warbling gojo’s name as he watches you cum around his six inch fingers. <3

“lookit you,” a smarmy voice coos. “such a sweet treat~”

He’s so rude ‘n annoying and hot ‘n fucking insufferable—

“T-toruuu…” you’re whining against his still clothed shoulder, face riddled with shame at the feeling of your shorts ruffling around his restless hands, “stop teasin’—“

A violent gasp rattles the inside of your throat, tensing your grip around the white haired prick’s forearm exponentially as his fingers probe deeper and deeper.

“what’s that?” he drawls with an audible smirk.

You could feel his everything— each crook in his digits, those well-manicured fingernails that dig into the gummy depths of your cunt, the thickness of his fingertips as they continuously probe your poor, tortured g-spot.

“stop what?” his tone is unbothered, as though he’s posted up at the kitchen table reading a news article and not finger fucking his sweet little girlfriend into utmost stupidity. “wan’ me to stop movin’?”

He fucking giggles when you wail into his neck, begging and pleading for him to keep going and don’t you dare stop—

“fu-uuck me…” if he tilted his neck just the slightest bit, he’d be gifted with the luxurious sight of your eyes, unfocused against him while your small, delicate brown hands massage blindly into his broad collarbones, “s’not fair, y-you” sniffle “y’still have clothes on!”

You’re draped over his hip, front pressed against his, legs spread wide enough to help you grind your throbbing clit into his palm— which is large enough to cup your fat mound.

“Such a brat,“ he accentuates his affectionate words with a spontaneous, jolt of his wrist— “M’ takin’ the time out my day to treat this slutty little cunt o’ yours and you’re worried about me?”

“It’s,” your small, breathy voice trails off the further you bury your face into his shirt, inhaling his unique “Gojo” scent. “…’s just embarrassing f’me— l-least take off y’r mask o-or a ring or tw-oOH!”

The rude ass spread his fingers right at the crux of your spot, stirring up your insides with every scissor-like motion he could muster.

He could tell the very moment your brain had forgot about the topic at hand entirely.

Those beautiful earthy eyes turned glassy and distracted, your acrylics were practically clawing into the veins in his arms while those luscious thighs grew tighter and tighter around his waist, your mouth was dripping with drool and intelligible moans—

God, your moans were so diverse; he loved them all.

The high pitched squeals, “‘toru! s-slow, g’slower—!” “hold ‘n!” “Please! d’nwanna cum so soon—“

The low, helpless whines you graced him with the longer his wrist pounded against the bottom of your tummy, “can’t…baby— b-baby I-I can’t—“ “w-why aren’t y—?”

The silent ones were his favorite.

You always got this dumb look on your face; sometimes those pretty eyes would go wide in your desperate attempt to process all the pleasure he’s shoving down your throat giving you— or other times, like now, those pretty eyes are scrunched up nice ‘n tight while your mouth laid wide open in shock.

He loved bringing you back to to him by simply shoving a finger down your throat, watching you gag and tear up at the admittedly mean treatment before you begun pummeling him with your weak fists.

Rubbing and pinching at your tongue until your offended eyes caught his again was also entertaining.

But nothing topped the downright whoreish look in your eyes when he’d simply dip his neck down, held yours up in his hand and tongue-fucked you until your lips were swollen and shuddering into his mouth.

However, he’s a real busy man and he’s already made himself late for the monthly work meeting by giving you this much—

You jumped in his serpent-like grip, hands slipping a bit as they dug into the smooth fabric of his suit—

“C’mon,” he goads, fast stroking hand just drenched in your precum, “speak t’me baby, say it.”

It took everything in you to unclench your jaw.

“I… I-I’m…“

“You what? Wanna stop?”

A miserable sob racks your chest. “N-nooo, no, don’t— ’m g’nna…”

“You’re leaking down my arm,” his grin triggers another flood down his forearm, like he’s proud that you’re making a mess of his pretty, crisp suit. “y’gonna cum? hm? are ya?”

His fingers suddenly speed up, probing harder ‘n faster at that gooey spot deep inside and making your pussy squelch—

“Are ya?”

You’re bobbing your head into his neck, neck aching at the growing stiffness in the ribbons of your muscles, hands now practically glued to his arm as he keeps going and going.

“M-mHM—!! I am! ‘m-m’g’nna cream—” you’re sobbing into his ear.

The abrupt growl that rumbled in his throat tickled your nose.

“Cream me, huh? You gonna make a mess of my hand?” His lingering hand came up and pulled out face out to meet his heavy gaze through his stupid mask, “well, let’s see it, baby. can already feel you squeezin’ on me, so c’mon— wanna watch it drip.”

His tone turns a tad impish as he continues to plead, now pressing the hard flat of his palm deeper into your swollen little nub— “you’ll do that for me, yeah? Let me see my baby spillin’ all down my fingers before I gotta head back to work, yeah?”

The pace was set and vicious as ever when your face flooded with heat. “I’m,” sniff “I— o-oh my god, ‘toru—“

“‘M here, right here, m’ always here now come on— c’mon, give it t’me, gimme what I want...”

Both of your breaths grow frantic as the knot in your tummy tightens and tightens until it starts to hurt—

‘t-to-oH—ruuu—!”

Your legs finally clamp around his waist, thick thighs an unmovable force against him while your hips jolt and mash into the white haired giant; meeting each knead of his grip with another belligerent gyration of your body.

“Theeere it is,” he grumbles with audible satisfaction, relishing the pressure you cinched around his fingers. “that’s a good girl…”

He could feel his collar growing damp but he couldn’t afford to care when you looked so damn cute— tear tracks growing on each of your cheeks while your body finally collapsed into his arms, lips puffy and swollen from the grip of your teeth…

You looked absolutely ruined.

your man (tsukishima kei) likes to shit on people. confirm or deny?

DENY, DICKHEAD.