hands rush to find his thighs on a particularly deep thrust, tip hitting the back of your throat and you look up at sukuna through teary lashes and breathe through your nose before he lets you off briefly. but your mouth is too warm just like how your pussy feels and sukuna forces your head onto him again.

sukuna groans when he lets you do your own thing, mouth taking half of him while your hands help you with the other, alternating between taking sucking the bottom of his cock and lapping at his tip, continuing to flutter your lashes at him.

“stick out your tongue f’me, doll,” he manages to choke out a moan, grabbing his cock to slap it on your tongue (it’s so heavy that you moan), making lewd sounds before he starts thrusting again, feeling every inch of your mouth with no time to warn you of his impending orgasm until the car is filled with his incessant groans and grunts, hips faltering at how your mouth just keeps sucking. “fuck— i’m cumming.” sukuna spills unexpectedly, shooting his cum deep down your throat and you moan around his shaft. he’s not laughing now, focused solely on getting every last bit of cum into your system as he tilts his head back in utmost pleasure. 

“take all of it,” his movements slow down, admiring how you look like you worship him with a lax mouth and pleading eyes, and he knows you do, but before that he’s ensuring you know that his worship of you overtakes yours by miles, pulling you impatiently to his seat before dragging your panties to the side. the other likes it when you wear skirts, easy access he says, licking his lips in anticipation when he sees how the fabric sticks to your cunt from how wet you were, leaving a string of arousal that snaps once it’s far enough.

“well? what’re you waiting for?” sukuna raises an eyebrow, a small chuckle leaving him when you mumble out a i’m getting to it! as you gather the slick leaking from your needy pussy. the feel of his mushroom tip against your clit is gratifying and you line him up before sinking down slowly. even after taking him multiple times, his size always makes your eyes widen and jaw drop at the stretch, incoherent whimpers leaving as he watches you take all nine inches of him.

“s’kuna, f-fuck…” you wrap your arms around his neck, suddenly shy at being so spread open for him to see, “s’big, you’re so big!” he hums, pressing little kisses down the side of your face while kneading your ass, plush thighs nestled around his pelvis so cutely that he appreciates your brief pause before you start riding him — because he can’t resist cumming when he sees you crying on top of him, trying his best to prolong the way you feel around him.

“i know i’m big, but you’re taking me so well, aren’t you, baby?” sukuna coos, holding your eyes that struggle to stay open as you bounce on his thick cock, ass meeting his hips in noisy pap’s as you flood his car with whining pleas of him filling you to the brim. there’s a white ring of pre-cum at the base of his shaft where your juices mix, dripping down the hilt and onto his balls, definitely soaking his leather seats. “just a whore for me to fuck stupid, yea?”

you nod frantically, babbling to no one as you throw your head back, pussy clenching when his lips meet your tits and he sucks hard on your nipples, flicking his tongue around your buds before moving to the other. “got so t-tight from me doing that,” sukuna laughs, wrapping a hand ’round your chin to force you to look at him. lips pursed, eyes blown wide from his cock in your cunt, hair sticking to your forehead, he swear he could cum deep in you right there and then.

“you love how i stretch you out?” he then yanks your head down to make you watch how your pelvis meets his, juices spurting in all directions by how wet you were. it truly was a sight, how his cock disappears into you and reappears, thighs burning from how fast you were bouncing on him.

“love it s’much, daddy,” you whine, eyes rolling to the back of your skull as you grab his free hand, bringing it to your neglected clit that’s been throbbing all night, “but i n-need you here, s’kuna…” and when he starts to rub circles into your puffy clit, you jolt at the feeling, screaming out obscenities at the sensations that overwhelm your body. he knows you’re getting tired and close, too.

so he shocks you by thrusting up, your body immediately halting to receive the way he rails into you and while your muscles are still cramping, it’s infinitely better than riding him. with his thrusts and his hand on your clit, you can already feel the coil in your stomach turning as your body slumps against him, “daddy!”’s spilling from your lips with mixed wanton moans. “that’s it, a good little slut who’s taking daddy’s cock, fuck—”

“so warm, and tight,” within seconds, his thrusts are irregular when you start to clench around him again, high-pitched whines filling his ears before you reach your high with a slack jaw and trembling thighs, body lined with sweat. but it’s the way your cum leaks down his length that gets sukuna releasing after you, the familiar pleas of wanting his cum deep in your cunt. he does just that, grunting into your neck when his hips thrust deeply before he releases his hot, thick semen into your pussy, gushing out because there’s just so much.

“love it when i breed my girl,” he mutters with a laugh breathlessly while you’re moaning softly at how he’s still spilling into you, overflowing cum leaking from your cunt even when he’s still inside. sukuna grins when your hips never really stop, still continuing to grind aimlessly.

“love my sweet girl who can’t think of anything but getting fucked stupid.”