ORGANISM/ORGASM Suguru Geto

ORGANISM/ORGASM suguru geto

SUMMARY: who knew suguru geto, your average tall anti-social nerd around campus knew how to fuck and had a big dick? definitely not you.

CONTENT: f! reader, nerd! geto, pwp, college! au, dumbification, praise, switch!geto, degradation, impact play, pussywhipped geto, size kink, mating press, doggy, overstim, unprotected, whiney geto sort of, breath play, geto eating it from the back, (pet names: pretty girl, princess, baby)

WORD COUNT: 5.6k

NOTE: hi idk i was bored and i love dumbification. also i have nerd!geto brain rot bc of this sooo yeah @omgeto my beta reader thank u </3

“Are you like . . . stupid or something?”

Geto’s voice was a low rasp, he was growing irritated— as he should, you were wasting his time, unable to concentrate because every three seconds your eyes would flicker right near his bulge— it wasn’t your fault, he was wearing nothing but a black wrinkled frat hoodie with matching sweats— long dark locks lazily pulled up into a man bun. He’s eyeing you and it makes you nervous, you feel like he’s staring at you in other places but maybe that’s just your mind playing tricks on you.

“No, I’m not stupid,” you matched his irksome tone, a near defeated pout stretching against your sheeny glossed plump lips— a soft sigh exiting your mouth as your eyes scanned the dumb unanswered physiology packet. “This is stupid.”

“. . . No, it’s actually really easy,” Geto scoffs, his eyes flickering into a mere eye roll. He leans up close to you and grabs your hand in an attempt to guide you as you write— and he’s so close to you. You could smell his intoxicating manly cologne scent, a sweet balmy smell. “You’re just lazy. And you keep staring between my legs, I’m not an idiot, Y/n.”

Your eyes ultimately widened once he pointed it out, and you turned to see Geto staring right at you through his glass specs, raising his dark brows. “If you wanted me to fuck the knowledge into your brain, all you had to do was just use your words and ask, princess.”

“. . Huh?” You stammered, and his lewd comment completely caught you off guard. Geto sits upright, bouncing his right thigh as he leans against his palm— and he’s just staring straight at you, the air was thick, his gaze was practically telling you that you heard him.

“I think I figured out your problem,” he lowly sighs, taking the ballpoint pen— skimming his eye through the unanswered problems, some he already marked wrong— x after x, he swiftly shakes his head with a single click of his tongue before humming. “You don’t want my help, you want me.”

You furrow your eyebrows, watching Geto’s body language change— he stands up to stretch, cracking his knuckles, and he was so tall and broad, hard to think this guy was so antisocial— always in his own world, he could have been a type of athlete if he wanted, no one would have second guessed he’d be a nerd— yet here he was.

“What makes you say that?” You cleared your throat, darting your eyes away from him, his bulge was just out there— it was nearly impossible to not look, he wore matching black sweats, burying his hands into his pockets before he raised his chin a bit to look down at you as you sat in the chair.

“. . . You know,” he shrugs, adjusting his glasses for a moment, and again, his body language was so sexy, he didn’t slouch— yet at the same time he did, his gaze was forever on yours, rubbing his lips together for a moment before rolling his eyes. “I can read girls like you. Girls that only have the dirtiest things on their mind. You don’t wanna pass, you just want to feel good, is that right?”

His tone— it lowered and lowered, it was unintentionally natural but it was so attractive. The tiniest rasp in his voice, the mere bass that hid behind had you squeezing your thighs together underneath your skirt. He was right, who were you kidding. This was Geto’s third time tutoring you, and it would always end up the same— you miserably failing or getting things wrong, perhaps you were doing it on purpose— just to maybe tick him off a little. You always did find him easy on the eyes. Especially whenever he was slightly annoyed.

“Um,” you stammered, not knowing what to say— you felt your heart start to hysterically race, and just of course you felt yourself starting to throb, out of all times you’d get aroused now— just embarrassing, then again you were next to Suguru Geto, so you couldn’t exactly blame anyone but yourself, and of course, between your legs. “Well since we’re going over uh,” and you pause, glancing at the white sheet— dragging a nail down the thin paper, “orgasms— I mean— um, organisms, sorry.”

“Did you . . just say orgasms?” He chuckles lowly.

You couldn’t have felt any more embarrassed. How could you mix those two words up? Idiot idiot idiot.

“N-No, I didn’t,” you babbled, and your eyes meet his, he’s got a mere smug look plastered on his face, your own flusteredness fueling his pure and utter enjoyment, seeing you fumble over your sentences was quite adorable— Geto crossed his arms with a simple head shake motion. “Organisms and the um.. functions of it.”

“Uh huh,” he cocks his head to the right, not believing you for a split second. “Want me to teach you how orgasms in a woman’s body function instead?”

You blankly stared at him, shocked— not knowing how much of a dirty mouth he really had, you had to blink a few times, questioning if that’s what he really said, and he definitely said it, giving you a teasing eyebrow raise.

“. . . Yeah,” You nodded, in a frail weak voice— you didn’t apprehend how needy you sounded, Geto’s teasing only continued to make you throb more and more, clenching your thighs together, feeling the sheer fabric of your clothed skirt between your legs, you were so turned on— maybe you were just a dirty girl, screw physiology, you wanted to screw the nerd that was literally right next to you.

You couldn’t lie, throughout certain sessions, you sort of fantasized about Geto fucking you on his desk, lifting up your skirt and spanking you, imagining how mean he’d be— envisioning the nastiest things coming out of his mouth, so many dirty thoughts filled up your brain— it’s got you currently licking your lips, just thinking of it again before Geto lets off a sigh.

“Sure, you always did say you were a visual learner after all. Now lay flat on my desk and face forward.”

And yet— you found yourself bent over Geto’s desk like some college slut, your back in an almost perfect positioned arch, Geto’s lazy, he doesn’t care— he’s got your skirt just pulled up to the very waistline of your hips, you’re practically being shoved into the papers, your mouth slightly opens, lips parting and sweet melodic moans and whimpers leave out as he’s just slurping everything out of you—

Geto’s tongue . . . it was nothing you’ve ever come across before, so filthy, a rough big hand of his grips the right part of your ass, the very pad of his thumb caresses the sweet plushy skin before he spanks you and you whimper.

“Work on the problems while I eat you out,” he mutters in a gruff tone— you shiver marginally, feeling the tip of his tongue swirl against your folds, he had a rhythm— and it felt so good, you tried to reach for your pen but paused once you heard him starting to suck and suck deeply against your puffy clit. “Don’t listen and I’ll stop eating you out, simple.”

“S—Suguruuu,” you cried out, smothering your glossed up lips together, he‘s teasing you in a way, slowly grazing his tongue between your pussy, again and again— yet has it laying flat, you moaned, nearly losing composure from how sloppy he was— he was face deep, you felt the coldness of his glasses brush against your ass before he takes them off, gripping them with one hand— spanking you again with another.

“I didn’t tell you to say my name, dumb girl. I told you to work on the problems,” he grunts, and he’s got such imaginable skill— it’s got you dragging the top of your teeth softly against your bottom lip, he’s eliciting sweet whimper after whimper out of your throat— it’s purely euphoric, not even ten minutes passed and you felt that familiar sensation brewing up inside of you. “You’re dumb but you’re not that dumb, keep up princess.”

You’re just moaning your head off— Geto’s got your pussy laid on his mouth, you’re keeping the arch for him and you moan once more, feeling his warm breath fan against your cunt, his tongue’s creating such shapes against you— a plethora of shapes being made, maneuvering anywhere and everywhere and you’re just so numb. No match for his tongue at all. Supremely without a doubt.

“O—Okay,” you mumbled out in short tiny pants, dragging your right wrist towards you— making your eyes fixate towards the paper, scanning your words over the dumb problems— staring at the dump charts, the dumb anatomy— the functions of orgasms— organisms, and Geto’s just going crazy with his tongue, he’s got your legs shaking, trembling in utter want and need, such pleasure escaping your body, you’re practically being rocked against the wooden old desk. “F-Fuck I can’t concentrate, Suguru.”

“That’s kinda funny, heheh, when could you ever concentrate, hm, pretty girl?” He replies, and his voice is so sly— dripping with such desire and playfulness, it’s enough to get you wet. Soaking and dripping as if your poor pussy was having some sort of pathetic competition with a leaking faucet.

His words, so mean and tantalizing yet they kept reaching straight to your cunt, each and every time, the way he’d dumb you down with not only his words but his tongue— not to mention how every few second he’d kiss the very part of your ass with the palm of his hand, the sting making you whine, it feels so good— you’re trying to maintain focus but you just can’t, he’s making it so hard—

The noises Geto made were just filthy, squelch after squelch. Your pussy was so vocal, he knew how to use his tongue— how to coax such harmonic noises out of a woman, out of you— you always figured Geto was just inexperienced. He’s always somewhere isolating himself— nose buried in a book, his studies the only necessity and priority of his time.

“Tell me the answer to problem b.” he grumbles— grabbing a full of both parts of your ass, spreading it just a tad bit, he swirled his tongue in a circular motion and you moan loudly— it rings throughout the thin walls of his dorm, feeling him playfully nibble against your pussy.

“I—I’m gonna fucking cu—”

“No, brat,” Geto spats, presenting you with yet another mean spank. You bit your lip— your back extending its arch against his desk, and you’re so close— your orgasm was practically dancing off the very top of your tongue. He then pitched his tone. “I—I’m gonna fucking cum isn’t anywhere displayed on the bubbled answers, silly girl.”

Smart ass— that’s all Suguru Geto was. Such a know-it-all on campus, infuriating— but if it was one thing he knew how to do, it was eating pussy.

“Um . . U—Um,” you pant, and he’s basically making out with your folds, his tongue twirls and twirls, he’s so into it— his long black lashes fluttered, closed practically as he’s just devouring your sweetness— pussydrunk nerd, your entire slick covering the very bottom of his chiseled chin. He has to spank your ass to snap you back into reality— and you whine, mouth opening and you’re feeling yourself grow more and more aroused, tongue salivating with your own saliva. “Is it option ‘A’? Where it talks about um— biological— energy f-fuck.. transformation?”

“Ooh. Good girl,” he huffs out, his voice grows lower and lower— the way it pitches, going down an octave, makes you more soaked throughout each second— your pupils just roam across the thin long strip of paper— you’re just so stupid, growing completely feral from how good he was sucking against the pearly sweet nub that was shoved between your clit— so good, he’s carrying you closer and closer towards that point, your mouth starts to feel a bit dry before Geto teasingly hums against your pussy— and you whimper from the unexpected abrupt vibrations he made. “Enough about bio though, gotta show you the astounding science behind a woman’s orgasm.”

Geto’s just talking and talking— you can’t exactly comprehend a thing he’s saying, he doesn’t hesitate to spit on your pussy a few times, bring a thumb up towards your clit— rub it, and repeat— he had such a way with his tongue, including his fingers which came as such a shocker to you nonetheless. Tongue deep, he’d probably die like this happily and he wouldn’t be ashamed at all.

You’re just hanging by a thread— both hands, trembling with want, you’re so whiney— yet you can’t exactly help it, it’s his tongue— his tongue’s to blame, the way it just collides against your folds, it’s so lewd— he doesn’t care how filthy he is either, he’s playing with your sensitive jittery bundle of nerves purposely.

“Mhm— first we gotta acknowledge the pleasure you’re feeling,” he purrs— his tone was purely seductive now, Geto swipes a lick— a singular stripe up your pussy, presenting your entire body with goosebumps, biting down again on your lip and he continues to speak, “. . . those pretty nasty rhythmic contractions that’s about to build up— reaching your very peak before you let go for me.”

His tone was softening— yet you could hear the playfulness coat on his voice, you’re practically soaked by now— he’s such a tease, a flirt— your head’s just spinning, mind racing miles after miles.

“Relax on my tongue,” he rasps— his voice grows soothing now, bringing rough hands to tilt your hips forward, closer towards his mouth— you were the cutest thing, having your black skirt in such a non-caring and lazy way. “There there, focus on your breathing just like that— keep those hips raised just like that for me, yeahhh.”

You swallowed— a tiny subtle whine leaving your lips, and just as he’s coaxing you with his sugary wordings— you’re feeling that rise of pleasure builds up like blocks— it’s just so much to bare, your poor legs can’t help but shake and jerk and jolt— twitching, the feeling on Geto’s sloppy tongue dipping in and out of your folds— coating your pussy with such glacé flavored kisses, he’s addicted, for sure pussy drunk— and once you came, you’re an entire dumbfounded mess.

“F-Fuck— Fuckkk—” You gasped, he’s easily yanking out that needy whine out the very back of your throat, your clit’s just throbbing— you feel it pulsating between your legs as you’re making a mess on his face with your sweetened slick. Geto grunts a little— some free-exposed strands of his hair tickling the very skin of your ass.

His lips were just attached— glued onto your slippery folds like velcro, your lips part, legs trembling and he’s slurping you clean— again and again, easily spreading your achy labia with his tongue, making sure to be messy— be filthy.

“Good girl. Hopefully— that helps you tell the difference between an organism and an orgasm, !heheh.” he pants with a sly chortle— finally breaking his lips away, as he departs, he watches the strings of his own spit leave from his lips— and he finds it so lewd, it takes everything in him to not just go back to eating you out with you bent over his desk again. “Now keep the arch for me, dummy.”

“How am I gonna— be able to finish my work if you’re gonna be f-fucking me?” You pant, breath heavy— you’re even out of breath actually, his tongue taking quite literally everything out of you.

Geto lets off a grunt— and you moan, feeling him grab your hips, he presses up directly behind you, taking a few long seconds to rub himself against you— you bit your lip, feeling the dick print hiding behind his sweats— making your ass roll and jerk in a specific slow rotation that makes you dizzy. “You can multitask, pretty girl, don’t worry.”

And as he says that, you whimper— feeling Geto just move your exposed ass against his sweats, swiping a tongue across his lips, a soft groan exits his pink lips, and you could feel his rock-hard boner, he was so pent up— all because of you, eating you out did such things to him, Geto needed more, he ultimately craved it.

“Think if I fuck you hard enough, the knowledge will transmit into your brain, princess?” He mutters, and you grow quiet once you feel him shift a bit in his pants, and he‘s springing out his length— you couldn't see but you just assumed he was as big as he appeared. The entire inside of the dorm room was fair room temperature, warm yet cool— although Geto’s touch made you feel so hot, scorching with such heat, and not just talking about between your legs. “Figured that’ll help you out a bit considering you’re not thinking about the subject at all, just probably thinking about what I feel like inside of you, mhm.”

“S-Stop talking and j—just fuck me, Sugur—”

“Watch that mouth of yours,” He purrs, his tone is unmistakably smooth, deep, and downright sexy. As he says that, he gives your ass another spank, grunting quietly from the recoil that moved against your left cheek— the sting was just delicious, simply appetizing if you will. “I expect that paper to be finished by the time I make you cum again. Think you can do that for me, pretty?”

You bit back a moan, hard— feeling Geto make sure your legs were spread, thwacking the leaking glossed cockhead of his length playfully against your folds, he’s such a tease it makes your brain swell up— you’re growing hot everywhere.

“Y-Yes, Suguru.” You finally replied, your voice was trembling on its own— you’re so whiny as you fixate your attention once more towards the paper full of unanswered or incorrectly marked physiology questions.

“Good girl, now pick up the pen—” he hitched, and you moan, feeling him just toy with your slick opening, it drags out a soft mewl from you, Geto’s so big— and you were only judging from his tip, your mouth started to water by only just imagining him fully inside. “And focus, you’re a smart girl— not a dumb one.”

Your hips jerked just a bit as you hovered over the wooden desk— facing forward, both arms rested on the creaking sleek surface, your tongue fondles alongside your cheek, staring at the multitude of problems being displayed.

Cells, mechanisms, characteristics.

So many words— words you could practically care less about, the minute you pick up your pen, filling in the tiny spaced bubble of some answer you came up with— you whimpered, feeling Geto slide himself inside slowly, he fit nice and snug— a sexy low groan leaves his lips, and he’s trying to get adjusted, so are you, his size— he was just so big. Stretching your pussy throughout each second, your walls ultimately expanding, you grip around him and it’s got your head spinning, mind racing, hips twitching.

“Mhmmm— think your pussy was made for me,” he huffs out, his voice had such a raspy, slick baritone to it— it had you soaked, drenched. Who knew this nerd who always kept to himself— lurked and lived around campus, the library his second home basically, had such a big dick?

The way your back arched over his desk— turned him on a lot more than it should have, seeing your cute and proper posture, awaiting to be fucked senseless— he couldn’t get enough of it.

Geto used the tips of his fingers to play against the very edges and ridges of your skirt, giving your ass a spank— a sign for you to keep writing and you moaned. “Focus, girl.”

“S-Sorry,” you whined, reading the problems with glossed eyes, once Geto starts up a mean rhythmic pace— you were for sure being fucked against the desk, he started slow, yet had deep strokes with even deeper thrusts.

He found it cute, you were struggling to maintain the arch you had— the way your ass wriggled within his grip as he‘s practically balls deep now, his base taps against yours and you moan, Geto grunts— black thin eyebrows tugging together before he swallows. “F-Fuckkk, sloppy pussy can’t help but grip onto me.”

“S—Suguruuuu,” You whined, and you grew more louder once his tip kissed up against your clit— going past your folds, his girth stretched out so good to where it didn’t take long to reach every single crevice of your cunt. “F-Fuck me harder—”

“Dumb girl, you’re not supposed to be paying attention to me fucking you,” he pants, watching your hips jerk and hit against him— your eyes start to roll within seconds, the desk just creaks and creaks— your legs shook with such intensity, as if you were just walking on eggshells. Geto’s words always found itself towards your cunt, as pathetic as it sounds, his voice— his deep, alluring voice was so smooth, you can’t help but get off from it. “At this rate, you’re not gonna get anything done.”

You’re just fumbling over your words at this point, rying to speak but inarticulate forms of babbles and whines left instead of coherent sentences, his cock was just making you ache and yearn for more. “M-Maybe if you just fuck me good and hard enough I’ll start to u—um, comprehend, Suguru.”

“Is this all you ever really think about?” He chuckles, tilting your hips upwards just a bit— you’re not focusing on the sheet anymore, you’re literally just being completely stupefied by Geto’s length— being fucked vigorously into his desk— the sheer sounds of mean skin slapping reverberates across the entire dorm room—

You’re so loud, you end up forgetting there’s literally other peers of yours sleeping right behind the walls you were in— they probably heard everything. “You’re gonna fail this semester, princess. Last time I checked, dick isn’t gonna be on the exam next week.”

“Can’t help it when you f-fuck me this good—” You stammered, gripping onto the desk— he’s hitting you in all the right spots, your vision merely turns into white to where you’re just seeing star after star— galaxies even, again it could have even been considered euphoric. Geto’s dick was simply out of this world.

You might have gotten a bit addicted though— you’re completely lost, in a trance, you wished he’d fuck you those many sessions ago— you didn’t have to be studying boring useless physiology, you could have been getting your insides stirred instead.

“Still can’t believe you showed up to my dorm with no panties underneath,” Geto murmurs, caressing a thumb against the soft padded skin of your ass, your pretty skirt was ruffled— moving against your slightly pulled up university hoodie and you’re just a whiney stuttering mess—

Each stroke he presents your cunt gets you dumber and dumber. “Maybe you had this entire thing planned. Act stupid so you could get fucked stupid. Tell me I’m wrong, princess.”

“M-Maybe,” you moaned— and he was drilling his hips into you, such speed it has your mouth opening, going agape just a bit with meaningless babbles escaping. A tiny mewl leaves your lips before you reach down to play with yourself before Geto smacks your hand lightly and you let off a soft noise.

“Don’t touch my pussy, girl.”

You gasped, feeling Geto dip his hips just a bit— and that’s when you feel his cock mash against your g-spot and a whine rips from your throat, you felt it— you were sensitive, it’s so orgasmic your tongue is just salivating— he knew where to hit, so good your toes start to curl, and you’re getting close again.

“Read me the problem again,” he huffs out, he still has his glasses in one hand, tossing it on the wooden desk, his hair long— flawless, tangled just a bit, dancing against his broad shoulders. “Proper sentences too, if you stutter once, I’m not gonna let you cum on me, pretty girl.”

“Sugu—” And you paused to breathe through your nose, he scratches such a good itch in your brain, you have to stop and think for a moment— wondering why he’s never fucked you before, you were hooked, the curve of his dick stretched you out so good, you’re just a mess— a messy girl, eyes practically half-lidded by now, not a single thought in the world but just Suguru Geto fucking you dumb dumb dumb.

“Okay— okayyy,” you moaned, your voice trembling on its own— you were so close, that same warm rise brewing up inside of you, being careful with your choice of your words— he was so mean, stutter once or you couldn’t cum? Just imagining that formed a cute pout on your lips as you averted your eyes towards the white thin sheet of paper. “It says— it says to identify the um . . the—”

“Looks like someone’s stuttering, that’s too bad,” he lowly chuckles, and you’re whimpering— your right leg starts to bounce, preparing for its incoming release and you whine.

You pant, staring at the paper. “Wait wait, okay, it says that I have to identify . . identify the biomolecules and— analyze the um . . nerves and pheromones.”

“Good girl, that wasn’t so hard.” He grunts— and Geto’s getting close himself— his hefty base is smacking and smacking against you, and you’re so dizzy— every few seconds he gives you a spank that makes you whine, you’re so embarrassed, bent over his desk— scattered papers everywhere, your handwriting was a bit sloppy— considering you were trying to write while getting ruthlessly fucked from behind. “Mhm— fuck, I’m gonna cum too.”

“. . . Insideee Suguru,” you spat, your pussy was just so greedy— clamping and gripping down on him, it was filthy and so selfish by how you just held him hostage— as if your cunt had a complete mind of its own, your mind is just filled was complete and utter fog, the sounds that leave your mouth is so undeniably lewd— he’s dragging out whimper after whimper from your pretty throat as if it’s nothing, and it’s music to his ears, a song he’d never want to stop listening to if he was being honest. “P-Please.”

“You think you deserve it after wasting my time?” He fake pouts, just grinding his hips against your core, it was salacious— the rotation was circular, in sync yet at the same time it wasn’t— you could hardly keep up with Geto, he was just so big— you couldn’t fathom how he’d walk around with a size this big— let alone why he wasn’t fucking you like this the entire time he’s spent helping you study. You were hardly listening to him, all you knew was that you were close, extremely close, you felt yourself starting to get warm— his hips just buckled against yours before he hit against your g-spot again, with such careless ease.

You pathetically nodded and he spanked your ass. “Not a complete answer, baby.”

You bit your lip— and for some reason once he called you baby, you felt yourself get butterflies— butterflies between your legs.

“Pleasepleaseplease Suguru—” is all you kept saying, all you knew how to say— all your brain could comprehend and formulate. Geto’s hips were just ferociously smacking against yours, and before you know it—

An hour passes, and another— by this point, his cock has you completely stupefied. You only got through three problems, just barely, circling any bubble on the sheet as he’s just plowing you— constantly, each position has you whipped for more, he’s nice enough to let you cum though— even if he makes your orgasms a bit delayed just to get on your nerves.

“Fuckkkk . . . I’m so full,” he groans, and this time, Geto moves you towards his bed, mating press— he’s hovering on top of your pussy, such a mess was pouring out of you, watching his own seed just drip and ooze out, he’s panting heavily now— gripping down on your thighs as his weight presses down against you a bit—

Each time he jerks, he watches the strings of his own cum depart, it’s so messy— and Geto’s loads were always so much, he had a lot to give— and when you asked for him to fill you up in that sweet needy tone, he just couldn’t resist. “Overflowing this nasty cunt,” he huffs, and you whimper— feeling him drag a rough hand between your legs to give it a spank. “But— I’m getting dazed, your pussy’s fucking dangerous, girl.”

You pout, feeling him pull out slowly— you writhe from his actions, and Geto’s breathing was unintentionally sexy as well— everything he did was attractive— his eyes were becoming low now, pink lips parting, tiny dimples pressing against near the corners of his mouth before he plops back against the bed— manspread.

Catching your breath yourself, you made your way towards him— growing an idea inside before you spoke in a soft voice, somewhat shy to ask.

“Can I ride you at least? One more time? I think it’ll um . . help me understand the female body more.”

“You’re so annoying,” he rolls his eyes, and you watch him rub a rough hand against his legs in a motion— telling you to come here, he‘s very much well trimmed but just a few black specks of hair were located near his base. “But fine, go ahead. Knock yourself out I suppose.”

You get on top of Geto— and the eye contact was so sensual, he’s staring at you, giving you his uninvited attention— his eyes trail near your body before he brings a rough hand to attach to your waist, watching you start to sink down on him before he lets off an unexpected moan.

“O—Oh shit.” He whines.

He didn’t expect for you to grip down on him so well— the squelch that happens is so loud, it rings throughout his ears and for a moment, Geto has to blink twice— keeping his gaze on you the entire time. Your hips sputter and within seconds, he’s fully in— you don’t hesitate to start moving and Geto’s jaw tightens. He’s sensitive— he just came minutes ago, and here you were making him even more sensitive, his head goes back and his body language changes.

It was sexy. You were moaning for him, and yet here he is now— moaning for you.

Geto’s got such an aroma that’s loud, he smells good, he was always specific on what cologne brands he’d wear, such sweetness to it, it always drove you crazy, to complete insanity.

“Should I s-stop riding you?” You spoke, trying not to giggle— he was so pretty at this moment, suppressing his vocal moans, seeing tiny veins show near his neck— his eyes flicker for a moment before he spanks your ass twice.

“N-No— don’t fucking stop riding me,” he replies instantly, and his tone— it changed, a mere tremor to it— and you’re making him feel so good, using him to get off for your own pleasure, his cock was thick, just stretching inside your walls as if came easy to him.

You stare at Geto— and he’s glancing back at you, he’s panting— his hoodie was still on, but slightly pulled up, you could just about make out his brick hard abs, a few scratch marks coated there from you— his v-line was perfectly chiseled, as if he was some sort of geek god. “F-Fuckkk. Like that, ride it— like you own it, p-princess.”

He’s the one stammering now— and it’s cute, he grows flustered once you jolt against him, against his warm body with your hips— your cunt‘s taking him in, back slightly arched and you’re whining yourself— feeling him just reach way past that sweetens spot of yours that always knew where to draw you straight blanks.

Geto grabs a handful of your ass, and the way his head leans back against the old headrest, his messy tangled hair flows down his back, he’s moaning— such nerves inside of him being the death of him, as well as your sloppy spasming hips— just no match for your pussy, no matter how many times he tried to deny it.

“Something f—funny?” He huffs out, trying to focus on his breathing, you’re just bouncing on him— time after time, the pace becomes frenzied, reckless, just straight erratic. His dick had you dumb, definition of stupefied— exactly what you were.

“Noo.” You moaned, feeling him bring two hands, making you clamp down harder against him— he’s getting dizzy from how good you’re riding him, he’s going delirious. Swiping a tongue across his lips, he keeps his gaze on you the entire time before he whimpers out of nowhere— and it catches you off guard, his eyebrows furrowed and that’s when Geto came again— right inside your pussy, a straight shot, a straight single load.

He pauses— heaving entirely, that’s when you lean in to kiss him though— you’re expecting Geto to pull away but he doesn’t. He kisses back, his moans going inside your mouth, a sloppy kiss, his eyebrows still furrowed and curled, sensitive from his nerves— from filling you with another thick load as he’s still deep inside, shivering from feeling him still trickle into you at such lengths.

Geto caresses a hand down your back as you stop your movements, and his whines hesitate and pauses for a moment— letting off a deep “Mhm,” as his tongue drags against yours slowly at such luscious sweet pace.

You pull away finally, before giggling— and he glares at you, catching his breath as he stares at you— reaching for his glasses as you leaned up close to him, sneaking a kiss near the bottom of his chin.

“. . . So, did I pass Suguru?” You teased, a near smug grin forming against your lips.

He was so out of it— perhaps you fucked him dumb because it takes him a few seconds to come up with a reply before lightly shoving you off of him. “No you don‘t f-fucking pass, you get an F. Now get out of m-my room. F—fuck . . me.”

I-I just can't stop thinking about Captain MacTavish and his stupidly large, uncut cock and full, low hanging breeder balls :((

He's just,, so much man you get me? He's large, and bulky, well developed muscles moving and flexing beneath a layer of fat, thick, slightly tanned skin and a thick layer of dark hair all over his chest, tummy and happy trail and he's fucking proud of it.

Captain MacTavish isn't afraid to strut and parade himself like a prized stallion, showing off in front of all the soldiers but especially in front of you, like that one time in some backwater safe house.

It was a real shit hole, barely holding together but it was better than nothing and poor little you had almost cried out of relief when you set the heavy backpack with your technical equipment down on the dusty floor, Captain MacTavish, Captain Price and Gaz following shortly after. Except there was one tiny problem; there was a very limited amount of warm water supply so either you shower all together or someone will get an ice cold bath, and with the raging snow storm outside, the rapidly declining temperature and only a shitty old fireplace to keep you 'warm' the answer was obvious.

While you were given the 'courtesy' of having a flimsy old curtain hung to protect your modesty, to be honest you kinda resigned from it since it was basically see-through anyway.

So now you were all naked, your poor soft body sore from all the running and carrying heavy equipment and to top it all off you were surrounded by equally naked, powerful men too :(( While Soap, Price and Gaz made a half-assed promise to not look, they obviously did just that; sneaking glances at your soft tits and broad hips, thick thighs all nice and bitable looking- but the worst of all was Captain MacTavish :((

He wasn't even trying to be subtle, he was shameless in fact. Soap was standing the closest to you and he made use of that position, flexing his burly body and turning you you could see his half-hard cock hanging between his powerful legs, balls hanging full and swollen form all the backed up sperm; fighting always made adrenaline and testosterone run hot through his veins and the close proximity and scent of a pretty young thing like you?? If Soap was a worse man he'd bend you over right there and then and stuff his fat cock inside your poor cunt, tip right against your cervix and all and maybe, just maybe his cock drooled a nice amount of precum while smirking like a wolf at your flustered squeak and the annoyed, jealous groans of the men around him :((

you insist you can’t squirt. like no ones ever made you do it before so it must be a fact.

then satoru bets u 5 bucks that he can and proceeds to milk your G spot with his cock or fingers till the bed forms puddles n ur brain turns into mush 😔✊🏾

😞

cw: f! reader, first time squirt, dirty talk, praise, 18+

having your best friend gojo make you squirt for the first time— you keep telling him, you can‘t, not because you don’t want to—

but because no one‘s ever made you actually squirt before.

“i‘m s—serious,” you‘d stammer out— and he‘s just got you laid against his back, he’s got your legs spread open, and he‘s amused, a mere playful grin tugging on his lips as he starts slow— maneuvering soft circles against your silk panties before humming. “satoru, i can‘t squirt, it‘s impossible.”

“. . . silly girl, don‘t say thatttt,” he coos, and his touch was warm, his redolent husky cologne scent filling up your sense the more your back pressed against his clothed chest—

feeling his hardened toned pecs kiss against your skin. “tell you what, princess,”

gojo purrs— each sentence, his words lowered, pitched with such bass it makes you throb ten times more. “hm, i bet five bucks i can make you squirt twice with just my fingers. how‘s that sound, yeah—?”

immediately— you reply with a needy, “fine,” and gojo chuckles at how wanting you were— he was teasing, a big hand of his just inches away from being shoved deep inside you, he makes your legs spread wide— easily sliding the string of your panties aside, giving it a soft smack and you whined in pure pleasure—

so mean, your thighs shook a bit from the impact before feeling gojo shove two thick fingers inside slowly. already, you were covering his lengthy digits with your sweetened slick— filthy, gojo remains quiet while you‘re just whining—

legs dumbly spread open, and he knows exactly how to occupy his fingers inside your cunt— he licks his lips, feeling your head slump back against him.

“pretty pussy ‘s so fuckin’ soaked and neglected, no wonder no one‘s been able to make you squirt, oohhh,” he grunts— and his fingers were just so big, such length it‘s stretching and mending your walls out—

it’s already got your eyes flickering, already stupid from just a bit of stimulation— you found your right leg betraying you— bouncing and bouncing, gojo had the infamous bowling ball grip with both fingers— stuffed deep in your walls, not too fast, but not too slow either— just right, he makes sure your legs stay open for him for easy access—

keeping his eyes towards your pretty thighs, every few seconds he‘d give your folds mean, achy spanks that elicits such whiney incoherent babbles from your mouth, “s—satoru, told you to make me s-squirt, not spank my p—”

“. . . nah babyyy, this is my sloppy pussy now, i don‘t wanna hear it, heheh.”

he‘d reply with quickness, a slight rasp to his tone, it was undoubtedly sexy, annoying— cocky, using his entire wrist to play with you between your legs, he knew exactly what he was doing— the very tips of his fingers were so long—

they reached every corner and crevice of your walls, massaging them— even tickling that sweet pearly nub of yours between your clit to make your mind go blank, a small abrupt gasp leaving your glossy lips.

“good girl, quiet for me— let your filthy pussy do all the talkin—” he mumbles, his voice was smooth, like silk— still two fingers shoved in, before he pulls them out— then in— then out, a constant repetition, he has skill with his fingers, you‘re nothing but silent—

a vocal dumbfounded mess, and that‘s when you moan loudly— feeling yourself get off, you squirt once— and it hasn’t even been long. “damnn. there we go.” he slyly grins, bringing a kiss towards the back of your forehead. “so nasty for me, yeah,” he huffs out, in a breathy murmur—

your eyes were just rolling— his fingers were just so far deep, you were sure the tips of his digits were practically making contact against your g-spot— and he gives you more light spanks every few seconds— your hand trembles, grabbing onto his wrist and gojo chuckles. “clingy are we? awww. i know princess, one more. give it to me.”

“f—fuck,” you whimpered, and a smile goes against his pink lips once he feels your legs shake and jitter— he has to pry them open a bit with his free hand, cockily shaking his head and clicking his tongue— whispering to you, you’re doing so good, being so messy for him— his words go straight towards your cunt, and it‘s not long before you feel yourself reaching such state again. “f—fuckkk satoru—”

“keep those legs open, don‘t be shy now,” he says against your ear, slinging an arm around your waist, his touch was soft and gentle— opposite of his fingers— you’re so dumb— just from two single digits of his, long lengthy digits that reached anywhere and everywhere up your pussy.

you’re a mess— once he makes you squirt again, then comes another time, and another— until you’re just soaked— dumb, just stupefied, a plethora of thoughts race through your mind as your legs were still sprawled open— you’re panting, chasing your own breathing—

and gojo pulls out his fingers, watching your own glistening slick coat his two digits before he smears it against your cunt, letting off a, “shittt, you’re jus’ a messy girl . . huh,” and he chuckles— before giving your pussy one final spank before humming, making you turn towards him. “you owe me five dollars, princess, heheh.”

i was reading your drabble about waking bkg up with head and i was thinking about him waking you up with head, so soft and sweet. when you wake up he’s mumbling his soft goodmorning into your pussy and he’s taking his time too

lol i have been getting asks to write a response/second part to this drabble for so long that here is an attempt

cw: minors do not interact, 18+, he wakes you up with head, there was conversation beforehand so this is consensual and a surprise, female reader, this isn’t proof read so yolo

usually it’s your alarm that wakes you up. the annoying blaring ringing that shakes down your spine and has your eyes snapping open to grab at your phone to silence it. your alarm is a warning for all the tasks you have to do today, and you are yet to get started. you hate your alarm, despise it and these days you’re so busy, laying in feels more like a dream than a reality.

bakugou knows this about you. you’d rather stay in bed and sleep, usually still in bed when he comes back from the gym and ushering him back under the sheets for cuddles. though life has been so so tough to you recently. back to back work, school work, your job, errands and looking at you sleep so peacefully next to him knowing that your alarm is going to annoy you awake in about twenty minutes… he bites down on his lip and rubs the sleep out of his eyes. he wants to have your day start with pleasure.

so bakugou, trying not to make much noise, thanks himself for his big bed and lightly pulls your arm off from around his chest. you adapt quickly, rolling onto your back which is lucky for him. then he’s ducking down into under the covers, laying on his stomach to pry open your legs. sleep makes your body all soft and tender. warm from being under the duvet and as soon as he manages to pull off your little sleep shorts, you smell delectable. he inhales deeply, you hardly let him near you without a shower beforehand and he thinks he’s going delirious smelling your overnight pussy. he snorts to himself at those words.

then he begins, pecking your lips before spreading you apart with his fingers. he wants to adjust you, lift your legs over his shoulders, hold your waist to angle your hips but he doesn’t want to wake you yet. bakugou licks a stripe from your hole to clit, soaking you in his spit and feeling your thigh twitch beside him.

bakugou moans in your pussy, rutting his hips in the mattress as he pushes your thigh for more space and begins to circle his tongue around your clit. this would have you whining, arching your back and begging for more but when he peeks up to your closed eyes, he only notices a frown. he must be interrupting your dreams now.

as soon as bakugou sucks on your sweet nub, your hand finds his head like you’re mindlessly looking for something before he watches your eyes slide open.

you gasp and immediately your back arches, “oh katsuki, what? oh,”

your words are all slurred, a deep little croak that has bakugou’s chuckle vibrate through you.

you fling your head back on your pillow, mind slowly coming to consciousness about what’s going on. your boyfriend is between your legs, looking up at you with mischief.

“‘suki, ‘suki,” you cry as he laps you up, playing with you like an instrument only he has refined.

“good morning, baby,” he mumbles and the movement of his lips has sparks shoot down your legs.

you moan from the deepness of his voice, how he roughly throws your legs over his shoulders and he rests his palm on your stomach. though his tongue moves with patience, like really this was all for him to taste you early in the morning.

“w-why?” another high pitched moan dribbles from you and without him asking, you tilt your hips to get more of him, “oh i love it when you do that.”

“wanted to wake you up before your alarm,” he kisses into your clit, then circles his tongue into your hole. he even dips his tongue in and out, swearing at your sweetness. “you taste so good baby.”

the room is near silent beside bakugou’s mouth so he can definitely hear the hitch in your breath that signals everything he needs to know. he puts his other hand on your thigh, squeezing it to get your sleepy eyes back on him instead of clenched shut.

“you close?”

you hum desperately in agreement. hand wildly clenching clumps of his hair and your other spread across his shoulder. he’ll have you come all over him, give him a proper good morning.

bakugou continues his slow pace, drawing out your pleasure as long as possible. he keeps his lips on your clit, suctioning it and licking it delicately while his fingers sink into your pussy and rub against your walls.

you’re complete jelly, sighing and humping his face and when you finally come you make a bundle of noises that surprise yourself.

bakugou keeps going through it until you push his head away from you and he leaves with a very glossy grin.

your rest your forearm over your eyes as your body heaves on the bed even more relaxed then you were mid sleep. bakugou army crawls up to you so your faces are before each others, still smiling goofily at you.

you’re not showing your face yet, rubbing your eyes with your arm, “good morning katsuki.”

he presses harsh loud kisses against your jaw, “hi. did you like that?” another kiss, “felt like you did.”

slowly you remove your arm to look at your lover who is staring at your lips in need, “you’re gonna taste like me,” you playfully grimace and bakugou laughs through his nose then presses his lips against yours.

it’s a peck that becomes a kiss with tongue, your legs locking around his waist and his hand finding your tit.

when you pull away, lips slick from your own doing, you mumble, “i wouldn’t mind waking up like that more often? much much nicer than my alarm—,”

the screech of your phone makes bakugou jump and you squeal, both of you reaching to grab at your device. desperation makes you knock heads and your phone falls off your nightstand.

“for fucks sake,”

“stop the ringing!”

and it’s only when bakugou’s entire upper body is off the bed, arm stretched as far as it can go, does the phone finally stop. it doesn’t take much strength from you to push your boyfriend off balance and fall off the bed completely.

there’s a light groan and your laughter in replacement of the ringing but soon it becomes a scream as he rips the duvet from you, leaving you coverless on the bed.

“give it back! it’s cold!”

he grunts on the floor, eyes closed, “this is what i get for letting you orgasm too early.”

“please. like i couldn’t feel you moaning in me.”

“i love eatin’ you out. what’s new about that?”

SEVEN-DAY-SLUT gojo satoru

SUMMARY: you and your ex decide to spend halloween together for old times sake. yet a single watch of a videotape leads to an eerie phone call that says you both have seven days to live. might as well fuck each other for the last time, right?

CONTENT: f! reader, ex bf! gojo, tiny plot, switch! gojo, needy gojo, gojo just cums a lot, angst kind of, dirty talk, overstim, praise, size kink, fingering, f! receiving, you squirt, dumbification, unprotected, cowgirl, prone bone, impact play, breath play, (pet names: angel, baby)

WORD COUNT: 4.9k

NOTE: hahaahahaha the ending is kinda funny if i do say so myself 💔 thank u @omgeto for beta reading </3

KAZUTOBER M.LIST

“ . . oh, the movie’s over already?” you mumble, rubbing your eyes as you sat up from the burgundy fat cushioned couch— you cringed, realizing you were laying on gojo’s shoulders and he’s nearly asleep already. you deadpan, lightly nudging him and his eyes flutter open. “it’s getting late.”

“leaving me already?” he fake pouts, and his voice had a mere tired rasp to it— averting his eyes towards the flatscreen, bringing the head of the remote towards it, pausing the slow rolling end credits that played before yawning. “don’t you wanna watch one more movie with your loving boyfriend?”

you scoffed. “ex boyfriend,” and you sat up, rubbing your hands down your arms from the sudden abrupt cool air. “and the movie was hard to watch with you screaming every five seconds like a girl.”

“shut up,” he glares, before gojo reaches across the couch— you stare at him and watch as he pulls some sort of vintage black vhs tape, sticking it into the dvd player before humming. “i found this while i was out. geto told me we should watch it together, knowing him it’s probably porn.”

you sulk, laying your head down against the armrest of the couch as gojo finishes putting the tape in— and he sits back with you, and the tv just turns into pure white static. “. . is it supposed to do that?” you speak in a drowsy voice.

then— you both pause once the landline rings.

gojo stares at you blankly and you lightly shove him, furrowing your eyebrows. “don’t look at me, that's your phone. answer it.”

“me? i don’t wanna answer it, it’s midnight and—”

you glare at him and he dramatically sighs, “fine,” before dragging his feet towards the silver-white landline phone that continued to ring an annoying whistle— gojo intakes a breath while rubbing his eyes, picking up the phone and bringing it towards his ear, twirling the cord against his pointer finger before speaking in a low subtle, “yo.”

at first it was just pure static through the other line, it sounded like a slight glitching noise of a person breathing softly before he made out with what appears to be a person muttering, “seven days until you die.”

gojo’s eyes widens and he immediately hangs up, and turns back towards you— your eyebrows furrow and you slightly tilt your head towards the left. “who was that?”

“. . uh, it was no one. just a— dumb halloween prank call,” he says, and you notice instantly how his body language changes, he’s fidgeting yet tries to play it off with a dumb awkward cheesy grin, running a hand through his white strands before clearing his throat— watching you deadpan as if you already knew he was lying.

“. . . okay okay fine, don’t freak out but we’re gonna die in seven days.”

“says who?” you snort, reaching for your drink near the cupboard, bringing the plastic up towards your lips.

“obviously . . the phone said it,” gojo stammers, nervous laughter leaving his lips before sits back down— his weight pressing against the couch for a split moment, and you glance at him, it was kind of cute, the tiny slim tremor in his voice. he was actually scared. “we’re gonna die. like, actually gonna die in seven days.”

“you’re being dramatic,” you sit up, staring at your ex— such and always was just a baby, an entire drama queen, his eyebrows furrowed as he stared at you, his face grows flustered— and he’s always been one to barely hold eye contact with you for a few seconds. “what can i do for you to calm down and stop being a ba—”

“let me eat you out.” he instantly replies, and you watch the corners of his lips form into a soft pout just full of utter desperation. he tugs near the string of his grey sweats before lowering his head, replying in a teasing, “please baby?” and then he lets off another nervous chortle. “i . . . at least wanna die while being between your legs after all, heh.”

so dramatic. 

you wouldn’t be surprised if this really was a meaningless prank call. you raise your eyebrows slightly, and he’s actually maintaining direct eye contact— cerulean eyes fixated on your entire face, and you let off a, “really?” gojo slowly nods, thin strands of his white locks swaying a bit in front of his face, and his gaze was undeniably attractive, his eyebrows knead together before you let off a sigh— staring away before grumbling, “fine. but we aren’t gonna die, satoru.”

famous last words. 

although, you were currently laid flat against your back, just barely sitting up with your legs slowly spreading and gojo nearly makes off a soft needy noise— his eyes averts straight towards the thin fabric worn shorts you wore, he lowers his head, with a swift lick of his lips, he pushes himself closer until he’s face first towards your inner thighs. 

he runs his tongue softly up near your skin and you moan— before he stares dead at you, with such frisky intent, purposefully biting down on the pad part of your panties, only to drag his tongue against the very middle part— a mere groan leaves his mouth once he tastes how sweet you were, you were soaked, and he only wondered why. 

“i missed her,” he murmurs in a raspy tone, his tongue was just teasing— creating soft kitten licks near the crevice of your thighs before back towards your underwear, gojo already took your shorts off, just barely to where they were just hanging on your legs. you didn’t know what he meant by her at first, but it was obvious— he missed your pussy.

you whined, forgetting how lazy gojo was when it came to eating you out— he slid his tongue across your panties, keeping them on the entire time which only made you pout in sheer frustration. 

“take them off,” you moaned, starting to move a bit against his face— a hand of yours gripped onto his messy strands, your fingers dug against his strands and he sneaked a glance at you, a near smug grin on his face. “s-satoru, take my panties off.”

“are you asking me or telling me, angel?” he purrs, and he’s getting mean— cocky, lapping his tongue slowly against the middle part of your panties, returning such a menacing little gaze, he felt you throbbing, peppering sweet kisses against the fabric before he brings a hand towards your protected clit.

“. . . pretty please take my panties off,” he says, annoyingly pitching his voice to the way you spoke, butchering it entirely and a soft guffaw leaves his lips once he gives your pussy a light smack. “say that for me.”

you were so aroused— him being between your legs, such nerves bundled inside of you— you were highly sensitive to his touch it seemed, it’s been a while since you were ever intimate anyway, making you appear to be a bit more needy than you intended. 

“just fucking take them off.” you whined, a cute attempt to grab his hair towards you but he lightly smacks your hand. 

“. . oh, so you chose to be bratty today huh,” gojo mocks, and he does eventually slide your lace panties down your thighs— finally. his voice dropped an octave and it was sexy, you throbbed a bit yourself, staring down at him, and he gathers a wad of his own spit before you hear it make contact against your pussy.

and you bit down on your lip, feeling gojo start to rub circles against your cunt only to spank it. “you always did never knew how to be a good girl.”

you moaned— almost forgetting how filthy gojo was when it ever came to being between your legs, his saliva trickles down your folds, and he slides a finger inside while laying his pink tongue flat, cleaning it up while staring at you openly. “you’re so n-nasty, satoru.”

“maybe, but i know you’re into that kinda thing.” he replies immediately— and there was such sass and sheer arrogance in his tone, you whimpered from how his long slender finger easily reached inside your pussy, slow and tender, careful— you were drenched completely, your head starts to spin, and his words only make you pulsate further and further. 

a tiny mewl left your glossed lips once your ankle pressed against his back— the heel of your foot brushing against his toned back muscles that perfectly hid underneath the fabric of his tight fitted university hoodie. “f-fuck don’t stop s—satoru,” you hissed out in short breaths, leaning back with your legs just spread wide open for him, your eyes create a direct staring contest with the ceiling above you. 

“mpfh—” is all he replies with, and he’s so sloppy with his tongue, just face deep— the tip of his nose brushes and swipes against your puffed pussy and you whimpered, feeling his thumb play between your folds— he slides his middle finger out of you before pulling it out, only to then break his mouth away to start maneuvering a plethora of vigorous circles against your pussy, watching your pathetic poor legs shake and jolt within his grasp. “how long has it been since you’ve squirted, baby?”

“don’t . . call me that,” you moaned— and your sexually irritated tone only makes him chuckle, he brings another spank towards your throbbing soaked folds and you’re already so close— it was embarrassing, you barely lasted a few minutes, yet you were just no match for your dumb cocky ex boyfriend’s tongue— let alone his long slender fingers. 

“i can call you whatever i want and you’ll still get soaked from it,” gojo snickers— bringing an abrupt kiss towards your clit, you ached for your incoming release, you started to feel your nipples throb and poke against your bra, your hand still firmly attached to the top of his head— gripping onto his silk white strands which much intent. “oh, it’s been a while i know, you don’t have to answer that,” and he smiles— dragging his tongue against your pussy before dramatically sighing. “i know your body, princess.”

you continued to whine again and again, like it was just a broken record, gojo’s fingers were just so mean and long— he’s still rubbing circles against your clit, multitasking while lapping his tongue against your sweetened folds, he was just impossible— he was so into it, his eyes were closed, he looked pretty though— long white lashes just fluttering while he ate you out, he was starved, it had been about maybe a good six months since you’d both broken up.

six months felt like six years to gojo. 

of course, he only invited you over to watch a movie— the two of you both shared the same love of horror films, yet now instead of watching movies, you were getting eaten out by gojo as if he was going to die— and according to his dumb knowledge, he was, apparently.

in seven days. 

evidently, you were going to die too— but you figured the entire thing was fake, gojo probably used this as an excuse to eat you out, knowing him he probably would— but if it was one thing gojo satoru was good at, it was pleasing a woman.

he was just addicted to your exquisite taste, his tongue rests flat against your pussy, and he’s just so lewd— such noises coming from his own mouth, slurp after slurp, he’s losing himself with your slick that was already racing down his pale chiseled chin, every few seconds, he’d pull back to swipe a tongue against his lips, a hungry seductive mhm leaving his mouth each time. “you let anyone else play with this pussy?”

“y-yeah.” you moaned, some sort of brattiness returning to you— a tiny smile pressed against your lips, awaiting his reaction only for gojo to meanly spank your pussy and you whimper.

“don’t lie,” he scoffs, and you moan again, feeling him bring two fingers to pinch your pussy, staring at it while his bottom lip pokes out a bit in pure amusement. he hums once he feels your legs start to shake— 

he brings his mouth back against your folds to latch his tongue against your clit, slowly licking before it turns into sloppy sucking— at this point, he was making out with your cunt, a poor mocking imitation of french kissing, really. “ooh. i wonder how many spanks on this filthy clit it’ll take to make you squirt for me, girl,” and he brings his tongue towards the inner part of your labia— giving it a tiny kiss before flickering his half-lidded eyes back towards you. “you’ve always been my messy girl.”

“stop talking,” you whimpered— feeling as if your legs were about to give up any minute, your thighs ached with such greed and ecstasy, you could just taste your incoming release about to come— you’re continuously gripping onto his messy white strands, practically shoving him in and out of your pussy, using his head basically like a rag doll— gojo chuckles against your cunt while his mouth is stuffed full— his lips were pink and slick, glossed and sheeny with your entire slick. “f-fuckkk satoru.”

“sorryyy,” he sneers, his tongue just dips in and out and your eyes start to roll back— so much to where your vision transmits into white practically, your mouth was dumbly prying open just slightly and he was just sucking everything out of you. 

you’d be lying if you said you didn’t miss this, his tongue, you could never get enough of how good he ate you out. he could just go on for hours, happily being stuffed between your thighs. “come on baby, you can do it for me,” he purrs, seductively talking you through your incoming orgasm. he breaks his mouth away to breathe, and you let off a cute gasp— feeling him start to rub circles against your pussy as well as smacking it lightly with the palm of his hand. “remind me how messy you always were, yeah.”

“s—satoruuu,” you’d babble, and the circles he made against your cunt with the simple palm of his hand was so hypnotizing— you pulsed tremendously between your legs, still maintaining a tight grip within his hair before you moan— a whiney whimper ripples out your throat, and you finally squirt, gasping out a sweet, “f-fuckkkk.”

“and you call me nasty,” gojo teases, leaning back yet still dragging a thumb against the pretty pulsating nub that was stuffed between your folds, you glare at him— catching your breath, tummy slightly heaving and it felt good— good to where your eyes became half-lidded, and you craved more, his tongue did so many things to you, in more ways than he could explain. 

he sits up to get between your legs, and you whine from your shaky orgasm causing your legs to feel like mush— nerves inside of you making you dizzy and in an almost unknown trance— and he leans in to kiss you. 

gojo expects you to pull or push him away, but you don’t— you kiss him back, your legs wrap around his waist, and he tastes sweet, mint lingered on his tongue, and you moaned in his mouth once he brings a thumb towards your chin to stroke it, the taste of your own sleek slick made you throb a bit too much— it was filthy. 

yet, the phone rings again. 

gojo ignores it— continuing to lock his lips against yours, his tongue goes in sync with your own and you make him grunt in your mouth— it’s sexy, and he’s feeling himself get hard, you have the backs of your ankles brushing against his waist which only makes things more intense— all the while your legs wrapped around him. 

but the landline kept screaming that same repeating ring— and you pulled away, much to a needy pout on forming on his lips. 

“answer it, satoru.” you pant, licking your lips and he catches his breath as well. 

“fine,” he scoffs, getting up— walking towards the ringing landline, growing annoyed at whoever was interrupting the two of you. gojo brings the cold copper phone up to the side of his ear before he mutters in a low vexed tone. “hello?”

you stare, and gojo just shrugs— waiting for a reply, but comes none, just static once again on the other line. he rolls his eyes, hanging it up yet again before dragging his feet towards you, sliding a hand inside of his university hoodie.

“. . . anyways,” he sighs, getting back between your legs— planting a kiss near your neck. “come on princess, not finished with you yet.”

he brings you to his bedroom— the bed you used to always sleep with him in, it smelled just like him, a mere cinnamon aroma, and gojo was . . mean, he couldn’t exactly help it— he missed you, he missed your body, your sweet whiney sounds, and he definitely missed fucking you into the mattress, dragging out orgasm after orgasm out of you as if it was nothing for him— because it really wasn’t. 

“f-fuck baby. that’s it,” he huffs out in a low rasp, you’re laid on your chest— just barely clinging onto a fat satin covered pillow, moaning up an entire storm before he spanks your ass, sinking his thick inches in and out of your cunt.

“. . . mhm . . face down, ass fuckin’ up,” and his voice grows lower and lower— it’s making you wet from his lewd words that reach straight towards your pussy. “missed seeing that slutty back arch, princess. you always know how to take it everytime,” and he groans. “like a good girl.”

you whimpered, his words were just raunchy.

he makes you maintain the arch, and he’s just smacking his hips into you— driving into your very core at full throttle. smack after smack, you’re so dizzy, getting entirely drunk from his dick that it’s simply embarrassing—

gojo grabs on your right wrist and pins it against your back, his thrusts just becoming sloppier and sloppier. “y-your pussy is just—” and he pauses, letting off a needy moan, “throwing itself at me— over and over and fuckin’ over . . damnnnn.”

you’re whining— his weight pressing down against your ass, you’re resting down on your arms, he’d just so deep, stuffing you full of girth that you’re just in a complete trance— 

heavily to where gojo leans up close to you, a hand softly wrapping around your throat, the pad of his middle finger swiftly brushing against your neck and he feels the needy vibrational noises you made with just your mouth— 

so loud, so noisy.

“. . . i missed you,” he coos, and his voice was low, he’s next to your ear, and he means it, each mean thrust against you, gojo starts to grow vocal— moaning such slutty moans against your ear with a hand softly wrapped around your throat. 

“. . . s-so bad.” he moans, you whimper from the way his cock bullied it’s way in and out of your cunt, singing out such salacious soaking squelches—

the pure definition of lewd.

that’s the perfect word for your pussy.

just lewd.

“baby, i wanna hear you. don’t try to hide your moans— you can be a little slutty for me, h-heh. i know how much this filthy pussy misses me. it’s so talkative, listen to it with me.”

you suddenly grow quiet, moan after moan, practically being shoved into the fat mattress on constant repeat, his girth stretching your tight pussy, and you hear it— 

your cunt spitting out noise after noise from gojo’s throbbing dick, verses rippling from your folds practically— he couldn’t get enough of how drenched and soaked you were, it gets him so feral— and that’s when you whine, his base smacking against you— and he groans. “s-satoru, you only invited m—me over so you could fuck me.”

“that’s not true,” he huffs out, a breathy chuckle leaving his lips— his hips were just vigorously driving into you now, making you keep your arch again and again. “i invited you over because i missed you. but your pussy isn’t complaining, so . . . ”

“just shut up and fuck m-me.” you babbled, mentally rolling your eyes— such a blabbermouth, gojo always talked and talked and talked— even while he was deep in your guts— he was never one to shut his mouth. 

“that’s what i’m doing, brat.” he grunts— replying sharply, and his hits against you are so good, it’s just about having your tongue to start lolling out, so deep, it’s got your head spinning and spinning like a merry-go-round. “gonna m-make me fuckin’ cum.”

he can’t help but be a bit rough— he scoots your hips up closer towards him, pumping thick inches in and out of you constantly, it’s a repetition, he clings onto your waist, soft pads of his thumbs brushing against your hips— it’s soothing in a way, despite his nasty hips driving you to complete insanity. 

“inside, s-satoru.” you whined— and he presses his weight against your ass once more, thwack after thwack it’s got your body responding with a plethora of jolting movements— gojo knew how to fuck, specifically, he knew how to fuck you. 

“nasty girl,” he grunts— and a whine rips from out of you, the very curve of his cock, traces inside of you with each deep sensual hit and smack against your rear— he brings a few spanks to your ass and you’re just whimpering — he gets off on the sheer recoil, swiping a tongue against his lips before groaning, “f-fuckkk— gonna stuff you full princess, take every drop and don’t spill it.”

and once gojo came— it was so much, thick velvety ropes poured out, and he shook, biting down on his lip once more, he slows his strokes down, pausing his hips and you moan— feeling him suddenly bring a hand towards your back, touching near your spine as he filled you up— his mouth felt dry, and he groaned, his hefty base just jackhammering time after time against your cunt.

“s-satoru.” you mewled, and your eyebrows furrow once he suddenly pulls out— you immediately pout, and he grabs ahold of his length— slapping his leaky tip against your puff folds, over and over and over— a small grunt leaves his mouth as he fixates his eyes on your pussy— 

so filthy, pretty dumb folds just oozing with his cum spilling out, your back was still arched as you faced forward, making a cute attempt to wriggle your hips so he could continue. 

“mhmmm jus’ like that, girl,” he grunts, bringing a thumb towards your pulsating bud between your folds— you whine once he starts to plug and stick his cum back inside since it was so messy, he's already got you dripping down your thighs with his seed. “m-milked me so good, but there’s still more i wanna fill you with, baby.”

and gojo does— he shows how much he misses you by fucking you stupid, stuffing your pretty needy pussy with every ounce of him— and whenever gojo came, he came a lot, thick stringy ropes— he couldn’t help it, each load he gave you he’d let off the sweetest sultry moans, he’d do this thing everytime— cocking his head back, the slightest form of his adam’s apple showing, muscles contracting, it was sexy. 

yet by this point— after being filled to the brim every single time, you were riding gojo now— he laid back against the bed— you whine, starting to  rock your hips against him, and gojo’s got a entirely flustered— seeing you ride him, merely struggling to take him at first— 

he was so deep, you bit down on your lip, clenching onto his thigh before whimpering, your panties were lazily pulled to the side, and he’s staring at you with that annoying gaze, a near sneer pressing against his lips. 

“you’re so hot when you struggle,” he grins— a raspy guffaw leaving his lips, and he brings two rough hands towards your ass— lightly squeezing it with his palms before spanking you and you moan, returning his stare with a vexed glare. “still gotta do everything for you, princess. that’s okay. you always were my dumb pretty girl.”

“stop talking.” you whined — and he’s stretching you out, you were just sopping wet all because of him— strings of his cum started to race down the sides of your inner thighs, you swayed your hips against him and he was just so deep.

it’s carnal, the way it makes a dirty itch commence in your brain. you were so tender—just gojo touching you was enough to make you spasm, it was embarrassing. 

he chuckles— yet he pauses once you lightly shove him back against the fat stuffed pillows, taking somewhat control of your movements— and a single gasp gets caught in his throat. “s-shit, baby. i just f—fuckin’ came. fuck fuckkk—”

gojo watches as you move against his lap, his throbbing cock coated with a few veins just pumping in and out— his base thwacking against his skin, his head leans back— 

long pretty white lashes flutter as he stares up at the ceiling, taking a moment to swallow. “g—god, you’re a little s-slut for fucking me like this a-angel. making me f-feel good.”

“and you’re still talking,” you moaned with a bit of hidden sass, and that earned a smile from him, even while he’s chasing his incoming high, his white strands were messy from the constant jittery movements— he was just no match for your hips, it never failed to get him weak in the knees.  “just s-shut up, satoru.”

“make me.” he whines back. 

you glare, leaning in to kiss him— and he expects it, returning it before grabbing onto your ass, making sure he’s pumping inch after inch inside of your pussy— your thighs painted exquisitely with his seed, sashaying your hips against him— he groans in your mouth, before it turns into sweet melodic moans. gojo couldn’t keep his hands to himself— not when it came to you. 

“fuck . . fuck me, baby.” he moaned— pulling away to stare at you, his voice trembled a bit, licking his lips before leaning in to nibble on your bottom lip. “i need y-you, make me cum.”

his voice was filled with so much desperation— a quaver in his tone as you reached down to rub against your clit, continuing to rock against him back and forth, back and forth— your head raced miles a second and gojo’s so loud— his moans rang around the paper thin walls of the apartment. 

“fuckkk this pussy is just nasty,” he groans, and his head goes back— his hand barely gripping onto your ass anymore, his jaw clenched, such bass in his words before he feels his shaft poke against a certain sweetened spot of yours, and you whimper loudly. “keep it in. fuckin’ keep it for me—”

he moans, and the head of his cock kisses against your folds— realizing how far gojo was inside your pussy made you throb and clench around him— he shivered a bit, giving you yet another load, he lost count by this point— as if it was some sort of competition— let alone contest, although it was safe to say, you were stuffed full, to the absolute brim. 

you pant, he’s still throbbing inside of you before you lean in to kiss him— gojo slings a hand around your waist, sliding his tongue against yours before out of nowhere his body jerks. 

you furrowed your eyebrows, watching him start to jolt— before he slumped onto the bed on his back.

“satoru . . ?” you stammered, wondering what happened— your heart beats rapidly and he wasn’t moving, you leaned in— not knowing what to do, staring right into his face, raising your voice and your voice cracks. “s-satoru?”

there’s no reply.

you’re growing more and more panicky as each second passed — his eyes were closed, and you’re just confused, was he . . dead . . ? you brought a hand up to his face— lightly smacking him, and again there’s no reaction. 

so out of nowhere— you feel a tear roll down your cheek. “satoru? this isn’t funny. wake up, i never got to tell you that—” and you pause, a single tear landing on his pale cheek, your voice growing tiny, turning into an almost sweet defeated murmur.

“—that i love you.”

yet seconds later, his eyes flutter and he grins. “awww really?”

you were embarrassed— your mouth slightly opens, completely unamused, and you smack his chest, sitting up. 

“. . that’s not funny, asshole. i-i thought you were dead.” you stammered, feeling yourself get hot from all over your body— your heart still pulsed, and you started to actually wonder deep down, if you did in fact still have feelings for him. 

“well, baby i’m not dead.” gojo snickers— and you only glare at him, sliding your clothes on before walking out the bedroom. he rubs the back of his neck with a sheepish grin— noticing you left your panties, coated with nothing but his cum. “. . i love you too, heh.”

gojo sits up, with a smile on his face— glancing at the clock near his dresser, it reads close to midnight, and he stands up to stretch. he had to show the tape to someone— and that someone had to be you, someone he loves. loved.  

little did you know, how stupid you were. 

perhaps everything was planned after all along, now if only you didn’t watch that stupid tape with gojo— because in approximately seven days,

you were going to die. 

FREAK IN THE SHEETS toji fushiguro

SUMMARY: toji finds a new apartment finally after getting abruptly fired, despite someone already living there. yet that’s when he stumbled upon you, a pretty young ghost woman.

CONTENT: lady k and the sick man au, f! ghost reader, reader’s 20+, manhandling, breeding, full nelson, mating press, praise, degradation, face riding, dumbification, first time squirt, finger sucking, impact play, overstim, toji is a bum lol, corruption, reader is touch starved (pet names: pretty/little girl, sweetheart, baby)

WORD COUNT: 5.1k

NOTE: plz show in the TAGS. based off lady k and the sick man but if u haven’t read that u can read this blindly <3 p-pls

KAZUTOBER M.LIST

Toji who’d recently gotten laid off from his job, then shortly after— he’d gotten evicted from his own home, his life was in shambles, and couldn’t keep a single job for more than a week— it was no surprise, he was a lazy man.

Although, he finds a house that seemed to be vacant and empty, within a blink of an eye, he moves in— at first wondering it was some sort of trick, this house being so vulnerable and welcoming, yet he pays no mind to it, plopping down near the fat cushioned sofa— crossing his arms before letting off a sigh, pondering to himself quietly as he bounced his thigh before he turns once he hears the slightest bit of shuffling.

“Huh . . ” He grumbles, yet that’s when he sees you, sitting near the cupboard— wearing some old white gown, and his darkened thin black eyebrows furrow once his eyes trail towards your lap, you sat on your knees— slightly cocking your head to the side and Toji was about to speak before you clumsily fall— landing on his hardened chest, and he breaks your fall, landing with a raspy oof.

You stare at Toji— and he stares back at you, although, as you’re laid on his chest, he looks down to see the gown you wore exposed, showing your thighs— and you had no panties underneath, your fingers were coated with some sort of sheeny slick and he raises his eyebrows before humming cockily.

“Were you just playin’ with yourself . . ?”

“. . N-no,” you stammered in a quiet voice— and you definitely were, there was no denying it, nevermind that— you cleared your throat, staring at the bulky toned man. “Who are you?”

“Your new neighbor,” he slyly responds, his voice had a mere rasp to it— his entire demeanor, his body language— the way his hands just dug into the empty pockets of his black worn down sweatpants, it was sexy. Without a doubt this man was attractive— the near smug expression he gave you was almost enough to make you start to throb. “Fushiguro, Toji,” he uttered in a low tone— and he teasingly bends down— going towards your level, your eyes spot the scarred beige colored scar that was slanted across the right side of his lip. “I think we’re gonna get along just fine, pretty girl.”

And Toji’s experiences with living with you— a pretty ghost, was . . tame so to speak. He managed to find and hold down a job for sometime— a part time job, you’d just lounge around at the house. You had a rather bland life, technically speaking, you were just . . there. Existing. A lifeless soul, a pure spirit even.

There was nothing relatively interesting happening between the two of you— until one day, Toji returns from home during the middle of the night. He figured you’d be asleep like you usually were— you’d spend countless hours, knocked out into a deep slumber but this night— you were doing much more than sleeping.

You were touching yourself. Again.

On Toji’s side of the bed too— the both of you shared a bed, there was only one in the house, yet it wasn’t much of an issue— it was comfortable and very much king sized.

So it’s to Toji’s surprise to walk in and see you, pretty legs sprawled out near the sheets— fingers curled and stuffed deep into your pussy, whining out Toji’s name on constant repeat.

“. . . Ohhh,” Toji mutters, and he sees the immediate embarrassment overtake your face, a cute attempt to shield yourself with the thick velvet covers and he walks towards you— the very soles of his shoes clanking against the hard wooden floor. “Is this what you do when I’m not here, sweetheart? Play with yourself,” and it’s in the mere form of a question before he cockily tilts his head— clicking his tongue with a slow playful head shake. “. . . Heh, and you’re not even doing it right either. Poor baby.”

“. . . I- I thought you wouldn’t be here until the morning.” You stammer, trying to change the subject— and he slips off his shoes, slightly twisting his neck to the side to stretch— before getting into the bed, and his eyes immediately glance down at your lap. Yet that‘s when you sit up from your current position— a near pout on your face. “. . Toji.”

He’s staring openly, watching your own fingers remain in your lap and he hums, growing amused for a moment before chuckling lowly. “Yeah?” And his voice pitched— it was low, husky and not to mention insanely attractive.

Toji’s taken aback once you grab onto his hand, you lie back against the plump pillows, somewhat guiding his hand from your chest until it reaches lower— and lower— and lower, until it’s between your legs, and his eyebrows slightly raise, watching your body tremble from his contact before you whine. “I need you to touch me.”

“You . . . need?” He grins, repeating your pathetic words, such haughtiness on his facial expressions, as irksome as it was, just a simple gesture as that made you throb through your thin silk white panties. “You don’t need shit, you want my touch. How cute.”

“Fine—” You spat back, and it made him smile, seeing you grow irritated, agitated at the least— biting down on your lip, the warmness of his hand was nearly enough to make you moan before Toji snatches his hand back.

“I wanna do more than just touch you, little girl,” he mutters, viridescent eyes maintaining such eye contact, Toji’s voice pitches deeply in the slightest, and at first you’re confused by what he was saying.

But of course, you found out exactly what Toji meant, by sitting right on his face— staring down at him— Toji returns the stare, and he starts slow, making your thighs shiver and quake underneath him, he’s creating sloppy kisses against the very print of your panties— your padded cunt brushes against the faint stubble on his chin.

Toji found it cute the way your legs jittered a bit, just barely hovering over his mouth before he dragged a tongue down your slit, staring at you with half-lidded eyes before muttering in a raspy, “Awww. Don’t be shy, lay it all on me, girl. Sit, sit.”

You intake a breath, replying with a tiny, “O-Okay,” and once you plop down on his face, giving a moment to adjust, a coy frisky grin pressed against his lips— and Toji wastes no time, using the soft pad of his thumb to rub against your underwear, sucking on it for a few brief seconds before moving it aside— and you let off a mere sweet mewl, feeling his lips latch onto your pussy.

Your taste, it was sugary— just a few seconds and Toji was hooked, it got him hard, hearing your whiney noises reverberate and bounce across the thin walls— you were far more sensitive than any average human, and that only made him crave you anymore— he’s just sloppy, one hand gripped onto your thigh as you watch his tongue create such erotic movements, the pace had your lip quivering and your thighs already clenching.

“Pull—” he grumbles, his mouth was full— full of your sweetened flavor, his stubble just tickles against your cunt and you moaned, your hips having a mind of its own— to where you’re riding his face now, and the tip of Toji’s nose brushes against your folds, making you whimper. “Pull on my hair for me.”

You complied willingly, rummaging your shaky fingers into his hair— smooth locks getting tangled within your hands, you gave him a soft tug and he grunted from it— your hips were unsteady, moving against his mouth at such a tottering rhythm.

“Harder.” He groans, and your eyes nearly start to roll— hearing him let off such salacious noises with just and only his tongue, making sure to not miss a single spot, Toji’s tongue was brutal— it’s got your mind running laps, nearly sending you to such a euphoric state— you were so sensitive, touch starved, even him brushing his fingertips against your cold hallowed skin, was perhaps enough to make you make a mess on his face.

“T—Toji,” you’d sniffle, rutting your hips again and again against his face, by now— he was practically nose deep, the very tip part swiping against your cunt, he grunts lowly once you give his dirty strands a harder yank— and his slick runs down his chin, and it’s sexy, Toji has to take a second to breathe, he swallows, and you shiver— hearing him spit on your pussy before dragging a thumb down the opening only to go straight back into sucking. “. . Toji— Toji, I f-feel like—”

A smile tugs against his lips, giving your folds a sweet kiss— laying his tongue flat against your pussy, and he’s just so filthy— yet doesn’t care, Toji eats you out as he’s been starved for weeks, hasn’t had a proper good meal since— since between your legs. “You gonna cum, yeah?” He mumbles, his long lashes close for a moment— feeling your hips just buck and writhe against him, and you’re getting him hard— he groans, reaching a hand down to touch himself, he’s hard . . a boner was visible through his sweats, and he wanted more.

You nod, your bottom lip just quivering— it was adorable, yet pathetic in the slightest, the way you had both hands holding onto Toji’s hair, riding his face— his eyelids were immensely low, sensually flicking the very tip of his tongue against your clit, making you mewl out a sweet whimper. “Y-Yeahhh.”

Toji’s just so mean though— he makes you wait until he’s done feasting, which lasts about a good ten minutes. He likes seeing you a total dumb mess, all from his tongue— babbling, sputtering, stammering out such incoherent whined and cries to just let you cum—each time he feels your hips slow against your mouth, he brings a mean spank to your pussy, making you moan—

Just twitching and hovering over his pink damped lips. After a few seconds, he finally lets you— and you’re just stupid, your cute abrupt orgasm that he elicits from the back of your throat with such ease makes him grin. “T—Toji,” is all you kept repeating as if that was only a word embedded into your brain, in such a state— your life nearly flashes before your eyes, which is ironic considering— what . . . life?

“. . Mhmmm, that’s a good girl,” he’d purr, and his words would just deliver in a way to where it immediately made you throb and pulsate— how embarrassing. Toji sits up, and he just slouches against the pillows before humming. “Come give me a kiss.”

You whined, crawling between his legs, and you placed your lips against his— Toji snakes a hand around your waist, and immediately, your tongue went across his soft sweetened lips, you moaned at the sheer thought of tasting yourself on his tongue right after he’d just ate you out— it was so filthy.

That annoying cocky smirk never left his lips, and you whimpered— feeling a rough hand of Toji’s grab onto your ass, you still wore your usual long white gown, yet all he did was just slide it up, grabbing a handful of your ass before spanking you as he kissed you— it was sexy, especially hearing him lowly grunt in your mouth.

Toji grunts, feeling you get handsy— you’re clumsy and your hand falls onto his crotch area, and he grabs your hand, making you feel his bulge before he breaks the kiss— glistening strings of spit departing.

“You’re so damn needy,” he grumbles, and he lets your hands roam— digging into his sweatpants, Toji just watches with a dumb smug grin, seeing you struggle a bit— not knowing how to untie a simple knot, it was cute.

After a few seconds, you get it— feeling the hem of his boxers before ultimately springing out his hardened length— you leaned into his neck, and he’s surprised to feel you softly nibble your teeth onto his neck, tasting his sweet skin— he groans for a moment, and it tickles, still feeling his hard dick being stroked by you. “Heh. Are ya confused, princess? I hope you didn’t plan on just biting me.”

“N-No,” you stammered, your tongue softly grazing against his skin— he wasn’t used to your tongue, especially with the length of it— feeling your tender pearly whites softly bite into his skin turned him on a bit, much more than he realized.

And he lays back, breathing quietly for a moment as you’re making a cute attempt to stroke him, you have no idea what you’re doing, the soft pad of your thumb brushing against his frenulum, his tip was coated with such pretty sweet pre-cum. You leaned in to give him another kiss, dumbly kissing his mouth so you kiss the side of his chin instead. “T—Toji.”

“Are ghosts always this slutty?” Toji wriggles his eyebrows, and you furrow your own eyebrows in confusion— certain terms he used confused you, yet never paid much mind, he playfully licks your bottom lip before bringing you close to his chest. “I want you to do somethin’ for me, little girl.”

You stared at him with glossy needy eyes, tilting your head, and Toji makes you lie flat on your back, you watch with curious eyes— he pulls up your dingy white nightgown, and pushes your legs up to your chest, a soft breathy pant leaving his lips, and you looked so pretty sprawled out for him like this, absolutely dumbfounded— pretty sopping wet pussy all out and on full display.

“I want you to tell me how deep I reach you, can you do that?” He huffs out, and his tone grows more raspy throughout each second— giving him a shy nod before he brings a hand up to your chin, narrowing his eyebrows. “Use those words, girl.”

“O—Okay Toji,” you stammered out, and he brushes a thumb against your lips, he’s teasing you by mocking the pout you had on your mouth, giving you a kiss— and again, you’re sensitive from any amount of touch he gives you, so it makes you whine.

He pulls away— and brings his hefty cock out, Toji groans, he was so full. Aching to be inside you, ever since he saw you— he just knew that you had to be filled up, stretched immensely, he could practically feel your walls clenching and tightening around him and he wasn’t even inside yet.

“Fuck,” he grunts— and you stare at him, your eyebrows parting into a mere furrow. Toji’s sweats were pulled down, his grayish blue boxers just about hanging from his v-line itself, and he swipes his tip against your sensitive needy folds. It drags out a whiney hiss from you. “Ooh, you’re just itching for it, aren’t ‘cha, princess? Mhm, this pussy’s just hungry.”

“Don’t tease me p-please.” You babble, and you gasp once Toji brings a hand towards your chest, giving your breasts a squeeze, pinching against your nipple and you moan.

“Aw, you don’t like being teased, do you? Well that’s too bad,” he chuckles— and you bite down on your lip— your legs feeling complete mush practically, a tiny mewl exiting your lips once he aligns himself, staring at him. He stares back at you, uttering a sly,

“. . . Heyyy girl,” and that’s when Toji starts to slowly sink his way inside you, slowly and inch by inch— he’s so big, and he’s very much aware of it too, his fat tip alone was enough to steal a tiny moan from you, and he grabs onto your chin once he catches you start to break eye contact. “Don’t look away, keep those pretty eyes on me the entire time I’m stuffing you full.”

You stare at him— and you moan, feeling his hefty base slap against you, he was really full— truly he was, and you bite back a moan again, whining from the immense stretch he gave your cunt— as if you were elastic, the very curve of his dick runs alongside the crevices inside of you and you’re so dizzy, it feels you up with such want— he’s buried balls deep as if your pussy was just a meaningless coffin, Toji’s hips snaps against you once— and just a single thrust makes you whimper out, wrapping your arms around his neck.

“More please,” you’d mumble out, taking in his cheap cologne scent near the collar of his buttoned up shirt. “F-Fuck me, Toji.”

“Now you wanna use your words, heh. Okay,” he hums— pure cockiness in his tone entirely, each word he spoke, baritone dripping off his voice, a rapsy pitched tone that never failed to make you throb and throb. “Hold on to me. I don’t wanna break you. Especially if I accidentally tear this pussy in half. Then that’d be no fun, now would it, princess?”

His words were just raunchy— explicit, the definition of filthy, he speaks directly up next to your ear too, and it’s just a lot to take in— his throbbing cock twitching inside of you, or Toji’s simple words that continued to have you drenched, as embarrassing as it sounds.

“N-No.” You whined, and he’s still got your knees shoved up to your chest— Toji’s hips drive into you, and his hip movements get sloppier and sloppier, you’re so loud— your sweet moans ring through his ears, his very tip french kissing against your g-spot and it drags off those cute gasps from your mouth, he studied your expressions— the way your lips parted, eyebrows curled and furrowed— anything and everything.

Toji can’t help but be a bit rough with you— not even moments later and you’re already getting fucked ruthlessly against the fat cushioned mattress— he’s just jackhammering his dick into you, small grunts exits his lips each and every second, his hips were so rude— bullying you in each and every way with how it’s just vigorously striking against your core, it’s got you in a trance, it doesn’t take long at all for you to get addicted to your bummy new neighbor’s dick— it’s got you just throbbing and yearning for more.

“Hear that?” Toji utters gruffly— black strands of hair nearly occluded his vision with how it ran down his eyes— his hair was messy, ruffled, and it was attractive.

You don’t know what he means, but Toji brings a rough hand towards your tummy— and he grows quiet, and you hear the sloppy squelching sounds your own pussy makes— as if it was singing some sort of lewd raunchy tune. “Fuckkk . . Your cunt’s just slutting itself out on me. So dirty. Trying to fuck me back, that’s kinda cute, heh.”

You’re whimpering— and Toji leans in to kiss you again, the kiss was more sensual and passionate yet rough and sloppy at the same time— he used a bit of tongue this time as his hips piston inside of you, rearranging your insides, playing patty cake with your walls in such a degrading way.

“F-Fuckkk me Toji—” You stuttered, pathetically tripping over your words, his thick cock being ultimately swallowed by your sheer warmth, applying pressure against your ass within each smack he creates with his hips. “Stretching me s-so good.”

“I know I am, girl,” he grunts— he’s panting heavily, in short raspy breaths, Toji swipes a tongue located across the slanted scar near the right side of his lip— giving you a mean, cunning expression. “Shit. Your pussy’s so greedy, gonna make me fuckin’ cum soon.”

You’re just a dumb babbling mess, Toji’s continuing to pump you full of his thick girthy inches— it’s so good to where you start drooling. He chuckles, leaning in to wipe the excess drool pouring down your mouth. “You’re a nasty lil’ thing, aren’t you,” he huffs out— and he doesn’t expect you to grab onto his hand, shoving two of his fingers into your mouth. Toji’s taken back for a moment yet a mere sneer appears on his lips as he watches you moan, taking two of his thick digits down your throat until you gag. “Absolutely filthy. Now I’m just imaginin’ you choking on the real thing.”

You grow embarrassed at his teasing— trying to pry his hand out your mouth but Toji hums. “Nah. Don’t be shy now, keep sucking while I make you cum. You can be as dirty as you want around me, sweetheart.”

Toji‘s hips drove and drove into you at such pace, such speed it’s got your mind going stupid— brainless, the definition of your current state, all because of his dick— your moans were muffled as his two fingers were inside your mouth, sucking on them like the filthy girl that you were— and he couldn’t deny that seeing you in such a position turned him on.

“Fucking full—” He grumbles, and you whimper, feeling his base smack against you, again and again, and again— you’re so dizzy, your pussy gripped down on him, squeezing him— being so selfish by holding him hostage— it pisses Toji off in a way to where he can’t help but make his thrusts more thorough and precise—

Smacking, smacking, smacking, he’s losing himself, going insanely pussydrunk— and yet he can’t help it. You’re just addicting. Toji stares down at you with low green eyes, mumbling in a husky tone. “Where do you want it, princess? Inside, outside, on that pretty tummy,” and he pauses— gripping your thigh once more. “Orrrr on your sloppy cunt to decorate it.”

“I—Inside please,” you immediately jabbered out, taking his fingers out of your mouth— strings of your own spit coating the pads of his fingerprints and you’re just so needy, sensitive, pulsating with such desire of what it’s like to be filled up from the inside.

Toji’s thin eyebrows come together and his hips pause for a moment before he chuckles. “Silly girl. I’m gonna overflow your little cunt, but whatever. If that’s what you want, I’d be more than happy to give it you, heh.”

And he keeps his promise— once Toji came, it was a lot, a big thick load he’s been saving for you, he groans, slowing his movements down as your cunt spreads for him, your inner walls just being massaged from the constant stretch he’s presenting you— it makes your eyes roll, it makes your mouth salivate, and even your toes curling.

“. . Lets fuckin’ see how much this ghost pussy can recieve,” he huffs out in a pant, leaning into your neck, dragging his pearly canines softly against the soft cold skin of your collarbone. You moaned from his tender touch, your skin grew more hunger for more of him— your body ached, you don’t know what it was with this guy, this man who only moved in a week ago— and was now deep inside your walls, fucking you dumb as if you were some slut.

Yet in this case, perhaps maybe you were.

Toji moves your legs down, and you’re laid flat against the bed, just stupefied from his thrusts entirely, you’re in a daze— stuck in it, simply living in utter ecstasy, and he’s dumping such a thick load into you— his eyes close for a moment and he kisses his teeth with sheer vex.

“. . . Damnnnn,” He groans, his hefty base was full, swollen with a lot more to give entirely— he stares down, fixating his gaze towards your cunt and licks his lips at the sight that greets him once he pulls out slowly, staring at his own cum oozing out of your folds, your thighs twitched— and Toji brings two fingers towards your slick entrance before shoving some of his own seed back into you. “Messy girl. This cum doesn’t come for free. Keep that shit in for me, yeah.”

You whimper, glossed lips quivering before Toji leans in to kiss you once more— feeling his thick fingers swirl around inside of you, it’s so messy, filthy and insanely sticky— before he picks you up, and you let off a soft gasp.

“Upsie fuckin daisey,” He groans, and he leans back, lazy position— and has you facing the other direction, your back pressing against his chest as he holds the bottom parts of your ass. “I ain’t done with you, girl. Wet pussy’s too addicting for me to not keep going.”

“T—Toji,” you mewled, and your voice was shaky, a lot more lewd now that you were practically dumb, with such care and ease— he plops you down onto his fat dick— holding your thighs, and you hear a certain ring in your ears before he cuts you off in a rough voice.

“There there, sweetheart. Only words I wanna hear is from your nasty pussy giving me back talk when I fuck it,” he mumbles, the pitch in his voice lowering octave after octave— you whine once he gives your cunt a spank, which turns into one, then two, then three— he’s mean, he can’t help but maneuver a few circles against your folds, you’re so drenched and soaked for him— he can’t fathom it, nor did he want to waste time on doing so. “You’re a big fuckin’ girl. I’ll lift you up on me, and claim this pussy like this, fuckkkk.”

You gasp, and he’s so strong— bulky muscles lifting you up on his dick, you feel a vein that coated on his length throb against you as he was halfway in, you’re sinking down and the stretch is so appetizing— you have to take a moment to moan, laying flat back against his chest.

“Good girl. Relax for me.”

Your pussy throbs from Toji’s words, and it brings butterflies towards your stomach— feelings you weren’t sure how to feel about, feelings that felt way too human for your own good.

Momentarily, he starts to fuck you— holding the bottom parts of your thighs, your legs were widely spread and he’s just pumping his thick shaft in and out of your folds, using your sweet needy cunt as if it was a fleshlight— he’s still sensitive from his recent release, and Toji starts to grow more vocal himself, his noises were low and raspy.

Right up close and personal against your ear, your feet laid against his thighs and he’s just drilling himself in and out of you— as if you were his cute personal little pocket-pussy.

“F-Fuck, I f-feel something else T—Toji.” You whimpered, and he’s holding your hips steady, you nibble down on the sweet skin of your lip— feeling such nerves bundle up inside of you, tickling your very insides— yet there was no joke, nothing relatively funny at all.

Although, maybe your pussy found things amusing, the way it kept creating such noise— it just wouldn’t shut up, so noisy, as if it was having some sort of debate with your own moans entirely.

“. . . Yeahhh?” He coos, lifting you up and down with rough bare hands, you’re just slamming onto his lap and it’s so good, you’re almost about to start drooling again— his dick was so hypnotizing, it’s got your eyes swirling, you kept throbbing and pulsating between your legs—

Each time his cockhead tapped against your sweet spot, you let off the most sweetened cried even known— you’re just feral, your tongue was merely lolling out— so dramatic, but you couldn’t help it, not when your sleazy neighbor knew how to fuck this good. “Sounds like you’re gonna squirt, baby. Has anyone ever made you squirt before?”

“N—No, Toji.” You whimpered, and he’s buried balls deep again, your eyelids were just fluttering, eyes getting heavy and you’re having a race with your own breath, your panting was becoming erratic and you were chasing whatever sort of stimulation was about to arise inside of you.

“I’ll change that for ya real quick,” he slyly replies with a raspy chuckle to suffice. Yet this time, Toji brings his mean hands up to your thighs, lifting them up and pinning your neck back with his hands— fucking you in full nelson, and you start babbling again— he’s just reaching so deep, you’re at a loss for words completely, yet brings a free arm down to play with your pussy— giving it a spank. “Give it to me. Be messy and squirt all over me, girl.”

His words scratched a deep carnal itch in your brain, he’s rubbing and spanking against your cunt and again, he’s so mean— grumbling the amount of spanks over his breath. “Won’t stop spanking ‘till you squirt, fuckin’ ghost slut.”

Toji’s degrading words— sent straight towards your cunt, you whimpered, feeling your nipples perk up underneath the silk fabric of your white nightgown.

But he was just so rude, teasing you— as if he’s not fucking you full of dick, he’s swirling his fingers around your pussy as well— a constant repetitive maneuver of circles, you’re just in awe at how pleasure from a human could feel this good— you haven’t felt this good in a long time, perhaps years back from your past.

“T-Toji, f—fuckkk fuckkk,” you’d babble, such sweet saccharin-flavored whines and moans being dragged from your throat, your head just bobbled back against Toji’s chest— he’s just spanking your folds again and again, his other arm still gripping onto your thigh this time— and you’re so dizzy, you can’t get enough, you were addicted, feasibly cockdrunken— the way your eyes rolled back to where all your vision could make out was white was incredibly lewd.

Once you squirt— it’s a lot, you gush out all on his lap, muscles within you clench and clench and your mouth opens as your thighs shake violently as if it was some sort of earthquake. Rumbling, the pure definition of your thighs was what it were, he knows exactly how to use his fingers, because you’re making such a mess— your mind goes blank for a moment, and Toji had a smug grin. “That’s it. Squirt all on me. I’ll clean you right up after.”

Your legs trembled in such exhilaration— your mind was spinning, toes curled up as you bit your lip from your impactful orgasm— it was so much, so good, so delicious.

“C’mere.” Toji huffs out, turning you around— he’s still twitching inside of you, and you moan before he leans in to lock his lips against yours, you whimpered— feeling him grab your ass— also feeling the annoying haughty smirk compressing against his pink lips as his tongue shoved down your throat, Toji was intoxicating— you could make out some cheap kind of liquor on his tongue, his stubble near his chin brushing against your own, and that’s when you pull away— letting off a whine.

He pants, giving you an abrupt headpat while his eyelids were low— heavy, and out of nowhere you blurt out what you wish you hadn’t said at all. Shame on your pussy for speaking for you at a time like this.

“I— I love you, Toji.”

“. . . Heh, what?”