VIRGIN!SATORU is a wreck around you, dick aching hard every time you’re close. you laugh, brush his arm, and it’s throbbing, leaking, killing him in his pants. those blue eyes flicker away, face hot, ‘cause he’s never touched a girl, but fuck, he’s got plans in his head.

he sees you pinned under him, legs spread wide, his hands tearing your shirt open, sucking your tits till they’re wet and you’re moaning his name—“satoru, more”. he’d shove his fingers in your pussy, feeling you drip, then lick you clean, tongue buried in you till you’re shaking, begging. he wants to flip you over, ass up, slam his cock in raw—so deep—fucking you hard, hearing you scream, your walls choking him tight.

or maybe you’d ride him, tits bouncing, him watching, helpless, as you grind on his dick till he’s cumming too fast, spilling inside you. he’d grab your throat, pull you down, kiss you messy while he pounds you again, chasing that high he’s never felt. “shit.” he's alone, hand on himself, knowing he’s gotta make it real—fuck you for real—‘cause these fantasies are driving him nuts.

ovulation with the 141

strangely, out of the four, i feel like soap would be the most educated. he grew up with sisters. helpful (in his own, clumsy way) with the blunt pains of menstruation. because at the end of the week, he knows he gets to have you as much as he wants you. you’re almost as horny as him. almost. relishes spending hours fucking like rabbits. not above cutting a night out short if you express you’re needy. a true gentleman- well, until he’s not.

gaz is also pretty keen on things like this. probably tracks it with you. and that man prepares. buys you a set of lingerie, aphrodisiac honey, tests new cologne, the works. sex is romantic with him, but if you’re asking to be treated a little unkind he’s very willing. definitely teases you about it, though. buries himself to the hilt for your third round as you float in a sensitive come down, whispering “so greedy, already need me again?” you’d get mad if it didn’t turn you on.

simon, frankly, doesn’t focus on the biology of ovulation, but welcomes the change in libido. especially likes that he can end and start his day burrowed in your cunt, and the sensitive alters to your body- how easy it is to have you. once he picks up on the patterns every month, he’ll always stick particularly close to you- hands on your lower back in the grocery store, wrapped on your waist at the bar, resting on your thigh during drives- slowly making their way to your waist band…sneaky bastard.

your beloved price does his best to keep up, he does, but he is not in his twenties anymore. approaching forty, his body doesn’t always align with his desires. however, he’s no man to keep a lady waiting and wanting, so he’ll place a thick palm over your gut and eat you out until your immobile. if you try and swat him away he’ll bite your inner thigh, reminding you that “you asked for this”. and when you look at him the way you do after, sex stupor drooling from your sore cunt and swollen lips, he places an order for viagra.

“you’re really goin’ for it, huh?” FRATBOY!SATORU rasps over the loud, wet squelch of your cunt as it sucks his cock down. you can’t even talk—just whimper these pitiful little “uh, uh, uh” sounds every time you slam onto his dick, while he just lounged back on the shitty couch of the frat house, smirking like a dick.

his thick, veiny cocks splits you wide, hits balls-deep, and he eats it up, loves how your thighs shake and pussy drips. “aw, fuck, look at you,” he purrs. “already dumb as hell on my cock. poor baby can’t even spit out a word.”

“s-satoru…” you try, but it’s a whiny mess, lost in the loud clap of your ass against his thighs. he cackles, head tips back, white hair’s shoved back under a backwards cap, messy and sticking out at the edges, giving him that fratboy douchebag look that’s somehow still hot as hell. “that’s it? my name and some drool? fuckin’ sad.”

he thrusts up, hard and mean, rams his cock so deep you shriek, pussy clamps tight, juices squirt down his shaft. “fuck... pussy’s so wet i should feel bad for you but shit’s hot—look at that cute little face." his grabs your chin rough, tilts your face as spit rolls down from your slack mouth and he smears the drool over your lips with his thumb, grins wider at the sight.

you want to say something, anything, but your head’s empty, legs wobble as you ride him and he watches, like he feels sorry your brain’s mush on his dick already. another thrust, grinding your sloppy cunt harder onto him, and you whine, loud, needy, pathetic and satoru grins. “there it is. that’s my girl.”

౨ৎ plumber!toji had quite the looks. that just happened to be a plus when you hired him. after all, it's not like you knew what he looked like, when you texted his business number a time and place.

it wasn't your fault. it wasn't your fault that your boring, workaholic husband was always at work. what were you to do? a pretty, bored housewife — one left all alone at home.

"it's the pipes," you say, soft and breathy. as if you aren't dreaming up the nastiest things that could ever come to mind, eyes roving his fit body. pipes, ones that you'd messed with. there wasn't that much leakage, at least not that you could see.

you think. to be honest, you're hardly aware of how much harm you've inflicted onto them.

you're just a little lady, so, what do you know about these things? instead, you lead him to the cabinets underneath the kitchen sink, leaning back against the counter, pretending to be concerned, as he takes a look.

it takes him less than two minutes to realize the damage was dealt on purpose, to which he responds with a roll of his eyes. "if you wanted to fuck, should've just said somethin'."

and, well, that's how you end up with toji's hips snapping brutally against your ass, the cool slab digging into your skin. your palms are damp with the slick of your sweat, desperately trying to ground yourself, as he rams into you relentlessly.

"this — oh, fuck — is want you wanted, yeah? f- fuckin' better take it." the empty house is filled with the lewd sound of squelching, accompanied by a plap, plap, plap!

he groans, dark hair sticking to his brow. "damn husband of yours, he doesn't fuck you good, huh? you're wrecked already, and we just started."

you can't muster a response, whimpering instead. it spurs him on, his cruel pace only increasing. one of his hands are tangled in your hair, yanking back. the other is digging into your hip, sure to leave bruises in the morning.

his cock stretches you out wholly, forcing yourself to mold to the shape of his thick length. your cunt clenches around his, the fluttering hole doing the best it can. you hardly even last long, body tensing.

"shit, ma, you gonna cum, already? cum on my cock, like some slut?" he sneers, right by your ear. he fucks you hard and greedy, driving into you repeatedly.

"mm—! t- toji," you cry, velvety walls squeezing him tight. your body seizes, and you tremble violently, gushing onto his dick. his stamina? it lasted far longer than yours, and he didn't let up, not until he was shooting ropes into your pussy. overstimulated and fucked-out, you'd lost count of how many times he'd pulled orgasms out of you, waiting for his own to come.

and, when he finally leaves (hours, upon hours, later), you realize he never quite fixed the pipes. oh, well. at least, you had a reason to call him back over, right?

Pornstar Satoru

Pairings- Pornstar Satoru x shy f!reader

Warnings- mentions of sex and sexwork, masturbation, mentions of drug use, weed smoking, Gojo has an OF hehe, lots of longing, pining, Satoru can't get hard if it's not you, whipped ass Satoru

It's HERE (Part One)

Pornstar Satoru is one of the most famous pornstars there are, hence him constantly wearing jet black shades and hoodies at times, he never knew just who he'd run into that would recognize him. Whether it's his flicks or his OF - he's the top .01 % - he gets a lot of notice, especially in bustling LA. But, he loves what he does, he especially loves watching his abs flex in the camera as he hits one of his lovely costars from the back.

Pornstar Satoru loves making the costars and girls he collabs with actually cum, where they're shaking and squirting all over his latex covered cock. Not that fake shit like he watches them do with other men- no Satoru makes sure to slam that curved tip against their cervix, to roll his thumb right on their clit with the perfect amount of pressure. Perhaps that's the secret to how famous he really is, along with his good looks.

Pornstar Satoru makes so much money from each shoot and is in high demand, so he can have whoever he wants as a co star. They line up to have a chance at him, watching his videos and aching for a chance to feel his cock hitting them deeper than damn near anyone could hit, to say they got to shoot with the Satoru Gojo. This just makes Satoru fuck them harder, smiling right at that camera, as women dream it's really them that have captured his pretty blue eyed gaze.

Pornstar Satoru thinks it's a pretty damn good life, being rich for fucking beautiful women on camera, as he's inhaling a blunt after a threesome shoot with his best friend - and often costar- Pornstar Suguru, as they talk about who got the girl to squirt more, right in the middle of a bouguie party in East LA. Suguru let's out a throaty laugh, while Satoru narrows his blue eyes. 'I had her cumming so hard she was shaking' he says, taking a hit and handing it back to Suguru. 'Nah, that was all for me, did you see...'

Pornstar Satoru stops listening when he sees you enter the room, completely out of place at the coke filled, booze filled party, wearing a pair of black glasses that cover half of your pretty face, and a little nervous look as you stand there, in a cute white pleated skirt and a big oversized sweater. Satoru smacks Suguru on the shoulder then and he coughs up smoke. 'Shit what is it?' Satoru looks back at you, when you're handed a drink, some guy flirting as you look down shyly. 'Who's she?' Suguru blinks a bit curiously. 'I don't know, she's pretty though'

JJK TWT LINKS

TOJI FUSHIGURO:

✿ he thinks you’re the prettiest with your lips wrapped around him

✿ toji’s favorite <3

✿ i just know he’s an eater

✿ “such a good girl f’me doll”

✿ overstimulation

GETO SUGURU:

✿ you look so pretty riding him <3

✿ he could never fuck a non sorcerer

✿ brat taming (:

✿ “let’s put on a show for our followers, yeah?”

✿ cult!wife duties

NANAMI KENTO:

✿ picking you up after work <3

✿ he’s so sweet, getting you prepped (:

✿ he couldn’t help himself when he saw you in the shower ):

✿ husband!nanami is ready for a baby

✿ punishment

CHOSO KAMO:

✿ you’re such a tease ):

✿ his favorite view <3

✿ it started off with helping you set up your pc

✿ jealous!choso after your coworker talked to you too long/:

✿ you sit so pretty on top of him (:

SUKUNA RYOMEN:

✿ prepping you for his true form (:

✿ mean sukuna ):

✿ such a good pet <3

✿ princess treatment (sukuna’s version)

✿ you have the prettiest arch

GOJO SATORU:

✿ Boat ride <3

✿ overnight mission

✿ typical morning (:

✿ the strongest

✿ oiled up!

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pt. 1 here

enjoy(: remember to be logged into twitter! gn you little freaks

xoxo hachi

richbf!satoru takes you out on lavish shopping trips weekly, designer stores only because why would he take his girlfriend (future wife) to such a low class place when he had millions upon millions in the bank.

richbf!satoru doesn’t like taking you to fancy restaurants really, but he loves splashing on unique experiences you will never forget. He has taken you on Safari’s, diving in the Coral reef, the Blue Grotto, you’ve held a monkey, he has even taken you in a shark cage. What’s the point in having all the money in the world and boring his girlfriend with just another meal? These are memories you will carry with you forever.

richbf!satoru makes his American express account joint, so your card has your own name on it. Everything that is his is yours, especially his money.

richbf!satoru is sure he has developed some new kink that revolves around you covered in diamonds. He is a regular at all the finest jewellery stores: Harry Winston (his fav), Cartier, Bvlgari, Graff. There is nothing greater in his eyes than having you under him, legs kicked over his shoulders as your neck which is dripping in diamonds catches the light. Reminds him just how good you look wearing his money.

richbf!satoru spends months picking out your engagement ring because it has to be perfect, one of a kind, big but not gaudy, at least seven figures and be timeless so you never tire of it. So imagine his elation when he strolls into Mr Winston’s store and they show him exactly what he has been looking for.

richbf!satoru plans your engagement trip the moment he returns home with the ring in the box. If he has it, why wait? Am I right?

richbf!satoru takes you to Italy two months later, and before the sea and a sky full of stars, he pulls out a box which has a star of its own inside; a radiant cut 5 carat diamond on a pure platinum band.

richbf!satoru slides the priceless piece on your finger and officially makes you his fiancé with a statement of a piece.

I wrote this because I am mourning a Jimmy Choo bag I will probably never own. Currently accepting donations lol.

strong supporter that simon got a vasectomy very early in life (early 20’s) because he never planned on having children especially after everything that happened to his family. he’s uninterested in continuing his bloodline.

until he met you. and although you claim you don’t like kids that much, he sees how understanding and kind you are with your friends kids. he sees the way your eyes soften when they ask ‘auntie’ for something and how you drop everything you’re doing to help the child. he sees the way you tell stories to them, being as animated and excited as you tell them stories of great empires and noble men on journeys.

and it does something to him. seeing the maternal side of you that you don’t often show. you do often shoot down the idea of having children so early in life, if at all, saying that you know you don’t want them now but maybe in the future? he knows how great of a mom you’ll be.

so fuckkkkk does the sight of you holding Prices new little one not get him going. so what if he finally expresses to you about getting a reversal. so what if he fucks you full of his cum multiple times a week (his and your libido allowing) dirty talking in your ear about how pretty you’re going to be carrying his kid. so what if he starts to track your cycle to know when you are ovulating. so what if he starts perusing the kid aisle when you go to the shops.

hes a man on a mission.

kill me again

john price x fem!reader

tw: inspired by kill me again (1989), domestic abuse/violence, blood kink, blood eating, smut, dub-con, unhinged john price, retired john price, manhandling, light breeding kink

The dreams start the day your husband first places his hands on you. 

sexaddict!satoru spends all his days fantasising about how he will bend you into new positions and push you past your limits, thinking about how he could utilise his jujutsu to do just that.

sexaddicted!satoru who has to have you at least twice a day (your mouth and hands don’t count, he has to be inside you) and it isn’t up for negotiation.

“Satoru, we need to pack for your work trip.”

Tears of need welled in his eyes, threatening to spill past his lids as he ground against your ass. His clothes were really starting to piss him off.

“Sweetheart, if I am not inside you in the next minute I am going to die.” His grinds grew more frantic, his moans loud as he held you in place with an arm like an iron band around your waist.

“Sweetheart, pleaseee.”

And really, you didn’t have much of a choice but to agree.

sexaddict!satoru likes to work himself up before he finally slides inside of you. He likes his cock, sensitive and twitching with the need to be wrapped up in your pussy. Tears fall down his cheeks as he whimpers, hips rutting mindlessly, and there is a 75% chance he will come as soon as he has seated himself inside of you. But don’t worry, he’s the strongest, he has another four or five rounds in him.

sexaddict!satoru has a bad habit of fingering you anywhere and everywhere, no place too risqué. A work meeting? No problem. A restaurant? No problem. A club? He may even fuck you he is that much of an egotistical bastard.

sexaddict!satoru is down to try any and everything, there is no idea he wont turn down, but he is incredibly respectful of your own boundaries, the last thing he wants is for you to be uncomfortable.

sexaddict!satoru has never truly had enough of you.

Simon would say the most beautiful thing to you and then act like he's not some lovesick smitten bastard who can't even breathe when you're not near.

You will look up at the night sky and say, “Stars are so pretty.”

And Simon wouldn't even look up because he's gazing at you. “You put the stars to shame.”

“What ?”

“That's so fuckin' lame.”

“Why are you holding my waist ?” you ask him with a pointed look at his hand spalyed around your middle— not like you're complaining.

“So ya' don't fall over me and cause m' physical damage.”

Yeah. Definitely. Loverboy.

Masterlist

Nanny! Nanami headcanons

pairings- Nanny! Nanami x CEO fem! reader

warnings- sexual tension for now, reader is a mama, mentions of masturbation, lil bit forbidden relationship vibes, down bad Nanami, mutual pining, Papamin is here!!

Nanami won my poll for the next story I'll be making!! (maybe a long oneshot idk yett) I haven't written much of him lately, so here are some hcs for noww

Nanny! Nanami who shows up just like Mary Poppins one day, after your cute but terrifying daughter Yuuka has chased off another of her Nannies, leaving you bringing her to your office that day. Little did you know one of your appointments for the day happens to have a degree in childcare, Nanami Kento.

Nanny! Nanami comes in and you shake his hand, big and warm, you can't help but pause at just how handsome he is, when he smiles sweetly at you. 'Sorry, my daughter had to come with me, but don't worry we can still talk business' you say with a smile in return. Nanami looks over at Yuuka now, smiling at her as well, your little girl, who is by all accounts a mischievous little demon for almost anyone but you. You know she hates that you have to work, but as a single mom that's just what you have to do, and running your marketing agency required you to come in the office frequently.

Nanny! Nanami is so handsome, professional, you expect him to need marketing advice, when he sits across from you, brushing off his suit over a broad shoulder, but soon he surprises you, with his soft, husky voice - 'I saw your ad, that you need a Nanny?' You blink a bit in surprise then, sure men were Nannies you supposed but you've never seen one. 'I went to college for just that, actually but I guess I could be called a Manny if you prefer' his lips twitch in humor and you giggle.

Nanny! Nanami is sitting criss cross on the floor coloring with Yuuka soon, so patient and sweet as you go over his resume, his references, he's truly a miracle worker and just what you need, despite the pricy salary request. 'You're so hired, if you can handle her' your daughter giggles a bit, and Nanami's hazel eyes study you from behind green shades, he's in this three piece suit with crayons in his hand, so cute you melt. 'I am always up for a challenge, when should I start?'

Phone calls | cw: fluff, age gap (reader mid 20s, John late 30s)

John Price who absolutely loves his phone calls with shy!reader.

Your voice is the sweetest thing he’s ever heard, still so small even though you’ve been dating for a couple of months. He loved hearing you talk because when there’s a lot of people you’re as quiet as a mouse, so he lets you ramble on and on about whatever comes to mind for how ever long until you’d try and crawl back in your box again.

“ ‘M sorry, I’m talkin too much, aren’t I?”

“No dove, let me hear more of you, yeah?”

And you’re attentive too, always have a follow up question to any of his stories. Giggles filling his ears when you laugh together. God, it just gave him that perfect burst his aging heart needed every single time.

His favorite thing to do though?

The old man would call your house phone when he’s right outside your flat, leaning on his car and looking up to the 5th floor, right where your apartment is. He’d see your gorgeous silhouette in the curtains, you’d pick up that old yellow rottery phone that you’d gotten from him as a replacement for the one that broke.

“H-Hello?” You’d squeak out, disgustingly cute, twirling the line with your fingers.

“I’m downstairs, thought I’d see your face before I left.”

“Where?” And you’re quick to uncover the blue and white embroidered curtains, revealing yourself on the baloney, curls touching just above your shoulders, only in your damned underwear and a tight top, with your nipples peeking through. If he told you about the way you’d look right now, you’d leap out of your skin.

But John just loved how he was the only thing on your mind when he called. Your big brown eyes searching the street for the bearded man, and he’s right there. Giving you a wave with a smirk he just can not hide.

“Hi John,” youre breathless through the phone, love sick on that dream boat of a man.

“You’re fuckin gorgeous love, always so beautiful.”

You yanked the phone away, hiding your face with your curls as you squealed, stomping around cute as ever. John could so easily get you all flustered, you peek down at him and he’s tapping his phone, listen.

You put the phone to your ear again, “Don’t have long. Just wanted to see your face.”

And it’s clock work, John would tease you every time he wanted to see you by threatening to leave. As if he wouldn’t climb up the damn apartment with his bare hands like you were fuckin Rapunzel. But you’d believe him every time, eyes widening and mouth opening and closing, words fighting to get out.

He’d get your heart pumping even more as he turned to his car, “I-I- dont you wanna come up John? Just for a tea?”

He turns, to look back at you, eyebrow raised, he hums, “Not sure love, gotta be up early.”

“It’ll be five minutes! I swear John.” And your pretty bottom lip is out, pouting— the man couldn’t resist you for long.

It wouldn’t be five minutes, it never was, just as the older man had planned. He’d agree, just for tea, with a grin. Practically zooming through your complex to get to you and taking you in his arms.

His sweet girl.

It couldn’t get any better than you.

a/n: did I write this cause I haven’t done a proper part two to a certain price fic? Well— but this was fun!!

shy!reader masterlist most recent

cw: money kink? Simon is obsessed, Simon loves you spending his money and giving you money, strangers online, mentions of male masturbation, mentions of oral sex, reader streams and goes live a lot, mentions of poor financial situation, Simon yearns, controlling, reader starts an OnlyFans, jealous Simon Riley, mentions of the name 'Daddy'

Simon Riley who barley uses social media and doesn't understand it well. He supposes he’s never really had a proper reason to. Sometimes he would check up on his teammates private lives, see how they are doing when they are away and off duty; sometimes he could be caught watching the odd dog meme video that pops up- earning a small, slither of a smile from the scarred stoic man.

But honestly, he’s never had a reason to bother, no account profile picture or bio and a randomly generated username he wouldn't know how to change even if he wanted to. Most of the time he would have two or three followers and always one of them was someone he had no idea of.

He never had a reason to give a shit about the online world, not until he saw you.

Sat at your desk, eyes sparkling under your warm ceiling light. Eagerly reading the chat-box at the bottom of your stream as you answered peoples questions with genuine interest. Your smile made his chest burn hot and his eyes caught notice of your fingers fidgeting with your hair. You were stunning, absolutely fucking breathtaking and Simon couldn't get enough; he needed you.

He would join every single live, not messaging or saying anything to you but just watching and suffocating in silence. He wouldn't miss the way you licked your lips wet and chewed on your lower lip as you waited for more people to join. If it wasn't for his expertise in self control he would've been fisting his cock to the sight of you.

He would have you full blast on his phone as he pottered around his house, your angelic voice singing out words of ecstasy through the cold empty walls like you were there with him. His precious little sweetheart, living with him in his head and in his home. Who would've thought a stranger like you could mess someone like Simon up this fucking badly?

He learnt things about you, jotting them down in the notebook of his brain. Learnt the places you wanted to travel to and experiences you wanted to live- and found himself wanting to be beside you: witnessing it first hand. He found himself for the first time in years wanting to live and not just survive.

Despite his toll of silence, you didn't miss the way he was always there. Checking the viewer count to see his account right at the top as per usual. Time didn't seem to matter either, when you had woken up at early in the morning and decided to go live out of boredom- he was there. In the middle of the day when you were on your lunch break, ragged looking earphones trailing out your ear as you whispered into the microphone at the back of the café, he was there watching. He was always there and it felt strange.

In honesty, his consistency petrified you. You knew it was all in your head but the nagging feeling that it was one of your fucked up, clingy exes, still keeping tabs on you despite going your separate ways, made you sick. Hoping was all you could ever do because you wouldn't dream of confronting the mysterious account that was watching, lingering and following you every second your phone was powered on. It was highly unlikely to be anyone you knew and you weren't entirely sure if that was for better or worse.

When your first couple of donations rolled in, you didn't know what to say. Smiling and thanking the donators by name as your cheeks heated up.

You never asked for money or pleaded for donations; the option was always there if people wanted to. You certainly weren't going to beg or come across as a 'money hungry' but some extra cash on the side was definitely not a bad idea. The fact that people were so generous and kind to donating pennies and pieces to help reach the goal of buying your own place. It wasn't much people were sending in but every little help strangers would accompany you with, made you realise the world wasn't so selfish after all: and when Simon noticed this. He reached for his card.

Hundreds, multiple hundreds and it was just a ridiculous amount of money that piled in from his account. It was the first time you had seen him interact with you aside from liking your content or watching your streams- what the fuck were you supposed to say? Your eyes would lock onto the screen, mouth slightly agape revealing your wet tongue as you tried to find the words. Simon fucking groaned.

The blank, grey profile picture looked back at you with numbers you couldn't comprehend attached to it. Simon was helping you tremendously and despite your gratefulness you couldn't help but end your stream- guilt surfacing in your throat because that was a lot of money to be handing away to a stranger. It felt rude taking it, you were scared to take it- it felt like borrowed money not gifted money because who sends someone that amount of cash. Who in their right fucking mind?

The worst part was he didn't stop there- in honesty, watching how fogged your mind got and watching the way you struggled for words- he couldn't find himself able to stop. It was a high for him, he wanted to give you everything you wanted.

He would crack his neck, a moan falling from his lips as he clicked on your live with a grin. Adrenaline fuelling his body as he sent more, and more, and more until he heard the shake in your voice. 'Stop' falling from your lips between nervous giggles and he knew you meant it, feeling his heart ricochet in his chest but still, he continued.

The mental aspect of the situation had led you to taking a short break off of streaming, you were sure he wasn't some crazy ex from the amount of money he had given you and the realisation it was some random stranger always being there instead, didn't make you as uncomfortable as you thought it would've. He was probably some old man with a fetish for seeing some girl like you everyday and spoiling you. The worst case scenario was that he could be a stalker or a murderer who had taken a liking into you- but even then you were highly careful of what you let slip online and who could be out there.

It was difficult, you wanted him to leave as much as you wanted him to stay- you couldn't block him after he had spent all that money on you and as much as you wished he wouldn’t have done that: it was very helpful.

A good few weeks had past since you had uploaded and you figured that he would be onto some other girl by now. Splashing the cash for some supermodel look alike as he whispers into her microphone things that drive men wild. But of course that wasn't the case.

Simon was going fucking haywire. He couldn't sleep without hearing your muffled little voice in his dreams, your sleeping little face and messed up hair with your tantalisingly lowcut pyjamas, where were you? Where had you disappeared to? He would check your account religiously, just in case you posted and his notification didn't go off. He had googled ways to tell if he had been blocked- but the reality of the situation was that you had just became inactive.

It made his lungs ache and knees weak without hearing your voice daily- just old videos he had re-watched over and over again. Your absence worried him and it worried himself with how badly he was getting attached to you. His days felt like months, his strong demeanour replaced by one that was moping and mourning. Jesus- you weren't fucking dead. If you were fucking dead he would ruin whatever stole you from him. Was this stalker like behaviour? Was he being a fucking loser for worrying about you?

Upon your return you had decided to create a dreaded OnlyFans account. It was just to raise money and you weren't expecting to blow up into some massive porn star earing millions from sex work- you kept it pretty downlow. It was as much humiliating as it was necessary- without Simon there to send you hundreds of pounds, you needed the extra pay for groceries and rent money. Plus- it seemed everyone your age was doing it so what was the harm? You uploaded a quick video to promote your new account, posted it and sat down at your one seat table.

The cold of the wooden chair hitting your thighs and the dim lights of your kitchen made you realise how tiny your apartment was. Even for one person you felt like you were incarcerated- stuck in a prison cell but you couldn't afford to leave yet. The sound of your swallow echoing into the silence as you finished up your instant ramen- humming in satisfaction as your phone hummed to. You picked it up, your stomach turning cold as a message request came through.

How much to delete your OnlyFans Account?

Simon was fucking seething. Posting your tits- your body, that little mouth of yours sucking on objects that weren't his cock for other men to see? For other men to pay for? He almost cracked his phone when he opened your notification to that and he would've if it wasn't for his urgency to get you to delete your account. He had heard of OnlyFans, he wasn't daft and you were coming off there whether you liked it or not.

Your heart stuttered seeing the familiar account and a scoff of shock fell from your lips. He hadn't forgotten you after all. The mysterious account had finally broke his silence and your stomach fluttered with feeling you couldn't make sense of. He hadn't moved on from you, he couldn't move on from you- should you be weirded out by this?

Sorry?

How much to delete your OnlyFans Account. Now?

The pulse in your vein throbbed as you finally made sense of his question. The giddy feeling from earlier at the realisation he was waiting for you, subsided into thick strings of anxiety. Hypothetically, if you had run your account on there for a good few months, posting regularly and having a handful of subscribers- you would bring home a good portion of money to save up. You couldn't ask him for a lot of money- especially after all the money he had already gave but you couldn't delete your account for little to nothing. So, you took the time to nicely write back to him and explain your financial situation to him. Explaining how you need to money to help save for a future house- that you need food and necessities and that your shitty job doesn't pay you enough.

The chat fell silent, Simon began to type and then stopped- disappearing and you shut your phone off worried you had either overshared and accidently unloaded everything onto him or upset him.

I mean- you didn't owe him anything- he donated all that money to you on his behalf but you couldn't help the niggling feeling of regret and shame that you had offended someone so nice that had done so much for you. You told yourself that he was still probably some creep, some fucked up pervert that probably only watched for one thing. But if that was the case, why would he be against your OnlyFans? Maybe you read him wrong- or maybe he wanted you all for himself.

You felt your phone ping again, opening the chat to a payment of multiple thousands.

This your spending money for food and whatever else you want. And I can buy you a house darling, don't you worry.

The high numbers full your screen and you blinked. Your head unable to comprehend if this was real or not. A whole house? Spending money? Was this guy fucking rich? He obviously had money to give away willingly so there was no doubt he was rich. But still though, did he not have a family to spend this money on- or anything better to do with it? Without properly thinking you typed back your response, sitting back on your chair as your eyes darted around your small apartment. Was he deadly serious about buying you a house?- Who were you kidding, of course he was serious.

Are you a sugar daddy or something?

Simons concrete façade broke as he snorted, reading your message. Imagining your sweet, pretty, intoxicating voice reading it out to him while he melts and loses himself in you. He should just send you his card and bank details- he should just send you all of his fucking money and spoil you absolutely rotten. He would give you anything you wanted- he would let you walk all over him and drain his fucking account. The thought of you all dolled up, new shoes, new clothes, new perfume. The thought of you comfortable, clean and fed- fuck he had never felt this horny and desperate before. He fisted his cock through his jeans as he sat up on his couch, stretching and adjusting a little before looking back down at the message. Fingers typing back a reply before plopping his phone down beside him.

Not a sugar daddy, I just like your smile, Sunshine.

But if you really wanted to call me daddy, I wouldn't be opposed to the idea.

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01: He's finally done it. It's time you get a taste of your own medicine, you bully. God he's going to have some fun with you.

02: You've been coming over for tutoring at Gojo's house everyday. Everyday he looses his mind trying to teach you the basics. For a whole week you two haven't gotten anywhere, but he knows how to change that. His going to start punishing you

03: You love bullying gojo. Where it's teasing him in class, flashing him a titty to get him distracted or pumping his dick after school.

04. You're finding it hard to believe it now when he said

With the way he's munching on your nipples like a starved warrior.

05. You two always use a condom it's a must . But you just can't take it anymore you needed to feel him and he need to feel you

06. What would everyone say if this tape got leaked. Your friends? Your jocky boyfriend? Your parents? The whole damn school. No one would expect that the cheer captain is fucking the nerdy boy

07. After studying all night he goes to bed to see his bimbo!girl sprayed out begging for his tounge. Who is he to refuse

08. You hated him. Why did they have to put you two as partners.

09. Oh just two academically rivals when one of them underperformed.

10. Excusing himself to your bathroom only to shake off the hard he got from you.

REZITIO ©️ favs r in blue! Thinking of kengan ashura twitter links. Went out of my theme, ik but came out so pretty

. ۫ ꣑ৎ . satoru gojo is needy and rlly likes to cum inside!!

satoru gojo is one needy, pussy drunk, fuck. he’s quite literally the ceo of not being able to shut the fuck up—especially during sex.

“babyyyyy” he whines into the glistening skin of your neck, prodding your swollen, fucked out pussy with his cock. 

this is the fourth time satoru’s pushing into you tonight, whining and muttering in your ear about how it’s just not enough. for you, one round with satoru is all it takes to have your eyes rolling to the back of your head, and your breathing to quicken into shallow, shaky gasps. but for him? four times? baby, this is just the start.

“s-satoru—” you gasp at the sweet stretch, feeling him fully slide in his lengthy cock. “fuck baby—s-so tight” he stutters against your skin, placing soft, wet kisses along the stretch of your neck. he’s got you trapped in his favorite position—missionary—legs pushed back, hips locked in place with nowhere to escape.

“ ‘toru please s’ too much, n-no more” you whimper pathetically—nails desperately digging into his back, as he starts moving his hips, pushing himself in n out. 

“hah baby— feel s’good—gonna fuck you s-stupid on my cock” there he goes again, drunkenly slurring his words in your ear, ignoring your stupid pleas while he mercilessly overstimulates you with his cock.

“mmm ‘toru” the moan escapes your parted lips, your shaky breath ghosting over the now red, scratched up skin of his back.

“shh—shhh baby, take it, c’mon, take it for me” he groans, pairing each word with a deep, pleading thrust. and of course you will. how could you be so heartless and deny him like that?

“g-gonna let me cum in you baby?” he whispers against the shell of your ear, his warm breath sending a warm tingle of pleasure down your spine. 

“d-didn’t you already—”

“please baby cmon—fuck you feel s-so fucking good, let me just one m-more time” he cuts you off, mumbling against your skin and fucking you at the most deliciously agonizing pace. 

too fucked out to reply, you close your eyes, giving him a light, approving nod. no matter how much you deny it, in reality, you’d do anything satoru asks.

“mm yeahhh— good girl” he replies, coating your tight wet walls in his cum, ‘just one more time’.

Satoru was lazily sitting on the couch in a manspread, head tilted to the side as he drifts in and out a sleep. Due to his crazy work schedule he barely even sleeps, you come out from the kitchen just getting done putting the chocolate chip cookies in the oven like Satoru requested.

You enter the living room finding his sleep deprived state on the couch. You walk up to him going in between his long legs, your hands find his larger ones untangling them from each other holding onto them. Satoru lifts his head up slowly, his blue half lidded with dark circles underneath them looking at you.

“cmon…let’s get you in bed..” you softy say, your thumbs gently caressing the tops of his hands. Satoru just nods lazily as a weary sigh escapes his soft lips, you take a small step back as he stands up from the couch.

Leading him up the stairs, your arm wrapped around his muscular bicep leading him up the stairs to your shared room. You open the large white door guiding him over to his side of the bed pulling back the covers and tucking him in.

“there we go,” you whisper with a small smile, your hands gently going to his face cupping his cheeks. “now you get some rest.” you firmly but softly say, Satoru nods lazily against the pillow. His eyes still fixated on yours not even bothering to argue with you since he knew fully well to just how much he needed sleep.

You lean over brushing some of his white hair out of his forehead before placing a soft kiss on his forehead. Leaning back up your hand gently cradling the side of his face looking down at his already asleep state.

You smile lovingly down at him before walking out of the bedroom and back to the kitchen to finish on the cookies, so when he wakes up he can honor his sweet tooth while watching cheesy rom coms with you on the couch.

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