She/Her, age is just a number, proud wife and mom. Lover of magic, I'm a Druid. The Librarians, Merlin, Leverage, Doctor Who. Grishaverse, The Rookie, The Pitt. Kaz Brekker/ Freddy Carter, Tim Bradford/Eric Winter John Harlan Kim, David Tennant, Louis Tomlinson, Christian Kane, Colin Morgan, Jason Mamoa.
you and nerd!jo were good friends, so you weren't surprised when a text came from him late at night asking for you to come over to his place, with snacks, of course.
one small problem.
you were ovulating. and never in your year of knowing gojo were you this down bad for him. yes you were aware he was handsome. only thing setting him back from getting any popularity with the girls was how much of an absolute geek he is.
he could name you every constellation, every digimon character, and the whole script for every Star Wars movie. you personally found it attractive but you would never try anything with him. he was your best friend after all.
so why is him laying there in his stupid collared shirt on the floor stuffing his face with chips making you so fucking horny?
"anyways, I kept begging and begging but that little kid just didn't want to let go of it! it was the last limited edition biyomon stuffed animal in that store!" he ranted. knowing your eyes should be focused on his face, they traveled down to his biceps peeking from his sleeves.
you forgot he was jacked up. the first time you found out he went to the gym you were baffled thinking that he only had time for formulas and.. whatever he's talking about right now.
"are you even listening to me?" his voice was muffled due to the amount of food he had inside, making him look like a hamster stuffing his cheeks with seeds.
his glasses were sliding down his nose a bit and his hair was so perfectly messed up that under the faux universe lit up by the projector set on his desk only made him look even more ethereal.
"..um yeah, sorry, continue." you mumbled.
he looked at you weirdly, raising a brow before going back to rambling. but you seriously couldn't handle it anymore. your pussy was pulsing, literally saying his name in morse code and you were sure that your panties were drenched by now.
gojo gasped at the weight of you. you shifted on his lap, tugging at his shirt quietly asking to remove it.
to your surprise, he obliged, sitting up to allow you pull up his shirt. the fabric slid of his broad shoulders to fully reveal his toned abs, delicious muscles, and his happy trail.
his face was serious, watching in silence. you were practically drooling at the sight of him, hands gently pushing him back to lay on the ground.
gojo's jaw clenched. his hands finally placed themselves on your waist. his grip was strong, staring up at you in awe. soon enough, his breaths matched yours, coming out in heavy pants as you began to grind on his clothed tent. the outline of his cock stained against his pants.
"take my pants off." he ordered.
you were surprised but you didn't need to be told twice. your hands fumbled with his zipper, sliding his pants off along with his boxers.
oh wow. he's huge.
like, really, really huge.
his tip was leaking pre, a nice shade of pink. your eyes trailed down. he was unshaven but honestly, you found that hot.
a small whimper left your lips when gojo's hand shifted to squeeze one of your breasts, forcing you to now lay down, switching your positions.
"been dreaming of this since forever.." his voice was rough and full of arousal.
and you internally thanked your ovulation, because right now you were getting fucked like you never have before, making you feel like a virgin all over again.
his thrusts were fast and deep, reaching into places you never knew were possible to touch. "mm fuck yes fuck yes yes yes.." he moaned into your ear, moving to kiss your neck, nipping at it hard enough to leave hickeys behind.
your back was arching, arms wrapped around his waist.
"oh my god!" you could feel yourself tear up. all you could process was how good his cock felt and the obscene sounds coming from you two.
"y'know how many times i've jerked my fucking cock to you? you kept torturing me with those pretty skirts and and nah.." his words trailed off after feeling you reach your orgasm, squeezing hard enough to cut off any circulation on his dick.
you panted, body feeling numb. your hands fell off his back thinking you were done.
gojo kept pounding into you, even faster than before if even possible. "not done pretty, I haven't came inside you yet." and based from how he sounded, you were far, far from done.
extra :
"I was hoping to ask you out on a date first, y'know before we even fucked, so I'll ask you now." he was leaning on his elbow, staring down at you as he played with a strand of your hair. "that okay?"
you responded with a nod. of course you were going to go out with him. there was no way you would let anyone else get dicked down by him, ever. he was yours now, and you were his.
a/n: some hc’s for katsuki x hyperfeminine!reader - req’d and lowk self indulgent
⋆˙⟡ will say he doesn’t fw your ‘girly shit’ but adores it
⋆˙⟡ groans when you beg for another blind box but indulges you nonetheless and will do unboxing videos with you
⋆˙⟡ spends the money to win you new plushies from claw machines and looks at you with a scowl when you place them on the bed
⋆˙⟡ loves to take you out shopping and will sit on that dressing room couch with a frown but can’t hide his heart eyes
⋆˙⟡ will let you give him another fashion show once you get home, clothes thrown all around the room but there’s a smile on your face so he can’t be mad
⋆˙⟡ lowk loves to dress you up and then parade you around and be an angry gaurd dog at any guy who looks at you
⋆˙⟡ not a big fan of pda but will hold your hand and give you kisses when you pout for them
⋆˙⟡ watches you do your hair and makeup, does his skin care routine with you
⋆˙⟡ if you whine enough he’ll get his pinky nail polished the same color as your nails - he pays for all of your nails and ‘maintenance’ appointments
⋆˙⟡ loves when you get new nails and send him a video of you playing with yourself - comes home immediately to have you jerk him off cus he wants to see your pretty nails wrapped around his cock
⋆˙⟡ loves that you’re always dressed you best but gets so hard on nights when you opt for one of his shirts and nothing else
⋆˙⟡ but your sheer nighties? that he can see everything through? yeah those are his favorites
“look at my pretty girl.” he lays you back on the bed so delicately.
“katsuki.” you spread your thighs for him.
“and her pretty pretty pussy.” he’ll kneel before you and drag out kissing up your thighs before he finally licks a stripe up your center.
he groans into you, savoring your sweetness and the high pitched whimpers that leave your mouth.
⋆˙⟡ takes his time when fucking you and splitting you open, loves missionary with you bc he doesn’t want you to have to do any work
⋆˙⟡ when you whine to ride him he lets you until you start tearing up after a minute and then he just bounces you up and down on his cock while your tears slip out from how big he feels at this angle
⋆˙⟡ would rather eat you out then have you suck his dick, doesn’t like when you’re choking on him but will let you if you beg
⋆˙⟡ loves using toys with you and he has all pink toys just for you, as the cutest plug for you with a diamond on it
you meet bakugou alone at a bar one evening, you give him your socials because you really like him and the next morning you wake up to a bunch of verified pro heroes requesting to follow you
cw: brothers best friend trope, late teens-early twenties, mutual yearning, crushes, katsuki is down bad, sleepover, kissing, swearing, & not proofread
ⓘ Featuring brothers best friend Kats can't help but think about Kirishima's little sister.
katsuki knew he was done for the first time he came to Kiri's & found you opening the door to welcome him—it wasn't even supposed to be something meaningful, gaming & dinner, but he found you and just knew.
katsuki started coming over regularly. Everyone wants to study? Let's go to Kirishima's. Movie night? Kirishima's house has the best snacks. Sleepovers? Since you're there, Mina & Jirou can come; it's only logical to be at Kirishima's.
katsuki would bring extra snacks & offer them to you because he noticed you sneaking downstairs to raid the kitchen, is always quick to pass you a plate, or bowl, or just a brownie—before your brother gets the chance most of the time.
katsuki thinks he's slick about his crush, but it's painfully obvious to just about everyone but you.
katsuki started figuring out little ways to include you in the friend group, blissfully unaware that the moment he suggested bringing you, Kirishima was expecting to be told you were dating soon after.
katsuki who snuck into your room one night during one of the sleepovers, his friends were bickering over a video game, & he took the opportunity, finding you getting ready for bed, making a fool of himself, and accidentally started a domino effect.
You'd always end up seeking the other out.
katsuki ends up crashing in your room at every chance, claiming the atmosphere was "too loud." from the extras & started spending more time tucked in your room than out with his friends.
katsuki dozed off in your bed one night while you were showering & woke up to the feeling of your damp hair prickling against his chest, dazed & out of it at the sight of you cuddling up against him.
katsuki silently wrapped an arm around your shoulder, stroking your shoulder slowly & watched you get more comfortable against him, letting you live in it & take it as it were, you felt safe with him.
katsuki only woke up from the flash of Mina's phone at 3 am, where his friends were all crowded around your bed snapping photos of you using Kats as your personal teddy bear—glared at them, silencing them with a single eye twitch and hissed "If you wake her up, I swear to god—"
katsuki didn't move a muscle & stayed put after Kirishima finally dragged their friends out of your room with a quiet "we're talking about this in the morning." as he motioned between you both before leaving.
katsuki completely forgot he'd been annoyed the moment he felt your fingers lazily stroking his chest, & froze up when your lips softly pressed against his cheek.
pornstar!suguru was 'almost addictive,' according to his frequent costars. He'd been a pornstar since he was 19? 20? He wasn't sure, but he knew if you looked at his first video versus his last, you'd be shocked.
pornstar!suguru who's first video sat on Pornhub with 75.8 million views, back when he was a moaning, whimpering mess getting ridden by another no-name actress, who was slung into stardom due to how hot that shoot was.
pornstar!suguru's latest video was reminiscent of it in a way; he was getting ridden, though now, the new actress was the whimpering, writhing mess every time his Prince Albert piercing kissed her cervix. After about five minutes, he gave up on her riding him and just started fucking up into her so the shoot could be over.
pornstar!suguru who primarily stayed single throughout his career... After an ex who had quite unsavory things to say about pornstar!shoko after coming across one of the films they were in together.
pornstar!suguru was fine with not going out with anyone—if they could demean another porn star, especially one of his closest friends... what could they be saying about him?
pornstar!suguru who felt almost speechless when pornstar!shoko invited him out to dinner with her old college roommate, recalling all the fun times the three of you had together just a few years prior. Instead, he was instantly flooded with the memory of losing his virginity to you on his shitty college dorm bed; for the first time in so long, he felt his face flushing... He could go through 20 tattoos, but the thought of you still made him weak.
pornstar!suguru came to the restaurant, pornstar!shoko chose, going as far as to dress up a little, wearing a button-up instead of his usual loose tee, and going as far as to throw on slacks he only bought for a shoot a few years before.
pornstar!suguru almost died when you pulled him into a hug, gushing about how long he'd grown out his hair, noting how silky it looked on his back... He could have sworn his heart stopped when you inspected his hand tattoos
pornstar!suguru who couldn't focus for half of dinner with how you kept smiling at him, giving him little updates on what you'd been up to since graduating, and how your eyes sparkled when he told you about his life lately.
pornstar!suguru felt like a freshman again when you kissed him goodbye, albeit it was on the cheek, but the feeling of your lips on his skin was a reminder of how things used to be—almost missing it when you told him you were moving back to tokyo and hoped to see him more often.
pornstar!suguru who jumped at the opportunity to help you move into your new apartment, quick to get your bed set up first, even decorating it for you just to ensure you had somewhere to sleep—then instantly regretted it when you flopped down stretching on the memory foam mattress, calling him over to 'feel how soft' the material was.
pornstar!suguru carefully laid next to you, nodding slightly in agreement that it was comfortable, when you sat up, joking that it was 'so much better' than the last bed you got him alone on, before lightly nudging his side—which wasn't wrong; it was an upgrade from his shitty twin-sized dorm bed.
pornstar!suguru whose muscles tensed up when you rested your head on his chest, fingers tracing over his tattoos, silently reminiscing on nights past—moments just like this that were still so different. "I miss this. I miss you"—those six words broke his heart and healed it in the same breath the moment they left his mouth. "Then come get me."
pornstar!suguru gave up on being a gentleman in that moment and climbed on top of you in an instant, hands already undoing the buttons on your shorts as you pushed his hair over his shoulder, his mouth pressing tender kisses to your forearm.
pornstar!suguru positioned his cockhead at your slit, slipping it through your wetness till his Prince Albert rubbed over your clit repeatedly. "Is this real to you?" He whispered, free hand gripping your hips. "Do I mean to you what you mean to me?" He stopped his dick right at your entrance, slowly easing his piercing in as you nodded frantically, pushing into you with a deep thrust. He covered your mouth as you cried out, tears brimming in your eyes while your back arched off the mattress.
pornstar!suguru whispered to you that it'd be ok as he started a steady & deep pace, sweeping his hand through your hair as he fucked you into the mattress, shushing you every time a whine managed to escape your throat. "I know, I know. Eyes on me, it's ok."
pornstar!suguru was already fighting an orgasm back two minutes in, forehead dropping to yours with an exhausted groan when your walls fluttered around his already throbbing cock. Pressing his lips into yours as his slow, calm pace turned into a frantic, groaning mess as he neared an orgasm.
pornstar!suguru who pulled your hips into his, and with a final mean thrust, spilled deep into you with a breathy whine as your arms wrapped around him, still shaking while he pressed soft kisses into your neck, his own arms wrapping around you to tug you into his chest as his cum slowly dripped onto your new bedsheets.
pornstar!suguru who was instantly reminded just why he was so hung up over you after graduation as you lay on his bare chest that night, tracing shapes into his abs, watching some shitty horror movie on his laptop while he kept his lips buried in your hair. He lost his other half once and would never let it happen again.
if the solution was to be on Nanami’s face. 18+, MDNI.
The argument has been going on for hours. Since 6 PM exactly. It’s almost midnight now, and the tension in the apartment is so heavy it’s suffocating.
You’ve fought about everything and nothing: his work that makes him distant, the risks you take on missions, his exasperating calm when you get angry… Everything finally exploded.
You’re standing in the middle of the bedroom, cheeks burning with anger. Nanami is leaning against the edge of the bed, legs slightly spread, one hand running through his blond hair as he pushes it back in a slow gesture. His shirt is half-open, his tie long abandoned on the armchair. The dim light makes his lightly tanned skin glow.
“Can you just shut up?!” you yell, your voice hoarse from hours of shouting. Nanami looks at you for a long moment. His brown eyes are calm, but a dark flame burns in them. A slight arrogant smile slowly stretches his lips.
“You want me to shut up?” he repeats in a low, husky, almost dangerous voice. He tilts his head slightly, staring at you with that intensity that always makes you weak. “Then come sit on my face. I’ll shut up nicely.”
Silence falls instantly. You freeze, eyes wide. Nanami doesn’t move, still leaning against the bed, one hand in his hair, the other resting on his muscular thigh.
His gaze slowly slides over your body: your breasts rising quickly under your thin tank top, your ass perfectly hugged by your shorts, your thighs he adores.
“Kento…” you murmur, torn between the anger still boiling inside you and the arousal already rising between your legs.
“Come here,” he says more softly, almost a calm, irresistible command. “You’ve spent the whole evening yelling. Let me silence with my tongue.”
You hesitate for a second, heart pounding, then step closer. Nanami grabs your hips firmly and pulls you toward him. He lies fully back on the bed and guides you until you’re positioned over his face.
“Sit,” he murmurs against the inside of your thigh, his hot breath caressing your sensitive skin. “Don’t hold back.”
You lower yourself slowly. Your already soaked pussy first brushes his lips. Nanami groans in satisfaction and grips your ass with both hands, pulling you down completely onto his mouth.
From the first contact, his tongue is merciless. Wide, hot, and flat, he licks your entire slit in one long, slow stroke, then becomes sharp and insistent, swirling rapidly around your swollen, hypersensitive clit before plunging deep inside you, exploring your inner walls.
You moan loudly, hands gripping the headboard “Oh fuck… Kento…” Nanami doesn’t speak anymore.
He devours you like a starving man after hours of frustration. His tongue dives deep into you, pulls out, swirls around your swollen clit, sucks, explores every fold. He groans against your pussy, the vibrations sending electric shocks through your whole body.
You start moving instinctively, grinding your soaked pussy on his face, your hips rolling harder and harder as his nose presses deliciously against your clit.
“Yes… just like that…” he murmurs between licks, his voice muffled. “Use my mouth. Soak my face.”
You moan louder, almost ashamed of how much pleasure you’re taking after such a violent fight. But Nanami gives you no mercy. He spreads your ass with his large, powerful hands and pushes his tongue even deeper, literally fucking you with it.
“Kento… I… I’m gonna… ugh mhh—”
“Do it,” he growls against you. “Cum on my tongue. I want all of it.”
You explode violently moments later. A brutal orgasm crashes through you, your thighs clamping around his head like a vice as a long, high-pitched cry escapes your throat. A powerful clear jet bursts out of you in intense successive waves.
You squirt abundantly, soaking his face, his chin, and a large part of the sheets under your ass. The pleasure is so strong your eyes roll back, your toes curl, and your body shakes with uncontrollable spasms for long seconds, wave after wave.
When the final tremors finally subside, you collapse on your side, panting and trembling. You look down and see the mess: the sheets are completely soaked beneath you. An intense wave of embarrassment washes over you immediately.
“Oh no… I soaked the sheets…” you murmur, red with shame, hiding your face in your hands.
But when you peek through your fingers, you see Nanami. His face is glistening with your juices. He looks… satisfied. Almost proud. His eyes shine with a possessive and admiring glint. You can’t help but burst out laughing despite your embarrassment.
Nanami lifts his head and laughs softly with you, a warm, rare laugh that vibrates through his chest. He slowly crawls back over you, towering over you with his imposing, athletic body. He kisses you tenderly, sliding his tongue into your mouth so you can taste yourself.
“You’re so beautiful when you squirt like that,” he murmurs against your lips, his voice hoarse. “Don’t be embarrassed. I personally loved every second.”
He pulls back slightly to look at you better. In one smooth motion, he grabs the hem of his shirt and pulls it off, revealing his perfectly sculpted, muscular torso glistening with your squirt.
Your gaze drifts lower… and you immediately notice the massive bulge straining violently against his pants. His cock is visibly rock hard. A large wet patch spreads across the front of his gray pants, betraying just how much your orgasm and squirt excited him.
You bite your lip, both embarrassed and terribly turned on by the sight. Nanami follows your gaze and smiles, a little embarrassed himself, but mostly proud and full of desire.
“See what you do to me?” he says, slowly running a hand over his cock through the fabric. “I’m completely soaked because of you.”
He places a knee on the bed and leans over you again, his gaze burning. “And I’m not done with you yet, baby.”
when one thinks of a nerd, you'd think it would be one of those musty guys that don't have time for hygiene because they're too busy studying for whatever the hell they're always talking about. their usual sayings, "bro, im so fucking cooked." or, "erm, actually!" well, satoru does say those things but he's also perverted in a way.
your first interaction was when you were assigned to a project together, choosing his place for the meet up. "oh! um, are you sure?" he nervously asked, feeling sweat form at the back of his neck.
you were gorgeous in anyone eyes, including his. and the last thing he needed was for you to see his room. because said room has shelves full of manga and figures with little to no clothes and body proportions you were unsure were anatomically correct.
you thought it was mad weird.
thankfully, he got rid of the figures when you got together. claiming that he sold them online, except for one that you had found stored away in a box under his bed.
one with a sexual maid outfit and bunny ears.
at first, you were fuming until you took a closer look. the doll looked almost . . . like you. same face, hair color, body type.
then, you were ordering an exact replica of the outfit it had on, slipping the frilly little thing over your body and positioning the bunny ears and little tail before sitting down on his bed, waiting patiently for him to return from his digimon trading game.
"babe, should we order takeout-" his words died out on his tongue after his eyes landed on you. "oh.." his dick began hardening in his pants like a damn virgin.
the gooner doll was in your hands. you waved at him with it.
he gulped.
"what's with outfit, pretty?"
"what's with this?"
"uh, well," he stuttered, his bag falling onto the floor. "you told me you sold all of them toru. why'd you lie to me?" you pouted.
there was no time to explain. his hands were on you in seconds, feeling you up even while shaking like a maniac.
his fingers dug into your hips, holding you down his cock.
"oh my god.. you look so hot like this."
he threw his head back onto the headboard, watching as you carefully sank down on him. "you should hah.. wear ngh.. more outfits like this." he grunted, shifting his hips to help you bounce up and down.
"yeah?"
"yeah!" fuck you feel so good.." satoru moaned, shifting his hands to rest on your waist instead, eyes set on you. or more at the way the bunny ears flopped with every thrust. "gonna explain why you kept that figure?" you gripped onto his shoulders.
satoru looked away, face drenched in embarrassment. "it reminded me of you.." he confessed.
you hummed, kissing his nose. "I figured. weirdo."
"you dressed up for this weirdo." he moaned, eyes sliding down to take in the sight of his cock disappearing in and out of you. the plap plap plap of skin on skin would make you cringe any other day, but the way satoru's face was fully displaying arousal, you didn't mind it.
"you're so loud." he says as if he wasn't the one whimpering.
his hand traveled up to your breasts, squeezing over the clothed area before ripping off your top.
"babe!" you gasped. "I just bought this."
"yeah, I'll buy you even cuter sets. no way are we ever stopping this."
Satoru thought he didn't have a type... until he saw you.
18+ MDNI
Masterlist
SMUT
Time and time again girls would throw themselves at Satoru. At parties, he instantly became the most popular one. School, all the girls wanted to get with him. Life in freaking general, he was the strongest so why would that be any different. Every time he thought about trying to experience sex it was shot down by his brain. The strongest in every way besides the bedroom? That’s what he would constantly think to himself. That was however until he saw you. Nice plump thighs, a little chub in the front, your face looked like someone purposefully made it for him. Genuinely to him you were the most beautiful woman he’s ever seen. Embarrassingly enough he went home after that fateful regretting not saying a word to you. Jerking off to the mere thought of you, a girl he’d probably never see again.
The next morning Satoru complains to Suguru about how he’d probably never see you again.
“Well Satoru, you should’ve asked for her number or actually done something.” He sighs ordering his coffee, Satoru groans doing the same. The two guys sit waiting for the coffee order to be called out.
“Coffee for Satoru!” The female voice rang out in the small coffee shop. Satoru walks up to the counter looking up to say something and sees you. It took him a second to realize while he was grabbing his drink.
“Have a nice day.” You smiled at him. His heart just about exploded from just a mere smile, and the brushing of your fingertips as you hand him the coffee. The strongest couldn’t help himself in the presence of you. Realizing he had gotten a second chance, this kind of shit never happens. Only in the movies. He muttered out trying to shoot his shot
“Would you like to go on a date?”
You are obviously taken aback by such a bold statement standing absolutely dumbfounded for a second. Unable to formulate a response to the obnoxiously handsome man. You were as you described less than conventionally attractive, usually being the second option for most men. Typically, too overweight to even catch the attention of anyone in a positive light. Satoru examined the look of pure shock on your face before quickly doing some damage control. “I’m sorry I was so forward, it’s just.” He slightly let out a sigh before continuing “it’s just you are truly the most attractive person I’ve ever seen. I’d really like the pleasure of taking you out. I mean you don’t have to if you have a boyfriend or anything…” he trailed off, not even registering that to be a possibility until that point. You shook your head “I don’t have a boyfriend.” His eyes widened with shock, someone as beautiful as you being totally single. It might just be his lucky day.
“In that case would my offer be appropriate?” He flashed a smile.
“Sure. That would be really nice.” You smiled back nervously accepting this offer.
Now that’s how you both happened to be in this situation. Satoru on top of you in your small, cramped apartment after your dinner date. He insisted on walking you home, seeing as you both were a little tipsy and it was late. Once you reached the front door, he pressed his lips onto yours. You kissed him back quickly unlocking the apartment door dragging him inside. Satoru couldn’t believe his dreams were about to come true. He could feel a tent rising in his pants and staying up as he continued making out with you. On the couch you both discarded most of your clothes. His eyes looking up and down your body, his hands squeezing your thick thighs.
“Beautiful.” He muttered out after catching a glimpse of you. His mouth continued latching onto your neck, he wanted to leave an obvious mark letting everyone know you were his. Moans softly escaped your lips as his hands trailed up to squeeze your breasts.
“Like that baby?” He purred into your ear. You nodded overwhelmed with pleasure.
“I’ve been waiting for a girl like you. Someone to catch my attention, someone with a perfect body like yours.” His hands traced over your protruding stomach, taking special attention squeezing the fat. His hands stopped “should we take this to the bedroom? There’s something that I’d like to do, but it requires ample space.” He winks helping you up off the sofa. Guiding you into the room before you can get on the bed his lips attach to yours once more before pushing you down on the bed,
“Let’s take these off now? Shall we?” Satoru grips your underwear sliding it down revealing your wetness “So good for me. Seems like you want this just as much as I do princess.” He chuckles fingers dipping down into your slick folds garnering a moan out of your already open mouth
“Satoru!” You moan again as he fingers found your sweet spot almost immediately rubbing it gently.
“Yes princess?” He chuckled, “Am I making you feel so good?”
You nod as he continued using his fingers, they quickly made their way down lower into your hole.
“Mmm, so tight. I can’t wait to shove my cock in you.” He whispered in your ear thrusting them in and out, they were so long you could feel them touching your cervix with every movement in. He finally removed them, putting them in his mouth, sucking every bit of you off of them.
“Absolutely delicious.” He whispered, pulling his boxers down. You could tell he was packing just by the sheer size of the bulge. Once his underwear was completely off you saw the magnitude of what he was packing, his cock had to easily have been the biggest you’ve ever seen. Precum absolutely dripping out of the tip,
“God you are so fucking sexy.” He straddles you lining up to the entrance of your pussy “Are you ready for me baby? Because if I start, I’m not gonna be able to stop.” You nod eagerly wanting to feel him filling you up to the brim “Good girl” he murmurs slowly inserting himself into you. A soft groan escaped his lips “Feels so good”
You felt him push inside completely before he started thrusting in and out, “Fuck.” You moaned out as his thrusts became quicker, almost unpredictable. His breathing became heavier. You felt his hands sliding up your thighs pinning you down in a mating press, he was getting as deep as he could go.
“God princess. I could live in this pussy.” He leans in grunting.
“Mhmm” you moan back loudly not caring if your neighbors could hear through the paper-thin walls.
“Everyone knows you belong to me.” He lets out a deep breath “I’m going to mark you up from the inside out.” You could tell he was getting close.
“Please! I want you to fill me up. I wanna be overflowing with your cum.” You were practically yelling at this point. His hand slipped down rubbing your clit bringing you closer to orgasm. Suddenly you felt it coming on strong “ahhh, Satoru” you released clenching his cock tightly, in an instant his cum coated the inside of you but he wasn’t stopping ensuring you were able to feel the full extent of the orgasm that you were riding the high from. Suddenly he collapsed next to you, breathing heavy, body sweaty.
“You are so perfect.” He kissed your cheek; you were still trying to catch your breath from the immense amount of pleasure you just felt.
He chuckled “I hope you know I don’t want this to be a one-time thing. I’d really like to take you out for breakfast in the morning.”
You blushed slightly, rolling your head onto his chest “Sounds good.”
His arms wrapped around you as he was still trying to catch his breath, placing hoards of kisses all over your face. Your eyes slowly closed almost instantly falling asleep. Satoru glanced down at you in the dim light hearing your snores slowly filling up the silence. Unable to fall asleep after such an intense moment he focused on the rise and fall of your chest, and before he knew it he’d fallen asleep holding you tightly in his arms.
Choso wakes up and sees blood on the sheets. Are you dying?!
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Fluff :3
Light filtered in the bedroom, at the crack of dawn Choso is used to smelling fresh coffee brewing in the shared apartment. He rolled over seeing you still fast asleep; a bit abnormal sure, but he wasn’t going to complain about getting a few extra minutes of cuddling in. Scooting closer to your sleeping form he presses against your back. After a few seconds an interesting smell hits his nose, lifting up the blanket he notices the familiar iron smell.
“Blood?” He whispers to himself leaning closer in to inspect the strange liquid. He gasps, his mind running through every possible scenario. ‘Holy shit, did I accidentally kill her in my sleep? Is something seriously wrong with her? Wait! Is she dying?’ His breathing became quick, doing his best not to completely panic, this was only his first month living with you, surely it would’ve come up at some point; the fact that you were bleeding out constantly. The slow rise and fall of your chest were enough to make him realize that you were in fact not dead. He gently shook you, a groan escaping your lips.
“Doll? Wake up doll.” His motions became quite a bit more frantic until your eyes were wide open with a look of concern.
“Are you doing alright Choso? You look scared.” Oh god did he love your groggy morning voice, but it wasn’t enough this time to soothe his worries about the fact there was blood on the bed.
“Um, are you hurt? I think you should go to the hospital.” He was so worried.
“Cho honey, what are you talking about?” At this point you didn’t feel or notice the blood seeping into the bed.
“There’s blood on the bed. Are you a cursed spirit too?” His voice was so panicked, and innocent. Once you realized what he meant you stopped, looking under the covers.
“I’m so sorry.” You felt instantly embarrassed. His face turned from pure panic to confusion.
“Um, I guess I never thought to tell you about this. I guess I just assumed everyone knew about this.” You nervously rambled.
“Tell me about what?” He was like a young child asking where babies came from, it was pretty adorable.
“Oh, once a month women bleed. It's called a period. Usually, I’m better about keeping it under control. If you want to go out into the living room, I can change the sheets.”
His face looked almost astonished, like you were telling him a huge secret he wasn’t supposed to know about.
“Does it hurt?” He asks gently.
“Yeah, it only lasts for a week though. It's not forever.” Feeling a huge pain in your lower abdomen you managed to mask the internal pain you were feeling. “Now, I’ll just get up and clean then you can rest a little more.”
Choso shook his head sternly, feeling a sense of duty at this moment. He instructed you to stay put while he began running a shower, so you could clean yourself up.
“Cho, you really don’t have to do all this.” You’d never had any of your ex’s react the way he did about something so commonplace in your life.
“I know, I want to. You said it hurts. I don’t want you to hurt.” He mumbled softly guiding you into the bathroom “Let me take care of you doll.” He placed a small kiss on your cheek before closing the bathroom door, then going to change the bloodstained bed. He quickly pulled out his phone, placing a call to his brother Yuji.
“Yuji, did you know that women bleed for a week at a time every month?” Choso asked, highly concerned.
“Well yeah. I guess I forgot to mention that to you before. Why? What did you do this time?” Yuji asked almost suspiciously.
“Nothing, I just have no idea what to do. Please help me.” Choso sounded desperate on the other end of the phone. Yuji just chuckled.
“Bro, I don’t know. I’ve never had a girlfriend before. Google it or something. Gotta go.” Yuji promptly hung up the phone. Choso felt like that conversation was absolutely useless, he just figured out about google a few months ago. He typed in ‘How to help your girlfriend on their period’. A plethora of answers came up, he scrolled before seeing a diagram of what actually happened during that time of the month. His mouth was wide open seeing exactly what women had to go through, shocked at how accustomed you were to it. The fact you seemed to just shrug it off like it was as normal as breathing.
“Cho?” You walked over to him, hair damp wearing one of his oversized t-shirts. You could see his eyes welling up with tears before he immediately pulled you into his arms.
“You go through so much, you are so strong.” He whispers, holding you tightly a few tears slipping from his eyes.
“Did you go on google?” You asked, chuckling at his reaction. He nods slowly, you shake your head, a soft smile on your face. He laid you back down in the bed.
“Doll, I promise I’m going to take such good care of you.” He mumbled. You kissed his cheek softly.
“Just come and cuddle with me alright? That’s what I really want right now.” You patted the space next to you in the bed. He nods laying down next to you.
“Tell me if you need anything doll. I don’t want you lifting a finger until it's over.” He states seriously like it was an order not a suggestion.
“Sure thing Cho.” You snuggled into his warm chest allowing his breathing to lull you back to sleep.
A/N: I love clueless Choso. I would actually love to see his reaction when he discovers search engines for the first time.
you wanted to start to undress, lifting your shirt over your head when choso stopped you. “maybe you can… stay dressed?”
you eyed your boyfriend who sat on the edge of the bed completely naked, his cock twitching and leaking against his stomach after all the heated kisses. his cheeks were flushed, eyes glassy.
“you want me to stay dressed?” you asked, surprised.
“mhmm.” he nodded shyly, biting his lip. that’s how you ended up dry humping choso’s bare leg.
your soaked panties dragged slowly against his thick, muscular thigh, the friction making you sigh softly. choso whimpered beneath you, hands trembling as they rested on your hips.
“feels so good…” his cock lay heavy and untouched against his abs, leaking messily every time you rolled your hips. “you’re so wet… i can feel it all over my leg.”
you braced your hands on his shoulders and ground down harder, the wet patch on your panties growing darker as you rubbed your clothed pussy against his bare skin. choso’s head fell back with a moan, thighs flexing underneath you.
“please… don’t stop,” he begged quietly, looking up at you with needy eyes. “use me. use my leg however you want… i just want to feel you.”
you moved faster, grinding your swollen clit against the firm muscle of his thigh. choso was panting now, chest heaving, cock twitching helplessly as it continued to drip precum all over his stomach. he looked so pretty like this—completely naked and desperate while you stayed fully dressed, using him for your pleasure.
“you’re making such a mess.”
choso whimpered, fingers digging into your hips. “i’m sorry… can’t help it. you feel too good. i’m so hard it hurts but… fuck, i love when you use me like this.”
you leaned forward and kissed him, still grinding on his thigh. choso moaned into your mouth, tongue sliding against yours obediently as his cock continued leaking, completely ignored between you.
“please…” he whispered against your lips. “keep going. make yourself cum on me. i want to feel it.”
you smiled against his mouth and rolled your hips harder, soaking his bare leg even more while choso trembled and whimpered beneath you.
“i’m close—”
“yes— please cum on me,” choso whispered. “i want to feel it. please—”
your orgasm hit you hard, riding out every wave while choso watched with wide eyes. he couldn’t look away from the sight—the way your soaked panties rubbed against his thigh, the shiny wetness on his skin, the way your body trembled on top of him.
“oh god—” without any touch to his cock at all, choso suddenly came.
thick ropes of cum spurted from his untouched cock, painting his stomach and chest in messy streaks. he whimpered your name, completely lost in the sight of you cumming on his thigh. his cock continued twitching and leaking even after he finished, still painfully hard.
you slowed your movements, breathing heavily as you looked down at him. “you came…” you whispered, a little stunned.
he nodded weakly, cheeks burning red. “couldn’t help it… you looked so pretty cumming on me.” and then he pulled you down into a messy kiss, still trembling from his untouched orgasm.
satoru can‘t help but get distracted when you start talking. . . ૮꒰˶ - ˕ -꒱ა
satoru swears he’s listening to you.
he nods at the right moments, tilts his head when you emphasize something, throws in a casual “yeah?” or “that so?” that makes it seem like he‘s all ears.
he really tries to pay attention to your words, but the thing is.. the second you start talking, his mind starts drifting.
“—and so i was thinking of taking that mission,” you say, arms loosely crossed. “it’s in a pretty empty area, which is good.”
satoru hums in faux acknowledgment. “mm-hm.”
he can already picture it— you‘ll definitely ask him to come along. oh you.. you’re looking up at him, suddenly shy, fingers tugging at your uniform.
“satoru…” you say, voice softer than usual. “we’ll be all alone out there… won’t you come with me?”
you look away right after, like you’re embarrassed you even asked.
oh, he’s definitely dreaming now.
the two of you walking through empty roads together. sitting beside each other on the train ride home while the sunset pours through the windows. maybe you‘ll accidentally fall asleep on his shoulder..
maybe—
a smack to his arm.
“hey! earth to gojo!”
he blinks, returning to the present.
you’re looking at him with a small frown now. “did you even hear anything i just said?”
“…yeah,” he says, although very unconvincing.
you raise an eyebrow. he doesn’t break under your gaze, but there‘s a moment of silence between you.
you sigh. “i said i might take that mission in the empty area. it should be quick.“
“riiight,” he says, acting like he totally knows. “that one.”
your eyes narrow. “you really didn’t hear a word, did you?”
“i did!” he insists.
but his thoughts are still stuck on the version of you that only exists in his head— soft voice, shy glance, asking him to come like it matters if he’s there.
later, when you walk away still mildly annoyed, satoru stays where he is with his hands in his pockets.
he really does listen to you.. just not in the way you think.
“blah blah.. proper name.. place name.. backstory stuff..” — how toru hears reader
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.
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