mom's best friend!shoko ieiri nsfw headcanons ╱ mdni, kiddo and sweetheart as pet names, soft dom!shoko, edging, fingering ˚.✦
mom's best friend!shoko ieiri who was there when your whole friend group left you after getting into a different (and better) university than them, consoling you while you cried about being lonely and not wanting to be the awkward new girl without friends.
mom's best friend!shoko ieiri who serves you a glass of wine to share with her as she tells you stories from when she was younger, telling you how friendship is a weird concept and that people come and go, and that you would never have to worry about being lonely because she will be here for you when you need her.
mom's best friend!shoko ieiri who tells you that your ex friends are just jealous of such a smart and pretty girl like you going to the best university in the country.
mom's best friend!shoko ieiri who doesn’t deny you when you ask for a hug, letting you sink on her arms on the couch at your mom’s apartment. Her arms cradling you with your face hidden on her chest, she wraps her arms around your waist and back, rubbing it tenderly and shooing you with care.
mom's best friend!shoko ieiri whose hand stays on the waistband of your pajamas, her long nails going past it and tickling your lower back.
mom's best friend!shoko ieiri who kisses your forehead when you lift your head from her chest, not even realizing that you are half laid on the couch, with you almost sitting on her lap. None of you think about the consequences before her lips crash into yours. If she doesn’t care that you are barely nineteen, why would you? If she doesn’t care that you’re her best friend's daughter, why would you?
mom's best friend!shoko ieiri who doesn’t even feel guilty when she sits you on her lap and gets rid of your top, letting your breasts spring free. “Aren’t you a sight?” She says more to herself than to you before she takes one on her mouth as she kneads your ass, already wanting to get rid of the pants.
mom's best friend!shoko ieiri who gets wetter and wetter with each tiny whimper you let out, circling her tongue around your nipples, practically making out with your tits while you are trying to rock into something.
She lets go of your tits with a pop to ask you, “Can I get rid of this, sweetheart?” She takes the waistband of your pajama pants to snap it against your ass.
“Yes, please,” you whisper, nodding with your head. You get up, letting Shoko slide your pants all the way down, showing your bare and wet cunt.
“No panties?” She tilts her head, touching your thighs tenderly and pulling you back into her lap.
“N-no… I never uh wear panties to bed,” you explain, suddenly nervous about being completely naked in front of her. Shoko is still fully dressed in her slacks and black top, maybe you stain her clothes because of how wet you are.
Her fingers traced the outer curve of your thigh, before dipping inward, just enough to graze your damp skin without giving you what you wanted. “Sure thing, sweetheart,” Shoko murmured, her breath warm against your temple. The teasing lilt in her voice sent another pulse of heat between your legs. You squirmed, but she tightened her grip on your hip, keeping you still. “Be good, no moving unless I say.”
She dragged a single fingertip up your slit, collecting the slickness there before circling your clit with featherlight pressure. You whimpered, hips twitching involuntarily, and she chuckled, vibrating through you. “You want more?” she asked casually.
“P-please,” you managed, voice cracking. “Please, Shoko, I need—”
“Need what?” Her finger paused, hovering just above where you ached for her. Her other hand smoothed up your bare back, nails scraping lightly before settling at the nape of your neck. “Tell me exactly.”
You swallowed, your hips twitching involuntarily toward her touch. “I need you to… to touch me,” you gasped, the words spilling out in a rush. “Please, Shoko, I can’t—”
“I see…” She pressed a single finger inside you, just to the first knuckle, and your head dropped against her shoulder with a whine. Her lips brushed your ear. “You can take more than that, can’t you? My good girl.” The praise curled warm in your belly, and you nodded frantically, your breath coming in shallow hitches. “I know you can.”
Her finger sank deeper and you clenched around her, desperate for friction. She tutted, her thumb swiping over your clit in a teasing arc. “So impatient,” she murmured, her voice thick with amusement. “You’ll wait for me, won’t you? Let me take care of you.”
Shoko’s fingertip curled inside you perfectly, you whimpered into the hollow of her throat. “Theeere we go,” she murmured, her lips brushing your earlobe as her thumb pressed firm circles against your clit. “Just like that. Let me feel you.” The pad of her thumb was slick with you, the sound obscenely wet every time she dragged it upward, only to descend again with maddening precision.
You tried to rock into her hand, chasing the pressure, but her free arm clamped around your waist, holding you still. “Uh-uh,” she chided, her breath warm against your cheek. “You don’t get to decide when.” Her finger thrust deeper, knuckle catching on that spot that made your vision blur, and you gasped, your nails digging into her shoulders.
You nod your head, your hips jerking helplessly in her grip. The denial burned hotter than the pleasure, the way she kept you teetering on the edge without letting you tip over. “S-Shoko—” you choked out, your voice ragged.
“What, sweetheart?” Her finger slowed to a near-stop, her thumb lifting away entirely. The sudden absence of friction drew a broken noise from your throat. “Use your words.”
“Mmph!” You arched against her, thighs trembling with the effort of staying still as Shoko’s fingertip circled your entrance, never pushing in deep enough.
“You’re dripping down my fingers, see?” she murmured, her lips grazing your shoulder as she held her glistening fingers up to your face and you whimpered, hips jerking forward instinctively, only for her to tut and press her palm flat against your stomach. “Did I say you could move?”
“N-no,” you gasped. “I’m… trying to be good, I swear!”
Her laugh is short and dry, obviously not believing you. But still she gives you the pleasure to dip her fingers inside of you once again, this time two of them. You moaned at the moment, head dropping back with a whine.
“Such a good girl,” she crooned, her free hand stroking up your spine, fingers tangling in your hair to tilt your head back against her shoulder. Her lips brushed your earlobe, the words slipping into your skin like honey. “So pretty when you beg.”
Her fingers worked inside of you, scissoring and reaching your most favorite spots. You really were dripping, getting Shoko’s hand so wet that even her sleeve was getting soaked.
You whined, squirming in her lap and she tightened her grip on your hip, her nails biting in just enough to make you freeze. “Shoko, hah please," you begged, the words cracking open in your throat. “I—I can’t—”
“You can,” Shoko said, her fingers working you with deliberate, devastating slowness. “You are almost earning an orgasm, c’mon. You have to keep going.” Every drag of her fingers was calculated, just enough to keep you teetering on the edge, never quite letting you fall.
Her free hand smoothed up your stomach, fingertips tracing your soft curves before cupping your breast, her thumb brushing over your nipple in time with the lazy circles she drew against your clit.
“So, so pretty,” she breathed. Her teeth grazed your shoulder, enough to make you shiver, to send another pulse of heat straight to your core.
You whimpered, your hips jerking forward involuntarily, but Shoko's grip on your waist tightened, holding you still. “You have to relax, kiddo. You’re so tense…” Her fingertip dipped inside you again, curling just so, and your vision blurred at the edges, your nails scrabbling against her thigh.
“Shoko!” you said, almost screaming for desperation. “P–please, please do something!” You could feel the tension coiling tighter, your body straining toward release, but Shoko kept you suspended there: her touch featherlight one moment, firm the next, never quite giving you what you needed. “Shoko,” you gasped, your voice breaking around her name. “Please…”
“You’re clenching so tight,” she said, her thumb finding your clit. “Like you’re trying to keep me here.” You whined, hips jerking forward, but she only laughed. “Tell me what you need, sweetheart.”
Your breath hitched, the words tangling in your throat as her fingertips traced lazy circles just inside your entrance, maddeningly shallow. “I—I need you to—” You gasped as she crooked her fingers just right, the pressure sharp and perfect, but she withdrew before you could chase it. “Shoko, please!”
“Please what? You said that a hundred times” Her fingers started working just a little faster. “You want me to fuck you properly? Make you come?”
You shuddered, your thighs trembling with the effort of staying still as she dragged her fingers through your slickness, smearing it over your clit in a torturous arc. “Both,” you admitted, the word cracking open in your throat. “I… want both.”
“Ohh, so you’re greedy!” She laughed brightly.
You were so gone, so desperate that you didn’t even have the strength to keep begging. You just dropped your head to Shoko’s shoulder, trying to move your hips in her fingers by yourself, whining like a lost puppy and biting her shoulder. “S-Shooo!” You managed to say, voice barely above a whisper and sweat clinging to your whole body.
“Aw, sweetheart, you have to lift your head,” Shoko said, tapping your temple and using her free hand to grab your neck and push you up. “I want to see your face when you cum.”
You never moved your head that fast and when you tentatively moved your hips only to see Shoko letting you move as you liked, you couldn’t stop. “Take what you need, kiddo.” Shoko smiled, pressing your clit while you rode her fingers like no one, gasping and whining, forcing yourself to look at her the whole time because she asked you to.
Your whole body shaked, legs locking around Shoko’s hips and clenching hard on her fingers. You arched your back, Shoko supported your lower back just in case, while you made a mess on her hand.
For a moment, all you could hear was your own ragged breathing and the slick sound of Shoko’s fingers moving lazily inside you, drawing out the aftershocks. “I’m so proud of you, sweetheart.”
“Thank you, mommy,” you said, body going limp on her lap.
That makes Shoko lift her head to look you in the eyes. “Mommy? We’re gonna have to talk about that one, sweetie.”
“Mm,” you answer her, shivering because of your nakedness and the soft touches of Shoko.
older gf!shoko ieiri discovers your breeding kink ╱ mdni, mommy kink, strap usage, breeding kink, sub!reader and dom!shoko ˚.✦
You are too high on her tits, laying in her lap as she feeds them to you, letting you suck on her nipples and leave marks on them as she plays with your pussy. You’re the one naked, whining and whimpering every time she rubs your clit with enough pleasure, but what’s making you really wet are her tits. Her plump and fatty breasts filling your mouth, you try to get as much fat as you can on your mouth, even gagging with them. Your free hand massages the one that isn’t on your mouth, her nipple hardening as you twist it.
Your thoughts go slow in your mind, not really thinking about anything except her, her tits and her fingers. You wish you could suck something out of her tits, the idea of her feeding you milk making you clench. Shoko notices how you moan and clench loudly because of your own thoughts.
“I hope you’re thinking about me, pretty baby,” she laughs, using her free hand to twirl one of your curls in her finger.
“Mmph!” you nod, freeing her nipple with a wet pop. You roll your hips, following the length of her fingers and she obliges, pushing them deeper inside of you. Your mind goes blank, you were too lost on her boobs to think about your own needs. “I wish, hah… I wish I could make you a real mommy.”
Her fingers stop, making you gasp and realize what you’ve said. It’s true that you usually call your hot, older girlfriend mommy, it makes your stomach flutter and you know how much Shoko likes it. But you weren’t meant to say that! You always kept those thoughts to yourself, now you’re gonna make her feel weird and definitely uncomfortable.
“Oh yeah?” Shoko says, pressing her thumb on your clit. “Is that what you’d like to do to me? Breed me good?”
You gasp again, bringing your hands to your mouth and covering your face with shame as you shake your face fast. “N-no!”
“Aww, don’t hide from me, baby,” she coos, gently pulling your hands away from your face. “My shy little girl’s been thinking about breeding me this whole time?”
You shake your head again, but it’s weak, a pathetic little whimper slips out instead. “I-I didn’t mean to!”
“Yes you did.” She leans down and kisses your forehead, then your warm cheek, all while her fingers curl inside you just right. “It’s okay. I love knowing what gets you this soaked. Feel how tight you got just saying it?”
You can’t even answer. Your face is buried against the soft, heavy swell of her breast again, lips latching onto her nipple like it’ll save you from the embarrassment. You suck harder, tongue swirling, trying to lose yourself in the taste of her skin and the weight of her tit filling your mouth. Shoko moans softly, threading her fingers through your curls and tugging just enough to make your scalp tingle.
After a minute she eases you back, cupping your jaw so you have to look at her. “Look at mommy.” Her smile is warm but teasing. “You want to put a baby in me so bad, don’t you? Fill me up until I’m all round and leaking?”
The words hit you straight between the legs, you clench around her fingers so hard she laughs.
“Thought so.” She pulls her hand free, ignoring your disappointed whine and licks her fingers clean while you watch. “That’s why we’re going to fix it, pretty girl.”
Shoko shifts you gently off her lap and reaches for her laptop on the nightstand, she props it up on her thighs, opens it, and starts typing while you lie there naked and trembling, trying to cover yourself with your arms.
“Come here,” she says, patting the spot beside her. When you hesitate, all shy and curled up, she grabs your wrist and tugs you close until your head is resting on her shoulder. “We’re buying a strap together. Something nice and thick so you can fuck me like you mean it.”
Your mouth goes dry. “Sho!”
“Pick one,” she whispers, turning the screen toward you. The page is already loaded—some discreet, high-end toy site with rows of realistic straps in different sizes, colors and shapes. She scrolls slowly, letting you see every detail. “I want the one my sweet girl thinks will breed me the best. Go on, baby, choose.”
You stare at the screen, face flaming. The thought of actually clicking on one, imagining it strapped to your hips, sliding into her while you whimper and rut against her like some desperate thing… it’s too much! Your fingers hover uselessly over the trackpad, too embarrassed to move. Shoko notices immediately, enjoying your embarrassment a little too much. “Too shy to pick the cock that’s gonna knock me up?”
You nod before you can stop yourself, hiding your face in her neck, she smells so good it makes your head spin.
“Poor baby,” she teases, kissing the top of your head while her free hand slides down to cup your pussy again, fingers gliding through how embarrassingly wet you are. “I’ll help you then. But you’re still gonna tell me which one you want. Because once it gets here… you’re using it on mommy until I can’t walk straight. Understand?”
You whimper against her skin, thighs pressing together around her hand, already imagining it. “Y-yeah,” you answer.
The package arrives two days later and you spend the whole afternoon anxious, cheeks warm every time you glance at the plain box on the bed. Shoko waits until evening, she opens it with a calm little smile, pulling out the thick, realistic strap you finally chose together and it looks even bigger in real life.
“Come here, baby,” she says softly, patting the edge of the bed. You stand there naked and fidgety while she helps you step into the harness. Her hands are gentle, adjusting the straps around your hips, tightening them until the base of the dildo presses snug against your clit, every little brush of her fingers makes you twitch.
“Does it feel okay?” she asks, looking up at you with those pretty eyes. You nod too fast, already embarrassed by how the weight of it hangs between your legs. It feels strange but good, especially when she gives the shaft a slow stroke with her hand like she’s checking it. “Good. Now get on top of me.”
Your heart hammers as you climb over her, Shoko lies back against the pillows, completely naked, legs spread just for you. She looks so soft and inviting, her tits full and her pussy already glistening. You’ve never been on top like this before, never been the one doing the fucking. Your thighs shake as you settle between her legs, the strap bumping against her thigh.
“Shoko… I don’t know if I—” you start, voice all small and whiny.
“You do,” she murmurs, reaching down to guide the tip of the strap to her entrance. She rubs it up and down her slick folds, coating it and the sight alone makes you whimper. “Just push in slow, pretty girl. Mommy’s right here.”
The head slips inside her and she sighs, but you freeze after just an inch, overwhelmed by the view, by how tight she feels around it, by the way the base rubs your clit with every tiny movement. A pathetic little sound escapes your throat.
“Deeper, baby. You can do it.” Her hands slide to your hips, pulling you forward gently but firmly. Inch by inch you sink into her until your hips meet hers. Shoko moans softly, her back arching a little. “That’s it… feel how full I am? You’re stretching mommy so good.”
You bury your face in her neck, hips trembling as you try not to move too fast. Everything feels too intense. The harness digs into your skin, your clit throbs against the base and Shoko’s warm, wet heat squeezes around the strap like she really is taking you.
“Move your hips, sweetheart,” she coos, one hand stroking your back while the other tangles in your curls. “Nice and deep, like you want to breed me. Come on… tell me, do you like how it feels inside me?”
“Y-yes,” you whimper, starting to rock into her in shallow thrusts. The motion makes the base grind against your clit and you moan against her skin, embarrassed by how loud you sound. “It’s… it’s like I can feel your warmth, f-fuck Shoko!”
“Shh, just fuck me, baby.” She lifts her hips to meet you, guiding your rhythm until you find a steady pace. Every thrust makes wet sounds that fill the room and turn you even redder. “You wanted this, didn’t you? Wanted to put a baby in mommy’s belly. Say it.”
You whine, hips stuttering. “I… I did. I do. Want to fill you up s-so bad.”
Her breath catches when you push deeper and she rewards you by wrapping her legs around your waist. “Louder, pretty girl. Tell me how much you want to knock me up while you’re inside me.”
The words spill out between shaky moans as you start thrusting harder, losing yourself in the feeling. “I want to breed you mmph! Want to cum so deep you get pregnant… please, mommy!”
Shoko gasps, nails digging into your back as she pulls you closer. “Good girl, ah! Keep going just like that. Don’t stop until you’ve given mommy every drop.”
You’re a whiny and flushed mess on top of her, hips snapping forward again and again, chasing that perfect pressure on your clit while she moans and praises you the whole time. Every time you slow down from embarrassment she coaxes you right back with soft words and guiding hands, making sure you fuck her exactly how you’ve always secretly dreamed.
a/n: this has been sitting on my drafts for a long time and oh my god i think it turned out greatt
content: alphabetically ordered smut headcanons, NSFW under the cut, 18+ content ‧₊˚ ⋅‧₊˚ ⋅‧₊˚ ⋅
w/c: ~3k words
a = aftercare (what they’re like after sex)
- for lee, aftercare is not optional! it doesn't matter what stage of your relationship you're in, because the fact remains that lee is an affectionate lover who commits so much of himself to you. he constructs himself around effort and giving his all to everything, and you are no exception.
lee is incredibly attentive to your needs, both physical and emotional. if you ask, he will provide. a glass of water, something to eat, whatever you want. even if your wish is to do nothing, he will abide by it. he'll tend to your soreness with warm baths, gentle massages, and cuddles against his bare skin. and he'll tend to your conscience with reassurance that you don't even have to ask for. he'll ask you if you're okay, he'll ask you about how it felt, and most of all, he will praise you for your bravery, and your willingness to be vulnerable with him. expect late-night conversation too.
b = body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)
- lee seems like the kind of person who has a generally positive opinion of his body as a whole, because his entire body is the product of his hard work and discipline. he loves every muscle on his body, and rightfully so. they're the fruits of his labour. he's quite content with himself, but he probably favours his arms and legs: the parts of his body he uses the most in combat. he would totally send you bicep pics too, i don't make the rules!
- lee loves your stomach! it's a soft, vulnerable place where all your guts are; it's very grounding for him. he spends so much time training, pushing himself mechanically as if he isn't a person too. he's constantly surrounded by the toughness of his muscles. so whenever he holds you and feels the soft flesh of your tummy under his hands, it brings him back down to earth. he doesn't care for the size of your stomach, how flat it is, or how much fat there is there. as long as it's you, he's obsessed. if you've got a bellybutton piercing, he'll be doubly obsessed!
c = cum (anything to do with cum, basically)
- it doesn't matter how many times you have sex, part of him is always going to be a bit shy about cumming, because he never cums a regular amount. there is consistently a LOT, and you've grown to accept that there will always be a mess after you fuck.
- if he cums inside you, then he's filling you to the brim and beyond. he has enough to fill two of you in one round. good luck if he cums ON you, because you are going to be soaked. if he cums in your mouth and sees that you've successfully managed to swallow all of it, you will have his heart for life.
- lee is not a picky eater, but he would choose to eat healthier foods and stick to a clean diet to complement his athletic lifestyle. he's totally hydrated too. because of this, i think his cum wouldn't taste bad at all. quite neutral and mild in flavour, almost like drinking water. it's not as viscous, and it's a bit more runny in consistency.
d = dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)
- i've touched on this before, but something about the way you smell brings out the deviant in him. if you get close to him and he smells the sillage of your fragrance, he's going to feel horny! if he smells your lotion, he's hard. he's felt tempted to jack himself off using your lotion as lube on many occasions. he gave in once. you still don't know. your worn clothes also make him feel some kind of way, because they're laced with your natural scent. don't let him get near a pair of your underwear.
- he also (secretly) wants to fuck the shit out of you! for your own comfort, he'll be as gentle as you want. but if you give him the green light, he will have no problem being rough with you. it's cathartic for him because it's a moment where he doesn't have to be disciplined. he can finally let go by pounding into you.
e = experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)
- i mean, it's obvious. lee was an absolute virgin before he met you. he's not ignorant by any means. he does have an awareness and understanding of what sex is, but it's not something that he has actively tried to pursue. being a shinobi and training for the job was a greater priority, so he never cared. as well as this, lee never really received any romantic attention that could divert into sex. it's very likely that you would be his first everything.
- he makes up for his lack of experience by being a quick learner who's observant. he learns very quickly what makes you moan, what makes you uncomfortable, and where you like being touched.
f = favorite position (this goes without saying)
- honestly, as long as his dick is in you, he loves it. i can see him having a strong preference for spooning. he loves the closeness, and the fact that spooning is essentially an extension of cuddling. he loves burying his nose in the crook of your neck, speaking softly in your ear, and kissing your shoulder as he thrusts in and out of you.
- missionary is another favourite of his. to him, the intimacy of eye contact makes this position sacred. he feels gratified when he looks at the blissed-out look on your face, because he knows he's the one who put it there! some days he'll interlock his fingers between yours and go slow, and other days he'll pin your hands above your head and fuck you like there won't be a tomorrow.
- i can also see him enjoying a really good mating press for similar reasons.
g = goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous?)
- lee doesn't play about giving you love. he pours his heart into sex with you, so it's not like he would be cracking jokes in an effort to make you laugh. you might accidentally bump noses during a kiss, or he might slip out of you without meaning to when you're fucking; it's unintentional things like this that make you laugh. it's a very light atmosphere that's free of judgement. your laughter is always comfortable.
h = hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)
- he's disciplined in every sense, including hygiene, and this is true for the pubic hair too. he trims himself out of habit for the purposes of maintaining hygiene and comfort during training. yes, the carpets match the drapes! dark, straight, but not as thick as the hair on his head. a bit more sparse.
i = intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)
- lee actually invented the concept of romance! he created passion!
- love is something that he craves and daydreams about from time to time, and now that you're in his life, he has a place to pour his love into. you are his muse. sweet kisses, warm embraces, candles, bouquets of flowers. it's beyond the bedroom. you are loved in every way! sex is just one of them.
j = jack off (masturbation headcanon)
- i mean, he tries not to, but sexual discipline is something he can never master. his urges are not that frequent, but they are strong. before you, he'd probably jack himself off once a week (after battling with his demons for all the other days of that week). you're always at the forefront of his mind when he strokes himself to climax.
- when you're together, he finds himself not doing it as frequently, because you are ultimately more satisfying than his hand. sometimes, if you're away, he might do it for old times' sake. maybe he'll use your worn clothes as an aid... maybe he'll use your lotion as lube...
k = kink (one or more of their kinks)
- he would love it if you placed him in a position of submission. the idea of you, seeing his body as conquest, turns him the fuck on. his body belongs to you, and he wants you to use him to get off to your heart's content.
- being your rope bunny is a recurring thought of his. tie him up, please. he loves anything to do with sensory deprivation too. it's a big test of trust where he has to rely on you. he wants you to control him. he loves the anticipation that comes with wondering what you're gonna do with his body. make him wear a blindfold! handcuff him! give him earplugs! the dick is yours, take it!
- you can't tell me lee wouldn't enjoy overstimulation. being pushed past his limits is something that happens to him in his daily life anyways, like when he trains. the way he pushes through the pain of one more rep, is the same way he pushes through the excruciating pleasure past an orgasm.
- praise kink! lee has spent so much of his life seeking approval. he wants to be recognised for something positive. your opinions hold so much value to lee, so he thinks that your encouragement and flattery are the most validating things to ever hit his ears.
tell him that he's doing an amazing job at pleasing you. tell him that he feels good when he's fucking you. tell him that he's incomparable; that nobody is like him. he absolutely melts when you compliment his body too.
l = location (favorite places to do the do)
- anywhere in his place or yours, but specifically, the bedroom. it's gonna have to be the bedroom for a while. lee doesn't want to risk being caught, and as a result, interrupted. the bedroom offers you ultimate privacy, and it allows lee to really take his time with you, as opposed to you both being hurried and frantic because you're fucking where you're not supposed to be.
m = motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)
- he's easy for you so it doesn't take much. anything you do is good enough reason for him to get turned on. again, he really likes the way you smell. your perfume makes him hard. he also likes watching you do your makeup. applying lip gloss around him warrants a boner.
- what gets lee going is seeing your enthusiasm. KNOWING that you want him, and being vocal about your need for him gets him going. lee loves it when you make your desire unambiguous, plain and obvious.
n = no (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)
- lee will refuse to participate in anything that hurts you. no spanking, no smacking, no choking, not even if you want it. though he really wants to please you, it's a personal problem on his behalf that might be liable to budge with a compelling argument. you have to convince him, and try to get him to see things from your perspective if you want it to happen.
- he's not going to entertain the idea of urine, scat, and blood either. he hates the thought of dirtying you, and desecrating the temple that is your body.
o = oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)
- being the person he is, he would prefer to give you head. lee is not an expert at giving oral, but he also isn't terrible at giving oral either. he's a decent in-between that makes you cum and leaves you satisfied every time. he loves it when your body starts to twitch from your orgasm. he gets better with more practise with you.
- lee loves receiving blowjobs from you. if you offer to give him head, he'll be like putty in your hands. he loves it when you get on your knees and pay him undivided attention. he loves watching your cheeks hollow and feeling your tongue all over his cock. he loves the eye contact. he just loves head, full stop.
p = pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)
- depends on two things: what you want, and how he feels. if you want him to take it slow, he will. if you want it fast, he'll do that too.
- usually lee likes to savour you, so he likes to go at a medium to slow pace. he'll wait until you're comfortable, then he'll move regularly. like this, his dick is so thorough in exploring your tight warmth, making sure to hit your sweet spot over and over. other days, he'll feel unbelievably horny and pent-up. if you've been apart for a while, he is going to ram his cock into you hard and fast.
q = quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)
- he enjoys quickies, because he's such a busy and productive person. quickies give him the chance to sneak you into a booked day. only sparingly though, because he honestly prefers full-length sex where he's not robbed by time. he feels that quickies don't give him the chance to show you the full extent of his love. he doesn't see sex as something he should rush.
r = risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)
- lee is absolutely down to experiment with you. he's very receptive to different things, and will never meet you with harsh judgement when it comes to new things. he's willing to remain open-minded, so long as you are not hurt, and so long as it isn't extreme. see letter "N" for an elaboration.
s = stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)
- you're convinced that lee could last forever if it weren't for you reaching your limit. he has rigorous training to thank for his relentless endurance. he can go for 10 rounds, and still have so much energy left for more. his refractory period isn't so long either, so he's good to keep cumming as many times as you'd like. he's satisfied when you are.
t = toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)
- lee didn't know this was an option, but it's an option he embraces nonetheless. he's very open to them. from time to time he'll implement into a round of sex, like using a vibrating wand on you while he fucks you. he'll let you try cock rings, vibrators and whatever you want on him. but for the most part, it's a not first choice he would consider regularly. he can do all the jobs a toy can.
u = unfair (how much they like to tease)
- i don't think lee would be the one teasing you deliberately. he'd do something sexually provocative without intending to, like walking around you shirtless, wearing pants that hang dangerously low around his hips. when it comes to sex, he doesn't want to dance around it. he just wants to feel you as soon as he can. if anything, he'd want you to do the teasing.
v = volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)
- lee is incredibly vocal when you two are engaging in any sexual act! he isn't the kind of loud that would make people file a complaint, but he is considerably audible.
- he will make noise through any act of intimacy. he'll absolutely moan into your mouth when you're making out. he'll whimper if you tease him or make him sub. he'll whine during head... just a professional noisemaker tbh. his voice is breathy and so full of need whenever you two are fucking. he loves to call out your name during sex too, and shower you in praises. he'll tell you how beautiful you are, he'll tell you how good you feel.
w = wild card (a random headcanon for the character)
- lee has like, 2 hours of screen time a week, and you have to explain every online phenomenon that is happening on the internet to him. he doesn't understand what you mean when you call him 'da real art,' or 'the birthday,' but he's trying.
x = x-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)
- lee is a taijutsu tank that's relying exclusively on raw physical sense. obviously, he's muscular. not in the traditionally large "jacked" bodybuilder sense, but he has very well-defined muscles, and is big where it counts. abs, arms, back, legs, his entire body is so nicely toned. additionally, lee has his fair share of scars from battles and rough training, as well as stretch marks from rapid muscle growth.
- a solid 6 inches when he's completely hard. lee is a grower, not a shower, and he's cut. his dick is slightly more tan than the rest of his body. it's thick enough for you to feel a stretch every time he puts it in, and there's a few veins that run across his shaft. tip colour is #BD6F6F.
y = yearning (how high is their sex drive?)
- on his own, lee has a slightly lower than average sex drive. when he's around you, the drive increases. he feels a stronger urge to make out with you, grind against you, get head from you...
- he has more of a desire for you as opposed to sex with you tbh. he prefers non-sexual contact, and you're going to be the one initiating sexual activity a crisp 75% of the time. primarily because lee wants you to be comfortable, and seek him on your own terms. he would hate to make you uncomfortable by asking too much, too soon.
z = zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)
- lee won't fall asleep unless you've been held, comforted, reassured, debriefed, cleaned up, fed, and hydrated. rest doesn't come until you are tended to! and even after that, it's very likely that you'll hear his 3AM thoughts, and have late-night conversation while cuddling with him. after fucking lee, you will genuinely have the best sleep of your life.
a/n: hi guys! still getting to your requests. i've got a 10 day break in the middle of my exams, and this is just a little in-between for you guys. hope you enjoy! (also, could someone help me find the artist so I could credit them?)
✦ 𐙚₊˚⊹♡ Inumaki can’t is trying to handle allat !!
based on this request and a part 2 to this !
Inumaki had successfully made his friends believe in his relationship, but now a new trouble had arisen.
No one in public seemed to realise you two were dating. Shouldn’t it have been obvious since you were always together? That’s what Inumaki assumed anyway.
His assumptions were apparently always wrong.
The first incident happened on the beach, the sun casting an overpowering glow over the terrain, providing an intense heat that had people setting up umbrellas everywhere to avoid it.
When you had first pulled off your clothes, revealing your red bikini underneath, he almost got a boner in the middle of the beach. Therefore, he tried to stay close to you the whole time, one hand lingering on your lower back or pecking your lips at any given chance.
It managed to keep the lingering eyes at just that, no one daring to approach.
Until he stupidly decided to rest on his beach towel, two hands behind his head. You were only two or three metres from him, trying to make a sandcastle with the utmost dedication as it fell into pieces for the fourth time.
“Excuse me?”
You looked up.
Inumaki looked up.
“Yeah, you’re like really fit. Can I get your number?”
“No, I have a boyfriend. Sorry,” you replied stiffly, watching the group of boys grumble and hit each other before strolling off.
When you turned to look at Inumaki, he had his eyes closed facing the sky. You walked over to him, tapping his foot.
“Hm,” he grunted in acknowledgment.
“Toge,” you said with a smirk. “I know you saw that.”
He silently flicked his sunglasses over his nose, covering his eyes and causing you to laugh and lightly slap his chest. “You’re such a child, Toge. Did you think I was going to say yes or something?”
Silence.
You lean down and press a kiss against his abdomen, watching the muscles twitch underneath your touch. Then you lean over and press your lips firmly against his, breasts pressing into his chest and threatening to spill out of the skimpy material. His hand finally lifts, resting on your waist as you pull back.
“Salmon,” he hums gently. “Tuna mayo.”
You run your nails down his torso, watching his body shiver as you trailed lower and lower. “You’ve been touchy all day.” Your fingers trail over the waistband of his swimming shorts. “It’s been to keep everyone away, hasn’t it?” You flash him a grin. “You’re hot when you’re protective and jealous.”
He pushes his sunglasses back over his hair and looks up at you from where he’s still laying down.
“Cavier,” he grumbles.
You roll your eyes. “I presume you’re swearing at the boys and not me.”
“Salmon.”
“Good. Otherwise I would’ve gone and actually given them my number.”
Inumakis hand slips lower and grips your ass. Hard.
“Just teasing.” You press another kiss to his lips. “You’ll always be my…” you hesitate. “…alpha.”
He grins at that, laughing when he sees your disgusted expression at what you just said. “Salmon,” he agrees.
The second incident happened at the arcade. A date that the two of you had planned for weeks.
The world was a blur around the two of you as you focused purely on each other, making out in the photobooth machine, hogging the basketball machine, stealing all the balls at the bowling alley from the little kids and claiming they were lucky.
“Toge! Please can we play pool?” You ask as you already begin dragging him towards the empty pool table.
As you pay for it at the counter, hand the worker the money and walk back with your little coin to start the game, a group of boys walks past, not even bothering to look at your eyes before staring straight at your low-cut top.
Luckily, you didn’t seem to notice as you lightly jogged over to your boyfriend. He wrapped a protective arm around your waist as you pressed a kiss against his cheek.
As you leaned down to grab the sticks, your breasts jutted out from your top, the soft flesh looking ever so tempting to Inumaki who was trying to focus on anything else.
Except, every time you’d lean over the table to hit the balls, he wasn’t able to tear his eyes away. Every touch and graze against his arm set him alight, making his thoughts more clouded… and more lustful.
When you finally won, you spun with a squeal of glee to brag. However, he was clearly distracted, zoned out and staring down at his hands which were gripping the stick firmly.
“Toge? Are you okay?” You asked, reaching out to graze your fingers against his knuckles. “You- oh.” When you glanced down, you saw the very obvious problem. In his trousers.
You gaped at him as he nervously glanced at you. “Toge, you are such a horny freak!” You whisper-yelled with uncontrollable laughter.
Placing the sticks down, you quickly drag him into a gender-neutral toilet and push him up against the wall. He pulls in a sharp breath as you grope him through his jeans, unzipping them and unbuckling his belt.
His cock sprang free, flushed head leaking pre-cum as it throbbed in your hand. You rub your thumb over the slit, smearing the pre-cum around his base.
Quiet moans slipped from Inumaki’s mouth as you started moving your hand up and down, hips jerking forward involuntarily.
“I can’t believe you got a boner in the middle of the arcade,” you tease with a giggle, making his cheeks turn a deeper shade of pink.
“Mmm- caviar,” he groans out when your hand speeds up, the thap thap noise getting louder as he covers his mouth with his hand, eyes finally opening and immediately straying down to your chest, breasts jiggling with your quick hand movements.
You watch him intently, how he’s completely fixated. Without giving it much thought, you reach back and untie the strings holding the top together, letting it fall and expose your bra underneath, providing a much better view for your boyfriend.
You giggle again as he whimpers, one hand shooting to your hip and squeezing roughly, not so slyly slipping it down to your ass to cop a feel.
He comes unexpectedly, head tipping back against the cold wall and emitting a loud whimper, biting his lip to hold back the sounds.
Once you manage to clean up, Toge ties your top up again with relentless teasing. “You really like my breasts, huh?” You smirk.
He pulls his phone out from his pocket, quickly typing something on his notes.
I’m sorry. But they are fucking gorgeous.
You laugh, head tipping to rest on his chest. “Don’t apologise. They love the attention.”
More typing.
do THEY love the attention or do YOU love the attention
“Hmm. Both.”
He laughed, pushing his phone into his pocket again. “Salmon.”
what if i write an L fic that ur L’s gf and when he dies ur the one to figure out Light is Kira first and you hunt him down and you kill him slow and painful for revenge as a Treat
he’s sitting on the floor in front of the couch in between your legs, his head resting against your lower abdomen.
his fingers moved over the controller with practiced precision, some first person shooter game hooked up to the television.
you’re playing with his hair, absentmindedly scrolling through your phone. but you were beginning to get bored of this. it was a saturday night, and you had gone over to your boyfriends dorm expecting him to at least pay attention to you.
you got an idea.
your voice was soft, hands stilling in his hair as you spoke, “hey.”
“hm.”
“do you wanna eat me out?”
he paused for a moment, fingers stilling on the controller, before he began to shift.
“…yeah.”
just like that, the game was forgotten.
GAME OVER flashed on the screen, but neither of you cared.
megumi was now kneeling in front of the couch, his face buried between your thighs as his fingers gently ran up and down your bare legs.
“ngh.. like that..” you moaned, fingers entangled in his hair, gripping hard. it only egged him on further. he even quietly whimpered into your pussy as you tugged at his hair.
his tongue made your toes curl, low, raw moans tearing from your throat. he knew how to make you feel good, and he would never miss an opportunity to do so.
“f-fuck.. gonna cum- don’t stop..” you whined, eyes squeezing shut, head thrown back against the couch cushions as you felt your release build.
megumi kept going, his hands gripping your thighs tight. his tongue lapped at your sweet juices, drinking in your slick like water. he moaned softly into your folds, he wasn’t even touching himself, your pleasure just got him off so good.
you came with a broken cry, your hands tight in his hair. megumi didn’t stop until you were shaking with overstimulation.
he pressed his cheek against your inner thigh, panting and looking up at you with that soft, puppy-eyed gaze.
his voice was quiet as he finally spoke, cheeks tinted slightly pink.
ᨳິ ׂ 𓈒 𝒎𝒅𝒏𝒊 .. 𝒈𝒆𝒕𝒐 𝒔𝒖𝒈𝒖𝒓𝒖 enjoys flustering you with his hot praise ⸝⸝ ྀ
suguru is already ruining you, balls deep and perfectly hitting your sweet spot relentlessly. always able to tell just what will drive you insane, what will have your walls trembling and eyes rolling. he reads you like a book, which is why he's being evil and singing you sinful praises.
"you feel so good, pretty," he hums low, leaning down so he can speak right into your ear, "those little sounds you're letting out are letting me know you feel the same."
you bite your lip to hold back those exact noises he's talking about. whinging at him to, "stop." your words ring hollow to even your ears though. fingers gripping him tight, legs wrapped around his slim waist to keep him trapped inside you.
"i'm just trying to tell you how hot you are," a laugh passes his lips, amused. "you're all twitchy and worked up, i love it."
your cunt drips around him, soaking him in even more slick the more he talks, "sugu, stop– hng– stop talking."
he ignores your words, "shhh, listen." his big palm covers your mouth so you'll be quiet and focus in on the wet squelching of him fucking your pussy. "god, you're so wet. creaming all over me," letting out a wistful sigh, like he dreams about this.
his hand stays on your mouth, "can you feel the way you're pulsing around me?—" sentence cut off by a drawn out groan, and then picking back up like he didn't just almost fall apart, "i can, i can and it feels fucking divine."
suguru can feel the way your skin flushes and heats up under his touch, so obvious to him how much you're enjoying his taunting despite your whining. spine tingling from how much he enjoys this, how good it feels.
your eyes meet his and you break, waterline brimming with unshed tears. the pleasure is overwhelming you, as well as his humiliating praise that you enjoy far too much. not able to tell him to shut up and not really wanting to anymore anyways. your lips press a soft kiss to his palm and he coos at you.
"you're so pretty," he removes his hand and flattens himself to you completely, head tucking into your neck, "my pretty baby. my pretty, pathetic, baby."
his pelvis grinds against your clit, his cock throbbing inside your walls as he keeps pressing kisses to your skin, along with his murmured words. your stomach flips from the stimulation, cumming on him, soaking his dick in fresh, honeyed slick.
"ah, there we go," he sighs. head tilting down so he can glimpse how his shaft looks as he pulls out, dripping obscenely from your orgasm. "messy little thing." and he doesn't sound the least bit disappointed about it.
"you're so evil," you pout, trying to ignore your lingering need. his cock still hard and half-way inside your shaking pussy.
"you love it," suguru stuffs you full once more, his chest rumbling with a moan, "i know just how horny it makes you."
Geto who has a crush on both Gojo and you—who’s the definition of a bi disaster that he has to sit the two of you down n’ address this. He needs to make out with both of you, he says. Took you Iong enough- the two of you bIurt out. Geto who feeIs a thrill go up his spine being in-between you both—who finds that Gojo’s gentIe with him whilst you’re rough- you’re Ieaving marks down his neck and Gojo’s pecking them away. Geto who tries to messily kiss the both of you at once—and you have to pull away and tell him no need to rush, there’ll be more than enough time for the both of you.
In which crazy gf!reader argues with Boyfriend!Sukuna on a bridge in broad daylight
“It was a fucking milkshake!” he roars.
“It was cheating!” you shriek. People look and point. You ignore them. “You paid for a girl’s milkshake! That means you want her milkshake! I see your infidelity. Real eyes realise real lies, asshole!”
Sukuna groans, face in hands. This day was going from bad to worse — waking up late because you turned his alarms off, getting a ticket when you leaned over to beep the horn at a police car, almost getting into a fist fight after you shoved him into a random man, and now?
Now, he’s stuck on a bridge because his vengeful girlfriend’s pissed he treated a classmate to a milkshake. Apparently, milkshakes are equivalent to head in your books. Suffice to say, he’s ready for the day to end.
And it’s not even 12pm yet.
“Jesus, you drive me fucking insane,” Sukuna grits out. His foot taps relentlessly against the cement, muscles in his face ticking, jaw flexing. “You’ve got a real skill for ruining my goddamn life, I swear to god, woman.”
“Oh? Well, if your life sucks so much, then make a new one without me!” you screech, arms flailing wildly. “In fact, lemme help you out by just, I don’t know, jumping off this goddamn bridge!”
“Yeah, please fucking do! I’ll join you!”
People passing by whisper: “Oh my god, they’re causing a scene,” “should we step in?”, and “are they actually going to jump?” Or some variations of those. Concerned, an old lady steps forward and offers, “My dear, if you need help, we’re here for you.”
You whirl around, throwing the death glare you had at them instead of your boyfriend. That isn’t enough for them to take the hint, it would seem. Taking a deep breath, you give Sukuna only a second to brace himself before you proceed to start…barking. Like a chihuaha. Yipping is probably more accurate. You bark and bark and bark until even more people stop to look. They flinch back, aghast. The old lady splutters, “What on Earth is wrong with you?”
“Fuck you, you old bat,” Sukuna snaps, angry for a new reason. “Never heard a woman bark before? Grow the fuck up and get the hell away from us — our foreplay’s none of your goddamn business.”
Blanching, they stumble back. Then, they march away from the train wreck of a couple making a scene on the bridge flustered and embarrassed. You watch them leave. “Ugh, people these days,” you scoff. “No manners.”
Sukuna grunts in agreement. “Weirdos.” He glances down at you. “Where were we?”
You hum in thought, then beam. “I was gonna jump off the bridge.”
“Oh, yeah.” Shaking tension back into his body, he moulds his face back into an angry scowl. “You can’t keep threatening to jump every time you don’t get your way!”
“Says who?” you yell.
Across the bridge, two policemen sigh and shake their heads at the people silently questioning if they’re going to do something. All they say is, “They’re here every week.”
Based off a couple I saw actually arguing on a bridge a couple days ago. Hope they’re doing well
nerdjo’s high maintenance gf is his prettiest distraction !
I. DISTRACTION #1: NO KISSING IN THE LECTURE HALLS !
time: 8:46 am location: Curtis Lecture Hall I (CLH-I)
gojo satoru is typing one handed because his other hand is pressed between your thighs.
not that he minds. 8AM thursday means excel sheets & a cup of hot coffee to keep his bleary eyes open. gojo satoru is trying—trying to focus, but his pretty girl is talking a mile a minute and he’ll be damned if he didn’t reply to your every word.
“it was so hard getting out of bed today, toru,” you pout up at him, chin on his shoulder & gloss sticky on his sleeve. “i told kento to stop by and wake me up on his way to class. can you believe he didn’t?”
“i’m very proud of you for getting out of bed regardless.”
“thank you. it was very hard.”
you sigh against his shoulder. “he’s probably still mad i cussed him out,” you huff, reaching up to twirl the hairs on his nape. “all because i put him on cherry crush and he tried to act like he discovered it first.”
satoru’s eyes are still on his screen, so you squeeze his palm between your thighs to bring him back to you. “he’s so petty, toru.”
“very petty, baby.”
you frown. it’s been exactly thirteen minutes and forty-two seconds since satoru looked at you last. he’s been on this stupid spreadsheet since class started, and it’s really starting to piss you off.
so you block his view.
“look at my fingers, toru,” you breathe, lifting your hand in front of his face. “i was in such a rush i forgot my rings. my hand looks so ugly.”
he lifts his head—just slightly, just enough that he can focus on the screen & not your hand in front of him—& replies without a beat. “looks pretty, baby,” he murmurs, kissing the back of your hand. “so gorgeous.”
oh, that’s enough.
“toru.”
“hm, baby?”
“kiss me.”
gojo satoru chokes on his tongue. he freezes, blue eyes leaving the screen only to dart around the crowded lecture hall in alarm. he lets his eyes drop to you, and perhaps he shouldn’t have, because you’re looking up at him with glossy lips & too-big eyes & lashes that flutter in that way that means trouble. gojo gulps.
“we can’t do that right now, sweetheart,” his voice catches. you’re pouting up at him but satoru only cups your cheek and tries to reason with you. “we’re in public. can you wait for me, angel?”
your brows furrow, lips wobbling into that pout that only spells out gojo’s demise.
“are you ashamed to kiss me in public?” you croak, fake sniffling. “am i that ugly?”
you’re not ugly. you’re the most beautiful girl in the world, you know it, satoru knows it, & he also knows you’re doing this on purpose. but your eyes are so glossy. your breathing’s all hitched. your shoulders shake like you’re about to sob—
gojo satoru folds under zero pressure.
he cups your face, thumb brushing faux tears off your lashes as he presses his lips to yours. you taste like strawberry candy & something too sweet to have a name. gojo sighs into your mouth. cocks his head. pulls back just to lean in again when your lashes flutter up at him all pretty. he lets his thumb tug your lip and tongue lick your teeth and—
“ahem.”
you both freeze.
in the row in front of you the nanami kento is there, frown on his face & completely unamused. there are pens littered on his desk & his laptop is wide open—is he reading semantic error?
he eyes you both, lips curled in disgust.
“this is not a love nest.”
you & satoru are blinking in disbelief when nanami turns back to his laptop. he slams it shut in embarrassment when he’s met with an inappropriate panel onscreen.
II. DISTRACTION #2: NETWORKING ❌ NOT WORKING ✅
time: 7:14 pm. location: Bergeron Center for Engineering Excellence
⎚-⎚
gojo satoru has five minutes until the most important meeting of his life.
an opportunity to pitch one of his latest projects to some high-class engineering recruiters—lucky him! he’s in a private office with his speech in his hands, and his beautiful girlfriend kicking her feet on the office table.
you’re supposed to be his supportive plus-one. and gojo does feel supported—how could he not when the love of his life is here for him, dressed up like a midsummer dream? but gojo thinks he’d feel even more supported if you weren’t bracketing his thighs & tugging on his tie every time he tries to speak.
“thank you all for coming. i’m honored to have this opportunity—“
“satoruu,” you coo. “i miss you.”
gojo satoru knows better than to sigh. he does it anyway, collapsing into your neck in resignation as he squeezes your hips. you’re pressing a glossy kiss to his jaw. “i’m right here, sweetheart,” he mumbles, closing his eyes. “will you let me focus?”
you nod sweetly, squeaking a little when he presses a kiss to your neck in thanks.
“thank you all for coming. i’m honored to have this opportunity to present—“
“satoruu,”
thirteen words this time. fairs.
“yes, sweetheart.”
“my feet hurt,” you pout, kicking your feet up to show him. for once, you’re not being dramatic. even with your heels on satoru can see the sides of your feet reddening, flushed & slightly swollen against the material. his brows furrow. “how’d this happen, angel…?”
he kneels down to slip your heels off. you pout: “i got new heels so i’d look pretty for your presentation. now my feet hurt and i’ve ruined everything.”
satoru frowns, but you’re still spiraling. lips wobbly, eyes all glossy & nose wrinkled in lament. gojo’s heart goes sticky in his chest. how could you possibly ruin everything when you are everything?
he reaches up to wipe a tear off your cheek. “look at me, baby,” he murmurs, other hand rubbing circles on your ankles. he looks devastating like this—hair messy, tie loose from all your tugging & knees on the floor for you even though he’s in his finest dress pants. “you didn’t ruin anything, okay baby? look.”
he slips off your heels, then his own leather shoes, & laces them onto your bare feet. “wear these.”
you blink as he lifts you off the table, kneeling back down to adjust the shoes better. you wiggle your toes. your feet don’t even reach the middle, and you almost fall trying to walk two steps, but the gesture alone has you beaming. you turn to him with your lips bent in a clumsy smile.
“they’re huge, toru,” you giggle, twirling around in the office. satoru only smiles. his heart goes sticky in his throat. he pulls you into a soft kiss because trying to speak might make his chest hurt.
knock knock.
one of satoru’s classmates—nerd #1—peeks his head in, expression slightly terrified. “uh, gojo? they’re ready for you in the boardroom,” he gulps. “you’re up.”
satoru nods, gathers his speech papers. you’re practicing walking around in his shoes now, arms stretched out to help you balance as you waddle around with a grin on your face. gojo satoru looks down at his feet. they’re in nothing but a pair of socks.
right.
he sucks in a breath, then turns to kiss your forehead. “stay here where it’s warm, okay?”
you’re still entranced by his shoes, but you chirp out an okay! regardless. satoru bites his lip. it’s showtime.
——
the faculty is looking at satoru like he’s grown two heads.
have they never seen a shoeless man before? how rude. he’s standing on the boardroom’s stage now, clipboard in hand, projector lighting up the board behind him. some of the recruiters are nodding. the others are trying not to look at his feet so they can’t be accused of classism. gojo satoru is not even poor. a glance at his suit should tell you that.
but gojo doesn’t care. he presents without issue—even though the entire time, his mind is on you.
the boardroom door has a center made of glass. through the pane, satoru can see you back in the office—you’ve somehow found music controls for the office’s boombox, and you’re dancing—oh god, you’re dancing—twirling around with a clumsy smile & laughing when you stumble in his much larger shoes.
satoru’s heart swells. his lip twitches.
gojo turns his focus back to his presentation. he’ll work hard to keep you smiling for the rest of your life.
III. DISTRACTION #3 : WHY IS MY GIRLFRIEND IMMUNE TO TUTORING…
time: 6:14 PM location: The Quad, Satoru’s Apartment.
⎚-⎚
“who discovered america ?”
“Martin Luther King.”
You are going to fail this exam.
“that’s enough general history today,” gojo mutters, voice croaking in alarm when you give your answer. you’re tucked in his lap, fingers curled in his collar, nose in his neck & completely unbothered. your perfume is sticky in his lungs. “let’s try math. you like math, baby?”
“mhm,” you kiss his jaw. “love it.”
no you don’t. gojo flips open a book with one hand, the other rubbing circles on your thigh. “let’s practice some integration…” he scans the page for questions while you twirl the hairs on his nape. “okay, this one. can you try this for me, princess?”
your lips tug into a bored frown. “okay,” you lean up to glance at the page, “done.”
he blinks, “done?”
“yes,” you flop back against him, soft & pretty & tired & his. “i solved it in my head.”
satoru bites his lip, brows knit in concern. “baby, you can’t solve integrals in your head.”
“i have a very strong brain.”
satoru prays for some strength of his own. okay—okay. he purses his lip. “so strong, baby. do you want to walk me through your process?”
you frown in his neck.
“first of all,” you tug his collar, lashes fluttering, “i looked at the numbers.”
“good job.”
“then,” you tug his earlobe, “i got bored.”
“oh.”
satoru sighs—of course you did. he purses his lip, blue eyes flitting across the page as his spoiled pretty angel hugs his neck; dreary and tired and ‘bored’ in his lap. finals are coming up and things are not looking good for you. he prays for strength (again).
you seem to have found some strength of your own. gojo’s not sure when you pick up your phone (which he had confiscated from you earlier), but while he stares into the distance and laments your guaranteed failure, you scroll through your phone with a grin on your lips.
“toru, look at this bag,” you coo, pushing the bright screen to his face. “it’s so pink and pretty, just like me.”
“just like you,” he repeats, still staring into the distance.
“wow, nine-hundred-and-fifty dollars,” you kick your feet in his lap. “baby, can i buy it?” you coo, voice sweet.
satoru blinks out of his daze. he glances at the phone screen—then at you, suddenly sweet & bright & brimming with energy. his thumb brushes your inner thigh. “baby, you’re supposed to be studying.”
“i am studying,” you frown, and gojo wants to kiss it off again. “i’m studying consumer behavior. can i have your card?”
there are three reasons gojo satoru should not give you his card.
you are going to fail your exams.
you haven’t double-checked if the price is in CAD or USD.
you are going to fail your exams.
gojo lets you have his card.
you squeal, hopping off his lap to retrieve his wallet in the other room. satoru leans back against his desk chair. in front of him, his desk is a mess of opened books & littered pencils, a ‘get good grades!’ subliminal playing on your mini speaker because you insisted the whispered affirmations would guarantee your success. gojo sighs.
“thank you, toru!” you sing as you pad back into the room, a skip in your step. you lean down to kiss his cheek & flop onto his bed to open his laptop. you have his wallet in your hands, and gojo satoru already knows you will not double check the currency.
gojo closes your textbook with a sigh. better luck next time.
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DISTRACTIONS, end.
HEARTKAJI. do not steal, copy, edit, translate or reupload.
nerdjo’s high maintenance gf is his prettiest distraction !
I. DISTRACTION #1: NO KISSING IN THE LECTURE HALLS !
time: 8:46 am location: Curtis Lecture Hall I (CLH-I)
gojo satoru is typing one handed because his other hand is pressed between your thighs.
not that he minds. 8AM thursday means excel sheets & a cup of hot coffee to keep his bleary eyes open. gojo satoru is trying—trying to focus, but his pretty girl is talking a mile a minute and he’ll be damned if he didn’t reply to your every word.
“it was so hard getting out of bed today, toru,” you pout up at him, chin on his shoulder & gloss sticky on his sleeve. “i told kento to stop by and wake me up on his way to class. can you believe he didn’t?”
“i’m very proud of you for getting out of bed regardless.”
“thank you. it was very hard.”
you sigh against his shoulder. “he’s probably still mad i cussed him out,” you huff, reaching up to twirl the hairs on his nape. “all because i put him on cherry crush and he tried to act like he discovered it first.”
satoru’s eyes are still on his screen, so you squeeze his palm between your thighs to bring him back to you. “he’s so petty, toru.”
“very petty, baby.”
you frown. it’s been exactly thirteen minutes and forty-two seconds since satoru looked at you last. he’s been on this stupid spreadsheet since class started, and it’s really starting to piss you off.
so you block his view.
“look at my fingers, toru,” you breathe, lifting your hand in front of his face. “i was in such a rush i forgot my rings. my hand looks so ugly.”
he lifts his head—just slightly, just enough that he can focus on the screen & not your hand in front of him—& replies without a beat. “looks pretty, baby,” he murmurs, kissing the back of your hand. “so gorgeous.”
oh, that’s enough.
“toru.”
“hm, baby?”
“kiss me.”
gojo satoru chokes on his tongue. he freezes, blue eyes leaving the screen only to dart around the crowded lecture hall in alarm. he lets his eyes drop to you, and perhaps he shouldn’t have, because you’re looking up at him with glossy lips & too-big eyes & lashes that flutter in that way that means trouble. gojo gulps.
“we can’t do that right now, sweetheart,” his voice catches. you’re pouting up at him but satoru only cups your cheek and tries to reason with you. “we’re in public. can you wait for me, angel?”
your brows furrow, lips wobbling into that pout that only spells out gojo’s demise.
“are you ashamed to kiss me in public?” you croak, fake sniffling. “am i that ugly?”
you’re not ugly. you’re the most beautiful girl in the world, you know it, satoru knows it, & he also knows you’re doing this on purpose. but your eyes are so glossy. your breathing’s all hitched. your shoulders shake like you’re about to sob—
gojo satoru folds under zero pressure.
he cups your face, thumb brushing faux tears off your lashes as he presses his lips to yours. you taste like strawberry candy & something too sweet to have a name. gojo sighs into your mouth. cocks his head. pulls back just to lean in again when your lashes flutter up at him all pretty. he lets his thumb tug your lip and tongue lick your teeth and—
“ahem.”
you both freeze.
in the row in front of you the nanami kento is there, frown on his face & completely unamused. there are pens littered on his desk & his laptop is wide open—is he reading semantic error?
he eyes you both, lips curled in disgust.
“this is not a love nest.”
you & satoru are blinking in disbelief when nanami turns back to his laptop. he slams it shut in embarrassment when he’s met with an inappropriate panel onscreen.
II. DISTRACTION #2: NETWORKING ❌ NOT WORKING ✅
time: 7:14 pm. location: Bergeron Center for Engineering Excellence
⎚-⎚
gojo satoru has five minutes until the most important meeting of his life.
an opportunity to pitch one of his latest projects to some high-class engineering recruiters—lucky him! he’s in a private office with his speech in his hands, and his beautiful girlfriend kicking her feet on the office table.
you’re supposed to be his supportive plus-one. and gojo does feel supported—how could he not when the love of his life is here for him, dressed up like a midsummer dream? but gojo thinks he’d feel even more supported if you weren’t bracketing his thighs & tugging on his tie every time he tries to speak.
“thank you all for coming. i’m honored to have this opportunity—“
“satoruu,” you coo. “i miss you.”
gojo satoru knows better than to sigh. he does it anyway, collapsing into your neck in resignation as he squeezes your hips. you’re pressing a glossy kiss to his jaw. “i’m right here, sweetheart,” he mumbles, closing his eyes. “will you let me focus?”
you nod sweetly, squeaking a little when he presses a kiss to your neck in thanks.
“thank you all for coming. i’m honored to have this opportunity to present—“
“satoruu,”
thirteen words this time. fairs.
“yes, sweetheart.”
“my feet hurt,” you pout, kicking your feet up to show him. for once, you’re not being dramatic. even with your heels on satoru can see the sides of your feet reddening, flushed & slightly swollen against the material. his brows furrow. “how’d this happen, angel…?”
he kneels down to slip your heels off. you pout: “i got new heels so i’d look pretty for your presentation. now my feet hurt and i’ve ruined everything.”
satoru frowns, but you’re still spiraling. lips wobbly, eyes all glossy & nose wrinkled in lament. gojo’s heart goes sticky in his chest. how could you possibly ruin everything when you are everything?
he reaches up to wipe a tear off your cheek. “look at me, baby,” he murmurs, other hand rubbing circles on your ankles. he looks devastating like this—hair messy, tie loose from all your tugging & knees on the floor for you even though he’s in his finest dress pants. “you didn’t ruin anything, okay baby? look.”
he slips off your heels, then his own leather shoes, & laces them onto your bare feet. “wear these.”
you blink as he lifts you off the table, kneeling back down to adjust the shoes better. you wiggle your toes. your feet don’t even reach the middle, and you almost fall trying to walk two steps, but the gesture alone has you beaming. you turn to him with your lips bent in a clumsy smile.
“they’re huge, toru,” you giggle, twirling around in the office. satoru only smiles. his heart goes sticky in his throat. he pulls you into a soft kiss because trying to speak might make his chest hurt.
knock knock.
one of satoru’s classmates—nerd #1—peeks his head in, expression slightly terrified. “uh, gojo? they’re ready for you in the boardroom,” he gulps. “you’re up.”
satoru nods, gathers his speech papers. you’re practicing walking around in his shoes now, arms stretched out to help you balance as you waddle around with a grin on your face. gojo satoru looks down at his feet. they’re in nothing but a pair of socks.
right.
he sucks in a breath, then turns to kiss your forehead. “stay here where it’s warm, okay?”
you’re still entranced by his shoes, but you chirp out an okay! regardless. satoru bites his lip. it’s showtime.
——
the faculty is looking at satoru like he’s grown two heads.
have they never seen a shoeless man before? how rude. he’s standing on the boardroom’s stage now, clipboard in hand, projector lighting up the board behind him. some of the recruiters are nodding. the others are trying not to look at his feet so they can’t be accused of classism. gojo satoru is not even poor. a glance at his suit should tell you that.
but gojo doesn’t care. he presents without issue—even though the entire time, his mind is on you.
the boardroom door has a center made of glass. through the pane, satoru can see you back in the office—you’ve somehow found music controls for the office’s boombox, and you’re dancing—oh god, you’re dancing—twirling around with a clumsy smile & laughing when you stumble in his much larger shoes.
satoru’s heart swells. his lip twitches.
gojo turns his focus back to his presentation. he’ll work hard to keep you smiling for the rest of your life.
III. DISTRACTION #3 : WHY IS MY GIRLFRIEND IMMUNE TO TUTORING…
time: 6:14 PM location: The Quad, Satoru’s Apartment.
⎚-⎚
“who discovered america ?”
“Martin Luther King.”
You are going to fail this exam.
“that’s enough general history today,” gojo mutters, voice croaking in alarm when you give your answer. you’re tucked in his lap, fingers curled in his collar, nose in his neck & completely unbothered. your perfume is sticky in his lungs. “let’s try math. you like math, baby?”
“mhm,” you kiss his jaw. “love it.”
no you don’t. gojo flips open a book with one hand, the other rubbing circles on your thigh. “let’s practice some integration…” he scans the page for questions while you twirl the hairs on his nape. “okay, this one. can you try this for me, princess?”
your lips tug into a bored frown. “okay,” you lean up to glance at the page, “done.”
he blinks, “done?”
“yes,” you flop back against him, soft & pretty & tired & his. “i solved it in my head.”
satoru bites his lip, brows knit in concern. “baby, you can’t solve integrals in your head.”
“i have a very strong brain.”
satoru prays for some strength of his own. okay—okay. he purses his lip. “so strong, baby. do you want to walk me through your process?”
you frown in his neck.
“first of all,” you tug his collar, lashes fluttering, “i looked at the numbers.”
“good job.”
“then,” you tug his earlobe, “i got bored.”
“oh.”
satoru sighs—of course you did. he purses his lip, blue eyes flitting across the page as his spoiled pretty angel hugs his neck; dreary and tired and ‘bored’ in his lap. finals are coming up and things are not looking good for you. he prays for strength (again).
you seem to have found some strength of your own. gojo’s not sure when you pick up your phone (which he had confiscated from you earlier), but while he stares into the distance and laments your guaranteed failure, you scroll through your phone with a grin on your lips.
“toru, look at this bag,” you coo, pushing the bright screen to his face. “it’s so pink and pretty, just like me.”
“just like you,” he repeats, still staring into the distance.
“wow, nine-hundred-and-fifty dollars,” you kick your feet in his lap. “baby, can i buy it?” you coo, voice sweet.
satoru blinks out of his daze. he glances at the phone screen—then at you, suddenly sweet & bright & brimming with energy. his thumb brushes your inner thigh. “baby, you’re supposed to be studying.”
“i am studying,” you frown, and gojo wants to kiss it off again. “i’m studying consumer behavior. can i have your card?”
there are three reasons gojo satoru should not give you his card.
you are going to fail your exams.
you haven’t double-checked if the price is in CAD or USD.
you are going to fail your exams.
gojo lets you have his card.
you squeal, hopping off his lap to retrieve his wallet in the other room. satoru leans back against his desk chair. in front of him, his desk is a mess of opened books & littered pencils, a ‘get good grades!’ subliminal playing on your mini speaker because you insisted the whispered affirmations would guarantee your success. gojo sighs.
“thank you, toru!” you sing as you pad back into the room, a skip in your step. you lean down to kiss his cheek & flop onto his bed to open his laptop. you have his wallet in your hands, and gojo satoru already knows you will not double check the currency.
gojo closes your textbook with a sigh. better luck next time.
ac: (see alt text!) @ to00fu
DISTRACTIONS, end.
HEARTKAJI. do not steal, copy, edit, translate or reupload.
he’s buried deep inside you, hips pressed flush against yours, when his gaze drops to your lower belly. there, just below your navel, a soft bulge appears every time he thrusts in—the clear outline of his cock pressing against your insides.
“whoa…” he breathes. “baby, look at that.”
his palm slides over your stomach, gently pressing down. the bulge becomes even more obvious under his hand and yuji lets out a headless laugh, his eyes sparkling.
“i can see myself inside you! that’s so cool—” he pushes in again, slower this time, watching mesmerized as the bulge moves with him. “it’s like… i’m so deep.”
you whimper, overwhelmed by how full you already feel. “yuji… slow down—”
but he’s too caught up in the sight. his hand stays pressed to your tummy, thumb stroking over the little bulge every time he rocks forward. the fascination quickly turns into something hotter. his hips start moving faster without him realizing, shallow thrusts turning into deeper, quicker strokes.
“it keeps showing up every time i push in,” he says, almost panting now. “look, look— there it is again!”
he speeds up, eyes glued to your stomach, completely drawn to the way your body accommodates him. each thrust makes the bulge more prominent, and yuji can’t stop staring, can’t stop touching it.
you’re gasping, fingers gripping his shoulders as another orgasm is building fast. “yuji— ah! too fast—!”
he doesn’t even register your words at first. he’s too distracted, too lost in the intoxicating sight of his cock making your tummy bulge. his pace turns relentless, hips snapping harder as he chases the view, pushing you closer and closer to the edge.
“sorry, baby,” he laughs breathlessly, still pressing down on your belly. “i just… i can’t stop looking. you look so cute like this!”
⡴ utterly whipped gojo forcing you to praise him during sex [kinda a pt 2 to this ? ] ⡴ didn’t even touch word count
he’s balls deep in you, and yet of course he’s still spouting stupid bullshit.
“i’m doing good, right baby?” he moans (moreso whimpers), still thrusting in that half-romantic half-what it’s actually supposed to be—a hookup—rhythm. his normally porcelain cheeks are completely flushed, his cool white hair falls in his face, some strands sticking to his forehead glistening in sweat.
“i—what?” you manage to say, still out of breath from how he’s fucking into you with his unfairly big cock. every perfect ridge and vein of it is dragging against your walls as he thrusts in and out of your sopping cunt—though you’ll deny how wet you are because of how large gojo’s ego will be if he knows he actually arouses you.
“say it.” he pouts above you, gripping harder on your shoulders he’s deemed a perfect leverage point in you to help with his strokes. “say i’m doing good… please?” his blue eyes pleading to you like a puppy dog.
“gojo, i’m not fucking doing th—” he shoves all the way back in and stops his thrusts. you moan without even meaning to from the sheer amount of girth being stuffed in you. he juts his lower lip out further, clearly upset by your answer.
“c’mon,” he looks physically pained as he restrains himself from continuing his thrusts. “just say it and i’ll keep fucking you.” he whines out, sounding a lot more weak and less intimidating than he thought he would.
you breathe out. you know he’ll hold on to this for the rest of the foreseeable future but you’re close anyway. you’ll come then kick him out like always and if next time he keeps mentioning it, you’ll just stuff his face with your pussy.
“you’re doing so good, gojo.” you moan out in a shaky voice.
he moans, loudly, near pornographic, and he gets back to thrusting immediately, except he seems more motivated. his strokes are fasting and more like he’s trying to impress you. his sounds are more desperate and huffy than before.
he reaches around your waist to hug you closer and shove his face deep in your neck, right below your ear.
“haaah, fuck, baby—say i’m the best you’ve ever had, please.”
“mm, god, gojo you’re the best i’ll ever fucking have.” he cries out. cries out and actually cries. tears start streaming down his pale face and cupping along your neck and collar bone where he’s found solace. he’s breathing like he’s just run a marathon.
unwantedly but admittedly, you say this next one yourself. it’s almost like you’re starting to… like him. ew.
“such a g’boy for me, satoru.” he nuts. immediately thick cum oozes into your pussy, spilling out from how overstuffed it already is with his girthy, oversized, genetic lottery winning cock. his whole body shakes and shivers while he releases, still trying to thrust so you could finish like the good boy he is.
unfortunately he forgets he’s not god and ends up overstimulating the hell out of himself by the time he gets you to cream by his thumb pressing along your clit.
he brings his head up, covered in sweat as he’s still shaking from the feeling of nutting the hardest he ever has.
he looks nearly completely out of it before his lips curl into a smirk. “you finally called me satoru!” and then he’s attacking your lips and shoving his tongue so far down you’re throat like he’s wasn’t just near seizing from cumming.
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