Cheaters /Cheating! Gojo X Cheating! Reader/

𝐁𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍'𝐒 𝐁𝐀𝐁𝐘 - 𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐘 𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐔𝐀𝐑𝐘

Bonten has taken you hostage, because your father hasn't been paying the debt that he owed to them. They told your father that they will keep you until he paid that large amount of money up. And while they kept you in their home, they grew fond of you. not just because of that pretty face or your skimpy, pretty pink clothes. No, the way you acted so dumbly was frankly adorable..and throughout the time you spent with the men, they became your daddies.

❥ content warnings :

18+, bimbo!reader, fingering, kidnapping, hints of reader being queer, cheating, creampie, breeding, possessive behavior, slight yandere themes, age gaps, poly relationship, threesomes, exhibition, choking, brat taming, being a sugar baby, pet names, bondage, pet play, mentions of violence, rough sex, unprotected sex, anal, dom/sub, spitting, ddlg relationships, gangbang, virginity loss, public sex, knife/gunplay, car sex, oral, boob job, noncon filming, all characters are over 18, readers skin color is not mentioned

❥ parts !

⋮ pt. 1 : WHAT A SURPRISE!

⋮ pt. 2 : NAUGHTY LITTLE GIRL

⋮ pt. 3 : ARE YOU BUSY?

more parts coming soon <33

THE ETHICS OF RELATIONSHIPS - 'THE PROF GETO SERIES'

INSTRUCTOR INFORMATION Professor Suguru Geto Level: Advanced (18+) Total Points: 91,264 / 91,264 (100% Complete) Extra Credit Earned: 3,603 Recommended Study Playlist

COURSE DESCRIPTION Professor Suguru Geto is a renown ethics professor, and you're a 4.0, straight A student whose GPA he's trying to ruin (or that's what you think). Instead of dropping the class, you're more intent on making him see your brilliance -- but you get more than you bargained for, when the two of you learn more about the other -- and what you owe to each other.

COURSE REQUIREMENTS

I. I NEED SOMEONE OLDER....................................10,376 POINTS

II. ILLICIT AFFAIRS......................................................16,821 POINTS

III. THE WRONG PLACE AT THE RIGHT TIME......12,010 POINTS

IV. YOU DREW STARS AROUND MY SCARS.........14,288 POINTS

V. WAIT FOR YOUR LOVE..........................................12,464 POINTS

VI. TEACH YOU HOW FOREVER FEELS…………….25,305 POINTS

EXTRA CREDIT

I. SUDDENLY, I HAVE A VALENTINE.......................1,208 POINTS

II. SAY YOU CAN'T SLEEP (BABY I KNOW).............2,395 POINTS

𖧧 ٫٫ Houkago wa Kissaten, icons. 스

office worker toji x puppy girl reader bonus tidbits

time to get this out of the drafts :3

office worker toji helps puppy girl reader with her first heat while with him !! nsfw / 18+ !(ෆ’∀’ෆ)!

it’s been a few months since toji’s taken you in. to toji's delight you've begun speaking a bit more - from greeting him when he comes back from work to asking about his day, or shyly asking him for help when you need it. you've also maintained your openness to his petting, making soft noises of delight each time.

recently though, toji’s notices you’ve been more reluctant in letting him go to work. at the door you nuzzle him affectionately, which is cute, but you whimper more sadly than usual when he pets you on the head and tells you to “be a good pup” while he’s working.

you’ve also started licking him before the two of you sleep, climbing on top of him and laying your front against his chest. you whine out his name and make soft noises of contentment too, pressing your face into the crook of his neck and leaving warm puppy drool all over his adam’s apple with your tongue. it’s not that toji minds the drool, but he often ends up getting up out of bed once you’ve fallen asleep to splash his face with cold water or take a cold shower.

when he comes back home to your without your regular greeting, he finds you squirming under the covers of your shared bed wrapped in clothes stolen from his hamper he decides to give shiu a call.

“it sounds like she’s nesting, probably going into her monthly heat,” shiu says with a hint of amusement in his voice.

“heat,” toji repeats back blankly.

“yeah, she’ll be real turned on for a couple of days, make sure to keep her hydrated. some owners like to take care of it themselves, or you can get some toys to help keep her occupied. i’ll send ya some information.”

“thanks,” toji replied, processing shiu’s words.

“it’s real nice though, fushiguro, they get real hot and bothered-"

toji hangs up.

most of the “information” shiu ended up sending were various models of toys to help you get through your heat, but he did include some more informative links. it was important to keep you hydrated, and experienced owners suggested keeping snacks around, too. skin-ship, the more the better, was also recommended to help soothe hybrid instincts - basically it was best if you weren’t left alone.

he does decide to get one of the less extreme toys. a simple vibrating dildo at a decent size. he sets you up with some water and sits down beside you, alternating between some soft petting and holding your hand while ordering one for express delivery.

the night remains mostly uneventful. he’s able to leave a few times to fetch water and brings you a convenience store onigiri he stocks in the fridge so that you’re not hungry while he’s at work. he hand feeds you with you seated on his lap, back against his chest. occasionally, you swipe your wet tongue against his fingertips and when you’re done with the rice ball you lick his fingers clean. content, you look up at him, exposing your collar. toji asks you if you know why “you’re being all soft and clingy” and you don’t seem to be able to explain it completely, mumbling out “puppy like toji.” it’s a different kind of cute, knowing that you can’t control your desire to be around him and it ignites something in toji’s chest. he adjusts your collar, and fiddles with the small engraved charm. “yer know what your ‘heat’ is, pup?”

“mm hot,” you reply, playing with his fingers. he chuckles, tapping your nose.

“not quite,” he says, and rubs the skin around your collar. “i’ll take care of you though, okay?” you nod along and smile up at him with your puppy-dog eyes. “quit bein’ so cute,” he grumbles, pinching your cheek gently. “let’s get you tucked into bed, hm?”

with you finally asleep beside him, toji spent a few hours researching more about puppy hybrid heats. he found that it was common for owners to provide assistance to their hybrids during this time or owners also kept multiple hybrids so that they might help each other through their heats. there were even articles talking about how hybrids only went in heat if there was a certain level of attraction or companionship with their partner - hybrid or human. though your openness and affection towards him was tempting, toji wanted his puppy to be sure of what she was doing before being so involved. he also discovered some common biological functions. puppy girls often produced lots of slick as a means of self lubrication, hence why it was important to keep them hydrated. increased blood flow during heats also meant that sensation to their ears, neck and erogenous zones were heightened, becoming spots of pleasure. he lazily stroked one of your ears as you slept, wondering if and how your reaction would differ. a few websites also explained your nesting behaviour - it was part of dog hybrid instincts to build a nest for potential pups, but the strong scent of their partner was comforting during this intense period. toji furrowed his brow at “potential pups”.

cringing a little on the inside, he typed “how do hybrids become pregnant” into the search engine. multiple search results concluded that it was impossible for humans to reproduce with hybrids. well, at least he wouldn’t have to worry about that. essentially, heats were just your instincts going into overdrive and the best way to help you would be to let you fulfil them as much as possible. the website continued to talk about heat suppressants, which should be used sparingly for approved medical reasons to prevent long term issues. eventually, toji fell asleep with different fragments of information floating around in his mind, one arm holding you close.

as usual, toji woke up before you. he gave you a once over, checking your temperature with the back of his hand. you seemed to be warming up. he decided to go on a quick supply run to make sure you’d be stocked up with food and water. he tucked you back in and got dressed to go downstairs.

toji returned half an hour later with a few plastic bags full of water, juice and rice balls from the convenience store. there was also a parcel left by the door, which must’ve been the toy he ordered for you. he brought everything inside, and went to check on you. you seemed to be just waking up, reacting sluggishly when he returned to the room. “tojiii,” you drawled sleepily. he placed everything by the bed. you wriggled out from under the blanket and clothes on your hands and knees.

“what’s wrong, puppy?” he asked, petting your head. you whimpered and wagged your tail lazily.

“hot”, you mumbled.

“yer heating up a bit aren’t ya,” he responds. you sit up on the bed and wrap your arms around his waist. you didn’t seem to be heat stricken just yet. “are you hungry puppy?” you shook your head.

“sleepy,” you replied.

“how about you sleep a little longer, and let me wash off,” he suggested. he watches you mull it over with a little pout, and you begrudgingly set him free before holing back into your nest. toji brought the parcel to the bathroom with him. his mind wandered as he brushed teeth. on one hand, he was a bit worried about how he might react to you, and on the other he wanted to make sure you were able to act upon your instincts. he spat out the toothpaste and gargled. it’d been a while since he’d been with a woman - work took up most of his time and when he was free, he was too exhausted to actively think about sex. his university days had been far more carefree. well, it was all in the past now. before he left, he washed off the toy and plugged it in to charge.

your condition had changed rapidly in the moment he was gone. you were no longer in your nest, instead turned on your side, clutching toji’s pillows in your arms. your legs squeezed together when you heard the door open, toji’s scent filling your head. toji listened to you let out a desperate whine. “t-tojiii,” you squeaked out, rubbing your thighs against each other. toji was hit with a shot of affection watching you sit up and pull your shirt up to reveal your soft tummy. he pet your head, careful to avoid giving too much attention to your ears.

“what’s wrong puppy? is it your tummy?” you whined, tail thumping against the mattress. the timbre of his voice made your stomach swirl. “you want me to rub your tummy?” you nodded. the two of you arranged yourselves on the bed, toji’s back against the headboard and you seated comfortably in his lap. one hand reached under the hem of your shirt, rubbing slow circles against your tummy whilst the other held your warm hand.

toji’s warm hand seemed to soothe the feeling temporarily, though the relief didn’t last long. the itch soon spread to your thighs, and you rubbed them together in an effort to catch his attention. toji seemed to catch on quick, bringing his palm over the tops of your thighs. the heat slowly began to cloud your mind, focused only on the sensation of toji’s hands, how your back was warm against his chest. your head filled with little muted fizzles of pleasure as your owner stroked your increasingly sensitive skin. you began to let out soft little pants of air, hips squirming as you adjusted yourself. toji would soothe you often by saying “i know puppy, it’s just your heat,” but the words seemed far away in your hazy mind.

as time went on, frustration began to build inside you. toji could see the signs of it; your breath quickened, your whines more insistent, more frequent. you made multiple attempts to rid yourself of your shirt, but toji had gently taken your hands away and placed them by your side. but most of all, you had begun to squirm impatiently against him. heat pooled inside you and a constant throb made it unable for you to stay still. “where do you want to be pet, hm?” he watched you spread your legs shakily, and tried not to lose himself when he could see the slight glisten of slick on the inside of your thighs. “can you show me where?” you whine as you lift your hips slightly, as if inviting him. fuck. toji dipped his hand between your thighs, gently pressing his fingertips into your panties. you whined excitedly, thighs locking his hand in place. now that you were slicking up, you had soaked through your cotton panties. the wetness made the fabric cling to your skin, and he could easily feel the small bump of your clit.

gently, toji hooked his other hand under your knee, palm against your thigh, and bent your leg towards your chest, spreading you once again. he began rubbing you gently through the wet fabric, not with any deliberate intention to bring you to climax, but rather flattening his fingers against the soaked gusset and letting you grind yourself against him or trailing his fingertips up and down and watching you chase his fingers. he didn’t think you were aware of the noises you had begun making, quiet breathy moans escaping past your lips, or cute pleading whines when he momentarily drew his hand away. eventually, perhaps being tired of his teasing you wrapped both hands around his forearm, trying to keep his fingers pressed against you. he chuckled at your newfound boldness - even if heat induced - and let you grind yourself against his fingers, hips lifting off the bed to press yourself harder against him. it was cute to see you finally satisfy yourself, mewling out “toji, toji,” as you chased the pleasure.

perhaps in a moment of indulgence, toji leaned down to smother gentle kisses against the base of your ear. the sensation seems to tip you over the edge, cute whiney moans slipping from your lips as your stomach melts with pleasure. “yer like that puppy? that feels good, yeah?” toji can’t help the teasing lilt which slips out in his voice. it isn’t until you finally still against him and let go of his hands he pets you gently over your almost translucent panties, chuckling when your thighs twitch.

it didn't take long for your desperation to rise again. seeing that you had made no attempt to touch yourself earlier, toji decides to teach you. he takes your hand and presses your fingers against your panties, the other hand steady against your inner thigh to keep your legs open. he lets you explore rubbing yourself for a short moment, gaze unfocused as you feel over the slicked fabric. when you let out a quick surprised moan and try to clamp your legs together, toji knows that you've found your clit. he gently lifts your hand away and let his fingertip glide over the sensitive bump through the fabric. “this is yer clit, puppy,” he said softly. he presses his finger down, eliciting another squeal from you. “you have to be gentle.” you nod, and he withdraws his hand. the two of you fall into a steady rhythm. you clumsily rub yourself, hips occasionally bucking when you overstimulate your clit, all the while toji rubs your sensitive ears with one hand, his other hand continuing to hold you open. it doesn’t take too long for you to finish again, and your heat slowly ramps up.

it takes a couple more self-induced climaxes with toji gently guiding you and a nap for you to wake up feeling like rubbing yourself isn’t enough. what you want most pools inside your tummy, becoming needier in every moment. toji returns from his cold shower to you propped up on your elbows and knees, whining in frustration. the position makes your shirt slide forward, revealing the dip of your waist. your tail is lifted instinctually as you arch your back. toji groans as he spies the outline of your hips through the slick fabric. you’re presenting - a term toji remembers from his research, and it renders his cold shower entirely useless. at this point in your heat you’re ready for penetration and your heat really ramps up. he knows you won’t be satisfied until you’re full.

toji retrieves the toy. “you’re ready for something more now, right puppy?” he says as he brings the toy to your eye line. your excitement is clear and you nod desperately, shaking your hips even more. he sits down on the bed and pulls you back towards him so that your ankles rest against his hip bones, your cute ass right in front of him. tentatively, he begins to peel back the white cotton and lets out a deep breath as you're fully exposed. your skin glistens with slick, small strings snapping as he draws the cotton down your thighs. you whine loudly, arching your back in earnest as the air cooled your exposed skin.

he now knew why some owners liked to personally help their hybrids through heat.

“settle down puppy, have to stretch you out first,” he huffs out. holding you still with one hand against the top of your hips, he used the other to gently pat your sopping cunny, inhaling sharply as you bucked back. “yeah puppy, yer ready aren’t you.” you could hardly contain your sounds of anticipation. gradually, he sank his index finger into your tight heat. he bit his lip, trying not to imagine sliding something else into your slicked hole. heat made your puppy-cunt soft and inviting, and it didn’t long for toji to be slowly working three of his fingers in and out of you. slick clung to his fingers, dripping down to his knuckles as you squeezed against him, whining. when he could tell you were getting antsy, he withdrew his hand (to your temporary dismay) and began to rub the tip of the toy against your hips instead. your excitement was evident, eager to push back onto it as he lubricated the toy with your slick. it was cute watching you squirm for the toy with desperate huffs and toji couldn’t help but run the length of the toy along your folds, gently bumping the tip along your clit. he rubbed the head of the toy against your cunny, finding delight in your twitching and bucking. for a brief moment, he felt a minuscule of guilt for teasing you at this stage and supposed his habits in bed hadn’t really changed all that much. to your delight, he finally slipped the head of the toy into you.

toji swallowed dryly as he slowly worked each inch into you, savouring your mewls of satisfaction. it wasn’t hard for you to take the whole toy and you pressed back on it as if craving more. toji longed to give it you, but he had no choice but to wait. once you had taken the toy down to the handle, toji began moving it. he started by slowly dragging the toy away from you, letting just the head stretch the entrance of your twitching cunny before sliding it back in. when you seemed to crave more he gave you harder, more consistent thrusts of the toy, angling the tip along the sensitive areas which made your stomach coil with heat.

it didn't take long for toji, who was now perhaps lost in the haze of it all, to begin rambling mindlessly to you, fucking the toy into you as if it was himself.

“yer cute puppy-cunt’s all drooly, making a mess all over my hands.”

“is that yer g-spot puppy? feels good doesn’t it - i can when see yer squeezing.”

“good, good puppy, take it all.”

your throbbing cunny soaked up all the attention, clinging tightly to the silicone as toji fucked it into you. heat burned throughout you, and you lost focus on everything besides the feeling of toji’s palm against your hip and the toy he was using to pleasure you. your moans slipped out in rhythm with the toy bumping into the spot which made you clench your toes, and it built up bright bursts of pleasure throughout your tummy. you squealed and whined, pressing yourself into his palm and arching further as the feeling grew.

seeing your reaction, toji fucked the toy into you with a greater intensity, trying not to lose his grip on the soaked handle as he mimicked a partner getting close to filling you up. the sudden pace made you squeal loudly, jolting forwards in surprise. your hands reached forward, fisting themselves into the sheets as your body prickled with pleasure. toji wrapped his arm against the front of your thighs, reeling you back towards the toy before you could successfully pull yourself off.

"where're you going puppy? i thought you liked it, c'mon, take all of it."

a couple more strokes has you collapsing forwards in a loud cry of satisfaction. toji chases your wriggling hips with the toy, finishing you off with long, deep thrusts. he notices how his fingertips are coated in slick. you lie still against the bed, panting. toji watches slick dribble around the base of the toy onto the sheets, and when he gently lifts the fat of your cute ass he can see your hole twitching weakly around the toy. as you lie flat on your tummy to catch your breath, toji notices how your hands are still fisted tightly in the sheets as you come down from your high. he can’t help but climb on top you, straddling your thighs and pressing himself against your ass as if he might be the one inside you instead. he reaches forwards and tilts your chin up to look at him. your eyes are a little unfocussed when you look up at him, but you give him a little smile as drool slips out from the corner of your mouth. you can see the scar on his lip lift before he wipes it clean with his thumb and presses a gentle kiss against your forehead. “good puppy,” he says, before stroking your hair as you doze off.

toji waits until you’re asleep before gently pulling the toy out of you. it’s covered in your slick, and he’ll rinse it off when he takes his next cold shower. instead he leaves it on the sink and brings a warm cloth to gently wipe away the slick from your thighs, carefully swiping over your sensitive puppy-cunt so he doesn’t disturb your rest. he thinks he’ll spend the time you’re sleeping to cool off - he can’t risk losing his composure while you’re in heat. when you wake up, he’ll make sure you get some food and water, then maybe show you the toy’s vibration feature.

END

office worker toji is going to need a lot of cold showers for the next few days~ hopefully before the next heat he can talk puppy about helping her out personally ^_^

it's my first time writing something like this, so i'm a bit nervous about sharing ᵉʰᵉʰᵉ(*/∇＼⭒) hopefully you guys enjoyed it and that there are no glaring mistakes u_u

and also when i said "its been a couple of months" with toji, i just want to clarify that the puppy girl isn't underage or anything (since i feel like most hybrid writers treat heats similar to periods) when she meets toji. i just think it's kinda cute if you only get heats once you have a companion you like, and i feel like it would take a couple of months to warm up to someone enough to desire them that much.

okay thank you luvs for reading <3

Childe x Zhongli - POLYAMOROUS HCS vol 2

This is the second part of my POLYAMOROUS Childe / Zhongli / FEM reader HCS. It’s a shameless smut and lots of fluff. Be warned.

LINK TO THE FIRST PART

WARNING: NSFW, GAY CONTENT, FEM READER / ZHONGLI / CHILDE POLYAMOROUS RELATIONSHIP

„I-I don’t understand.”

Your fearful eyes leap between two men dining with you at the high-end Liyuean restaurant. Despite doing your utmost to breathe steadily through your nose, the air catches in your throat when Childe slides his right hand across the table with a very familiar-looking cloth bag crumpled in his fist. The ocean blue pupils squint at you, making your insides swirl as if you were spinning on a merry-go-round. You latch on to the chair, fidgety. The ginger’s searing gaze turns the cosy, dimly-lit room into a cage.

„What is it that you don’t understand, Doll, huh?”

Precious minutes pass in silence, and you find yourself wishing you had some superpowers that would allow you to vanish off the face of the earth. Childe doesn’t budge. Just waits and waits, exuding the aura of rapidly thinning patience. Even Mr Zhongli appears extra tense, tapping the graceful fingers on the silky tablecloth. He looks through you with his dragon eyes, narrowing into twinkling crescents.

„I, erm, I’m not sure what you’re implying here, Childe b-bu—,”

You wanted to test the waters, but it was exactly what the ginger had been pining after.

„Implying?”

Childe snickers, dramatically gesturing towards the brunet to check if he also heard that nonsense. Zhongli replies, arching his perfect eyebrow.

„I’m not implying anything, Girlie.”

He moves his chair closer to you, tucking the lone strand of hair behind your ear. Your whole body shivers and shakes as if you were coming down with a nasty cold.

„I’m merely informing you, Sweetheart, that I know you watched how we fucked in the office.”

You stare at him with your eyes wide open, unable to shut under the weight of Childe’s wry, almost sadistic smile.

„No!”

It’s like you are cornered, collapsing into yourself with humiliation. Cheeks burn badly as if branded with a hot iron, but these are only the ginger’s prying fingers, sinking to your chin. He grasps it firmly, guides your face to focus back on his.

„Yes.”

He says softly, too meekly to resemble the intense man you know. He presses on towards you. His knees bump into yours underneath the table. Shit, he is so close.

„No, n-no—,”

You shake your head, shiver after shiver shrinking back into the chair.

„Oh, yes, Doll. Yes, you did.”

The ginger torments, turning nastier with each weak sound of protest breaking free from your quivering lips. You look delicious to him like that, down from your curling toes to the welling with timid tears eyes.

„And you know what? I saw how you finger-fucked yourself till your legs couldn’t carry you anymore. I saw how you were trembling, covering those pretty lips to muffle your moans.”

He stops for a moment to take a long, ragged breath. The restless fingers wander lower, finding purchase around your neck. He doesn’t press hard, just lets them rest there, protectively swathing your neck like a scarf. You feel his pulse thundering against the veins of his wrist. The hustle and bustle of the restaurant is now muted, body plunging into the bottomless pit of Childe’s warped, kinky accusations. The heat rises under your skin. You part your lips to retaliate, defend yourself somehow, but a pitiful gasp makes it out of your tight throat once your eyes land on Mr Zhongli’s darkened features.

„Oh?”

Childe notices how you shift your focus to the observant, stoic brunet. Only this time, Mr Zhongli’s tie is loosened, inappropriately divulging the patch of jade-white, unblemished skin. That’s so uncomely for the always mellow and collected older man. To see him reveal his skin in public? Most shocking. Archons above, are you lusting over the old man’s snippet of bare skin? 

„Don’t worry, Doll. Your beloved Mr Zhongli saw it too.”

He tilts his head, going for your sensitive ear.

„Together with me, he thoroughly enjoyed watching the footage from the security cameras.”

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ITTO - DATING APP HCS

WARNING: SMUT

PAIRING: ITTO X FEM READER

Where do I even begin here? Ugh, lol. Raunchy sex, lots of crack and Itto being head over heels with his Little Bumble Bee. I will just say I might be ashamed of some of the things I wrote here xD

“Plot thicker than Itto’s cock” - review courtesy of my lovely beta reader

Hypothetically speaking, how hard can it be to find a handsome but cute guy with the physique of a bodybuilder and a cock bigger than your dreams? Turns out, not that difficult at all. Especially if you aren’t particularly fussy about his intelligence level. You don’t need another Mr Smarty-Pants with a genius IQ score. Archons forbid. You have had enough of men like these. All you are hoping for right now is a good fuck. A good old pussy pleaser with a charming face to sit on. 

And that is when you swipe right, drooling not too respectfully at the sight of an Oni. An Oni going by the name of Itto, sitting a bit too proudly in his jet-black, too-tight, look-at-my-enormous-dick leather pants on his equally big and just as a black motorcycle.

The smile on his face is promiscuous, too obvious to mistake it for anything else than ‘I will ruin your pussy’ promise hidden behind the upward curve of his lips. BINGO. That’s exactly what you are looking for!

HOLY SHIT! It is a match too!

You assumed it would be more trying of an experience than that. What should you do? Hit him up? Sure, you are looking for a fuck buddy, but you still need to be a little bit…, how do they call it? Hard-to-get? Yeah, yeah. That’s it. This is what you read on the Internet after you had been dumped by your ex - ‘flirt with them, but play hard to get.’ Men love the chase. You wish you had googled that before your previous relationship went up in flames together with the last shreds of your dignity. NO MORE HEARTBREAKS. You don’t need men. You just want their cocks.

DING-DING

The phone buzzes, interfering with your moment of eye-opening revelation.

From: Arataki Itto

Hey, bbby gorilla. I bet you smiled when you saw my name pop up on the screen just now :D

You re-read the message a couple of times, thinking that maybe you were too generous about the ‘doesn’t have to be that intelligent’ rule. Haven’t you seen something similar on the Internet already? You know auto-correct can be cruel, but this should be classified as straight-up meme material.

From: Arataki Itto

Baby grill*, sorry!

Should you take screenshots? Your friends would have a field day mocking you and your first failed attempt at finding a hookup. Hey, let’s give him a chance. Maybe, just maybe, it won’t be that bad.

From: Arataki Itto

Dayum, man, this shit is wild. Ignore that, yeah? So, whassup, Sweetie? Can’t believe I fished out such a pretty little thing. Look at you, fancy rags you are sporting there. Isn’t it uncomfortable to wear it every day?

You could be asking him the same thing. His dick cannot be happy, begging for more room in his male-hooker trousers.

To: Arataki Itto

Are you referring to my clothes? It is called a suit. I wear it to work.

You realise that you sound more condescending than it would be generally acceptable, considering the fact that you really want to bounce on that dick sometime soon. Itto doesn’t seem to pick up on it, though?

From: Arataki Itto

WOah, Dude. Are you some kind of businesswoman? 

Yeah, he totally did not get it. He is the most oblivious person in the whole Teyvat. No doubt. You are still counting on a good dick, though.

To: Arataki Itto

Yeah, you might say so. I run my own company.

You don’t want to reveal too much. You are not looking for a hand-in-marriage, duh. He doesn’t necessarily need to know how rich you are. Well, probably he will discover sooner or later, but that’s just not important now. You have a clear goal in mind. After a year of life resembling that of nuns, you really need to let off some steam.

From: Arataki Itto

NO SHIT! That’s so cool, man! I don’t really know much about that. But, I am also someone you might call a big shot, like yourself. Wanna know what I do? :D

You snort out loud, grateful to Archons that you didn’t get to exchange messages with this big dumb-dumb during one of your business meetings.

To: Arataki Itto

Well, let me guess. You are a fearless gang leader and a multiple champion of bug fights? :)

You hit the send button, fully expecting him to tease you back.

From: Arataki Itto

Holy shieet, no way? How did you know? You important people really have your way with things, don’t you? Sweetie, you are a keeper.

The sip of coffee you took ended up jetting out of your face, splashing on the documents and your desk.

To: Arataki Itto

No, Itto. I just read your profile info?

There is a longer period of silence in which you deal with the mess of your soaked papers while all cogs in Itto’s brain come to a screeching halt.

From: Arataki Itto

Sure, I was just fooling with you, Babe. You are a sharp one, though. Cool. Anyways, Sweets, fancy meeting me soon???

Yeah. For some inexplicable reason, you send him a short ‘yes’ answer before your common sense can convince you otherwise.

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last updated: 30/03/2025

All I wanna spend is one more night // Between your sheets, behind your eyes

Karasu Tabito x Fem!Reader • Word Count: 4.5k

content warnings: established relationship, porn with little plot, lover boy karasu, reader has an aversion to sex kinda sorta, first times, loss of virginity, mutual masturbation, handjob, multiple positions, dirty talk, unprotected sex, creampie, aftercare

You met Karasu Tabito in year three. He had chubby cheeks and a missing tooth, knees dirty from falling into the muddy ground many times over as he rhythmically kicked the school’s worn soccer ball at the wall.

He was sweeter then, face flushed red when you handed the ball gone astray back to him, lisp on his tongue from where his adult tooth hadn’t quite grown in.

It’s hard to forget the twinkle in his eye when he shyly whispered “Thank you,” before scampering back to his spot. It’s natural, the way you fall into each other’s lives. Transferring to a new school during the middle of the year had done little to help your social life. Cliques already made; friends grown up side by side. While your classmates weren’t mean, they did little to include you. Recess consisted of you building little homes out of sticks you’d find scattered throughout the play yard, gritty nails digging into dirty as you play. After your first interaction, you gravitate towards another. You move to be closer to watch his kicks, and he makes his way down the wall to tease you. Calls you weird and then cries when you throw the ball in his face. Sniffles a weak, “Sorry,” before asking if you can be friends. You agree despite your previous disdain, keeping track of his hits in the dirt with the sticks he collects for your work. Red strings drawn close, tangled in mud and sticks and leaves.

The first time Karasu kisses you, you’re in year ten. He’d walked you home like he always did despite it being out of the way for him. His ears turned crimson when he shyly asked if you wanted to go to the arcade together, scarlet when you looked at him confused because you always do. He wins you a bunny plushy and makes you swear to keep it forever, holding out a pinky to you. You link the appendages before pressing your thumbs together, and as you move to press a kiss to your own nail to seal it, he moves your hand down abruptly.

Chapped lips meet yours in an awkward attempt at a kiss, and you pull back violently at the action.

“Why would you do that,” you’d asked haughtily, hands on your hips as you scowl up at him.

“Cuz you’re my girlfriend.” Karasu had replied matter of factly.

“Since when? You never asked me to be,” you grump, finger poking accusingly at his chest, “you can’t just go kissing girls and claiming them to be your girlfriend without even asking.”

You’d expected a snarky come back from him as he usually generously bestows upon you, but instead he scratches his neck shyly and asks quietly if you’d want to be.

“Speak up.” You demanded.

“Would you?” He finally asked, uncharacteristically nervous, “Be my girlfriend?”

You stave off the embarrassment coursing through you, a faux air of confidence burning through your veins.

“Well,” you finally say, “if you insist.”

You fight and you squabble and you cry and lick old wounds once more, but you stay together throughout it all. Tabito dabs at your tears and kisses fresh wounds with a soothing tongue, always making sure you know with full confidence he’s at your side.

Truth be told there wasn’t much of a difference as friends than lovers; albeit your touches grow more intimate.

Tabito insists you’d been his girlfriend since you’d chucked the soccer ball in his face back when you were both snot nosed children, and well, you can’t find it in you to argue. A part of you had always been his, and you’re sure if you were ever to split, it would always stay with him. A seed buried deep in your ribs, watered by the brashness of his love.

It would be dramatic to say that when he left for Blue Lock, a small part of you died. Autumn leaves dry and fall; yet we celebrate their beauty. You still see your friends and make sure to stay steady in classes, but you can’t deny you miss Tabito.

Ironically, it’s around spring time when he returns. He takes you to see the cherry blossoms bloom and tells you he’ll love you until his legs give out.

(To which you tell him that it’s likely enough to happen sooner than later with a sport like soccer; cackling loudly when he grabs fallen blooms and tosses them promptly in your face.)

You both turn twenty-one together; celebrating just the two of you in the small run down apartment you now share. You kiss and you eat sweets until your stomach aches, but you wouldn’t have it any other way.

(The day of moving in Tabito finds the old plushy wrapped delicately in a blanket.

“You still have this ratty thing?” He’d asked with a smirk, holding it out to you.

“Don’t talk about our son like that,” you scold, snatching the plush from his hands before smiling down at it lovingly, fingers brushing the worn fabric of its ears.

“And of course I kept him, I promised you, didn’t I?”

Tabito smiles widely at this, scooping you in his arms and kissing you obnoxiously as you squeal and shout for him to let you go.)

It’s not until you’re out eating lunch with friends that you truly think about it; sex with Tabito. It’s not that you don’t want to have sex with him. You’re well aware your boyfriend is handsome, you’d just never got around to it.

(Your friend’s jaw drops when you say this, shaking her head in disbelief.

“You haven’t done anything.”

“I gave him a handjob once,” you’d replied with a shrug of your shoulders.

Your friend scoffs in disbelief, but thankfully drops the topic, but you can’t help but let the seeds of doubt whittle their way into the sanctuary you’d built with Tabito.)

“Do you want to have sex with me?”

It’s an ordinary Saturday morning when you spring the question. You’d been thinking of roundabout ways to ask, but you’d never been good at subtly and you know Tabito prefers when you’re blunt with him.

He splutters on the drink he’d been taking, cleaning his throat before looking at you incredulously.

“Do I… what?”

“Do you want to have sex? Make love, copulate, fuck, the hanky—”

He cuts you off before you can finish your sentence, moving to stand in front of you with red ears.

“No, I know what you said. This was just… unprompted. Do you want to have sex with me?”

You cross your arms and huff, ignoring the cheeky smirk on his face as he steps closer to you. There’s a buzzing energy you’ve never quite felt stirring in the room, and you sway from one foot to another with nerves.

“I asked you first,” you respond lamely, looking at him straight in the eyes in a poor attempt to keep up your confident facade.

“Yes, of course I do. Why wouldn’t I want to have sex with you?” Tabito answers honestly, large hands prying your fingers away from where they’d been digging into the fat of your arm in anxiousness. He kisses the heel of your palm softly before wrapping your arms around his neck and bumping his forehead lightly against yours. When you still don’t respond he gives you a boyish smile before attempting to soothe you.

“If we’re being honest, it’s not something I thought you were interested in,” he explains, “you’ve always shied away when I’ve tried to touch you in the past, and that stuff doesn’t matter to me. I love you as you are now, sex won’t change that.”

You frown in thought at his words, fingers threading through his freshly washed hair as you contemplate.

“Have you ever had sex before?”

Tabito laughs at that, presses obnoxious slobbery kisses to your cheek before answering.

“You know I haven’t.”

“Well then how do you know you’re not missing out?”

“I mean I still masturbate, can’t be that much different.”

Your body heats with embarrassment (and perhaps a bit of something else at his vulgar words).

“Well it’s surely better. Tighter probably… and wetter. Or whatever.”

Heat blooms on Tabito’s face as he hugs you close to him, shoving his face in your neck to hide his blush (it doesn’t work, you can feel the heat on his face and see the crimson flushing his ears).

You press closer to him and kiss at the junction of his neck and shoulder lightly before furrowing your brows and pulling back.

“Are you… hard right now?”

A smug smile creeps on his face, and you have an overwhelming urge to kiss it off.

“Can you blame me? My beautiful, gorgeous girlfriend just propositioned me with sex and told me how she’d feel tighter and wetter than my own hand.”

You scoff at his words before picking at the lint on the neck of his shirt.

“So… you want to then?”

He smiles sickeningly sweet down at you, walking you backwards and guiding you to your shared bedroom.

“I do, but I want you to want it too. Don’t think you have to do this because of me.”

“I do, want to, I mean. But I don’t know what I’m doing.”

He laughs softly at this, turning to sit on the bed and pull you into his lap, familiar hands rubbing up your sides soothingly.

“Neither do I,” he replies easily, pressing a kiss to your cheek and then your pouted lips.

“But you just said you masturbate.” You frown, settling deeper into his lap as he maneuvers you into a more comfortable position, his back pressed against the head of your bed.

“I do.” Tabito’s smile is shy, fingers tracing the familiar lines on your palms as you speak.

“So you’ve watched porn, so you know some things.”

He pauses in his movements, looks at you incredulously before laughing.

“I’ve never watched porn. I just think about what I would do to you. What you’d do to me.”

“Oh.”

“Oh,” he mocks, teeth nipping at your nose as you scrunch it.

“Can you show me?”

Tabito’s movements halt, hips shifting nervously under you as you stare wide eyed at him, a face far too innocent for someone who just asked him to stroke his cock in front of them.

“Only if I can watch you, too.” He finally says after clearing his throat.

“Okay.”

“Okay?”

You’re almost offended at the shock on his face, but have little time to register before he’s flipping the two of you over, switching your positions.

“Have you touched yourself before?” He asks, hands helping you wiggle out of the sweats you’d stolen from him back in high school.

“Yes,” you answer honestly, pulling your shirt over your head.

A shiver runs down his spine at your words, cock straining in his sweats as you leave each other in only your undergarments.

“Shouldn’t we like… kiss or something?” You ask shyly, fingers picking at your nail beds.

Tabito laughs softly before spreading your legs, and pressing as close to you as he can so he can sit between them, eyes flickering from your chest to your eyes.

“How about you tell me,” he says, “tell me what you think about when you touch yourself.”

You shy away at this, whining when his large body stops you from being able to close your legs; the exposure too much.

“Why are you so shy, baby? I’ve seen you naked before, you know?”

“I know but this is… different.”

Tabito presses a reassuring kiss to your lips, teeth nipping at your bottom lip before pulling away. There’s a smirk on his face when you lean to chase him for more, hands making their way down your thighs as he soothes the tense muscles.

“Tell me, sweetheart,” he whispers breathlessly, the heat of his words caresses your face, sends a shiver down your spine as he pulls away to palm his cock.

“I- I think about that night,” you finally squeak out, “when you let me touch your cock.”

(Moonlight shone brightly through the room that night, the lewd sound of Tabito’s mouth licking at the fat of your neck filling the liminal space. Big hands dug crescents into your skin, breaths heaving as you part for air. There’s a pause when you shift forward and feel the length of his cock beneath his sweats. Tabito eyes you warily, opening his mouth to assure you that you don’t have to do anything.

He’s cut off by his own moan, hips bucking up into you as you palm his cock.

“Baby,” he whines, head falling back against the headboard with a thunk.

“Can I touch you?” You ask sweetly, eyes entranced at the sight of pleasure watching over Tabito’s features at your featherlight touch.

He nods frantically, aiding you in pulling the sweats down to rest on his thighs. You press your mouth to his, licking against his teeth before sucking his tongue into your mouth. Tabito whimpers at this, neglected cock twitching. You pull back with hooded eyes, spitting down onto the leaking tip before using the palm of your hand to spread it over his tip, wrapping around his cock before giving an experimental tug.

“Like that?” You ask, eyes darting up to look at him.

“God— yeah, just like that, baby,” he whines, hands fisting his hair as your movements speed up.

You keep your eyes trained on his face despite his eyes being scrunched shut, watching the way his jaw clenches when you grip him harsher, the way it falls open shortly after when your thumb traces along the tip of his cock.

“Don’t stop,” he says through gritted teeth, hip bucking wildly into your hand as his high approaches.)

“Don’t stop,” Tabito groans loudly, heel of his palm pressing harshly against his boxer shorts, dark spot seeping through with precum.

His obvious arousal has you wishing for more, more noises, more skin, more, more, more.

“I think about the way you sounded, how you moaned my name when I rubbed my palm on the head of your cock.”

Your hand makes its way down to your cunt subconsciously, fingers ghosting over the band of your panties before Tabito’s stops you.

“Not yet,” he instructs, “just— touch yourself through them, please.”

You do as he says, fingers pressing against your clit. You moan at the contact, rough fabric catching just right. You feel the way your arousal seeps through your panties, high on power as you watch the way Tabito’s eyes dilate when he takes in the sight.

“Keep going,” he encourages, “tell me more.”

“I think about how big your cock felt in my hand, think about it stretching me open,” you whine, fingers moving faster, Tabito’s own matching the rhythm you’ve set, “I— I think about what you’d taste like, if you’d let me put it in my mouth, how you’d sound when I choke on it.”

Tabito moans out loud at this, hand sliding down the front of his boxers before pulling his weeping cock out. You take this as your sign to follow, eyes narrowing in on the way his fingers flex as he strokes himself.

“I wanna hear, too,” you whimper, fingers pulling your panties to the side so he can see how wet you are for him, the tips dipping into your heat to gather your slick before moving back to circle your clit.

“You’re killing me, baby,” Tabito groans, hips bucking up into his own hand as your chest heaves with pleasure.

He remains quiet for a while, the only sounds in the room is the wetness between the two of you, bodies inching closer and closer until you can feel his hand against your own.

“I think about the way you’ll taste on my tongue,” he says, voice husky with arousal, “the way your pussy will feel when she’s stretched open for the first time.”

You press a finger into yourself at this, hips canting up at the intrusion. Tabito groans at the sight, timing his thrusts into his hand with the way you fuck yourself on your fingers.

“T-think about the way you sounded that night, when you let me fuck your hand,” he groans through gritted teeth, “the way you talked to me… the way you licked my cum off your hand afterwards, how it tasted when you kissed me.”

“Please, Tabito,” you finally break, hands moving to pull his face towards your own, lips crashing messily against each other as you claw at the exposed skin.

He pulls you into his lap, cock jumping as your pussy presses against him. You can’t help but moan at the friction, humping his cock as you gasp and cry out for more.

“I don’t want to wait anymore, need you inside me,” you whine, but make no movements to stop the current pace your hips have set, your wetness pooling down onto the base of his cock as you use him for your own pleasure.

“Cum like this first,” he pleads, hands pressing you down harder, “cum like this and I’ll give you my cock. Stretch this pretty pussy open, make it mine.”

You cry out as you fall over the precipice of pleasure, hands clawing at his chest while your hips buck desperately into him.

“One more,” he says, pushing you until your back hits the mattress.

His lips press harshly into yours, tongue licking at your teeth as you whine into his mouth. He pulls away to kiss at your neck, teeth nipping at the familiar skin while his hands smooth up your sides. Your bra is quickly taken off, tossed somewhere in the room before his hands are back on you. Teeth bite harshly at the fat of your chest, tongue soothing the ache before you can whisper a complaint.

“You’re so sensitive here,” he says, eyes transfixed on the way your breathing increases as he blows on your nipple. Tabito flicks his tongue over it, testing the waters and you moan loudly at the sensation.

“So good for me,” he murmurs, his hands pulling your legs to wrap around his waist. Instead of the heat of his cock pressing against you, his abdomen is pressed to the flesh, “I bet I can make you cum from just this. Just this.”

His mouth wraps around your nipple sucking harshly before moving to the next, your hips buck at the sensation, and he presses closer so the rigid muscle of his stomach presses against your aching clit. Calloused hands encourage the movements, hips bucking wildly as you hump his abdomen in abandon.

“Tabito,” you whimper, “please, please, please.”

Your hands fist his hair harshly, pressing his mouth firmly against your chest as his tongue rolls your sensitive chest between kiss swollen lips. Tabito doesn’t bother stopping, if anything he moves you faster, bites harder, kisses soothing the ache until another high crashes down on you.

“You’re so sexy,” he murmurs, mostly to himself, “can’t believe I finally have you like this.”

“I’m sorry for making you wait,” you finally whisper as your breathing evens out.

“Don’t apologize.”

His tone leaves little room for argument, and you nod obediently at his words, smile spreading across his face as he takes in the flush of your face.

Harsh kisses turn soft, and Tabito moves you once again to rest in his lap.

“This way you can go at your own pace,” he says, settling back into the sheets, eyes blown with lust staring up at you, “don’t take more than you can handle. If it hurts, we’ll stop.”

You nod in agreement, leaning to press a kiss to his lips before lining him up to your entrance. You’re wetter than you’ve ever been, hands shaking before his own moves to aide you.

“Look at me, please,” he asks softly, “I want to see your face when my cock stretches you out for the first time.”

You do as he instructs, eyes nearly rolling back when his tip presses past the tight ring of your cunt. Gasps of pleasure are shared between the two of you as you slowly work your way down, pulling up to ease the ache before you finally rest against him.

“What the fuck,” Tabito groans, teeth clenching harshly as your cunt clenches on him.

“What’s wrong?”

“You’re so fucking tight,” he whines, fingertips digging harshly into the fat of your hips.

Your cunt clenches again at the filthy words, nails scraping down his chest as he bucks up into you.

“If you don’t stop doing that, I’m going to cum before I even get to fuck you,” Tabito says, chest heaving as he tries to maintain his level head.

You smirk down at him before intentionally shifting your hips, grinding down onto his cock. Tabito’s eyes dart open, eyeing you warningly.

Tabito senses your hesitation, propping an elbow beneath him. His hand cradles your face, thumb brushing against your cheek lovingly before he pulls your lips to his. His free hand moves to your hip, guiding you gently. It’s not long until you find your own rhythm, gasping into his mouth as his cock presses against a spot that makes you see stars.

“Right there,” you whine, “Tabito, please, don’t stop.”

Arm still propped up, Tabito pulls you back, fisting the hair at the nape of your neck. His lips wrap around your neglected chest, hips bucking up into you hitting that spot deep within you over and over until—

“Cumming!” You cry out, eyes rolling back as your pleasure consumes you. Tabito hips fuck into you faster, moving at a bruising pace to elongate your high. You slump against him as your orgasm fades, his fingers tracing absentminded shapes into your back as you heave against him.

“We can stop here,” he coos, lips pressing against your neck.

“No,” you say, shooting your head up to look at him, “I want you to cum.”

He smiles at this, pressing forward until you’re on your back. You whine at how deep his cock presses into you in this position, nails clawing harsh lines into his back as he wraps your legs around his waist.

Tabito pulls back out slowly, eyes darting over your face for any sign of discomfort before he’s snapping his hips harshly into yours. He fucks you hard— deep, carving his cock into your walls as you whine and cry out for him.

“Fuck,” he groans, eyes rolling to the back of his head when you use the leverage of your legs on his back to meet his thrusts with your own in desperation, “you feel so fucking good, baby. You hear that? Hear how wet this pussy is for me? She’s cryin’ for me, baby. Needed my cock to fill her up, stuff her full.”

Tabito pulls out suddenly, hand falling to his cock to squeeze at the base in an attempt to stave off his own orgasm. Before you can protest, you’re flipped over, limp body pulled onto your knees before you know what’s happening.

Fingers did crescents into your hips as he fucks you for his pleasure, grumbling moans falling from his lips.

“Just like that,” he whines, “just like that. Fuck yourself on my cock. Fuck it like it’s yours.”

He stops his own movements, hands fisting his hair as you press back against him again, and again, and again. You whine his name and his chest presses against your back instantly, large frame engulfing your own before you’re flat against the bed.

Tabito’s arms circle your front, cradling you to his chest as he humps into you, barely pulling out before he’s pressing back in again. Gasping moans are pulled from your lips at the angle his cock slides into you, drool slipping from your lip when he bites harshly at the junction between your neck and shoulder.

“Tabito,” you whine, “want you to cum. Please, please cum for me. Want you to cum inside me. I need it! I need it, I—

You’re cut off by a cry of your name, his hips pressing against yours as you feel the warmth of him filling you up.

You slump weakly against the bed, struggling to breathe as Tabito relaxes against you. He notices your squirming quickly, pulling you to rest on your side. You whine when his cock slips out of you, and heat burns a fire through your veins when you feel the way your combined essence drips down the side of your leg.

Soft words are murmured into your hair, hands massaging at your aches as you both come down from the intense pleasure.

“Still think your hand is better?” You ask, finally breaking the silence.

Tabito laughs, pressing a kiss to the back of your neck before loosening his hold so you can turn to face him.

“Not by a long shot.” He laughs at this, pressing sloppy kisses to your cheek just to hear you squeal out in protest.

“Tabito…”

“Yes, sweetheart?” He asks softly, propping himself up on his arm to look down at you properly, “Are you okay?”

You lean up to press a kiss to his lips reassuringly, nodding, “I’m okay, but… I can feel your cum dripping out of me right now.”

Tabito chokes out a laugh, blush rising on his face.

“You can’t just— just say things like that!” He whines, heat licking at his core.

“Like what? It’s true!”

He shakes his head at this, sliding his arm out from under you before standing and stretching. Dark red lines fill up the space of his back, and you smile shyly at the sight.

“Nice back, Karasu,” you tease, laughing when he uses the mirror hung on the back of the bedroom door to take in the sight.

“Babe,” he whines, “don’t make me get hard again.”

“I didn’t do anything!”

Tabito shakes his head at this before walking into the bathroom. He returns with a warm washcloth, pressing a kiss to your forehead before maneuvering you onto your back. There’s a smug smile on his face as he cleans you up, a soft kiss to your knee when you playfully knock it into his shoulder. He looks up at you from between your thighs smiling brightly at you.

“Hey,” you whisper.

“Hey yourself,” he says, moving his face to hover over your own.

“Come here often?” You ask, fingers tracing around his eyes before you lean to press a kiss to the mole resting just below the left.

“First time actually,” he laughs, flopping down onto your chest, nuzzling your neck to press soft kisses there.

“You’re so stupid,” you say with a roll of your eyes, fingers threading through his soft hair.

“I love you,” Tabito whispers, arms wrapping under the small of your back to hold you closer.

“I love you, too.”

𝐂𝐈𝐓𝐘'𝐒 𝐇𝐎𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐒𝐓 𝐌𝐀𝐍 𝐈𝐒 𝐒𝐄𝐂𝐑𝐄𝐓𝐋𝐘 𝐀 𝐖𝐇𝐎𝐑𝐄 𝐎𝐍 𝐀 𝐏𝐎𝐑𝐍𝐒𝐈𝐓𝐄- 𝐂𝐀𝐌𝐁𝐎𝐘 𝐆𝐎𝐉𝐎

—cw: fem!reader, male and female masturbating, fingering, fistfucking, pillowfucking (put me in a cage pls), desperate gojo because i'll never shut up about that. not proofread.

—a/n: i wish his seiyuu had an asmr channel just like nanami's so this drabble would've been longer. enjoy though <33

You're used to stalking the social media of people you go out with. It comes naturally. Well you live alone in this city, and you sure as hell don't want to stumble across a creep with no defense. You never know what's crippling it's way across this sinful city at night. The questionable news reports just added the oil to the fire of your anxiety. So it was natural that tonight, you were stalking another one of your dates. Gojo Satoru. You knew he was pretty popular when those hand had to leave yours to dap or fist bump his peers on your first date. It's almost as if fifty percent of the city knew him, like a celebrity. If he was really so popular, it would be easy to dig up info about him.

That's what led to you eagerly scrolling past his Instagram, flipping through each highlight as if you were a child who just found the greatest comic book.

party,

party,

and parties.

it was like his mantra the way his entire feed was just him dancing under the influence, in outfits too expensive and champagne to rich. He bathed in the luxury and the people around him were pleasuring off the drops sprinkling. So perfect that he had everyone wrapped around his finger. But won't he do the same to you? Overpower you. All those riches and he decided to go out with you, just so he could make you one of his whores, you were sure about that.

"Ugh, fuck it." You groaned, tossing your phone away. "Guess i'll have to use my hand again."

You opened your laptop, went incongnito typing the first letter, but your autocorrect knew better. It's like it has memorised what you do at this hour. But autocorrect works on algorithms so you were sure it's your fault that you visit the site so frequently.

The porn website was open and you clicked on search button, specifically typing "hot men jerking off webcam." It was one of your favorite things to watch.

You scrolled through the popular videos you had already watched maybe a million times. There was a reason they were popular. So you just changed the filter and selected "new to old". After rummaging through some of the boring videos, your eyes landed on the preview of one with the most beautiful cock. longest even. Curiously, you click on it. The video starts with the man rubbing his boner through the boxers. You put a hand inside your panties, and all you want right now is for him to take his boxers off. After a few minutes, he does and his long light peach cock springs out. when he leans back, your eyes do a double take.

is that gojo fucking satoru??

And indeed it was. The man who earlier gave you the rich spoiled misogynistic son vibes was now moaning like a slut, begging his viewers to ride their imaginary pussy. He had zero shame. Although...why didn't you log out?? Why did you not switch to some other video?

Because holy shit he is fistfucking his cock like an animal in heat. The chair is shaking and making squeaking noises but fuck who cares about that. Listen to his moans. His fucking whimpers. He changed his placement and now he was on the bed, had the pillow folded in half only to start ramming his dick into it. God! Is this the real Gojo Satoru? Is this what he is? A camboy whoring his body out. Because he has generational wealth so there's no way he is foung that for money. So the only logical answe is because he is such a fucking pussywhore that his exhibitionist cock only cums when there are others watching it.

Your fingers starts vigorously pumping in your cunt. They weren't long enough to reach and you were actually wishing Satoru was fucking you instead of that pillow because look. Look at that long dick. Look at the pretty flushed tip with his precum glistening. Fuck, how'd he taste on your? Sweet? Sour? But you know it would taste warm and filthy for sure.

The man in the screen increases his pace and so do you, imitating him. you want to cum at the same time. you want to see what his cum looks like on the gray pillowcase. your middle finger starts stimulating your clit even more while Satoru in the screen is now snapping his hips rougly against the bed, in the pillow. you imagine yourself in the position. Prone Bone. Never tried it but if it is what he id doing, then you're sure as hell down. It's the way his thrusts can be heard banging against the wood under the mattress even if there's not skin for his to slap against. compared to what other camboys do, talk about how they're going to ruin your dirty little pussy, gojo's is different. he does say he'll ruin your pussy but it's hotter because it is followed by endless pleas.

"fuck—lemme ruin this pussy—anh! please, yeah? gonna make you feel so good, baby please?" almost as if he is actually fucking someone. and you don't think twice before assuming he is talking to you. It's okay to be delusional sometimes. Specially when his words make you cum so hard, that you are whining at the lack of more girth to clench around. you look at the screen and Satoru came too. And he was whimpering. Like actually whimpering because it felt so good. Hot strings of cum now soaked in the pillow. Shit.

When you come back from the bathroom after washing yourself, you hear a notification. you pick up your phone to find a "Free tomorrow night?" from the same man who indirectly made you cum so hard tonight. And after what you saw today, you would be a fucking idiot to miss a chance like this.

"Yeah, Of course. Can't wait to see you tomorrow."

*Sent*

when atsumu comes home late from practice one night, lethargic and clumsy as he kicks off his shoes, he stumbles over to where you’re laid along the sofa and whines when you try to sit up. immediately he presses you back into the cushions, slots himself between your thighs, shoves his head under the material of your hoodie with the late evening chill still clinging to his skin, and falls asleep with your boob in his mouth