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✮ tutor!geto would make you study for your finals with his huge cock buried deep inside you.

the chair creaked under the weight of both of you, and you felt his warmth through his shirt where your back pressed against his chest. your head rested on his shoulder, your thighs spread wide over his. you were completely naked while he still wore black dress pants that hugged his thick thighs, tie hung loose, sleeves were rolled up to his elbows. his jacket lay in a heap on the floor by your feet.

he's inside you. all the way, impossibly deep, buried to the hilt, and he didn’t move for four minutes.

“alright, sweetheart,” his voice was low and warm by your ear, and you felt it rumble through his chest. “first one’s easy. define the second law of thermodynamics.” you squeezed around him without thinking, and he let out a quiet, strained groan that told you he felt every bit of it.

“nnghh…” you started, and he chuckled.

“that’s not an answer, baby.”

“uh… the entropy of an isolated system…” you gasped when he rolled his hips just enough to drag the head along your inner wall, “…never decreases. it… mmgh— it either increases or stays the same…”

“good girl.” his hands settled on your hips, and he gave you one hard thrust upward, driving so deep your vision went white. “mhm. that’s your reward.”

“haaah—” your head fell back against his shoulder, your lips parted. “fuck…”

r4venbitee

Occupied!

doing the bathroom tour prank on husband!toji.

Your day was so boring.

You had been scrolling all day on social media, practically rotting on the couch, just trying to find something that might entertain you.

And that's exactly when you stumbled across that new bathroom tour trend. It was so stupidly hilarious that you knew right then and there, your husband was about to become your next victim.

You were sitting on the couch with that suspicious grin on your face all day long, just waiting for him to get inside that bathroom and hear the door click.

You had already been soft-launching the fact that you wanted to make a few changes to the bathroom decoration here and there, which hadn't confused him all that much at the time. “You can do whatever you want, baby,” was his casual reply when you told him you might ask your best friend for some tips.

So the moment that damn door finally clicked shut, you rushed to grab your phone. You whipped the camera on, marching straight down the hall and stumbling into the bathroom like absolutely no one was inside.

Since you were both incredibly comfortable in your relationship, Toji didn't even really react at first; he just briefly looked up at you from the toilet before going right back to scrolling on his own phone. That was until he noticed your phone raised up in your hand, and heard you start talking to the screen as you pointed directly at the wall opposite him.

“I'm thinking of putting a shelf right here... maybe some books on it or something...”

“The fuck?” He muttered, his eyebrows drawing together as he stared at you.

You completely ignored him and turned, pointing toward the wall where he was sitting, intentionally capturing half of his frame on camera. “A little plant might fit perfectly in here... you can give me your opinion later.”

Toji immediately ducked his head down, trying his best to escape the lens. It was so serious to him that he even clicked off his own phone. “What the fuck are you doing?”

He started to grow more irritated as you continued to ignore him, fully committed to your little fake bathroom tour. “Last time you told me a picture here would be good... I'll consider that too...”

Stuck in a rare position of total vulnerability, the only resort he had left was launching whatever was within arm's reach at you so you would leave him alone. He started grabbing towels and the plastic bottles of detergent left on the counter, chucking them your way as he yelled.

“Get the hell outta here!”

He pelted you so relentlessly with rolls of toilet paper that you finally broke character, sprinting out of the bathroom laughing like crazy and slamming the door shut so he could finish his business in peace.

“Send that to anyone and I'll murder you!” his muffled voice screamed from the other side of the door.

lambtothehabit

holy shit.

he’s never looked better.

t0jisbunny

beach day with husband!toji ends with him taking your bikini off with his teeth! ꒰♡

cws; chubby!reader, face sitting, car sex, backshots, pulling out, reader is three months postpartum and toji worships her body even more !! ݁˖

a day at the beach quickly reminded you why you don’t wear bikinis, or anything even remotely revealing, around your boyfriend.

he might be older, but the second he catches even a glimpse of skin, he’s all over you like a sex-crazed teenage boy. and today? you’d never seen anything like it. he was feral.

it’s not liked you hated the attention — it was nice, considering you were only three months postpartum and your body was far from ‘bouncing back’ yet. in fact, it was clear toji almost liked your body more this way.

the second you took off your cover up and laid down on the sand, your husband was all over you.

toji perches next to you, tilting his sunglasses down to get a good look at you, tongue darting out to lick his suddenly dry lips. he doesn’t say anything for a while, just stares, letting you feel the weight of his gaze.

"ever heard of the phrase ‘take a picture, it’ll last longer’ ?" you say, head resting on your arms, back and plump ass on full display. toji snickers, "can’t look at my sexy wife now?"

you turn to the side, soft tummy now visible to him. his cock twitches beneath his swim shorts. "well, stop staring. you’re making me insecure," you whine, trying to roll back on your stomach before two strong hands stop you.

toji’s hands roam your figure greedily, squeezing and groping every inch of skin accessible to him — cock hardening further at the sight of your full breasts barely covered by your bikini top. "and now you’re feeling me up at the beach when there’s people around…" you say, smiling faintly.

"can’t help it, doll. shit— y’just look so damn good," he purrs, giving your ass an extra firm squeeze. "got any idea how hard you’re makin’ me?"

"toji!" you say, shooting toji a shocked yet playful glance, looking down and realising he wasn’t kidding — a prominent tent in his shorts with your name written all over it.

in all fairness, it was rare you got a day to yourselves anymore, with work and the kids, the poor man barely got any time alone to ogle you properly. thankfully for you both, the kids were with your parents today.

toji stands, picking you up effortlessly, taking you to the car parked in the lot nearby. you giggle as he throws you over his shoulder, walking away like he couldn’t give two fucks who saw. because he didn’t.

"toji fushiguro. where are you taking me," you say, ass being firmly squeezed as toji walked with purpose.

"takin’ you to the nearest place i can bury my face in your cunt without anyone seeing."

once you reach the car, toji gets in first, reclining the passenger seat back until it was practically flat. then, he grabs you, placing you on his lap, slamming the car door shut. "baby, do you know how hot it is today? were gonna melt in here!" you say.

"yeah? then stop complainin’ and sit on my face before ya’ get the chance," he purrs, dragging you up to his chest, beginning to kiss your thighs hungrily, sharp canines grazing your skin. he tilts his head up, grabbing the loose ties of your bikini bottoms between his teeth, pulling until they came undone.

without wasting another second, toji grips your plush thighs, pulling you onto his face. immediately, his tongue darts out, gliding through your folds, tasting your slick. he uses the lubrication of your slick and his saliva to make out sloppily with your clit, groaning as he does.

"mnn, toji—" you moan out, beginning to pant lightly, hands gripping his dark hair. he’s eating you like he’s starving — flicking and sucking your clit with his lips and tongue like he can’t get enough. "i’m so fuckin’ lucky—shit, ride my face, baby," your husband growls, moving your his against his face with ease.

you buck your hips against his face with enthusiasm, the other side of your bikini still fastened on your other hip, reminding you just how hungry your husband is for you. "could spend all day with my face buried in this pussy," toji rasps, shaking his head from side to side, humming in contentment.

your moans become louder, head thrown back in pleasure, now almost needier than toji — desperate to be filled. "p-please, hnnn—need you inside me," you plead, sipping home clenching around nothing.

he looks up at you after releasing your clit with a wet pop, chin glistening from your slick. "i know, baby. gonna make that needy lil’ pussy nice n’ full with my dick," he responds, moving you down his body, peeling his shorts down to release his heavy, throbbing cock.

even after years of marriage, the sight never got old. he’s just so damn big all over — especially below the belt.

you palm toji’s cock a few times with your hand before lowering yourself down. you gasp sharply and toji hisses through his teeth as he feels your tight walls envelop him. you plant your feet down on the leather seat, beginning to bounce up and down on his thick length.

the car begins to fill with the sound of skin slapping together, along with lewd set noises coming from your cunt. "fuuuckk, always look so good ridin’ my dick," toji praises, gripping your hips, eyes fixed on his cock disappearing inside your pussy.

he supports your body as you slam up and down, your supple body making it easier for him to grip you. "hnnghh—you’re so deep," you mewl, placing one hand on the car window, beginning not to care who the fuck saw you.

just as your thighs begin to burn, toji flips your positions, knowing you well enough to take over when you need him to. your face is damn near squished up against the window as toji presses you into a filthy arch, delivering a sharp smack to your ass — watching it ripple from the contact.

"my wife has the sexiest ass," he rasps, placing both hands on your cheeks and spreading them as he pushes back in. though there was limited room to move freely, he makes it work, settings a relentless pace as he rips the other side of your bikini clean off.

“ohmygod—fuck me so good" you moan, the car windows becoming foggy. "atta girl, take it all—hah—makin’ me wanna put another kid in ya’," he pants lightly.

the car shakes from the force of toji’s thrusts, hips snapping forwards repeatedly, the thick head of his cock kissing your cervix. you gasp as his thumb circles your other tight entrance, pushing in a little, both holes now occupied.

"shit—maybe i should fuck this tight ass next, huh?" he says, voice low and gravelly, still rutting into you.

your head begins to spin from the pleasure of toji’s precise strokes, each one hitting the spots you can’t reach on your own. "m’gonna—ahnnn!—cum," you cry out.

toji feels your cunt flutter and contract around his length, leaning forward and forcing himself deeper inside of you — using his hand to grip your chin. "lemme see this pretty face while you cream all over my dick, baby."

his filthy words push you over the edge, creamy white rings forming at the girthy base of his cock as you cum hard.

both of you moan and pant frantically, your knees weak as he fucks you through the aftershocks of your orgasm — his lips beginning to attack your neck with kisses and licks as his nears his own peak. "got no idea how much i wanna—haah—fill this pussy up with my load. watch it leak out when y’put that slutty lil’ bikini back on."

you can only whimper and pant at his words, feeling his hips stutter, thrusts gradually becoming more shallow. it kills him to pull out, but he does, leaning back and palming himself a few times before releasing warm spurts of cum all over your ass and lower back.

when he’s done, he strokes your hip soothingly, admiring the mess he’d made all over his favourite girl. "did so good, sweetheart," he praises.

"i don’t think i can walk back to the beach after that," you say, still panting slightly, barely daring to move in fear that toji’s cum will leak all over the car.

"we’ll go back and get our stuff then i’ll take you home n’ fuck you proper."

"sounds like a plan."

a/n; i sweaarrrr i’m posting that shoko fic soon i wanted to finish this first since summer is kinda coming to an end | art by ameamezou on ig !!

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sweethearticism

maybeee bringing back the king of curses into the modern era and keeping him restricted by a binding vow was not a good idea. but really, when does jujutsu society ever make a good decision?

and, maybe, making 𝐒𝐔𝐊𝐔𝐍𝐀 a teacher and electing you as his guide was a bad move all around. for various reasons.

well, for one. he was rude. secondly, painfully old fashioned so now you're teaching him about cellphones. and lastly?

uh, he wants to eat you.

no, not in the sexy way. not in the 'spread your legs and lemme feast' way. ryomen sukuna actually, wholly, truly. . . wants to sink his teeth into your flesh, and consume you.

“just a bite.” he offers and nudges his chair closer in the teacher's break room. you bite you sandwich and shift further.

“no.” you're muffled, but firm, cutting him a glare over a tomato.

at first this unnerved you. when you were introduced to him and the first thing this bastard did was lick his teeth and grunt that you must taste like the finest of wine. you assumed innuendo.

you were proven wrong when the fucker lunged at you and had to be yanked back by gojo.

now? you're far too used to it.

“this is injust.” he motions to your sandwich, like your combination of lettuce, bacon and tomato was a federal crime. “you are allowed to eat your pathetic, favourite foods. why not me?”

you shoot him another look and nudge the bowl of miso over to him. “you said miso was your favourite.”

“I lied. I want you.”

“I don't know what cannibalistic charm you think you have but it's actually fucking creepy.”

“just a nibble.”

“no.”

nanaslutt

The nastiest man alive

ft.Geto Suguru

contains: fem reader, spitting, finger sucking, spanking, begging, dirty talk, rough sex, dacraphillia, cum eating, unprotected sex, cumming inside, multiple rounds, established relationship

MDNI

°❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･°❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･°❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･°❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･°❀⋆.ೃ

6x-x9

PART 1

ಇ.word count: 5.5k ಇ.art by: @!narutoss.ramen on X

ಇ.pairing: Nerd!Satoru x Nerd!Reader

ಇ.content & warnings: ꒰non canon au ⋮⋮ crack! ⋮⋮ reader & satoru are heavily inexperienced ⋮⋮ Satoru being annoying otp ⋮⋮ bad sexting ⋮⋮ masturbation m & f ⋮⋮ reader humps a pillow ⋮⋮ oral. fem rec ⋮⋮ loss of virginity ⋮⋮ p in v ⋮⋮ multi-orgasms ⋮⋮ c-pied ⋮⋮ cum eating ⋮⋮ kissing꒱

It had been a week. One whole week since the two of you had officially, undeniably, ridiculously become a couple. Your boyfriend. You still were not entirely sure how that word had ended up belonging to Satoru Gojo.

Sometimes you would be doing something completely ordinary. Brushing your teeth. Standing in line at the grocery store. Trying to decide what to eat for dinner. And your brain would suddenly go. Oh. Satoru is your boyfriend. Then you would have to stand there for a moment. Staring blankly at whatever was in front of you while your face slowly heated.

It was stupid. You had had boyfriends before. Technically. Well— Maybe not. Okay. No. Not really. But Satoru was different. Satoru was the person who had somehow gone from a complete stranger you met at a Doraemon expo, to the man whose name sat permanently pinned at the top of your messages.

gojosconsort

︵ ೀ mdni. satoru likes to get choked by you

“harder.”

your hand rests loosely around the base of satoru’s throat, more unintentional than intention, but the second the word leaves his mouth you stop.

you freeze for half a second, hips stopping where they are straddling him, but he doesn’t let you pull away. his much larger hand covers yours, pressing your fingers tighter against the sides of his neck and encouraging you to increase the pressure.

his snowy hair is a wild mess on the pillow. color burns high in his cheeks, and his bright blue eyes turn glassy as he stares up at you. his chest rises and falls quickly as you apply slow pressure, feeling his pulse race beneath your palm.

“fuck… yeah, just like that.”

his hips push upward, driving deeper inside you and stretching you open with each thrust. a broken moan slips from his lips when you add more pressure.

“use me,” he breathes. “use my throat, baby. choke me while you ride me.”

you lean forward, bracing more of your weight on the hand around his throat, and his eyes flutter. another gorgeous broken moan spills out as you squeeze harder. his hands grip your hips tighter, fingers digging into your skin as he helps you move faster, deeper.

“shit— that’s it. fuck, you look so pretty choking me out. don’t stop. ruin me. i want bruises tomorrow.”

every roll of your hips makes him groan louder, the sounds getting breathier the tighter you hold. his throat bobs under your palm with every swallowed gasp. you have never seen him like this, so eager to be used, and it makes you dizzy.

“harder, baby. make me yours,” he pants. he presses your hand tighter against his neck. “i’m so fucking close—use me. choke me while i come.”

toruslut

18+ mdni

your mind felt hazy as toji slammed his hips into you, his thick, girthy cock stretching you out so deliciously. lewd screams left your parted lips as you felt his leaky tip brush against the spongy spot that made your eyes roll back.

"fuck—jii!"

low, raspy grunts escaped his chest as he threw his head back and grabbed your ass. a few strands of dark hair clung to his damp forehead, and his face contorted with pleasure. he was always so handsy, letting his rough hands roam all over you. he spread your cheeks apart so he could see your pretty pussy gushing around his length.

"shit—haah—arch that back for me, baby."

this was his favorite position: doggy style. toji loved watching your ass jiggle as you arched your back, your face smushed against the mattress, and your hair mussed up.

"toji—feel s’good," you moaned helplessly.

"fucking slut."

he felt your walls clench around him, his hips stuttering as your sweet cunt dripped down his slick length at his words. toji let out a small laugh, clearly amused.

"you like gettin’ called a slut, doll?" toji asked, leaving a loud smack on your ass.

"fuck—yesyesyes" you repeated pathetically. you could feel your body going numb as your mind began to run in circles.

toji reached for your hair, pushing it so you could turn your face to him. his jade eyes were dark as he smushed your cheeks together, admiring how wrecked you looked: black mascara running down your face, drool dripping from your chin and coating his fingers, your sweet half-lidded eyes staring at him with need.

"whore."

this earned you a final whiny, cute mewl. as you gushed and squirted all over his cock, your head fell back onto the soft pillow. you could almost feel toji's grin behind you.

the sound of his fingers suddenly connecting with your skin again, making a loud smack, snapped you out of your thoughts. you turned your head back around to look at him and found him already smiling at you.

"good girl. now make me cum."

another one dj khalid. made by toruslut

t0jisbunny

sukuna is the master of dual stimulation ♡︎

read a/n - short drabble, dual stim, soft degrading, orgasm, part of my true form!sukuna x his favourite chubby concubine series. more here

sukuna knows exactly how to please a woman. after all, he’s over one thousand years old with two of everything.

four arms, four eyes, two mouths and two thick cocks that you can barely wrap your hands around. the man was practically built to pleasure.

that being said, he excelled in dual stimulation. tonight being a perfect example.

he has two thick fingers buried inside of your cunt as you straddle his lap, two of his other hands occupied by gripping your hips — keeping you still.

"look at this tight little cunt sucking my fingers in, such a greedy brat, aren’t you" sukuna rasps, curling his fingers further upwards, drawing a long and needy moan from you.

you try to buck your hips against his hand, ultimately failing due to his strong hold on your hips. "nmmm, kuna’… more — need it," you whine, pussy fluttering helplessly around his digits.

sukuna hums lowly, slowing his fingers enough for you to whine pathetically. "where are your manners, brat."

"please, oh — please,” you mewl, watching him smirk wickedly in response.

sukuna manifests a mouth on his hand, tongue darting out to begin flicking against your neglected clit. "pathetic little thing," he purrs, the pain of your fingernails digging into his shoulders only spurring him on.

the dual stimulation had you curling your toes against the sheets, slick coating sukuna’s wrist and fingers.

gauging your reactions, sukuna increases his efforts, warm tongue moving faster against your little nub. "you’re close," he says, watching the way your chest rises and falls rapidly.

you nod feverishly, thick thighs beginning to twitch and shake the closer you got to orgasm. "yes, ahhnnn — m’so close."

the lips on sukuna’s hand close around your clit, sucking it in repeatedly — fingers continuing to reach the deepest parts of you.

he loosens his grips on your hips, letting you chase it. "get on with it, cum."

moaning shamelessly, you tip over the edge, pussy contracting around sukuna’s fingers as you orgasm. as usual, you’re lost for words; any coherent thoughts suddenly gone.

"poor thing, going dumb on my fingers," he teases with mock sympathy. he eases you through the aftershocks, eventually slowing his movements.

you pant heavily as sukuna withdraws his fingers, tongue sinking back into the open mouth on his hand.

he brings his fingers to your mouth, sticky from your release, trailing them across your bottom lip. "open your mouth, woman."

you oblige, eyes half-lidded and lazy as you take sukuna’s fingers into your mouth, tasting yourself on them.

you’d stay like this on his lap all night if he’d let you.

a/n; let’s all collectively pretend sukuna can manifest a mouth on his hand in true form for the sake of this fic ok..

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art by dickerystuf on ig !!

tays-writing

!nerdjo x reader | part 8

Exam stress leads to a late night horny decision. Everything is going great, until the guy in the video starts sounding a little too familiar

part 1 here! . part 2 here! . part 3 here! . part 4 here! part 5 here! part 6 here! . part 7 here!

cr: 3vangel1ne_ on X

cw: vaginal sex, cowgirl position, belly bulge, creampie, oral sex (f&m rec), shower sex, fingering, squirting, overstimulation, light sub/dom dynamics, size kink, dirty talk, praise kink, cum play/cum eating, aftercare.

Playlist: wet dreams / scream my name / worship / muse / dangerous / pretty boy

Shoko nudged your shoulder lightly. You were both standing on the balcony, the cool night air a welcome contrast to the warmth inside. She leaned against the railing, a cigarette between her fingers, while you rested against the low wall, facing the inside of the apartment.

Shoko followed your gaze.

Across the room, Suguru was in the middle of telling some ridiculous story, waving his hands dramatically. Choso looked mildly concerned for no apparent reason, and Satoru... Satoru was laughing. Really laughing. Shoulders shaking, his head slightly tilted as he pushed his glasses back up his nose with that familiar little gesture.

“You’re staring again,” Shoko said, amused.

You didn't bother denying it or looking away.

“I’ve never seen you like this before.”

That finally pulled your attention back to her.

You frowned.

“Mmh?”

“Don’t give me that look” she added, exhaling a thin stream of smoke.

“What look?”

“The one where you're about to pretend this is all because he's ridiculously hot.”

You scoffed. “He is ridiculously hot.”

“Oh, absolutely,” Shoko agreed without hesitation. “No one’s denying that.”

She took another slow drag from her cigarette, watching you carefully.

“I’ve seen you want people before. I’ve seen you get crushes. But this…” She gestured vaguely toward the living room with her cigarette. “I’ve never seen you watch someone like this. I’ve never seen you zone out completely because of someone.”

Your eyes drifted back to Satoru almost against your will. He wasn’t doing anything special—just listening to Suguru, smiling softly, occasionally adding a comment that made Choso smile.

“...We barely know each other” you murmured.

Shoko hummed thoughtfully.

“But the chemistry is there. And not just the class project kind.”

You rolled your eyes, but couldn't quite hide the small smile tugging at your lips.

She nodded subtly toward the living room.

“Apparently he’s the nicest guy alive. Suguru literally never shuts up about him,” she continued. “Top of the class, doesn't sleep around, calls his mom every week, helps younger students without complaining, shares his notes…”

You couldn't help smiling. You tried to hide it behind your beer, but Shoko was too sharp.

“There it is” she said with a smirk.

“I still don’t really know him” you protested weakly.

“No, you don’t.” Shoko shrugged. “But maybe it’s time you actually let yourself.”

You looked back at Satoru. At that exact moment, he glanced over. The second your eyes met, the corners of his mouth lifted into that impossibly shy, soft smile you were starting to recognize all too well.

Your stomach did a traitorous little flip. You looked away first.

A comfortable silence settled between you and Shoko for a few seconds. Then, naturally, she ruined it.

“...Anyway.”

You already knew that tone.

“Fuck his brains out first.”

“Jesus Christ, Shoko.”

“What?” she asked, looking genuinely innocent. “Were you planning on going home alone after whatever happened inside that room? Don’t play with me.”

“Get it out of your system” she continued with a smirk. “Then, once neither of you is thinking through a thick haze of unbearable horniness... you can figure out the rest.”

You opened your mouth to argue, but nothing came out.

Shoko noticed, of course.

“...Yeah,” she said with a knowing smile, flicking the ash from her cigarette. “That’s what I thought”

You rolled your eyes, unable to suppress a quiet laugh.

“You’re insufferable.”

—

About half an hour later, the party had begun to wind down. Empty beer bottles cluttered the coffee table, conversations had broken off into smaller groups, and someone had quietly started stacking pizza boxes in the kitchen.

You crossed the living room until you found Satoru standing near the couch, absentmindedly listening to whatever Choso and Suguru were arguing about.

Without interrupting them, you stepped beside him and lightly squeezed his hand.

He looked down at your hand before lifting his eyes to yours.

You tilted your head toward the front door.

“Let’s go?”

His expression softened instantly. He gave a small nod before turning to Suguru.

“I was just gonna—”

“Go” Suguru interrupted before he could finish, waving him off with one hand.

Satoru blinked.

“...Oh.”

Suguru finally glanced at the two of you, a knowing grin spreading across his face.

“Seriously. Get out of here.”

—

The taxi ride back to your apartment had been almost painfully quiet. Not because there was nothing to say — quite the opposite. There was too much.

Every time Satoru's hand brushed against yours, every time his knee bumped yours in the backseat, it felt like another reminder of everything you had been holding back.

But the moment the door to your apartment slammed shut behind you, that restraint finally snapped. Weeks of edging, of waiting, of holding back — you were done. This wasn’t going to be about being patient anymore.

You pushed him against the nearest wall, crashing your lips against his. He kissed you back like he’d been dying for it all night — hot, hungry, and a little clumsy in his eagerness. His tongue slid against yours in messy, needy strokes, tasting you deeply as soft, desperate sounds escaped his throat.

You moaned into his mouth, fingers threading through his messy white hair, tugging him even closer. Your hands moved frantically, pulling at the hem of his shirt. Satoru broke the kiss just long enough to help you yank it over his head and toss it aside. You immediately ran your hands over his toned chest, feeling the warmth of his skin and the way his muscles tensed and shivered under your touch.

He moaned softly against your lips, his large hands hovering at your waist like he was afraid to touch too much. You could feel how painfully hard he already was, his erection pressing insistently against your stomach through his pants.

You broke the kiss for air, both of you breathing heavily. You kissed along his jaw and down to his neck, sucking gently on his skin.

“Hold on.” you murmured.

You quickly unzipped and kicked off your knee-high boots, leaving yourself barefoot. The difference in height forced you onto your tiptoes as you reached for him, tugging lightly at the front of his shirt to bring him down a little. Satoru noticed immediately. His hands slid to your waist, steadying you before leaning down the rest of the way.

“Fuck— you turn me on so much” you whispered against his neck.

He tilted his head to give you better access, a shaky breath leaving him when you started sucking on his skin. You licked and kissed his neck slowly, then sucked harder, leaving a hickey just below his ear.

“Ah— fuck…” he breathed, voice already hoarse.

You smiled against his skin and kept going, kissing lower, sucking another mark onto his collarbone. Satoru whimpered softly, his hips twitching forward, pressing his hard cock against you.

“You’re so sensitive here,” you murmured, licking over the fresh hickey. “I love the sounds you make.”

You pulled back just enough to look at him. His cheeks were flushed pink, lips swollen and shiny, eyes half-lidded with lust. He looked beautiful like this — desperate, and completely focused on you.

Your blouse came off next. You unclasped your bra and let it fall. His gaze dropped immediately to your bare breasts. He swallowed hard.

“You’re… so beautiful” he whispered, voice shy and breathless.

You took one of his hands and placed it on your breast. His palm was warm as he cupped you, thumb brushing tentatively over your nipple.

“Touch me more, Satoru,” you encouraged softly. “I want to feel your hands on me.”

That seemed to give him the confidence he needed. His other hand came up, both now kneading your breasts gently, thumbs circling your nipples until they hardened. He leaned in and started kissing your neck, shy at first, then growing bolder — sucking softly, then harder, leaving his own marks on your skin.

You moaned quietly, arching into him. One of your hands slid down to palm his cock through his pants, stroking him slowly. Satoru gasped against your neck, hips twitching forward into your touch.

You reached up to cup his face with both hands, your thumbs brushing over his warm cheeks as you kissed him deeply.

You broke the kiss just long enough to catch your breath, both of you breathing heavily. Then you pressed one last soft peck against his lips.

“Take off your pants” you whispered against his lips.

Without a word, he obeyed, quickly unbuttoning and pushing his pants down his long legs. He kicked them aside, now standing in front of you in just his black boxers, the fabric tented obscenely by his hard cock.

You smiled, pleased, and pressed yourself against him again. Your bare breasts brushed against his chest, your already hard nipples sensitive at the touch of his skin.

“So hard for me already…” you purred, palming him through the thin fabric. “I can’t wait to have you inside me, Satoru. I’m losing my mind.”

Neither of you seemed capable of staying still. Mouths found each other again, kisses growing sloppier with every step as you stumbled backwards. His hands clung to your waist, yours on his chest.

The back of his knees finally caught the edge of the couch. You took advantage of it, giving him one firm push against his chest.

He dropped onto the cushions with a quiet exhale, looking up at you through flushed cheeks and swollen lips, desire softening the usual shyness in his eyes.

“I’m not going to tease you anymore, Satoru,” you murmured as you slowly slid your skirt and panties down your legs, stepping out of them. “You deserve this so much.”

Satoru’s eyes followed every movement, utterly mesmerized.

Without breaking eye contact, you stepped between his legs and slowly settled onto his lap, one knee on either side of him. His hands twitched instinctively, unsure where to touch until you closed the remaining distance yourself.

You buried your face in the crook of his neck, breathing him in with a long, slow inhale. “I wanted this for so long…”

You lingered there for a heartbeat before reaching up to his face. Your fingers slid carefully along the frame of his glasses, lifting them off with surprising gentleness.

You placed them beside him on the couch before cupping his face again, smiling softly to yourself.

“There you are…” Your thumb traced slowly across his lower lip before cupping his jaw. “My pretty boy.”

His breath caught sharply.

He’d imagined moments like this for months—late at night, alone in his room, convincing himself it would never be anything more than a fantasy. Yet here you were, close enough for him to feel your warmth, looking at him with the same intensity he’d only ever dreamed about.

This can’t be real, his mind screamed. She’s really choosing me.

“Cat got your tongue, Toru?”

“I-I…” His voice barely came out above a whisper. "I’m sorry. It’s just... it’s too much.”

You smiled, your thumb still resting against his jaw.

“But we haven’t even started yet, baby.”

You reached down between your bodies and hooked your fingers into the waistband of his boxers. Satoru lifted his hips immediately, eager to help. His thick, hard cock sprang free, heavy and flushed dark with arousal, the tip glistening with precum. It twitched visibly under your gaze.

You wrapped your hand around the base, stroking him slowly, savoring how hot and heavy he felt in your palm. Satoru let out a shaky, broken moan, head falling back against the couch.

“F-fuck…” he whimpered, the sound so needy it sent heat rushing through you.

You positioned yourself over him, rubbing the fat, swollen head of his cock against your soaked folds. You were dripping, coating every inch of him as you teased the tip against your entrance.

The way he looked at you — like you were something sacred — made something warm bloom inside your ribs. You weren’t ready to name it yet, but it was there.

You sank down a little, taking only the head inside. Your pussy clenched tightly around it, dripping slick down his shaft.

Satoru let out a broken whimper, his hands gripping your thighs hard as he stared at the place where your hole was stretched obscenely around just the tip of his cock.

“Ahh— shit…” you gasped. “Look at how you’re stretching me.”

Satoru was trembling beneath you, breathing ragged, completely mesmerized by the sight. His fingers dug into your flesh, a high-pitched whimper escaping his throat.

“Oh my god…” he breathed shakily, eyes squeezed shut. “You’re so tight—Fuck—I can’t—”

Slowly, very slowly, you started sinking down further. Inch by inch, your tight pussy opening up around his thick length. The stretch was intense. Halfway down, you had to pause, breathing hard.

“God, you’re filling me so much,” you whispered, voice trembling. “Look how greedy my pussy is for you, Satoru. Only—fuck— for you.”

A broken whimper left his lips.

“You’re too—Ahh— too good for me,” he moaned softly, almost in disbelief.

His words made your heart clench. You leaned down and kissed him again, your hands on his chest for leverage as you continued lowering yourself, painfully slow, letting your pussy adjust to his size. The wet, squelching sound was filthy as you took another inch.

Satoru looked completely pussy-drunk — eyes half-lidded, cheeks flushed, mouth open as he panted. He looked like he was about to cry from how good it felt.

You took a deep breath, locked eyes with him, and slowly sank the rest of the way down.

Satoru let out a broken, choked moan. His head fell forward, burying his face in the crook of your neck as his arms wrapped tightly around your waist.

“Ah— shit, Satoru—” you gasped sharply.

You stayed still for a moment, just feeling him throb deep inside you. Your thoughts were swirling — this felt too good, too intimate.

He bit down hard on your neck, teeth sinking into your skin as a deep, guttural groan vibrated against you.

“Fuck— I’m sorry,” he whimpered, voice muffled against your neck, sounding genuinely overwhelmed. “It’s too much… you’re too tight… I can’t— I can’t think straight…”

The bulge in your stomach was unmistakable — a clear, obscene outline of his thick nine-inch cock deep inside you.

You lifted your hips slowly until only the fat head remained inside, then slammed back down hard. The wet slap of skin meeting skin filled the room.

You began to bounce on his cock.

At first it was slow and deep, savoring the way he stretched you open with every descent. But soon your pace quickened. You were bouncing harder, faster, your ass rippling every time you slammed down on him.

Satoru was a complete mess underneath you. He kept his face buried in your neck, biting and sucking marks into your skin while whimpering and moaning with every bounce.

The sounds were filthy — loud, wet, sloppy squelching as your soaked pussy took his entire length over and over. Your juices were dripping down his balls and onto the couch.

“Fuck—Look at me, Satoru—Ah—” you moaned, riding him like you owned him. “Tell me how good it feels.”

Satoru lifted his head, eyes glassy and teary with pleasure, lips swollen. He looked completely ruined.

“You feel perfect—fuck!—Everything about you is perfect.”

You kept bouncing on his cock, harder and faster, your ass slapping loudly against his thighs with every descent.

Satoru was losing it. His hands gripped your hips tightly, fingers digging into your skin as he looked up at you with glassy, desperate eyes.

“Fuck—Ahh—you’re so tight,” he moaned, voice hoarse and shaky. “I feel your pussy squeezing me so hard.”

You moaned loudly, riding him even harder.

“You’re going to kill me—Ahh—it’s too much.”

His words only made you wetter. You bounced faster, grinding your clit against him on every downstroke.

“I’m losing my fucking mind. You’re ruining me— ahh fuck— I’ve never felt anything like this. Please don’t stop,” he whimpered, voice breaking.

You were riding him relentlessly now, the couch creaking under you. Your moans were getting louder, more desperate.

“Fuck—I can’t,” your legs were burning up, your rhythm faltering a little.

But suddenly, Satoru’s grip on your hips tightened, and he took control.

He started thrusting up into you hard, meeting every bounce with powerful upward strokes. The angle changed completely — he was slamming into you so deep it knocked the air out of your lungs.

“Ah—! Fuck— Satoru!” you cried out, voice cracking.

He fucked you harder, hips snapping up brutally, driving his thick cock into you again and again. The wet slapping sounds became obscene.

“You feel so good,” he moaned against your neck.

You started moaning and whimpering uncontrollably. Loud, shameless sounds spilled from your mouth — high-pitched cries and broken whimpers that surprised even you.

“Satoru— fuck— too deep—!” you screamed, your voice cracking as he pounded into you.

You couldn’t stop the noises. Every hard thrust made you whimper and moan louder, your body shaking on top of him. You were shocked at how loud and desperate you sounded, but you couldn’t hold it back.

Satoru kept thrusting up into you with raw desperation, his thick cock slamming deep inside your pussy with every powerful stroke.

Your moans quickly turned into helpless, high-pitched whimpers.

“Ah— ah— ah—!” you cried out, the sounds spilling from your mouth uncontrollably. “You’re gonna make me cum so hard, Satoru—Fuck!”

“Fuck— shit…” he groaned, voice strained. “I’m— ahh fuck— I’m gonna cum just from listening to you.”

He fucked you even harder, driving his cock as deep as possible. Your voice cracked as you whimpered again and again.

Your orgasm hit you like a freight train. It crashed through your body without warning. Your thighs clamped violently around Satoru’s hips as your pussy clenched down hard around his thick cock, spasming uncontrollably.

“Ahh—! Satoru—!” you cried out, voice breaking into a loud, shameless moan.

Your entire body shook. The pleasure was blinding. You kept moving through it, hips jerking as wave after wave ripped through you, your pussy fluttering and squeezing him rhythmically.

Satoru’s eyes widened, a broken sound tearing from his throat.

“Fuck—I’m gonna cum—” he gasped desperately, voice cracking.

His hands gripped your hips hard, trying to lift you off him, clearly fighting to pull out in time.

But you didn’t let him.

You slammed yourself down hard, taking him to the hilt again, and wrapped your arms tightly around his neck, holding him in place. Your legs locked around him like a vice.

“No— stay inside,” you begged, voice trembling and urgent. “Cum inside me, Toru— I’m on the pill. Please— fill me up. I want to feel you cumming deep inside me.”

Satoru let out a wrecked, broken moan, his resistance crumbling instantly.

“Fuck— fuck—!”

With a loud, broken moan he slammed up into you one last time, burying himself to the hilt. His cock pulsed violently as he came hard, flooding your pussy with thick, hot ropes of cum. He kept thrusting up into you with short, desperate movements, pushing his load deeper while whimpering your name against your skin.

There was so much cum that it started leaking out around his cock, making everything even messier.

You held him tightly through it, one arm wrapped around his shoulders while your other hand stroked the back of his neck gently. Soft praises spilled from your lips right against his ear as he shuddered and emptied himself completely inside you.

“You’re beautiful… so, so beautiful,” you whispered, voice tender. “Such a good boy for me… You’re doing so well, Toru.”

He whimpered with every praise, the sound broken and needy, his face buried in the crook of your neck. You felt his tears against your skin as you gently wiped them away with your thumb.

“So pretty like this,” you continued softly, kissing the side of his head. “All mine… You came so much for me”

Satoru let out another shaky whimper, his arms tightening around your waist as the last pulses of his orgasm faded. His cock was still buried deep inside you, thick and warm, twitching with the aftershocks.

You both stayed like that for a long moment, breathing hard, bodies slick with sweat and cum.

You kept stroking his hair and the nape of his neck, murmuring soft praises until his trembling slowly subsided. His face remained hidden against your neck, almost like he was embarrassed by how hard he had cum.

“You’re okay,” you whispered, pressing a gentle kiss to his temple. “I’ve got you.”

Satoru nodded weakly against your skin, still too overwhelmed to speak properly. His cock gave one final twitch inside you, making you both sigh softly.

Slowly, almost reverently, he held your waist and lifted you off his cock. The moment the thick head slipped out of you, a huge gush of his warm cum poured out of your stretched pussy, dripping messily onto him.

He let out a low, broken moan at the sight, eyes dark as he watched his own seed leak out of you and coat his skin.

“There’s so much cum… all leaking out of you,” he whispered, voice hoarse.

You shivered at his words. He pulled you down gently until your bodies were pressed together, your cum-covered pussy resting against his softening but still heavy cock.

You leaned in and kissed him deeply, slow and filthy. Tongues sliding together, tasting each other as you both caught your breath.

After a long minute, you pulled back slightly, brushing some of his messy white hair out of his face.

“Shower?” you murmured against his lips.

Satoru nodded, eyes still dazed and soft. “Yeah… shower sounds good.”

You took his hand and led him to the bathroom. The moment you turned on the water, warm steam quickly filled the space. You stepped under the spray first, sighing as the hot water cascaded over your bodies.

For a moment, it was gentle.

You both stood under the water, smiling softly at each other. Satoru looked at you like he couldn’t believe you were real. He reached out, cupping your face with both hands, and kissed you again — slower this time, sweet and lingering.

When you pulled back, you stayed close, just looking at him. Water ran down his sharp jawline, his broad shoulders, the defined lines of his chest. He was beautiful.

Satoru blushed under your gaze.

“W-what?” he asked shyly, a small smile tugging at his lips.

“Nothing,” you whispered, then leaned in and kissed him again, softer this time.

He felt like he was dreaming. The girl he had been secretly obsessed with for months was standing naked in the shower with him, kissing him like she couldn’t get enough. His heart was racing.

He grabbed the body wash, poured some into his hands, and started gently washing you. His soapy hands glided over your shoulders, down your arms, then across your chest. He took his time, thumbs brushing over your nipples until they hardened again.

Then he sank down to his knees in front of you.

He washed your legs carefully, hands sliding up your calves, behind your knees, then higher up your thighs. When his fingers brushed between your legs, he froze.

You were soaked again.

Not just from the shower. Your pussy was slick and puffy, still leaking his cum mixed with your own arousal.

Satoru looked up at you from his knees, water dripping from his white hair, eyes wide with awe and hunger.

You felt your face burn.

“I– This never happened to me before,” you mumbled.

Satoru tilted his head, confused.

“Feeling… insatiable,” you admitted. “I.. can’t seem to get enough of you.”

The look on Satoru’s face was pure heart-eyes. His cheeks flushed darker, but his expression was so tender it made your chest ache.

He leaned forward slowly, pressing a soft kiss to your lower belly, then lower.

Your breath hitched when his nose brushed against your clit.

“Would you let me?” he asked, voice shy but hopeful, looking up at you from under wet lashes.

“Yeah… please,” you whispered.

Satoru moaned softly. He pressed one hand against your stomach, gently pinning you back against the cool tile wall, then lifted your right leg and hooked it over his broad shoulder.

The first long, slow lick from your entrance all the way up to your clit made you moan loudly.

“Ahhh—”

You slapped one hand against the wall for balance, the other tangling into his soaked white hair.

Satoru moaned against your pussy, the vibration traveling straight through you.

He was gentle at first — soft, reverent licks, savoring the taste of both of you mixed together. But it didn’t stay gentle for long. Soon he was licking deeper, sucking softly on your clit, then fucking his tongue inside you like he couldn’t get enough.

“You’re perfect,” he murmured against your soaked folds, voice muffled. “So sweet… I’d live just for you to use me.”

You tugged his hair harder, hips rolling against his face as the hot water continued pouring over both of you.

Satoru looked up at you again, eyes dark with lust, water streaming down his face.

The memory of his own shower video flashed in your mind — him stroking his huge cock under the water, moaning your name — and it made you even wetter.

Satoru groaned against your pussy like he was the one being pleasured. His tongue flicked rapidly over your swollen clit while two long fingers pushed inside you without warning.

The sudden pace of his tongue made you cry out, back arching against the wet tile wall.

“Fuck— Satoru—!”

You were still sensitive from your previous orgasm, but the pleasure was building again at an alarming rate.

He added a third finger, stretching you wider, and kept licking on your clit like it was the most delicious dessert in the world.

Your thighs started trembling.

The way he licked you — fast, messy, almost desperate — combined with his thick fingers pumping deep inside you was driving you insane.

He flattened his tongue and dragged it slowly up your slit, then focused entirely on your clit. He circled it with the tip of his tongue, fast and precise, before sucking the sensitive bundle of nerves into his mouth with just the right pressure.

“Ah— fuck, right there—!” you moaned, hips bucking against his face, grinding against his tongue.

Satoru whimpered in response. He sucked harder on your clit, alternating between suction and rapid flicks of his tongue while his fingers curled inside you, stroking that perfect spot over and over.

He was completely lost in you, drunk on your pussy, moaning against your folds like a man starved.

“Don’t stop—” you gasped. “I’m so close.”

The words pushed him over the edge of desperation. He moaned loudly against your clit, the vibration sending shockwaves through you. His fingers fucked you faster, curling relentlessly while his tongue worked your swollen clit without mercy.

The pressure built impossibly fast.

“Oh my god— I’m— I’m gonna—”

Your back arched hard against the tile wall as you came with a loud, broken cry. Your pussy clenched violently around his fingers, and then—

You squirted.

Hard.

Clear, hot fluid gushed out of you, soaking Satoru’s face, his glasses, and his chest. The sensation was so sudden and intense that your eyes widened in shock.

Oh my god… he just made me squirt.

You had never squirted before in your life.

Satoru, on the other hand, didn’t even flinch. He was too far gone, too drunk on you. He moaned like he was the one cumming, eagerly drinking up as much as he could, tongue still flicking over your pulsing clit through your orgasm, completely addicted.

You were shaking, legs barely holding you up as wave after wave crashed through you. The sight of him — face buried between your legs, completely drenched in you, moaning like it was the best thing he’d ever tasted — made the pleasure even more overwhelming.

When the last tremors finally faded, you looked down at him, breathing hard, still stunned by what had just happened. You ran your fingers through his wet hair, heart pounding.

You gently tugged his hair, pulling him back just enough to look at you.

“Stand up, Satoru,” you said, voice still a little shaky but firm. “I’m going to return the favor.”

Satoru blinked up at you, water dripping from his lashes, lips shiny with your juices.

“N-no… I didn’t do it for—” he started, voice hoarse and shy.

“Shh, Toru,” you cut him off softly, thumb brushing over his swollen bottom lip. “I’m really dying to have you on my tongue.”

Satoru let out a broken, needy whimper at your words. His cock twitched hard between his legs.

He stood up slowly, legs shaky, towering over you again.

You sank down to your knees in front of him, the hot water still pouring over both of you.

Satoru’s eyes widened in shock as you grabbed his massive, wet cock with both hands. It was so thick your fingers didn’t even meet around it. You leaned in and dragged your tongue slowly from the base all the way to the leaking tip, savoring the salty taste of him and the way his cock twitched violently in your grip.

“Fuuuck—!” he moaned, head falling back against the tile wall with a soft thud.

You took him into your mouth as deep as you could, lips stretching wide around his thickness. You worked what you could manage, bobbing your head while stroking the rest with both hands in tight, wet strokes. Satoru was already trembling, soft whimpers and broken moans spilling from his lips like he couldn’t hold them back.

You pulled back for air, strings of saliva connecting your swollen lips to his cock. You smiled up at him, stroking his slick length with long, slow movements.

“Look at you… such a big, pretty cock and you’re already falling apart just from my mouth,” you purred, licking the precum from his tip like it was candy. “You’ve dreamed about this for so long, haven’t you?”

Satoru nodded frantically, breathing ragged and desperate.

“Y-yes… please— I’ve wanted your mouth for so long… I used to cum just thinking about it…”

You took him back into your mouth, sucking harder, bobbing your head while your hand twisted around the base. The wet, obscene sounds filled the shower — sloppy, filthy gagging mixed with his broken whimpers and desperate little gasps of your name.

Every time you pushed deeper and gagged around him, his thighs shook and he let out the prettiest choked moan. Tears were gathering at the corners of his eyes, but he never looked away from you.

You pulled off with a wet pop, stroking him fast with both hands while looking up at him.

“You’re doing so well, baby,” you praised, voice low and sweet. “Letting me use this big cock however I want… Such a good boy for me.”

“Ahhh— Yes– Yes— I’m your good boy,” he moaned, voice breaking beautifully. “I’ll be so good for you… please don’t stop—”

You moaned around his cock and took him even deeper, gagging wetly as tears mixed with the shower water on your cheeks. You loved how he filled your mouth, how heavy and hot he felt on your tongue, how he throbbed every time you swallowed around him.

Satoru’s hand hovered near your head, fingers twitching like he wanted to grab your hair but was still too shy to do it.

You pulled off just enough to speak, lips brushing against his leaking tip.

“You can grab my hair, Toru,” you ordered softly.

His fingers immediately tangled in your wet hair, not pulling hard, but holding you there as you sank back down on him.

The sounds he made were filthy and perfect — high-pitched whimpers, broken moans of your name, desperate little sobs every time you took him to the back of your throat.

You could feel him getting closer, his cock swelling even thicker in your mouth, his thighs trembling violently.

You looked up at him, eyes watering, and hummed around his length — a clear “cum for me” vibration.

With a loud, broken cry, Satoru came hard down your throat, his hips jerking uncontrollably.

Thick, hot ropes of cum flooded your mouth. You swallowed as much as you could, but there was so much it spilled from the corners of your lips, dripping down your chin. You kept sucking him through it, milking every last drop until he was trembling and whimpering from the overstimulation.

Satoru stared down at you like you were a goddess, chest heaving, eyes full of awe and adoration, looking at you like you were the only thing in his universe.

When you finally pulled off with a wet pop, you didn’t swallow everything. You kept a thick load of his cum on your tongue.

You looked up at him and slowly rose to your feet. Satoru’s breath hitched, eyes locked on your mouth.

You stepped closer, cupped his face with both hands, and kissed him deeply.

You pushed your tongue into his mouth, feeding him his own cum.

Satoru moaned loudly into the kiss — a broken, filthy sound that vibrated against your lips. The taste of himself mixed with your saliva made him shudder. His hands grabbed your waist tightly as he kissed you back desperately, sucking on your tongue like he couldn’t get enough of the dirty act. He whimpered against your mouth when you finally pulled back just enough to breathe.

You smiled, wicked and satisfied, and licked his lips one more time.

“Good boy.”

Satoru’s eyes darkened even more. He looked completely dazed, cheeks flushed, breathing ragged.

You leaned in and kissed him again, softer this time — slow, sweet, and full of affection. His arms wrapped around you gently, holding you close under the warm spray.

For the next few minutes, the shower turned tender.

You took turns washing each other. Satoru poured body wash into his hands and carefully cleaned you, his touch gentle as he ran soapy palms over your shoulders, down your back, and between your legs. He was almost shy about it, but his eyes never left your body.

You did the same for him — washing his chest, his arms, his back, and carefully cleaning his softening cock, which still twitched at your touch.

There were lots of soft smiles, quiet laughter, and stolen kisses under the water.

When you were both clean, you turned off the shower and dried each other with big, fluffy towels.

You led him to your bed, both of you still wrapped in towels. You dropped yours first and climbed under the covers, then patted the spot beside you.

Satoru hesitated for a moment, standing there in just his towel, looking unsure.

“You… really want me to stay?” he asked quietly, voice small. “I mean… I don’t want to assume anything. If you’d rather I go home, I—”

You sat up a little, reaching for his hand.

“Relax, Satoru. I want you to stay,” you said softly but firmly.

His shoulders relaxed. A shy, beautiful smile spread across his face as he dropped the towel and slid into bed beside you.

For a long time, neither of you spoke. You just lay there, faces close, looking at each other in the dim light of your room.

Satoru’s blue eyes were soft, almost vulnerable as he studied your face. You reached up and brushed a strand of damp white hair away from his forehead.

Neither of you said anything more. You simply stayed like that — faces close, breathing slow and steady.

Well… you’ll figure the rest tomorrow, you thought, a small smile on your lips as sleep finally pulled you under.

Uggghhh. FINALLY!!!!

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!nerdjo x reader | part 6

Exam stress leads to a late night horny decision. Everything is going great, until the guy in the video starts sounding a little too familiar

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Before you read, I’m going to be completely honest: this was barely proofread. Sorry in advance! I’ll go back and edit it later if I find any typos

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“Were you filming yourself while thinking about me, Satoru?”

The words hit him like a punch to the chest, knocking the air out of his lungs.

His heart slammed against his ribs so hard he was certain you could hear it. His mouth went dry instantly. Between the two of you, the phone screen glowed like a live grenade on the coffee table; his own wrecked, pathetic voice still spilling from the speakers, mocking him with every confession.

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

He wanted to disappear. He wanted the floor to open and swallow him whole. He wanted to grab the phone and throw it out the window. Or throw himself out the window. But the worst part — the most humiliating, soul-crushing part — was that he was already getting hard again. A slow, shameful throb in his sweatpants, triggered simply by the way you were looking at him.

“I…” His voice cracked immediately. He swallowed but his throat was tight with rising panic. He forced himself to look at you.

Big mistake.

You were sitting on his couch like you belonged there, legs crossed, watching him systematically fall apart with an expression he couldn’t quite decipher.

You reached forward and tapped the screen, silencing the video. The sudden quiet was deafening. The absence of his own moans left only the sound of his ragged breathing and the frantic beating of his heart.

“You what, Satoru?” you asked, your voice deceptively soft.

The heat crawled up his neck, burning his ears a deep, painful crimson. He could feel sweat gathering at the back of his neck. His mind was a storm of static and shame.

She knows.

She knows I came in my pants like a pathetic loser in that hallway.

She heard me begging.

She knows I’ve been jerking off to her for months while pretending to be normal in class.

She knows exactly how disgusting I am.

“I—Yes” he whispered finally. The word tasted like surrender. He dragged a hand through his messy white hair, pulling at the roots as if he could yank the thoughts right out of his brain.

He squeezed his eyes shut, trying to block out the sight of you, but the image of you was burned into his retinas. When he opened them, you were still there. Still watching. Still judging.

“I tried to stop,” he continued, his voice dropping to a low, fractured mutter. “After the first time, I—no. Fuck. That sounds like an excuse. I’m just making it worse.”

His cock twitched traitorously against the cloth, a sharp, stinging reminder of how badly he wanted to be at your feet. He shifted in the chair, a futile attempt to hide it, though he knew with agonizing certainty that you had noticed. He looked up, his blue eyes glassy, shimmering with a desperate vulnerability.

“I’m sorry” he muttered “I know how fucked up this is. You must think I’m disgusting. Some creep who’s been jerking off to you for months while borrowing your notes like nothing was wrong.”

The silence that followed was torture. Every second stretched painfully. His pulse thundered in his ears. He felt stripped bare, raw, and completely at your mercy. And, in a way that made him hate himself even more, he found that he absolutely craved the feeling.

He swallowed hard, his throat clicking, his gaze dropping to his lap where the bulge in his pants was becoming impossible to ignore. He felt so exposed it was killing him.

“I’ll delete the channel,” he said, the words tumbling out of him, desperate and jagged. He looked up again, his eyes wide and pleading, searching yours for any sign of mercy. “I’ll delete everything. All of it. Just… please, don’t hate me.”

He waited for the rejection. He braced himself for you to stand up, to leave, to call him a freak—anything would have been easier than this terrifying, steady gaze of yours.

“No” you tilted your head “That would be such a waste, don’t you think?”

His brain short-circuited.

For a second he just stared at you, lips parted, eyes wide like a deer caught in headlights. The words didn’t compute at first. His heart was hammering so violently he felt dizzy.

She said… waste?

A violent shiver ran down his spine. His cock, already half-hard and traitorously interested, gave a full twitch inside his sweatpants. He hated how his body reacted before his brain could even process it.

“You…” His voice came out hoarse, almost broken. “W-What?”

Inside his head, the thoughts were screaming.

She knows everything. She saw me crying in the shower like a pathetic whore begging for her. She heard me say I wanted her to sit on my face in the hallway. And she’s saying it would be a waste to delete it?

Heat flooded his face so intensely he was sure he looked feverish. Shame burned through him, thick and nauseating, but underneath it — god, underneath it — there was a sick, desperate spark of hope. Of want.

You stood up slowly.

His breath caught in his throat as he watched you rise from the couch. You rounded the coffee table, and instinctively, he turned in his chair to keep you in sight. By the time you stopped in front of him, towering over his seated form, he had to tilt his head back to meet your eyes.

You leaned down, one hand resting lightly on the back of his neck. Your breath ghosted on the other side of his head, just against his ear

“You’ve spent so much time performing for me, Satoru,” you whispered, voice velvety. “Begging for me in front of a camera…”

He leaned forward slightly, almost unconsciously, like his body was begging to get closer to you.

You continued, lips brushing the shell of his ear.

“Don’t you think it’s time you do it in my face?”

Then you slowly pulled back. His heart dropped as you walked around the coffee table and sat down on the couch again, facing him directly. The distance felt both relieving and agonizing.

Your gaze dropped for a second to his lap, then back up to his face. You bit your lip.

“Show me” you said quietly.

Satoru’s brain malfunctioned.

“W-what…?”

“Touch yourself,” you said. “Right now. In front of me. And tell me everything you’ve been thinking about when you do it.”

The room spun.

Satoru stared at you, mouth dry, heart thundering so hard he felt dizzy. He looked at you with wide, glassy eyes — desperate, ashamed, and so painfully turned on it hurt.

“I’ve been watching your videos for the last two weeks, Satoru,” you said, voice steady and clear. “Touching myself while listening to you moan. Cumming harder than I ever have in my life. I’ve been driving myself crazy thinking you were talking about some other girl. And I suffered because of it.” You leaned forward slightly, eyes locked on his. “So now you’re going to touch yourself in front of me. Right now.”

Satoru’s brain imploded.

She… subscribed?

The realization hit him like a freight train. All this time… you had been there. His mouth fell open. His eyes widened in pure, devastating shock.

It was you.

The question about the molecule on his hoodie. The way you suggested vancomycin for the project without hesitation.

You had known for weeks. And instead of exposing him or hating him… you had been getting off to it.

He didn’t even have time to process it when you spoke again

“Touch. Yourself” you commanded, your voice cutting through his stupor like a whip.

He didn't need to be told a third time. His obedience was instantaneous, a desperate reflex born from the knowledge that you had seen every pathetic, broken moment of his obsession. With fingers that felt thick and clumsy with adrenaline, he untied the drawstring of his sweatpants.

The moment he freed himself, his flushed, aching cock sprang out, heavy and leaking at the tip. He looked up at you, pupils blown wide with shame and lust, silently begging for any sign of mercy.

But what he found was far worse.

You were biting your lip, eyes dark and fixed on his cock, as if the sight genuinely delighted you.

That was enough. A broken whimper tore from his throat before he could stop it. His hand finally wrapped around his throbbing length, and the first stroke pulled another pathetic sound out of him, his head dropping forward, white hair falling over his eyes and the thin frame of his glasses as he tried to hide from your gaze.

“Look at me” your voice was calm but firm. “If you had no problem saying those filthy things on camera while thinking about me, then you can say them to my face, Satoru.”

Satoru let out a shaky, humiliated sob. Slowly, he lifted his head, forcing himself to meet your eyes.

His hand started moving, slow and trembling.

“I… every time you walked into class…” he whispered, voice cracking, “I couldn’t stop staring at your legs… fuck— I kept imagining them wrapped around my head…”

“Faster.”

Satoru whimpered and obeyed instantly, his hand speeding up.

“Your face… You’re so pretty— ahh— I’d cum thinking about you looking down at me while I eat you out…”

“Slow down.”

He let out a desperate noise but obeyed, slowing his strokes to a torturous pace, hips twitching helplessly.

“I thought about your tits constantly… how soft they’d feel… how much I wanted to bury my face between them and suck on them until my tongue gets sore…”

“Squeeze the head” you murmured.

Satoru gasped sharply, thumb pressing over the sensitive head on every upstroke, precum dripping over his fingers.

“I kept wondering if you— fuck— if it would’ve fit…”

“Faster again. Keep going.”

His hand immediately picked up speed, strokes becoming frantic.

“Your voice… how smart you are… the way you explain things in class like it’s nothing, it— it turned me on so much”

His thighs were shaking now. He was dangerously close.

“And your perfume… I could smell it every time you walked past me… it made me so fucking hard I wanted to drop to my knees and bury my face between your legs right there— Fuck— I can’t—”

“Stop, Satoru.”

The command hit him like a bucket of ice water.

He let out a broken, pained whimper. His hand froze around his throbbing cock, right on the edge. Every muscle in his body tensed as he fought the overwhelming urge to keep going. His hips twitched desperately, trying to chase the friction, but he forced himself to stay still. Tears slipped down his flushed cheeks. The effort was inhuman. His cock pulsed angrily in his hand, leaking steadily, begging for release.

You stood up slowly. Satoru stayed exactly where he was, hand still wrapped around himself, trembling violently as he fought not to cum. He watched you kick the small coffee table aside with a harsh scrape. Then you stepped between his spread knees, towering over him.

Gently, you slid his glasses off his face and perched them atop his messy white hair before leaning down until your faces were only inches apart.

“Cum” you whispered against his lips.

Then you kissed him.

The contact was the final spark on a fuse. He let out a wrecked, muffled moan directly into your mouth. Thick, heavy ropes of cum spilled over his hand and onto his hoodie in powerful, uncontrollable spurts. His whole body shook violently as he kissed you back with desperate need, whimpering and whining against your lips with every pulse.

When the last spasm finally faded, you pulled back slightly. You lowered his glasses back onto his nose with careful fingers. He could barely focus — his vision was blurry, his mind completely blank.

“You don’t know how much I want to fuck you Satoru…” you murmured, brushing your fingers along his jaw. “All I want is to sink down on your cock right here… but you’ve been a really bad boy.”

Satoru let out a broken, needy moan at your words. The confession hit him like a punch to the gut. You wanted him. You actually wanted to fuck him. The thought made his spent cock twitch weakly in his hand.

“So we’re going to do this slowly,” you whispered, your thumb stroking his bottom lip. “And you’ll be rewarded like the good boy I know you can be. Yeah?”

He could only nod weakly, completely fucked out. His mind was blank, his body still trembling, eyes glassy with exhaustion and overwhelming emotion.

You straightened up, gave him one final look, and turned around, leaving him there — hand still weakly wrapped around his spent cock, covered in his own mess, completely ruined.

—

Leaving Satoru’s dorm took far more self-control than you expected. The second the door clicked shut behind you, your legs felt weak. You leaned against the wall in the hallway for a moment, heart still racing, thighs pressed together as you tried to calm the throbbing between them.

Sitting in front of him, you realized that the camera had done him zero justice. In person he was so much thicker, longer and prettier, with veins that mapped all his length in beautiful lines. The memory of how that thick, pulsing length felt in your mind, and the impossible size of him made your stomach drop. You could almost feel the phantom of his cock opening you up, the exquisite, sharp pain of being filled by someone who wanted you that badly.

And you had made him cum just from your voice and a kiss.

The memory made your mouth water like a bitch in heat.

By the time you reached your dorm, you were so soaked it was uncomfortable. You locked the door, stripped down to nothing, and touched yourself furiously on your bed, replaying the sounds he made when he came — those broken, desperate whimpers right against your lips. You came twice that night thinking about him, no video needed.

The next day in class, when you saw him walk in wearing that stupid vancomycin hoodie, you were fighting for your life.

You wanted to drag him into the nearest empty classroom and ride him so hard neither of you could walk for days. You wanted to push him against the wall and take that thick, heavy cock in your mouth, feeling his hands tangle in your hair while you worked him until his knees buckled. You wanted to hear him lose his mind, to make him beg, to hear the exact moment your name turned into a plea.

But you held back.

You wanted him desperate. You wanted him to be just as hollowed out and starving as you had been, shivering in your bed while you watched his videos, consumed by the agonizing, burning jealousy of wondering who else he was touching himself for.

So you stayed cruel.

You ignored the way he looked at you in the hallways with those big, pleading blue eyes. You ignored how he seemed to hover near your usual seat, body language practically screaming for a sign, for a touch, for a reason to snap. Every time you walked past him, feeling his gaze tracking you, you tightened your thighs, reminded of how easily you could break him.

The days dragged on like that. Torture for both of you.

Until Friday night, when you finally picked up your phone and typed the message.

Tomorrow 6pm? For the project. My dorm.

You hit send. Then you watched the little typing… bubble appear.

Disappear.

Reappear.

Disappear again.

Nearly a minute passed before your phone buzzed.

I’ll be there

—

By the time Satoru knocked on your door at 6pm on Saturday, you had already decided how the night was going to go.

You opened the door wearing nothing but a thin white tank top with no bra and tiny black pajama shorts. The moment he saw you, his eyes widened, dropping straight to your chest, then to your bare thighs. He swallowed hard.

“Come in” you said calmly, stepping aside.

He walked into your dorm like he was entering sacred ground. His eyes darted around — the desk covered in notes, the photos on the wall.

He looked nervous. And it was endearing.

For the first hour, you actually made him work. You explained papers, pointed at diagrams, asked him questions. He tried his best to focus, but you could see the way his eyes kept drifting to your chest, the way he shifted uncomfortably every few minutes.

You loved how hard he was trying.

You leaned in closer, pressing your soft tits against his arm as you pointed at something on the laptop.

“You’re doing so good, Toru…” you murmured near his ear. “Keeping focused even though you’re already so hard for me.”

He let out a shaky breath, the little nickname breaking something inside him.

You kept teasing him like that — small touches, pressing your body against him, whispering praise while talking about the project. By the time you finally closed the laptop, he was breathing heavily, cheeks flushed, cock visibly straining against his sweatpants.

“Come with me?” you said softly.

You led him into your bedroom, the air suddenly thick and stifling. The only light came from your bedside lamp, casting shadows across the sheets—the very same sheets you’d ruined yourself on multiple times watching him.

Satoru stood in the center of the room, looking like a man standing on the edge of a cliff desperate to jump.

“Close the door, Satoru” you said

He obeyed instantly, the click of the lock sounding like a gavel. He turned back to you, his blue eyes blown wide, searching your face behind his glasses.

“You haven’t said a word since you got here, aside from chem stuff” you remarked, stepping closer. “Are you enjoying the torture? Is that what this is for you?”

“It—It’s not torture,” he rasped, his voice rough “I just— I can’t breathe. I’ve been thinking about you all day, all week”

You stopped right in front of him, looking up at his tall frame.

“Tell me, Satoru…” you said softly, reaching up to brush your fingers along his jaw. “What do you want to do to me? Say it.”

He swallowed hard, struggling to get the words out.

“I… I want to drop to my knees and bury my face between your legs,” he whispered, voice trembling. “I want to taste you until you’re pulling my hair and telling me I’m doing good”

He was breathing faster now, clearly humiliated by his own honesty, but he kept going.

“I want to feel how tight you are around me. I want to hear you moan my name while I fill you up…”

His voice cracked at the end, eyes dropping to the floor in embarrassment.

You smiled softly, heart racing with satisfaction. Without saying anything, you turned around and walked slowly toward your nightstand, giving him a perfect view of your ass in those tiny shorts.

“And what do you want to do to my pussy, mmh?” you asked over your shoulder

You opened the drawer and retrieved your new toy—thick, realistic, and a little oversized. You’d bought it with one purpose in mind: to stretch yourself out until you could finally handle him

You turned around, holding the toy in your hand, and climbed onto the bed. You sat against the headboard, legs slightly parted, and looked at him.

Satoru’s eyes were glued to the dildo. His mouth was open, cheeks burning red. He looked completely overwhelmed.

With your eyes fixed on him, you hooked your thumb into the waistband of your shorts and panties, sliding them down your legs in one smooth motion. You tossed them aside and spread your legs slowly, exposing your glistening pussy to him.

You extended the dildo toward him.

“Come show me,” you said softly, voice dripping with need. “Show me exactly what you want to do to me, Satoru.”

Satoru froze. For several long seconds he just stared, completely stunned. His mouth fell open slightly, blue eyes wide behind his glasses as they raked over your body — your nipples hardening through the thin tank top, your spread thighs, your wet, shiny pussy right in front of him.

He had spent months fantasizing about this exact moment. Months touching himself while imagining you like this. And now it was real.

He crawled between your legs like he was in a trance, breathing ragged and uneven.

“Fuck…” he whispered, almost to himself. His glasses slipped slightly down his nose as he leaned in closer, eyes glued to your dripping entrance. “You’re too beautiful, I’m going to die”

His hand trembled violently as he took the dildo from you.

“Stop waiting for permission Satoru” you groaned, impatient “Show me how badly you want to be inside me“

He obeyed, pressing the thick head of the toy against your folds, rubbing it up and down slowly, coating it with your slick. His breath hitched every time he felt how wet you were.

You moaned softly.

“Put it in” you encouraged.

He slowly pushed the tip inside you. The sight of your pussy stretching around the toy made him let out a broken, needy moan.

“Oh my god…” he breathed, voice wrecked. “You’re so wet…”

He started thrusting the dildo slowly, almost reverently, his eyes never leaving the point where it disappeared inside you. He reached out with his free hand, resting his palm gently against your thigh.

“You’re doing so good,” you murmured, rolling your hips to meet his movements. “Fuck— this is not even as big as you… You’re going to fucking rip me up, won’t you?”

Satoru whimpered loudly, pushing the toy deeper.

“I want to…” he confessed, voice trembling but growing bolder with every thrust. “I want to stretch you open so bad… I want to feel how tight you’d be around my cock… I’ve jerked off so many times imagining how you’d squeeze me…”

His strokes became more confident. The shame was still there, burning on his cheeks, but the hunger was winning. He was getting lost in the sight of you.

You moaned louder, one hand reaching down to rub your clit.

“Faster” you breathed “Show me how you’d ruin me.”

He complied instantly , fucking you with the dildo harder, eyes glassy behind his glasses as he watched every inch slide in and out of you.

“You’re so wet…” he whispered, almost in awe. “I can hear how soaked you are… I want to bury my cock inside you so bad… I want to feel you clench around me while I fill you up.”

After a few minutes, you looked at him with dark, hungry eyes.

“You can touch yourself,” you said. “Stroke that big cock while you fuck me with the toy.”

Satoru didn’t hesitate. He pushed his pants down with his free hand and wrapped his fingers around his throbbing cock, stroking himself in time with the thrusts of the dildo.

“Fuck— you’re so tight…” he groaned, eyes flicking between your pussy and your face. “I don’t know how I’m going to fit —ahh—but I want to try so bad. I want to stretch you open until you’re —fuck—crying my name”

Satoru’s breath hitched, his strokes growing erratic and desperate.

You reached up, threading your fingers into his snowy hair and yanking him down into a fierce, messy kiss, swallowing his broken moans as your tongue claimed his mouth. He melted instantly, letting you lead, his strokes turning sloppy and frantic as he fucked you with the toy exactly how you wanted.

The coil inside you snapped first. You cried out against his lips, thighs trembling as your orgasm ripped through you, clenching hard around the dildo while pleasure flooded your body.

The moment you started cumming, Satoru broke.

“Mmph—!” His muffled whine vibrated against your mouth as his whole body jerked. Thick, warm spurts of cum spilled over his fingers and onto your stomach while he kept desperately kissing you back, needy and sloppy, like he couldn’t bear to pull away even while he was falling apart. His hips stuttered, hand still weakly pumping his cock through the orgasm, completely lost in you.

When you finally let him breathe, he was panting heavily, cheeks flushed deep red, lips swollen and shiny. His forehead dropped against your neck, hot and shaky breaths fanning over your skin.

You were still coming down from your high, gently stroking his hair, when you felt it — something warm and wet against your collarbone.

You blinked, tilting your head slightly.

He tried to hide it by pressing his face harder into your neck, but his shoulders were trembling and little sniffles kept escaping him.

He was crying. The realization made you start to panic.

“Satoru, no—I’m s—”

“God—” he choked out “That was the best thing I’ve ever experienced in my life.”

You buried your face in your hand, his breath still lingering against your neck.

Now, you were the one who was truly fucked.

You finally got a taste... you can’t say I’m edging you anymore LOL 😭

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˖ ࣪૮₍ 𝓥.𝐀𝐌𝐏𝐈𝐑𝐄 𝐒𝐀𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐔 𓂃 ⭒ knows he'll kill you if he feeds on you :: angst :: character death :: blood/violent descriptions :: ft. vampire king!sukuna :: wife!reader

it was torture.

satoru had made enemies. lots of them. for as sharp as his fangs were, so did they tear into the hearts of many.

not your heart. never your heart. where teeth tore for many— they caressed you. a tease, a jest, but never a threat. not you. oh god, not you.

and he knew that.

another vampire with a bone to pick with the blue eyed freak who's been tarnishing his name since he awoke as a fledgling. a name that came with thunder, but satoru brushed off as not even a gust of wind.

the vampire king. terrifying and tyrannical: ryomen sukuna.

it didn't matter before. satoru evaded him with ease. swift as a bat and tittering like one too. but it was different this time.

now he had you.

he wasn't sure how it happened. what went wrong. one moment he returned to your humble home after gorging on woodland creatures for the night— the next, he was out cold. and when he awoke, you were right beside him.

chained. limp.

it didn't take a genius to realise you were both in the king's catacombs.

at first satoru laughed in sukuna's face like he did before. called him names. sneered at him. but sukuna stared. not a sadistic smile nor a seething scowl.

he crouched down to the cell. leveling himself with satoru who sat on his knees. chained and weakened by rose essence infused in his cuffs.

and he whispered.

“let's see how long it takes,” sukuna's beady, red eyes flitted over to you. as if you were his dagger. his beautiful torture device.

“until you're gorging on your wife from starvation.”

and then he left. taking with him the last light other than the dim candles flickering in the endless, cobblestone catacombs.

for days.

weeks.

satoru always knew you were poison. the sweetest poison he'd tasted on his tongue and knew from the moment that his eyes rolled back when he first feasted on you— that he was doomed. doomed. doomed.

because he never wanted to feast on your heart. he only wanted to hold it. caress it.

but with hunger pulsing on his fangs. with his throat achingly dry. his blue eyes bloodshot from the sick fantasies tempting him.

all he wanted to do was tear right into it.

he couldn't.

he wouldn't.

he promised you. promised you he would never lay another fang on you. especially not now. when all the work he'd put into freeing himself of human blood for your sake now dangled in the hands of a cruel king. not when you sat just in reach. weak, probably starving even more than him.

still, ever as selfless, ever as kind, you offered him.

“satoru,” you whispered, hoarse. the chains crinkled as you extended your arm to him.

he jerked away, eyes fixed on the floor.

“drink, please.”

“I can't.”

“you'll die if you don't.”

“you'll die if I do.”

your breath hitched. his voice dropped to something impossibly deep. impossibly dark. something only beasts could fathom.

he heard your heart stutter. he always did. shutting his flickering eyes and squeezing his fists so tight he might have snapped his own fingers— he rasped.

“I won't stop this time.”

pure. unbridled honesty.

“I won't. . . I won't— stop this time. I'll kill you.”

raw. and true. and terrifying.

you watched his slow descent into madness as the days crawled on and your fate crept closer.

he'd told you to strain as far as the chains would take you. away from him. as far as you could. but it wasn't much.

he permanently coiled on his side. bit onto a chain. into stone. tried to break his very fangs because they yearned. they cried. they screamed to tear into you.

he tried to drink from himself.

it was messy, desperate, like an addict trying to substitute a hit. he latched onto his wrist and gulped until it turned blue. until his eyes went glassy. till he limped and choked and vomited up his own blood.

but he wouldn't bite you.

he couldn't.

he wouldn't.

he shouldn't.

but god. by god. he wanted to.

hunger clawed at his stomach. tugged on his ribs. split it lungs. raked up his throat. scratching, scratching, scratching at his tongue. he needed it. needed you. just a taste.

just. one taste.

you knew your fate was sealed when you stirred from a restless sleep. eyes glossy, breath slowed, but the hairs standing on your arms.

he was staring.

wide eyed. frozen face.

blood eyes. not blue. blood.

your mouth ran dry.

“s-. . . satoru,” you whispered his name.

as if it could save you.

as if he was still him.

hot, throbbing agony blurred your vision. cramped your muscles. your scream tore through your bobbing throat as fangs that vowed to never touch you again now tore into your flesh.

satoru was on top of you like a plague. like the weight of your cruel fate. strong arms that once cradled you now locked you against him. like prey in his clutches. like food. you were nothing more than the doe he feasted on in the woods.

at first you thrashed. you squirmed. sobbed. chained hands shooting to his shoulders as you babbled his name. his jaw latched tighter on your neck. spewing blood from the bite.

then another bite.

and another.

another.

your screams turned shudders. your cries became cradles. as the world began to spin, your hands ached for him amidst the carnage. so you ran your fingers into his hair and held him.

mangled, agonised, but still his wife. still his.

he sobbed.

aching. raw.

he sobbed into you. a mouth full of blood. throat ferally gulping. he sobbed. and shook. and feasted on your very soul as you slipped through his fingers.

“I'm sorry—” he wailed into your flesh. hands shaky. sticky with your essence.

you could barely see.

barely feel.

but you felt his hands. felt his fangs. felt the slow pull of death that were his arms.

with your last strength, you hooked your arms around his neck. whispered.

“ 's okay. . .”

you drawled.

“okay. . . 's okay. . . love. . . my love— I love. . . love you. . .”

and he broke.

digging his claws into your flesh. savouring your warmth. hoisting you closer. muffled and messy.

“I love you. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I love— I love you— I-I'm sorry. sorry. sorry.”

he sobbed.

but never stopped.

not until you went limp.

not until he died a second death.

laid on your unmoving body. trying to trap the last remnants of your warmth.

soaked in your blood. in his sin.

satoruined

“hey, can i borrow your phone for a sec?” satoru asks, looping an arm over your shoulder. when you raise an eyebrow, he flashes that blinding smile. “wanna look up that new dessert shop in ginza. the one with the limited-edition parfaits? i’m taking you there the second i’m done kicking sukuna’s ass.”

typical satoru. prioritising his sweet tooth literally minutes away from the greatest battle in jujutsu history. you shake your head, a soft chuckle slipping past your lips as you hand over the device. he taps away furiously for a minute, tongue poking out slightly in concentration, before handing it back with a wink.

fast forward to your birthday.

your phone buzzes. it’s a scheduled text from your calendar:

“HAPPY BIRTHDAY to my favorite person in the entire world !!!! i love you so much. my baby girl (^_^)”

the bright text begins to blur into ugly neon dots as tears hit the glass. you try to wipe the screen, but the moisture keeps coming, smearing his words until you finally just give up. you wish with everything left in you that he was actually here to say it to your face, wearing that stupid, beautiful smile.

but he’s not here.

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▶︎︎ The Summoning (starring . ghost trueform!sukuna)

synopsis . In which you achieve your dream of meeting a ghost and fulfill your fantasy of fucking a monster as you meet Sukuna Ryomen—who just so happens to be a mix of both! content . afab!reader, monster fucking, double penetration, ghost au (?), choking, dumbification, porn with no plot, tw: spitting, degrading, rough sex, dirty talk, filth, slightly feral!reader—she’s unhinged & he hates that he likes it, manhandling (monster handling technically?), pet names, flirting via being mean, use of his stomach mouth, he’s kinda needy, squirting, age gap (hes like a thousand years old & reader makes fun of him for it), cum eating, masochism (on his end), brat taming, majorrrr size kink (he’s literally huge, pls), oral sex, breeding kink, anal, creampies, monster cock(s), faint implications of virgin!sukuna, etc.

word count . 9.1k | author’s note: this is technically a revised/edited repost from kamitv, but i want all my works on one account so if this looks familiar, that’s why! (not to mention ngh, trueform!kuna) banner art from "hachisuka's family kotoriboko"

Monsters fuck harder than humans.

This is fact, not opinion—despite what those many reddit threads have tried to tell you prior to today.

You've been down the looong rabbit hole of attempting to summon or find a real monster of sorts, and up until today, you never thought you'd have your factual statement proven.

But when you run into a particularly ghastly creature who just so happens to be a monster with two cocks that haven't been touched in centuries, you finally find yourself proving all those stupid online forums online wrong.

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Few times in your life have you truly fought with your husband, simon riley.

Tonight is one of those nights.

"Simon, you fucking crossed a line! That is unacceptable!" You had told him two days ago after finding out he's put a tracker on you and has been sharing your location with his work buddies. That was your first big fight since the wedding.

Which leads you to now, fluffy comforter and favorite pillow in hand while you glare at the couch.

You didn't want it to come to this. You had hoped refusing cuddles and referring to him solely as "simon." Instead of your usual pet names would get the point across how serious this is. But ghost refused to budge.

So, you're sleeping on the couch. Because as pissed off as you are at simon and as much as you want to tear his face off, some silly part of you aches at the thought of him hurting his back sleeping on the couch.

So, you go tuck in and try to ignore how weird it feels not to have a warm body next to you.

When you wake up, you nearly trip over your husband sleeping on the floor by the couch.

"What— simon! What the hell—" all anger you'd initially feel is destroyed when you look closer at the wet lines down the scars on his face, the red tint around his eyes.

Oh. You've....You've never actually seen ghost cry.... not since the wedding.

"Please don't leave me love–" are the first choked words out of his mouth, not even awake for a minute and already shifting closer to you "ahm' sorry. I'm sorry, I just— i can't lose you. If— if something happens to me I—"

"Woah. Woah, hey, slow down si" You attempt to soothe, because pulling him up onto the bed. "I'm pissed off. You know that. But I'm not leaving you. What's going on?"

Ghost breathes for a second, looks at the window instead of you. When he speaks, his voice is quiet and raw "if I get captured. If I'm— compromised. The team needs to be able to find you. Keep you safe. I can't always be here."

Oh....oh.

The conversation that followed was long, painstaking, but necessary. You and simon struck a tentatively compromise, both mentally exhausted from it all. You could tell he was struggling not to shut down.

"....come to bed with me? I missed your cuddles last night." You smile, only to gasp and laugh when simon bodily hauled you over his shoulder to drag you to bed.

It's the best sleep you've had all week.

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