edit 09/11/25: I won’t be deactivating but I have decided to archive this blog entirely <3 (meaning old fics will stay up here)
# — new main / personal
@kinkiko
# — new writing (side) blog
@kingsatoru
# — pseud change
aki -> kiko
I don’t mind if moots still want to call me aki <3
After giving it a bit of thought, I decided it’d be best to start everything off from scratch.
I’d like to give mutuals and followers the choice to follow me again and stay connected there but if you choose not to follow I would not take it personally.
The blog will still be predominantly nsfw but there, I will be more comfy posting dark content than I ever was here. So, if you’re anti dc, I ask that you don’t interact.
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When Satoru stumbles upon your period tracker and finds out what the dates dotted blue mean, he suddenly can’t stop staring at you those days. He'd always thought you were gorgeous, but there's something about him knowing that stuffing you full of his cum could possibly put a baby in you any moment.
You're extra sensitive. You swat his hand instinctively when he mindlessly brushes his fingertips across your exposed sides saying, "hey, that tickles!" and that immediately gets him hard.
You're so sensitive when you ovulate that he finally realizes why some days you cry out louder than others, when the simple loving pecks he leaves on your clit causes you to twitch and mewl.
You're fucking glowing. Your skin, your stomach, your breasts, all softer and plumper to his eyes. Even the way you smell sends him into a frenzy.
And seeing his cum drip out of your throbbing pussy sends a shiver down his spine. You look so charged, so sweet, and so fertile. It doesn't take him long before he's hard again and he stuffs his cum back into you - he doesn't like to waste his seed, apparently, opting to cum in you and only in you when you're ovulating.
the morning after your first time with him, he’s not quite finished with you / STILL HORNY THE MORNING AFTER
CW. f! reader, eepyjo, pet name: baby, princess, cuddling, early morning banter, pussyjob, v! fingering, 600+ words, mdni
“Satoru, can I tell you something?” You lightly trace your finger down his face. The tips of his eyelashes feel ridiculously soft to the touch, not to mention his glossy lips- ones that have explored your own and your body so thoroughly just a few hours ago, you’ve memorized its shape at this point. His mouth slightly opens when you graze his bottom lip with your thumb. Through his pearly white teeth, warm breath fans the tip of your finger as his chest rises and falls in sync with his light snoring.
“Hm?” For the first time, you’re hit with his raspy morning voice - one you can definitely find yourself getting used to. He catches your hand, peppering lazy, half-asleep kisses at the back of it. “What is it?”
“Nothing. Just- I’m insanely attracted to you, that’s all,” you whisper and his eyes light up at the sudden confession. You haven’t been together long so you saying something like this out of the blue is more than enough to take him aback. Next thing you know, big strong arms wrap around you, piling your weight on top of him.
“This feels nice,” he breathes, sleep finding its way back to his eyes, and you can feel his breaths slow down as he drifts off again.
Flick. “Hey, wake up. Need to hear that voice again.” You lightly flick a finger to his forehead and his eyes flutter open for a few seconds. But that wasn’t enough to fully wake him.
“Can’t. You’re so warm. So soft,” he mutters, tightening his grip around you. He shifts a little, trying to nestle the back of his head into his pillow as he shuts his eyes. “Could stay like this all day long.”
You lean closer to his face, studying his sleeping profile. How could anyone be this perfect? Most people wake up with bed heads, dried up drool on their chin, troll-like attitude, and crusty eyes. Not Gojo Satoru. He’s an angel. He wakes up in the morning looking as if he had a 30-minute head start to his daily skincare routine. As if he even needs one.
“Sooo soft,” he mutters once more, squeezing your sides.
“Hate to be the bearer of bad news you big pervert but you have to get ready for class.”
“Wrong!” He jolts awake. “That’s not something someone ‘insanely attracted’ to me would say.”
“How would you know?”
“Because I’m insanely attracted to you as well, and I say ‘5 more minutes’. Actually, make that an hour.”
You try to brush off his comment, pretending as if heat didn’t just rush to your cheeks at what you’d call a poor attempt at banter. A lie, because of course he’s an expert. “Come on you big baby. Wake up.”
“45 minutes, baby.” A big hand reaches underneath your shirt, soothing your bare back.
“Think you’re being slick, huh?”
“Mmm, shut up and come closer.”
“15 minutes?” you suggest, legs straddling his sides, pussy grinding on his half-hard cock as you draw hearts on his jaw, his hands finding their way to your bare ass.
“Hmm, 30.” He groans and you feel his cock twitch underneath, his hands grabbing the fat of your ass.
“You’re a bad negotiator- mmf.” You purr when he spreads your ass, walls clenching at the slight stretch.
“The worst. So, 30? Actually no. 30 is a done deal if you throw in a little kiss.”
“Deal—”
“On second thought…” his fingers slide down your folds, your mouth pops into an ‘o’ and you know for sure you’re done for the second he slides two digits into your slippery hole. “How ‘bout we make it 30 minutes after round 2?”
You’re definitely going to have to stay in all morning.
the morning after your first time with him, he’s not quite finished with you / STILL HORNY THE MORNING AFTER
CW. f! reader, eepyjo, pet name: baby, princess, cuddling, early morning banter, pussyjob, v! fingering, 600+ words, mdni
“Satoru, can I tell you something?” You lightly trace your finger down his face. The tips of his eyelashes feel ridiculously soft to the touch, not to mention his glossy lips- ones that have explored your own and your body so thoroughly just a few hours ago, you’ve memorized its shape at this point. His mouth slightly opens when you graze his bottom lip with your thumb. Through his pearly white teeth, warm breath fans the tip of your finger as his chest rises and falls in sync with his light snoring.
“Hm?” For the first time, you’re hit with his raspy morning voice - one you can definitely find yourself getting used to. He catches your hand, peppering lazy, half-asleep kisses at the back of it. “What is it?”
“Nothing. Just- I’m insanely attracted to you, that’s all,” you whisper and his eyes light up at the sudden confession. You haven’t been together long so you saying something like this out of the blue is more than enough to take him aback. Next thing you know, big strong arms wrap around you, piling your weight on top of him.
“This feels nice,” he breathes, sleep finding its way back to his eyes, and you can feel his breaths slow down as he drifts off again.
Flick. “Hey, wake up. Need to hear that voice again.” You lightly flick a finger to his forehead and his eyes flutter open for a few seconds. But that wasn’t enough to fully wake him.
“Can’t. You’re so warm. So soft,” he mutters, tightening his grip around you. He shifts a little, trying to nestle the back of his head into his pillow as he shuts his eyes. “Could stay like this all day long.”
You lean closer to his face, studying his sleeping profile. How could anyone be this perfect? Most people wake up with bed heads, dried up drool on their chin, troll-like attitude, and crusty eyes. Not Gojo Satoru. He’s an angel. He wakes up in the morning looking as if he had a 30-minute head start to his daily skincare routine. As if he even needs one.
“Sooo soft,” he mutters once more, squeezing your sides.
“Hate to be the bearer of bad news you big pervert but you have to get ready for class.”
“Wrong!” He jolts awake. “That’s not something someone ‘insanely attracted’ to me would say.”
“How would you know?”
“Because I’m insanely attracted to you as well, and I say ‘5 more minutes’. Actually, make that an hour.”
You try to brush off his comment, pretending as if heat didn’t just rush to your cheeks at what you’d call a poor attempt at banter. A lie, because of course he’s an expert. “Come on you big baby. Wake up.”
“45 minutes, baby.” A big hand reaches underneath your shirt, soothing your bare back.
“Think you’re being slick, huh?”
“Mmm, shut up and come closer.”
“15 minutes?” you suggest, legs straddling his sides, pussy grinding on his half-hard cock as you draw hearts on his jaw, his hands finding their way to your bare ass.
“Hmm, 30.” He groans and you feel his cock twitch underneath, his hands grabbing the fat of your ass.
“You’re a bad negotiator- mmf.” You purr when he spreads your ass, walls clenching at the slight stretch.
“The worst. So, 30? Actually no. 30 is a done deal if you throw in a little kiss.”
“Deal—”
“On second thought…” his fingers slide down your folds, your mouth pops into an ‘o’ and you know for sure you’re done for the second he slides two digits into your slippery hole. “How ‘bout we make it 30 minutes after round 2?”
You’re definitely going to have to stay in all morning.
the morning after your first time with him, he’s not quite finished with you / STILL HORNY THE MORNING AFTER
CW. f! reader, eepyjo, pet name: baby, princess, cuddling, early morning banter, pussyjob, v! fingering, 600+ words, mdni
“Satoru, can I tell you something?” You lightly trace your finger down his face. The tips of his eyelashes feel ridiculously soft to the touch, not to mention his glossy lips- ones that have explored your own and your body so thoroughly just a few hours ago, you’ve memorized its shape at this point. His mouth slightly opens when you graze his bottom lip with your thumb. Through his pearly white teeth, warm breath fans the tip of your finger as his chest rises and falls in sync with his light snoring.
“Hm?” For the first time, you’re hit with his raspy morning voice - one you can definitely find yourself getting used to. He catches your hand, peppering lazy, half-asleep kisses at the back of it. “What is it?”
“Nothing. Just- I’m insanely attracted to you, that’s all,” you whisper and his eyes light up at the sudden confession. You haven’t been together long so you saying something like this out of the blue is more than enough to take him aback. Next thing you know, big strong arms wrap around you, piling your weight on top of him.
“This feels nice,” he breathes, sleep finding its way back to his eyes, and you can feel his breaths slow down as he drifts off again.
Flick. “Hey, wake up. Need to hear that voice again.” You lightly flick a finger to his forehead and his eyes flutter open for a few seconds. But that wasn’t enough to fully wake him.
“Can’t. You’re so warm. So soft,” he mutters, tightening his grip around you. He shifts a little, trying to nestle the back of his head into his pillow as he shuts his eyes. “Could stay like this all day long.”
You lean closer to his face, studying his sleeping profile. How could anyone be this perfect? Most people wake up with bed heads, dried up drool on their chin, troll-like attitude, and crusty eyes. Not Gojo Satoru. He’s an angel. He wakes up in the morning looking as if he had a 30-minute head start to his daily skincare routine. As if he even needs one.
“Sooo soft,” he mutters once more, squeezing your sides.
“Hate to be the bearer of bad news you big pervert but you have to get ready for class.”
“Wrong!” He jolts awake. “That’s not something someone ‘insanely attracted’ to me would say.”
“How would you know?”
“Because I’m insanely attracted to you as well, and I say ‘5 more minutes’. Actually, make that an hour.”
You try to brush off his comment, pretending as if heat didn’t just rush to your cheeks at what you’d call a poor attempt at banter. A lie, because of course he’s an expert. “Come on you big baby. Wake up.”
“45 minutes, baby.” A big hand reaches underneath your shirt, soothing your bare back.
“Think you’re being slick, huh?”
“Mmm, shut up and come closer.”
“15 minutes?” you suggest, legs straddling his sides, pussy grinding on his half-hard cock as you draw hearts on his jaw, his hands finding their way to your bare ass.
“Hmm, 30.” He groans and you feel his cock twitch underneath, his hands grabbing the fat of your ass.
“You’re a bad negotiator- mmf.” You purr when he spreads your ass, walls clenching at the slight stretch.
“The worst. So, 30? Actually no. 30 is a done deal if you throw in a little kiss.”
“Deal—”
“On second thought…” his fingers slide down your folds, your mouth pops into an ‘o’ and you know for sure you’re done for the second he slides two digits into your slippery hole. “How ‘bout we make it 30 minutes after round 2?”
You’re definitely going to have to stay in all morning.
the morning after your first time with him, he’s not quite finished with you / STILL HORNY THE MORNING AFTER
CW. f! reader, eepyjo, pet name: baby, princess, cuddling, early morning banter, pussyjob, v! fingering, 600+ words, mdni
“Satoru, can I tell you something?” You lightly trace your finger down his face. The tips of his eyelashes feel ridiculously soft to the touch, not to mention his glossy lips- ones that have explored your own and your body so thoroughly just a few hours ago, you’ve memorized its shape at this point. His mouth slightly opens when you graze his bottom lip with your thumb. Through his pearly white teeth, warm breath fans the tip of your finger as his chest rises and falls in sync with his light snoring.
“Hm?” For the first time, you’re hit with his raspy morning voice - one you can definitely find yourself getting used to. He catches your hand, peppering lazy, half-asleep kisses at the back of it. “What is it?”
“Nothing. Just- I’m insanely attracted to you, that’s all,” you whisper and his eyes light up at the sudden confession. You haven’t been together long so you saying something like this out of the blue is more than enough to take him aback. Next thing you know, big strong arms wrap around you, piling your weight on top of him.
“This feels nice,” he breathes, sleep finding its way back to his eyes, and you can feel his breaths slow down as he drifts off again.
Flick. “Hey, wake up. Need to hear that voice again.” You lightly flick a finger to his forehead and his eyes flutter open for a few seconds. But that wasn’t enough to fully wake him.
“Can’t. You’re so warm. So soft,” he mutters, tightening his grip around you. He shifts a little, trying to nestle the back of his head into his pillow as he shuts his eyes. “Could stay like this all day long.”
You lean closer to his face, studying his sleeping profile. How could anyone be this perfect? Most people wake up with bed heads, dried up drool on their chin, troll-like attitude, and crusty eyes. Not Gojo Satoru. He’s an angel. He wakes up in the morning looking as if he had a 30-minute head start to his daily skincare routine. As if he even needs one.
“Sooo soft,” he mutters once more, squeezing your sides.
“Hate to be the bearer of bad news you big pervert but you have to get ready for class.”
“Wrong!” He jolts awake. “That’s not something someone ‘insanely attracted’ to me would say.”
“How would you know?”
“Because I’m insanely attracted to you as well, and I say ‘5 more minutes’. Actually, make that an hour.”
You try to brush off his comment, pretending as if heat didn’t just rush to your cheeks at what you’d call a poor attempt at banter. A lie, because of course he’s an expert. “Come on you big baby. Wake up.”
“45 minutes, baby.” A big hand reaches underneath your shirt, soothing your bare back.
“Think you’re being slick, huh?”
“Mmm, shut up and come closer.”
“15 minutes?” you suggest, legs straddling his sides, pussy grinding on his half-hard cock as you draw hearts on his jaw, his hands finding their way to your bare ass.
“Hmm, 30.” He groans and you feel his cock twitch underneath, his hands grabbing the fat of your ass.
“You’re a bad negotiator- mmf.” You purr when he spreads your ass, walls clenching at the slight stretch.
“The worst. So, 30? Actually no. 30 is a done deal if you throw in a little kiss.”
“Deal—”
“On second thought…” his fingers slide down your folds, your mouth pops into an ‘o’ and you know for sure you’re done for the second he slides two digits into your slippery hole. “How ‘bout we make it 30 minutes after round 2?”
You’re definitely going to have to stay in all morning.
What if you’re the type of person to act as if there never was anything between you and your ex once you’re finished with the relationship?
Just imagine one afternoon seeing Sukuna at the coffee place you want to go to and coming in anyway, pretending he’s just a stranger in the crowd. You pass by him, head held high as you ignore him on purpose.
He follows your trail and you’re already feeling a slight sense of accomplishment as you make your way to the counter only for Sukuna to yell Woman! — making a scene, causing barely audible conversations in the cafe to come to a full stop.
You jolt back, looking back at him in shock. You take a deep breath as you load up on a comeback but he cuts you off first—
“Not even a single hello? I’ve missed you? How’ve you been?!”
“Wha– hey—”
“I practically have your body memorized. I even named both your nipples, and now you pretend like you don’t know me?! Quit acting like a jerk and tell me what you want to order.”
“Huh?”
“Never mind. I already know what you want. Now stop whining and go save us a seat over there.”
“Ok, sheesh.”
…
After that it’s a whole day of catching up like nothing ever went wrong in the relationship. Plus, you’re seeing him again tomorrow.
anon request: thinking about being his controversially young girlfriend, everyone giving him disgusted or judgmental looks, but it just turns him on and he can't keep his hands off you in public wanting to give them a show (full ask here)
includes. nanami, toji, satoru x fem! reader
CW. age gaps (reader is in her early 20s + chars in their 40s), sugar daddy-esque characters but not actual SD, getting hard in public + frottage (nanami), manhandling + exhibitionism + implied cuckolding (toji) + (poor shiu), exhibitionism + slight mirror kink + v! fingering (gojo) MDNI
NANAMI
You knew there’d be looks. You warned him not everyone will approve. You expected the wincing and recoils from people who spot you next to your boyfriend who looks well in his 40s. It’s a public park on a weekend with all sorts of conservative crowds.
On the outside, people see a well-dressed man in a suit paired with a timepiece hinting at subtle luxury. He’s got creases in his eyes, smile lines decorating his chiseled jaws, silver straying in his blonde stubble. As opposed to you, someone so young and plump and fresh — their words, not yours — with clothes and a scent too expensive, they can only assume you have no means to afford yourself.
None of those things surprised you. They don’t know how much time and effort it took for both of you make this work.
What did surprise you was the subtle tell of triumph in Nanami’s actions — head high, tight grip around your waist, sparing kisses to your temple, cheek, and neck, the more people stop and stare.
You try to collect yourself, resting by your forearms on top of the railings by the pond. And what finally caught you off guard was the bulge pressing and growing behind you when Nanami hugged you from behind.
“Honey, are you—”
“Very much so,” Nanami whispers from behind, hard cock subtly grinding against your ass as he trails kisses between your neck and jaw.
"Kento~ people are staring," you whine, but it's not the looks that are making you feel conscious. It's the fact that you're so horny, and frankly pooling in your panties, for your boyfriend when you're so out in the open.
"Let them. I'd be a fool if I didn't show them how much I love my girlfriend."
TOJI
Toji doesn't always let you in on what he does for work, but you have your guesses. Plus, you're not stupid. Big, strong, scary man who gets paid an absurd amount of figures on a per-job basis? Not to mention seeing him scheming with some shady man in a suit on a few occasions.
I'm doing this for us is always what he tells you, plus you know exactly when he does a job well done and it's basically whenever Toji doesn't hesitate to shower you with gifts. So, you never bothered to ask. Not even when his suited associate decides to pay him a visit.
"Never would've guessed you liked 'em young." The man in a suit lights up a cigarette.
"Hey, hey, Shiu. She's old enough." Toji sits on the couch and pulls you closer to him like you weigh. He snakes an arm around your waist, you rubbing soothing strokes all over his belly, and you don't miss the way Shiu's eyes follow where Toji's hand goes. Toji squeezes your thigh, muscle memory on his part, but a fresh new sight for Shiu whose chest inflates as he takes a deep inhale of his cigarette.
They talk shop but in riddles, probably because you're around. But Toji doesn't want to exclude you for some reason. And maybe it has something to do with the way Shiu tries so hard to keep his eyes away from you but they keep coming back like he's worried he'll miss something if he takes his gaze from you longer than 5 seconds.
And when Toji's hand trails lower, fingers playing with the hems of your skirt, Shiu uncomfortably shifts in his seat, scratching his throat as he loses his train of thought. "W-where was I—"
"You wanted to lock in the deal," you speak up for the first time since Shiu arrived, to which Toji whispers under his breath, "good girl."
"If she wants, I'll let you borrow her. Do we have ourselves a deal?"
You shoot the sweetest smile at Shiu, knowing just the part Toji wants you to play in his little game of negotiations, which finally gives Shiu the push to shake Toji's hand.
SATORU
Gasps and eyeballs from every which way follow the scandalous pair entering the lingerie store. Had they known gray was your boyfriend’s natural hair color, they wouldn’t have described your pairing as the silver fox with the sugar baby.
In the store, they’ve coded him as the golfer in mid-life crisis and you the cart girl he bagged for himself. Only because he sports an expensive polo tucked in his pants and looks like he’s aged like fine wine, obviously keeps an active lifestyle with his lean build, and for sure has a very thick wallet. And you, because you look like you’re the right age to be scamming old rich men who have nothing better to do with their money than to spend it on good subscription-basis head.
Satoru isn’t oblivious to these people’s whispers, and he knows exactly how it looks, not like he gives a fuck.
He gives a fuck that people can see just how lovely his girlfriend looks on the slip he asked her to put on, telling the jealous shop assistants your exact measurements, ones he knows by heart at this point.
“Put this on," he tells you, excitement building up in the pit of his stomach.
At first, he waits for you to dress behind the curtains, telling you, and practically everyone within earshot, "God, you're so sexy."
But then comes Satoru's favorite part which is helping you out of those sexy clothes he buys for you. He doesn't care about the gasps from people who saw him enter the dressing room with you. He cares seeing just how ravenous you look from the mirror, and how lovely you sound when he slips a hand down your panties.
"Fuck—" You cover your mouth almost as fast as you moaned. "Satoru! People can hear us~" you caution him but you lean back into his torso, melting into his touch as he draws wet sloppy circles around your clit.
"Is it bad that I want them to? People are already talking about us, might as well give them a good show. Hm?"
anon request: thinking about being his controversially young girlfriend, everyone giving him disgusted or judgmental looks, but it just turns him on and he can't keep his hands off you in public wanting to give them a show (full ask here)
includes. nanami, toji, satoru x fem! reader
CW. age gaps (reader is in her early 20s + chars in their 40s), sugar daddy-esque characters but not actual SD, getting hard in public + frottage (nanami), manhandling + exhibitionism + implied cuckolding (toji) + (poor shiu), exhibitionism + slight mirror kink + v! fingering (gojo) MDNI
NANAMI
You knew there’d be looks. You warned him not everyone will approve. You expected the wincing and recoils from people who spot you next to your boyfriend who looks well in his 40s. It’s a public park on a weekend with all sorts of conservative crowds.
On the outside, people see a well-dressed man in a suit paired with a timepiece hinting at subtle luxury. He’s got creases in his eyes, smile lines decorating his chiseled jaws, silver straying in his blonde stubble. As opposed to you, someone so young and plump and fresh — their words, not yours — with clothes and a scent too expensive, they can only assume you have no means to afford yourself.
None of those things surprised you. They don’t know how much time and effort it took for both of you make this work.
What did surprise you was the subtle tell of triumph in Nanami’s actions — head high, tight grip around your waist, sparing kisses to your temple, cheek, and neck, the more people stop and stare.
You try to collect yourself, resting by your forearms on top of the railings by the pond. And what finally caught you off guard was the bulge pressing and growing behind you when Nanami hugged you from behind.
“Honey, are you—”
“Very much so,” Nanami whispers from behind, hard cock subtly grinding against your ass as he trails kisses between your neck and jaw.
"Kento~ people are staring," you whine, but it's not the looks that are making you feel conscious. It's the fact that you're so horny, and frankly pooling in your panties, for your boyfriend when you're so out in the open.
"Let them. I'd be a fool if I didn't show them how much I love my girlfriend."
TOJI
Toji doesn't always let you in on what he does for work, but you have your guesses. Plus, you're not stupid. Big, strong, scary man who gets paid an absurd amount of figures on a per-job basis? Not to mention seeing him scheming with some shady man in a suit on a few occasions.
I'm doing this for us is always what he tells you, plus you know exactly when he does a job well done and it's basically whenever Toji doesn't hesitate to shower you with gifts. So, you never bothered to ask. Not even when his suited associate decides to pay him a visit.
"Never would've guessed you liked 'em young." The man in a suit lights up a cigarette.
"Hey, hey, Shiu. She's old enough." Toji sits on the couch and pulls you closer to him like you weigh. He snakes an arm around your waist, you rubbing soothing strokes all over his belly, and you don't miss the way Shiu's eyes follow where Toji's hand goes. Toji squeezes your thigh, muscle memory on his part, but a fresh new sight for Shiu whose chest inflates as he takes a deep inhale of his cigarette.
They talk shop but in riddles, probably because you're around. But Toji doesn't want to exclude you for some reason. And maybe it has something to do with the way Shiu tries so hard to keep his eyes away from you but they keep coming back like he's worried he'll miss something if he takes his gaze from you longer than 5 seconds.
And when Toji's hand trails lower, fingers playing with the hems of your skirt, Shiu uncomfortably shifts in his seat, scratching his throat as he loses his train of thought. "W-where was I—"
"You wanted to lock in the deal," you speak up for the first time since Shiu arrived, to which Toji whispers under his breath, "good girl."
"If she wants, I'll let you borrow her. Do we have ourselves a deal?"
You shoot the sweetest smile at Shiu, knowing just the part Toji wants you to play in his little game of negotiations, which finally gives Shiu the push to shake Toji's hand.
SATORU
Gasps and eyeballs from every which way follow the scandalous pair entering the lingerie store. Had they known gray was your boyfriend’s natural hair color, they wouldn’t have described your pairing as the silver fox with the sugar baby.
In the store, they’ve coded him as the golfer in mid-life crisis and you the cart girl he bagged for himself. Only because he sports an expensive polo tucked in his pants and looks like he’s aged like fine wine, obviously keeps an active lifestyle with his lean build, and for sure has a very thick wallet. And you, because you look like you’re the right age to be scamming old rich men who have nothing better to do with their money than to spend it on good subscription-basis head.
Satoru isn’t oblivious to these people’s whispers, and he knows exactly how it looks, not like he gives a fuck.
He gives a fuck that people can see just how lovely his girlfriend looks on the slip he asked her to put on, telling the jealous shop assistants your exact measurements, ones he knows by heart at this point.
“Put this on," he tells you, excitement building up in the pit of his stomach.
At first, he waits for you to dress behind the curtains, telling you, and practically everyone within earshot, "God, you're so sexy."
But then comes Satoru's favorite part which is helping you out of those sexy clothes he buys for you. He doesn't care about the gasps from people who saw him enter the dressing room with you. He cares seeing just how ravenous you look from the mirror, and how lovely you sound when he slips a hand down your panties.
"Fuck—" You cover your mouth almost as fast as you moaned. "Satoru! People can hear us~" you caution him but you lean back into his torso, melting into his touch as he draws wet sloppy circles around your clit.
"Is it bad that I want them to? People are already talking about us, might as well give them a good show. Hm?"
anon request: thinking about being his controversially young girlfriend, everyone giving him disgusted or judgmental looks, but it just turns him on and he can't keep his hands off you in public wanting to give them a show (full ask here)
includes. nanami, toji, satoru x fem! reader
CW. age gaps (reader is in her early 20s + chars in their 40s), sugar daddy-esque characters but not actual SD, getting hard in public + frottage (nanami), manhandling + exhibitionism + implied cuckolding (toji) + (poor shiu), exhibitionism + slight mirror kink + v! fingering (gojo) MDNI
NANAMI
You knew there’d be looks. You warned him not everyone will approve. You expected the wincing and recoils from people who spot you next to your boyfriend who looks well in his 40s. It’s a public park on a weekend with all sorts of conservative crowds.
On the outside, people see a well-dressed man in a suit paired with a timepiece hinting at subtle luxury. He’s got creases in his eyes, smile lines decorating his chiseled jaws, silver straying in his blonde stubble. As opposed to you, someone so young and plump and fresh — their words, not yours — with clothes and a scent too expensive, they can only assume you have no means to afford yourself.
None of those things surprised you. They don’t know how much time and effort it took for both of you make this work.
What did surprise you was the subtle tell of triumph in Nanami’s actions — head high, tight grip around your waist, sparing kisses to your temple, cheek, and neck, the more people stop and stare.
You try to collect yourself, resting by your forearms on top of the railings by the pond. And what finally caught you off guard was the bulge pressing and growing behind you when Nanami hugged you from behind.
“Honey, are you—”
“Very much so,” Nanami whispers from behind, hard cock subtly grinding against your ass as he trails kisses between your neck and jaw.
"Kento~ people are staring," you whine, but it's not the looks that are making you feel conscious. It's the fact that you're so horny, and frankly pooling in your panties, for your boyfriend when you're so out in the open.
"Let them. I'd be a fool if I didn't show them how much I love my girlfriend."
TOJI
Toji doesn't always let you in on what he does for work, but you have your guesses. Plus, you're not stupid. Big, strong, scary man who gets paid an absurd amount of figures on a per-job basis? Not to mention seeing him scheming with some shady man in a suit on a few occasions.
I'm doing this for us is always what he tells you, plus you know exactly when he does a job well done and it's basically whenever Toji doesn't hesitate to shower you with gifts. So, you never bothered to ask. Not even when his suited associate decides to pay him a visit.
"Never would've guessed you liked 'em young." The man in a suit lights up a cigarette.
"Hey, hey, Shiu. She's old enough." Toji sits on the couch and pulls you closer to him like you weigh. He snakes an arm around your waist, you rubbing soothing strokes all over his belly, and you don't miss the way Shiu's eyes follow where Toji's hand goes. Toji squeezes your thigh, muscle memory on his part, but a fresh new sight for Shiu whose chest inflates as he takes a deep inhale of his cigarette.
They talk shop but in riddles, probably because you're around. But Toji doesn't want to exclude you for some reason. And maybe it has something to do with the way Shiu tries so hard to keep his eyes away from you but they keep coming back like he's worried he'll miss something if he takes his gaze from you longer than 5 seconds.
And when Toji's hand trails lower, fingers playing with the hems of your skirt, Shiu uncomfortably shifts in his seat, scratching his throat as he loses his train of thought. "W-where was I—"
"You wanted to lock in the deal," you speak up for the first time since Shiu arrived, to which Toji whispers under his breath, "good girl."
"If she wants, I'll let you borrow her. Do we have ourselves a deal?"
You shoot the sweetest smile at Shiu, knowing just the part Toji wants you to play in his little game of negotiations, which finally gives Shiu the push to shake Toji's hand.
SATORU
Gasps and eyeballs from every which way follow the scandalous pair entering the lingerie store. Had they known gray was your boyfriend’s natural hair color, they wouldn’t have described your pairing as the silver fox with the sugar baby.
In the store, they’ve coded him as the golfer in mid-life crisis and you the cart girl he bagged for himself. Only because he sports an expensive polo tucked in his pants and looks like he’s aged like fine wine, obviously keeps an active lifestyle with his lean build, and for sure has a very thick wallet. And you, because you look like you’re the right age to be scamming old rich men who have nothing better to do with their money than to spend it on good subscription-basis head.
Satoru isn’t oblivious to these people’s whispers, and he knows exactly how it looks, not like he gives a fuck.
He gives a fuck that people can see just how lovely his girlfriend looks on the slip he asked her to put on, telling the jealous shop assistants your exact measurements, ones he knows by heart at this point.
“Put this on," he tells you, excitement building up in the pit of his stomach.
At first, he waits for you to dress behind the curtains, telling you, and practically everyone within earshot, "God, you're so sexy."
But then comes Satoru's favorite part which is helping you out of those sexy clothes he buys for you. He doesn't care about the gasps from people who saw him enter the dressing room with you. He cares seeing just how ravenous you look from the mirror, and how lovely you sound when he slips a hand down your panties.
"Fuck—" You cover your mouth almost as fast as you moaned. "Satoru! People can hear us~" you caution him but you lean back into his torso, melting into his touch as he draws wet sloppy circles around your clit.
"Is it bad that I want them to? People are already talking about us, might as well give them a good show. Hm?"
anon request: thinking about being his controversially young girlfriend, everyone giving him disgusted or judgmental looks, but it just turns him on and he can't keep his hands off you in public wanting to give them a show (full ask here)
includes. nanami, toji, satoru x fem! reader
CW. age gaps (reader is in her early 20s + chars in their 40s), getting hard in public, frottage, sugar daddy-esque characters but not actual SD, degradation (from the public), manhandling + exhibitionism from toji (poor shiu), implied cuckolding, exhibitionism + slight mirror kink (gojo), v! fingering. MDNI
NANAMI
You knew there’d be looks. You warned him not everyone will approve. You expected the wincing and recoils from people who spot you next to your boyfriend who looks well in his 40s. It’s a public park on a weekend with all sorts of conservative crowds.
On the outside, people see a well-dressed man in a suit paired with a timepiece hinting at subtle luxury. He’s got creases in his eyes, smile lines decorating his chiseled jaws, silver straying in his blonde stubble. As opposed to you, someone so young and plump and fresh — their words, not yours — with clothes and a scent too expensive, they can only assume you have no means to afford yourself.
None of those things surprised you. They don’t know how much time and effort it took for both of you make this work.
What did surprise you was the subtle tell of triumph in Nanami’s actions — head high, tight grip around your waist, sparing kisses to your temple, cheek, and neck, the more people stop and stare.
You try to collect yourself, resting by your forearms on top of the railings by the pond. And what finally caught you off guard was the bulge pressing and growing behind you when Nanami hugged you from behind.
“Honey, are you—”
“Very much so,” Nanami whispers from behind, hard cock subtly grinding against your ass as he trails kisses between your neck and jaw.
"Kento~ people are staring," you whine, but it's not the looks that are making you feel conscious. It's the fact that you're so horny, and frankly pooling in your panties, for your boyfriend when you're so out in the open.
"Let them. I'd be a fool if I didn't show them how much I love my girlfriend."
TOJI
Toji doesn't always let you in on what he does for work, but you have your guesses. Plus, you're not stupid. Big, strong, scary man who gets paid an absurd amount of figures on a per-job basis? Not to mention seeing him scheming with some shady man in a suit on a few occasions.
I'm doing this for us is always what he tells you, plus you know exactly when he does a job well done and it's basically whenever Toji doesn't hesitate to shower you with gifts. So, you never bothered to ask. Not even when his suited associate decides to pay him a visit.
"Never would've guessed you liked 'em young." The man in a suit lights up a cigarette.
"Hey, hey, Shiu. She's old enough." Toji sits on the couch and pulls you closer to him like you weigh. He snakes an arm around your waist, you rubbing soothing strokes all over his belly, and you don't miss the way Shiu's eyes follow where Toji's hand goes. Toji squeezes your thigh, muscle memory on his part, but a fresh new sight for Shiu whose chest inflates as he takes a deep inhale of his cigarette.
They talk shop but in riddles, probably because you're around. But Toji doesn't want to exclude you for some reason. And maybe it has something to do with the way Shiu tries so hard to keep his eyes away from you but they keep coming back like he's worried he'll miss something if he takes his gaze from you longer than 5 seconds.
And when Toji's hand trails lower, fingers playing with the hems of your skirt, Shiu uncomfortably shifts in his seat, scratching his throat as he loses his train of thought. "W-where was I—"
"You wanted to lock in the deal," you speak up for the first time since Shiu arrived, to which Toji whispers under his breath, "good girl."
"If she wants, I'll let you borrow her. Do we have ourselves a deal?"
You shoot the sweetest smile at Shiu, knowing just the part Toji wants you to play in his little game of negotiations, which finally gives Shiu the push to shake Toji's hand.
SATORU
Gasps and eyeballs from every which way follow the scandalous pair entering the lingerie store. Had they known gray was your boyfriend’s natural hair color, they wouldn’t have described your pairing as the silver fox with the sugar baby.
In the store, they’ve coded him as the golfer in mid-life crisis and you the cart girl he bagged for himself. Only because he sports an expensive polo tucked in his pants and looks like he’s aged like fine wine, obviously keeps an active lifestyle with his lean build, and for sure has a very thick wallet. And you, because you look like you’re the right age to be scamming old rich men who have nothing better to do with their money than to spend it on good subscription-basis head.
Satoru isn’t oblivious to these people’s whispers, and he knows exactly how it looks, not like he gives a fuck.
He gives a fuck that people can see just how lovely his girlfriend looks on the slip he asked her to put on, telling the jealous shop assistants your exact measurements, ones he knows by heart at this point.
“Put this on," he tells you, excitement building up in the pit of his stomach.
At first, he waits for you to dress behind the curtains, telling you, and practically everyone within earshot, "God, you're so sexy."
But then comes Satoru's favorite part which is helping you out of those sexy clothes he buys for you. He doesn't care about the gasps from people who saw him enter the dressing room with you. He cares seeing just how ravenous you look from the mirror, and how lovely you sound when he slips a hand down your panties.
"Fuck—" You cover your mouth almost as fast as you moaned. "Satoru! People can hear us~" you caution him but you lean back into his torso, melting into his touch as he draws wet sloppy circles around your clit.
"Is it bad that I want them to? People are already talking about us, might as well give them a good show. Hm?"
anon request: thinking about being his controversially young girlfriend, everyone giving him disgusted or judgmental looks, but it just turns him on and he can't keep his hands off you in public wanting to give them a show (full ask here)
includes. nanami, toji, satoru x fem! reader
CW. age gaps (reader is in her early 20s + chars in their 40s), getting hard in public, frottage, sugar daddy-esque characters but not actual SD, degradation (from the public), manhandling + exhibitionism from toji (poor shiu), implied cuckolding, exhibitionism + slight mirror kink (gojo), v! fingering. MDNI
NANAMI
You knew there’d be looks. You warned him not everyone will approve. You expected the wincing and recoils from people who spot you next to your boyfriend who looks well in his 40s. It’s a public park on a weekend with all sorts of conservative crowds.
On the outside, people see a well-dressed man in a suit paired with a timepiece hinting at subtle luxury. He’s got creases in his eyes, smile lines decorating his chiseled jaws, silver straying in his blonde stubble. As opposed to you, someone so young and plump and fresh — their words, not yours — with clothes and a scent too expensive, they can only assume you have no means to afford yourself.
None of those things surprised you. They don’t know how much time and effort it took for both of you make this work.
What did surprise you was the subtle tell of triumph in Nanami’s actions — head high, tight grip around your waist, sparing kisses to your temple, cheek, and neck, the more people stop and stare.
You try to collect yourself, resting by your forearms on top of the railings by the pond. And what finally caught you off guard was the bulge pressing and growing behind you when Nanami hugged you from behind.
“Honey, are you—”
“Very much so,” Nanami whispers from behind, hard cock subtly grinding against your ass as he trails kisses between your neck and jaw.
"Kento~ people are staring," you whine, but it's not the looks that are making you feel conscious. It's the fact that you're so horny, and frankly pooling in your panties, for your boyfriend when you're so out in the open.
"Let them. I'd be a fool if I didn't show them how much I love my girlfriend."
TOJI
Toji doesn't always let you in on what he does for work, but you have your guesses. Plus, you're not stupid. Big, strong, scary man who gets paid an absurd amount of figures on a per-job basis? Not to mention seeing him scheming with some shady man in a suit on a few occasions.
I'm doing this for us is always what he tells you, plus you know exactly when he does a job well done and it's basically whenever Toji doesn't hesitate to shower you with gifts. So, you never bothered to ask. Not even when his suited associate decides to pay him a visit.
"Never would've guessed you liked 'em young." The man in a suit lights up a cigarette.
"Hey, hey, Shiu. She's old enough." Toji sits on the couch and pulls you closer to him like you weigh. He snakes an arm around your waist, you rubbing soothing strokes all over his belly, and you don't miss the way Shiu's eyes follow where Toji's hand goes. Toji squeezes your thigh, muscle memory on his part, but a fresh new sight for Shiu whose chest inflates as he takes a deep inhale of his cigarette.
They talk shop but in riddles, probably because you're around. But Toji doesn't want to exclude you for some reason. And maybe it has something to do with the way Shiu tries so hard to keep his eyes away from you but they keep coming back like he's worried he'll miss something if he takes his gaze from you longer than 5 seconds.
And when Toji's hand trails lower, fingers playing with the hems of your skirt, Shiu uncomfortably shifts in his seat, scratching his throat as he loses his train of thought. "W-where was I—"
"You wanted to lock in the deal," you speak up for the first time since Shiu arrived, to which Toji whispers under his breath, "good girl."
"If she wants, I'll let you borrow her. Do we have ourselves a deal?"
You shoot the sweetest smile at Shiu, knowing just the part Toji wants you to play in his little game of negotiations, which finally gives Shiu the push to shake Toji's hand.
SATORU
Gasps and eyeballs from every which way follow the scandalous pair entering the lingerie store. Had they known gray was your boyfriend’s natural hair color, they wouldn’t have described your pairing as the silver fox with the sugar baby.
In the store, they’ve coded him as the golfer in mid-life crisis and you the cart girl he bagged for himself. Only because he sports an expensive polo tucked in his pants and looks like he’s aged like fine wine, obviously keeps an active lifestyle with his lean build, and for sure has a very thick wallet. And you, because you look like you’re the right age to be scamming old rich men who have nothing better to do with their money than to spend it on good subscription-basis head.
Satoru isn’t oblivious to these people’s whispers, and he knows exactly how it looks, not like he gives a fuck.
He gives a fuck that people can see just how lovely his girlfriend looks on the slip he asked her to put on, telling the jealous shop assistants your exact measurements, ones he knows by heart at this point.
“Put this on," he tells you, excitement building up in the pit of his stomach.
At first, he waits for you to dress behind the curtains, telling you, and practically everyone within earshot, "God, you're so sexy."
But then comes Satoru's favorite part which is helping you out of those sexy clothes he buys for you. He doesn't care about the gasps from people who saw him enter the dressing room with you. He cares seeing just how ravenous you look from the mirror, and how lovely you sound when he slips a hand down your panties.
"Fuck—" You cover your mouth almost as fast as you moaned. "Satoru! People can hear us~" you caution him but you lean back into his torso, melting into his touch as he draws wet sloppy circles around your clit.
"Is it bad that I want them to? People are already talking about us, might as well give them a good show. Hm?"
Your heartbeats turn into pangs of drums in your ribcage after hitting send.
You made sure to get a really good angle, picking one steamy mirror selfie that treads the dangerous line between indecent and outright slutty.
Sending a nude is always nerve-wracking, especially when it’s your first time ever or you’re sending it to someone for the first time. Waiting for a response is gut-wrenching. But 20 whole fucking minutes of dead silence is just plain torture.
It’s not like Satoru to leave you hanging like that. Your stomach wells with anxiety with the thought of turning him off with something you thought he’d really like. It’s too late to unsend it at this point. You try to call him, and no answer.
“He better have a good reason for— shit.”
The sound of loud knocks outside your door makes you lose your train of thought. Banging so hard you’re sure your door could break down any second.
It turns out to be Satoru, cock painfully throbbing in his sweatpants, who rushed to your apartment so fast after seeing your photo, the idiot forgot his phone.
quick disclaimer, I’ve only watched season 1 but I plan on getting caught up with everything soon !! so if he’s a little ooc, this is why :’) ALSO YAYYY FREE USE AGENDA
original text post here
CW. free use, exhibitionism, somnophilia, oral (char! receiving), v! fingering, rin x reader, slight! sae x reader
your little antics made him on edge, to say the least. he can fully anticipate a ball coming at him directly at 100 mph, but never 100% accurately when it's a stray hand coming to stroke his limp cock.
how can he when you almost never pick the time and place, stroking his cock in the most public of places - underneath a table at a fancy restaurant, at the back of his teammate's car after he so graciously offered to give you and rin a free ride home, even in his dreams where instead of a hand, it's the soft wet coil of your tongue, popping the head of his cock and his actual head by extension out of his deep sleep.
he at least enjoys it, you know that for sure. he likes how much he cums compared to a "planned handjob" as he calls it. but he wonders just how much you would cum when he returns the favor.
he passes you his phone after calling his brother, tells you sae wants to talk to you, or maybe you should give him a quick update since it's been so long.
"sae, how are y- hhaa!"
"you okay?" rin overhears the slight worry in his brother's tone as he casually slipped two fingers into your slippery hole. he's glad you even wore something flowy, as if to send him signals granting him free access to your pussy.
"I'm okay- j-just... so fucking hot- mmh!" rin pumps your walls full of his two fingers, simultaneously pinching at your clit, throbbing so hard between his fingers as you try to focus on your conversation with sae.
"in the future, tell rin to leave me out of your horny escapades? it's bad enough I get to hear you moan out loud while I have you on speaker."
Your heartbeats turn into pangs of drums in your ribcage after hitting send.
You made sure to get a really good angle, picking one steamy mirror selfie that treads the dangerous line between indecent and outright slutty.
Sending a nude is always nerve-wracking, especially when it’s your first time ever or you’re sending it to someone for the first time. Waiting for a response is gut-wrenching. But 20 whole fucking minutes of dead silence is just plain torture.
It’s not like Satoru to leave you hanging like that. Your stomach wells with anxiety with the thought of turning him off with something you thought he’d really like. It’s too late to unsend it at this point. You try to call him, and no answer.
“He better have a good reason for— shit.”
The sound of loud knocks outside your door makes you lose your train of thought. Banging so hard you’re sure your door could break down any second.
It turns out to be Satoru, cock painfully throbbing in his sweatpants, who rushed to your apartment so fast after seeing your photo, the idiot forgot his phone.
quick disclaimer, I’ve only watched season 1 but I plan on getting caught up with everything soon !! so if he’s a little ooc, this is why :’) ALSO YAYYY FREE USE AGENDA
original text post here
CW. free use, exhibitionism, somnophilia, oral (char! receiving), v! fingering, rin x reader, slight! sae x reader
your little antics made him on edge, to say the least. he can fully anticipate a ball coming at him directly at 100 mph, but never 100% accurately when it's a stray hand coming to stroke his limp cock.
how can he when you almost never pick the time and place, stroking his cock in the most public of places - underneath a table at a fancy restaurant, at the back of his teammate's car after he so graciously offered to give you and rin a free ride home, even in his dreams where instead of a hand, it's the soft wet coil of your tongue, popping the head of his cock and his actual head by extension out of his deep sleep.
he at least enjoys it, you know that for sure. he likes how much he cums compared to a "planned handjob" as he calls it. but he wonders just how much you would cum when he returns the favor.
he passes you his phone after calling his brother, tells you sae wants to talk to you, or maybe you should give him a quick update since it's been so long.
"sae, how are y- hhaa!"
"you okay?" rin overhears the slight worry in his brother's tone as he casually slipped two fingers into your slippery hole. he's glad you even wore something flowy, as if to send him signals granting him free access to your pussy.
"I'm okay- j-just... so fucking hot- mmh!" rin pumps your walls full of his two fingers, simultaneously pinching at your clit, throbbing so hard between his fingers as you try to focus on your conversation with sae.
"in the future, tell rin to leave me out of your horny escapades? it's bad enough I get to hear you moan out loud while I have you on speaker."
quick disclaimer, I’ve only watched season 1 but I plan on getting caught up with everything soon !! so if he’s a little ooc, this is why :’) ALSO YAYYY FREE USE AGENDA
original text post here
CW. free use, exhibitionism, somnophilia, oral (char! receiving), v! fingering, rin x reader, slight! sae x reader
your little antics made him on edge, to say the least. he can fully anticipate a ball coming at him directly at 100 mph, but never 100% accurately when it's a stray hand coming to stroke his limp cock.
how can he when you almost never pick the time and place, stroking his cock in the most public of places - underneath a table at a fancy restaurant, at the back of his teammate's car after he so graciously offered to give you and rin a free ride home, even in his dreams where instead of a hand, it's the soft wet coil of your tongue, popping the head of his cock and his actual head by extension out of his deep sleep.
he at least enjoys it, you know that for sure. he likes how much he cums compared to a "planned handjob" as he calls it. but he wonders just how much you would cum when he returns the favor.
he passes you his phone after calling his brother, tells you sae wants to talk to you, or maybe you should give him a quick update since it's been so long.
"sae, how are y- hhaa!"
"you okay?" rin overhears the slight worry in his brother's tone as he casually slipped two fingers into your slippery hole. he's glad you even wore something flowy, as if to send him signals granting him free access to your pussy.
"I'm okay- j-just... so fucking hot- mmh!" rin pumps your walls full of his two fingers, simultaneously pinching at your clit, throbbing so hard between his fingers as you try to focus on your conversation with sae.
"in the future, tell rin to leave me out of your horny escapades? it's bad enough I get to hear you moan out loud while I have you on speaker."
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