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[iscreamvanilla]

F/o that knows your exact measurements and by that I mean how many kisses it takes from your wrist to your neck, how many to circle your waist, how many to reach your thighs descending from your navel.

[hamrikaa]

[tays-writing]

!nerdjo x reader | part 9

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

part 1 here! . part 2 here! . part 3 here! . part 4 here! part 5 here! part 6 here! . part 7 here! . part 8 here!

cr: 3vangel1ne_ on X

cw: praise kink, light dom/sub dynamics, recording, handjob, spit kink.

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You woke up first. Soft morning light slipped through the thin curtains of your dorm room, washing everything in pale gold, including Satoru’s face.

He was still asleep beside you, lying on his side, facing you. His white hair was a messy halo against the pillow, strands falling across his forehead. His eyelashes rested against his cheeks, impossibly long, his lips parted just enough for slow, even breaths to escape.

One of his arms was wrapped loosely around your waist. Enough that you knew, even asleep, he had unconsciously reached for you.

Carefully, you lifted a hand and brushed a strand of hair away from his forehead. Your fingertips lingered. You traced the curve of his cheekbone, the line of his jaw, the soft skin under his eye. He didn't stir. Instead, he leaned almost imperceptibly into your touch, as though some part of him recognized it even in his sleep. It made your heart squeeze.

You couldn’t stop looking at him. He looked so peaceful. So beautiful.

“You’re staring again.” Shoko’s teasing voice echoed in your head. “I’ve never seen you like this before.”

No one had ever stayed the night before. And it wasn’t because they didn’t ask. It was because you’d never wanted them to, never asked them to. You liked people leaving. You liked knowing nothing had changed once the night was over. 

Now, lying here with Satoru sleeping peacefully in your bed, you realized something.

This wasn’t just about getting it out of your system.

Being like this with him… it felt natural. Right.

A selfish part of you wished the morning could stay like this a little longer. You wanted to keep watching him. Wanted to memorize this version of him—the one no one else got to see.

Before your thoughts could spiral any further, Satoru shifted.

His brow twitched and his long lashes fluttered. Slowly, impossibly slowly, those beautiful bright blue eyes opened.

For a second he simply blinked at you, still caught somewhere between dreaming and waking. Then he realized you were already awake.

“…Morning” he whispered, voice rough with sleep.

“Morning, Satoru” you said, still gently stroking his cheek.

Without saying anything, he turned his head just enough to nuzzle into your palm, almost like a cat asking for more affection. The gesture was so instinctive it made you laugh softly.

Satoru watched you for another few seconds before speaking again, quieter this time.

“I was scared you'd regret letting me stay.”

The words were almost whispered. Like he'd been carrying them since he'd opened his eyes.

“I don’t.”

His shoulders visibly relaxed, and a soft smile slowly spread across his face.

—

By the time you finished brushing your teeth, the apartment smelled faintly of butter and freshly brewed coffee.

That definitely hadn’t been there when you'd gone into the bathroom. Curious, you stepped into the hallway.

The sight that greeted you made you stop in your tracks.

Satoru stood in your tiny kitchen with his back to you. One hand held a spatula while the other balanced a frying pan with surprising confidence. His white hair was still adorably messy from sleep, refusing to stay flat no matter how many times he’d probably tried to fix it.

He hummed quietly to himself.

Completely unaware you were watching.

He looked… domestic. And unfairly adorable.

You watched him for a moment before walking over. He turned when he heard your footsteps, and his entire face brightened.

“Oh.” His smile softened immediately. “Morning again. I hope you like pancakes.” He rubbed the back of his neck. “I wasn’t really sure what you usually eat for breakfast, so... I made scrambled eggs too. Just in case.”

You sat down at the small table as he brought over two plates and fresh coffee. He sat across from you, fidgeting with his glasses nervously.

For a few minutes you ate in comfortable silence, stealing glances at each other. But Satoru kept opening and closing his mouth, clearly working up the courage to say something.

Finally, after pushing his food around his plate for the third time, he spoke.

“I… I wanted to ask you something.”

“Mmh?” You looked up at him

He adjusted his glasses, then immediately took them off again, then just put them on again.

“I, uh…”

His fingers tapped nervously against the edge of the table.

“We’ve... spent a lot of time together lately.”

You raised your eyebrows slightly.

“...That's true.”

“And yesterday was…” He laughed awkwardly. “Well. Yesterday.”

His ears were noticeably pink now, and you had to resist the urge to kiss him senseless because he looked so cute. 

“Uh... I just—” He stopped, pressing his lips together. He let out a quiet breath and tried again.

“I was wondering if maybe…” He swallowed. “...if you’d like to go out with…me”

The words had barely left his mouth before he rushed to keep talking.

“I mean—you don’t have to, obviously. If you don’t want to, that’s completely okay." He shook his head quickly. 

You opened your mouth, but he was already spiraling.

“I just... I really like spending time with you, and I thought maybe we could... keep doing that. Outside of…” He made a vague gesture with his hand. “...everything else.”

He grimaced.

“God, that sounded weird.”

You bit the inside of your cheek to stop yourself from laughing.

“I mean, it’s okay if you say no.” He ran a hand through his already messy hair. “I can just... leave, and you won’t have to see me ag— Oh.” He froze. “The project.”

He shut his eyes.

“Right. We’d definitely see each other again.”

You had to press your lips together to suppress the laughter.

“So... forget that part.”

He rubbed the back of his neck, looking thoroughly embarrassed.

“Nothing has to change. We can just... pretend I never said anything. Well, maybe not pretend, because I did say it, but—”

“Satoru.” you said, utterly amused.

“Sorry” he mumbled, dropping his gaze to his plate.

“Are you asking me to be exclusive?”

“I mean…” He rubbed the back of his neck, ears turning pink all over again. “I—I would. I mean, I want to.” He frowned at himself. “Not that you have to. I’m not saying you have to, I would’t expect you to just because I—”

“Yes.”

Satoru blinked, eyes wide behind his glasses.

“W-what?”

“Yes. I want to go out with you.” A teasing smile tugged at your lips. “Just you.”

He stared at you as though he'd forgotten how to process words. You stood, walked around the table, and stopped beside him.

“We don't know each other that well yet.”

“...No.”

“But that’s kind of the point of dating, isn’t it?”

He looked up at you.

“...Yeah.”

“We don’t have to figure everything out today.” You smiled. “We can just... get to know each other while we go out together.”

For a moment, he simply stared.

“...Really?”

You nodded.

“Really.”

A breath escaped him—half laugh, half sheer relief.

“Okay,” he whispered, smiling so widely it almost looked disbelieving. “Okay.”

He just stared at you, the goofiest smile you'd ever seen plastered on his face

You rolled your eyes fondly.

“Come here.” You leaned down and cupped his jaw, kissing him softly.

When you pulled away, his cheeks had somehow turned an even deeper shade of pink.

“...Hi,” he mumbled, sounding completely dazed.

You couldn't help laughing.

“Hi.”

He looked at you for another second before a thought suddenly crossed his mind.

“...So I’m taking you on a date?”

You hummed.

“Looks like it.”

“I like that.” He smiled to himself. 

“I hope you like APA formatting too, because I kept telling myself I’d do it later... and then later never happened.” You reached over and gently squished his cheeks between your hands. “It’s a good thing I’ve got a pretty boy who excels at it.”

His cheeks warmed all over again.

“...I can definitely help with APA.”

“I figured you would.”

—

Monday arrived much faster than either of you had expected, and before you knew it, the ten-minute presentation was already over.

“And these are our references,” Satoru said, the presentation clicker still in his hand. “Thank you.”

The classroom filled with polite applause as your professor looked between the two of you.

“I have to admit,” she began, “I was expecting a solid presentation.”

Satoru shifted ever so slightly beside you.

“But this exceeded my expectations.”

You couldn’t help but straighten a little.

“The way you explained the mechanisms behind vancomycin resistance was clear, well-organized, and easy to follow.” She tapped her pen lightly against the desk. “Excellent work.”

You exchanged a quick glance with Satoru.

“Thank you” the two of you replied almost in unison.

A few minutes later, as you walked out of the lecture hall, Satoru finally let out the breath he'd apparently been holding throughout the entire presentation.

“...We actually did it.”

“Of course we did.” You grinned, nudging his shoulder with yours. “You’re ridiculously smart. You somehow made a really difficult project look easy.”

His cheeks turned pink.

“I just…” He ducked his head with a shy smile. “I really wanted us to do well. And you were perfect too.”

Your heart softened.

You walked side by side down the hallway, the professor's praise still lingering pleasantly in your mind.

After a few moments, you glanced at him, a mischievous smile tugging at your lips.

“So…”

He looked over at you.

“...Should we celebrate?”

He tilted his head, clearly intrigued.

“Celebrate?”

“Mhm.” You slowed your pace just enough to make him stop with you. “I’ve already got an idea”

—

Two hours later, Satoru sat on the edge of your bed, completely naked, legs spread wide. The phone was propped on a tripod in front of him, carefully angled so neither of your faces would appear — only his body, your hands, and the intimate angle between you.

You knelt behind him, bare breasts pressed against his back, arms wrapped around his torso. The camera was already recording.

You pressed a slow kiss to the side of his neck, feeling him shiver.

“Look at my pretty, brilliant boy…” you murmured against his skin, one hand sliding down his chest. “So smart… getting the highest grade in the class with me.”

Satoru let out a soft, shaky whimper and tilted his head, offering you more of his neck.

You wrapped your hand around his cock — already painfully hard — and stroked him with slow, deliberate movements.

“You worked so hard on that project,” you continued, voice low and sweet. “Always so focused… always so good for me. You deserve this, don’t you?”

He moaned, hips twitching forward into your fist. “Y-yes… I tried so hard… for you…”

You smiled against his neck and sucked lightly on his skin while your hand kept its steady rhythm. “Mmh, yeah… such a good boy,” you whispered, thumb brushing over the leaking tip.

Satoru whimpered louder, head falling back against your shoulder. His body trembled with every stroke.

“Fuck…” he breathed, voice already breaking.

You tightened your grip and picked up the pace, your free hand roaming over his body — tracing his abs, dragging your nails lightly down his thigh. Then you sucked hard on his neck, leaving a clear mark just below his shoulder.

“Mine,” you whispered against the fresh bruise. “All fucking mine.”

He moaned, raw and needy. You slid your hand up to his throat, wrapping your fingers around it gently but firmly — not choking, just holding him in place.

His breath hitched.

“Fuck— yes—” he whimpered, hips bucking harder into your hand. “Please… harder…”

You squeezed a little tighter and stroked him faster, twisting your wrist at the head. “You’re so loud today, baby,” you purred against his ear. “Letting everyone hear how much you love being mine… how desperate you get when I touch you.”

He was panting now, thrusting desperately into your fist. “I love it— fuck— I love being yours…”

You rewarded him with another mark on his neck and dragged your nails down his abs, leaving faint red lines. Satoru cried out, body shaking.

“I’m gonna— fuck— I’m so close—”

“Not yet,” you whispered, slowing your hand just enough to edge him. “Tell me how much you need me.”

“I need you so bad… I want to be inside you… I want you to use me… please let me cum for you—”

You smiled and sped up again, your other hand still firm around his throat. “Tell me more, baby. What do you want?”

Satoru’s voice cracked with desperation. “I want you to be mine… forever. I want to wake up next to you… I want everyone to know you’re mine…”

You let out a soft, amused hum. “Mmm, you’re so greedy.”

“I-I’m sorry—” he whimpered instantly, shame and lust mixing in his tone.

“No, that’s okay,” you murmured, lips brushing his ear. “I like it when you’re greedy… because I’m yours too, baby.”

You kept stroking him, slick and relentless. “My pussy is yours. My tits are yours. My throat is yours to fuck whenever you want…”

“Fuck—” he gasped, head falling back against your shoulder again. “I want that so bad… I want to choke on your fingers while you ride me…”

You stroked him faster for a few moments, then slowed down again, torturing him.

“You like it when I’m mean to you, don’t you?” you asked sweetly.

“Y-yes… I love it… I want you to use me until I can’t think… I like it —Ahh– Fuck— too much”

You felt him throbbing harder, his hips jerking desperately.

“I’m gonna— fuck— I’m so close—”

You immediately slowed your hand, almost stopping.

“Not yet,” you whispered, kissing his neck. “Hold it for me, baby. I want you to feel really good when you finally cum.”

Satoru let out a broken, frustrated whimper, hips twitching helplessly.

“Please… I need it… I’m so fucking close…”

You stroked him a little faster again, then slowed down once more, edging him beautifully. His cock was leaking profusely, throbbing angrily in your hand.

After the third time you denied him, he was shaking.

You leaned in close.

“Open your mouth.”

Satoru obeyed instantly. You brought your hand to his lips.

“Spit.”

He spat into your palm without hesitation.

You used his spit as lubricant, wrapping your hand around his cock again and stroking him faster, slick and wet.

“Fuck— yes—” he moaned, hips jerking.

Finally, you pressed your lips against his ear and whispered:

“You can cum now, baby. Make a mess for your girl.”

With a loud, broken cry, Satoru came hard.

Thick ropes of cum shot across his stomach and chest as his hips jerked wildly into your hand. He moaned your name over and over, voice wrecked and desperate, body shaking with the intensity of it.

You kept stroking him gently through the aftershocks, pressing soft kisses along his neck until he was trembling and oversensitive.

Then you cupped his face and turned it toward the camera. Not enough for his face to come into frame—just enough that it looked like he was addressing the audience.

“Tell them, baby,” you ordered softly. “You're mine. Only mine.”

“I-I’m hers…” he panted, his voice hoarse, barely able to catch his breath.

A satisfied smile tugged at your lips.

“Good boy.”

You pressed one last kiss to the corner of his jaw before reaching past him to stop the recording.

—

Six months later

The apartment was wrapped in a peaceful kind of quiet that only existed on rare mornings like this. No classes, no alarms, no rush to be anywhere. Just the soft glow of sunlight slipping through the half-closed curtains and the steady sound of breathing.

Satoru woke up first — or at least he tried to.

The moment he opened his eyes, he realized he was completely trapped. Not in a bad way. In the best possible way.

Your arms were wrapped tightly around his torso, your face buried against his chest, and one of your legs had somehow found its way between his. Your entire body was pressed against him like you’d decided he was your personal pillow for the rest of your life.

He smiled, soft and helpless.

“Baby…” he whispered, voice still rough with sleep.

A sleepy hum was the only answer he got. You nuzzled closer, refusing to loosen your hold.

“I can’t feel my arm anymore,” he murmured, amused.

You tightened your grip even more, a lazy smile forming against his skin.

“Sounds like a you problem.”

Satoru let out a quiet laugh, the sound vibrating through his chest. He tilted his head down to look at you properly. You were still wearing his oversized white hoodie — the one with the vancomycin molecule printed across the back. It had ridden up just enough to expose the soft skin of your thighs, and the sleeves completely swallowed your hands.

For a long moment, he just watched you, his heart feeling too big for his chest.

Eventually, you stirred, blinking up at him with sleepy eyes.

“Want me to move?” you asked, your voice muffled.

“Just a little bit,” he said, though he didn’t sound very convincing.

“Okay…”

Instead of rolling off, you shifted upward and climbed on top of him, straddling his waist in one smooth motion.

Satoru’s eyes widened slightly in surprise.

“Wait—”

Too late.

You cupped his face with both hands, gently squishing his cheeks together until his lips puckered. He stared up at you, completely helpless and entirely in love.

“Look at you…” you whispered, eyes sparkling with affection.

“What?” he managed to say, voice slightly distorted by your hands.

“You’re so cute.”

His cheeks flushed instantly, a soft pink spreading across his face. No matter how many times you said it, it still got to him.

You grinned and started peppering his face with slow, lazy kisses — his forehead, his eyelids, the tip of his nose, his cheeks, the corner of his mouth. Satoru laughed softly, not even pretending to resist your attack of affection.

“Baby—” he tried between kisses.

Another kiss landed on his jaw.

“Ugh, my boyfriend is so cute,” you mumbled happily.

There it was. That word again.

Boyfriend.

Satoru’s ears turned pink. He looked away, suddenly shy, even though he was smiling.

“You really like saying that” he muttered.

“I do,” you answered without hesitation, still holding his face. “And you like hearing it.”

He didn’t deny it. You leaned down and kissed him properly this time — slow, warm, and lingering. When you pulled back, your forehead rested gently against his.

“I love you,” you whispered.

His expression melted completely. Those two words never failed to hit him right in the chest.

“I love you too,” he breathed, hands sliding up to rest on your waist, thumbs brushing softly over the hoodie.

For a while, neither of you spoke. You simply stayed there, breathing each other in, enjoying the quiet warmth of the morning. Then you tilted your head, a playful glint appearing in your eyes.

“You know what would make you look even cuter?” you whispered.

Satoru raised an eyebrow slightly.

“What?”

“The cat ears.”

Before he could answer, you rolled your hips slowly against him, grinding down in a lazy, teasing motion. You felt him twitch beneath you, growing hard almost instantly.

A smug little smile curved your lips.

“Ah… you liked that, didn’t you?”

Satoru’s face flushed bright red. He let out a shy, embarrassed sound and immediately hid his face in the crook of your neck, burying it there as if he could disappear.

You chuckled softly, threading your fingers through his messy white hair.

And as you held him close, tangled together in your sheets, you realized once again that this — this quiet, warm, and shy kind of love — was everything you had never known you needed.

ahhh!! we made it to the end😭 I really hope you enjoyed this story🥺 I'm gonna miss this nerdjo so much💗

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“Please let me cum,” Gojo begged, bucking his hips into you as you rode him until he couldn’t take it anymore.

He whined and whimpered under you, his platinum hair falling onto his sweat covered forehead. Gojo’s hands hovered by your waist, knowing you’d scold him if he touched you. He’d been a bad boy today. You’d had enough of his jokes and pranks and deemed him worthy of a punishment.

You smiled at his whines, placing your hands on his chest. You bounced on his large cock as Gojo’s face twisted. Every grind of your hips made him cry out.

He didn’t seem to be laughing now.

“Baby! Sweetheart, please!” Gojo gasped out, struggling to keep himself composed. He squirmed under you, biting his bottom lip to stay sane. Gojo was still driving into you without control over his own body. He couldn’t help but grasp your hips, his nails digging into your soft skin. “Fuck- please..” he muttered.

“Use your words, honey. What do you want, toru?” You asked, continuing your brutal pace.

“I wanna cum!”

You chuckled, reaching a hand up to grab his chin and force him to look at you. “Are you sorry for what you did?”

It was fun to deny with him this way to coax an apology out of him. Seeing the strongest pleading to fill you up turned you on in unimaginable ways.

“Mh! I’m sorry! I’m so fucking sorry, please baby.. let me cum. Let me cum inside you..” Gojo couldn’t take it much longer. Tears welled in his eyes as the pleasure consumed him.

You leaned forward, giving him a kiss on the lips. “Go ahead,” you permitted, forgiving him.

He whimpered, tightening his grip on your hips and thrusting up into you until he bottomed out completely.

“Fuck! oh..” he gasped, finally finishing inside of you. Gojo’s head fell back onto the pillow as his legs twitched. You could feel his cock twitching inside of you too.

You lifted yourself up from his dick, the hot, thick semen spilling out of you and dripping down your inner thighs.

Gojo attempted to catch his breath, still a total mess. He’d come completely undone for you.

“You’re such a good boy..” you praised, planting a kiss on his sweaty forehead. He hummed in reply, fully aware of the fact that he was a pathetic fool when it came to you.

[pixiespond]

The first time you ask their permission to come would wreck them. Truly, it is altering their neural pathways because in doing so, you’ve helped them discover their new favorite sound. Doesn’t matter how you say it. Be it a quiet, breathy plea that’s more reminiscent of a confession than a question, or a sound you hardly recognize from yourself because of how raspy and desperate it is, it doesn’t matter. Hearing you not only voicing your desires, but outright asking them to let you fall, knowing they’ll catch you, gives them a feeling they’ve decided they can’t live without. And of course they’ll give you the permission you’re seeking, you’re being so good for them, who are they to deny you?

[purrtoru]

satoru loves listening to you, especially when your lips are against his. . .

the room is quiet enough that every little sound feels louder than it should— the soft rustle of blankets, and the tiny laugh that escapes you when satoru steals another kiss before you even finish your sentence.

“you know,” you mumble against his lips. “you should really listen to me right now.”

“i’m listening,” he replies, barely pulling away. his lips brush yours with every word. “you said i’m handsome.”

“i definitely didn’t.”

“no? must’ve imagined it.”

you roll your eyes, though he can’t really see it from how close you are. your noses bump together, and he smiles before giving you another slow, lazy kiss.

“you interrupted me again,” you say.

“m’sorry.. keep talking, sweetheart.”

another kiss.

“i’m trying to tell you,” you whisper, your lips still resting against his. “that we need groceries.”

“we’ll figure something out,” he hums thoughtfully, his breath warm against your face.

“i doubt it, you big back.”

“you’re so mean to me.”

you laugh, the sound breaking into another kiss because satoru seems physically incapable of letting more than a few seconds pass without stealing one.

“kissing me until i forget what i was saying?”

“…is it working?” he muses.

you pause. “…maybe.”

“i know you‘re enjoying yourself,” he says softly, brushing his lips over yours again. “you haven‘t pulled away yet.”

“seems like i’ve made questionable life choices.”

he gasps dramatically, though his smile gives him away.

“oh? dating me is questionable?”

“sometimes.”

another kiss.

“when you leave your socks everywhere.”

mwah.

“when you eat all my snacks.”

mwah.

“when you—”

he kisses you longer that time, lingering just enough that you forget where your complaint is going.

“…see?” he murmurs.

“you are so annoying.”

“but?”

“but…” you smile. “you’re very cute.”

his grin is immediate, and he kisses the corner of your mouth

“what do you want for dinner?” you ask.

“hmm…” he pretends to think hard, his forehead resting against yours. “you.”

“oh my god,” you groan. “you’ve been waiting to say that, haven’t you?”

“maybe.” he grins into the next kiss.

“you should be embarrassed.”

“can’t hear your mean remarks when you’re this close.”

your lips meet in soft, absent-minded kisses between tiny conversations about nothing at all. whether the laundry is finished, whether the weather looks nice tomorrow, or how his teaching is going.

“toru—” kiss. “—how am I supposed to—” another kiss. “—focus?”

“why’d you need to?” his smile softens into something quieter, gentler than his usual teasing grin.

“…we still need groceries.”

“tomorrow,” he insists.

“tomorrow,” you give in.

[rengoatku]

Satoru’s personality biceps are great!

“Satoru, do you mind telling me why you and your boyfriend are at my table?” You glared up at the white-haired man as you tried to complete your notes from your last lecture. Suguru snorted at your comment. “Oh please, I have more self-respect.”

Satoru looked between the two of you like a kicked puppy, glossy lips morphing into a pout. “Hey! Don’t forget both of you have kissed me on more than one occasion.”

You let out a confused noise before Gojo interjected. “Anyway, I have a super important question to ask you, sweets.”

Rolling your eyes, you finally tilted your head up from your books. “We will circle back to that, but what’s up?”

He slid a slightly crumpled paper across the desk as if he were slipping you some kind of illegal substance. When you turned it over, there were three small boxes which were each accompanied by either back, biceps, or pretty face. You sucked in a breath, preparing for whatever bullshit he was pulling this time.

“Satoru, what the hell is this?” The man only smiled wider, cerulean eyes sparkling as if he had just created the greatest scheme known to mankind. “That,” he beamed, “Is a foolproof, state-of-the-art method to test how much you really like me.”

You groaned, watching as the two idiots giggled amongst themselves like high school girls.

“I don’t have time for this,” you muttered mostly to yourself, shaking your head. Satoru piped up, “Oh, come on, just for me?” His eyes widened, giving his best effort at puppy dog eyes. Suguru joined in, “Just do it so he stops asking me what his best qualities are.”

With one last exasperated sigh, you folded. “Alright, fine! You better not get upset with the outcome.” The two men cheered rather loudly, earning an annoyed “shh!” From the librarian.

You grabbed your pen, drawing a wonky box with the title “personality.” Satoru watched with hopeful eyes as each letter appeared.

“No looking.”

Satoru and Suguru turned around, attempting to sneak glances over their shoulders every few seconds.

Finally, you cleared your throat, announcing that you had finished. You slid the paper back to him just as discreetly, and Gojo practically snatched it away.

☐ back

✔︎ biceps

☐ pretty face

☐ personality

Geto burst out laughing, strands of hair falling free from his bun with the force of it, while Satoru looked somewhat distressed. “I — wha? I thought you loved my personality,” he whined, lips curling into a frown. You began to pack up your belongings, but he wasn’t done yet.

“Wait, wait, wait!” Satoru stared at the paper as though the answer would somehow change. “You seemed to have misunderstood the assignment.” You stared at him for a moment. “No, no, I don’t think I did.”

“Oh, you absolutely did.” He jabbed a finger at the paper, “See, now you wrote down personality yourself, which was correct — kudos! But you forgot to tick it.” Suguru intervened, “Maybe if you didn’t act like… well, you, you would’ve gotten personality as your best trait.”

Satoru gasped dramatically, “That is offensive! I’ll have you know I have a very attractive… everything!”

He turned back to you, “Seriously?”

You shrugged, slinging your bag over your shoulder. “What can I say? I have my priorities.”

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[tays-writing]

!nerdjo x reader | part 8

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

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

cr: 3vangel1ne_ on X

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

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

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

Shoko followed your gaze.

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

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

You didn't bother denying it or looking away.

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

That finally pulled your attention back to her.

You frowned.

“Mmh?”

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

“What look?”

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

You scoffed. “He is ridiculously hot.”

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

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

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

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

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

Shoko hummed thoughtfully.

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

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

She nodded subtly toward the living room.

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

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

“There it is” she said with a smirk.

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

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

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

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

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

“...Anyway.”

You already knew that tone.

“Fuck his brains out first.”

“Jesus Christ, Shoko.”

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

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

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

Shoko noticed, of course.

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

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

“You’re insufferable.”

—

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

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

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

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

You tilted your head toward the front door.

“Let’s go?” 

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

“I was just gonna—”

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

Satoru blinked.

“...Oh.”

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

“Seriously. Get out of here.”

—

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Hold on.” you murmured.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Satoru’s eyes followed every movement, utterly mesmerized.

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

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

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

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

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

His breath caught sharply.

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

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

“Cat got your tongue, Toru?”

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

You smiled, your thumb still resting against his jaw.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

A broken whimper left his lips.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You began to bounce on his cock.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You moaned loudly, riding him even harder.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

But you didn’t let him.

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

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

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

“Fuck— fuck—!”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Shower?” you murmured against his lips.

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

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

For a moment, it was gentle.

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

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

Satoru blushed under your gaze.

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

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

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

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

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

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

You were soaked again.

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

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

You felt your face burn.

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

Satoru tilted his head, confused.

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

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

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

Your breath hitched when his nose brushed against your clit.

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

“Yeah… please,” you whispered.

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

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

“Ahhh—”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Fuck— Satoru—!”

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

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

Your thighs started trembling.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

The pressure built impossibly fast.

“Oh my god— I’m— I’m gonna—”

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

You squirted.

Hard.

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

Oh my god… he just made me squirt.

You had never squirted before in your life.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Satoru nodded frantically, breathing ragged and desperate.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Good boy.”

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

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

For the next few minutes, the shower turned tender.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You sat up a little, reaching for his hand.

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

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

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

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

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

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

Uggghhh. FINALLY!!!!

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[kaiiswrld]

texts w loser nerdjo as his popular crush

[mewnbuns]

a man who still kisses your sleeping form goodbye even if you’re not awake to see him leave

[mewnbuns]

him accidentally saying i love you while he’s balls deep but he really really really means it

[mewnbuns]

lazy morning sex with your underwear pulled to the side and his hand up your shirt and his lips at your ear and your hips grinding back into his

[tired-biscuit]

omegaverse au where you’re openly into each other/could definitely be mates, but others need to literally keep you apart physically because you come from different social circles and it just wouldn’t “mix well”.

[tired-biscuit]

and you can’t even sneak around because other people would immediately be able to tell by your scent…

[limitless-satoru]

Imagine standing in the snow with your f/o in the middle of the night, the white dust falling around you blocking out all unnecessary noise, the glow of Christmas lights dancing over your forms, and they turn to you, a huge smile on their face, nose red and face blushed from the cold, before leaning in to press a kiss to your lips, steam escaping your mouths just moments before your lips collide.

[limitless-satoru]

For the most random reason I am in a christmasy mood, perhaps I miss the cold, but Satoru and I love to go look at Christmas lights together.

[spideytetsu]

okay well follow up to my grocery shopping post: what is your favorite domestic thing to do with your f/o?