⋆✴︎˚｡⋆ Getting way closer with your roommate Satoru thanks to your new vibrator! | 18+ (smut) minors do not interact
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Personal boundaries are virtually nonexistent when it comes to your roommate Satoru, so coming home to find that he opened your package, especially given what it was you ordered, wasn't a complete shock.
"Satoru—seriously? Give it back."
Your roommate wears his signature grin, a charming flash of his teeth that's equal parts infuriating and intoxicating, while holding your shiny new vibrator just out of your reach. Damn him and his freakish height.
"It's right here," he drawls, pulling the toy slightly higher each time you move to close the gap. "All you have to do is take it."
Despite knowing your fate you push onto your tip toes, jumping and reaching up a time or two before accepting defeat with a scathing scowl aimed at Satoru, who couldn't be more pleased with himself.
"Let's test out the settings, shall we?" He cheerfully presses the 'on' button, filling your shared living room with the toy's low hum.
The first setting is "weak," (his words, of course), and it isn't long before he cranks it up to the second, then the third, all while you glare at him with crossed arms and clenched teeth.
"Are you done?"
"Not nearly. We haven't even reached the highest setting yet!" And with a few more exaggerated presses of the same button, Satoru clicks the toy into its sixth and highest gear—and it's intense. The vibration kicks up a notch with a dramatic buzz that quickly takes over the room, and your mind, altering the atmosphere completely.
You'd be lying if you said it didn't affect you, the mere thought of how that absurdly high level of vibration would feel between your legs, as you listen to the loud, steady buzz that silences even Satoru's taunting. The sound's hypnotic, playing at your desperation and emphasizing the consuming, aching want you've been suppressing. It's been months since you've been with anyone after all—hence the fancy new toy to help you get through it.
And it might sound crazy, but you could swear Satoru's having similar thoughts about you; his teasing quiets while he watches the toy writhe in his hand, eyes transfixed and lips parted in concentrated thought. When his eyes meet yours again the teasing glint's gone, replaced with something more curious. Something hungrier.
"Damn." He laughs awkwardly, turning it off with a swallow that has his Adam's apple bobbing. "Y'know, that settings kinda intense. You might need a chaperone when you use it."
"A chaperone," you echo in disbelief, face heating as you became embarrassingly aware of how hard your heart's beating in your chest, how quickly you're breathing. "What do you think's gonna happen to me? Death by orgasm?"
"I don't know... but since I'm so familiar with the settings as of two minutes ago I should probably help—"
"Boundaries, Satoru," you scold, finally managing to take the vibrator from your now distracted roommate before making your way down the hall quickly and to the privacy of your room, closing the door behind you with more force than intended.
In the privacy of your space you don't use your new toy, not right away. Sure, you spend a lot of time staring at it, thinking about using it—or rather, thinking about a certain white-haired someone who had planted a lewd and inappropriate yet irresistible image in your head using it on you, before tossing it across the room with a frustrated groan.
Is your roommate Satoru attractive? No. Attractive is an insult in the face of a man whose striking beauty rivals that of mythical gods. Most women would be over the moon at the idea of being with him.
But he's your roommate. Your pain in the ass, just friends roommate. It's the mantra you repeat in your head every time the your eyes catch sight of the purple silicone and your mind begins to spiral.
Before you know it, it's those spiraling thoughts that play in your head when you give in and reach for the vibrator, turning it onto the lowest setting, just to test it out (or so you tell yourself). It's as weak as Satoru claimed; an utterly teasing vibration, especially over the fabric of your shorts, but it's enough to have them coated in slick in no time. Especially when paired with the sinful thought of your roommates large hand holding the vibrator instead, pressing it mercilessly to your clit while his other hand pins your hips to the bed, keeping you entirely at his mercy.
Across the apartment Satoru can't sit still. This is definitely not the first time he's thought of you this way; he's spent plenty of time reminding himself that you're just friends.
Hours catalogued studying the curve of your ass when your shorts ride up as you prance around the apartment, listening to your soft moans through the wall when you think you're being quieter than you are.
Countless times he's fisted his hard cock behind the privacy of his bedroom door, your name on his lips and your face on his mind.
Even now he's impossibly hard in his sweats, resisting the urge to stroke himself to the idea of you writhing on your bed, bottom lip caught between your teeth as you ride out the intense pulsing from the silicone toy grinding against your needy clit.
What would you say if you could see the lewd image that currently plagued Satoru's thoughts? Likely something about those boundaries he never could seem to appreciate; he's sure he crossed a few today, and while he can't say he particularly regrets pushing your buttons, he does find himself wanting to apologize. If only to create an excuse to be in your orbit for a moment longer.
Before he can talk himself out of it, Satoru's striding across the apartment to your bedroom door, knocking but opening without waiting for a response—still progress on the whole 'boundaries' thing considering that he actually bothered to knock.
The door swings open and he's met with the sight of you, wide eyed and slightly disheveled on your bed, your bottom half hidden underneath your fluffy comforter.
"Hey roomie," he says sheepishly, entering before you can protest. Your eyes snap down to something—your lap, maybe—then back up at Satoru. "You're not really mad at me are you?"
You shake your head 'no', but your body language tells a different story; bottom lip caught between your teeth, body tense and standoffish, avoiding meeting Satoru's gaze like those piercing blue eyes might very well kill you.
He steps further into your room, into your space, and levels you a look that shows he's not dropping this.
"I'm—I'm not mad at you," you grit out.
"Promise?"
You nod wordlessly, but he knows you well enough that he's not buying it. After a year of living together you may as well be an open book to him.
When he moves to sit on your bed you flinch, and Satoru opens his mouth to say something—then stops. The room falls silent, but a low, muffled buzz fills the space words once occupied.
Then he feels it, a gentle rumbling coming from just next to his hand and just next to your lap. You both look at the same time.
When his eyes meet yours with that same, primal look from the living room, you're already staring at him, eyes practically bulging.
"I'm–" you start, but the words die, only to be replaced by a groan that's equal parts embarrassment, frustration and undeniable need. "You really need to start knocking, Satoru."
"I did knock," he counters, uncovering your trembling legs and your vibrator with a simple tug of your blanket.
It's just as he's pictured countless times, his forbidden fantasy materializing before his eyes. He doesn't hesitate; his eyes pin you in place as he takes in the scene before him, and his hand wraps around the toy before bringing it closer to you slowly, giving you ample time to stop him if he crosses a line.
"Tell me to stop."
The silicone travels up and down your inner thighs with his gentle guidance, approaching but never quite settling where you need it most. Satoru watches reverently as your hips buck the longer his teasing stretches on, at the way the dampness spreads until your shorts are a few shades darker and soaked with the evidence of your arousal.
You don't tell him to stop. Instead a low whimper slips past your lips before you can swallow it down, and the sound alone has his cock twitching in his pants.
"Were you thinking about me?" He asks, eyes on your face now as your lips part to make way for shallow breaths. When you nod, he grins wolfishly.
White hair spills over your roommate's forehead as he leans down until his face is just a breath from your needy cunt, vibrator still sending goosebumps traveling through your body.
He leans in, slowly like he has all the time in the world, to place a lewd, open-mouthed kiss onto your pussy, tongue dragging up and down over the thin material. He relishes the way you squirm when he groans against you.
"Good girl," he affirms, replacing his mouth with the vibrator and turning it up higher, finally giving you what you need, grinding it in circles over your clit.
Even with your shorts still on you're close, he can tell. Satoru hooks a finger into the fabric and shoves it aside, plunging his tongue into you just in time for you to soak him.
But it's not enough to sate his hunger, not when it comes to his roommate who he's silently craved for months now. In one swift motion he hooks his fingers into the waistband of your shorts and tugs them down your legs before haphazardly tossing them across your room.
Instinctively your legs move to close, as if forced together by the weight of your diffidence and the intensity of his gaze, but Satoru's large, veiny hands grab hold of your thighs to keep them parted.
"Can't fill you with my cock if your legs are closed pretty girl," he remarks, guiding your legs open further. Then he leans down so close his white hair's tickling your forehead. "Assuming you want me to."
When you pull his head down to meet your lips he huffs a laugh, half amusement and half surprise at your boldness, before parting his lips to kiss you back deeply. You gasp into his mouth when he bites your lip gently, hands flying into his hair to ground yourself, to bring him closer than you realized you needed him.
When the kiss breaks Satoru wastes no time before leaning over to your bedside table, rummaging for only a beat before retrieving a condom.
"How did you even know where I kept those?" you interrogate, brows furrowing.
"I uhhh...I spend a lot of time in here"
He frees himself from his sweats and you mumble something about boundaries, but your words are broken and replaced with mewls as your roommate fills you up with his cock as promised. "F-fuck, Toru–"
In one motion he's buried to the hilt, fingers indenting your thigh as he tries not to fall apart immediately at the way you it feels to finally be inside of you.
"Lecturing me about boundaries while you're squirming on my dick. God, you're so cute, roomie."
Satoru sets a fast, eager pace, pounding you into the mattress like he's been waiting to do just that for longer than you could possibly know. One hand pushes your thigh against your chest, stretching you out enough for him to watch in awe as his cock disappears into your cunt with each thrust.
The other hand clasps onto the spazzing vibrator, pressing it against your clit with pressure and speed that has you completely dumb underneath him.
"T-toru, fuck I think I'm gonna–"
You cum fast, a second orgasm ripping though you with a choked cry of your roommate's name.
The way you call out for him, the way your walls spasm around his length as you cum all over him, has his pace quickening and his stomach twisting with a desire deeper than anything he's felt before.
"Fuck, baby look at you. All that for me?"
Satoru turns the toy up to its highest setting on your clit, still thrusting in and out of your soaked entrance, only now his pace is erratic as you clamp down on him while your next release builds. He pulls you in for a sloppy kiss—all tongues and teeth and desperation while you come undone for each other, Satoru babbling about how badly he needs you and how many times he's thought of you like this between kisses.
It only takes a few more sinfully deep thrusts before you're both reaching your climax at nearly the same time, before his muscular frame collapses onto the bed beside you, breathless and spent but utterly blissful.
Satoru turns to you and just watches; the way your chest rises and falls, the way beads of sweat travel down your temple and onto the sheets, the way your lips still quiver as you come down from your high.
"You're staring," you note without hiding your smile.
"'Course I'm staring," he starts, threading a hand through your hair intimately. "Look at you."
When you roll over to face him he can't help but pull you closer, slotting your body against his and caging you in with strong arms that show no intention of letting go anytime soon.
"You didn't lock your door," he murmurs against the top of your head.
"What?"
"Your door. You always lock it when you don't want me to come in, but it was unlocked."
"Hmm," you hum playfully, voice slightly muffled as your head rests against his chest. "I guess I must've forgotten."
"Well, sorry about your 'boundaries' but I'm never leaving you alone again," he says before pulling you in for a slow, lazy kiss, and you're sure he means every word—not that you mind one bit.
꩜ – FRAT PRESIDENT SATORU GOJO (and the shy girl he's obsessed with!)
(18+) HEADCANONS :: – frat!gojo x innocent!reader, college au, smut, dom!gojo, handjobs, praise, corruption kink, manipulative behavior, slight dub-con
frat president!satoru, who’s used to every type of girl at his party except you, all big eyes, wandering around his house like you didn’t know what to do. he’s asked suguru to offer you everything under the sun in the last thirty or so minutes — a drink, a smoke, a joint. you just politely decline, shaking your head so prettily.
frat president!satoru, who swears he’s just got an ego when he decides he’ll be the one to show you all of that and more. he could do it if suguru couldn’t, if no one else could.
he starts off all nice, walking you to all your classes, offering his sweaters in the lectures you had together (which he only started attending for you), buying you lunch and listening to your cute little rants about your worst profs.
frat president!satoru learns that you like being held when he’s the first one to find you after an exam you swear you’d failed. he doesn’t get it ‘til he’d realized your eyes are all glassy, so shiny as you peered up at him with wobbling lips, trying not to cry in front of him.
frat president!satoru loves the way you’d just melted into his arms after that. he calls you easy to his friends for it, but something inside him never wants to let go whenever you’re willing to press yourself into his chest, wherever you’re willing to do it.
frat president!satoru, who asks you what you’re wearing all the time and sends even prettier things to wear to your dorm when he thinks you can do better.
frat president!satoru, who’s spiraling at night, jerking off to your contact photo, wrapping his large hand around his dick and pretending like it’s that sweet mouth of yours engulfing his length. he imagines how shy you’d be, lips parted wide, smearing pre-cum and replacing your candy lip balm. he wants you tasting like him, those soft cheeks drenched in his cum, eyes screwed shut until he’s all you can think about.
frat president!satoru likes making you need him, doting on you and driving you around like a princess, spoiling you until you frown whenever his hand isn’t on your hip, or whenever he dodges your calls for fraternity meetings. he likes the idea that you might become obsessed with him (like he is with you).
frat president!satoru, who’s grinning cruelly the minute you finally tell him, “you know, you do so much for me, I feel like I’m not doing enough for you.” in that nervous voice of yours one day, while you’re tucked into his side at your apartment.
frat president!satoru, who’s never missed a meeting or a call until that day, when he’s finally got you whimpering shyly in his lap while he gently mouths at your neck, tasting that perfume he’s been searching online for for weeks, whispering about how he’s so grateful you wanna help him out, how sweet you are for making it up to him too even when you didn't have to.
but he’s been waiting for weeks, you’re all soft and impressionable on him, and he’s not letting a moment of your kindness go to waste.
frat president!satoru guides you with a husky voice when he teaches you to spit in your own palm and wrap your hand around his cock, nearly shivering at the contact — “make me feel good, pretty girl, it’s the least you can do.”
frat president!satoru, who just chuckles at the fact that you’re all nervous, looking up at him as if asking what to do next, just for him to wrap his palm around yours, engulfing it entirely. he groans lowly as he moves your palm up and down on his already-hard length, bottom lip catching between his teeth at how warm your hand feels against his dick.
“shit, just keep it like that, baby, up and down…”
frat president!satoru, who kisses you slow when you gasp at how he bucks up into your hand, keeping his own wrapped around it while desperately attempting not to just use you, jerk himself off with your tiny little fingers, maneuver you down and slam himself deep into your tight cunt. “hah — fuck, gorgeous, y— you’re good at this, huh? so good for me, so fucking cute…”
“i’ve never done this before,” you admit into frat president!satoru’s mouth, hushed and breathy like it’s a secret. he wants to fucking laugh, but he’s cut short by a low hiss as you thumb at his slit without him having to teach you, making him lose his mind piece by piece. shit, you’re just perfect, aren’t you?
“am — am I doing okay, satoru?”
frat president!satoru has nearly had enough of patience when you say that. shit, he bites down into your lip without even realizing, hand tightening around yours when you whimper. and it’s barely enough to notice at first, but he pumps your hand around him faster, growling into your mouth at the way your fingertips flex around his length, making a slick! sound that echoes across the room.
“you’re — shit, just like that — doing perfect, baby. so perfect.” frat president!satoru groans into your throat, even though he’s using your hand like a fuck toy now, smearing his own pre-cum mixed with your saliva all over his huge dick, bucking his hips up into your plush skin like a glorified fleshlight.
the only one he’s dreamed of in the past few weeks, at least.
frat president!satoru gets off on how eager you are to match his pace, his other hand cupping your cheeks to purse your pretty mouth open for him as he spits down your throat and relishes in your confused little whine. he doesn’t even realize how tightly he’s gripping your hand now, forcing you to jerk his cock faster.
“that’s it,” he pants into your lips, “just let me have you, okay? hah— so good, shit, you’ve been wanting this too, haven’t you?”
“satoru—” your voice is a wet dream, how it feathers off around the edges and breaks like you’re not sure.
frat president!satoru groans at the sound of your confusion. “been, fuck, thinking about this, baby. want you creaming on my cock next, yeah? or maybe it’s — haah! — too big for your first time. gotta — shit — prep you first.”
frat president!satoru spills into your hand with one last rough stroke of both your hands around his length, gasping low with his tongue down your throat as he finally lets your hand go. he watches the way your palm shakes, eyes dark, lifting your cum-covered fingertips to your mouth without thinking. and he thinks you won’t do it, until—
your sweet fucking tongue darts out to lick experimentally at your own fingers, and satoru thinks he’s gone to heaven.
frat president!satoru, who can’t help himself when he’s grabbing you by the waist now, laying you flat on your back and coming up to slot his knee between your thighs, committing the way your face scrunches up in both confusion and pleasure to memory. he thinks you’re the cutest fucking thing in the world, and he wants you broken in every way possible until you can’t fuck any other guy without imagining his dick.
“thank you, baby,” he grins against your neck. “can i make you feel good now?”
frat president!satoru, who decided he’d never let you fuck anyone else anyways the moment you'd nodded.
an - tmi! I wrote this while in the tub before the idea could go away 𓁹‿𓁹
❤︎ Fratjo! who constantly skips his classes and goes to party’s, and after stops by your room to find you studying for a test he assumed you’d definitely help him on ⊹˚.
❤︎ Fratjo! who can’t help but plaster a stupid smile on his face whenever you tell him off for smelling like alcohol and punch while lounging all over your freshly washed bedsheets ⊹˚.
❤︎ Fratjo! who likes to tease you and take off your glasses just to put them on himself, so he could see you stretch and reach over him while he catches you in hold you cant possibly break out of . . . ⊹˚.
❤︎ Fratjo! Who acts dumb and asks you to explain certain math questions just so he can hear you nerd out with the slight excitement edged in your voice while solving them. ⊹˚.
❤︎ Fratjo! Who has a keen eye for spotting when you’re getting burnt out, always so persistent on dragging you out of your dorm and into the nearest party—just to end up on a random couch stroking your hair and listening to you talk about a new hyperfixation ⊹˚.
❤︎ Fratjo! Who likes to wait for you outside of your classes to publicly and embarrassingly show you affection, no matter how many times you claim to hate it, he just can’t keep his hands off you ⊹˚.
❤︎ Fratjo! Who doesn’t care what his friends say about you or your study habits or why he’s exactly into you in the first place, always ready with a firm, “Are you the one dating her? Didn’t think so.” ⊹˚.
❤︎ Fratjo! Who unconditionally loved his nerdy girlfriend and her nerdy perks since the very beginning! ⊹˚. ♡
there’s just something about you seeing you on top of him that turns his insides into a syrupy mess, knees weak. maybe it’s because kento nanami is a man who strives on order and control, and you’ve found a way to slither your way through his system.
it’s probably because when you murmur his name in that honeyed voice of yours, he knows he’s a total goner.
“mm, my beautiful wife,” he rumbles, hands smoothing over your waist, eyes lidded as he watches your hips rise and fall in that slow, tantalizing rhythm that drives him mad. “doing such a good job, sweetheart.”
all you can manage is a series of little moans in return, too caught up in how his cock feels inside you, so perfectly nudged in your walls, filling you just right. how his tip bumps against that gooey spot that makes you clench around him tighter, or how he groans your name with a low, rough sound.
there’s your tits, too — nanami’s always been rather partial to them — that he loves to capture between his lips, biting down gently on the stiffened peaks. he loves how you squeal his name, mouth curving into a cute little smile, and he loves how you manage to look so adorable and utterly debauched at the same time.
if his lips aren’t on you he’s cupping your chest with such devoted reverence, so softly. the contrast from how he pistons his cock into you, sharp and quick, makes your mind blank.
nanami’s favourite part of it all, perhaps, is that he can look up at your pretty face when you finish. he loves seeing your features twist in pleasure, your kiss-swollen lips part, brows furrowing just slightly. your eyes rolling back as you climax, gushing a mess around his cock, hands digging into his shoulders hard enough to leave little crescents.
and after he’s made you cum at least four times (he’s a man, after all), you droop down onto his chest, burying your face in his neck, clinging onto his biceps. he coos your name gently, strokes your hair, and smiles to himself when you whine about being too sore to walk tomorrow.
In which himbo! Yuji has a big crush on you and it turns out that you’re his tutor!
yuji x tutor!reader | 18+ mdni | college AU | breast play| blackfem!reader
wc: 1,3 k
a/n: I don’t really know what happen but i do enjoy this! This is not proof read i’m sorry…
"You're in danger Itadori"
Yuji looks up at the deep voice right in front of him. He's chem professor. His blond hair is perfectly slicked back, rectangular glasses frame his bright blue eyes. The sun crowns his head like he is the messenger of a divine and mystical prophecy.
Did they know that Yuji was in great danger?
Perhaps.
"Mr Itadori."
Yuji snap his eyes on his professor and nod.
Yes, he's danger.
"If by the end of the semester you don't get better grades, you'll never get the opportunity for your career in hockey."
Good. Very good.
"But, Am I really in danger or…"
"Yes you are." Said firmly the professor. "And as you know, your parents talk to me too. We finally found a solution for you Itadori."
A solution? He talks like Yuji have a non curable sickness and he's going to die soon… he's just bad at chem, it's note the end of the world? Right…
"We found you a tutor."
"A what?" Repeats Yuji. "I… I'm not that bad!"
His professor just stare at him.
"Okay… maybe a little but I don't need a tutor!"
" Too late, she's already here."
As he said that, the door open and you enter in the office with a soft smile.
"Y/n?!"
Of all the people on this campus, Yuji's tutor is Yuji's biggest crush?
He started to feeling his heart slamming on his chest, his ears burns as he looks at you.
You're literally glowing under the sunlight. You're brown skin shine so brightly, and your smile… yes, this is Yuji's favorite feature of yours. Your smile that make him shiver.
"Hi Yuji"you smile and sit next to him.
"Miss l/n is going to give you lessons on Mondays, Thursdays and Fridays after you finish your day. You're going to study at the library for more comfort."
Yuji doesn't say a word. You're right next to him. Can you hear his heart pounding? Can you see his hands sweating?
Yuji has a crush on you for almost two years. All of his friends know this, even his older brother Sukuna know that. Everyone but you. Why? Because Yuji avoid you everytime you both are in the same room. He just get nervous and can't speak properly. So to avoid humiliation, he hides from you.
It's been one mouth since you and Yuji started the tutoring. He tries his best to understand the program but you have to explain some problems with food and anime to get his attention. Sometimes you wondering how he did pass without help.
Yuji has no choice but to stay close to you and he drives him crazy everytime that you shows up dressing with your mini skirts and shirt so small that he can see your boobs.
Especially today. You choose to wear one of your leopard print mini skirt, showing off your long brown legs to everyone, and to Yuji. With a black shirt so tight that he can clearly see that you weren't wearing a bra…
The pink-haired men looks at you and blush so bad that he looks away. Feeling his pants begging to be uncomfortable. But obviously, you didn't notice a thing
"Hello Yuji!" You exclaim when you sit next to him.
"H-Hello…"
"You're alright? Need some water?"
"U-Uh… no.. I-I just… Nothing"
"Okay…?"
You look at him but he reach for his bag. That's weird. Did you do something wrong?
Yuji take his books and you started to study. You try to explain to him but today, he seems off, like he's distracted by something.
"Yuji? Are you okay? We can take a break if you want"
"I'm alright! I swear I wasn't looking at-" he stopped himself and you look at him with a skeptical look on your face.
"What?"
"Hm?"
"What did you say Yuji? What were you looking at?"
"Nothing"
"Yuji?"
"Your boobs."
Silence. Neither of you is speaking. You look at him and he looks at you.
"You were looking at my boobs?"
"I… no…well… yes but…not in a weird way I just… oh my god this is embarrassing" He said. "I'm sorry. I-I…"
You watch Yuji turning more and more and… you find this amusing in a way?
"You have to focus Yuji. If you want to see my boobs you have to finish your homework first."
"W-What? Are you being serious? Don't make fun of me please!"
"I'm not. You want to.."
"Please y/n don't say things like that you can't… I shouldn't look at you this way. It was very inappropriate and-"
"Do you wanna see my boobs or not?"
"Yes ma'am."
"Great, you finish your homework and we go to my house." You say with a smile.
Yuji does his homework and there wasn't a single mistake. So you left the library and took his car. You don't own a car yet so you walk or take the bus to go to the campus.
During the ride, neither of you say a word. You, because you try to not scream to think Yuji Itadori was watching you.
Since the beginning of this tutoring, you start to find Yuji attractive, his deep voice, his Cologne, his smile… and you already see him playing basket with his friends. He's your type. And last weekend, you had your first wet dream about him. It's way very similar to what happened in the library. You two were studying and somehow, you ended bend over the table while Yuji fuck you without mercy.
Yuji, on the other hand was trying to focus on the road and not looking to the beautiful girl sit in his car. He was really nervous to see you without clothes. Scared to not control himself.
Too late, you were in front your house. Rapidly, you and Yuji were inside. Nobody was here so you guide him into your room.
You close the door and let Yuji take all in. He looks at your bookshelves, your desk, your bed. Your childhood bedroom turn into a late teenager and your women bedroom. You glad you paint your walls lilac and not pink when you were 10.
"Hm… so…"
"Right. You can sit on my bed, just take off your shoes please" you explain
You both take off your shoes and you watch Yuji sit on your bed. The same where you had your wet dream.
Your ears turned red at the idea, but you push it to the side. You approach the pink-haired men and slowly you unbuttoned your polo. Yes your were not wearing a bras so when you take off your shirt, the cold air meets your sensitive nipples.
"Fuck… y/n" murmured Yuji.
" Do want to touch them?"
"Yes… fucking yes, please"
You smile and straddle him and he takes your breast in his mouth. The warmth of his tongue find your nipple and you can't help but moan. His soft hand find you other boob and you close your eyes, already wet.
It's definitely better than your dream.
"Y-Yuji…"
Yuji play with your breast like a starving dog and you try to rub yourself against him.
He understand and put you on the bed and finds himself on top of you without take his mouth out your boobs. You hands find his hair and you started to whine against him.
"Yuji… please…"
Seeing you calling his name made him short circuit so bad that he didn't think twice. He leaves you boob with a big plop!and looks at you.
"God sweetheart, if you continue to callin' my name, i might…"
You smile at him and close the distance between your heads and kiss him. Yes, he finally shut his mouth. Yuji respond. At first the kiss is sweet but when you let his tongue in your mouth, the kiss is more sloppy.
You both break to take some breath and you look at him.
"You might what?" You ask him.
Yuji doesn't answer and kiss your cheek then your neck, you smile again and tilt his head.
"You're so pretty, so pretty sweetheart"
He kisses you again and suddenly you realize that you want more.
In which himbo! Yuji has a big crush on you and it turns out that you’re his tutor!
yuji x tutor!reader | 18+ mdni | college AU | breast play| blackfem!reader
wc: 1,3 k
a/n: I don’t really know what happen but i do enjoy this! This is not proof read i’m sorry…
"You're in danger Itadori"
Yuji looks up at the deep voice right in front of him. He's chem professor. His blond hair is perfectly slicked back, rectangular glasses frame his bright blue eyes. The sun crowns his head like he is the messenger of a divine and mystical prophecy.
Did they know that Yuji was in great danger?
Perhaps.
"Mr Itadori."
Yuji snap his eyes on his professor and nod.
Yes, he's danger.
"If by the end of the semester you don't get better grades, you'll never get the opportunity for your career in hockey."
Good. Very good.
"But, Am I really in danger or…"
"Yes you are." Said firmly the professor. "And as you know, your parents talk to me too. We finally found a solution for you Itadori."
A solution? He talks like Yuji have a non curable sickness and he's going to die soon… he's just bad at chem, it's note the end of the world? Right…
"We found you a tutor."
"A what?" Repeats Yuji. "I… I'm not that bad!"
His professor just stare at him.
"Okay… maybe a little but I don't need a tutor!"
" Too late, she's already here."
As he said that, the door open and you enter in the office with a soft smile.
"Y/n?!"
Of all the people on this campus, Yuji's tutor is Yuji's biggest crush?
He started to feeling his heart slamming on his chest, his ears burns as he looks at you.
You're literally glowing under the sunlight. You're brown skin shine so brightly, and your smile… yes, this is Yuji's favorite feature of yours. Your smile that make him shiver.
"Hi Yuji"you smile and sit next to him.
"Miss l/n is going to give you lessons on Mondays, Thursdays and Fridays after you finish your day. You're going to study at the library for more comfort."
Yuji doesn't say a word. You're right next to him. Can you hear his heart pounding? Can you see his hands sweating?
Yuji has a crush on you for almost two years. All of his friends know this, even his older brother Sukuna know that. Everyone but you. Why? Because Yuji avoid you everytime you both are in the same room. He just get nervous and can't speak properly. So to avoid humiliation, he hides from you.
It's been one mouth since you and Yuji started the tutoring. He tries his best to understand the program but you have to explain some problems with food and anime to get his attention. Sometimes you wondering how he did pass without help.
Yuji has no choice but to stay close to you and he drives him crazy everytime that you shows up dressing with your mini skirts and shirt so small that he can see your boobs.
Especially today. You choose to wear one of your leopard print mini skirt, showing off your long brown legs to everyone, and to Yuji. With a black shirt so tight that he can clearly see that you weren't wearing a bra…
The pink-haired men looks at you and blush so bad that he looks away. Feeling his pants begging to be uncomfortable. But obviously, you didn't notice a thing
"Hello Yuji!" You exclaim when you sit next to him.
"H-Hello…"
"You're alright? Need some water?"
"U-Uh… no.. I-I just… Nothing"
"Okay…?"
You look at him but he reach for his bag. That's weird. Did you do something wrong?
Yuji take his books and you started to study. You try to explain to him but today, he seems off, like he's distracted by something.
"Yuji? Are you okay? We can take a break if you want"
"I'm alright! I swear I wasn't looking at-" he stopped himself and you look at him with a skeptical look on your face.
"What?"
"Hm?"
"What did you say Yuji? What were you looking at?"
"Nothing"
"Yuji?"
"Your boobs."
Silence. Neither of you is speaking. You look at him and he looks at you.
"You were looking at my boobs?"
"I… no…well… yes but…not in a weird way I just… oh my god this is embarrassing" He said. "I'm sorry. I-I…"
You watch Yuji turning more and more and… you find this amusing in a way?
"You have to focus Yuji. If you want to see my boobs you have to finish your homework first."
"W-What? Are you being serious? Don't make fun of me please!"
"I'm not. You want to.."
"Please y/n don't say things like that you can't… I shouldn't look at you this way. It was very inappropriate and-"
"Do you wanna see my boobs or not?"
"Yes ma'am."
"Great, you finish your homework and we go to my house." You say with a smile.
Yuji does his homework and there wasn't a single mistake. So you left the library and took his car. You don't own a car yet so you walk or take the bus to go to the campus.
During the ride, neither of you say a word. You, because you try to not scream to think Yuji Itadori was watching you.
Since the beginning of this tutoring, you start to find Yuji attractive, his deep voice, his Cologne, his smile… and you already see him playing basket with his friends. He's your type. And last weekend, you had your first wet dream about him. It's way very similar to what happened in the library. You two were studying and somehow, you ended bend over the table while Yuji fuck you without mercy.
Yuji, on the other hand was trying to focus on the road and not looking to the beautiful girl sit in his car. He was really nervous to see you without clothes. Scared to not control himself.
Too late, you were in front your house. Rapidly, you and Yuji were inside. Nobody was here so you guide him into your room.
You close the door and let Yuji take all in. He looks at your bookshelves, your desk, your bed. Your childhood bedroom turn into a late teenager and your women bedroom. You glad you paint your walls lilac and not pink when you were 10.
"Hm… so…"
"Right. You can sit on my bed, just take off your shoes please" you explain
You both take off your shoes and you watch Yuji sit on your bed. The same where you had your wet dream.
Your ears turned red at the idea, but you push it to the side. You approach the pink-haired men and slowly you unbuttoned your polo. Yes your were not wearing a bras so when you take off your shirt, the cold air meets your sensitive nipples.
"Fuck… y/n" murmured Yuji.
" Do want to touch them?"
"Yes… fucking yes, please"
You smile and straddle him and he takes your breast in his mouth. The warmth of his tongue find your nipple and you can't help but moan. His soft hand find you other boob and you close your eyes, already wet.
It's definitely better than your dream.
"Y-Yuji…"
Yuji play with your breast like a starving dog and you try to rub yourself against him.
He understand and put you on the bed and finds himself on top of you without take his mouth out your boobs. You hands find his hair and you started to whine against him.
"Yuji… please…"
Seeing you calling his name made him short circuit so bad that he didn't think twice. He leaves you boob with a big plop!and looks at you.
"God sweetheart, if you continue to callin' my name, i might…"
You smile at him and close the distance between your heads and kiss him. Yes, he finally shut his mouth. Yuji respond. At first the kiss is sweet but when you let his tongue in your mouth, the kiss is more sloppy.
You both break to take some breath and you look at him.
"You might what?" You ask him.
Yuji doesn't answer and kiss your cheek then your neck, you smile again and tilt his head.
"You're so pretty, so pretty sweetheart"
He kisses you again and suddenly you realize that you want more.
ryomen sukuna who is smitten with sweet, slightly clueless reader
ryomen sukuna was off limits.
all the cheerleaders knew it. all his fellow jocks knew it. hell even the younger female professors, who couldn't help but stare at him , knew it.
he is built like a greek god and acts like a retired sergeant. no one can tear their gaze off him when he is on the field , and yet no one truly dares to approach him when he is off the field either.
he has a nasty personality that doesn't shy away from saying "fuck off " right on the face of even the prettiest cheerleader—hence shattering her confidence completely. rumours even suggested that said girl never dared confess to anyone ever again.
you were just a happy go lucky.
sweet dresses, pretty jewellery, neat hair. you were just a girl with a sweet, slightly clueless personality. everyone's friend and enemy of none and so on and so forth.
you had your own circle of close people—even though one could count them on the phalanges of a single digit.
a different world from the one in which the formidable campus king ruled.
hell, no one could have ever suspected in a million years that ryomen sukuna would cross paths with you. or that he would , quite literally, trip over himself while he watched you feed a stray kitten.
who would have known that his eyes would track your easy smiles and register your presence in every room you entered.
and that he would carry you out of a frat party, drunken and smiling and giggling into his chest, all the while safely nestled in his arms, as if you had him wrapped around your little fingers.
in all honesty, you did.
the ryomen sukuna was in love
with you .
you, who wished on airplanes and made it a regular habit of quizzing him about the various shapes he could decipher from the clouds above.
you , to whom laughs came easily. you who was happy with giving away your meals to stray animals.
no one expected the formidable captain would be so besotted with a girl .
ryomen who never gave any woman the time of his day , would become so enamored by you that he wouldn't be able to tear his gaze off of you.
the students would gape openly when they saw him waiting for you outside your class, walking with you to your next class.
or the bomb—gently tucking your hair behind your ear.
ryomen sukuna did not do soft or sweet.
but he did... apparently. for you. with you.
ryomen sukuna didn't let random girls kiss his cheek. but you weren't a random girl. you were his girl.
so his teammates stared slack jawed at the light lipstick stained kiss on his cheek—averting their gazes before they could be faced with his wrath for staring too long.
ryomen sukuna didn't carry other girls baggage for them. so why were his arms full of art supplies and projects even though his major had absolutely nothing to do with it?
it was called being smitten, ofcourse .
with you.
who , for ryomen, hung the stars and moon in his sky.
You knew when work was stressing him, he would simply pinch the bridge of his nose, tuck his chin near his chest, adjust his glasses, and straighten the tie that didn’t need fixing. And whenever the world was weighing on him, he would bury his pain into a ferocious bite in a delicious pastry at his favorite bakery.
But nope, you never saw a tear. He simply never cries, you believed.
That is until the heavy doors of the venue swung open.
As you stepped into the view, you could hear the entire room catch their breath in awe. There were friends, family, coworkers, and you could even hear the proud hums from them, as well as the gasping. But once your eyes averted from the flowers in your hands to meet Nanami’s eyes, you realized no one had seemed to lose it completely like Nanami.
Instead of merely adjusting his glasses, his trembling hands removed them, pressing his hands to his beet-reddened face. The tears that you swore were dry pellets in his system that didn’t budge, were wet streams down his cheeks and unstoppable.
Oh boy, and as you drew closer, he covered his mouth, desperately muffling the sob that wanted to praise you; that wanted to worship how beautifully the dress accentuated every curve in your body; that wanted to tell you how your curls complimented your face, and just how lucky he was.
But just like the very best best man should, Yu had completed the words Nanami couldn’t.
“I told you she was going to break you man,” he exclaimed, handing Nanami the handkerchief from his suit pocket into his shaky hands. “Look at her! You’re the luckiest guy alive.” He cheered, rubbing his back and gazing at you.
When your feet brought you to the altar, stopping right in front of him, your heart thumped at how completely undone he looked. His eyes, still welled with tears, were almost puffy. His hair that were slicked sharply when you first entered, had a couple strands that fell to his forehead.
He pulled his glasses to his face, lenses fogging up immediately from the heat. He swallowed hard and took your hands in his. Gentle, as always. The trembling had faded under your touch.
“Kento,” you whispered, smile at your lips.
He looked into your eyes at the sweet call of his name from your voice, breath shaky once he stared into yours.
“I am indeed, the luckiest man in the world.”
a/n: thought of this when thinking about the idea of my bf not crying at the sight of me at our wedding like boy i will turn around and keep walking out until you do.
synopsis . In which the overwhelming heat in your apartment sends you and your perverted roommate into a different kind of heat.
content . afab!reader, mutual masturbation, heavy tension, implied perv x perv, not-so-dry humping, dirty talk, filth, spit, size kink, rough sex, teasing, thigh riding, high tensions, slight spanking, man handling, groping, nipple play, perversion, degrading, oral sex (f!receiving), pussy slapping, toji’s realllll nasty, praise, both of you are super needy and stupid, finger sucking, etc.
word count . 7.3k || author's note: no, not fever by enhypen. fever by vybz kartel, lock in w me now. fic based on this request! (not proofread) banner art by rororogi mogera <3
You told Toji to get that old piece of garbage you both called air conditioning fixed months ago.
Ever the cheapskate, Toji promised you he’d handle it himself. That was four weeks ago and now the machine has finally croaked—having breathed it’s final breath of cool air into your apartment somewhere throughout the night.
It’s the following day since then—where you've returned after a looong, exhausting day of work—and now the apartment is hot. The sun is outside blazing against the building’s exterior but due to the lack of cool air circulating the interior, you're left irritated rather quickly.
The heat occupying the air wouldn’t even be that bad if you had a fan or two but the ones you did have are more tasks that have fallen victim to Toji’s lack of handling as they lay broken in dusty closets.
And as for the man in question, he's laid out on the couch in nothing more than his boxers as if he owns the damn place.
Lazy bastard. He doesn't even pay his rent on time!
Ignoring the fact that you make up for it most months, it is all the more annoying to see him lounging around as soon as you get home. Especially when the house feels like what you imagine the inside of hell's darkest ass crack to be. Too much movement would surely result in one of you passing out from overheated exhaustion.
It's with great urgency that you strip yourself of your things, purposefully making an unnecessary amount of noise as you toss your keys onto the nearby counter. The sound seems to pull Toji's attention away from the TV ahead of him, earning a lazy turn of his head as he glances back to you.
He can't even get a full greeting out before you scoff.
"Toji," His shoulders slump in instant reaction to the sound of scolding in your voice. It's way too fucking hot for you to start an argument with him now. "You've been home all day and you still haven't fixed anything."
He grunts from across the way, turns his attention back to the TV, and then rolls his eyes, "Can't work in the heat, doll."
"You wouldn't have to if you fixed it as soon as I said something months ago." You throw back at him, pulling your body through hot air just to get to your fridge.
You wanted to be disappointed to see that there's no water in the freezer nor fridge, really. But when you look back over to where Toji's been sitting on his ass all dat—spotting more empty water bottles than you can count—you find an expected wave of disappointment slither into you.
"Said sorry for that already, didn't I?" He asks, the lack of true care in his voice doing nothing to ease your irritation with him.
At this rate, you'd be sending out offers for a new roommate by tomorrow morning.
The freezer is opened back up for a moment, your hand diving in to try and get some sort of cooled relief, even if only for a second. Unfortunately for you, that seems to be yet another thing in your apartment in need of fixing.
You let the freezer door slam and your forehead follows after it as you rest yourself against its outside. Sighing, "Sorry doesn't fix anything, Toji."
You couldn't see it but he was smiling at that. The only reason he's lasted this long in this apartment with you is because he doesn't mind your nagging too much—it keeps him on his toes most times. But after not listening to you for months, he wonders if he'll actually get in trouble with you this time around.
When he turns to get another look at you, he's met with the sight of your back as you make way towards the bathroom. Toji figured you're off to shower in hopes of cooling yourself off in the process.
Unfortunately for you, the building you live in has the opposite issue most complexes do and instead of running out of hot water, your place has an issue producing cold water. This wouldn't be so bad if the person who showered before you was conscious of how much he used.
But when annoyingly mild tempered water hits your fingers, you're left knowing exactly who to blame. Again.
He may enjoy living with you because he doesn't mind hearing you cold him, however you are slowly starting to dread sharing this apartment with him more and more as each day lugs on.
——
After a warm shower, you tuck yourself off into your bedroom only to find that it is undoubtedly the hottest room thus far. You try to ignore it as you pull on some shorts and a t-shirt that won't have you drenched in sweat come next morning but naturally it's difficult to do so once you lay yourself down.
You toss and turn against your sheets—comforter practically tossed to the floor, and body already beginning to perspire in a thin layer of sweat—until you manage to doze off for a solid ten minutes. Apparently that was all it took for your body to decide that sleeping under this heat was going to be impossible.
Which is how you end up out in the living room. Toji wasn't occupying the couch anymore so you tried to sleep there, figuring that if he could spend the whole day in one spot, you could spend a night sleeping there and it would provide you just the slightest bit of coolness in comparison to what you bedroom had given you.
Yet, every slight shift in your movement somehow made you impossibly hotter. The couch cushions did nothing but toast your skin and the humidity in the air led you into peeling yourself right off of the furniture and trudging towards the last known resort.
Toji's bedroom.
Now, you're no stranger to your roommate being quite the pervert—which is why you avoid his bedroom at all costs—but sometime back during the winter season, you do recall a few weeks were your apartment's heating system gave out and it was established then that Toji's bedroom had been the chilliest. He ended up sleeping in your room for some nights because of that, cuddling up against you in the name of sharing body heat.
So now that it's summertime, you're standing outside of his door hoping that something similar still applies to the temperature of his room. Your room is obviously the hottest, the living room and main area of the apartment barely fairs any better, and all that leaves his room to be hopefully a few degrees lighter than everywhere else.
You push his room door open sluggishly, nearly doused in sweat from head to toe as you trudge towards his bed and smack at his foot while you walk by. "You up?" your voice cuts through the air carelessly, earning a low grunt from the man sprawled out across his mattress. "Cool, move over."
That seems to wake Toji right up. His eyes peel open and he lets out a huff heavy enough to add to the heat occupying the rest of the apartment, but neither of you have the energy to say anything about it. "Why're you in here?" he asks as he scoots his large body over to give you some room.
For a short moment—and a short moment only—Toji wonders if the heat has finally made you come to your senses where he's concerned. He hoped that maybe a wet dream involving him brought you into his bedroom.
The weight of your body makes the bed dip in a bit as you shuffle onto his sheets right beside him, instantly melting into the faint frigidity it provides, and letting out a short sigh. "It's cooler in your room, so I'm sleeping in here tonight. You better get that shit fixed tomorrow."
Toji looks over and feels the excitement he had to share a bed with you rapidly die inside him as he's met with the sight of your back facing him. This wasn't the worst scenario possible, but he was really wishing for something more interesting to have led you into this position next to him.
He doesn't say anything in response to you with his mouth and decides on letting his eyes speak for him with the way they slide down your body. The shirt you have on was hugging your torso due to how much you'd been sweating, glued to every slight curve and dip of your frame, and leaving him unable to look away quickly enough.
It didn't take a genius to see that you were at ease beside him rather quickly. Toji is suddenly very appreciative for the slightly chiller conditioning of his bedroom. Technically it's still hot—as too much movement could quickly result in exhaustion just as it would in any other area of the apartment—but with you laying beside him in shorts small enough to drive him insane, he figures it's all worth it.
Meanwhile, you don't have to be facing Toji to know his eyes are on you. You could practically feel the way his gaze crawled over you, eventually settling onto the scarce fabric of your shorts that did little to conceal the entirety of your ass. There's a sudden and prominent urge to adjust the way your clothes are sitting on you, and Toji watches as you slowly move a hand to tug your shorts down an inch.
The scar at the corner of his lips shifts as his mouth twitches and he fights off a smirk.
He would never touch you without your permission or anything like that, but he was aware that you knew the real effects you had on him. Even laying beside him was enough to make his hips shift against the bed.
There was only so much space between your body and his, and his mattress wasn't the largest thing in the world so most movement was easily acknowledgeable. Even so, you decided to ignore it as best as you could.
Even though you could tell his hand had lifted from his side and moved somewhere towards his legs. Your eyes squeezed shut and you hoped silently that Toji wouldn't do what you figured he was about to.
Surely it was too hot for that.
Right?
At first he wasn't going to do anything. It started off as his fingers going off to pinch and tug at the fabric of his gym shorts, giving the steadily rising erection in between his legs some space to breathe. Then he told himself he wouldn't give it any attention and try to sleep it away.
Toji was on the same page as you in the beginning, he really was. Jerking off with you trying to sleep beside him was way too hot of an activity under all this warmth.
And yet, he's palming at his dick within the next twenty minutes. You drifted off just enough for him to be able to move without you noticing, and while he didn't touch you, he did lean over to glance over your shoulder to make sure you were fast asleep before his hand had wrapped around the bulge that'd formed against his shorts.
You'd shift around in your sleep a little and he'd twitch against his hand, watching the way your hip looks adjusting against the bed. Oh, the things he'd give to perch his hand there instead, turning his body over to cup yours and rubbing the outline of his hard cock up against the natural curve of your ass instead of his palm like some loser.
The thought alone brought his bottom lip up in between his teeth. Then he was moving his hands beneath his shorts and letting out a quiet breath of air. He didn't intend to jerk off like this. Seriously.
When his hand first makes contact with his dick, he shudders. Toji's tugged at his cock in thought of you over the years more times than he could count, but somehow this was different. He'd never done it next to you like this, where leaning over a couple inches brought your scent into his nose and the natural warmth of your body closer to intertwine with his.
Even back when he'd shared a bed with you during the winter he managed to control himself each night and refused to stroke himself. Well, right next to you, at least. He most definitely got off like a whore the very second you were gone.
Toji ends up spitting into the palm of his hand as quietly as he can manage before he pulls his cock free and rubs at the head whilst staring at your body. You seemed so upset with him earlier, sending those slight jabs his way. He's sure if it was a bit cooler, you would've cursed him clean out like you normally do.
But just the thought of the few comments you'd made thus far is enough to have him leaking into his hand as he finally wraps his fingers around his thick shaft and jerks off. The sounds of his actions are a bit loud, schlick after schlick after sopping schliiick. Technically you should've woken up, but the fact that you didn't made him all the more horny.
He knows you'd get annoyed if you caught him like this—the fact that he can't even handle you sleeping in his bed is definitely enough to piss you off.
Little did he know, you were pretending to sleep the entire time. You were in and out of your slumber, sure, but you certainly weren't able to get a full night's rest when the sound of your roommate touching his wet cock next to you was loud enough to drive any woman insane. There was an image of it somewhere in your head, courtesy of accidentally walking in on him in the bathroom a couple times in the past, so it was a little difficult to sleep with those thoughts combined with his strokes all in one hot night.
Not to mention the way he was panting behind you with not one care in the world for how noisy he was. Hell, some of his breaths managed to slither towards the back of your neck.
You made the mistake of adjusting yourself again and accidentally pushed back towards him, your ass nearly making contact with the side of his body. Toji had to grip at the base of his dick to stop himself from cumming just then, his next breath choking its way out of him before he could help it, and his other hand moving to pull his shirt up.
He went to bite down on the fabric to hopefully help with the sounds threatening to spill from his lips but it didn't help much.
The man resumed with his strokes and it wasn't long before you felt something land on your butt in thick spurts.
Despite the fact that you already had your eyes closed, they squeezed shut a little harder as you fought the urge to flinch. You hoped desperately that what you just felt wasn't what you thought it was. There was no way Toji managed to cum on your ass while you were "sleeping", right?
You figure that right then is as good a moment as any to stop pretending to be asleep and let yourself yawn—giving him a sign that you've stirred awake. Toji's body tenses up almost immediately, his eyes widening a fraction as he realizes what exactly he just did. He gulps, frantically looking around the bed to see what he can use as an excuse for the white mess currently drooling down the side of your ass.
Fairly enough, he has half a mind to snap a picture before you turn over. Just so he can have something to remember this by, y'know?
He doesn't though, considering how he moves to tuck his dick back into his shorts and clears his throat.
After which he moves to prop himself up on one of his elbows, and you feel something brushing against your butt. You can't help the way your eyes broaden.
Then you peek back at him from over your shoulder, and your gazes meet for a breif moment. There's not an ounce of guilt on his face and he only holds the eye contact with you for a few seconds before he looks back down to focus on what he's doing.
You follow along with the redirection and angle yourself back just enough to catch sight of what exactly is brushing against you. You see a cloth in his hand and watch silently for a few seconds as he wipes you clean.
Somewhere in your mind, you wondered if he was going to casually explain that he just came on you and then try to go to sleep like it was no big deal.
To your surprise, neither of those things happen.
The next bit of eye contact that's exchanged between the two of you is awkward. He's still wiping and you're just starring at him as try to figure out what you're supposed to say to him. What exactly was the proper way to react in this situation?
You're too hot to argue, too tired to be disgusted, and fainly aroused since you've always had a mutual attraction for the man that you've been trying to ignore for as long as you've been living with him.
“Sorry,” Toji’s the first to break the ice. “Had this in the bed,” he moves his other hand up and within it is a convienent bottle of lotion. Part of you wanted to laugh at him because of course he has enough junk in his bed to use as a cover up for what he'd really just spilt on you. "Saw some of it got on ya'," he finishes off with a half-apologetic grin on his lips.
You obviously knew that wasn't true since you heard every little detail of what he'd been doing—from spitting into his hand, to thoughtlessly huffing out your name under his breath. Toji wasn't fooling anyone here, but you'd let it slide for now.
“Might wanna change out of these,” he suggests in reference to your shorts, tapping at your butt once he's done wiping you off, “I could lend you somethin’, or—“
“No, it’s fine.” is all you say before you turn your head away.
With no warning, Toji ends up watching how you slide your hands down and swiftly remove your shorts—tossing them off the bed and then laying yourself back down as if to sleep.
He blinks.
Then his eyes unfortunately find themself on your panties because surely you were doing this on purpose now. Coming into his room this late because of the heat, sleeping next to him and nearly rubbing your ass against his body, and now clad in nothing more than a thin shirt and even thinner panties?
If he squinted hard enough at the right angle, he swears he'd catch sight of your pussy.
You heard him scoff behind you, then the weight in the bed shifts around as he decides to pay no mind to your attire this time. He already got off, so naturally there should be no need to go again.
…Even if you're clearly testing his patience.
——
Minutes fly by. Neither of you get a wink of rest.
You're starring blankly at the wall in front of you and Toji's left blindly looking up at the ceiling. Both of you tried to go to sleep, honestly.
But Toji kept adjusting his legs to stop the constant twitching of his cock and you repeatedly rubbed your legs together as if to lightly soothe the ache that'd came about after that whole fiasco of his seed ending up on you.
At this point the only thing occupying Toji's bedroom were two idiots in heat. Whether or not that meant heat in the literal sense or in the physical sense was beyond understanding to either of you.
After thirty minutes of you two staring into space and waiting on the other person to make a move, both of you manage to get some rest.
Though, it doesn't take much longer for you guys to realize that this was the worst possible outcome. Somewhere in your sleeping, your bodies naturally find one another. You'd think that under the hot air some distance would be created, but it seems as though you both had unintentionally different plans.
The next time you wake up, it's to the steady sound of something thumping against your ear. When your eyes flutter open, you're met with a naked chest and the feeling of something weighty wrapped around you.
The weight in question seems to be Toji's arm and the thumping you hear is coming from his beating heart. You lift your head a little to look up at his face and he's already giving you a half-lidded, groggy stare.
“It’s hot as shit in here ‘n you decide to lay on me? You’re tryin’ to kill me.” He mumbles, the very vibration of his deep voice involuntarily causing you to shift against him.
Both of your limbs are already tangled with one another, so the next movement of your body wakes you up fully as your clit presses somewhere up against his thigh.
You try to nudge at him playfully to distract yourself from the sensation that invoked, “No one’s trying to kill you, Toji. Hush.”
None the wiser, your roommate tries lifting his legs to move over a bit and accidentally grinds the firm muscle you'd already been pressed against, into you. You turn your face away just in time to hide the expression that tugs out of you, but fail to swallow down the sound that follows.
“Mmnh,” The sound floats out of you before you can control it.
Then Toji's brows scrunch up—as if he has any room (literally) to be confused, “Fuck was that?”
Your head shakes, “Nothing.”
That singular word flips some type of switch in his head, resulting in that same leg lifting up a few inches in between yours, and simultaneously pushing your body further up against his whilst rubbing between the dampened fabric concealing your core. Your jaw falls open helplessly this time and Toji eyes the way your hand flies down to his chest as if to grab at it.
Technically you were trying to brace yourself, but the breathy bit of air you release along with all the movement makes him cock a brow.
“You sweatin’ down here?” Toji asks bluntly, now dragging his leg back down just to cop a bit of a better feel than the first time.
It would be obvious to anyone with eyes that neither of you were in your right mind at the moment. He was openly teasing you and you weren't shutting it down like you normally do. Perhaps it was the heat or the lack of proper rest under it—but either way—the two of you were clearly falling victim to the same sensations.
Your lashes flutter again and you hunch forward towards him a bit, “That’s not-," his leg adjusts again, the bulky muscle in his thigh flexing, "Toji.”
“What? That’s not what?” He grabs at your chin and tugs your face up to look at him properly, “Talk to me, doll. Tell me what that is I’m feelin’.”
The forced eye contact makes you throb. You suppose right then that the heat had finally gotten to you. Otherwise you wouldn't be feeling the way you do at the moment.
Right?
Your body adjust against him slightly and you fight the urge to let your eyes fall back as pleasure jolts throughout your body from the feel of your clit catching the firm build of his leg. “It’s not sweat, Toji.” You admit honestly.
There's a singular beat of silence that passes, filled only with your hardly discreet way of grinding against his leg, and him aiding you through every faint gyration.
“Mh.” His hum rumbles lowly, “So, you’re horny.”
You drop your face down into his chest out of embarrassment and you playfully smack at him, “Don’t say it like that!”
“Say it like what? It’s true." Toji cocks his head over and watches how your body is betraying your embarrassment. Then he finds himself smirking all over again as he his face back toward you, lips angling to your ear, "Your pussy’s droolin’ all against my thigh right now—should I have said it like that instead?”
You almost moan, “N-No."
“Hah.” Now he's smirking in full force, hands having gone to your sides just to feel your body twitching as they slide lower and lower, “Go ahead ‘n move your hips—rub one out against me, baby.”
There's a groan that snakes out of your throat in response before your hand curls into a frustrated ball against the planes of his abs, “Don’t call me that.”
Toji's hands grip at your hips and his voice seductively caresses itself throughout your eardrums, “Want me to do it for you?" Your head shakes in response to his question and he tuts, "Alright then rub that pussy against me, lemme feel her real good.”
And what more permission did you need?
You pluck your body away from being sandwiched to his, sitting up at some half-angle and let your hips buck forward just once. Toji smiles and wastes not one second in dragging his clammy palm around to properly grope at the fat of your ass.
“Mhm,” he hums encouragingly, to which you let off an airy sound that has his cock aching for attention all over again. “There you go. Keep making yourself feel good, pretty girl.”
“Toji," his name leaves you in something just short of a moan, and it's overtly apparent now that both of you are overcome with a mutual neediness.
His hand squeezes at your ass with each rock 'n shy rut of your hips—guiding you with your steady grinding over his thigh. Then you feel your clit roll at a rather juicy angle, quickly resulting in your upper half flopping back down against Toji.
He feels a hot pant fan out across his chest and he has to bite at his lip again to stop himself from making all kinds of noises. This was everything he'd fantasied about and more if he was being completely honest.
“So fuckin’ sexy,” Toji compliments with a greedy tug of your body, weeping a webby lather of precum from the slit of his cock in reaction to having your tits pressed against his naked skin—your perked nipples rubbing against him in a fashion near to the way your clit traveled his thigh beyond your panties. “My dick’s gonna start hurtin’ if I don’t do something. Can’t keep watching you like this.”
You're the one holding back responses now, instead answering him with a sudden kiss against his left pec. Toji's lips separate and he breathes out something soft once your hand slips down to the waistband of his shabby shorts.
“Can I?” You whisper against his skin, lips smearing.
Toji looks at you like you just asked him the dumbest question in the world. Then he scoffs, “Go ahead.“
You waste no time in dipping your hand beneath the dark fabric to haul his cock free. In your hand is a weight nothing could've prepared you for.
Toji's got a freakishly heavy cock, to say the least. It's massive within your fingers and when you look down at it, you almost moan from the sight alone.
Even though his room was rather dark, there was enough moonlight spilling in from the distant window to have the cum gathered around his plump head glistening. Your thumb pushed up and slipped right against that pretty slit of his, earning a sharp crack in his breathing.
Toji feels your the pad of your thumb applying pressure before he groans. Then you stroke downwards towards his base, feeling the dark, sweaty hairs of surrounding it tickle your skin.
“Shit," You mutter.
He—annoyingly—starts smirking at you again, “Big, ain’t it?”
Your eyes roll, then you turn your head back up to look at him, “Shut up.”
The next few minutes consist of you jerking him off whilst you continue grinding against his leg. Toji mutters filth under his breath that you're too horny to hear, and both of you are now sweating against one another for entirely different reasons.
Toji expects this act to be the very peak of his expectations, but amid your perfected strokes—because fuck if your hand isn't the best thing he's felt around his dick in weeks—your mouth meets his chest again, and he's quickly caught off guard by the way your lips wrap around one of his nipples. Your tongue swirls aimlessly, tugging the bud further past your lips whilst indulging in two other fruitless acts of pleasure simultaneously.
For a while you were convinced that Toji's laziness translated in the bed as well since he damn sure wasn't doing much aside from letting you rub all over him in every available aspect.
That was until he felt your breaths coming in shorter and your hand gripping at his cock a bit tighter to brace yourself for something. It was rather adorable how quickly you tensed up against him as your orgasm approached. All he could do was sit there and swallow down his groans as you gripped his cock and moaned against his nipple, clit throbbing at his thigh and cunt leaking your panties into a soaking mess.
The moment your body starts to convulse and he realizes you're cumming, his hand slides under your panties and he palms the bare skin of your ass before applying a hefty bit of pressure—weighing your body harder down against his thigh so you have no room to run from the orgasm that crashes over you.
Feeling you cum against his leg is easily one of the best feelings in the world in his opinion. He would have the air conditioning broken for months if this would be the result every night.
Not that he tells you this, of course.
As you're panting and trying to steady your breathing, Toji finally decides to stop being lazy and causes your hand to fall away from his length as he suddenly shifts about to push you over.
You land on your back and gasp, blinking rapidly before he's positioning himself above you—cock dangling nastily and sloppily kissing against the skin of your naked thigh. Toji's big arms bracket the sides of you body and you stare up at him innocently, as if you didn't just rub one out on his thigh and leech onto him throughout the entire ordeal.
“What’re you doing?” you ask.
“You want me to fuck you, right?” Toji hums, abruptly hooking an arm under one of your knees and lifting your leg up. Then he's doing the same to your other leg and your breath is tangling around somewhere in your lungs. You're barely given a proper moment to process what's going in before he's dipping down in between your clammy legs as if it's second nature, "Gotta make you cum for me first."
"But I just—"
"Nah," Toji's smiles once he's got a face full of your pussy in front of him—your flimsy panties the only thing between his starving mouth and what was about to serve as a refreshment for him, "Not like that. On my tongue."
That's the only warning he gives you before diving in.
It should've been too hot for half of the things you two had done so far and yet here you were anyway—letting him grind the entirety of his mouth against the gorgeously swollen mound of your pussy, his teeth baring out to tug your panties over to the side so he could properly suction his lips to you. Your underwear is kept to the side by a singular thumb that he angles over, and his mouth is nothing short of disgusting against you.
In fact, the entire lower half of his face is nasty when met with your pussy. The tip of his nose nuzzles against your frazzled clit, and his lips motion outwardly before he sucks the slick out from in between your folds—tongue coming through to lap at it as if rewarded. When he groans, you feel the sound thunder against the entire lower half of your body.
Toji's busy going to town until you both are a mess of mixed sweat and pleasureful tears. Your hand found his hair somewhere in between his long tongue curving up inside you, and since then you've been grinding upwards against him, practically riding his face whilst he fucked you right back down into the matress with his mouth alone.
The same mattress of which rocked with both of your combined movements. The volume of your moaning and his groaning was surely enough to earn a noise complaint from a nearby neighbor the following morning but obviously neither of you cared.
Between Toji's tongue and the heat that continued to make you sweat into his sheets at a ridiculous rate, your next orgasm comes far heavier than the first one had. So much so that you were squirming all against your roommate, trying to push at his head as if you didn't want to cum—your poor mind scrambled from everything that'd taken place thus far.
It's not until after you spill something weepy into his mouth that he peels his mouth off of you and wipes at his mouth, licking the remnants that smear across his hand immediately after.
Yet even then Toji doesn't give you much time to recover. If anything, he gives you no time to recover whatsoever.
Your eyes are still stinging from prickly tears of pleasure, and as you're blinking them away, you catch sight of him crawling his way back up over you. Next thing you know and his mouth meets yours in a singular, haphazard kiss that consists of a slanted tongue sloppily breaking past your lips and a groan pouring into your opened mouth.
Then his cock slips against your exposed folds, a thumping vein felt mapping the outskirts of your sensitive clit before he angles one hand down to grip his base. Your body latches onto his all over again, arms wrapping around his neck despite the sweat on your skin making the both of you slip 'n slide against one another.
Toji smiles into his next set of smooches, trailing his kisses down to your jaw, and eventually the warm side of your neck before feeling you roll your body upwards—cunt kissing the head of his dick as he slides it downwards in one heavy motion.
“Awh, look at you grindin’ on my tip like that. You want this fat cock inside you, huh?” His voice slathers itself into your skin and it's making you impossibly hotter underneath him, but you couldn't be bothered with it right now. Which is exactly why you nod in response, and he leans up a little to look you in the eyes whilst releasing his length from his grip, “Yeahh? Here, take it then—let me see you put it in.”
No seconds are wasted as you dip your hand down and comfortably wrap your fingers around him, giving him a couple tugs that he can't help but glance down at. Toji eventually obeys your short tugs 'n pulls by letting his body follow the motion until his tip is getting snagged by your goopy entrance—globs of slick sobbing all over his first few pudgy inches.
The very moment he starts sliding into you, you're whining and he's left moaning above you.
“Ohmygodd,” His dick easily stretches you out a bit more than you were expecting it to, the sheer girth of him jerking a gaspy little call of his name out of your lungs, “Toji-, Toji!”
“What, what? What’s wrong?” He pauses rather quickly to ensure he's not hurting you or something, hardly even halfway inside you and staring down at your twisting face with worried eyes.
You’re panting, nails having moved to dig into his arms already, “You’re too fuckin’ big.”
That makes Toji grin before he huffs, “No such thing.” and pulls back to spank your cunt with the weight of his cock a couple times. He only tops to spit at his four fingers before smacking you with his dick again, inching in afterwards and reassuring you with a rather gently murmured, “She can take me.”
Your head shakes but there’s an eager glimmer in your eye whilst you whisper back to him warningly, “Just… go slow.”
“Mmmh, I’ll try,” He tells you before leaning down to kiss your cheek and whispering, “Just for you.”
Then he's nudging his way into you—inch by inch until his chubby balls are left flush against your sweat-glossed skin and his tip is bumping against your hilt.
He looks down and sees his cock bulging against your skin. Then he thumbs at your clit and tutts—popping a pout at how puffy your pussy lips are around his dick already. “Look at that slutty pussy—she knows how to take cock juuuust fine.”
Your walls constrict around him just once and the next thing you know, Toji's rocking himself in 'n out of you perfectly. Your insides seem to mold to the shape of him in a matter of minutes, getting used to his wide size and taking him in deeper as he moves along.
The sounds of sex practically cloud the room, his cock fucking into you faster than you can keep up with and your mushy walls sucking him in farther than he can comprehend. Sweat drips off of his body and onto your and the both of you are an utter mess of one another.
Every now and then he'd lean down to kiss you but the gesture always comes shabbier than the last, lips maligning across one another whilst warm saliva is exchanged and left across both of your faces.
Your hand makes the mistake of moving to his lower abdomen and pushing at his body just a few seconds after he starts fucking you down into the mattress—the bed rocking and shaking beneath your bodies—and Toji seems ticked off for half a second.
Then he nods his chin at your wrist, "Move your fuckin' hand and feel it, feel that dick inside you. Stretchin' you out real good."
He's not entirely sure if it's his words or the way he starts plowing forward even faster, but the slippery squelches one of those invokes from you most certainly is not something he imagines. Then your moans increase in volume and Toji figures he doesn't need a neighbor scolding the two of you for this tomorrow so he brings a hand up to your chin and then props his thumb up to your bottom lip.
“Open up, doll.” He orders plainly, to which you take his finger in without him even having to ask. Toji smiles at the sight, “Atta girllll, now suck on it.”
You do exactly that for him, the action suppressing how loud your moans are for a while until his cock knocks across your cervix and leads you to bite down on his thumb. The sensation is sudden and sharp, which nearly makes Toji's eyes cross for a moment.
Words couldn't describe what that little bit of pain did to him, honestly. All you both know is that within the next few seconds, something creamy is flooding your insides and making you two many degrees hotter than you'd been earlier.
Your brains turn off in sync after that and he's just thrusting mindlessly for another minute or two, as if to make sure he's properly bred you or something. Then his fingers move to the side of your neck and his thumb slides out of your mouth—leaving a thin trail of saliva in its wake—and his entire hand goes off to cradle the back of your head.
You gasp once Toji lifts you up from the bed in one, freakishly strong tug, still humping his dick into you slightly before your mouths collide somewhere in the air. You're hauled all the way up until he's sitting back on his heels and you're appropriately sat on top of him. Both of your arms and hands are everywhere on each other's body, and it feels like something utterly depraved as taken over.
The kisses you share is a slop of tugged lips and sucked tongues, mingled with breathy moans and murmurs of your names until his hands find the underside of your thighs and move to bounce you up and down on his cock.
A whine is punctured directly out of you as you're lifted, gravity aiding Toji in plopping you right back down onto his cum-smothered base. Then his mouth finds one of your tits and he's drooling all over you.
You thought you were unsure of what had gotten into you but apparently Toji was far worse off. It's like the heat of the room was of no concern anymore. The only thing that mattered to him was having your body be thoroughly appreciated by every part of him he had to offer.
He's even mumbling into you while his tongue swirls around your nipple, “So fuckin’ hot it here,” he puffs, “Making me lose my goddamn mind—fuckin’ you like this. Hahhh.”
You're babbling nonsense with your arms wrapped around hims head, “Tojiiii-, aanh! You feel s-so good inside me.”
Which, makes him feel all proud inside for the nth time tonight, “I know I do." His hands grasp at the thick of your hips again and he squeezes your skin just once before moving you vertically around the sticky inches of his length, “Feel good when I bounce you up ‘n down my dick like this too?”
You’re nodding stupidly. Then his hands find your asscheeks and he's groping you the way he's always wanted to.
Plap after plap after plap bounces against the walls and his cum has evenly started to leak down against his balls and drip onto his sheets—which were already a mess to begin with.
Then his head flies back and his hair is sticking to his skin due to sweat, “Fuuuck, I’m gonna cum again." He warns, tipping his chin down a moment to meet eyes with you, "You ready for it, doll? Hm? Gonna fuck it into you.”
He earns another dumb nod of your head as you press into him. Whimpering, “Fill me up, Toji. Pleeease?"
The next and final load that he shoots into you comes in uneven bursts, painting your walls in a sluggish fashion before both of your bodies go still against one another. Well, safe for you shuddering as you release right along with him.
You're still hugging his head and he's still got his arms wrapped tightly around you but that only lasts for a few seconds before both of you feel another wave of heat draft over you. Then, for the first time in forever, you're remind of how you ended up in his room to begin with.
Toji lifts his head up to kiss your shoulder, “I uh-, fuck." He snorts into your skin—regretting it directly after since the sweat on both of your skin is beginning to make your bodies feel glued to one another, "I would’ve put on a condom but uhm… s’too hot for that.”
You scoff at him, “Liar, you ran out of condoms three weeks ago.”
“Yeah, you’re right.” He mumbles back.
Then he realizes there's no way you'd know that unless you were just as much of a disgusting pervert as he was and had been tracking the number of condoms he had in the same way he'd been tracking how many pairs of panties you'd allowed to go missing over the past month.
Pulling away from your shoulder and blinking, “Wait a damn minute.”
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