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Knox, 20s, She/her, INFP

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[lovelyknox]

Stalker!Geto x Oblivious reader anyone? Heavily inspired by the show YOU on Netflix👀

He searches for his one true love his whole life until finding you and he'll do anything to have you.

[fellshish]

feeling guilty over not working on your fic is so silly if you think about like why are you stressing over the hobby you do in your free time for fun lol wip not whip

[lovelyknox]

Saw right as I was thinking abt the 4 wips I haven't touched in weeks....

[sunee-syrup]

love language. [kagehina x reader]

» Shouyou returns home to find his two roommates acting stranger than usual. «

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TAGS: roommate au, poly kagehina, kageyama tobio is the sweetest most softest more subbiest man in the world, hes literally just a whiny soft SIREN, soft dom!hinata, penetrative sex, vaginal sex, anal sex, kageyama crying while getting fucked by not ONE but TWO beautiful people

a/n: i have absolutely nothing normal to say about this. not a single ounce of this comm for @skyswonderfulworld is normal. i dont want to talk about it. i dont want to talk about soft siren eyes kageyama tobio or about soft dom hinata shouyou no i do not. dont contact me, im grieving.

[commission honee here!]

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Shouyou thinks you're acting weird. You and Tobio, both. He'd noticed it from the moment he'd gotten home.

The roommate dynamic has always been a bit… unconventional. Sure. He can admit that. Maybe you're touchier than any of his previous roommates, and maybe Kageyama is more of a clinger than he'd been expecting, even if "clinging" is really just gluing himself to Shouyou's side wordlessly. Maybe when you barge into Shouyou's room in the middle of the night demanding to be spooned because you've had a nightmare, he could do a bit more self-reflection. And maybe — maybe — when Kageyama's eyes linger on him, on the couch or fresh out of the shower or even just passing through, he could stand to wonder what that's about.

But he doesn't. Because he likes his roommate situation with you and Tobio. Some might say he loves it. Some might wonder why he leaves his bedroom door unlocked or why he always happens to forget his clothes in his room when he showers.

But even if he considers any of that normal, you're both acting weird today.

The first sign that something's off is that, when he shoulders his way through the front door with a sigh of exhaustion, you're not bounding around the corner to greet him with that twinkly smile he's so fond of. And when he kicks off his shoes and leaves his mess at the door, Kageyama isn't lingering in the hallway to scold him, even though his voice is never more than petulant.

So, instead, it's Shouyou who's turning corners and poking his head in the hall to figure out where the hell you are.

You're in your bed, curled up under the blankets. Odd, but not unusual.

Kageyama Tobio is with you, wrapped up in your arms, half-asleep while you show him your endless feed of Tiktoks.

Odd. And definitely unusual.

"Uh-" Shouyou shifts his weight, glancing away like this is something he's not meant to see. "I'm home."

You lower your phone, a bright grin spreading across your face when you see him. "Hi, Shou," you coo, your voice snaking down the length of his spine in the way it always does, goosebumps fanning out across his skin. "How was your day?"

"Yeah, it was-" He blinks, taking in the way Kageyama's dark blue eyes examine him through drooping eyelids. He feels drawn to the sight, like Tobio is tempting him on purpose. Flushed cheeks and sleepy eyes and tussled hair, like he's intentionally showing Shouyou that he's vulnerable.

You don't look much better. In fact, you look more dangerous. Like this was your idea, like you're on the verge of satisfaction, because Shouyou's taking a single step into the room. You're looking at him like you know what he's thinking, when even he doesn't know what he's thinking.

All he knows is he really wants to be in that bed, too.

"My day was fine," he finally mumbles, tugging his fingers through his hair. "What have you two been up to?"

"Not much," you yawn. "Lazy day."

"Yeah, I can see that," he breathes, eyes catching on the smirk that appears and disappears from your face like it was never there.

"Tobio took another one of those personality quizzes today," you say quietly, fingertips disappearing into Kageyama's hair when the man decidedly turns away and buries his face into the crook of your neck. Shouyou can hear the gentle scratch of your nails on his scalp. He's ashamed to admit that his cock twitches in his jeans.

"You know how he's always taking those," you continue, still scrolling on your phone like Kageyama Tobio, in all his height and glory, isn't completely splayed across your body right now.

Shouyou doesn't remember stepping all the way into the room, but he sinks a knee into the mattress by your feet, anyway. "Uh huh," he says, lingering there. "What was it about this time?"

You click your tongue at him. "Get your dirty outside clothes off my bed, Hinata Shouyou."

Shouyou wonders if you know how much he likes when you talk to him like that. The glint in your eye is telling him that you do.

Still, he pulls his knee off the bed. "The quiz?" he reminds, watching you watch him as he pushes his thumb against the button on his jeans, popping it open. If you don't want his clothes on the bed, that's fine by him.

Your eyes are caught, all too blatantly, on how he's dragging the zipper down. "Love languages," you mumble, not even trying to hide how distracted you are. "He got physical touch."

There's a piece of Shouyou that's terrified. He's never been this forward with you. He's barely gotten used to your touchy nature, and he hasn't even started processing how he feels about Kageyama.

But here you are, very explicitly checking him out. With Kageyama Tobio just beside you, one arm snaking out to reach out to him.

"C'mere," he murmurs, soft and sleepy and completely ruining Shouyou's self-preservation.

His shirt joins his jeans on the floor, and he's halfway across the bed before realizing that this is potentially a very bad situation for him to be in. Especially when you and Tobio separate, leaving a precarious spot open for him to fill.

But here he is, sliding under the blanket and tucking one arm around your bare waist.

He glances down, eyes wide. "You're not wearing clothes," he mumbles stupidly.

"Not true," Kageyama argues quietly. "She's got underwear on."

"You're not wearing clothes, either," Shouyou remarks, examining Tobio's bare chest and torso, all the way down to the boxer briefs that hide nothing. "That's-" He laughs pathetically. "-comfortable. I guess."

"We went out to get groceries earlier," you explain. "Clothes were dirty."

"Right," he folds, all too easily. "Makes sense."

About as much sense as him sitting here, too, half-naked and wedged between his two equally half-naked roommates. Maybe he should be wondering what this means.

But he doesn't. Because he doesn't really need to. If you don't and Tobio doesn't, either, then why would he start asking questions?

"Physical touch, huh?" he says quietly, voice no louder than a hum, and watches as goosebumps form all across Kageyama's skin. "Not sure I would have taken you for a physical touch guy."

"You wouldn't?" you ask, body arching against his. When Shouyou turns his head to look at you, he finds you leaning across him toward Kageyama. You're so close that your hair brushes across his nose and his lips skim across your cheek. "Just look at 'im, Shou."

You grip the underside of Kageyama's chin ever so gently, and the man's eyes flutter closed as he lets you guide him forward. Shouyou's heart stops in his chest, because your lips are pressing sweetly to the corner of Tobio's mouth, close enough to a real kiss that both men shiver with want.

It's when a whine falls past Tobio's lips, desperate and disappointed, that Shouyou finds himself acting. He presses his palm against your spine when you start to pull back, keeping you there.

"That's it?" he breathes, eyes burning into yours when you find him. "You gonna leave him like that?"

He knows you know what he's talking about.

He's talking about the blatant erection pressing against Kageyama's briefs, right against Shouyou's leg.

"Just look at him," he echoes, smiling softly when you look up at him like that, so soft and earnest. Like you're waiting for his permission.

Shouyou can work with that.

"You want a kiss, Kageyama?" he whispers, his smile all too arrogant and his eyes never leaving yours. You don't look away from him either, not even when Tobio breathes out the most desperate 'yes, please' he's ever heard in his life.

You're still waiting.

"Well?" is all he says.

You lean across him again, urgent this time, and press your lips firmly to Tobio's. The man groans, carding his fingers into your hair and dragging you halfway across Shouyou's lap. He watches, mesmerized, as you kiss him like you've been dreaming of this exact moment. He leans forward, planting his lips against your shoulder and tracing a line down your arm, switching to do the same to Tobio after a moment.

You plant your hand gently on Shouyou's thigh, nails digging in just slightly. Your palm slides up along his skin, and your fingers curl carefully around his cock, thumb swirling sweet circles around the tip. Shouyou groans, taking a moment to breathe, and then he lifts you up and over his lap and into Tobio's. His fingers hook into your panties, tugging meaningfully. You let him move and twist and manipulate your body freely, too busy pressing Tobio down into the mattress with your hands on his chest. The man still has his fingers tangling in your hair, and he's panting eagerly into your mouth. His hips are rutting up against the air, and Shouyou wastes no time removing his underwear the same way he did with yours.

Tobio whines when the cold air touches his overheated skin, so Shouyou clambers onto his knees and positions himself behind you, helping you stay balanced over Tobio. He presses his mouth against your ear, right where Kageyama's fingers are twitching.

"You wanna help me help him?"

You don't answer, but you do arch your back harder, moaning prettily into Kageyama's mouth when Shouyou snakes a hand down the front of your body and presses two fingers to your swollen clit. He uses his other hand to guide the tip of Tobio's cock to your entrance, and then he whispers again.

"Is that a yes?"

You moan and nod, pulling your lips just far enough from Tobio's to whine his name.

"Yes, please, Shou," you say, groaning when he starts to help you sink down on him. "Oh, god-"

Shouyou whispers praise into your ear over and over again, until the moment your thighs press down onto Tobio's and you're fully seated on him. And then he slides forward, pushing his chest against your back and speaking to Tobio over your shoulder.

"Tobio," he murmurs, moving his fingers from your clit up to the base of Tobio's throat. "Look at me."

Kageyama whines, panting and swearing and gripping your waist tight while you grind down on him. "Fuck, fuck, I-"

"Tobio," Shouyou tries again, gripping his chin. Dark blue eyes find him, glazed over and half-crossed. "Can you handle more?"

"Mo-huh?" He lifts his head, trying to examine what Shouyou's doing, but it slams back down into the pillow when you start to bounce gently in his lap. Shouyou moves you forward in his lap just enough that he can lift and spread Tobio's thighs, and then his own underwear is down around his thighs.

"Can you handle more, Tobio?" he says, distracted by the press of his own cock against Kageyama's entrance. Tobio gasps loudly when he feels him, and Shouyou watches his fingers spasm on your waist.

"Y-Yes," his voice calls from just past you, thick and needy. "Please. Please-"

"I got you," Shouyou coos, dragging his nails across Tobio's skin. "I got you. Just focus on her."

He waits until Kageyama's completely distracted by you, all moaning and wandering fingers and whispered words, and then he pushes slowly into him. Careful and slow, until the moment Shouyou's chest is flush to your skin and his cock is seated fully inside of his best friend.

You gasp quietly, drawing Shouyou's attention. "Shou, he's-I-" Shouyou glances down at you, checks your blissful expression, but you just smile hazily up at him. "He's close," you whisper. "I'm close."

When he looks down at Tobio, he finds a tear-stricken face and eyes that are staring desperately up at him.

"Please," Tobio whispers, another tear rolling down to his temple and soaking the pillow.

Shouyou wraps an arm around your waist, holding you close and forcing your hips to move with the same gentle rhythm that his do. He almost doesn't notice the moment your lips find his, because it's less of a kiss and more of both of you panting into each other's mouths while feeling the way Tobio's body reacts to the sight.

It's all too easy to get Tobio to the cliff, to the knife's edge where he barely has time to pant your name — a warning, whiny and high — before he's spilling into you, his body locking up and twitching while he cries. Shouyou gets you there next, just as easily, with no more than two fingers shoved in your mouth and the words 'your turn' rasped into your ear.

He doesn't come. He doesn't need to. Tobio's already dead asleep, and you're barely hanging on, so Shouyou's switch into aftercare mode is quick and easy. He cleans you up in between sleepy kisses, and you help him get Tobio's underwear back on. And then he wraps you both up in the comforter, perfectly content with letting you sleep while he finishes himself off in the shower.

But your hand is wrapping tight around his wrist just as he's leaving. He's dragged back into bed with you, careful not to jostle Tobio too much as he crashes down into the mattress beside you.

"Come here," you whisper, eyes hazy and half-open. Shouyou doesn't stop you when you slide your hand into his underwear, fingers curled gently around his still-hard cock. "Did you think I didn't notice?"

He kisses you, barely managing to keep his moan quiet when you work your wrist perfectly. "Wasn't a big deal," he mumbles against your lips. "You're tired."

"'s a big deal to me," you breathe, getting him closer with every moment that passes. "I took the quiz, too. Did I mention that?"

Shouyou's barely focusing. He can feel his heartbeat in his ears and he has no clue what point you're trying to make. "Yeah?" he says hazily. "What'd you get…?"

You smile against his lips, wide and pleased.

"Acts of service."

And then your head ducks down and disappears under the blanket, and Shouyou has to wonder just how much trouble he's in with you and Tobio.

[lovelyknox]

I need her to stop writing and creating my new obsessions

[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.”

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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.”

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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 waistband of his jeans to pull him a little closer. 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 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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[kora-kiroshi]

Art from to00fu! ✦.cw : stalking, toxic dynamics, sex

Pathetic frat-boy!Sukuna seeing you for the first time at that trashy frat party. His eyes are locked on you from across the room, his knuckles white as he grips his red solo cup, completely losing his mind the second he clocks you.

Pathetic frat-boy!Sukuna walking up to you with that cocky, arrogant smirk that usually works every damn time. He tries to pressure you into going upstairs to his room right then and there, but you hit him with such an ice-cold, disgusted look that his ego practically shatters. You just turn your back on him, leaving him standing there looking like a fucking clown.

Pathetic frat-boy!Sukuna trying to save face by circling back with a fresh drink for you, but you don’t even spare him a glance. You step around him like he’s just another piece of trash in the hallway, and he’s left feeling like a total loser, watching your back as you walk away.

Pathetic frat-boy!Sukuna spending the rest of the night pretending to listen to his bros bragging about football, but in reality, he’s tracking your every move. He doesn’t even realize how much of a creep he looks, neck craned awkwardly just to keep you in sight.

Pathetic frat-boy!Sukuna watching you laugh at some other guy’s joke. A sick, stinging envy curls in his chest, making him want to howl.

Pathetic frat-boy!Sukuna waking up the next morning with a pounding head, but he doesn't give a shit about the hangover. You’re the only thing consuming his thoughts.

Pathetic frat-boy!Sukuna grilling everyone on campus—from RAs to terrified freshmen—until he finds out your major and what classes you like, typing every detail into the Notes app like a total stalker.

Pathetic frat-boy!Sukuna digging up your socials in one night, scouring your TikTok likes to see what kind of guys you’re into. When he finds a video of some guy who is his total opposite, he lets out a pathetic, guttural groan and buries his face in his pillow.

Pathetic frat-boy!Sukuna liking every single one of your posts, praying you’ll notice his pathetic efforts and follow him back. When you don't, he just ends up getting blackout drunk with Toji again.

Pathetic frat-boy!Sukuna trying a new approach by kissing up to your friends to get any scrap of info on you. He grumbles under his breath—mentally sulking like a kicked puppy—when you spot his desperate attempts and shoo him away. He drops his head and slinks off, feeling like a beaten dog.

Pathetic frat-boy!Sukuna refusing to give up, finally changing his entire class schedule just so he can sit next to you. Now, he gets to stare at you every single day.

Pathetic frat-boy!Sukuna haunting you twelve hours a day. He’s in the library, the dining hall, outside your dorm. He notices your eye twitching, the way you keep looking over your shoulder, growing more and more paranoid. But he can’t stop. He’s fucking obsessed.

Pathetic frat-boy!Sukuna sitting in his room at night, jerking off to your photos. His hand tightens around his cock to the rhythm of his ragged breathing, his lips silently forming your name, terrified to actually say it out loud.

Pathetic frat-boy!Sukuna overhauling his wardrobe to match the aesthetic of the guys you post on TikTok, desperate for a shred of your attention.

Pathetic frat-boy!Sukuna refusing to quit. At the next party, he approaches you again, fully expecting to get shut down. He cracks a stupid, nervous joke, and then—you smile. His heart skips a beat, and he breaks into an idiotic, lovesick grin.

Pathetic frat-boy!Sukuna feeling his jeans grow painfully tight when you casually take a drag of his cigarette, your lips brushing against his fingers.

Pathetic frat-boy!Sukuna blushing to the tips of his ears when you’re wasted and press into him for warmth by the bonfire. He’s too scared to even put an arm around you, so he just stands there, stiff as a board, inhaling the scent of your hair and praying this moment lasts forever.

Pathetic frat-boy!Sukuna trying to play the gentleman while walking you to your dorm. He keeps his hand on your waist, but his fingers are burning with the urge to slip lower, to the panties he’s dying to pull off. He holds back because you’re drunk, and he wants you to remember him as something more than just another horny prick.

Pathetic frat-boy!Sukuna falling asleep with a massive, dopey smile on his face after seeing that you finally followed him back on everything.

Pathetic frat-boy!Sukuna getting off to your simple text, "You were sweet," his cock throbbing in his hand as he texts back, "Did you like it?" When you send a drunk voice note whining about how much you love it when he acts like a pathetic simp for you, he cums so hard his body jerks off the bed.

Pathetic frat-boy!Sukuna stalking you across campus the next day. When you finally reach out and touch his shoulder, he craves nothing more than for you to never let go.

Pathetic frat-boy!Sukuna becoming your personal pack mule, carrying your books, waiting outside every single one of your classes to walk you home. You smile at him, and his entire world starts and ends with you.

Pathetic frat-boy!Sukuna barely holding it together when you send him spicy photos. His hand goes straight to his pants, but he forces himself to reply with something witty, even though his skin is crawling with the need to rip your clothes off and pin you to the wall.

Pathetic frat-boy!Sukuna sending you a video of him jerking off and whining for you when you ask for proof. When you reply with a photo of your dripping pussy, he drowns his phone screen in his own cum.

Pathetic frat-boy!Sukuna refusing to leave your side at the next frat party. His eyes are practically begging you to stay when you mention wanting to talk to your friends. (His bros roast him for it. He couldn't care less.)

Pathetic frat-boy!Sukuna feeling his heart soar when you lean into his ear and whisper that you want to fuck. His breath hitches and his hands shake with pure anticipation as he drags you to his room, already picturing you beneath him.

Pathetic frat-boy!Sukuna waiting for your permission, hovering over you, tugging at the hem of your shirt. He’s breathing hard, inhaling your scent, terrified of messing up. The second you nod, he’s tearing your clothes off.

Pathetic frat-boy!Sukuna worshipping your pussy, licking you with pure, feral reverence. His cock is so hard he’s ready to blow his load just from the sound of your first moan.

Pathetic frat-boy!Sukuna damn near coming the second he slides inside you. His eyes roll back, his hips moving on instinct. He hears your scream, and it drives him faster, deeper, his nails digging into your back.

Pathetic frat-boy!Sukuna begging you to let him go faster, his voice cracking as you scratch his back in time with his rough thrusts. He’s pounding into you so hard the bed frame is practically screaming against the wall.

Pathetic frat-boy!Sukuna bending you over, lips pressed against your ear as he whines about how long he’s wanted you, how he’s obsessed over you every single night. His voice trembles as he asks if he’s doing it right, if you like the way he’s fucking you, scared to death that you’ll tell him to stop.

Pathetic frat-boy!Sukuna letting out a quiet, wrecked moan when you squeeze his cock too tight, his hips bucking into your hands, desperate for release.

Pathetic frat-boy!Sukuna finishing with a loud, guttural groan, spilling himself deep inside you. He watches you, broken and satisfied, before collapsing on top of you, gasping for air.

Pathetic frat-boy!Sukuna holding you tight afterward, arms wrapped around you so you can’t leave. He pretends to be asleep, terrified that if he opens his eyes, you’ll have disappeared.

Pathetic frat-boy!Sukuna grinning like the biggest simp on earth when you kiss him in the morning, leaving your panties on his pillow with a promise that you’ll do it again. He grabs your hips, begging you not to go, his eyes shining with pure, unadulterated hope.

Pathetic frat-boy!Sukuna, who is obviously going to ask you on a date tomorrow and spend the entire time begging you to let him bury his face back between your thighs and lick your dripping pussy until you’re coming all over his face.

Do not repost, copy, plagiarize, translate, or feed my work into AI in any form!)

[lovelyknox]

We need more pathetic men

[kosmogrl]

[tays-writing]

top 5 camboy!nerdjo phrases:

1. "I'll whimper and beg and cum all over myself every time you want, just let me have something"

2. "I wanted to beg you to keep going (...) I would've let you ride me right there in that hallway"

3. "I'll be your good boy. I'll hold it as long as you want"

4. "I want to stay like this for you. Needy and desperate and saying stupid shit because I can't think straight when it's about you"

5. "Every time you looked at me I wanted to crawl under the table and beg"

that's all. thank you!

[tays-writing]

!nerdjo x reader | part 7

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!

cr: 3vangel1ne_ on X

By Thursday afternoon, the campus had already slipped back into its familiar rhythm. Inside the café, students drifted in and out between classes, backpacks slung lazily over one shoulder, coffee cups balanced precariously in their hands as they hurried to their next destination. Laughter echoed through the room while the sharp hiss of the milk steamer rose from behind the counter. 

None of it reached you.

Your notebook lay open in front of you, the same page untouched for the past ten minutes. The coffee you’d bought had long gone cold.

It had only been a few days since everything that happened at your apartment, and your brain still hadn’t fully caught up.

A few weeks ago, your biggest worry had been trying to steal glances at him without getting caught. He always sat in the same seat — impossibly tall even when slouched over his notebook, white hair catching the sunlight streaming through the lecture hall windows. He listened to every lecture with an almost embarrassing amount of focus, occasionally pushing his glasses back up the bridge of his nose when they slipped.

Now…

Well. Life had taken a very strange turn.

Your fingers traced the edge of the paper cup absentmindedly as a small smile tugged at the corner of your lips.

He used to borrow your notes. It still sounded ridiculous.

Satoru Gojo — arguably the smartest person in any room he entered — would lean over after class with pink ears and that adorably hesitant smile.

“Could I borrow yours?”

At the time, you’d assumed he’d actually missed something. Or that your handwriting was just easier to read.

Now? You almost laughed. There was no universe in which Satoru Gojo genuinely needed your notes. He had just been looking for an excuse.

"...Idiot" you muttered

Though honestly, you weren’t sure if you were talking about him or yourself.

Your thoughts drifted again, unbidden, back to that hallway at Choso’s party. To the way you’d walked away convinced you had ruined any chance of things ever being normal again. To the guilt that had eaten you alive the next day… only to find out he had been unraveling just as badly.

You still didn’t know what to do with that information.

Or maybe you did — with a dark, warm certainty that settled low in your stomach.

Your mind betrayed you once more, replaying the image you’d been trying—and failing—not to revisit.

Satoru sitting in that chair. Head tipped inward. Glasses slipping down his nose. Looking up at you with those impossibly blue eyes, waiting for permission before doing something as simple as moving his own hand.

You swallowed.

You had spent days wondering what kind of woman could reduce someone so smart and composed into a hopeless, whimpering mess.

Turns out… it had been you all along.

Your mind immediately went back to it. That night in your room. You were there again, vividly—the way you had spread your legs on your own bed, handed him the dildo, and told him to show you exactly what he wanted to do to you. You could still feel the phantom weight of him between your thighs, the broken, jagged sounds he made while fucking you with it, his eyes locked on yours the entire time, glasses fogged up, face face flushed with a mix of shame and raw lust.

You remembered the way he had desperately moaned when you finally gave him permission to touch himself, how hard he came while staring at you with such reverent, shattered worship, and the quiet, hiccuping sobs that followed once he was spent. The memory of the look on his face when you finally opened the door and sent him home—dazed, hollowed out—sent a fresh wave of heat pulsing through your body.

You’d seen a side of him no one else had. The one who looked at you like every word out of your mouth was worth obeying. The one who blushed so beautifully. The one who tried so hard to be good for you.

You couldn’t stop wondering what would happen the next time someone leaned over his desk after class. The next time some girl smiled at him. The next time someone called his name with that same sugary sweetness you’d heard a hundred times before. 

None of them had ever seen him falling apart beneath a single whispered command. None of them knew how desperately he tried to please you.

And, for reasons you weren’t quite ready to examine… You didn’t want anyone else to.

That thought lingered a little longer than it should have.

Shit.

Maybe that was the problem.

You’d walked into his apartment that night fully convinced you were the one about to ruin him, eager to finally confront him about that secret porn channel he’d dedicated to you. You’d wanted to watch him squirm, to see him realize he’d been caught in his own web of obsession.

Now you weren’t so sure who’d gotten the worse end of the deal.

“You’re gonna burn that page if you keep staring at it.”

Shoko’s voice cut cleanly through your thoughts. You flinched, the sharp edges of your reality snapping back into focus. 

You blinked and finally looked up as she slid into the chair across from you. She looked effortlessly cool, condensation from her iced coffee dripping onto the table, that signature knowing grin already stretching across her face.

“I guess pretty eyes has you zoning out again,” she said, her voice dropping into a playful, teasing tone.

“Maybe” you muttered, your voice raspy. You took a long, calculated sip of your now lukewarm coffee, using it as a shield to avoid her piercing gaze. You could feel the heat rising in your cheeks—not from the coffee, but from the vivid memory you’d just been replaying. 

“Oh, that’s bad.” 

“…What?”

“You said maybe,” Shoko pointed out, clearly delighted. She leaned forward, resting her chin on her hand. “A week ago, you would’ve denied it in 0.2 seconds, probably with a whole lecture about academic focus.” 

You rolled your eyes, desperately trying to regain your composure, but a small, reluctant smile tugged at your lips. 

“I hate you.”

Shoko snorted and leaned back in her chair, studying you with open amusement, her gaze sharp, analyzing the way you were fidgeting with your cup. “…So?” 

“So?” you echoed, already knowing where this was going.

“Are you gonna tell me what happened after you practically ran from Choso’s party following that hallway situation?” She tilted her head, her expression softening into mock-seriousness. “Or am I supposed to keep surviving on breadcrumbs for the rest of the semester?” 

You looked away, tracing the rim of your cup with your thumb. The memory of Satoru’s wrecked face—glasses fogged, lips swollen, cum staining his hoodie—flashed behind your eyelids like a neon sign.

“We talked,” you said eventually

“Mhm.”

“And… some things happened.”

“Some things” Shoko repeated slowly, tasting the words. She took a slow sip of her drink, watching you over the rim of the cup. “Interesting choice of words for someone who usually has a descriptive analysis for everything.” 

“I’m not elaborating.”

“You don’t have to,” she said, though her grin made it clear she was dying for details. She stirred her iced coffee absentmindedly “I’ve seen the way he looks at you, though. It’s written all over him.” 

You frowned. “You met him twice.”

“Don’t need much more than that. It took me approximately thirty seconds to realize he would’ve folded like wet paper if you’d asked him to bark.”

You nearly choked on your coffee. Shoko just laughed softly, clearly enjoying your reaction.

“I’ll admit…” she continued, her voice dropping “I didn’t exactly picture you being the one calling the shots”

You raised an eyebrow.

“You thought I’d be the one getting bossed around?”

“…No. But I also didn’t expect him to hand you the leash on a silver platter with a little bow on it.”

A surprised laugh escaped you before you could stop it.

“Neither did I” you admitted, shaking your head.

Shoko glanced down at her phone, then back at you with a mischievous glint.

“Oh, by the way. Suguru’s having people over tonight.”

You paused. You’d heard the name before—just some guy Shoko had been taking a class with lately. She’d mentioned him in passing once or twice, though you’d never bothered to pay much attention to the details. 

“He said I could invite you.” she added, tapping the screen. 

“I think I’ll pass” you said.

Shoko smiled, slow and dangerous.

“No, you won’t.”

“…Why are you so sure?”

“Because pretty eyes is gonna be there. He’s friends with Suguru.”

You froze for half a second. You hadn't known that. The new information clicked into place, shifting the dynamics of your evening instantly. The anticipation hit you with a cold, sharp thrill.

“So… wear something cute” she added

“I’m not dressing up for him.”

“Mhm.”

“I’m serious.”

“Sure you are,”  Shoko said, dismissive. She leaned forward, smirking “Just don’t make the poor guy cry in someone else’s house.” 

—

Back in your apartment, the silence felt almost suspicious after the constant, buzzing chatter of the campus café. Your bag lay abandoned on the couch, one boot discarded near the bedroom door after you’d kicked it off without thinking. You settled into your desk chair, laptop already open. 

Almost instinctively, you opened the shared document:

Draft - Chemistry Project / Vancomycin Resistance

The cursor blinked, mocking you for a heartbeat before it moved—a sudden, frantic shift in the discussion section. You stared. He was online.

You watched, mesmerized, as Satoru smoothed out a clunky sentence, fixed a typo, and added a citation with effortless precision. Of course he was working on it on a Friday afternoon.

Your lips curved into a slow, satisfied smile.

Nerd.

You skimmed his edits. He had formatted the references with almost mathematical obsession and left a small, tentative comment beside one paragraph:

Not sure if this explanation is clear enough. Feel free to rewrite it!

You snorted softly. It was perfectly clear.

Still…

You scanned the text, searching for the smallest, most insignificant thing you could change. You found it: a misplaced comma and a slightly awkward word choice. You fixed both, savoring the tiny thrill of editing his perfection.

After saving the document, you hesitated for a second before typing a single comment beneath his:

Now it's perfect.

You laughed as you imagined him reading it. You could practically see him adjusting his glasses, his brow furrowed as he frantically searched for the "mistakes" he’d made.

Closing the laptop, you stretched, the tension in your shoulders finally easing, and wandered toward the bathroom.

Thirty minutes later, the apartment had grown darker, the late afternoon light replaced by cool evening shadows. You stood in front of your closet, telling yourself this wasn’t a big deal. Yet you still reached for your denim skirt and the soft off-the-shoulder blue top that left your collarbones exposed.

You pulled on your knee-high boots, the leather snug against your calves. Catching your reflection in the mirror, the familiar traitorous thought slipped in: Would he…

You rolled your eyes at yourself and shook the thought away.

You’re not dressing up for him.

You reached for your perfume anyway, pressing the cool mist against your wrists.

“…Whatever” you whispered to the empty room.

Your phone buzzed on the bed.

Shoko: Leaving in ten.

You grabbed your bag, slipped your phone inside, took one last look around the apartment, and turned off the lights.

—

The music could already be heard from the hallway, soft and low, more background than anything else. You and Shoko stopped in front of the door, and she knocked twice.

Suguru opened it almost immediately. His eyes lit up when he saw her first.

“There you are,” he said with a warm, easy smile, pulling her into a quick hug. “Took you long enough.”

Shoko laughed and stepped inside. “Traffic was annoying.”

Only then did Suguru’s gaze shift to you. He paused for half a second, studying you with quiet curiosity.

“You must be the chemistry partner,” he said, tone light and friendly. “Nice to finally meet you.”

Chemistry partner. Satoru had clearly talked about you. The realization sent a warm, dangerous flutter through your stomach.

“You too” you replied, offering him a small smile.

“Come in,” he said, stepping aside. He handed you a cold beer without asking, the gesture casual. “Help yourselves to whatever’s in the kitchen. We’re just chilling for now.”

As he walked away, you took a sip of your beer, your eyes scanning the room instinctively. 

You found him on the couch. And, of course, the blonde girl from your chemistry class had already claimed the spot right beside him, her body angled toward his with irritating confidence.

Seriously? Again?

Satoru was mid-sentence when his gaze lifted and found you across the room. His eyes widened slightly. For a moment, whatever the girl had been saying died in the air between them. 

You took him in with one quick look: a clean white t-shirt under an open light-blue shirt, black trousers, and those familiar dark glasses perched perfectly in place. 

The blonde followed his line of sight. The moment she saw you, her expression shifted. It was a micro-interaction—No eye roll, no sneer. Just a slow, tight smile that flickered and faded the moment she realized who he was looking at. A silent, instinctive understanding.

She tried again, her voice slightly clipped. “Satoru?”

He didn’t respond. He didn't even blink.

So she made her move. It was natural, social, and perfectly acceptable—a hand resting lightly on his knee. A gesture meant to bridge the gap and drag him back to her reality.

“Toru… you heard me?” she asked, sweeter this time.

He blinked, finally tearing his eyes away from you. He looked slightly dazed, like he had to manually drag himself back to the conversation.

You took another sip of your beer, trying to ignore the sharp urge to walk over and remove her hand yourself.

Choso’s voice pulled you out of your thoughts. He approached with an easy grin, beer bottle dangling from his fingers.

"There she is"

“Hey,” you greeted, relaxing a little. “You know Suguru?”

“Yeah. Mutual friends.”

His eyes flicked toward the couch where Satoru was sitting, then back to you.

“You ever made it to his room?” he asked quietly.

You looked at him over the rim of your bottle. “Mmh.”

One corner of his mouth lifted in a knowing smirk. “Got it. I’m not Shoko — I’m not gonna interrogate you.”

“Thank you.”

Before you could say anything else, Shoko appeared and grabbed your arm, guiding you and Choso toward the empty space directly across from Satoru’s couch. The shift in the room was immediate.

Satoru’s head snapped up. His lips curved into a small, genuine smile.

You returned a faint one, but your eyes immediately dropped to the girl’s hand still resting on his knee.

Why the hell won’t she move it?

The conversation around you flowed with laughter and music, everyone talking about classes and exams. But everything felt secondary to the tension stretching between you and Satoru. Shoko was clearly entertained, watching the whole thing like free drama.

The girl, realizing she had lost his attention completely, tried to pull him back. “Satoru, you disappeared from the party that night. I never got the chance to ask where—”

“He was busy.” you cut in, your voice sharp and calm.

Satoru choked on his drink, coughing as his face flushed a deep pink.

The girl stiffened, her smile turning into a brittle mask of confusion and offense, clearly trying to figure out exactly who the hell you were to speak for him. Beside you, Shoko let out a surprised laugh, covering her mouth with the back of her hand. 

Before the silence could get too awkward, Suguru appeared from the kitchen, clapping his hands once.

“Alright, everyone,” he announced, eyes  darting between you and Satoru with clear amusement “Who’s up for a game? Truth or Dare sounds fun tonight.”

—

The game started innocently enough. A loose circle had formed in the living room — some people on the couches, others sitting on the floor with drinks in hand. 

Choso went first.

“Truth” he said, leaning back with a lazy grin.

Suguru asked something harmless about his worst date. Choso answered with brutal honesty, making the whole group burst into laughter.

Shoko was next. She picked Dare, of course. Suguru made her text her most recent ex something ridiculous. She did it without hesitation, adding her signature acidic commentary that had everyone cracking up.

Suguru was clearly enjoying steering the game. There was a glint in his eye every time he asked a question or gave a dare.

You stayed mostly quiet, observing.

Satoru was the most timid of the group. He kept picking Truth, answering in short, shy sentences, cheeks pink every time someone teased him.

“Crystal,” Suguru said, looking at the blonde girl. “Truth or Dare?”

“Dare” she answered confidently, smiling brightly.

Crystal. So that was her name. You’d never cared enough to learn it before. 

“Sit on someone’s lap”

Crystal didn’t hesitate. She stood up gracefully and lowered herself onto Satoru’s lap, settling comfortably as if she belonged there. Her arm draped casually over his shoulder, body pressed against his chest.

Satoru froze.

You watched from across the circle, jaw tight.

Crystal laughed softly and leaned in to whisper something in his ear. Her hand rested on his arm, then slid to his shoulder, and briefly across his chest.

You hated every second of it.

Satoru was visibly tense. His back was rigid, hands hovering awkwardly like he didn’t know where to put them. He answered her in monosyllables, his eyes flicking toward you every few seconds — searching, almost apologetic.

It helped a little. But not enough.

Because her hand was still on him. Her body was still pressed against his. And you had to sit there and watch.

Shoko noticed everything. She didn’t say a word, but you could feel her gaze shifting between you, Crystal, and Suguru. You could practically hear her thinking: This is going to end badly.

Then your turn came.

Suguru looked at you, that dangerous little smile playing on his lips.

“Truth or Dare?”

You didn’t hesitate.

“Dare.”

Suguru’s smile widened.

“Pick one person. The two of you have to stay locked inside a room for fifteen minutes.”

A chorus of cheers and whistles erupted around the room. Someone wolf-whistled loudly. Shoko let out a laugh into her beer, already shaking her head in amusement. Suguru leaned back, looking far too pleased with himself.

You rose to your feet, your gaze locking onto Satoru. He was already looking at you.

“Satoru.”

A beat of heavy silence fell over the circle. Crystal blinked, her smile faltering completely for the first time that night.

Satoru swallowed hard. He gently helped her off his lap and stood up, a nervous expression on his face.

Without another glance at anyone else, you turned toward the hallway. A second later, you heard his footsteps following behind you.

The noise of the living room faded behind you as you walked down the dimly lit corridor, your boots clicking against the wooden floor. Satoru’s longer strides caught up quickly, though he kept a careful distance.

Suguru had locked the door behind you with a dramatic click and shouted “Fifteen minutes, lovebirds! No cheating!” followed by laughter from the group. 

Now it was just the two of you in a small guest bedroom that smelled faintly of laundry and someone’s cologne.

You walked over to the dresser on the left and turned to face him.

Satoru stood near the door, hands shoved deep into his pockets, white hair messy under the warm lamp light. He looked tall and awkward and unfairly beautiful, like he didn’t quite know what to do with his own body in this small, intimate space.

“So…” he started, voice softer than usual, almost shy. “Fifteen minutes.”

“Yeah you replied leaning back against the dresser, trying to appear calmer than you felt. “Fifteen minutes.”

He shifted his weight from one foot to the other. The silence stretched between you, thick with anticipation. Finally, he spoke again.

“I didn’t think you’d pick me,” he admitted, eyes flicking to the floor before returning to yours. “I thought maybe… I don’t know. Someone else.”

“Why? Are you upset you had to get up from where you were sitting comfortably with Crystal?” The name left a bitter taste on your tongue. “That is her name, isn't it?”

He winced. “What? N-no—I mean, she's nice, but—”

“I'm sure she is,” you cut him off, jealousy flaring in your chest. “You let her sit on your lap.”

The image flashed in your mind again — her perched on him, laughing, while he looked uncomfortable but didn’t push her away. Even though you knew it meant nothing to him, it still stung.

“It’s— It’s not like that,” he rushed out, eyes wide with urgency. “She just sat without asking and I didn’t know how to say no without being rude.”

God, he’s so cute when he panics like this.

You pushed off the dresser and stepped closer, holding his gaze. Satoru’s breath hitched audibly. His ears turned pink, the flush quickly spreading across his sharp cheekbones.

“I’ll be so good. I’ll do anything you want”

The words from one of his videos echoed in your mind, sending a fresh wave of heat through your body.

“Sit on the bed” you ordered.

He obeyed instantly, walking to the mattress and lowering his tall frame onto the edge. The bed dipped under his weight. You followed, climbing onto his lap and straddling him without hesitation.

Satoru’s eyes widened, a sharp inhale escaping him as your thighs settled on either side of his hips. You could already feel him starting to harden beneath you, the growing bulge pressing against your core through his jeans.

Heat flooded your body at the contact.

“Would you prefer her sitting on you like this?” you asked

“N-no, please” he breathed

“Mmmh.” You hummed softly, a teasing smile tugging at your lips. “Do you like my outfit, Satoru?”

Of course you had dressed for him tonight, even if you’d pretended not to.

He swallowed hard, Adam’s apple bobbing visibly. “Y-Yeah… You look… beautiful,” he said, voice hoarse. “You always do.”

Your chest tightened with a confusing mix of affection and lingering jealousy.

“What do you like?” you pressed, leaning in closer.

“Your—” His breath hitched as you pressed a slow, open-mouthed kiss to the side of his neck. You felt his pulse jump wildly under your lips. “Your collarbone.. it’s exposed. I like it.”

His hands remained obediently at his sides, fingers gripping the sheets tightly. The sight of his restraint made something dark and satisfied bloom inside you.

“Touch it” you whispered.

“What?”

“Touch it” you repeated, taking one of his large hands and guiding it to your neck, then slowly dragging it lower. His palm was warm against your skin.

He swallowed again, struggling to keep his breathing steady.

“And what else?” you asked, guiding his hand further until it rested on the swell of your breast.

“Your… tits,” he admitted, voice cracking. “They look so pretty.”

You smirked and pressed his hand more firmly against you. Satoru let out a soft, broken sound, dropping his head forward to bury it in the crook of your neck. His breath came hot and shaky against your skin.

“Look at me, Satoru.”

He lifted his head. His eyes were dazed, glassy with arousal.

You shifted on his lap, your short skirt riding up higher and exposing more of your thighs. “And my skirt?”

His gaze dropped immediately, drinking in the sight of your thighs spread over him, the tiny skirt bunched up around your hips, and the obvious, thick bulge straining against his jeans. He was fully hard now, throbbing beneath you.

“I like it so much…” he whispered.

You took his other hand and guided it between your legs, pressing his fingers against the soaked fabric of your panties.

Satoru whimpered — a raw, needy sound — and his hips jerked up instinctively against you.

“Ahh—fuck…” he gasped, voice breaking as his fingers felt how wet you were. “You’re soaked.”

The jealousy from earlier still simmered under your skin, now mixing with raw, overwhelming desire. You rocked your hips slowly against his hand, letting him feel every bit of your heat while you leaned in close to his ear.

“Remember when I said we’d take this slow and you’d be rewarded?” you whispered, lips brushing his skin.

He nodded frantically, lips parted, breathing ragged.

You reached down between your bodies and palmed his hard length through his jeans. The moment you slowly unzipped him, his cock sprang free — heavy, flushed, and leaking at the tip. The sight made your mouth water.

You wrapped your fingers around him, giving one slow, teasing stroke. Before he could even process that you were finally touching him, you lifted your hips and positioned his throbbing cock right against your soaked panties.

“Ah—fuck, please” he begged, voice loud and desperate.

“Be a good boy and don’t cum, yeah?” you murmured against his lips.

Satoru moaned loudly, head falling back as his hips twitched beneath you, fighting hard to obey.

You kept your hand wrapped around his thick length for a moment longer, savoring how it pulsed hot and heavy in your palm. Then you lifted your hips just enough to drag the swollen head of his cock along your drenched panties.

The first slide was devastating.

His cock was burning hot; the thick head nudged against your clit through the thin fabric, parting your folds slightly and sending sparks of pleasure shooting up your spine.

“Ahh—fuck!” Satoru choked out, the sound raw and broken. “You’re so wet—I can’t”

“Look at me” you ordered, voice husky.

Satoru forced his eyes open. His pupils were blown wide, lashes fluttering. His cheeks were flushed dark red, lips shiny and parted as he panted. He already looked completely ruined, and you’d barely started.

You rocked your hips faster, pressing your soaked core harder against his throbbing cock. The way it slid between your folds — even through your panties — felt sinful. His thickness spread you open with every pass, the head nudging insistently against your entrance before sliding back up to torture your clit again.

Satoru’s hands fisted the sheets so tightly his knuckles turned white. His hips jerked up involuntarily, chasing the heat of your pussy.

“I—I can’t… you feel too good,” he whimpered, voice cracking beautifully. “I’m trying— fuck, I’m trying to be good—ahhn—”

You bit your lip, drunk on the desperate sounds he was making. Then you reached down, hooked your panties to the side with two fingers, and slowly nestled the bare, leaking head of his cock against your dripping folds.

Skin to skin for the first time.

The moment his hot, velvety cock pressed directly against your slick pussy, both of you moaned. The sensation was overwhelming. There was no fabric left between you — just the burning heat of his throbbing length sliding between your wet folds, coating him in your arousal.

“Oh my god—” Satoru gasped, eyes rolling back. His cock twitched violently against you, a thick bead of precum smearing across your clit. “It’s so warm… fuck— I can feel you dripping on me”

You started grinding on him again, slower this time, savoring the way his thick shaft slid perfectly between your folds. The swollen head bumped your clit with every upward stroke while the veiny underside dragged along your entrance, teasing you both mercilessly. The wet, obscene sounds filled the room — slick schlick-schlick-schlick with every roll of your hips, your arousal making everything deliciously messy.

Satoru was trembling beneath you, thighs shaking, breathing in short, desperate gasps. Sweat beaded on his collarbones. His cock was so hard it looked painful, flushed dark and twitching every time you slid over him.

“Be good, Toru” you moaned, voice breathy. “Ahh— fuck… Don’t cum.”

A broken sob escaped his throat. “Y-yes— I’ll be good, I promise…”

You kept grinding on him, slow and deliberate, letting his bare cock slide between your slick folds. Satoru was falling apart underneath you, whimpering shamelessly with every pass. “Ah— ah— ah—”

“God… you have no idea how much I want your cock inside my tight pussy” you moaned.

Satoru let out another broken sob, hips jerking helplessly beneath you.

“I’m trying to punish you,” you panted, pressing down harder so his thick head caught against your entrance again and again without ever slipping inside, “but with every second I’m closer to just sinking down on you.”

His whole body trembled violently. You looked down between your bodies, watching his massive length slide through your glistening folds.

“Fucking biggest thing I’ve seen in my life…” you moaned, grinding faster, “and all I want is to bounce on it.”

Satoru cried out, head falling back, eyes glassy with desperation. His cock pulsed wildly, leaking nonstop all over your pussy as he fought not to cum.

“Fuck— please— don’t say that—” he whimpered, voice cracking. “I’m already losing my mind…”

He looked like he was in pain. Thighs shaking, veins standing out on his neck as he struggled with everything he had not to thrust up and bury himself inside you.

Satoru cried out, head falling back again, eyes glassy with desperation. His cock was pulsing wildly, leaking. 

“Good,” you whispered, leaning down to bite his neck. “Suffer for me, Satoru. This is what you get for letting another girl sit on your lap.”

Satoru was nearly sobbing now, whimpering pathetically with every roll of your hips.

“You’re mine, Toru,” you panted, fingers digging into his shoulders. “Not Crystal’s. Not anyone else’s.”

“I’m yours— I’m yours— please—”

You could feel your own orgasm building — that tight, hot coil in your lower belly winding tighter with every wet slide. His cock was so hot, so hard, the veins dragging perfectly against your sensitive folds while his precum mixed with your slick, making everything obscenely slippery.

But he was getting too loud.

You reached down and yanked your top down in one smooth motion, freeing your breasts.

“Shut up, Toru,” you hissed, voice husky with pleasure. “They’re gonna hear you. Be a good boy and keep your mouth occupied.”

Satoru’s eyes widened with raw hunger. Without hesitation, he took off his glasses and tossed them onto the bed, then surged forward and latched onto your right breast. He sucked it into his hot, wet mouth like a man starved, his big hands gripping your waist.

“Fuck— yes…” you moaned softly, threading your fingers through his white hair and pulling him closer.

He whimpered loudly against your tit, the vibration shooting straight to your clit. He sucked harder, tongue swirling around your stiff nipple, alternating between sucking and licking as he lost himself completely in you. His moans turned muffled — wet, desperate sounds vibrating against your skin.

You started grinding faster, more desperately.

“That’s it… just like that,” you panted. “Feel how wet I am for you? My pussy’s dripping all over your cock, Toru.”

Satoru moaned pitifully into your breast, sucking harder as his hips jerked up to meet your movements. His cock twitched violently between your folds, clearly on the edge, but he fought it with everything he had.

“Ah— ah— mmph—!”

You rolled your hips in tight circles, pressing your clit firmly against the head of his cock. The pressure was perfect. Your thighs began to tremble.

“You’re being such a good boy,” you whispered, voice shaking with pleasure. “I can feel you leaking so much… you want to cum so bad, don’t you? But you’re not allowed. Not yet.”

Satoru let out a wrecked, muffled cry against your breast, sucking even harder as his body trembled violently beneath you. His hands gripped your waist tighter, fingers digging into your skin.

You were so close.

Your grinding became frantic and sloppy, your soaked pussy sliding faster along his cock. The wet sounds were obscene.

“Fuck— Satoru— I’m gonna cum” you gasped.

Your orgasm hit you like a wave.

You cried out, thighs clamping around his hips as your pussy clenched and pulsed against his bare cock. Pleasure crashed through you in powerful waves, your slick gushing over his length while you kept grinding through every pulse of ecstasy.

Satoru whimpered loudly into your breast, body shaking as he fought not to cum with you. His cock throbbed wildly between your folds, but he held back — barely.

You rode out the last aftershocks, breathing hard, still slowly grinding your sensitive pussy along his drenched cock while he continued sucking greedily on your tit.

When the pleasure finally faded, you were left panting and trembling on top of him. Satoru was still sucking gently on your breast, whimpering softly, his cock throbbing painfully between your folds, denied any release.

You looked down at him — flushed, desperate, and crying again.

You winced, remembering Shoko’s earlier words.

“Don’t cry, baby,” you whispered, voice hoarse. You cupped his face with both hands and gently pulled him off your breast. “You’ve been such a good boy. You did so well for me. I promise it’ll be worth it.”

Satoru let out a shaky, broken whimper at the praise, his blue eyes glassy and unfocused. His lips were swollen and shiny, cheeks burning red. He looked completely wrecked.

Just then, a loud knock echoed through the door.

“One minute!” Suguru called, amusement clear in his voice.

“Now we’re going back out there,” you murmured, leaning close to his ear, “and you’re going to hold it in until we get back to my place. I’m going to give you exactly what you want.”

Satoru nodded frantically. “Y-yes… I’ll hold it. I promise.”

You leaned in and kissed him deeply, slow and filthy. He moaned softly into your mouth, hands gripping your waist like he never wanted to let go.

When you finally pulled back, you climbed off his lap. Satoru stayed seated for a moment longer, breathing hard, trying to pull himself together. You fixed your top and skirt while he tucked his painfully hard, leaking cock back into his pants, wincing at the obvious bulge. He ran both hands through his messy white hair, rubbed his eyes, and put his glasses back on, attempting to look at least a little less destroyed.

As you both walked toward the door, you glanced back at him. The words spilled out before you could stop them.

“Don’t get close to Crystal again.”

Satoru nodded immediately. “I won’t” he whispered, voice still hoarse.

He didn’t argue. Didn’t ask if you were serious. 

Just… I won’t.

It should have felt like a victory. Instead, it left a dangerous thought echoing in your mind:

Since when had you started acting like you had the right?

This was... STIMULATING, to say the least

Also... not Crystal making another cameo lmao🤣 (see this one)

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!nerdjo x reader | part 6

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

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

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

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

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

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

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

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

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

Big mistake.

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

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

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

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

She knows.

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

She heard me begging.

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

She knows exactly how disgusting I am.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

His brain short-circuited.

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

She said… waste?

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

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

Inside his head, the thoughts were screaming.

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

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

You stood up slowly.

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

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

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

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

You continued, lips brushing the shell of his ear.

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

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

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

“Show me” you said quietly.

Satoru’s brain malfunctioned.

“W-what…?”

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

The room spun.

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

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

Satoru’s brain imploded.

She… subscribed?

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

It was you.

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

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

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

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

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

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

But what he found was far worse.

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

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

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

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

His hand started moving, slow and trembling.

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

“Faster.”

Satoru whimpered and obeyed instantly, his hand speeding up.

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

“Slow down.”

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

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

“Squeeze the head” you murmured.

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

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

“Faster again. Keep going.”

His hand immediately picked up speed, strokes becoming frantic.

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

His thighs were shaking now. He was dangerously close.

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

“Stop, Satoru.”

The command hit him like a bucket of ice water.

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

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

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

“Cum” you whispered against his lips.

Then you kissed him.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

But you held back. 

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

So you stayed cruel.

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

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

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

Tomorrow 6pm? For the project. My dorm.

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

Disappear.

Reappear.

Disappear again.

Nearly a minute passed before your phone buzzed.

I’ll be there

—

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

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

“Come in” you said calmly, stepping aside.

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

He looked nervous. And it was endearing. 

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

You loved how hard he was trying.

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

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

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

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

“Come with me?” you said softly.

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

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

“Close the door, Satoru” you said

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

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

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

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

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

He swallowed hard, struggling to get the words out.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You extended the dildo toward him.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You moaned softly.

“Put it in” you encouraged.

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

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

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

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

Satoru whimpered loudly, pushing the toy deeper.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

The moment you started cumming, Satoru broke.

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

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

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

You blinked, tilting your head slightly. 

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

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

“Satoru, no—I’m s—” 

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

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

Now, you were the one who was truly fucked.

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

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How's That Song Go?

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Older Cowboy!Sukuna x City Girl!Reader

Synopsis: Working as an accountant for a law firm gets exhausting quick. It doesn't help that you got promoted a few months ago with crazy workload to boot. Instead of quitting your boss lets you take the summer off. You decide to spend that summer in a small town where your best friend, Shoko, lives. You end up falling into an older cowboy's bed and when the summer is over you're not quite sure you want to leave.

OR!

Saving horses and riding cowboy's isn't the "quick summer ride" you though it'd be. Climbing out of that man's bed is a lot harder than you thought.

FYI'S: Reader is 28, Sukuna is 42 (crazy age gap I know), slightly ooc, plot with eventual porn, reader is a FLIRT and Sukuna's not as immune as he thought, heavily Americanized just for the sake of the Western aesthetic I'm used too, professional (and nonprofessional) bull riding mentioned, p in v, oral (both receiving), face-fucking, dacryphilia, slight dom!Sukuna, begging, slight subby!reader, unprotected sex (Sukuna has a vasectomy), pronebone, slight angst, happy ending!

WC: 23.6k

Chapters:

One - Hot Girl Summer❎ Western Summer✅ Two - Wrinkled Wrappers and Such Three - Wear The Hat... You Know The Rest Four - Unfamiliar Exits

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How's That Song Go?: Four

Unfamiliar Exits: Chasing after what you want is hard when your dreams have changed and you're still in denial

Wc: 2.2k

Song Rec: Home by Bruno Major

You’ve been home for a week, and miserable doesn’t even put a dent in how you feel. It’s a terrible sinking feeling, like you’re losing something you tried so hard to hold onto. You sacrificed so much to get back here, so why aren’t you happy? What is holding you back? What is it that you can’t say to yourself? You tell yourself that it’s just taking time to get used to the hustle and bustle of the city again. That’s it. You just need some time to get back into the groove of your life. Your real life. 

Except two weeks go by and you feel the exact same. For the first time ever, you’re late to work. You overslept. You. Overslept. Something you’ve never once done. Punctuality is one of your greatest features, so how the hell did you oversleep? It’s definitely not because of the way you stayed up late, swiping through pictures of you in Harbor Falls. It’s also not because you fell asleep at three in the morning with Ryomen’s picture on your screen. And it is most certainly not because visions of Ryomen found you in sleep. In sleep you were his again. You absolutely, under no circumstances, snoozed your alarm trying to find your way back to him in your dreams. Nuh uh. Certainly not you.

But the restless ache in your chest is getting harder to ignore. Week three comes around and it’s worse than ever. You’ve gotten back in the groove of work, but you find yourself daydreaming more often than ever before. Where you used to zone out thinking about what you would make for dinner, and your schedule for the upcoming week, you now zone out thinking of a very small touristy town, named Harbor Falls. A town where you slept until noon, and walked along rocky trails. A town where you lounged in the sun, secure in a certain pair of tattooed arms. A town where you fed animals and rode on horseback with Ryomen, because he never got the chance to teach you how to ride alone. You also just liked riding in front of him like that, feeling protected on all sides. 

You often looked out of the floor to ceiling windows of your office and wondered where each plane was headed. Were they make the very rare stop in that small town, dropping off another unsuspecting tourist. Someone who had no idea how that town was going to change them. And to top off this heaping pile of misery, you miss your cat. 

Your hairline fracture in your restraint is when one of your colleagues invites you out to dinner. You agree enthusiastically, because you can’t spend one more night in your partially unpacked condo, eating shitty food and feeling sorry for yourself. Only to spend the entire dinner being bored out of your mind by the most shallow people you’ve ever met. It’s nauseating the way they fill every second with meaningless chatter. You miss the inside jokes, long winded stories, and potty humor of your friends. Your real friends. 

The final break is when the weekend comes and you finally decide to unpack the rest of your boxes and suitcases. It’s been a month long pity party and you’ve sickened yourself beyond belief. You open one suitcase that was filled with kitschy western clothes. The first thing you see is Ryomen’s hat that you took from him at the rodeo. You never did give it back, and eventually he just told you to keep it. A burning rage overtakes you as you flip the suitcase, dumping all of the contents out. You follow suit with the other suitcases, before you eventually tire yourself out. 

You stare at Geto’s contact on your phone. If there’s anyone who will tell you what you need to hear it’s him. He texts you every couple of days asking how you’re doing. You always say fine, or lie about how well you’re doing since you got back. He knows you’re full of shit, but he doesn’t push. He picks up on the first ring.

“Hi…” Somehow your voice cracks on the word. Not all that surprising after you’d screamed your heart out.

“Hi. How are you?” You laugh. It’s rough and scratchy.

“That bad, huh?”

“Like you wouldn’t believe. My apartment’s a mess. We match now.” He chuckles.

“What’s on your mind, dolly girl.” Oh how you’ve missed your stupid little nickname.

“I just… I wanted to know how everyone’s doing? It’s gonna get cold soon right?” You can’t see his face, but you know the one he’s making. The one where he cocks an eyebrow at you and stares until you say what’s on your mind.

“How’s Ryo?” You squeak out, barely above a whisper.

“He’s fine. At least outwardly. We help out on the ranch from time to time, but he doesn’t talk much.” You look up at the ceiling, blinking back tears. 

“I don’t know what to do, Sugu.” It comes out wet, and garbled. The first of many tears falls. You struggle to wipe them away, sniffling on your side of the phone.

“Oh, honey.” Suguru’s comforts only make you cry harder. You can’t help it. 

“‘M sorry. I didn’t hic- mean to call you crying.” You’re full on bawling now, the floodgates opened.

“Honey, that’s okay. What do you need?” You sniff hard, forcing yourself to be calm for a moment.

“I think… I think I don’t belong here anymore. This doesn’t feel like it used to.” He nods on his end of the phone.

“So, what do you need, dolly girl?” You swallow hard, wiping the tears from your face.

“I think I need to come home, Sugu.” He grins like a madman on his side of the phone.

“And home for you is?” You roll your eyes.

“Harbor Falls! That’s my home now, but-”

“But? Don’t get silent on me now. Tell all.” 

“I don’t know if Ryo will take me back. He told me it was serious for him, and I left anyway. I fucked it up Sugu. And I don’t know if I wanna be in the same town where he is, and he doesn’t want me. I think… I think it would break my heart to see him with someone else. He’s my person.” You sniffle once again, struggling to keep more tears at bay. You will yourself to suck it up.

“It took Satoru and I many years before we figured it out, because we were stubborn. Don’t let the fear of rejection hold you back from the things you love. Even if he doesn’t take you back, which he will, do you really wanna spend the rest of your life in a place you hate, just to avoid him?” 

“No.”

“So, what are you gonna do?”

“I’m gonna come home.” 

“Atta girl. Let me know if you need anything.” You agree, and hang up the phone.

You text the group chat, before you can chicken out and change your mind. You can’t believe you’re doing this, but life has become hell as of late. When you left, Ryomen said you should learn yourself. The thing is, you’d spend all summer doing that. Now, you just have to follow through on it. You have to find the unfamiliar exit. 

It takes you a month, but you did it. You successfully quit your job this time around. The saddest part is your boss didn’t even beg you to stay. He saw it coming. They all did, no doubt. And that solidifies that you’re making the right choice. You’re not happy here, you’re not you here. You’re tightly wound, strict, unapproachable. Out there you’re free. So, now you have a bunch of shit being shipped to Ryomen’s house, and a prayer that he takes you back as you hop on that plane. 

The plane ride, and drive over is excruciating. It feels so much longer than it actually is. You never get sick, but now you feel your breakfast churning in your stomach like never before. It only gets worse as you pull up in front of Ryomen’s house. By this time, he should be out with the horses. So, you make your way there. It’s much longer on foot than in a car, but it gives you time to think of what you’re going to say.

Even now, as you do the hard thing- as you walk through the unfamiliar exit, you have doubts. You wonder if this was really the right decision, or if you're walking away from something stable in favor of young spontaneity. But the second you see him, crouching to clean one of the horses hooves, you know. You know this is where you’re meant to be. This is your corner of the world now. This is your escape from the dangerous route. This is the right exit. 

For a moment, you just stand and watch as he busies himself with the work. You enjoy watching him in his element. That is until another horse in the stables startles at your entrance. He looks up, his face a stone mask. You swallow hard, but you steel yourself to do the thing that you came here to do.

“You’ve got some nerve showing up here. You here for another vacation?” You shake your head no. 

“I took your advice. I’ve spent the last two months learning myself, and you were right. I was miserable.” You pause, taking a step forward. “The only reason I took that summer trip is because I tried to quit my job and my boss offered to give me paid leave for the summer instead. Told me to think it over. Well, I have.” He crosses his arms, waiting. You step forward once more, working to close the distance.

“I’ve spent all these years with these ‘friends’ and this job and I thought it was what I wanted. And then I came here and I had the best three months of my life, with the best man I’ve ever met. I hated my life. And I hated my so-called friends more. The only time I’ve ever been happy is when I was here with you, Shoko, and everyone else.” He continues to stare, gaze unwavering. 

“I know I’m not from here, but this is my home. I’m sorry for everything I said. I never meant it, I just didn’t want to accept that I was falling out of love with my old life and in love with this one. I quit my job and sold my condo. So, even if you don’t want me, I’m moving here no matter what. It’s about time I choose what I want. Here I was…” You pause trying to find the words. 

“Nicer?” He offers, mirroring an interaction you’d had many weeks ago. 

“Wilder.” You finish, recalling the answer he’d given then. You find it fits. You were wilder here. Exactly how you want to be. He nods. 

“I reckon it is about damn time you choose what you want.” He wipes his hands off with a towel, completely closing the distance between you two. He now towers above you, just inches away.

“What’re you gonna do for work?” His gaze is still stoney, still unreadable.

“Does your ranch need an accountant?” His cold exterior breaks at that. His shoulders shake with laughter. 

“As a matter of fact, I think it does.” 

“And does the rancher need a girlfriend?” You twist your fingers, where they lie behind your back.

“Nah, he’s too old for that.” 

“I like old people.” He huffs out a deep, belly laugh. 

“C’mere.” Is all it takes. You jump into his arms, burying your face in his neck, wrapping your legs around his waist. He hugs you back, smashing you against his chest. He smells like he always does. Like nature, and sunbaked. But also like roses, and fresh linens. He smells like home. And you realize in that moment, home isn’t just a place, it’s a person too. And he’s your homing beacon.

“I really am sorry about what I said.” You mumble into his neck.

“I know you didn’t mean it. There’s no use dwelling on things like that when you’re this old. It’s just a product of that under-developed brain.” You scoff, pulling back to see his face. His beautiful face. 

“My brain is fully developed actually.” 

“Nah, it was all that partying in college that delayed it.” 

“Oh my god, shut up geezer.” He reels back, mock offended

“Oh ho ho, you kiss your mother with that mouth?” 

“I’d much rather kiss you.” He melts into it when your lips crash into his, desperate to taste him. He threads his fingers through your hair, pressing you against him. He groans at the feel of your tongue dipping out to taste him. You pull back a second, windswept.

“I love you, Ryomen.” He looks down at you as you slide down his body, feet meeting the ground once again.

“I love you too.” 

And the love you two share isn’t that of a fairytale. It’s hard work, but it’s real, and you both know it.

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A/n: This has been in the back of my mind for MONTHS now. I had so much fun with this I decided it needed to be an interconnected series so stay tuned for more in this verse 😭

Graphics by @junabuggy & Dividers by @legality-graphics I @enchanthings

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[stormfarerao3]

KOSA is in the United States Senate and it must be stopped.

There can be no negotiation with KOSA, it must be fully, totally, rejected.

You cannot negotiate with the right to speak freely.

You cannot negotiate with the right to privacy.

You cannot negotiate with the right to read freely.

You cannot negotiate with the right to create freely.

You cannot negotiate with human rights.

This is not a negotiation, this is a battle.

If you live in the united states, call your senator, 5 calls .org should be good for that. Afterwards, spread the word about KOSA, call out anyone who supports it, organize a anti-KOSA protest, I don't fucking know, just try and stop KOSA.

If you don't live in the united states, signal boost this to anyone you know who lives in the united states. And then look if there's anything like KOSA in your country. If so, do whatever you can to stop it.

America is a bellwether nation. If it implements censorship, everyone will.

I don't care if you hate america, I don't care if you hate americans, this is not just a battle for america this is a battle for the world.

And to any accelerationists, planning to stand aside and do nothing to stop this as it goes through, hoping to launch a revolution afterwards. The world and the people will remember that you stood by, and did nothing. And you will be doomed for lack of popular support.

This is a total war for the freedom of the internet, and privacy as a whole. There is no middle ground in this conflict. Neutrality is just passive support of tyranny and surveillance.

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