Umm.. Stepdad Toji Who Keeps Pinching Your Puffy Clit And Stuffs Three Thick Fingers Knuckle Deep Into

part one here

fans of pornstar!gojo are starting to notice he’s not cycling through co-stars on his cam shows like he used to… not since his neighbor started showing up more regularly.

he’s put you in every position he can think of, pulled every type of orgasm out of you, called you every name (sweet and mean)—all for a live audience. you’ve come to know a few regular donors, you recognize names in his audience as people who have come back again and again to watch satoru show you off.

a few months ago, you hardly spoke to the pornstar in the apartment next to yours, and now you’re leaving things in his apartment to avoid having to run back to your own after he’s ruined your clothes, or given you a reason to brush your teeth…

now, you’re sitting between satorus spread legs, with your own legs spread to match his as you face the little camera he has set up. he’s reaching around your body to dip his hand between your thighs, rubbing at your sensitive clit as his free hand holds your chin and makes you keep your eyes on the camera.

“tell everyone who’s making you feel this good,” he says lowly. “it’s not any of the hundreds of people watching you at home, now is it?”

you shake your head and bite back a moan as satoru dips two of his fingers into you. “…no.”

he nips your ear, catching the love between his teeth and pulling back a little before pressing a kiss to the skin beneath it. “then who?”

“you.”

“good,” satoru practically sings. “maybe next show we’ll give these poor guys a chance to make you feel good, huh? we could get you a toy… let them control it while i fuck your pretty mouth, how’s that sound?”

“please,” you nod your head. satoru has unwound an exhibitionist streak in you, and it fires red at his words. he starts to fuck his fingers into you even faster, curling them up to trigger full body jolts that run through you. “god, don’t stop.”

“don’t stop?” he mocks you, voice low and teasing and so soft it’s sexual. “you wanna cum for everyone?”

a glance to his laptop screen shows you lines and lines of praises from people watching you at your most vulnerable. satoru is showing you off like a trophy and you don’t have the capacity to care when just his fingers feel this good pumping in and out of you.

you can’t keep up with the string of comments with how fast they’re moving, and how blurred your vision gets with unshed tears of pleasure. gojo releases your chin to grope at your tits, and then move that hand down your stomach to rub furious circles against your clit.

he knows exactly what he’s doing, and before you can even register it, your cumming loudly around his fingers. you’d feel bad for his neighbor if it wasn’t you—his name spills from your lips like you’re reciting gospel.

and when you ride it out and finally come down from your orgasm, you’re a panting mess of sweat and tears, but gojo is pressing a kiss to the back of your neck and then gently pushing you down and forward into doggy.

he must see how your eyes widen in the feed of his cam show, because he smiles and rubs the tip of his cock through your folds a few times before pushing into you with a deep stroke and a low groan.

“what?” he squeezes your ass. “they wanna know how fast i can get a second one out of you.”

this is choso after you two have been sexting for the past couple days while he was out on a mission. he missed your tits so bad :(

this is what toji sends you after you refused to join him for a bath. it’s safe to say you and toji now love cold bath water.

this is what happens to nanami after you left him so needy this morning, he had to resort to sniffing your scent off of your pillows, poor baby.

this is how suguru punishes you. you’ve been mouthing off to him all day, you even pulled his hair a couple times to tease him, but now you’re bent over his lap in submission.

this is how sukuna fucks you after you voiced your jealousy to him. he’s so upset that after all this time, you could even THINK of him with another woman.

and this is you and satoru after a long day at work. you two have been leaving teasing messages around all day, and now that you two are together, you can’t stop.

contents: dilf!toji, fem reader, heavily implied age gap, he calls you sweetheart and kid, you call him sir, one use of daddy, size kink, breeding kink, creampies, squirting, slight degradation, praise, body worship, toji is a tit man, i'm sorry i am ovulating ok!! minors and ageless blogs do not interact wordcount: 1.9k

If your friends knew you were fucking the single dad who lives in the apartment next to yours, you’d never hear the end of it. 

But it’s not your fault. 

Toji is nice. He fixed your car for you once, when he found you outside of your building, panicking about how you were going to get to class in time. And then there was the one time when he helped you get your new table inside your apartment. You even watch his kid for him sometimes, when he gets a late shift at his job. 

He calls you sweetheart. You like it, though it made your friend cringe when she heard it after you coincidentally ran into him in the hallway. 

“He calls you that? That’s so old-school. Don’t you feel sorta uncomfortable?”

But you could never feel uncomfortable around Toji. Not when he fixes your leaking sink and offers to give you a ride to university whenever the roads are too slippery during wintertime.

“The roads aren’t safe,” he’ll mutter, eyeing your little Toyota Aigo.

“Did you even remember to get the tyres changed for winter?” he adds, and you’ll shake your head, feeling embarrassed.

No worries though, because Toji will drive you to class and neither of you will comment on the hand on your thigh during the ride. Maybe he has time to go get your tyres changed on the weekend. 

And you definitely do not feel uncomfortable when he knocks on your door one evening and tells you with a smirk that Megumi is sleeping over at some friend's place. So he has time to take a look at that flickery lamp you mentioned last week. 

“Thank you,” 

Your eyes are lidded, your cheeks stained with tears, and your hair is a mess. “Thank you, thank you, fuck, thank–”

Toji chuckles and leans down to press a wet kiss to your cheek, spit and tears mixing as he rests an elbow on each side of your head, caging you in underneath him. If anyone were to walk into your bedroom, they would only see Toji’s broad back and his hips pistoning into yours. You doubt they’d be able to see you, apart from your legs dangling over his shoulders. 

“You don’t have to thank me, sweetheart,” he rasps, his face mere inches from yours as he watches you carefully, taking in your knitted brows and the way your jaw falls open, as a lewd, borderline pornographic moan leaves you each time he bottoms out. “The pleasure is all mine.” 

His eyes travel down, watching the way your tits bounce with each thrust. He didn’t bother taking your tank top all the way off, only pulling it right above your tits so he could watch them in all their glory. He played with them earlier, till they were overly sensitive and soaked in spit. 

“Your tits are a sight for sore fucking eyes,” he mutters, giving you a particularly hard thrust just to watch your back arch and your body jolt. Your cunt squeezes around him, and his eyes flicker to yours, a grin stretching on his lips. “You like that, kid? Like when I praise you?” he asks. 

You sink your teeth into your lower lip and whine, all pretty and pouty, hating when he reminds you of how inexperienced you are compared to him. 

“I’m not a kid,” you mutter, and Toji scoffs in amusement. His eyes travel down again, this time all the way to where your bodies connect. He watches himself disappear in and out, enjoying the little bulge in your abdomen. 

“I’m so deep, aren’t I?” he says, and his tone is as teasing as ever. 

You huff. Toji isn’t just deep—the tip of his ridiculously large cock is practically bullying your cervix, sending sparks of pain and pleasure through your body. You’re so terribly wet that there’s a puddle of slick running down your ass and creating a wet spot underneath you. A white ring has formed around the base of Toji’s cock, sticking to you both when he bottoms out, and Toji can’t help himself when he brings a hand down to press on your stomach while his other arm wraps underneath your waist, forcing you to arch into him. 

“That’s it,” he praises as he feels you grow impossibly tight, his cock now abusing your sweet spot as he buries his face in the crook of your neck. The sounds that leave you are obscene. It’s all babbled nonsense, praises and thank you’s and fuck, sir, feels so good, fucking me so good, thank you, thank you, oh my god—

Your sweaty bodies stick together, the back of your thighs pressing against Toji’s stomach as you go mute, your jaw going slack in a silent scream. Toji pulls back slightly so he can look at you, watching the way your eyes roll to the back of your head. He grabs your arms, once again settling with an elbow on each side of your head while his hands hold your arms above your head. 

“Good”, thrust “fucking,” thrust “girl,” Toji says through gritted teeth. He keeps eye contact as best as possible (at least when your pupils aren’t disappearing in the back of your skull) while he completely rearranges your guts, stretching you thin around his thick length. “You’ve been aching for this, haven’t you?” 

You can’t reply. At this point, you’re just taking whatever he’s giving you, your toes curling and your legs slightly shaking. 

“You think I can’t hear?” he asks, slapping your cheek lightly, bringing you somewhat back to earth. “Think I can’t hear when you bring those loser college boys home?”

“I might be old, but I’m not deaf, sweetheart,”

You mewl. You know the walls are thin. It doesn’t make it better that the wall your bed is up against is connected to Toji’s bedroom on the other side. You didn’t think he’d hear.

Or maybe some secret perverted part of you hoped he did. 

“I’ve heard the way you moan when they fuck you,” he says, and at this point his thrusts are punishing as he snaps his hips into yours, pressing your bodies together, and making the headboard bang into the wall. The very wall that keeps your bedrooms separated. “Tell me if I’m wrong, kid, but you sound much more fucked out right now.”

He wants to say that you sound more genuine as well. But that would mean he’d have to admit to lying awake at night, listening to your pathetic, little moans as some sweaty, hormonal boy laid on top of you. He hates the way he’s imagined countless times how you sound when you’re drowned in pleasure. How it would be to fuck you dumb.

How it is you sound right now. 

But his imagination could never live up to the real thing. Not in a million years. Your moans are like music to his ears, clouding up his thoughts and making his dick hurt with how hard he is.

“What is it you always say,” Toji muses, leaning down and nipping at your earlobe. “Harder, fuck me harder,” he repeats, and you let out a wretched sob, trashing underneath him as you feel the buildup in your abdomen, while simultaneously feeling embarrassed that he heard all that.

“Say it for me, kid,” Toji breathes in the scent of your hair, waiting.

“Harder,” you gasp, hot tears rolling down your cheeks as your toes curl. “Fuck me harder, please, sir, I want to come.”

Toji groans, and you feel his dick twitch inside you. He grabs the back of your head and makes you look at the way he bullies his thick cock inside your cunt. 

“You see that,” he asks, both of you fixated on the sinful sight. “Taking my dick like the perfect little cocksleeve,”

“Gonna come,” you gasp, digging your nails into his biceps as you grab him for leverage. The headboard bangs against the wall louder. You’re bound to get complaints from your other neighbors, though you can’t bring yourself to care. 

Your orgasm builds and builds and builds, and you try to get away from the immense pleasure, and Toji’s punishing cock, but you’re inevitably brought to the edge when he thumbs your clit. 

You spray him soon after, squirting all over his abdomen as you reach heaven. Black dots cloud your vision, and you cry out, hitting his shoulders when he keeps fucking you. 

“You’re perfect,” 

Toji whistles, and his hips stutter at how tight you get. You’re practically begging for a creampie at this point, but luckily Toji isn’t stingy, as he buries himself deep inside you and shoots copious amounts of cum, painting your insides white. You almost come again at the feeling, though you’re ready to pass out, fully content with the proper dicking down you just received. 

You grab him, wrapping your arms around his neck. 

“Thank you, daddy,” you hum. There isn’t a single intelligent thought running through your head other than how good Toji is to you. Toji huffs at the slip of a new nickname, though he doesn't complain. He makes a mental note in the back of his head, to ask you about it later. Megumi probably wouldn’t mind a little sibling if you want it so bad. 

He pulls out, though he’s still hard, and watches his cum spill out of you. It’s a lovely sight really, and he can’t help but consider a second round, unable to deny the fact that it would only be right to fuck his cum right back into you. 

Just for good measure.

Naive girls like you deserve to be creampied. You practically beg for it, honestly, with your tempting body and your pretty sparkly eyes, always looking at him like he has the answer to everything. It’s only right to stuff you full and fuck your brains out, Toji reasons, as he rubs the head of his cock on your clit. 

He slips in again, ignoring your tiny protest when he begins to grind his hips into yours. You moan and grab his hair, running your fingers through dark locks and kissing the scar on his lips. 

“Kiss me, please,” you mutter, and Toji obliges, pressing his lips to yours properly this time, sucking on your tongue, and fucking you slow and nice. You moan and gasp and whine. It all sounds so very pretty that it makes Toji’s teeth ache with how lovely you are. 

“Feel good, kid?” Toji asks, and you nod, moaning into his ear and sucking on his neck. 

“Feels so good. Mmmh, love your cock so much, sir,” you babble, pushing your hips up to meet his pace. 

“Pretty baby just needed a real man,” Toji chuckles. “You’ve been craving a proper cock, haven’t you? Probably got so tired of bringing home useless college dude after college dude.”

You whine at the thought, nodding your head. 

“Pretty girls like you need real men, though. You deserved to be fucked like a whore.”

You let your head fall back as a second orgasm unexpectedly rips through you. 

"Fuck!” you yell as your body convulses and your thighs shake. You tense up, and Toji continues to fuck you, though it’s not long before he comes again and fills you up once more.

You giggle. Especially when he puts your panties on again and you feel them get cum-soaked immediately. He helps you pee (though he tells you to not waste any of his cum), and then there’s cuddles and food and water and shitty movies on your computer in your bed. 

And if you suck his dick later, letting him grab your head and fuck your throat as a proper thank you for all he does, then you can’t really be blamed.

After all, it is common decency to return favours. <33

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he hates that you’re embarrassed of your facial expressions when he’s pleasuring you. when your hands cover your face in embarrassment he detaches his lips from around your nipple and looks at you unamused. he had prepared for this. the cuffs that he attached to his headboard came in handy. with your hands successfully restrained he goes back to work on your nipples.

“never hide your pretty face from me.” he mumbles against your chest.

GOJO, osamu, EREN, SUNA, getou, LEVI, diluc, iwaizumi, uzui, NANAMI, ayato, zhongli

Jealous Hubby!Nanami <3 🌙

You’re pinned — poor wrists bound to the posts of your shared bed, aching thighs rudely pried apart with a pretty little vibrator pressed against your swollen clit. Your sweet, reserved husband, Nanami Kento has got you pinned to the fucking sheets and he’s angry. Pissed. You’re not even sure what he’s trying to prove anymore, it’s been long forgotten — lost in the abyss of endless pleasure and overstimulation.

He’s leaning in close. “I actually think you look prettiest like this, no?” Two, burly fingers are sinking inside of your sloppy hole for the umpteenth time tonight, dragging your mouth open in a droning, helpless mewl. “My pretty girl, huh? You hear me?” It’s a gutteral growl forced from the depths of his chest, warm lips pressed to the perspiring skin of your throat. “My fucking body, my pussy, mine.”

Is there anything beyond jealously? Beyond possessiveness? If so, Nanami is there and he’s completely lost it. To be such a civil, standoffish man, one of reticent emotions who conforms to assumed societal norms, he has lost his fucking mind and you’re afraid he may never find it again; all because another man called you pretty and you smiled, thanking him. It was a cordial, fictitious smile of basic human decency, but it was a mistake, a wish of death, because Nanami, who stood directly behind you, was not smiling… at all. Instead, he was practically dragging you away, a heavy hand on the nape of your neck, a promise of punishment awaiting you.

“I was just being nice, Nanami. It’s never that deep,” you mumble, crossing your arms over your chest in annoyance as you peer out of the tinted window, “you don’t have to be so jealous all the time.”

Your husband scoffs, mandible tightening then relaxing as he slams down his left turn signal. He’s upset, bubbling at the surface with seething rage and palpable jealousy. His audible breaths of anger force your thighs together, arousal soiling your laced panties in a wet, embarrassing mess. You’re his wife, his property, his toy. You’re completely off limits to prying eyes, that’s what he’s hellbent on proving. It’s exactly why he’s got you pinned and pleading.

“M’sorryyy,” you whine, pretty hips bucking so whorishly against both the pink, thrumming vibrator and the fingers that are fucking you open, “p-pleasepleaseplease just let me cum!”

God, you’re a sight for the sorest of eyes — your perfectly sprawled thighs quivering uncontrollably under his touch. Drooling, aching hole tightening around nothing but the fleeting memory of his lithe fingers. Your mouth sits agape, wide and uselessly pleading for release, for mercy. You tug helplessly against your restraints and he laughs. Laughs, directly in your face.

“No.” Nanami shakes his head, tsking as he pulls his hand away from your cunt, your ensuing growl of frustration making his cock throb. Fat tears of desperation are welling in the corners of your big, pleading eyes, threatening to spill down your crimson cheeks. “You will cum when daddy tells you to cum, yes?” God.

Who the fuck is this and what has he done to your sweet husband?

「THE BEST DESSERT」 | TENDOU SATORI

SUMMARY: Tendou’s an amazing and passionate chocolatier. Y/n always loved his food, and she’s about to find out there’s more he can do with chocolate than just confectionery.

WARNINGS: oral sex (fem!receiving), food play, degrading, edging, choking, spanking, masochism, vaginal penetration, breeding.

AO3 | WATTPAD

You look out of the car window, admiring Paris streets as you're on the way to Tendou’s chocolate shop. He asked you to come over to try his new recipe that he seems kind of insecure to sell for his customers.

You thank the Uber driver and get out of the car, smelling the sweet scent that exhales from your friend’s shop.

The redhead was attending his last customer of the day, speaking excitedly about the different types of chocolate he made. You smile at the scene, nothing makes Tendou happier than speaking about something he is passionate about. His eyes light up and he opens his mouth to show a smile that could light up the night. your heart skips a beat and you breathe in, finally opening the door.

“This one is the Valentine’s Day special, it has a bit of pepper, to, you know, help you put a little bit of spice into your relationship.” Tendou says to the old lady while holding a box of red chocolate.

You quietly laugh at him as you put your bag and coat on the balcony.

“I’m a widow.” The old lady says and you turn around to see the chocolatier with a desperate look on his face. Satori’s usually really good at guessing things but sometimes he makes mistakes like this one.

“Eh, anyways, so, we also have this passion fruit stuffed bonbon, it’s exotic, everyone loves it.” He says as he grabs the chocolate box fast and clumsily.

You slap your mouth and turn around trying not to laugh at him and his attempt to hide his awkwardness.

After a short while, the old lady chooses her sweets and pays for them, walking out of the shop with an annoyed face on.

“Jesus Christ, Tendou, I don’t think she’s ever coming back.” You say, finally letting your laugh out.

“This was the most awkward moment of my life.” He says, pinching the bridge of his nose.

“I don’t think so, remember when you dropped the belgian chocolate mousse on the city’s major at the chocolate contest?”

“Why do you always remind me of that, y/n?”

“So, where’s the new recipe?” You ask as you jump on the balcony counter.

“Oh, right! It’s actually in my apartment. I was thinking maybe you could come over, we can order something and then watch that new horror movie you were talking about?” He offers while looking at you expectantly.

You put your hand on your chin, making a questioning face, as if his question was a philosophical one. You tap your finger on your chin and side eye Tendou, who’s still waiting anxiously for your answer.

“It’s a great offer, there’s no way I can refuse it.” You say with a smile on your face.

“Yay! I’ll just close the cash register and we can go.” He says, going behind the counter.

You scroll through your phone while waiting for him to finish and grab his things.

“All done, let’s go!” Tendou says as he offers you his hand, to help you get out of the balcony.

You thank him and walk ahead. Suddenly, you feel his hand on your lower back. Your breath hitches and you continue walking normally, mentally hoping he didn’t notice your quick moment of weakness.

“My car is on the other side of the block, there was nowhere to park when I got here.” He says, turning right to where you suppose was the direction of his car.

“Can I wait here? My feet are killing me, I would really appreciate it if you could just get the car and come get me here.” You say, stopping on your tracks, looking at him with a pouting face.

He turns to look at you and answer but something behind you catches his attention first.

“No, you’re coming with me.” He says as he puts his arm around your waist and pulls you close to his chest, walking faster than before.

“Ten, what are you doing?” You ask confusedly.

“Don’t ask, just walk, we’ll talk in the car.” He says without looking at you.

You start walking faster, trying to keep up with his pace. He holds you tightly against him and looks back a couple of times.

We get to the car and he opens the passenger seat door for me. After You get in, he closes the door and runs to the driver’s side. He looks back one more time before finally getting in the car.

“So?”

“So what?”

“Why were you acting so weird?”

“There were some creepy dudes looking at you, if I had left you alone there they would’ve tried something for sure.” He answers while putting the seat belt on and starting the car.

“And you held me because?” He looks at you confused.

“Y/n, I just told you, they were looking at you like you were their prey.”

“I think you were just looking for an excuse to touch me.” You say as you lean against the car window.

“Maybe I was.” Tendou says and puts his right hand on your thigh, while the other stays on the wheel.

The touch makes you blush and you turn to the side, hiding your red face from him. His thumb caresses your skin and you bite your lips, mentally screaming at the situation you're in.

You stayed quiet the whole ride and Tendou sang along to the songs that were playing on the radio, as if his hand on your thigh was something completely normal to him.

He pulls up to his apartment parking lot and before you get the chance to open the door he leans over and opens it for me. You can feel his breath on your neck, sending goosebumps to your body. You thank him and quickly get out of the car. He gets out and you look at him to see he has an evil smirk on his face.

This bitch knows the effect he has on me.

“So how was your day?” He asks as we walk towards the elevator.

You tell him about it as we make our way up to his flat. We order some pizza and lay blankets and pillows on his day-bed, setting everything up for the movie night.

[...]

Your stomach feels heavy from all the pizza you ate. You're wrapped around a blanket watching the movie without blinking. You hear Tendou laugh.

”What?” You turn to the side to ask him.

“Nothing, you just look really cute right now.”

“Shut up.” You punch the side of his arm.

The movie is near the end, the suspense fills the room and you bite your lips in frustration, debating whether you should keep watching or bury your face on the couch.

A jumpscare scene comes up and you yell in fear. Tendou laughs loudly and breathlessly at you who’s now hyperventilating because of the movie.

“Come here.” He says between laughs. You look at him and see him with his arms open indicating for you to cuddle him.

You hug his waist and continue watching the movie. His hand goes up and down on your back in a comforting way, making you feel safe in his arms.

“Thank you.” You say still looking at the tv.

“You don’t have to thank me for this. You’re scared, it happens”

“No, I didn’t thank you properly for not leaving me alone with those creeps. I owe you one.”

“You don’t owe me anything, I couldn’t leave my girl alone don‘t matter the circumstances.”

Your eyes widen and you look up to him instantly.

“Your wh-”

“Oh, look at that, it’s dessert time!” He interrupts you getting out of the couch and grabbing your wrist, taking you with him. “So the recipe I want you to try is a chocolate ice cream I created, it has a mixture of two different kinds of chocolate and a milk cream to make it creamy.”

He goes to the freezer and gets the ice cream. You grab two spoons from the kitchen drawer and sit on the counter, smiling anxiously. You're always the first one to try Tendou’s new recipes and never once he made something bad, confectionery was his vocation and it clearly shows.

“Ladies first.” He says, opening the ice cream pot.

You take a big portion of the ice cream with your spoon and eat it. The chocolate melts on your tongue and it feels like paradise. You close your eyes so you can fully focus on the dessert and hum as you swallow the ice cream.

“It. Is. So. Good. Tendou. Oh. My. God.” You say and he laughs.

“I’m glad you liked it, this was my third attempt to do it, I couldn't seem to get the chocolate temperature right.”

We both eat the ice cream like little kids on a summer day. Having a sweet tooth, we ate almost half of the pot in just one sitting. You look at him and see he has chocolate all over his face.

“Ten, come here.” You order and he gets closer. “You have chocolate all over your face.” You laugh.

You cup his face on your hands and wipe the chocolate off of the sides of his mouth with your thumbs, licking and sucking them after to get the taste of the frozen desert. Tendou stares at you the whole time, shocked as he sees you tasting the chocolate that was once on his face.

“Oh, look! You have some in your face too!” He says and cups your face just like you did with him.

But he doesn’t wipe it with his thumb. He gets closer to your face and licks the side of your mouth that, supposedly, had ice cream on it.

He smirks when he sees the blush on your cheeks, probably feeling the heat coming out of them. You don’t hesitate and grab some of the desert with your spoon, placing it on his lips.

“I think I missed a spot!”

You close the gap between us and slam your lips onto his. You lick his lips and he puts his hand on the back of your head, deepening the kiss. The kiss is cold because of the ice cream, but it’s heat that flows through it. Everyone knew that you and Tendou had something between us, but we were too focused on your careers to think about anything else. Still, he gave you butterflies everytime he looked at you with those big red eyes and irresistible smile. After a few seconds you pull away from him, still flustered.

“Why did you kiss me?” He asked.

“Because you had ice cream on your lips.”

“Just because of that?” He asks teasingly.

“Yeah, just because of that.”

“Okay then.”

He digs his finger in the pot and presses it on your lips, immediately kissing you afterwards, with more passion and hunger than before. He licks your bottom lip and you open your mouth, letting him explore it. You moan into the kiss and grab him by the shirt, pulling him closer.

We pull back, searching for air.

“You had ice cream on your lips.” He says, caressing your cheek with his hand.

“Shut up, Tendou.”

“Okay.”

He starts kissing your neck, hands now traveling around your waist, under your shirt. You still can’t believe what’s going on, but you won’t stop him, you don’t want to.

He grabs your shirt’s strap and pulls it up. You put your arms up to help him take it off of me. Once your shirt is off, he kisses your chest, his left hand going down your spine and under your bottomwear, grabbing and gripping on your ass. His right hand sits on the side of your thigh and he delivers sloppy kisses on your skin, going from your chest, all the way up to your ear.

“Let’s continue this on the couch, shall we?”

“B- But the dessert?!”

He leans back and looks at you then at the pot, and at you again.

“You’ll be my dessert.” He says as he smirks and grabs the ice cream pot with one hand, the other goes around your waist, pulling you closer to him.

He pulls you out of the kitchen counter and carries you to the living room with one arm. You wrap your arms around his neck and your legs around his waist, thightly, cautious not to fall.

Tendou throws you on the couch, immediately pushing your skirt off of me.

“Lean back on the backrest.” He orders and you do as you're told.

You look at him expectantly, closing your legs and pressing your thighs against each other. He takes off his shirt, to show his subtle abs, the result of years playing volleyball since childhood.

“Open your legs for me.”

You don’t move. You keep looking at him, paralised. You still can’t believe that you're actually doing this. You thought the thought of Tendou railing you was a fictional scene your head created as you started to get to know him better, it’s hard to believe dreams actually come true.

“I told you to open your legs.” He says with a serious look on his face.

You could do it, but you won’t. You want to see what he’s going to do if you don’t follow his orders. Tendou was always extremely sweet to you and everyone else, this authoritarian side of him is new to you,and it excites you not being able to tell what he’s doing next.

He puts his hands on your knees and pushes your legs open, sitting between them. The redhead brings his hand from your thigh all the way up to your neck, the cold fingertips making your skin dither. He holds your neck and tightens his grip on the sides, restricting your airflow.

“When I order something, you obey. Do you understand, you whore?” He says to your ear.

You nod in agreement.

“Say you understand.”

“I understand.” You manage to say, struggling because of the hard hand on your neck.

“Good, now take off your bra.”

You obey him, unhooking your bra and throwing it somewhere in the room. Tendou grabs the forgotten ice cream pot from the side. He leans down and delivers a kiss on each one of your boobs before tilting the pot, letting the almost melted dessert fall on your chest. You take a deep breath, your whole body feels cold and you shiver at the feeling of the cream dispersing through your skin. He stares at you and licks his lips.

“It looks delicious.”

One drop drains down to your bell bottom. You whimper and arch your back as Tendou licks the drop. He drags his tongue to taste all the chocolate from your skin, and takes your left boob in his mouth. He sucks on it, still with a bit of ice cream on his tongue. He sucks fast, your breathing gets heavier and you run your hand through his hair.

Once he’s done, he puts his arms under your thighs and pulls you down, making you lay fully on the couch. His finger finds your underwear’s strap and he takes it off of you fast.

“I don’t wanna hear a single sound from you, understood?” He asks, grabbing the pot again.

“Yes.”

He takes the pot once again, and spreads the chocolate all over your aroused organ. You cover your mouth with your two hands to muffle the sound you wanted to let escape from it. Tendou laughs and starts unbuttoning his belt.

“Covering your mouth is cheating, y/n” He grabs his belt, hovers over you,takes your hands off of your mouth, pinning them above your head, and wrapps the belt around your wrists. “Let’s see how long you can hold your moans in.”

He goes back down with a smirk on his face. Having known you for years, Tendou knows that you're sensitive to all kinds of touch, and you know he probably wants you to make even the slightest sound, just so he can punish me . You bite your lips, determined to not let anything slip out.

Tendou puts your knees over his shoulders, hands on your inner thighs to keep you in place. He licks his lips and stares at you,looking directly in your eyes.

“ Itadakimasu .” He says teasingly, before pushing his tongue against you,taking all the ice cream inside his mouth.

He alternates between sucking your clit and pushing his tongue up your opening. your back arches and you swallow your moans down your throat. The feeling of his cold tongue inside of you makes your eyes go to the back of your head. The pleasure overwhelms your body, and it feels like you're on fire.

“How many fingers can you take?” He asks, raising his head from me.

Your mind stops as you look at the length of Tendou’s fingers. If his fingers are that long, imagine how long is his…

“One.”

“How about we make it three?” Your eyes widened. “Oh, c’mon, y/n, you’re a good slut, I know you can take it.”

You think for a moment and nod, making him smile in victory. You close your eyes and take a deep breath, trying to prepare yourself for what's coming next. He slowly inserts his fingers inside of you,carefully watching your facial expressions as you hold your whimpers and moans back. He starts moving his fingers faster and you have to bite your lips harder.

He starts sucking your clit again, gently biting and licking on it. He hums against your skin, the vibrations sending you closer to the edge. Suddenly, he curves his fingers inside of you and your breathing hitches, making you whimper at surprise. You look down at Tendou, fearing he might’ve heard it, but he doesn’t show any reaction. His long fingers hit your g-spot and you let a big moan come out.

“Well well, I guess I found the right spot.” He says with an evil, but still attractive face on.

He adds another finger and hits the spot again. You moan loudly.

“Two.”

You try to calm down and hold your sounds back, but at this point anything he does to you will get you screaming. He thrusts his fingers inside of you again. Your legs start to feel numb as you arch your back and moan.

“Three.”

He starts rubbing your clit with his thumb, sending an overwhelming wave of pleasure through your body.

“Four.”

You clench on his fingers, indicating you're close to reaching your climax.

“Five.”

“Satori! I- I’m close!” You say moaning.

“No, you only get to cum when I let you.”

“Fuck.”

“Huh?”

He inserts his fingers fast and tougher than before. You scream in pleasure.

“Six.”

What the fuck is this man counting?

“Satori, I can’t hold it anymore.” You beg him, your unsteady breathing making your voice crack a little.

“Beg, bitch.”

“Satori, let me cum, please. ”

“I can’t hear you, darling.” He curves his fingers again.

“Sa-Satori! Please! Let me cum!”

“Look at my little slut, begging me to let her cum.” He laughs. “So adorable. Go on, cum for me.”

He hits your g-spot once again and your whole body starts to shake. A wave of numbness fills every inch of your skin as you arch your back. You open your mouth to moan but nothing comes out, there’s no sound or word that could describe how you're feeling right now.

You can feel your wrist skin burning because of the friction with the leather, but the only thing you can focus on is the way you can feel your body to the maximum extent. you're completely sensitive and whimpers escape your mouth as the numbness slowly leaves your being.

You stay quiet, trying to compose yourself and regulate your breathing. You look at Tendou and he has nothing but pure lust in his eyes. It’s an intimidating look, but still exciting. He hovers over you to release your arms, but before he reaches for them you get your hands up behind his neck and pull him down for a kiss.

Your tongues dance tougher against each other, a mixture of sweetness from the dessert and stickiness from your juices fills our mouths.

“You taste good, right?” He asks as he pulls away from me.

Satori cups your cheek with one hand, the other beside your head as a support for him to stay on top of me. He runs his thumb over the trace of tears that are marked in your face, tears of pleasure that you didn’t even notice were there until now.

“You know, I’ve eaten a lot of amazing desserts, from all over the world, west to east. All types of chocolate, textures, cakes, pies... but I’ll tell you something: you are, by far, the best dessert I ever tasted.”

You stare at his eyes only to find sincerity in them. Tendou Satori, the guy who loves confectionery more than anything else in the world, just told you you're the best thing he ever tasted. You can’t find words to say to him, so you show him how you feel through your actions. You kiss him once again, with more hunger and passion than you ever kissed anyone before. He kisses you back, reciprocating the same feelings. After making out for a while, Tendou gets up and finally takes the belt off of your wrists.

“Turn around, all in fours.”

You roll over to position yourself as he said. He puts both his hands on your hips and leans down to your ear.

“You think I forgot you disobeyed me?” He whispers. “It’s time for your punishment, honey.” He says, running his hands down to your ass, caressing it. “One spank for every moan you let out. If I’m not mistaken, it was six, right?”

“Ten. Give me ten.”

“Ten? Damn, you sure are a bad girl, huh?” He says laughing. “Well, I’ll give you as much as you want.”

He leaves a kiss on the side of your neck before leaning back up. You barely have time to breathe before Tendou’s hand hits your skin. You feel a deep sting on your ass and the burn from the spank takes over your body.

“Does it hurt?” He asks, rubbing his palm over the red spot on your cheek.

“No.”

He hits the same spot, with more strength than before. You moan as your skin melts under his touch.

“You’re sure?”

He switches to the other cheek, delivering a powerful hit on it. Sometimes I forget he used to spike volleyballs in high school. You grab a pillow from the side and put it under your head, stretching your arms under it, now laying fully on your stomach.

“I want you to count for me.”

“Four!” You yell against the pillow as he hits me.

Endorphins fill your body and the pain turns to pleasure.

“Five!”

“Six!”

“Seven!”

“Eight!”

“Nine!”

You don’t want it to be over, but the spankings aren’t the only thing you're craving right now. your lust mixes with the hormones your brain releases and there’s nothing in the world that You want more than for Tendou to fuck you already.

The last spank comes in doubles. Both his hands hit your ass as you scream. Your knees and thighs hurt because of the tension, but all you can feel is high and bliss. You can hear Tendou taking off his pants, the corners of your mouth going up in excitement.

You turn around and crawl over to him. You put your hands around his neck and pull him for a kiss, while throwing us back to the couch, him on top of me. You ran your hands from his neck down to the bunge in his boxers. You can feel the wet spot of pre-cum on the tip of his dick. He groans as you stroke his erected member.

“Please, Satori. Just fuck me already. I want you all over me. I want you inside of me.” He laughs.

“I wish your co-workers could see how the ‘calm and lovinly y/n’ is right now, begging me to fuck her senseless. Did they know you’re actually a whore?”

“I don’t think so, but you can tell them how much of a slut I am for you after you’re done with me.” You say against his ear, fuelling the monster inside of him.

He pulls his boxers down fast, not wanting to waste any more seconds. He puts your right leg over his shoulder and positions his tip on your entrance. His left arm goes around your wait, closing your bodies together, chest to chest. He thrusts inside of you, making you the most full I’ve ever been. As he’s about to pull out, you clench around him, making him groan loud in your ear.

“Fuck, you’re so tight.”

He increases his pace and goes in rougher, both your moans filling up the room. The skin clapping echoes through his flat and out of it, probably waking his neighbours up, but we don't care, the only thing on your minds right now is each other and how we wish this moment could last forever.

You feel a knot starting to form in your stomach and you dig your nails on his back, scratching it. Satori whimpers at the feeling as he continues to push himself in and out of me. He puts your left leg over his shoulder for better access and goes in even faster.

“Sa-Satori, I-”

“Not yet.”

Tears flow through your eyes as you try to hold your climax in. Your nails leave marks all over his back like red paint in a canva, your thighs hurt and you know it’s gonna be hard to walk for a couple of days, but it’s all worth it.

“Are you ready?” He asks.

“Yeah, but don’t pull out.”

“You sure?”

“Yes, I want you to fill me up.”

Tendou precisely hits your g-spot, as if he knew your body like the palm of his hand. You scream in pleasure as he keeps banging the same spot.

“On three, okay?” You nodd. “One… two… three.”

We reach your climaxes at the same time. Your body shakes as he keeps thrusting you,prolonging your orgasms. The overstimulation causes you to reach what athletes know as ‘zone’, your mind has nothing but this exact moment, when you're at peak pleasure, your body feels light and relaxed, as if Tendou could take all your problems and frustrations away just like that.

He drops all his weight on you and we keep still, painting. After a while, he pulls out of you and lays beside you,bringing you close to his chest. The soreness finally kicks you and everything from your hips down hurts, but in a good way. You can feel the warm liquids running down your thighs, probably dropping to his couch.

“Are you okay?” He asks, back to his sweet self again.

“Yes, I’m more than okay actually. You?”

“I feel amazing… just a quick question, are you on a pill or something?”

“Yeah, I take anticoncepcional, don’t worry, you won’t be a dad nine months from now.” You answer laughing, as you snuggle into his chest.

“Oh, okay. Is this a good moment to confess to you that I love you, or will it seem like you're just saying this because of the awesome sex we just had?

You laugh. your heart fills with warmth and a big smile takes over your face.

“I love you too, Satori, I always did.”

You kiss him once again and hug him tightly.

“We made quite a mess, why don’t you go shower and I’ll clean this up and come meet you there?” He asks as he runs his hand through your hair.

“Okay, baby.”

You get out of his embrace and get out of the couch. As you're about to take a step, your legs give up and you crash into the floor.

“I guess you won’t be walking for a few days, huh?” Satori says between his laughs, trying to stand up to help me

“Fuck you.”

“You just did.”

He holds you in his arms and gets you out of the floor, then picks you up, bridal style.

“The mess can wait, let’s take a shower, I can’t have my girl hurting herself falling.”

You kiss his cheek and we go to the bathroom like two love birds.

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gojo hates condoms ☆

not even in an ‘i can’t feel a thing’ frat-fuck way either. he just wants to be close to you. he’s touch starved as it is and being inside of you is quite literally the closet he can be to you. why would he want a barrier between his achy length and your silken walls?

he hates condoms. hates them like they’re pointing south on his moral compass. hates them like they hurt to use—which they do, in a way—the mental anguish feels real to him, at least. he picks up a fuss in the grocery store when you pull a pack of ribbed condoms from the shelf to try because why would you seek pleasure from artificial ridges when the protruding veins of his cock would feel just as good if not dressed in a condom?

sometimes he eats you out for twice as long as usual to get you really fucked out and dumb. he’ll make you cum hard and fast and so much that your mind is a mess in the hopes that you’ll forget all about your safety precautions and let him feel you from the inside out. but you always catch on. with a tsk and a finger pointed to the draw where he keeps the horrid things out of sight.

so when you let him fuck you raw for the first time, gojo is reeling. it’s on the condition that he promises to pull out, and promise he does—with a pinky finger hooked around yours and his lips to his thumb—he promises to pull out.

he decides on missionary, because as much as he loves the hundred different positions he knows how to wrangle you into, he wants to connect with you. to make love, not fuck.

and even your wetness against his tip is enough to jolt his stomach downwards. collecting your glossing over his angry head as he rubs himself up and down your folds—he would cum just like this if he wasn’t so stuck on feeling all of you. you’re warm and wet and tight as he pushes against your entrance and oh god he’s going to cum already.

“oh,” he stills, eyes deadset on yours as he slides into you. his tip is rubbing against that spot that makes your back arch upwards and it takes everything in you not to laugh at the distraught look on his face as he says “i have to pull out.”

“you’re joking, right?”

“i really wish i was baby,” he looks pained. he’s never felt something so heavenly and ungodly at the same time. he wants to do bad things, to fuck you into the mattress and breed you full of himself until you’re too weak to care about the aftermath of such recklessness. “i can’t pull out.”

“what?” you laugh, his balls tighten at the sound.

“if i move—” satoru has never looked so serious, “—i will cum. this was a bad idea. why would you let me do this?”

“you’re the one always—”

“actually don’t argue with me, you know what it does to me.” he squeezes his eyes shut and focuses on anything other then the way you feel around him. he does math in his head, thinks about the people he’s killed, how much he loves you… how pretty you look right now… growing old with you.

“i swear you’re getting harder inside of—”

“imsorryiloveyoubutpleasebequietorelseyouaregoingtogetpregnant.”

it takes him a minute of mental gymnastics to feel confident enough to start slowly sliding out of you, but all hope dies when the heel of your foot presses against his ass and with a smile made of sin you pull him deeper inside of you.

he opens his mouth to protest, to tell you he is not joking and all that comes out is a beautiful strangled moan that makes you tighten around him. for a man who claims to be the strongest he is rather weak-willed when it comes to your pussy. he needs to cum so hard that it hurts, but a fear of maybe ruining your life and relationship digs his teeth into his bottom lip.

“don’t do this to me,” he whines.

but you’re smiling. you’re so tight and wet and beautiful and everything he’s ever dreamt of having and holding and you’re smiling. “satoru,” you say, and he’s weak. “cum inside.”

anything for you. it’s gorgeous: the way he lets loose, falling forward to press all his weight into you as he groans and his balls release in hot spurts that you can feel painting your insides white. it’s the connection, the intimacy, the tears that prick at his eyes.

and he doesn’t pull out. no, he presses his hips forward to fuck his cum as deep into you as he possibly can and he vows to throw out every condom in the goddamn house.

god he hates condoms.

when you start writing for ushijima >>>>>>>>>>>>>

can you tell im begging?

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inevitable | u. wakatoshi

➳ tags ;; fluff n smut, getting together, first times together, unprotected sex, intentional lower case 18+

➳ wc ;; 1.9k (WHAT THE FUCK)

➳ a/n ;; ask n u shall recieve (i had rlly bad brainrot tn actually)

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if you had to describe ushijima wakatoshi in one word, you think the word you would chose is inevitable.

in·ev·i·ta·ble | /inˈevidəb(ə)l/ adjective certain to happen; unavoidable

of all the ways you could describe a person, it's probably not the best word. you could think of a laundry list of other ones to describe - really. hard-working, dependable, strong-willed, mindful, cautious. he's a lot of things and you think that's why he's so good at what he does. he's powerful but he he's brilliant at where he uses that power.

you would also use words like that to describe him, if you had too. if you had to give someone the run-down of wakatoshi - you could probably give them a whole speech about his accolades. he's probably the kindest person you know and he does that mostly on accident. he helps little old ladies carry groceries and lets your niece climb his arms like monkey bars with the most plain look on his face.

he's a lot of things - funny on accident, charming on purpose. but of all the things he is - to you, the thing he is most, is inevitable.

it's not hard for you to admit that you weren't exactly.. welcoming to ushijima when you first met him. you were a barista and he was well.. a big, pro-athlete who came to buy straight dark coffee every morning. after his work-outs (or what you figured was workouts since he always looked pretty sweaty) he bought himself precisely one pastry and a bottle of water and went about his day.

and it went like that for months. obviously you found him handsome - the way you could basically autopilot your shifts but completely broke down when he was there was evidence of that. he was tall, broad, handsome and nice. the kind of man who meets your grandmother, you think.

he always asked about you and you gave him short answers. too nervous to elaborate but he made you anyways, somehow and some way. and he comes back to you every week with details of your life you'd only mention in passing. he'd chuckle - a soft little smile at the way your eyes went wide. for someone so dense, he wasn't all that out of touch when it came to you. one morning your hands trembling just a little more than normal when you hand him back his change

(he tells you later he paid in cash just to see you stumble)

and he asks you with a plain look. observant.

"do i make you nervous?"

that's when you knew, really. you stood no chance against the all-consuming force that was and is ushijima wakatoshi. the subtlety and nuance in all of his actions left you worse for wear and any suspicions you had about how he might be treating you were to be confirmed much later down that line.

he's dense in the same way avocadoes are fruit. it's true, technically - but in a lot of ways and functionally it's just not the same. you think that the better word to use for him is selectively intelligent - like he doesn't bother thinking about anything that doesn't interest him for more than two minutes. but on the rare occasion it does interest him, i.e how you interest him - he becomes some kind of expert.

you've always been a little stubborn when it came to love. heartbreak does that to you - and you were overly cautious with ushijima. you let your heart walk on eggshells. you didn't let his gestures or touches or glances mean anything to you. you didn't let yourself be swayed by the smell of his cologne - sweet and woodsy on the back of your throat. not by the way he placed his hand on your lower back to walk past you on days off.

and when he took you out, to see the movies and stargaze, you told yourself it isn't a date. you tried your best really. because there is something really unbelievable about ushijima wakatoshi liking you - beyond the fact that he's some pro-athlete.

there's something about him that's a little unreal. not that he's perfect, but that all of his flaws make him more attractive. it almost bothers you but he doesn't seem to understand when you give him those lengthy explanations. hands making all types of gestures, flustered as he smiles. he doesn't take anything from your little lecture that day, just gives you a once over as he drives you home.

"oh, so you find me attractive?"

you didn't stand a chance. he was, and is, inevitable. everything about him has this powerful but subtlety all-consuming nature to him. you think the best way to think of it is like letting yourself float. the way you release the weigh in your body and inevitable give into letting it hold you. even if waves came - you'd probably stay in that state.

ushijima is like that. a constant presence and overwhelming force. you get swayed without even thinking. he could probably become president, if he really wanted. lucky for everyone else, he just wants to play volleyball. you think that it's a shame in equal parts that it's a gift but you digress.

the point is that you could never really be away from ushijima. and as hard as you tried to avoid the growing affection - you find that ushijima is always a few steps ahead. always reaching far beyond you with big, strong hands.

you try so hard, to avoid the inevitable. you do it with your whole soul. you're honestly just.. intimated. you've never felt something like him before - not once in your whole life. you're afraid of what'll happen when you succumb to the waves so you dodge the deep sea for weeks and weeks.

he found you after your shift one day after 3 weeks of dry texting and avoided phone calls. wearing a suit and a purple shirt and a nice watch, he has flowers too. and you're in.. a barista uniform with tousled everything and smudged mascara.

inevitable is really the only word. as you stop dead in your tracks, and as ushijima pulls you aside with the mostly gentlemanly smile. you kind of wanna cry when you look at him.

"i've waited a long time but i don't think i can much longer,"― he shifts a little. he almost looks nervous - it's the first time you've ever seen him look anything but overwhelmingly confident ― "i like you and i'd like to be with you,"

he doesn't really offer you much other than a confession and his hands. the frustrating thing is that he doesn't need to. it's the first time he's seen you cry but he handles you well, does it easily like he does everything else. like somehow he's just good at it, soothes you while you sob into his chest and melt into his presence and let yourself fall underwater.

in a probably not so surprising turn of events, you find that ushijima fucks with the same approach that he does most other things.

with careful consideration that seems effortlessly. it makes you feel a little hopeless that he feels good at everything. even at comforting you.

the first time you have sex, you take off his shirt for him. and he takes your hand and puts it up to his chest. gives you the most gentle look. his heart-beat is rapid.

"you make me .. nervous too. just so you know,"

the one thing about ushijima is that everything about him is big and wide and broad. he kisses you like he's trying to circle the solar system - there's a slowness to it. a vastness as he has you seated in his lap with his hands exploring up your body. his hands are everywhere. he's good with them. not too gentle but not too rough as the spread your thighs open.

he cups your pussy and it fits in his whole palm. his middle finger teases your slit as his kisses travel south, down your jaw and onto your neck. they latch onto your chest with a little breathless sigh - like he can't even breathe. it makes you clench when he talks to you - raspy.

"you're.... beautiful,"

he makes you shy. so shy as you lean forward a little and rock into his hand - a burning need nipping at you. and his eyes widen and his cock stiffens and his breath hitches and you think this is the first time you've caught him off-guard before. you wanna bask in it but you're too desperately so you latch onto his lips again.

ushijima does everything right. with knowledge in it. he kisses you and sucks on your tits and plays with your clit with this.. knowing. he likes seeing you fall apart he thinks. he likes how you get when he takes it much slower than he needs too - how he drags you through one orgasm to another with this lithe. he lets you lean over his shoulder when he fingers you - and his two fingers stretch you out like four of your own.

his cock is big. bigger than you think any person could ever take. you stare at it for a long while, gaping at it. your hands barely fit around it and that image burns itself into ushijimas brain like a permanent memory. your mouth falls open and your eyes look hazy and ushijima thinks that he's never wanted to be inside of something so bad before.

"it's so big," ― you whisper, hoarse ― "i-it won't fit,"

"i'll make it fit," ― is his only reply, kissing the crown of your head ― "sit tight,"

he does, by the way. make it fit. he makes it fit good - makes it stretch your pussy out but you don't feel like you'll break. there's a little pressure inside, and your clit swells with desire and blood - but it fits. and his eyes are glued to the way your cute little cunt seems to be swallowing him like it's nothing. it's enough to make him lose his mind.

"c-can i move?"

you nod and he does. slow at first. he draws the noise from you - a slow and soft moan leaving your lips as he drags his cock in and out of you. but it gets faster, goes much faster than you thought it could.

eventually he has you bouncing in his lap, on his cock, with such force that you feel like you can't breathe. it feels unbelievable, sets off a supernova in your gut like at any moment you could come undone. you feel like you're breaking and ushijima doesn't help, soft grunts and whispered affections.

"you're so beautiful," and "im so happy" that make you feel dizzy. you'd probably give him anything he asks for. he bounces you on his cock and lets his thumb just rest on your clit and you're so close you can almost taste it.

"cum for me," ― like he's begging ― "please,"

what choice do you have anyways? you cum on his cock with a silent scream, like your voice is tearing a blackhole into space and you shudder while he holds you in place. he finishes only seconds afterwards.

"did it feel good?"

you give him a wide-eyed look. he's dense at times. you don't know how to hate him for it so you just sigh and nod, cozying to him.

"y..yeah,"

he kisses your forehead, sweaty and tired.

"good,"

yeah. you were right.

you never had a single chance of winning against him.

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