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90's baby - INFP ♑🧿 MDNI!!

[kiiozawa]

Fed up with the fantasies that cover what is wrong

Kii - 90's baby - INFP - they/them - latinx

Hi there 🖤It's me again. I decided to return. LOL in my sad boi era still but at least I'm doing something I like now. Sukuna is my husband and Choso is my wife. Hopeless romantic at heart, but forever destined to be the chill and nonchalant one.（〃｀ 3′〃）

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[levitonin]

Duality of a man

[treasuredplanet]

in hindsight sending the number one digit at a time created the funniest half second of either of our lives

[levitonin]

This was supposed to be quick coloring but I got carried away and rendered it

[f-tality0]

Choso kisses

[levitonin]

Red

[embodement]

everyone in jjk who dies still dies but they lipsync instead of fighting

happy pride!

[levitonin]

sensei is tired

[3000s]

after 2 years working outdoors all day i finally got stung by an onion for the first time yesterday and i wasnt even doing anything there wasnt even a nest nearby

[3000s]

a wasp. i was looking at a onion just now sorry

[saengseonjjim]

Put ur shirt back on man

[pillsatoru]

satoru is surprised to see that his new neighbor is young & beautiful, not an old hag.

satoru gojo doesn’t do relationships, is what he says every time a hook up tried staying until the morning. he’d go into a bar in hopes of blowing off some steam after a long day of work, find a pretty face, and ruin it back in his apartment.

his neighbors were sick of his behavior, eventually not being able to handle it anymore leaving moving out as the only option. it was an insanity for the luxury apartment complex to refuse to do anything other than give him warnings time to time. that was because satoru would just pay them to leave him alone.

his loud moans along the sounds of skin on skin were the last thing one needed to hear at three in the morning, so it wasn’t a surprise to see mr. & mrs. iori packing their things not even a month after moving in.

they shot the white haired boy a dirty look as they carried their boxes outside. satoru would only respond with his stupid smirk.

the rumor of a new neighbor settling in next door to him spread quickly. everyone spoke of you so kindly because of how you’ve given each of the families on your floor a plate of sweet treats.

a pout would appear on satoru’s face upon hearing of you. why haven’t you given him anything? you live right next to him for gods sake!

the last time he had a girl over was well over a week ago, his work being more demanding leaving no room for his activities. his body shook with excitement, hands groping the blondes body watching as her nipples hardened under the cold weather. right as he was about to take one into his mouth, the doorbell rang.

satoru groaned in annoyance, pulling back with reluctance. he stood up, re-adjusting his raging boner inside his pants to answer the door. to his surprise, it was you.

“hi,” your soft voice cut through the air. “i’m new here, thought it’d be best to finally introduce myself to my neighbor. wasn’t so sure if anyone lived here since it’s always so quiet!”

oh you poor innocent thing.

but oh my god. you’re no old lady who bakes and sews in her free time. you’re around his age, with a pretty face that practically made his jaw drop in awe as his eyes landed on yours. 

satoru could hear his hook up calling for him to come back, making him close the door slightly behind him so you wouldn’t be able to hear her. “yeah, sorry just been so busy. but, i’ve heard about you…” he dragged out the ‘o’

“y/n”

“y/n” he repeated, testing out your name himself. and it felt so right. “i’m satoru, satoru gojo.”

you shook his slightly clammy hand after he offered it to you. “well, satoru, i really hope you enjoy the cookies. have a goodnight.”

“you too..” his eyes trailed after you even as you walked away.

at that moment, he knew he wanted you & for more than just sex. he wanted what was shown in romcoms, when they’d go through fights and then hold hands and kiss under the rain. stuff like that.

but satoru gojo doesn’t do relationships.

he had no clue how they worked, really. the most he could do was touch himself at the thought of you. the way your loving voice would say good morning to him in the hallway or when you’d offer to babysit his nephew, megumi, when he was busy with his job.

you were so perfect.

“ngh fuck!” he whimpered out in the shower. the hot water hitting his bare back enough to make him arch into it. his hand squeezed the base of his cock, watching as his tip exposed itself once the skin was pulled back. the tip that was usually pink had now turned into an angry and desperate red.

“bet your mouth would look so pretty wrapped around me.” he whispered to nobody, throwing his head back as he quickened the speed of his hand. it was cramping from how hard he was going on himself, cumming hard onto the bathroom wall.

any evidence of an orgasm was washed away by the water that was pouring out of the shower head.

“what a waste.” he watched the cum disappear. it’d look much better painted on your back.

when other neighbors warned you of satoru, urging you to get earplugs, you were confused to say the least. “earplugs? what for?”

“he’s always moaning with a new girl every other week day. we’ve tried putting in complaints but the complex won’t do anything of it.”

“really?  i haven’t heard anything.” which was a lie, partially. satoru didn’t moan to another girl these days that wasn’t you. every whimper and moan that slipped out of his place, spilled into yours. it was cute really, hearing his needy sounds with your name on his tongue after every interaction he had with you.

it was a huge help for you as well. having difficulty finishing, it became easier with just listening to him. your vibrator would touch just right, hand shaking as you moved the wand up and down.

the sudden silence of satoru’s place spread around the building. the fact that he hasn’t brought a girl over in a few weeks raised suspicion and honestly, worried everyone.

“maybe his company is being harsh again.”

“doubt it, he’d still find a way to have sex. something is seriously wrong.”

so they all kept a close eye on him, observing the way his line of sight lingered on your door every time he would leave or enter his place. satoru has been contemplating on returning the basket you had given him since you first spoke. it’s been sitting on his desk for a while now, collecting dust. surely, you wanted it back.

with the help of his black credit card, he filled the basket up with hundreds of roses, leaving it at your doorstep with a small note inside. 

your eyes widened when you reached your door after a long day of work, wondering if you were hallucinating or not. you bent over to grab the basket, reaching inside for the piece of paper. 

“feel like we barely speak other than you babysitting for me & the usual ‘hello’s’ & i’d love to take you out some time if that’s alright.” 

at the bottom read his initials.

s.g

his heart wouldn’t stop beating in excitement upon your acceptance. but since he was satoru gojo at the end of the day, the boy who swore he doesn’t do relationships — has no idea how relationships operate.

“i think ill have.. the vietnamese coffee.” you smiled up at the barista who jotted down your order on their notepad.

“uh yea ill get that too..” satoru stuttered, trying his best to calm down the pressure he was feeling in his pants. he had no idea you have heard him jerking off to you for the past two weeks and even more so that you were doing the same. 

when you spoke, all he could do was nod like a stupid bobble head, memorizing every word you said.

you were both out for a few hours getting to know each other better giving him extra time to figure out which position to have you in by the end of the night.

he knew doggy style would feel the best, but he really wanted to see your face. so, mating press would do it. except, you didn’t go into his apartment after heading back from the cafe. and you didn’t let him into yours.

“alright, good night satoru. thank you again for the date. hope we can go out again?”

he blinked, nodding. “of course. yeah, fuck of course.

with another of your gentle smiles, you leaned up to place a kiss on his cheek before entering your apartment, closing the door behind you with a soft click.

satoru stood there in shock. 

you didn’t want to fuck him? were you teasing him? surely you’d open the door again and allow him to come in so he could fuck you until all you knew how to say was his name.

but you didn’t. 

you made him wait. 

2..3..4 dates went by and the most you’ve done was hold hands as you walked through the mall and kiss each other strictly on the face. his personal favorite was the cheek so he could attempt to move his head to the side, allowing your lips to accidentally graze his.

but whenever he tried this dirty trick, you’d move away just in time. he was growing frustrated. you wouldn’t even kiss him let alone sleep with him!

yes of course he wanted to be yours more than anything but god did he want to feel your body under his.

finally, on the fifth date, you two made it official and the neighbors had a field day with that. for a bit at least.

“did you hear satoru and the cookie girl got together?”

“shut up. don’t tell me that’s the reason we’ve finally been able to sleep peacefully lately.”

“who could’ve seen this-“

“coming! m’cumming!” you whimpered into your bedsheets, tears streaming down your flushed face.

satoru finally had you where he wanted, underneath him sobbing dumbly over his fat cock after finding your toys in your closet. “ha.. so you’ve been playing with these shitty things knowing i needed ya?” 

he coo’ed feeling you tighten around him. “fuck. did ya hear me touch myself every night, hm? you got off on that?” 

your eyes rolled back once he brought your vibrator to tease your clit all while he kept hitting the spot that had you seeing stars. 

“mmm,” he chuckled. “who’s making you feel better huh?” 

“y-you! you satoruuu!” 

his hand that was placed on the small of your back moved to spank your plush ass, adding onto the already existing hand marks. 

“knew i had to have this pretty pussy the second you knocked on my door. i’m mad at you, baby. should’ve knocked on my door for a different reason but hey, least you’re my girl now.” 

he moved your head to the side, smashing his lips onto yours in a messy kiss. “go on sweets. cum.” he ordered.

you didn’t need to be told twice. 

your sweet juices spilled out over his length, body collapsing completely over the bed. satoru slowed his movements, fucking back your orgasm into you before spilling his seed in you. 

“nice and deep.. good girl.” 

his thumb shifted to turn off the toy, throwing it somewhere in the room. his cock slipped out of you making you whine. 

“oh? you want more? should’ve just said so, love.”

his hands grabbed onto yours waist, flipping you over so now you were both face to face. “let’s try this position now.”

the neighbors might’ve gotten a few weeks of peace, but they now had to deal with satoru fucking the pretty girl that lived on the same floor.

[heartkaji]

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.

[heartkaji]

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[psyduckz]

au where yuuji becomes a vessel early

[pillbaby]

your super rich boyfie!satoru takes spoiling you very seriously ♡

oh, satoru has a hero complex. a big one. it's not even the typical 'i need to save the world' hero complex (though he has that, too). it's the 'i need to save you from mild inconveniences' complex. and it's exhausting.

you’d think that being a jujutsu sorcerer would make the little things seem insignificant—like a burnt piece of toast or a flat tire—but to satoru, these things were personal attacks on your peace and happiness. a minor inconvenience to you was an all-out emergency for him.

for example, the other day, you came home after a particularly long mission, grumbling about how the straps on your backpack were digging into your shoulders. a perfectly normal, end-of-the-day complaint. but satoru’s eyes went wide, his smile vanishing, and he instantly became a whirlwind of frantic planning.

“no, no, no, absolutely not. that’s unacceptable,” he declared, already pulling out his phone. "which brand? what color? i'm getting you a whole new luggage set, a proper one. i’m talking custom-made, ergonomic straps, with memory foam lining the shoulders. maybe we should look into a personal chauffeur, too, for your next trips. that way you don’t have to carry anything at all.”

you just stared at him, tilting your head. “satoru, it’s just, like, a backpack. i’m just tired.”

“exactly! you shouldn’t be tired! you should be pampered! this is all the backpack’s fault,” he insisted, dramatically throwing your perfectly fine, slightly worn-out bag into a corner. he then pulled you onto the couch, already ordering takeout from your favorite high-end restaurant because you "clearly need high-quality nutrients to recover from such shoulder trauma."

you sighed, burying your face into his shoulder. "i just wanted a hug, 'toru."

he tightened his arms around you, but his phone was still glowing with shopping tabs. "a hug and a five-star dining experience, darling. and maybe a whole new wardrobe. just in case those clothes are also... digging into you. or something."

you knew better than to argue. the fight had been lost the moment your mildly strained shoulders had been mentioned. you were beautiful, and you were his, and therefore, you must be protected from everything, even the minor discomforts of daily life.

especially the minor discomforts.

[kkunai]

BABY, DO IT LIKE YOU DO ˓˓  SATORU G.

𝜗℘ ˖ ࣪ . ˖˙ 𝐒𝐘𝐍𝐎𝐏𝐒𝐈𝐒. trying to tease your boyfriend while he’s calling someone ends up with you nearly passing out (from pleasure).

tags. olderbf!gojo satoru x gf!reader. smut, little bit of plot ig. implied age gap (reader early/mid 20’s, gojo early/mid 30’s). pūssy slapping. edging. overstim. ōral (f receiving). dirty talk. user is called ‘little girl, princess, doll, baby’. not proofread :: wc. 1.6k

you were cuddling with satoru on the couch, escaping the cold winter air, when he suddenly got a phone call. he answers it before pulling you closer, his free hand absentmindedly playing with the hem of your shirt.

you aren’t quite focusing on whatever was being said. your eyes find something way more interesting—his body.

your cheek is squished against his pecs as you lie against his chest, your fingers idly tracing the lines of his muscles through the shirt he’s wearing. satoru doesn’t seem to mind, even flexing his pecs just to hear your soft giggle in the background.

“tsk, i told you i won’t take up any more missions t’night,” the white-haired man rolls his eyes with a dramatic sigh. “. . .don’t caaaare. someone else can deal with that. send ino or somethin’.”

by the tone that your boyfriend is using, you can guess it’s ichiji he’s talking with. poor guy.

your eyes flicker up to satoru’s face and you can’t deny the fact that your heart skipped a beat when you notice that he was already looking down at you. you flutter your lashes out of embarrassment and look the other way. his long fingers find your chin and gently pull your gaze back to his.

“mmhm. but i told ya i’d be busy,” satoru continues his conversation nonchalantly, but his thoughts are elsewhere. on you.

his thumb presses down on your lower lip, tracing the form idly. something between your legs flutters at the sensual but casual way he’s checking you out.

you didn’t even notice that your hand accidentally brushed against the waistband of satoru’s sweatpants until he lets out a quiet hiss. too close; your hand got too close to his crotch.

to his already half-hard cock.

your heart is hammering in your chest as you glance up at satoru again, his cheeks now slightly dusted with a faint pink that he covers up with his free hand, acting like he’s rubbing his face.

you can’t help it. that small reaction did things to you that you can’t explain. you just need more of it.

so, your fingers slowly trail down satoru’s abs and back down to his crotch. this time you let your fingertips trace the outline of the prominent bulge.

“yea, yea, i’m listenin’, just—“ your boyfriend nearly chokes on his spit once he feels you teasing him directly through his pants. his hips buck slightly and he bites his lip to catch the grunt nearly escaping his throat.

“f—yeah, no. i don’t care what they have to say about it,” satoru continues, his voice more strained than before. his fingers curl around your wrist and tightly grip it to prevent you from doing anything else.

you try to act innocent, even as your fingers continue their path up and down the outline of his dick. a sneaky grin tugs at the corners of your lips. you’re enjoying this more than you should.

satoru’s jaw clenches, a muscle twitching in his cheek as he struggles to keep his focus on the call despite your teasing distractions. his blue eyes glint with a warning; do not.

emboldened by his non-verbal response, you lean in closer and your breasts press against his arm. his biceps twitch and his hand tightens on your wrist, almost painfully so.

but then you do something that makes him lose all control. your hand boldly cups the prominent outline of his cock, giving it a squeeze that has his hips bucking up instinctively.

“fuckk—figure it out y’rself,” satoru inhales sharply, his voice cracking slightly as he rushes to end the call.

the moment the call ends, satoru throws the phone across before it lands on the cushion of an armchair. he doesn’t waste a second in hauling you up into his lap fully, making you straddle his lap. he shamelessly makes you sit your ass right on top of his clothed dick.

“y’re unbelievable. can’t let your man take a call in peace, hm?” satoru breathes out, but there’s an underlying tension in his tone that tells you he’s holding back. holding back from not ravaging you right then and there.

“sorrryy, you just looked really good,” you giggle, almost nervously so, before grinding down against his erection even more.

you gain a sharp inhale from your boyfriend and his large hands immediately settle on your ass, squeezing the flesh there in attempt to keep himself grounded.

satoru smirks, that usual signature grin, but this time it’s much more. . . shaky. unstable.

“yeah?” he breathes as he leans in to press a trail of sloppy kisses down your throat. he can’t help but lick a stripe down your collarbone, biting down on your skin with a huff, “well—you signed up for whatever comes after this, princess.”

with that, satoru turns you both around. your world tilts and your back softly hits the cushions of the couch. he looms over you, settling between your spread thighs.

your lover runs a hand through his hair, pushing the white locks back from his eyes. he uses his other hand to cup the back of one of your thighs, pushing the same leg up to rest at his hip. he lets it rest there, slightly hooked around his waist.

with a lick to his glossy lips, satoru leans down to your face. he breathes your smell in, a ghost of a smile playing on his lips as he kisses your jaw. acting sweet and caring one last time—

“y’know our safe word, right?”

you swallow thickly at those words that left your man’s voice in such a sexy, sultry tone. you can feel your pussy fluttering at the passionate promise behind that sentence.

“y-yes. strawberry,” you answer him with, a small stutter to your voice.

satoru hums in satisfaction. both at the fact that you managed to answer him correctly and that your little act of confidence had dropped. that’s how he likes you—shy and submissive.

“atta girl,” he purrs before his slender fingers trail up your thighs, brushing against the waistbands of your pajama pants. his lips are an inch away from yours, but he doesn’t kiss you just yet, “brace y’rself then.”

satoru’s hand lingers around your inner thighs before slowly cupping your cunt through your cotton pants. “ah—!” you let out a small moan at the contact of his warm palm pressing down, covering the entirety of your pussy.

with every tiny sound you make, satoru grows bolder, but not enough to make him actually start touching you. he keeps his motions slow, maddeningly so.

“does it feel good?” he coos as he grinds his palm ever so slowly against your clit, knowing that was the spot with the way your entire body flinches. “mhmmm,” he adds in a low and long groan, moving his wrist in circles to add that pleasure to your bundle of nerves.

your boyfriend doesn’t make any move to undress you or even take your pants off to properly touch you. no, it’s all apart of his revenge game.

teasing you until you almost find the peak of your pleasure before pulling back in time and repeating the cycle.

you whine, almost frustratingly so. you try to find your orgasm by grinding your sex up against his palm, but your lover notices and lets up. “aht, aht,” he tuts and pulls his hand back.

you let out an almost annoyed yet emotional noise, “‘toru! pleaseee, am sorry, ‘kay?” you hurriedly apologise for your bratty actions during his business call, knowing that is exactly why he is edging you.

satoru just chuckles and his hand gently pats your clothed cunt, grazing it with his knuckles like he was stroking something delicate. “you’re sorry?” he repeats in a low murmur, letting the pad of his fingertip run right over your slit. the material of your pants easily molds to his touch and it slightly slips between your pussy lips, defining your mound.

“fnngh—yes, am sorry for teasing you,” you gasp and your thighs instinctively clamp around his hand, feeling your juices soak through the thin lace of your panties and drench the crotch of your pants. you’re so close; those slow touches are gonna be the death of you.

satoru’s eyes never leave the apex of your thighs. he nudges your limbs apart and takes away his hand. when you whine impatiently again and try to buck your hips up against his, he frowns.

“you might be sorry, but she isn’t,” he scoffs lightly before a sudden slap to your wet pussy makes you jolt in place. the sparks of pleasure shoot through your body, making you see stars behind your eyes. that slap hit your clit head on, causing your sex to pulse.

satoru sighs in mocking disappointment. “see? don’t think she’s sorry enough,” he mumbles before soothing your cunt by rubbing it gently again.

he feels the damp patch growing there and he barely manages to hold back a groan, “shamelessly drippin’ through your pants ‘n all. . . poor girl.”

you can’t help it. the way your boyfriend is talking to you, the way he's looking at you with nothing but lust, the way he's teasing you—you're going insane. your body is screaming at you to find some relief. at this point you’re going to embarrassingly squirt all in your pants.

“not fair,” you whisper between muffled whines. you are bold enough to try and sneak a hand beneath your panties, wanting to get yourself off if your lover wasn’t going to do it for you.

once satoru notices your feeble attempt, he lightly smacks your hand away with a dissapproving click of his tongue. “impatient little girl,” the older man sighs before pinning your wrists above your head. his other hand tugs your pants down your legs, “hips up.”

you eagerly do as told, happy to do so, thinking satoru will finally give you what you have been wanting—needing. although you should have known better. should have known that his pettiness knows no bounds.

satoru’s eyes darken once he sees the lace of your panties. the wet material clings to your pussy, only emphasizing your neediness. with a quick glance up at your adorable expression, he lowers his head right between your legs.

he doesn’t do a thing for now—just lets his breath puff against your pretty panty-clad cunt. it’s enough to get you writhing beneath him, your hands easily finding his hair, fingers twisting the white locks until his scalp aches.

“please, ‘toru, please,” you can only beg in a breathy voice, trying your best to keep it together. your lover only grins up at you, enjoying the humiliation on your face. the absolute desperation to get off.

satoru presses a feather light kiss to the top of your cunt. “please what? i have no idea what y're begging for,” he mocks you with a pout before pressing another kiss to your slit. he sneakingly darts his tongue out to taste your juices through the cloth, groaning at the wetness he finds.

you’re so soaked it’s making his dick ache in his sweatpants.

you huff and puff, almost on the verge of tears. that is exactly what satoru is aiming for; to see you all teary-eyed and begging him for forgiveness just so you can cum.

“please—please fuck me— anything! please i just wanna cum,” you cry out because of how achingly desperate you are. your pussy is screaming for attention and you don't care in what form. it just needs any kind of stimulation.

satoru hums. that is exactly what he wishes to hear. “don’t cry, baby. i promise i’ll give it to you soon,” he murmurs and nuzzles his nose between your covered pussy lips. your back arches off the couch from that simple form of contact, making you shiver and grab onto his hair tightly.

satoru takes a deep sniff and lets it out through a shaky breath, a moan escaping his throat simultaneously. denying your pleasure means denying himself any as well. “fuck,” he hisses.

he needs you just as much as you need him, he realises.

with an impatient tug, satoru tears your panties off, carelessly throwing them to the floor. he spreads your thighs properly to expose your glistening folds to his hungry gaze. the pink insides are glistening with your juices—a sight that would send any man into a frenzy.

“awwhh, look at this pretty pussy—she’s been so wet and ready f’ me,” he purrs lowly and runs a long finger along your puffy slit. he watches the lips part slightly to give him way, an hypnotising sight that nearly has him drooling. “bet you wanna cum so badly, don’tcha? wanna cream all over my fingers?”

“yes, yes, yes—oh, fuck!” you nod eagerly and a high pitched moan leaves your lips before you can stop it. that is the relief you need—that magnetic touch of his that overloads all of your senses. the only thing you can focus on is those fingers stimulating your bare cunt. “fuck me—yes, right there!”

“heh, my baby has such a potty mouth. . . right here, hm?” satoru coos and circles your clit faster with the blunt tip of his finger, applying just enough pressure to make your hips buck up off the couch again. judging by the way you’re keening and your moans that only get louder, he can easily guess that you’re almost at your limit.

“ah-ah-ah, none of that now,” he chides and presses his thumb down hard on your sensitive nub. it doesn’t help your case—he just wants to see you struggle on the edge of ectasy before he pulls away. “you don't get to cum until i say so, remember?”

in contradiction to his words, he slips a finger inside your tight cunt, pumping it slowly as he rubs your clit. satoru’s other hand slides up your body, palming your breasts roughly as he pinches and tugs at your nipples through the thin fabric of your shirt.

“mhm yeaah, i love seein’ you like this,” he groans, scissoring his slender fingers inside you. he’s stretching you out, pushing your boundaries to see if you'll cum or if you’ll hold it obediently as he commanded. “so desperate for my touch. . . for me to fill this hungry little pussy.”

satoru then curls his fingers just right. his digits press against that spot inside you that make your eyes roll back in your head. he rubs your clit harder, the rough friction sending sparks of pleasure shooting up your spine. “thaaat's it, baby. let me feel ya struggle,” he pants, half lidded eyes watching his fingers disappear into your pussy over and over.

your lover fingers you hard and fast, his thumb grinding against your clit as he pumps two, then three fingers in and out of your spasming hole. your inner walls clench and flutter around the invading digits to try and suck them in deeper.

“wanna cum! wanna cu-cuhmmm, please,” you sob and trash around beneath him. you want to just let go—to listen to your body and let it feel the overflowing pleasure. though you also don’t want to know what kind of punishment awaits if you do.

satoru’s breath hitches as he feels your body start to tense, your legs shaking with the force of your impending orgasm. “don’t you dare cum,” he groans before immediately pulling his fingers out of your dripping cunt. it leaves you gaping, hole clenching around nothing as if it’s missing the way it was filled a moment ago.

he brings his fingers to his mouth and makes a show of sucking your essence off his skin. his pink tongue swirls around the two digits, keeping lewd eye contact with you as he slurps it up loudly. the tease.

“shit, she tastes so good,” the older man sighs, closing his eyes for a second to savor the taste of you. of that pussy of yours that he worships. he opens his eyes again with a smirk on his face, his lips shining with your translucent juices, “too bad you don’t get to cu—”

satoru doesn’t finish his sentence once his gaze locks in with your cunt again. your body is trembling, with afterschocks, and a new wave of cum gushes down your pussy lips. your body is arched in a way that can only hurt—your eyes rolled back and your lips parted in a silent scream.

his eyes narrow, “hm.”

you’re too lost in the pleasure of your sudden orgasm to realise the shift in the air. your toes are curled and your legs are shaking uncontrollably. you’re overwhelmed—you couldn’t have denied yourself any more.

once you finally notice the way satoru’s eyes had darkened, it was too late. “mmh, ‘toru—no, wait!” you squeal as he lowers his head in the speed of light, his hands gripping your thighs tightly as he lifts your hips up to his face.

he doesn’t wait a second before eating you out like a man starved. his tongue laps at your dripping cunt, swallowing every drop of your ambrosia. he doesn’t speak another word, but you can guess that he’s been trying to hold himself back for a while and just kind of. . . let go right then and there.

“wait! oh my god—too muchhh,” you mewl and keen, your body trying to get away from his skilled mouth eating you out with gusto. he is shameless about it—loudly slurping and suckling on your clit and cunt, tongue diving between your sloppy lips.

it’s a punishment in a way, for not listening to him. for cumming without permission. the overstimulation made you genuinely feel like your pussy was melting, no, on its way to explosion.

another orgasm.

it was too much. you felt like your heart was going to beat out of your chest at this point. “so muchh, gonna cum ‘gain, please stop—”

satoru’s eyes flicked up at your plea, taking his mouth off your pussy for a second. seeing you whine when you lose contact with his hot mouth confirms that you actually don’t want him to stop. you need him to continue.

to make you lose whatever is left of your sanity.

“cummin’ without permission then expectin’ me to go easy on you. . . tsk tsk,” his voice is rough and muffled as he dives in again, his mouth suckling around your clit, tongue flicking out to rub the little bundle of nerves.

you’re not the only one who’s losing it. satoru’s cock is leaking so much pre-cum it’s starting to stain his boxers. eating you out and hearing your lewd moans and pleas is getting him off. it’s all he needs to cum right in his pants.

“fuckk, y’re gonna make me cum. this little cunt tastes like heaven,” he breathes heavily as his tongue laps up the beginning of your second orgasm. his hands keep your hips as still as they could, keeping your pussy pressed right up into his face.

you cry out in pleasure once his tongue plunges into your cunt, circling around in there while the tip of his nose bumps onto your clitoris with each drag. “‘toru—nghhh!” your jaw goes slack and your eyes roll back again as your second climax washes over you.

your boyfriend groans low against your folds, the vibrations adding to your overwhelming ecstasy. your nails are digging into his scalp at this point, holding his head right where it is.

satoru can feel your cunt clench and spasm around his invading tongue, gushing hot fluid all over his chin and cheeks. he laps it up greedily without hesitation. he can’t help but moan at the taste of your release as he works you through your second climax.

he hisses sharply as he can feel himself teetering on the edge right after. “shit,” he curses under his breath, his hips instinctively grinding against the couch for friction—for release. “ohhh, fuckfuckfuck—“ a choked up moan vibrates against your spasming cunt once the orgasm washes over satoru as well.

you’re both out of breath, unable to speak another thought as you try to regain your composure. you slowly loosen your grip on your lover’s white locks, letting him pull his head back for air as you slowly go limp.

satoru sits up on his knees, panting. his hair is disheveled, a few strands covering his half-lidded eyes. his chin, mouth and part of his cheeks are coated in your juices and he’s not ashamed of it.

he licks the remnants from his lips, one of his hands still idly rubbing at your cunt, thumb sliding between your puffy folds. his other hand adjusts his dick through his pants, the straining erection now more uncomfortable due to his drenched boxers.

satoru’s eyes meet yours and he finally lets out a low chuckle. “you okay?” he tilts his head with an all knowing glint in his eyes. he knows you’re not really in the right state to answer the question truthfully.

you nod idly, more focused on calming down from your back to back climaxes. especially when your lover is still stroking your pussy—a gesture meant to soothe you, to let you ride the pleasure out—but it only provokes you more.

“am fi—fine,” you hiccup, voice lightly slurred due to the drool that’s gathered in your mouth.

satoru nearly snorts at your pathetic attempt of a reply, “you don’t look the bit, princess.”

his other hand tugs at the strings on his sweatpants, slowly tugging the waistband down to reveal his black boxers. your vision is too blurry with tears, but you can make out that prominent bulge—his hard cock aching to be let out.

“wha—” you get cut off by him holding onto your hips, lifting them up to press your bare cunt right against his clothed dick.

satoru groans at the contact and takes a sharp breath through his teeth. he grins mischievously as he lets you feel the way you’ve got him hard and needing. “did’ya think i was done with you?” he asks mockingly.

he leans his head down to the point your foreheads are almost touching. he presses a soft kiss to the tip of your nose, the look in his eyes a mix of desire and challenge;

“mm-mm. i’m not lettin’ ya go until you pass out on my dick, doll. you still need to be taught the consequences of y’r actions.”

[luckieangel]

if you get horny out of the blue it’s because you and that fictional man are fucking in his universe btw

[belimah]

Old routine 🚬☕️ / art by Oktavia