hiromi higuruma smut, kind of somno? reader's half asleep :p
the faint glowing of red digits displayed on the clock, the only sound in your apartment was the low and steady hum of the refrigerator. one of your arms is tucked under your pillow, sound asleep, all snug and immersed in a dreamless void.
but hiromi higuruma? he was wide awake.
watching you, lying on his side, resting his weight on his elbow. watching the soft part of your lips, the way the curve of your shoulder was highlighted by the weak moonlight streaming through the window that cut over your bed. his gaze was not the typical calm, collected expression he showed in the courtroom. it was a lot darker; only during these moments with you did he allow himself to feel a simmering, possessive intensity.
your poor hiromi had been under pressure for hours; casefiles and logical arguments couldn’t release that tight coil of need he felt building. the last delectable provocation was seeing you so deep in slumber, so vulnerable. he always wore his renowned discipline and self-control with pride, like a cape. though, he could put that all aside when you were here with him like this.
“baby, wake up… please?”
which rips a low groan out of you as he’s stroking your shoulder so innocently.
“my love…” he’s moving closer, silently and deliberately.
“mm- ‘romi?” so sleepy…
“there she is…” murmuring softly.
“missed you s’much today…”
his body exuded heat against your back, erection already pressing against the soft cotton of his pyjama bottoms. he’s excruciatingly hard. your lover’s eyes follow the contour of your spine as he lets out a controlled, slow exhale through his nose.
“hngh— hiromi…”
he pushes his hips forward so that the swell of your ass was in line with his thick length, still bound by fabric. he’s letting out a quiet, satisfied hum. the contact feels electric even through the hefty layers of clothing—your flimsy sleep shorts and his own bottoms.
he started to move, rolling his hips slowly and sensually as he rubbed his throbbing cock against you. oh, was it a good feeling— his normally regular breathing becoming so heavy, feeling that hot gust of breath on the back of your neck alongside the soft give of your flesh and the warmth seeping between your bodies.
“ha— ‘m sorry sweetheart, can’t help it…”
“ngh- s’okay…”
“look so pretty like this, how am i supposed to ignore my perfect girl?”
his palm comes up to rest on your other shoulder, one of his arms sliding beneath your pillow to keep you in place. his fingers skimming across your hips before they dip underneath the waistband of your shorts.
he found your cunt dripping, so warm and soft. and he’s letting out a quiet, piercing gasp.
“fuck— you already this wet for me?”
hiromi higuruma was a man who dealt with evidence and facts. and honestly, the most incriminating, most enticing testimony he’d ever been met with was the sight of your body right now. you were still so tired, but awake enough to push yourself against his straining cock.
and in quiet, soft praises,
“that’s it- always so sweet f’me…”
your clit was already slightly swollen when his fingers parted your slick-covered folds, moving his fingers with a clinical precision that was utterly obscene, circling it once, then twice.
your husband had just managed to free his cock, pushing his pyjama bottoms down, his tip already beading with pre-cum as it slapped against his stomach, thick and flushed a beautiful hue of pink.
with his gaze fixed on yours, he slicked himself aggressively, spitting into his palm, and in the quietness of your bedroom, the sound was vulgar, so filthy…
“look at my baby… letting me use you like this,” whispering almost disbelievingly.
once more, he lines himself up with nothing in the way now, your sopping hole giving way with startlingly tight ease as the hot, blunt head of his cock pressed against it. he’s pushing it, sinking inch by slow, violating inch into your slick, velvety heat with a stifled, shuddering groan.
your walls were a tight, smooth, inviting sheath that only constricted around him, just an automatic reflex as you’re being filled so well by your husband.
his pelvis flush against yours as he drove himself to the hilt, staying there, savouring the way your sweet cunt squeezed around him, how deep he felt inside you. he’s basically shaking, jaw clenched as he lowers his forehead between your shoulder.
“fuck—” he utters in a barely audible whisper.
“you don’t know what you do t’me, do you? walking around looking so pretty all day, s’not fair.”
he’s starting to move properly inside you now, with slow, deep, and unrelenting thrusts. every time he even slightly pulls out, it felt like delightful suffering, but when he plunged right back into your cunt, it felt like victory.
the bed creaks in a rhythmic, gentle protest as he’s fucking you slowly, sensing the moment a slight moan gets caught in your throat, pussy desperately clenching around his thick cock. oh, you were so beautiful.
his thrusts lose their steady cadence, growing faster, harder, even more desperate, hand on your shoulder tightening.
“shit— that’s it princess. there you go.. ha… such a good girl, squeezing me like that.”
he hisses against your skin, voice thick with this hunger that verges on rage, other hand moving around your hip, long, slender fingers finding your clit once more, rubbing it in harsh, frenzied circles until you’re moaning endlessly.
“ngh! ’romi-”
“ngh– you feel me? oh shit- so beautiful.”
the combined assault of his deep, hammering penetration and the small, relentless rubbing on your sensitive lil’ bud pulled you rapidly towards climax, letting out a small, strained whimper. sleep-fuzzy orgasm ripping right through you, back arching against his chest as your inner walls convulse in slick, rhythmic pulses around his dick.
“that’s m’girl…”
he’d finally give in when he felt the sensation of your pussy milking him, unloading himself deep inside your womb, hot and abundant, a final harsh thrust slamming into you with vicious force. his whole body’s trembling with the intensity of you milking him dry, still hammering into you through the aftershocks.
the sound of ragged breathing was the only sound filling the bedroom for a long time before his cock softened inside you.
with a wet, filthy sound, he pulls out of you, a soft whine escaping his lips, leaving the sheets beneath him stained with the surge of his spending. one arm’s thrown over his eyes, chest still heaving before falling onto his back beside you.
hiromi’s dark eyes scanned your fucked-out expression as he turns his head on the pillow to really look at you. his lips curl into a leisurely, content smile filled with warmth.
i guess his possessiveness turned into a soft, mocking cage as he rolled over, pulling you flush against him, caressing your jaw with a gentle softness.
“mm, go back to sleep, baby."
a/n: 😳😳😳
to be honest this might be my last fic until next weekend, but i've had a lot of motivation the past two days, so i hope this ties you guys over ><
i might write something before next weekend, depends how i'm feeling hehe
gojo's private residence is different from anywhere else you've seen him. here, without the audience, without the need to perform, he's softer. real.
"come here, baby," he says, pulling you onto his lap on the couch. his kiss is slow, sensual, taking his time to explore your mouth.
his hands slide under your shirt, warm against your skin. "want to take my time with you tonight," he murmurs against your lips. "want to worship every inch of you."
he undresses you slowly, reverently, pressing kisses to each new bit of exposed skin. when you're naked, he lays you back on the couch, settling between your legs.
"so beautiful, love," he says, running his hands up your thighs. "let me make you feel good."
his mouth finds your pussy, and he licks through your folds with languid strokes. there's no rush, just pure pleasure as he explores you with his tongue. he circles your clit, sucks it gently, then pushes his tongue inside you.
"satoru," you moan, threading your fingers through his white hair.
he hums against you, the vibration making you shiver. he adds two fingers, curling them inside your pussy while his mouth works your clit. the combination is devastating, and your orgasm builds slowly, intensely.
when you come, it's like waves washing over you, and he works you through every pulse of pleasure.
he kisses his way up your body, and you taste yourself on his lips. "your turn," you whisper, pushing him back.
you take your time exploring his body—his defined abs, his strong thighs, before finally wrapping your hand around his cock. he's hard and thick, and when you take him in your mouth, he groans.
"fuck, baby, your mouth feels so good."
you work him with your tongue, taking him as deep as you can. his hand rests gently in your hair, not controlling, just connecting. when you pull off, he's breathing hard.
"need to be inside you," he says, pulling you up to straddle him.
you sink down onto his cock slowly, both of you moaning as he fills your pussy inch by inch. when he's fully seated, you pause, savoring the fullness.
"you feel perfect," he breathes, hands on your hips. "absolutely perfect, love."
you start to move, rolling your hips, and his head falls back against the couch. the angle lets him hit deep inside you, and you set a slow, sensual pace.
"that's it, baby. take what you need. use my cock."
his hands roam your body—cupping your breasts, sliding down to where you're joined, rubbing your clit. the intimacy of it, the way he looks at you like you're everything, makes this different from any other time.
"satoru, i'm close," you gasp, moving faster.
"me too, love. come with me."
he thrusts up to meet your movements, and the added friction sends you over the edge. your pussy clenches around his cock as you come, and he follows immediately, filling you with his cum as he pulls you down for a deep kiss.
you collapse against his chest, both of you breathing hard. his arms wrap around you, holding you close.
"love you so much, baby," he whispers into your hair.
"love you too," you reply, pressing a kiss over his heart.
in this private moment, he's not the strongest sorcerer. he's just yours.
he wouldn’t immediately give you what you wanted and fuck you raw—no—he made you wait for it until you were practically a puddle of need in his arms.
he’d place perfectly positioned kisses onto your inner thighs, littering them with small pecks and smooches but never actually reaching where you really needed him.
when you finally had enough and harshly shoved his face in between your thighs, the feeling of his rough stubble alone after being edged for so long almost sent you over the edge.
he tuts disapprovingly at you, “you naughty girl, has nobody ever taught you patience?” he quips with a teasing smirk, and you know just by his expression alone that you’ll need to wait a long while now until you can finally get what you want.
he began gently caress your undertits with the pads of his fingers, teasing the sensitive flesh until full blown goosebumps find their way all over your skin, much to his delight. he absolutely adored you’re cute little reactions to his edging, the way your body betrayed you when your lips attempted to stay shut.
“look at this, huh?” he chortles, “you’re so wet, from what? i haven’t even done anything yet..”
“fuck you.”
“oh we both know you would absolutely love to right now.”
and as much as you’d like to deny it, you would, in fact, kill to feel him inside you right now.
“you want my cock inside you so bad, hm baby? beg for it then, maybe i’ll consider it”
you start to notice that—for as much he seems to be teasing you—he’s beginning to get pretty desperate himself. you can see the huge bulge in his pants that looks downright painful, and you’d take perverse pleasure in that fact if you weren’t so sexually frustrated yourself at the moment.
a twisted idea worms its way into your head and you suddenly bring your palm up to where his bulge is visibly throbbing. slowly palming his cock through his pants.
he wants to be a tease so bad? fine. two can play at that game.
“f-fuck, baby” he groans, “ngh—what the hell do you think you’re—ah-!” he cuts himself off with a sharp wince as you suddenly begin to press on him harder, feeling the way his dick twitches even through the layers of fabric.
“aw, you’re trying soo hard to downplay how much you equally want me, huh toru?” you coo mockingly, “look at this, huh? you’re so hard from what? hm? i haven’t even done anything yet” you goad, mocking his earlier words
“i—i fuck.. hate you,” he groans out “can’t we just finally s-start, please?”
“aw, it’s too late for that now, baby. i’m going to have so much fun with you.”
ok like a nasty rough toji fic , preferably with an age gap pleaseee
ABSOLUTELYYY ILL GET TO WORK AFTER FINALS AND TAG U!! i’ve got an idea but it might be really long so in the meantime while i’m writing it i highly recommend reading @binkblg works! they have soooo many older bf toji works and they’re all so yummy they’re gonna have u like this pic
HAIII I loved your stalker jjk men post and i wanted to write a longer version for choso’s part,,, can i use it as inspiration and post it?? Ill credit u ofc!!
ABSOLUTELY LOVE!!! i’d love to read it whenever you post it!!
<𝟑 .ᐟ husband-to-be!sukunas first look at your wedding dress!
₊˚⊹ᰔ sfw, fem!reader, still on my #letsukunacry agenda
neither of you believe in that ‘it’s bad luck for the groom to see the wedding dress before the ceremony’ crap. mostly because it’s outdated, but also because sukuna was so eager to see you first on your big day, be the first to see you dressed so beautifully, to wed him of all people. he was such a lucky man, he reminded himself that everyday, that’s why he gave you the ring.
you’re sitting alone in the bridal suite, hairstylist and makeup artist leaving the room after dolling you all up prettily to give you and sukuna privacy. you can’t help but feel nervous. this is your big day, finally marrying the love of your life, but you feel jittery. your leg bounces up and down, your hands shake from the anticipation, and you can hear your heart pounding in your chest.
the pounding only gets louder when the sharp sound of knocks echoes through the suite, alerting you that sukuna was standing right outside. the nerves finally hit you, a drowning a feeling that suffocates you so intensely you forget to stand up and let him in, until you hear another set of louder knocks this time, disrupting you from the anxiety.
you stumble as you stand up, all clumsy and nervous. you’re trembling, a shaky hand laying unsteadily on the doorknob. this was it, you were going to see him, he was going to see you.
your unsteady hand is almost unable to twist the doorknob, but it finally does after the fourth time. behind the swinging door is your husband to be, your love, your life, your sukuna.
sukuna stands motionless, speechless, it worries you how still he stands, just staring at you. all of you. to your specially styled hair, to your professionally done makeup, to the dress. god, you are so beautiful. the dazzling dress compliments you so wonderfully, he cannot believe you’re his.
“kuna…?” your soft voice comes out as barely a whisper, shaky as you try to gauge his emotions. his face is completely stoic. did he find you ugly? did he regret proposing? you’re about to cry from the nerves alone until you see him blinking away a tear.
“you’re…”
“what’s wrong?” you gasp, taking a step forward to thumb away the rolling down. the close proximity, your body molded against his so perfectly, your tender touch, it all reminds him why he chose you, why you are the one he wants to wed. the overwhelming emotions he’s feeling has him uncontrollably crying, fat tears streaming down his sculpted face, vision blurry as he tries to hold you.
he’s ashamed he’s crying, bending his body down to slot his face in the crook of your neck to hide his tears. you’re confused at first, this is the first time you’ve ever seen sukuna cry. you assumed he wasn’t capable of crying, that he pushed emotional acts past him, he usually got defensive if he was feeling emotional. but you were so wrong in your judgement, because here he was, sobbing into your neck as he hold you close, squeezed you against him so tightly you couldn’t breathe.
“i can’t believe,” he’s gasping out through sobs, clutching you close while being mindful to not ruin the expensive fabric of your dress, “you chose me.”
“i’d always choose you,” you answer without hesitance, hand sliding down to find his and intertwining your fingers to squeeze. “i’ll choose you in every life. that’s why i’m marrying you.”
your heartfelt confession only has him breaking down harder, experiencing full body trembles, body wracked with such love. he loves you, and it is such an overwhelming feeling.
“i love you,” he cries, “i love you, i love you so much, my beautiful wife, you’re so gorgeous,” it’s like he’s reciting a mantra, “i’ll always love you. i can’t wait to marry you.”
you laughing through your own tears, trying your best to wipe away the stray tears without smudging your perfectly done makeup. it’s okay, your makeup artist already prepared to redo it knowing you’d be seeing sukuna before the ceremony.
he’s pulling away from, reluctantly so, and you’re both wiping away each others tears. he’s so tender, such a contrast from his rough persona.
cw: Masochist!Toji, biting, scratching, brief mentions of drawing blood, reader who (mindlessly) markes up her boyfriend for making her feel so good :(
Masterlist.ᐟ
OlderBF!Toji who's secretly obsessed with the feeling of your nails digging into his skin as he fucks you senseless.
He loves seeing his back in the mirror, long red streaks lining the expanse of his muscular frame—painful little stripes decorating the skin as a reminder of you. He doesn’t care for slapping or spanking—the action bringing up too many dark memories. but the slow, deep, pining pains you gift him are so addictive, he can't help but fuck you even harder just to push you over the edge—hoping that the sweet bite of your maw pierces his skin.
The dig of your teeth in his neck, the tug of your fingers running through his hair, even the taste of blood filling his mouth when you bite his lip a little too hard. It thrills him, bathing in those lasting little stings you give him.
Hickeys, bite marks, bruises.
It doesn’t help that you pair it with the sweetest praise, soft words and promises trickling from your lips—his name rasped under desperate pleas.
“F–fuck, feels s’good toj-”
“Yesyesyes, r-right–hah right there,”
“T-toji-ngh m’gonna cum,”
Legs tightly wrapped around him, your heels dig into his lower back—pressing him further into you. He responds with a deep, harsh grind of his hips—anticipating a heavenly bite, scratch or tug—another mark painting his skin.
“Fuckfuckfuckyes–”
With a crashing orgasm rippling through your core, you clenched hard—hips bucking up to meet his as you held on for dear life. Your face was buried in the crook of his neck, warm breath bouncing off his slicked body and back onto you.
Pearly canines catching the skin of his throat, you latched onto the right side—tongue lathering the surface before holding him between teeth, biting down in an attempt to muffle your pitchy whines, the fluttering pleasure overwhelming your senses.
The pain was euphoric—he was infatuated with how it felt to be wanted, to be craved so desperately that all you could do was hold him like he’d float away otherwise.
His chest rumbled a deep groan, the sting shooting heat down to his pulsing cock, hips snapping harder and harder the deeper your teeth sank. Your nails ghosted against his biceps before you took them into your iron grip, tugging the skin and digging into the surface.
“haah—Fuck baby, keep grabbin’ me like that” he groaned, stuttering hips fucking the hot spill of his thick load into every ridge of your squeezing cunt. As his vision flashed white with ecstasy, nothing mattered in that moment—the only thing on his mind being you and the divine lacerations burning into his flesh.
And much like other nights, he found himself admiring the evidence in the mirror, your teeth marks imprinted to the side of his neck, arms red and full of puffy little lines from your vicious clawing.
His heavy strut brought him back to your bedroom, sweatpants low on his waist.
Then you saw it, the evidence of how mindless and overwhelmed he could get you from his cock alone, your brain getting knocked out your ears with every vicious grind and thrust. It resulted in oblivious indulgence, littering his body with marks, bruises and proof of how good he’d make you feel—how viscerally your sadistic praise could manifest.
You traced the marks with your thumb as he sat, mattress dipping under his weight.
“Sorry Toj- I’ll be less rough next time,” you apologized, only to be met with his piercing gaze, a dissatisfied expression painting his features.
“Don’t,” he kissed your forehead, “feels good.”
A/N: re-upload cause I’m a stinky dumdum. I believe in masochistic top x sadistic bottom supremacy !!! ofc if there are any spelling errors then I UNLEASH A MAGIC SPELL UPON YOUR MIND, WIPING ANY MEMORY OF IT, TWAS NOT REAL. DIDNT HAPPEN. anyways love u guys also go listen to Porn for percussion (remastered) and imagine a fic where u smash Dad'sBestFriend!Toji...SHAMALAMADINGDONG !!!!!!!
Crazy gf!reader changing bio to ‘single’ after Boyfriend!Sukuna doesn’t reply to a text immediately
The door slams open.
“What the fuck is your problem? I didn’t respond for one fucking hour, and suddenly we’re done?” he asks, irritated beyond hell. He drops his heavy duffel bag on the floor and comes to sit behind you on the sofa. You’re lying on your stomach on the carpet, painting your nails. You don’t reply. He rolls his eyes and nudges your thigh with his foot. “Don’t ignore me, you stupid, pain in my ass. Put ‘Sukuna’s girl’ back in your bio. Now.”
Blankly, you turn to look at him. A challenging brow is cocked up. “Or what?”
Sukuna’s eye twitches.
“Look, idiot, I would have texted back if I had my phone on me. You know I didn’t. I’ve got nothing to apologise for, so if that’s what you’re waiting for, you’ve got another thing coming. Now delete it, or I might start thinking we really are broken up, in which case I won’t be held accountable for the things I do.”
An eerie silence takes over. You put the nail polish down and sit up. Quietly, you mumble, “...so you hate me.”
With a blank stare, he watches you wrap your hands around your neck and squeeze hard. Gurgling sounds escape into the air as you writhe on the floor, moving like a drying-out fish. Sukuna pinches the bridge of his nose. “Quit it. I’m serious. You look constipated.”
“Shut…up,” you wheeze out. “I’m -hah- dy…ing.”
Impatiently, he pulls your hands away by the wrists, like you’re a misbehaving toddler who’s just picked up dog shit. “Enough.”
Realising the act isn’t working, you pause for a second, and he knows from that look in your eyes that you’re calculating your next step. Maybe you’ll try to make a run for the window again, or you’ll tackle him with your claws out, or maybe you’ll smash the TV up and pin it on him. It’s impossible to predict your next moves, even after how many years he’s been with you.
Naturally, you do none of the things he anticipated, and you simply resume strangling yourself.
Sukuna groans. “Fuck my fucking life. Was I a dictator in my past life or something? Christ.” Whilst you shamelessly discard any dignity you have, Sukuna picks up your phone and gets into your socials with ease. He changes your bio back, and replies with his own dick pics to the assholes who sent their micros, and calls it a day. “I’m hungry,” he suddenly says. “Wanna go to a drive-thru?”
As though nothing happened at all, you stop choking yourself out and shrug. “Yeah, actually. ‘was waiting for you to suggest it so I don’t look like a big back.”
A corner of his lips curve up. “I think that moment’s passed, sweetheart.”
“Ugh, I’d rather you call me a whore,” you reply, nose scrunched up.
Sukuna snorts. “Yeah, bet you’d do.”
is this even coherent? I think I'm out of practice
warnings: smut, mdni, loss of virginity(m), p in v, safe sex, brief handjob, nipple play (slight)
summary: Gojo Satoru surprisingly has never been with a woman before, maybe a few girlfriends here and there but he was still a virgin. He was dragged to a party which he didn’t mind too much, it was nice to relax after a bunch of studying and testing. However he didn’t expect you— a super pretty lady, to drag him upstairs.
a/n: i don’t like this but posting anyways 💔💔, not proofread. p.s if u know the artists lmk pls
virgin!nerdjo who's never been with a woman, he's had a few girlfriends over the years but he's never gotten to that point with a woman before.
so when you came up to him at a party, he thought you were joking when you asked if you wanted to go upstairs. "what? me?" He stammered slightly when your hand wrapped around his wrist.
"yes? I'm not talking to anyone else am I?" you retorted with a giggle, leading him up to one of the bedrooms of some dudes house— don't even really know who's party this is to be honest.
was he dreaming? a cute girl was dragging him to a bed. oh god, fuck. He internally started to panic, he could feel his hands starting to sweat. Should he tell you he's never been with a woman before? would that ruin his chance..? Oh god this was getting so real so fast.
The door locking snapped him out of his thoughts, watching you set the red party cup down on the nightstand. Stumbling back until he sat on the bed, resting his weight on his hands as he leaned back. Chest rising and falling as they trailed your body.
His pants pitching a tent with hardly any effort, he couldn't help it. a pretty girl coming onto him? this was a first for him. Satoru exhaled shakily, eyeing your body as you pulled your shirt over and tossed it onto the ground.
"your so quiet." You murmur as you straddle his lap, hand reaching down to palm his bulge.
"I'm a virgin." He blurted out with a flustered face, hips bucking up into your hand with a low moan.
Blinking in surprise, you look up at him, reaching up with your free hand to adjust his nerdy glasses. "that's fine with me.. do you want this?" you hum.
the way he nodded so eagerly was almost pathetic. it was pathetic to be fair, but could you blame him? not reallyyy. "yeah, want you." he bit his lip, watching you undo his fly.
"..no boxers?" you snicker quietly, pulling his cock out and giving it a few lazy pumps, spitting on it to help with the friction.
"laundry day." he coughed to cover the whines escaping his throat, "your hands are so soft holy fuck. please—" hand wrapping tightly around your wrist, not stopping, just holding, needing to touch you.
Squeezing the base of his cock before letting go, standing up to shove your pants down. "you gonna undress or keep gawking?" unclasping your bra, letting your tits fall out.
Gojo's eyes followed your body, watching you undress before he stood up and fiddled with the button of his jeans, pushing them down in a hurry. Quickly following up with his shirt, tossing it into the pile.
"I..I don't have a condom. I don't carry them with me." He stammered nervously. You shrug your shoulders, "that's finee, shhhh." putting your finger to your lips with a giggle, you open the drawer next to the bed, shifting through the junk before finding a condom and tossing it to him. lucky guess, convenient.
He tore the package open, moaning softly as he rolled it onto his cock. This was happening, really happening. He was finally gonna be with a real woman, no more sex toys, no jerking off and watching porn. . well he'd still probably do those things but not tonight!
When you walked right back to him, stood in front of him in your beautiful glory. His hands came up, shakily as they rested on your hips, sliding down your thighs before slipping his fingers into the waistband of your panties and tugging them down hungrily. eyes feasting on your wet pussy.
"holy fuck." tugging you back onto his lap, fingers reaching down hesitantly. "can I?" he whispered, when you nodded he let his fingers slide through your slit, collecting the wetness on his fingers.
You giggle softly, arms wrapping around his neck as you lean in to let your lips meet. "mm.. your so cute.. been wanting to talk to you for so longgg, your always busy buried in your books."
"well..I-" Gojo trailed off. "okay yeah I tend to do that." his lips trailed down your lips to your neck, sucking on the soft skin. He wasn't completely clueless, he's dreamt of this day a lot.
"toru cmonnn.." you moan softly, your dripping cunt resting so close to his cock. Using him as a support, you raise your hips and guide yourself to his cock, feeling the head nudge against your entrance.
You could feel Satoru's hands freeze on your hips and his breath hitch, "you ready?"
Satoru nodded quietly, eyes wide like a puppy's. His face scrunched up and caught his bottom lip with his teeth as you sunk down on his cock. "holy shit." throwing his head back with a groan. "mmf.. fuck, that's good. tight."
"it's good, right?" Your hand cupped his cheek, moaning into his ear as you sink all the way down. "big. bigger then I expected."
"that a good thing?" Satoru's fingers dug into your hips, his hips shaky as he fought the urge to thrust up into you. When you nodded he couldn't help but grind into you, feeling you clench around him. His jaw slack in surprise, he didn't know something could feel so good.
The tip of his cock nudged against the gummy spot inside you that made you shiver in pleasure, slowly raising yourself before dropping back down on his cock. Doing this a few more times before settling into a good rhythm.
The sound of your moans filled the small bedroom, along with the soft plaps of your skin meeting his. Satoru felt like he was gonna cum already, embarrassing. He clenched his jaw, thrusting to meet your bounces. God this felt like a fucking dream.
His hands stayed awkwardly at his sides, digging into the bedsheets. "fuck." he whispered before reaching for you again, this time grabbing your tits, thumb toying with your nipples, albeit cluelessly but he was trying his best. Just recreating what he's seen in porn.. or trying too.
With the way you were moaning, surely he was doing something right. smiling proudly as he leaned forward, eyeing your nipple before taking it into his mouth.
You let out a gasp in surprise, his tongue working quickly on your tit. Your hand found the back of his head, fingers tangling into the white strands as you pull him closer.
"Oh fuck, I'm so sorry. I'm gonna cum." Satoru hissed, his eyes rolling back slightly when he felt you clench around him again. nodding your head eagerly, you rock your hips faster as you chased your own release.
"that's okay.. haaah.. fuck!" The sting in your thighs burned a bit, leaning down to muffle your moans into the crook of his neck. Seeing your struggle to keep up, he let go of your tits and grabbed the back of your thighs, pushing you down onto the mattress and letting himself really fuck you.
God this angle made his eyes roll back into his head, strong hand clenching the sheet by your head. You weren't expecting to be manhandled so easily by him, making you flutter around him with a loud moan. "Satoru!" you call out.
"feels so fucking good." He whined, hips stuttering, panting from the effort of holding himself back. A few more lazy thrusts and he spilled inside the condom, twitching as he grinds against you, buried to the hilt.
Watching your hand go down to your clit, he watched with interest, ignoring the slight pain of overstimulation; he pushed through it and kept thrusting, fucking you through your own orgasm.
The way your body seized, chest rising and falling, the most beautiful noises leaving your throat as he watched you cum. His hands were shaky as he pulled out pulling the condom off and tossing it in the trash with a low groan before laying right back on top of you.
"..that was amazing." he murmured into your skin.
Still slightly dazed from your orgasm, you nod quietly, arms wrapping around him with a happy sigh. "you did amazing, toru.."
Hearing that made him smile, you swear if he had a tail it'd be wagging like crazy right now. The thought made you giggle quietly.
‧₊˚ ꒰ in todays episode. You slowly start to realize Choso’s cryptic hints about a forgotten night that clearly meant more to him than you realize
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✧˖° cw: college au :: mentions of smoking :: hangover descriptions :: slight angst? ::
a/n: biweekly episode is finally out❤️🩹 happy reading guys!
Your face heats instantly, warmth creeping up your neck as you look away, fingers moving aimlessly over your desk just to give yourself something to do.
“Didn’t notice?” he adds, tone light, but there’s something quieter beneath it. Something that lingers.
You shake your head. “No.”
A quiet huff of amusement leaves him as he pulls out the empty chair beside you, the legs scraping softly against the floor. He turns it slightly before sitting down, the angle shifting him closer.
Too close.
Your shoulders tense, barely noticeable, but enough that you feel it settle into your spine.
The professor keeps talking, his voice blending into a dull, steady hum at the front of the room. Words float past you without meaning, slipping away the second you try to focus on them. The scratch of pencils, the quiet shuffle of papers—it all fades under the heavy rhythm of your heartbeat.
You lower your gaze to your notebook, pretending to write. The pen moves, but the words don’t make sense, the letters slanting into each other, uneven and messy.
You don’t look at him.
But you feel him.
The shift of his weight. The soft creak of the chair as he leans forward. The faint warmth of him settles at your side, not quite touching but close enough that it makes your skin hyper-aware of the space between you.
Then the light brush of his sleeve grazing near your arm.
Your breath catches for a second.
“Are you even paying attention?” he murmurs, his voice low enough that it barely carries past you. His elbow nudges yours, casually, like it’s nothing.
You shake your head, sighing. “No, not really,” you admit, rubbing your temples as the persistent headache only worsens with your racing heartbeat.
“Let’s get out of here.”
You blink, finally turning toward him. “What? Are you insane? He’s in the middle of explaining the project—”
“Shut up.” His voice isn’t harsh, just certain. “Let’s go.”
There’s a pause.
A second where you know you should say no.
You start gathering your things, despite yourself, movements quieter than they should be, like you’re trying not to draw attention.
He stands first.
And then his hand is on your wrist.
Warm. Gentle but firm, just enough pressure to guide you, to make sure you follow.
And you do.
The professor doesn’t even glance your way. His voice continues uninterrupted, like you were never there to begin with.
Choso pushes the door open, holding it for you. As you step past him, you feel his gaze again, lingering. “Come on, don’t look so scared,” he says, dropping his voice to a teasing tone. “I promise I don’t bite… unless you want me to.” He grins, flashing his teeth.
You roll your eyes, but the reaction feels weaker than usual as you step into the hallway, pulling your wrist free. “I think I’ll pass.”
Still, your fingers drift back to your wrist, rubbing lightly over the spot where he held you. The warmth lingering longer than it should.
“Where are we going, anyway?” you ask, your voice quieter now as you fall into step beside him.
The moment you step outside, the air hits differently. It’s cooler, sharper against your skin.
Choso barely pauses.
He’s already pulling out a pack of cigarettes, tapping one loose with practiced ease before bringing it to his lips. His lighter flicks open with a soft click, the flame catching briefly before he shields it with his hand.
Only now do you notice the pattern etched into the metal, worn in places like he’s used it a thousand times.
He glances at you, something unreadable flickering in his eyes.
“Make a wish,” he says quietly, holding the flame steady.
“Again?” you murmur, your voice softer this time.
“Yes.” His gaze doesn’t leave your face. “I like it better when you do it.”
You let out a quiet scoff, but it lacks any real bite. Your eyes close slowly, lashes brushing your cheeks as you lean in just enough to blow the flame out.
For a second, everything goes still.
You wish for the same thing—more certain this time.
A memory.
An answer.
Anything from last night.
When you open your eyes, he’s already watching you.
The flame is gone, but the warmth lingers between you.
He brings the cigarette to his lips, taking a slow drag, his eyes still on yours as smoke curls around his face. It drifts between you, thin and hazy, like it’s filling the space neither of you are stepping away from.
You swallow, shifting slightly. “How come you made me blow out the flame instead of a cigarette this time?” you ask, quieter now.
His head tilts just a little, studying you.
Then he leans in. Not enough to touch but enough to feel the heat of him, the faint scent of smoke and something deeper, something that clings to him.
“Because,” he murmurs, voice low, almost brushing against your lips, “last time… you didn’t know what you were wishing for.”
A pause.
His gaze flicks down briefly before returning to your eyes.
“This time,” he adds softly, “you do.”
You don’t respond right away.
His words settle somewhere deep, heavier than they should be for something so simple. The space between you feels thinner now.
You swallow. “And what if I don’t get it?” you ask, barely above a whisper. “My wish, I mean.”
His lips twitch just slightly. “Then you’ll just have to ask me,” he says. There’s something in the way he says it, how certain he is.
Your breath catches, and you hate that he notices.
He always notices.
The cigarette glows faintly between his fingers as he takes another slow drag, his gaze never leaving your face. Then, almost lazily, he leans back again, breaking the moment just enough to let you breathe.
“You’re staring,” he mutters.
“I’m not,” you shoot back too quickly.
A quiet chuckle escapes him, low and amused. “You are.”
You look away immediately, heat rushing to your face again. “Shut up.”
He hums, like he’s considering something, then flicks ash to the ground with a careless motion. “Careful,” he says after a second. “You keep reacting like that, people are gonna think you like me.”
Your head snaps back toward him. “You’re so full of yourself.”
“And you’re bad at hiding things,” he replies easily.
You cross your arms, trying to steady yourself, trying to ignore the way your pulse still hasn’t slowed down. “Can we just… go somewhere that isn’t outside a classroom building?”
His brows lift slightly. “What, nervous someone’s gonna see you?”
“Yes,” you say flatly.
That earns a real reaction—a small, surprised huff of laughter. “Relax,” he mutters, dropping his cigarette to the floor and putting it out with the heel of his shoe. “C’mon.”
He steps past you, brushing your shoulder lightly.
You hesitate for half a second before following. Your footsteps echo softly against the concrete, but his are quieter, steadier, like he’s completely at ease.
You glance at him.
He doesn’t look back, but you can tell he knows.
“So,” he says after a moment, slipping his hands into his pockets. “You really don’t remember anything?”
You shake your head, slower this time. “Just pieces.”
“Then I guess,” he says, voice lower now, “I’m gonna have to fill in the gaps.”
Your steps falter just slightly. “And are you going to?” you ask.
His lips curve slow and subtle.
“Depends.”
“On what?”
He looks at you again.
This time, fully.
“On whether you actually wanna remember.”
“And what if I don’t?” you ask quietly.
“You will,” he says.
But it’s softer now, less certain.
You study him, brows pulling together slightly. “You sound like you know something I don’t.”
A faint smile tugs at his lips but it doesn’t quite reach his eyes this time.
“Maybe I do.”
There’s a pause.
You expect him to elaborate, but he doesn’t.
Instead, he looks away, gaze drifting somewhere past you, like he’s replaying something in his head. His jaw tightens just slightly.
You notice the shift. It’s small, but it’s there.
“Was it that bad?” you ask, half-joking, trying to fill the silence.
His eyes flick back to you instantly. “No,” he says. Too quick. Too firm.
It catches you off guard.
Then his expression shifts again like he realizes he reacted too fast. He exhales, slower this time, rubbing his thumb against his jeans. “It wasn’t bad,” he repeats, quieter. “You just… don’t remember.”
The way he says it almost makes it sound like that’s the problem.
Not what happened. But that you forgot.
Your chest tightens slightly. “If it matters that much, you could just tell me.”
Another pause.
This one longer.
He looks at you like he’s weighing something. Then he shakes his head. “Nah.”
Your brows knit together. “Why not?”
His lips curve faintly, but there’s something off about it now. “Because,” he says, kicking a rock on the ground, “it wouldn’t mean the same if I just told you.”
That lands harder than you expect.
You shift your weight slightly, suddenly more aware of the space between you again. “So you’re just gonna keep me in the dark?” you murmur.
He shrugs, but it’s looser now. Less confident. “Guess so.”
But his eyes don’t leave yours.
And for a second, just a second, there’s something there. Not teasing. Not smug. Just a quiet disappointment that’s gone almost as quickly as it appears.
“You’ll figure it out eventually.”
“And if I don’t?” you press.
“Then I guess it wasn’t meant to stick.”
a/n: why do yall think choso is upset abt reader not remembering?
sucking off streamer!choso while he’s on stream >.<
Choso had been ignoring you all day.
He promised his friend, streamer!Satoru said that he’d complete the 24-hour gaming challenge he proposed to him a few weeks ago, meaning he has been ignoring you for the past 24 hours.
And it was quite literally driving insane.
You quietly walk into Choso's gaming room, making sure to avoid the eyesight of camera that was on at his desk.
Choso is playing with his lip piercings as he plays his game with his other hand. He’s playing some random shooter game while murmuring curses under his breath. Something about how these other players don’t have good strategy.
You slowly get onto your knees and nudge Choso's knees apart. Choso instantly notices, of course. His leg twitched the moment you got on your knees.
You slowly pull his sweatpants down, revealing his hardening cock, which smacks against his stomach.
You take his now hard cock into your hand, and you spit once onto it, making your spit act as lubricant.
You give him a few slow pumps before leaning down to suck on the tip.
Choso stops playing with his piercings and snakes his hand into your hair.
He starts pushing you down slowly as he continues playing his game with one hand. People in his chat stream keep asking if he’s okay; one asked why he’s blushing, and another asked why he keeps dying in the game.
You let him push your head down with ease. You start to lick the pulsing vein on the underside of his cock before completely swallowing him.
Choso suddenly lets out a cough, trying to cover up the groan he almost let out.
Choso suddenly tenses up once you swallow him; he smacks his legs together, leaving you suffocating between his beefy thighs. Choso’s hot seed spurts into your throat. You immediately prepare yourself to swallow every drop.
You knew Choso didn’t normally last long, but shit, this was probably the fastest he’s ever came.
After a bit, you pull off. You’re about to get up to clean him up, but suddenly, a bing comes through his speakers, notifying Choso that someone sent a donation.
The chat bot reads out the message.
@kikichooseviltwin sent $20.
Message attachment: Does anyone else hear gagging sounds?
₊˚⊹ᰔ a bug is terrorizing you and satoru! suguru to the rescue!
₊˚⊹ᰔ drabble, satosugu x fem!reader, silly and short while i study for finals!
“EEEEEEEEK!”
a shrill, bloodcurdling scream echoes throughout the apartment as you come face to face with a beetle in the kitchen, right on the fridge. it’s a beedy eyed, ugly little thing. when an antenna wiggles in your direction, you’re jumping back from sheer terror, right into the arms of your lovely white haired boyfriend, satoru gojo.
“baby? sweetie? darling? love of my life? my sweet girl with beautiful princess disorder? what’s wrong?! what happened?!” satoru’s hugging you from behind, a pair of strong, protective arms wrapping around your midriff. you’re trembling from fear, shaky hand lifting up to point at the perpetrator who elicited such a response. it’s antennas are still wiggling, like it’s mocking you.
“t-there-" you point at the beetle, only to scream again when it starts crawling up the surface of the fridge. satoru momentarily lets you go, nudging you to stand behind him as he inspects the beetle.
“aww, it’s just a little beetle, babe- OH MY GOD.” satorus jumping into your arms now, the sound of the creature buzzing making you both shriek. oh my god, it has wings.
the absolute terror you feel gives you the inhuman strength to pick up satoru bridal style and run to your bedroom for safety. his arms are clutched around your neck while his face is dug deep into your shoulder, telling you how much he loved you and if this was the end he hoped you could still have sex as ghosts. the strongest, mind you.
the sound of you barging into the room with satoru in your arms disrupts suguru from his novel, glancing up to take in the comedic scene. he can’t complain about the disruption, though, the sight is definitely one to behold. a lazy smirk tugs at his lips, eyeing you up and down.
“what happened this time, sweetie?” suguru asks while he lays his novel down, standing up with a stretch. he already knew it was a bug, he heard your screaming from down the hall and you only ever scream like this if there’s a bug.
“A BUG, SUGU! IT TRIED TO FLY AT ME!” satorus explaining, still in your arms mind you, flailing his arms around in your face. you had enough of his theatrics, even though you were acting as dramatic as him, and finally let him fall to the floor with a thud.
“the honored one my ass! you couldn’t even kill the bug!” you complain, arms crossed over your chest. satoru can only gasp, eyes widening as he looks at suguru and then back at you, offense painted all over his expression.
“what?! it tried to fly at me, baby! you’ve gotta understand!”
you and satoru continue to bicker, making suguru chuckle fondly. he loved his girlfriend and her boyfriend so much. even if they were a little dumb and had a combined IQ of maybe 20 on a good day.
he’s walking out to the kitchen, safely putting the beetle in a paper cup, and letting it free from an open window, all while you and satoru still argue.
“it’s gone, you two.” suguru announces as he walks back into the bedroom. satoru is now groveling at your feet, telling you he didn’t mean to not kill it, but his begging is put to an end at the announcement.
as if you weren’t just bickering, you and satoru instantly run over to suguru like the happiest motherfuckers on planet earth. you’re showering him with kisses and praise, telling him how grateful you are. and right now, being suffocated from kisses by you two, suguru hopes more bugs sneak there way into the apartment.
Your wet cunt rubs against Toji’s pillow. You bend down to breath in his scent from the pillow.
“Mmm Toji, missed you so much… need your stupid cock so bad. "Give it to me, I've been a good girl, I promise," you mewl.
You picture how he’d repay you once he gets home from his work trip. How he’d cherish your body, kiss you everywhere, and then proceed to fuck your brains out. Breed you. Make you his.
Just as you're about to reach your climax Toji enters the room. “Hi doll, I’m home early—"
Oh.
Oh.
Toji smirks at the sight. You, rubbing your dripping cunt on his pillow, breathing in his scent, your ass bouncing as you move up and down.
“Well, couldn’t wait for me, hm?”
You jump up instinctively, immediately moving to cover yourself with a blanket. “
T-toji! What are you doing home!? I thought you were coming home tomorrow?
Blush starts to creep onto your cheeks as you see Toji ogling you. He clears his throat before saying, “I was going to come home early to surprise you. I thought I was going to be the big surprise. But clearly, you had something else planned that you wanted to surprise me with…”
You begin to stutter a bunch of words. Toji can't quite pick up on. He does catch a few “I’m sorrys” though.
You move to put your clothes on, but before you even can Toji reaches out and grabs your arm.
“You think you're leaving after this stunt you pulled? That's cute, doll. But I’m just getting started with you.”
Oh fuck.
A/N: I wrote this at 12 in the morning cuz I couldn’t sleep so sorry if it doesn’t make much sense…
