lamefish

[lamefish]

yeahh…road head with gojo…

oh i have thoughts.

because road head with gojo goes one of two ways: you're fooling around in the back seat whilst ijichi or another 'not-paid-enough-for-this' driver pretends they can't hear him groaning as you take him to the base. making eye contact with the driver in the rear view mirror, goading them on to say anything as if they’re not wishing they were in his position just now.

or it’s the less-often times that he drives.

satoru often gets pent up before big events and meetings and the such, and having you by his side makes it none the easier for him to control himself.

“please, baby, i’m so hard it huuurts!” he whines, keeping his eyes on the road the best he can as he drives. “i can’t face the higher-ups like this! they’ll think i’m perverted.”

“you are perverted,” you reply shortly from the passenger seat. your tone doesn’t match the eager way you readjust your position and start working on fishing satoru’s cock from his bow-tight pants. “having me suck your dick while you’re driving. you’re filthy, toru.”

“guilty,” he drums his fingers against the steering wheel—it takes everything inside of him not to abandon his common sense and put his hands to better use by pushing your head down. “please.”

admittedly; he does close his eyes as you finally wrap your lips around his cock. and he does have to swerve to avoid the opposite lane of traffic but he rights himself in an instant and continues driving responsibly—just with the tip of his cock hitting the back of your throat.

he’s a mess. it’s a miracle he’s still able to drive relatively safely with the way you’re sucking him—like you’re trying to milk him for all he has. god he loves you.

you have to edge him a little until he reaches a set of traffic lights, coming to a complete stop when it turns red just to squeeze his eyes shut and throw his head back in an ecstatic orgasm that wracks through the entirety of his body. he cums deep in your throat at such a speed that you hardly get a chance to taste his release on your tongue.

you pull off him with a messy smile and he rectifies your efforts by meeting you in a sloppy kiss of shared spit and the remnants of his release glossing the both of your lips.

until the car behind you starts honking, because the lights been green for a minute now. oops

[lamefish]

satoru gojo likes it when you pull his hair.

so much so that when he's between your legs, lapping away at your cunt like it's his full time job, he gets jealous when you grip the sheets instead.

he'll pull away, his lips and chin glistening with your mess, and frown so dramatically that you can't not roll your eyes at him. he's flushed and licking his lips because he misses your taste already, but he's also giving you these awful puppy dog eyes: blue boring into you in a manner almost blinding.

"is the bed sucking on your clit right now?" he points a long finger, one that had just been curling inside of you, right at you.

you blink at him. "you're not either. stop talking, satoru."

"so you hate me."

"i don't—"

"you hate me and you want me to die. i get it."

"shut up," your hand dips down to grab at his hair and forcefully pull him back against your pussy. he moans at the tug and very happily resumes his meal.

high maintenance boyfriends....

[lamefish]

kento nanami is an anniversary man. nsfw

you think it's sweet, how he has the date of big events in his life on memory. when it's a loss, he'll take the day off to remember, with his head in your lap as he tells stories of whomever has passed. you listen intently, ask questions about them and watch as your husband recounts every good thing about a person.

he celebrates the good, too. almost excessively. the date you met is circled on the calendar, and kento will wake you up with breakfast in bed and a day of doting to show you just how important this anniversary is to him. you turned his world upside down in the best of ways, and what kind of man is he if not one to celebrate the light in his life?

of course, your wedding anniversary too. it's the one he goes all out for: more often than not you put a weekend aside to take a trip and spend some uninterrupted time together. you'll act as newlyweds again, because you still feel like newlyweds despite the passing years, and you'll be reminded over and over just how lucky you are to have found your soulmate in a man like kento nanami.

a man who is sentimental, and so very in love with you. and also celebrates the first time you had sex.

that first year, he had spent the day doting on you so profusely that you were convinced he was going to propose. he was pulling out all of the stops, taking you out fopr an expensive meal, dosing you with fine wines and so many kisses you could get drunk off the taste of him alone. he took you home, ran you a scented bath and took care of the house while you relaxed.

and of course the night ended in mind blowing sex—as your nights usually do. he had insisted on fucking you in missionary despite his recent penchant for taking you from behind and, once he has ripped two orgasms from you and was working on your third, he let it slip.

“we made love for the first time a year ago today,” he whispers against your lips, cock pulsing inside of you as he reaches deep inside of you. “just like this—looking into each others eyes, three orgasms from you, two from me. fell in love with you that night, do you know that honey?”

“you kept track of the day?” you cant finish your sentence without a moan breaking from your throat. “kento, you’re something else.”

“of course i did. it’s an important date, reaching such intimacies—feeling these beautiful velvet walls of yours for the first time… i’ll never forget it.”

you laugh, though it’s quickly swallowed by a kiss from your lover. he rocks his hips into you, feels every inch of his veiny cock disappear inside. he looks down to watch himself sink into you, though his gaze his brought back when you speak.

“three.”

kento blinks. “three what?”

“orgasms from you. you said you had two, but you came a third time right at the end—i milked you dry and you were so sex-drunk and exhausted but you insisted on making me food.” you reach down and grab his hand, the one that had been cupping at your chest, and hold it up for him to see the gentle scar that runs across his thumb. “you cut yourself slicing the bread because i fucked you mindless.”

it comes back to him in gentle flashes. you had, in fact, milked him of a third release. he had just been so out of his mind with nerves and pleasure that the memory had washed itself clean from his mind. he scolds himself mentally for ever daring to forget a detail about being intimate with you, but smiles.

“i remember,” he says. “you told me sex made you hungry so i wanted to incorporate it into your aftercare…”

“silly man,” you wrap your legs around his waist and lick your ankles behind him. with a gentle nudge, he’s forced that tiny bit deeper inside of you. “my silly man.”

kento moans—his eyes flutter shut and his lips catch between his teeth. he adores you—he really does. so much so that the sheer memory of his first time with you is quickly becoming too powerful of a memory to have.

and you, his beautiful other half, laid beneath him with lustful eyes and parted lips, smile up at him. “are we recreating our first time, ken? is that what this is?”

he nods, a little wordless as he tries to keep his mind straight.

“then i think you know what i’m going to do to you, my love.”

he smiles. “milk me for all i have. it’s all yours anyways.”

you lean up and kiss him. it’s slow, gentle, like your first kiss with him was. you taste him wholly on your lips and thank all the divine beings that may exist for putting such a man in your life’s trajectory. his cock twitches inside of you, he fills you out so perfectly.

still, you smile as you roll your hips up to meet his. “just let me handle the aftercare this time.”

[lamefish]

when toji was hired to assassinate you, he didn't expect it to end with him in your bed, underneath you and begging you for mercy.

you've been riding him since the sun set, and the early dawn chorus of birdsong outside is starting to break what was otherwise a room full of his groans and whimpers. he's fucked so stupid that he can't remember exactly why a hit was put out on you. maybe it was your lethal pussy, milking him dry like he owes you something. lol.

regardless, he knew he was fucked when he slipped into your apartment in the quiet evening, knife in hand and a plan in mind, just for you to notice him and, rather than scream, smile. what kind of deranged person thinks an assassination attempt on them is foreplay?

you, obviously. because you're riding him through his umpteenth orgasm of the night and toji fushiguro thinks he might be in love with you and the way you take him to the hilt like you've been prepping yourself for him for weeks. when you get tired, he flips the both of you over and renders you boneless in a mating press, an intimacy probably undeserved for a man that entered your home with full intentions of murdering you.

he doesn't need to know you put the hit out on yourself. where else were you meant to find a man with low moral standing and dick as good as this? he can just pay you back for a failed assassination by murdering your pussy some more.

[lamefish]

Youre so fucking cool

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[lamefish]

satoru tries to be nonchalant and mysterious when u fuck by staying silent and fucking you like the guys in porn do: no moans, no flavour, nothing. but he lasts about two strokes before literally gasping out the most pornographic moan and refusing to shut up from that point onwards.

hes so talkative, moaning and rambling on about how good and tight you feel wrapped around his cock that he starts to sound stupidly cumdrunk. the only time he's not talking is when he's got his tongue in ur mouth and even then he's still moaning like he's in heat.

toru is so loud too, like you get noise complaints regularly. he never shut up, and when he cums the whole city ends up knowing about it because he's on the verge of tears and begging for you to milk him dry and there's no such thing as too loud when it's you he's fucking. he encourages you to let him hear you, wants the neighbours to know just how good he lays it down for you... he's so annoying i love him

[lamefish]

when fratboy!satoru takes your virginity you kind of expect him to be an ass about it. he's cocky as it is, and has a habit of gassing himself up too much when it comes to his... skills in the bedroom. if you're not listening to him talk about how he's the strongest, you're listening to him talk about how he's the biggest.

being the only virgin of your friend group was starting to grate on you and... a small part of you might've wanted to find out if there's any bite to satoru's bark. it's not like the two of you were dating or anything, but you felt comfortable enough to walk up to him one day during lunch and ask, in front of his best friend:

"will you take my virginity?"

maybe you expected him to blush. or freeze up. or at least trip over his words. but instead, the stupid white-haired prick looked up at you with the most relaxed expression possible and shrugged.

"okay."

and that's how you ended up here, sitting criss-cross applesauce on his messy dorm-room bed with his tongue halfway down your throat. a few empty cans of beer and abandoned cheat sheets lay strewn over his floor, and you hate yourself for letting this be the backdrop of your entry into the sex-having life.

but you can’t hate yourself for long because as he runs a hand up your thigh and under your skirt, you start to feel more excited than you thought you’d feel. he pushes you back, slots his knee between your thighs and bites at your bottom lip before trailing down to your throat.

still, it’s satoru, so when he pushes your panties to the side and feels just how wet you are for him, he laughs. “you get this wet when you touch yourself or is all of this just for me?”

“shut up,” you groan as he nips at the skin of your throat and gently runs his finger through your folds and up to your clit. you’re surprised he knows where your clit is, even.

and he’s not wrong—you’ve never been wet like this before. you can feel just how damp the fabric of your panties are you as satoru pulls them down your thighs and hikes your skirt up to get a clearer look at your soaked cunt.

“pretty,” he licks his lips. “wannna taste her, that okay baby?”

his eyes search yours for consent and you’re stunned for a moment as he waits for ‘enthusiastic consent’. you didn’t expect this sort of check-in from a frat boy. your nod seems enthusiastic enough to him, but just for clarity—“use your words.”

“yes. please, gojo.”

“satoru,” he corrects you. “want to hear that name when you cum on my tongue. cant believe no ones tasted her before.”

the use of referring to your pussy as ‘her’ is odd but quickly overlooked when he delves into your pussy like he’s dehydrated. tongue flat against your heat just to flex and circle around your clit. he sucks and bites a little and pulls you to your first orgasm in nasty speeds.

you cum on his tongue whilst his eyes bore into yours from between your thighs. white hair pulled out of his face by your hand as you tug the strands in hopes that he’ll stop licking at your overstimulated clit. it takes until you’re shaking for him to finally pull back and free his angry cock from his pants.

you think you gasp when you see it. he said he was big but you didn’t think he was a truthful man in the slightest. his cock is so heavy it doesn’t even stand at full mast—it fights gravity. satoru sees the look on your face and instead of sporting a shit-eating grin like you expect, he climbs over you and presses a soft kiss to your forehead.

“let’s stop here?” he asks. “we could watch a movie. oooh what about die hard?”

you giggle, your nerves melting a little at his words. “i’m okay, i want this. i am not graduating as a virgin.”

satoru snorts and, after rolling a condom on, gently pries your legs apart enough for him to slot his wait in between them. he guides your ankles to link behind his back and slowly runs the tip of his cock through your slick folds. “tell me if you need me to stop,” he says. “just relax. i’ve got you, baby.”

you actually manage to relax a little, focus on the feeling of being stretched as satoru slowly pushes into you until his tip is completely hidden in your cunt. it’s uncomfortable, but not unbearable. “keep going.”

one of his long fingers dips down to rub soft circles over your clit to relax you a little more as he pushes deeper. you’ve never felt so full, so sore yet desperate for more… you wonder if it’s always going to feel like this, or if it’s just because satoru is the one breaking you open to find pleasure in your insides.

he lets out a pretty moan as he bottoms out inside of you, the weight of his heavy balls resting against your ass as he stills and catches your lips in a wet kiss. his tongue slips into your mouth, runs over your teeth and pushes against your tongue as he slowly draws out of you and then, with a grunt that you taste, snaps his hips forwards into you.

that hurts, but there’s an odd stitch of pleasure in the way he’s broken you open. “sorry,” he speaks against your lips. “it’s better that i just got it out of the way, it can start feeling real good soon. gonna make you cum on my cock, baby. you want that?”

you nod, eyes staring into his as your foreheads meet. satoru nods back, licking his lips and smiling. “yeah? you wanna be stuffed full, huh? always knew you were filthy. but i’m the only one that gets to see it.”

his arrogance pulls at your lips. “until i fuck the next guy.”

snap. his cock splits you open at that, and though you wince and screw your face us, you’re letting out moans made for porn too. his finger on your clit starts working a little faster as he draws back again just to drive into you even harder.

“no,” he dips his head down to bite at your neck. “not until you fuck the next guy. i mean you can try, baby, but it’s not happening.”

“ngh, what do you mean?”

another thrust into you sends you further up the bed. you’re sure you look a mess but satoru looks down at you with such wide blown eyes that you could be convinced you’re from the heavens. “not giving you up that easy,” he groans. “you know, i fucked someone last week just because they had your name. got to moan it without being slapped. again.”

your hand flies up to his chest, almost in an attempt to slow his now mean pace. “wait you—ngh god—you like me?”

“i’m far fucking past like,” he moans, hips starting to stutter. any discomfort has faded into glorious pleasure. your stomach starts to tighten again and you know you’re close enough that he’s going to try and time your orgasms. “you’re so perfect. so much better than i imagined.”

your eyes roll back a little at the thought of satoru fucking his fist late at night to the thought of you. how nonchalant he was when you asked him to take your virginity, you wonder if he went home last night and stroked himself to the sheer anticipation of being inside of you.

“satoru i’m gonna—”

he cuts you off with a deep kiss. it’s sex and want and lust, but it’s also soft in a way you can’t describe—maybe even a little anxious after his confession. it might just be his pending orgasm, but you swear his lips tremble between yours.

his cock throbs as he drills it into you, hits your most sensitive spot with every single thrust. it’s like he already has you mapped out, because you’re both cumming in tandem with each other before long.

a part of you aches to feel his cum spill into you instead of the condom he wears, to be claimed and filled by his seed over and over. would he fuck it back into you? clean you off with his talented tongue? would he plug you with his cock until he’s ready to overfill you with a second load?

he moans into your mouth and pulls back a little to revel in your fucked out expression. your legs still wrap around his waist, boxing him in and keeping him close. you worry that in typical frat boy fashion he’ll make an excuse and run off to recount the fuck with his friends. but satoru pecks at your lips, then your chin, then down your neck again.

“what are you doing?” you ask, vision slightly blurred from the intensity of your orgasm.

“gonna make you cum again,” he smiles against your skin. “didn’t you hear?”

“hear what?”

he pulls back to look at you, a soft smile pulling at his pretty lips. “that if you cum at least five times when you lose your virginity, you’ll fall in loooove.”

[lamefish]

toji + fucking u in a headlock

his arms are so big. corded muscles that you just wanna bite into as he fucks you from behind. cum from his last load leaking out of you each time he pulls back just to slam back into you.

he holds you tight against him, restraining you to take his thick cock as deep as you possibly can. biting your earlobe as his hips smack against your ass. you leave little half-moon indentations in his forearm where you dig your nails in deeper the closer you get to cumming.

he’s sweaty and musky and so close it’s like he’s enveloping you entirely. all you can see and hear and smell is him and it drives you crazy. you’re dizzy both with lust and the tight headlock he has you in. you can barely moan, each thrust up into you knocks the air from your lungs and leaves you spluttering for more.

‘stay still for me mama,’ he growls into your ear. ‘goood girl, takin’ this cock like a whore. gotta headlock you to keep you in line, huh?’

how mean he fucks into you, teaching around with his free hand to rub your clit in brutal little circles. he gets faster and faster and his headlock gets tighter and tighter until you’re practically blinded by your orgasm. you’re shaking and tightening around his cock so frantically that he just can’t help but spill into you all over again !

you’re gasping for air when he finally releases you and lets you fall forward onto the bed. but your reprieve doesn’t last long because only a few seconds later is he flipping you over and pinning you down with a hand to your throat as he slips back into your tight cunt and starts working on pumping a third load into you :((