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[naysnayeon]

for ppl who gaf, I’ll post a pt 2 sometime this week

[naysnayeon]

star student! ft professor!nanami x naive!reader (nsfw + dubcon)

from the first day of class he locked his eyes on your figure. that shy and innocent aura just radiated off of you. nanami smiled, he’d found his one.

a few months later, you’re now comfortable with your classes and schedule. sure, you were still shy but you could still manage talking to your professors calmly.

all except one.

professor nanami.

he’s always asking you to stay after class just to praise your work or even your outfit.

“your essay was worded beautifully, baby.”

“i love the visuals on your presentation, honey.”

“that skirt just looks adorable on you, sweetheart.”

and you would just shyly nod and thank him every time, stumbling over your words.

the feeling was weird honestly, especially when you’d get that inexplicable burn in your stomach at his words, or his touch.

god, his touch.

he’d rub your shoulders when he’d praise you, a soft smile on his face with hooded eyes. his hands would be on your lower back when guiding you to his desk in the front after everyone leaves.

nanami’s a very handsome man, you can’t deny that. sometimes you’ll hear girls on campus rave about his looks.

you also can’t deny that a innocent little crush developed from his actions towards you.

one class day, you after a bit per usual with the professor, letting him guide you per usual. but he’s steering you away from his desk in the front and going to the door in the corner of the lecture hall.

“professor, where are we going…?” you quip quietly, looking up at him with wide eyes.

“my office, dear. i have a small surprise for you.”

“for me…?” you mumbled to yourself with shock, “um, okay!” you smiled to yourself at that prospect, a bit of anticipation building in your stomach.

you both entered inside and nanami pulled down the blinds to the door and locked it shut. you thought it was odd but didn’t think anything of it. whatever he was planning, you were sure it was something good.

you took in your surroundings. it was a small basic rectangular office. a wooden desk sat at the end of the room to your right with a lamp and neatly placed folders. bookshelves covered the room with some of the shelves having little trinkets and knickknacks. to your right, there was a window and body length mirror facing his desk. behind his desk sat a basic old office chair that he led you to and sat you down by the shoulders.

the professor stood behind the chair—behind you—and started to speak, his voice noticeably deepening a semitone.

“baby, you’ve been doing so great in my class. you’re the top student you know? out of all of my classes.”

“i am?” you smiled nervously, looking down.

nanami slowly spun the chair to face you, eyes locked on yours. a warm, thick hand of his makes its way to your left cheek as he kneels in front of you. his arm reaches out to your face, his thumb caressing your cheek as he continues.

“of course you are. you work so hard, honey. not to mention, you’re so kind-hearted, and pure…” he slows down as his eyes trail your body head to toe.

your head lifts up again at his drawl, increasingly getting more shy at his intense gaze that you look down again.

“oh no no no…” he tuts, “look at me baby.”

you swallowed, as his hand crept to your nape and playing with the hair there. you look in his eyes after a few seconds and nearly moan just from him looking at you.

“good. good girl. i brought you here because i think you deserve a reward for being my star student, don’t you think so too?”

you nodded jerkily, that burn in your stomach coiling once more.

nanami stands up and turns the chair to face the desk once more, his hands starting to knead your shoulders.

“a good massage sounds nice, doesn’t it darling?” he murmurs softly, like this was a secret meant to be shared.

frankly, it was.

a soft whimper escapes your throat before you can stop it, covering your mouth quickly. your embarrassment was met with nanami’s soft chuckle, one of his hands pulling yours away from your face by the wrist gently.

“it’s okay dear, don’t be shy to make noise.”

you nodded hesitantly, but after a few minutes of nanami working at your knots, you started to slump in the chair and let out little whines and moans of pleasure.

“there we go…just relax for me…” he praised, your thighs clenching at his honey-ridden words. he notices but doesn’t say anything. yet.

his hands are starting to stray from your shoulder, moving towards your chest causally.

“hey, what’re you—“

“shh…it’s okay my love. just take it. don’t you want to make your professor happy?”

“i do but—“

“don’t argue with me honey, this is your reward, remember..?” nanami whispered, his words so sugary, that it felt wrong to stop him. so you didn’t.

he paused for a few seconds, waiting to her anymore protest but when he didn’t, his right hand slipped down your shirt with a practiced ease.

“no more talking back from you anymore, okay? i’m just trying to reward you sweetheart, you deserve it…” he sweet-talked in your ear as his hand found its way under your bra, earning a gasp from your lips.

“professor, i—“

“what’d I just say.”

“…no talking back.”

“shouldn’t you be a good girl and speak when spoken to?”

you nodded, but nanami’s left hand slithered up your neck to tilt your head up to look at him.

“use your words.”

“yes professor..”

“now that’s a good girl.” he smiled, as sweet as always but now the look in his eyes was different. it was something you just couldn’t name.

he let your head fall back to its previous position, now both of his hands groping your tits.

“take these off for me baby, i want to see your gorgeous body. and remember what i said.”

your protests died on the tip of your tongue, gulping before stripping off the navy blue, polka-dotted, baby doll top. you placed the top on his desk, rubbing your arms nervously as you felt exposed already. seeing this, nanami sighed.

in one fluid motion, he spun the chair and picked you up. he placed you on the desk, the cold wood running a shiver through your body from the already tense atmosphere.

he spread your legs on the desk, standing between them and looking at your chest from the new view.

“so pretty..let me take this off for you honey…” nanami murmured, already taking out the clasp to slip off the article.

your hands instinctively covered your chest, feeling embarrassed at how exposed you were. you weren’t used to this, especially when it was an older attractive man like nanami. however, his hands moved yours out the way to keep squeezing and playing with your tits like they were his own personal stress balls.

“you look breathtaking like this, darling...bet no one’s ever done this to you, is that right baby?”

“mhm…” you nodded, another whine spilling from your lips as he pinched and rolled your nipple between his thumb and index finger. his frame leaned down and his mouth moved to your neglected nipple, suckling and laving at it to draw more moans from your pretty mouth.

your back arched into his touch, shivering at the stimulation. he alternated with suction and tongue with each peak, making you whimper that’s like music to ears. but then he slows down and lets your nipple go with a wet pop. his tongue finds your sternum and sucks hard to leave a purple mark, before trailing his tongue down your body right to your skirt’s waistband.

he lifts you up like a ragdoll with one arm around your upper back and uses the other hand to slip off your skirt and panties.

“you wouldn’t mind if I keep these, right?” he grinned, dangling the simple white cotton panties from his right index.

you shook your head, too hot and bothered to speak or even look up until his left index lifted your chin up to have your gaze on his.

“remember to use your words.” he reminded gently, but yet so domineering.

“I wouldn’t mind professor…” you mumbled shyly.

you were right where you wanted to be.

sorry for the edge I don’t feel like finishing this lol maybe I will if people gaf

[naysnayeon]

star student! ft professor!nanami x naive!reader (nsfw + dubcon)

from the first day of class he locked his eyes on your figure. that shy and innocent aura just radiated off of you. nanami smiled, he’d found his one.

a few months later, you’re now comfortable with your classes and schedule. sure, you were still shy but you could still manage talking to your professors calmly.

all except one.

professor nanami.

he’s always asking you to stay after class just to praise your work or even your outfit.

“your essay was worded beautifully, baby.”

“i love the visuals on your presentation, honey.”

“that skirt just looks adorable on you, sweetheart.”

and you would just shyly nod and thank him every time, stumbling over your words.

the feeling was weird honestly, especially when you’d get that inexplicable burn in your stomach at his words, or his touch.

god, his touch.

he’d rub your shoulders when he’d praise you, a soft smile on his face with hooded eyes. his hands would be on your lower back when guiding you to his desk in the front after everyone leaves.

nanami’s a very handsome man, you can’t deny that. sometimes you’ll hear girls on campus rave about his looks.

you also can’t deny that a innocent little crush developed from his actions towards you.

one class day, you after a bit per usual with the professor, letting him guide you per usual. but he’s steering you away from his desk in the front and going to the door in the corner of the lecture hall.

“professor, where are we going…?” you quip quietly, looking up at him with wide eyes.

“my office, dear. i have a small surprise for you.”

“for me…?” you mumbled to yourself with shock, “um, okay!” you smiled to yourself at that prospect, a bit of anticipation building in your stomach.

you both entered inside and nanami pulled down the blinds to the door and locked it shut. you thought it was odd but didn’t think anything of it. whatever he was planning, you were sure it was something good.

you took in your surroundings. it was a small basic rectangular office. a wooden desk sat at the end of the room to your right with a lamp and neatly placed folders. bookshelves covered the room with some of the shelves having little trinkets and knickknacks. to your right, there was a window and body length mirror facing his desk. behind his desk sat a basic old office chair that he led you to and sat you down by the shoulders.

the professor stood behind the chair—behind you—and started to speak, his voice noticeably deepening a semitone.

“baby, you’ve been doing so great in my class. you’re the top student you know? out of all of my classes.”

“i am?” you smiled nervously, looking down.

nanami slowly spun the chair to face you, eyes locked on yours. a warm, thick hand of his makes its way to your left cheek as he kneels in front of you. his arm reaches out to your face, his thumb caressing your cheek as he continues.

“of course you are. you work so hard, honey. not to mention, you’re so kind-hearted, and pure…” he slows down as his eyes trail your body head to toe.

your head lifts up again at his drawl, increasingly getting more shy at his intense gaze that you look down again.

“oh no no no…” he tuts, “look at me baby.”

you swallowed, as his hand crept to your nape and playing with the hair there. you look in his eyes after a few seconds and nearly moan just from him looking at you.

“good. good girl. i brought you here because i think you deserve a reward for being my star student, don’t you think so too?”

you nodded jerkily, that burn in your stomach coiling once more.

nanami stands up and turns the chair to face the desk once more, his hands starting to knead your shoulders.

“a good massage sounds nice, doesn’t it darling?” he murmurs softly, like this was a secret meant to be shared.

frankly, it was.

a soft whimper escapes your throat before you can stop it, covering your mouth quickly. your embarrassment was met with nanami’s soft chuckle, one of his hands pulling yours away from your face by the wrist gently.

“it’s okay dear, don’t be shy to make noise.”

you nodded hesitantly, but after a few minutes of nanami working at your knots, you started to slump in the chair and let out little whines and moans of pleasure.

“there we go…just relax for me…” he praised, your thighs clenching at his honey-ridden words. he notices but doesn’t say anything. yet.

his hands are starting to stray from your shoulder, moving towards your chest causally.

“hey, what’re you—“

“shh…it’s okay my love. just take it. don’t you want to make your professor happy?”

“i do but—“

“don’t argue with me honey, this is your reward, remember..?” nanami whispered, his words so sugary, that it felt wrong to stop him. so you didn’t.

he paused for a few seconds, waiting to her anymore protest but when he didn’t, his right hand slipped down your shirt with a practiced ease.

“no more talking back from you anymore, okay? i’m just trying to reward you sweetheart, you deserve it…” he sweet-talked in your ear as his hand found its way under your bra, earning a gasp from your lips.

“professor, i—“

“what’d I just say.”

“…no talking back.”

“shouldn’t you be a good girl and speak when spoken to?”

you nodded, but nanami’s left hand slithered up your neck to tilt your head up to look at him.

“use your words.”

“yes professor..”

“now that’s a good girl.” he smiled, as sweet as always but now the look in his eyes was different. it was something you just couldn’t name.

he let your head fall back to its previous position, now both of his hands groping your tits.

“take these off for me baby, i want to see your gorgeous body. and remember what i said.”

your protests died on the tip of your tongue, gulping before stripping off the navy blue, polka-dotted, baby doll top. you placed the top on his desk, rubbing your arms nervously as you felt exposed already. seeing this, nanami sighed.

in one fluid motion, he spun the chair and picked you up. he placed you on the desk, the cold wood running a shiver through your body from the already tense atmosphere.

he spread your legs on the desk, standing between them and looking at your chest from the new view.

“so pretty..let me take this off for you honey…” nanami murmured, already taking out the clasp to slip off the article.

your hands instinctively covered your chest, feeling embarrassed at how exposed you were. you weren’t used to this, especially when it was an older attractive man like nanami. however, his hands moved yours out the way to keep squeezing and playing with your tits like they were his own personal stress balls.

“you look breathtaking like this, darling...bet no one’s ever done this to you, is that right baby?”

“mhm…” you nodded, another whine spilling from your lips as he pinched and rolled your nipple between his thumb and index finger. his frame leaned down and his mouth moved to your neglected nipple, suckling and laving at it to draw more moans from your pretty mouth.

your back arched into his touch, shivering at the stimulation. he alternated with suction and tongue with each peak, making you whimper that’s like music to ears. but then he slows down and lets your nipple go with a wet pop. his tongue finds your sternum and sucks hard to leave a purple mark, before trailing his tongue down your body right to your skirt’s waistband.

he lifts you up like a ragdoll with one arm around your upper back and uses the other hand to slip off your skirt and panties.

“you wouldn’t mind if I keep these, right?” he grinned, dangling the simple white cotton panties from his right index.

you shook your head, too hot and bothered to speak or even look up until his left index lifted your chin up to have your gaze on his.

“remember to use your words.” he reminded gently, but yet so domineering.

“I wouldn’t mind professor…” you mumbled shyly.

you were right where you wanted to be.

sorry for the edge I don’t feel like finishing this lol maybe I will if people gaf

[madamechrissy]

mdni - 18 + - nerd! gojo x milf! reader

Satoru Gojo didn't think he'd cum in his pants on his first lap dance of his twenty-first birthday.

But there you were- grinding right on his cock to the music - in some slutty little outfit that hardly covered your tits, glittering underneath the red lights. Pretty nipples pressing up underneath that thin lacy material, just begging for his mouth.

He didn't know what to do with his hands, clenched at their sides, when faced with this milf's hips that look so breedable.

It's not like Satoru has even had sex yet - not for lack of opportunities, no - Satoru simply was a busy man, had his early master's degree, top of his class.

Hence why Sukuna and Suguru are laughing, watching him lose his shit with their favorite dancer.

You, their favorite dancer at this club. Oh, and you loved them not just because they tipped well, they were hot of course, but they were the kind of clients to ask about your day. You'd giggle as they did a line right off your neck, letting both of them have your cunt rock against their lap.

You were a single mom with bills to pay, and this was the only way you could stay all day - to dance at night while your mom let the baby sleep over. Was it what you wanted to do? Not forever

But damn you made good money.

Suguru and Sukuna frequently hit the VIP, and that's where everything got just a little filthy, but even then, they were all about you. Kissing on your neck, gripping your thighs, mentioning bringing their nerdy little friend last time and how much he'd just love you - apparently he was a bit of a milf lover.

You didn't expect Gojo to look like this though - nerdy, sure, but you could feel those muscles underneath his dress shirt, you could feel his long fingers pressing into your flesh. He’s blushing even underneath the red lights, you can see it on the bridge of his nose, his teeth sinking into his lower lip.

"Is this okay with you?" His friends are laughing at his questions, so you shoot them a glare.

"Sorry, mommy," they both tease, pouting as you roll your eyes, focusing back on Satoru, your hands pressing into his shoulders, long manicured nails pressing in just a bit.

"Focus on me," you tease, rolling your hips and pausing when you feel it. "Good boy, there you go."

He's huge, fuck.

Pulsing underneath his khaki slacks, making your cunt drip. Sure, some clients you got a little excited, but your damn cunt was drooling when he drags you down with his fingers digging into your waist, his tip nudging your twitchy clit underneath the glittering thong you're wearing.

"So pretty," he murmurs all cute, looking up at you, his lips almost brushing a little stretch mark on the side of your tit. "Cute."

Cute.

You pause a bit, heart hammering in your chest, suddenly so intimate you forget his friends and your fellow dancers are in here. You're blushing right with him when he whines out, jerking his hips up again.

"S-sorry, is that... okay to do?! I..." He's got fucked out blue eyes, dark with need, you manage a nod, feeling almost nervous when you've been dancing for two years now - putting yourself through college and paying it with a little baby?

Well it was expensive.

So this job meant a lot - and that also meant not being a blushing mess, no matter how hot the client. But you fear you're rubbing on him with no real rythym, chasing that high of cumming when that's against your own damn rules - his friends have girls on their laps, giggles and soft moans mixing with the loud bass.

But you can only hear Satoru Gojo's whimper.

A whimper that has your cunt clenching around air.

"Feel good?" You murmur in his ear, trying to act unaffected.

He nods, lips hesitantly kissing across your neck, plump lips tasting the glitter right off your skin, just that he can feel himself leak and stick to his digimon boxers, long fingers tightening their grip against your flesh.

"V-very I'm... ah, I'm..." you're soaking wet and so hot, it takes every bit of effort not to slide your panties aside and lose his virginity then and there. He's trembling when you pull back, your cheeks hot to the touch when he caresses them, stealing a little kiss, whining into your mouth. "Sorry..."

"No," you kiss him right back, and with one more movement of your hips - Satoru is busting, so much so it leaks through his boxers, the hot sticky mess clinging to your ruined panties, his moans barely muffled. "Mnh, s'okay..."

"Fuck I just... shit..." He's shutting his eyes and whining, knowing if Suguru and Sukuna knew they'd make fun of him, but you seem to be right with him, whining out, teeth catching your lower lip, gushing all down his lap.

The two of you pause, and you look down to see the mess you both made.

"Oh! Oh," you're both stammering, blushing little messes despite having each others' cum on your skin. "Let me um... I'll... come with me!"

You're dragging him so fast away, struggling to wipe him with napkins in the locker room, smearing the mess of fluids as you kneel.

"It's not coming out, ugh!" You keep wiping at it when you realize you're face level with his cock, and it's already tenting again. "Um, you can tie this around your waist!"

"Oh," you're snatching up your hoodie, tying it and trying to adjust it, when he cups your face, kissing you again, when he gathers the courage - taking a breath.

"Can we have a date?"

"A date...you want..."

"Please?" He pouts all cute, his glasses foggy from your kiss. "So I can give you back your hoodie."

You giggle now. "I have a kid though and..."

"Even better." You blink, then study his dilated blue eyes, his cute cheeks all bright pink. Fuck he's adorable.

"You are a milf hunter then, they were right!" he shakes his head.

"You'd be my first for... all of it. If you want!?" He is stammering now, all nervous, rubbing the back of his neck "We could just hang out, I don't need to..."

"Gojo..."

"Satoru, please. I just came in my pants, can you not tell I like you?"

"You're cute, Satoru..." you manage with a little laugh, tapping his lips. "I'll go on a date with you."

"Yes! I mean!? Okay," he tries to play it cool, even as his heart is racing, getting your number and texting you.

His friends might make fun of that pink hoodie on his waist, but he's the one who is getting a date with you <3

*****

hehe just something cute, I never make toru a virgin ahaha <3

[madamechrissy]

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[seleii]

[kissedkuna]

like a mf

[tays-writing]

!nerdjo x reader | part 9

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

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

cr: 3vangel1ne_ on X

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

Play this!

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Before your thoughts could spiral any further, Satoru shifted.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I don’t.”

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

—

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

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

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

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

He hummed quietly to himself.

Completely unaware you were watching.

He looked… domestic. And unfairly adorable.

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

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

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

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

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

“I… I wanted to ask you something.”

“Mmh?” You looked up at him

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

“I, uh…”

His fingers tapped nervously against the edge of the table.

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

You raised your eyebrows slightly.

“...That's true.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

You opened your mouth, but he was already spiraling.

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

He grimaced.

“God, that sounded weird.”

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

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

He shut his eyes.

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

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

“So... forget that part.”

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

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

“Satoru.” you said, utterly amused.

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

“Are you asking me to be exclusive?”

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

“Yes.”

Satoru blinked, eyes wide behind his glasses.

“W-what?”

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

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

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

“...No.”

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

He looked up at you.

“...Yeah.”

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

For a moment, he simply stared.

“...Really?”

You nodded.

“Really.”

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

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

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

You rolled your eyes fondly.

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

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

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

You couldn't help laughing.

“Hi.”

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

“...So I’m taking you on a date?”

You hummed.

“Looks like it.”

“I like that.” He smiled to himself. 

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

His cheeks warmed all over again.

“...I can definitely help with APA.”

“I figured you would.”

—

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

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

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

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

Satoru shifted ever so slightly beside you.

“But this exceeded my expectations.”

You couldn’t help but straighten a little.

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

You exchanged a quick glance with Satoru.

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

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

“...We actually did it.”

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

His cheeks turned pink.

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

Your heart softened.

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

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

“So…”

He looked over at you.

“...Should we celebrate?”

He tilted his head, clearly intrigued.

“Celebrate?”

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

—

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Fuck…” he breathed, voice already breaking.

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

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

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

His breath hitched.

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

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

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

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

“I’m gonna— fuck— I’m so close—”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You felt him throbbing harder, his hips jerking desperately.

“I’m gonna— fuck— I’m so close—”

You immediately slowed your hand, almost stopping.

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

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

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

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

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

You leaned in close.

“Open your mouth.”

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

“Spit.”

He spat into your palm without hesitation.

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

“Fuck— yes—” he moaned, hips jerking.

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

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

With a loud, broken cry, Satoru came hard.

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

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

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

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

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

A satisfied smile tugged at your lips.

“Good boy.”

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

—

Six months later

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

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

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

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

He smiled, soft and helpless.

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

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

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

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

“Sounds like a you problem.”

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

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

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

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

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

“Okay…”

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

Satoru’s eyes widened slightly in surprise.

“Wait—”

Too late.

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

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

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

“You’re so cute.”

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

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

“Baby—” he tried between kisses.

Another kiss landed on his jaw.

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

There it was. That word again.

Boyfriend.

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

“You really like saying that” he muttered.

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

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

“I love you,” you whispered.

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

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

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

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

Satoru raised an eyebrow slightly.

“What?”

“The cat ears.”

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

A smug little smile curved your lips.

“Ah… you liked that, didn’t you?”

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

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

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

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[yut2achoya]

mdni. bf.ᐟchoso running from his girlfriend’s slip-n-slide mega grip three thousand water park pussy

“baby, w-wait—”

choso’s hips buck up, head falling back against the pillow. he lets out a whimper, and it’s terribly pitiful.

“y’want me to stop, sweetie?” you pant, hands braced on his chest as you bounce on the thick length of his cock. “you can’t take it?”

your boyfriend looks absolutely destroyed, hair plastered to his forehead with sweat, teeth sinking into his lip hard enough to draw blood. his fingers press into the soft flesh at your sides, eyes glued to the place where the two of you are joined.

he shakes his head no, dropping it back down onto the pillow for a second time. even as he grips on your thighs and attempts to push back with nowhere to go.

“oh god, baby,” he chokes out. “ohmi—fuck you feel so good.”

the sound of your ass slapping against choso’s thighs echoes around the room in tandem with his pathetic moans. you can’t take your eyes off him writhing beneath you. the way his stomach caves in, face melting into unadulterated ecstasy… or maybe it was agony?

“oh, cho,” you hum, leaning down so that your bodies are flush, tits pressed against his chest. you lick a trail up his jaw. “look at you. just like a virgin. can still barely handle pussy.”

he palms your ass, thrusts up into you with lazy rolls of his hips. “you’re squeezing me so tight, y/n,” he moans between each kiss he peppers along the side of your face. “so f-fucking good.”

you sit up again. grin at your boyfriend as you slow your bounce to a fluid rock of your hips. watch his stuttered pants, eyes low and locked on the way you grind against him, fucking yourself on his cock.

“baby i’m so close,” he sighs out, rushed and breathy. “i’m gonna cum. you’re gonna make me—”

his head drops back against the pillow, and the whiny moan that leaves his throat is like music to your ears. his hips jerk up as he cums, filling up your hole with hot ropes of his seed, fingers pressing marks into your thighs.

his chest falls and rises with ragged breaths when he opens his eyes. you lean forward just enough to push his sweat damp hair back out of his face.

“my poor baby,” you pout. “too fucked out for a fourth round, i presume?”

choso runs his tongue along his bottom lip. you’re teasing, obviously. but your boyfriend sits up. wraps his arms around your frame so that he can easily flip the two of you over until you’re on your back with his semi-hard cock still buried deep inside of you. he experimentally thrusts forward, and you sigh—feel the cum leak out of your tired pussy.

he pecks your lips lightly before he finds a steady pace, dick re-erecting and driving into your sensitive hole all over again.

he smiles when he says, “for you, angel? i could never be too tired.”

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a/n: choso not knowing what to do with allat is canon btw. also i wrote so much boyfriend content last week you’d almost think i need that haha…ha… *gulps*

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[dolcemisu]

dream first date with frat!kuna (shy!reader)

never in a million years did you expect your first date to be at your favorite stationary shop. the owner was this adorable grandma that knew your name since you frequented her store often. it’s where you shopped for all your pens, notebooks, and highlighters from—plus any cute miscellaneous things that caught your eye.

sukuna picked you up at 3pm on the dot in his fancy sports car. you took note of the car brand to research later. it was the least you could do, he was taking you to a store that specialized in aesthetic stickers, which was totally not his scene…but, you appreciated his effort.

the second you sat in the passenger seat, he handed you the wire for aux. “surprise me.”

crap, you weren’t sure what he would like. you've never really talked about music to get a good enough idea of what was acceptable to play around him…in his car too, mind you. you chewed your bottom lip anxiously and skimmed your playlist. you were taking way too long, but you didn't have even the slightest idea of what to play. you felt his eyes on you. he was probably confused on why you were taking five million years to play a single song.

"don't overthink it. just play what you like," he said. "i wanna hear what you listen to when you're making our study plans," he smirked at you. you froze. how did he know that…

as if he could read your mind: "i've seen you, before our sessions, going through your practice problems and flashcards, headphones on and all. you're pretty thorough." oh. the thought of him watching you go over your session notes made you a bit self conscious. were you really that thorough? what a big word for him. how could he tell just by watching from afar? and why in the world was he watching in the first place?

"wait—so you just watch me like some stalker?" you teased him. you noticed the way the tip of his ears turned a blush pink. you had no idea teasing him had that effect on him. you needed to do it more.

"nah, i just so happened to come a little early and saw you already hard at work without me there." he scoffed, lips curving into an exaggerated frown. he pulled into a parking space and put the car in park. "it's okay though, you can make it up to me by putting me onto ball at this store."

you sighed dramatically and pretended to think about it. "hmm, i guess i could. you know, charity work is good for my applications," you shot back with a huge grin on your face.

he gaped at you and you smirked. corny teasing did the trick it seems like. though, he didn't expect you to come up with something so quickly. but you were smart —you were his tutor for goodness sake—so he needed to step his game up.

"oh, so you've got jokes now?"

"i've always had jokes, you just weren't smart enough to comprehend them." you blurted out. you clasped your hand over your mouth. was that too far? the charity work joke was light, but you basically just called him dumb. and he wasn't. at least, not really? you contemplating folding and apologizing profusely so he didn't think you were a jerk, but his grin only grew wider.

"yeah well, luckily, i have you now."

the air in your lungs thinned as your heart thumped rapidly. it was like it was threatening to explode. it's moments like these where it didn't matter how clever you were. his words—plain to the naked eye—dug deep, stunning your fast tracked mind into absolute shock. he said them so simply, like he was merely just stating facts, but they were so much more to you. they hinted that he possibly thought of you in That way and you weren't delusional. at least, not completely.

"yes, yes you do." you quickly looked away, flustered at just his words once again, and reached for the car door.

"hold on." he said abruptly. you shot him a puzzled look as he got out of the car and jogged over to your side of the car. the way your eyes widened when what he was doing dawned on you made he only made his smile grow bigger as he opened the car door.

“jesus woman, it looks like your eyes are about to pop out of their sockets.”

you blinked rapidly at him before getting out of the car. you cleared your throat to buy yourself sometime to recover. of course you sold the bag by being a dork over him opening your door. but you couldn’t help it. you liked how he was with you. it was sweet and made you blush…like excessively. it was bad.

“thank you,” you mumbled softly as he closed the car door shut. he shoved his hands in his pockets and shrugged. “no big deal, just doing what every guy should do.” he took in your flustered state with a quick glance. “i’m guessing this might be the first time in a while?”

“first time…ever.” you corrected him, voice barely above a whisper. your dating life was pretty much non existent considering the fact you were too afraid to talk to people and you were convinced that you were reading too much into things half the time. sukuna was the exact opposite, having his fair share of girlfriends. you’ve heard some of the stories too. how close they got was a stark contrast from what you’ve done.

“how am i doing then?” he asked, a little to confidently. your embarrassment dissolved as you crossed your arms. “not bad, could be better.” you teased him again. he didn’t make you feel bad about it. you were glad, you were sure the shame would swallow you whole if he had.

“yes ma’am,” he replied. he gestured to the store. “time to step into my mastermind tutor’s world.”

you scoffed and walked up to the store door. “this is my safe haven. that’s a better way to put it.”

he opened the door and held it for you. “wait…does that mean i’m special?” he raised an eyebrow as he waited for you to walk in. he followed behind you and waited patiently, expecting a response. by default, he was special. you’ve never done anything remotely close to this with any of your other peers you've tutored with. but would pointing that out water down how monumental this truly was? it’s your first ever date. you’ve watched enough romcoms to have high expectations, and he wasn’t doing too bad. you decided right there and then to take a leap of faith.

“i suppose you could say that…” you trailed off. okay, you never said it was a big leap. he grinned at you, but his attention shifted as pam approached the two of you.

“i’ve been wondering when you’d come back to visit me,” she squealed. “ooo, and you brought a guest? my, my, my, isn’t he handsome? who’s this?”

you wished for a way to disappear. you forgot how strong of a personality she was. you’d been needing to warn sukuna, though he seemed to be eating it up.

“you’re too kind,” he replied with the fattest grin on his face. “i’m sukuna, nice to meet you. and you are?” he asked, extending his hand out.

“pamela. but you can call me pam,” she took his hand with a wink. she turned to you, smile still huge. “you have excellent taste, i’m proud. you look so cute together.”

“thanks pam,” you mumbled, embarrassed out of your mind. she was adorable, yes, but there wasn't anything crazy going on here. you didn’t want to scare him off. “i’ve missed you. i had to cut myself off, i was draining my bank account.”

she laughed and shook her head. “oh honey, don’t worry. i’m just glad to see your face again. now,” she clasped her hands together. “anything you have in mind? i received a new shipment of pens and stickers if any of you needed some…” her eyes darted between the two of you.

you shook your head. “oh, it’s okay. he’s looking for the same highlighters i use actually, that’s why we’re here.”

“alright, then i’ll leave you two to it!” she exclaimed, disappearing as quickly as she appeared.

you turned to sukuna with a small smile. “sorry about that, she’s a bit…” you hesitated. you weren’t sure how to explain it. excited you had a “boyfriend.” he wasn’t anything of the sort.

“what? no i loved her. she’s funny.”

you tilted your head at him. “okay, just making sure. let’s go find the highlighters.”

you led the way to the infamous corner where she had her highlighter display. infamous because it’s where a lot of your money has gone. not only did it have highlighters, it had stickers, pens, and bakery themed erasers… your weaknesses. you kept your eyes zeroed in on the highlighters. you were out of mysterious sources of income, so you couldn’t afford to go ham.

“lo and behold. the savior of my grades. now i definitely won’t get kicked out of college.” he reached out to grab a packet, but stopped abruptly. “wait—why are there so many different versions, what the hell??” his eyes scanned the rows. “pastel rainbow. pastel pink. pastel cotton candy, pastel…” he listed off. “i just want the one you have, holy crap.”

you snorted. he couldn’t be serious. “i have several of these actually, so just pick your favorite. odds are i probably already have it.”

he sighed. “it’ll take forever to pick one. pastel sunset, pastel gelato,” he muttered under his breath and started to search. a soft laugh bubbled out of you from the sight of the fraternity leader going crazy over pastel markers. you’ve truly seen it all.

in the corner of your eye, you saw a display you haven’t seen before. you walked up to got and almost gasped. it must be the new shipment pam had mentioned earlier. stickers and pens galore—they lined the shelves and your heart broke into too. they were so adorable. you wanted them all. too bad your bank account wouldn’t be able to take it. it was a stationary geek’s wet dream.. your wet dream. you just stared in awe, taking it all in. you didn’t notice sukuna spearing behind you, arms full of aesthetic highlighter packets.

“these are so you,” a voice said behind you. you spun around to see the pink haired man siding you carefully. “i’d definitely see you having these things. this pink vomit.”

“you say that while having pink hair,” you pointed out, slightly annoyed. this idiot.

“…good point.”

you both laughed and shook your head at his stupidity. “i’m joking, i love your pink vomit, it’s much better than mine.” he gestured to the packets in his arms. “so, what’s it gonna be?”

“huh?”

he nodded to the display in front of you. “what do you want from there?”

you waved your hands frantically, alarmed by his gestures “nothing, it’s okay, i’m just looking since she mentioned it earlier and all.” you plastered a fake smile on your face, but somehow, he saw right through you

“bull. you’ve been starring at it longingly the whole time i was getting the markers. pick what you want or else—” he narrowed his eyes at you.

“or else… what?” you challenged him.

“i’ll buy the whole thing.” he said simply. it took everything in you to not laugh in his face. the only time he bluffed this hard was when he was sure his answer was right over yours during tutoring, and everyone knew how that ended. you were in shock. this was not first date behavior. this was a whole other beast.

“you don’t believe me?”

“…not really, no,” you admitted. who would?

without a word, he turned and marched to the cash register. you followed, hot on his heels, absolutely terrified of how this would play out.

“pam, sweet pam,” he started off. you rolled your eyes. “would you please encourage her to pick something from the new display that she likes. she won’t stop eyeing it.”

pam peered over her reading glasses. “well, of course! let him spoil you. and me too," she giggled. "i'm just joking, no pressure on either side."

sukuna glanced at you over his shoulder. "take your pick."

maybe he wasn't bluffing. frankly, all of this was ridiculous and unserious. you walked back over to the display, dragging your feet. you grabbed a restock of stickers and made your way back to the cashier's counter.

sukuna swiped his card with the biggest grin on his face. you pouted, but the second you said goodbye to pam, you thanked him.

"thank you so much...even though you basically peer pressured me into doing it." you said half jokingly.

he unlocked the car and shrugged. "you constantly set time aside to take care of other people to make sure they succeed, including me, so you deserve a treat for yourself. there's no need to thank me, don't be ridiculous."

he opened your car door and you scrambled to get in. as he started the car you just sat there, processing what he said. he wasn't wrong, but you didn't want him to feel obligated to do this. to feel like he owed you. you tutored people because you genuinely liked helping them—and the subjects too of course.

"thanks 'kuna, that means a lot," you started, reaching to buckle your seatbelt. "but i don't want you feel like you owed me a favor back or anything. i love our sessions, they are fulfilling enough." you reassured him. you played with your hands in your lap, anxiety bubbling in your stomach.

he furrowed his brows and frowned. "i did it because i want to. i know how badly you wanted them too, you aren't slick," he shook his head, "maybe we just, you know, enjoy each other's company and wanna see the other happy?"

you pressed your lips together, eyes widening at his words. you nodded slowly before looking away and he laughed. "okay, rate our first date?"

he actually called it a date. you didn't expect that. sure it was pretty obvious, but still...it felt good to hear.

"10/10!" you beamed at him.

he smirked, pleased with himself. "i agree. now, the real question is... is your playlist 10/10?" he handed the wire over for the second time today and this time, you grabbed it with confidence. you weren't as self conscious around him as you were earlier. you had fun today. you already put him on one today, might as well add to the list.

"be prepared. you heard pam... i have excellent taste"

he laughed and the two of you jammed out all the way back home.

series m.list

© DOLCEMISU

psssttttt ... if i made a longer oneshot (not a drabble like this) for this series , would anyone be interested ?? plz lmk !!

[bloomflix]

“streamer! satoru x streamer! yn collab!! please !!" 𓆩♡𓆪

"chat, what the hell are you talking about? rottenyn?" satoru murmured, reading what his chat was sending him as he was streaming his screen, playing penguin heist on steam. he was asking his chat of around 20k viewers to potentially give him ideas on what to play next. rivals? valorant? even league maybe.

streamer! satoru a.k.a. sixeyesatoru was currently the top streamer on kick and twitch, and of course, he hung around his posse of streamer friends like nanaken and cursedsuguru to name a few. he wasn't aware of some "rando" like rottenyn? who the hell was that?

"chat said search her up." suguru snickered, leaning over to hit his vape to which he got smacked in the arm by streamer! satoru—the twitch partner. "chat also said she's been talking about you. ouuuu satoru. i've heard of her, she's chill."

streamer! satoru had his fair share of internet flings and crushes (obviously, it was a joke in his community regarding his type being h/c hair and e/c eyes), but he didn't know what to expect when he searched you up on twitter and instagram.

and no wonder why his chat was going insane with spamming your user... you were exactly his dream girl.

streamer! yn, who streamed herself doing popmart unboxings, occasional commentary on internet stuff and gameplay of the same games he did. she was a rising streamer who had gotten viral on tiktok and instagram. streamer! yn who was exactly his type and was on twitter, clipped saying that streamer! satoru was exactly her type.

"ijbol satoru just malfunctioned. chat shut up." he ended up following her on insta, tiktok, and twitter after the stream and got followed back minutes later—much to the amusement of his fans and yours too.

streamer! satoru, who's been secretly stalking your socials and talking about you to suguru and kento. how you're totally his type and is so talented in valorant and how you're so cool.

"didn't you think she was a rando when chat told you about her?"

"shut up suguru."

streamer! satoru, who got invited to one of streamer!sukuna's multi-streamer collabs and didn't expect for streamer! yn to be there, talking to suguru on one of the couches.

"hey satoru, we were just talking about you!" suguru smiled, standing up and leaving both of you alone. he turned to you, anxiously. you shot him a smile and you looked so cute and you smelled so nice and—was that the sweatshirt you were talking about in a stream of yours?

"i really like your streams! you actually inspired me to start streaming and i'm really happy i'm getting to talk to you!"

streamer! satoru basically internally combusted. he felt as if he would explode right now. "o-oh wow! i'm honored..."

"wanna collab sometime?" - "wanna go out sometime?"

you both blinked at each other, with your face burning and his twisting into a look of horror, all the while, the other streamers like ryokuna, nanaken, and tojilifts were just observing the unfortunately awkward situation you two were in.

"sure!"

"i am so sorry!"

the both of you could only hope that your blushing and awkward face didn't get clipped for the timeline later... but of course it did.

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i wanna write more streamer gojo like actually even tho i don't really watch streamers (except vanilla bc its vanilla and i have the fattest crush on her) but yayayaya.

- part two - part three

[aquasprings]

⊹ꮺ˚ edging nerd!choso

though he’d never admit it, you know that deep, deep down he loves the slow roll of your hips over his cock, the way your velvet walls squeeze him perfectly, the slowwww torture when you lift yourself off him.

“oh, p—please,” his voice cracks with a broken whimper of your name, hands digging into your waist and eyes watery. his bottom lip trembles slightly, glasses askew, cock twitching in desperation as he watches, waits to feel you again.

“i said not to cum yet,” you murmur, and he nods frantically, trying to distract himself from how much he’s aching—his tip’s flushed an angry red, the shaft slick with precum and your own arousal.

“i won’t, i swear,” he babbles, eyes rolling back when you sink back down onto him, his hands secured on the plush of your thighs as you start lifting your hips in a languid rhythm.

the sound is so lewd, too—wet, insistent slapping that makes choso bite down on his lip harder, nearly drawing blood. his eyes draw to where you meet his base, frothed and drenched already. and when he’s close for the nth time—he squeezes his eyes shut and whines, and you feel his cock tense inside you—you just pull off. again and again.

the sweetest joy, perhaps, is watching choso force himself to hold his release in when you climax over his cock, pussy clenching him so hard it hurts him to have restraint. he has to watch you moan, watch your face contort in pleasure as you use his cock to push you over the edge.

you’re panting, coming off your high, and every part of choso’s tensed up, holding, waiting for his precious girl to give him permission. the split second you whisper a soft, “okay, you can cum now,” he’s falling back against his pillows with a shattered cry, tears streaming down his face.“thankyouthankyouthankyou,” he sobs, melting even more when you coo his name gently, kissing his cheeks with a little smile.

choso’s mind is gone, still catching his breath, his cock still snug between your walls, and his heart skips a beat at the thought that maybe tomorrow, you’ll edge him with your mouth.

maybe tonight, if he begs enough.

[pawvv]

Gojo fucking loves when you dominate him.

He’d die before admitting it to anyone else, but with you? He doesn’t even try to hide it. The second you tie his wrists behind his back with his own blindfold, his pants are ready to burst. Right now he’s sitting on the edge of the bed, naked, breathing a little too fast. His cock is standing up thick and flushed, leaking all over his stomach. Well, no wonder, he’s been edged for hours.

You’re straddling his thigh, one hand slowly jerking him off while the other is tangled in his messy white hair. You kiss him deep, mixing your spit with his. And every time he moans into your mouth you squeeze his needy cock a little tighter.

“S-shit.. baby.” he gasps against your lips. Gojo tries to thrust up into your fist but the way his arms are tied behind him makes it hard. He just ends up twitching helplessly. You smirk and stroke him faster, thumb swirling over his leaking tip, spreading the mess around. The wet, filthy sound of your hand pumping his slick cock is loud in the quiet room.

“You’re so fucking hard,” you murmur, biting his bottom lip. “Look at you.. legs spread and leaking everywhere like a slut.”

Gojo lets out a shaky laugh that turns into a groan when you twist your wrist just right.

“Only for you,” he breathes, trying to sound in control of the situation but failing miserably. His hips jerk again. “Fuck… your hand feels too good.”

You keep making out with him messily, while you jerk him off nice and tight. Long strokes from base to tip, then quick, nasty ones focused on the head. Gojo’s thighs start trembling under you. His breathing is fucked up, little whimpers slipping out between kisses. You pull back just enough to watch his face. His cheeks are flushed, his eyes glassy and his lips swollen. God, he's beautiful.

“Gonna cum already?” you tease, speeding up your hand. Gojo bites his lip, trying to hold it together, but his cock is throbbing hard in your grip.

“Don’t stop- fuck.. please don’t stop,” he whines, forehead pressed to yours. The cocky bastard is actually begging now.

You kiss him again, swallowing every sound as you stroke him faster. Gojo’s whole body suddenly goes rigid. His abs flex hard and he lets out this desperate moan right into your mouth.

He squirts.

Hard.

Clear fluid shoots out of his cock in messy, pulsing jets, splashing all over your hand, his own chest and your thigh. It just keeps coming while you keep jerking him through it, milking every drop. Gojo is shaking, moaning like he’s losing his mind, hips jerking uncontrollably as he makes a complete mess.

You don’t stop until he’s twitching and oversensitive, whimpering softly against your lips.

When you finally slow down, he’s panting, face buried in your neck, body still trembling from the aftershocks.

“Fuck…” he rasps, voice hoarse. A weak, breathless laugh escapes him. “I made such a fucking mess.”

You kiss the side of his head, still slowly stroking his spent cock.

“Yeah, you did,” you whisper. “And we’re not even done yet.”

Gojo shivers, but there’s a lazy, satisfied grin on his face when he looks up at you.

“Haah... I like the sound of that.”

[torumuse]

✰ nerd!toru loves watching you break trying to study while he fucks you

tags: smut :: cockwarming :: slightly mean toru :: popular!reader :: fem reader

You're already seated on Satoru lap at his desk with his thick cock buried to the hilt inside your dripping cunt. Your skirt is bunched up around your waist, panties long discarded on the floor.

His arms cage you against the textbook, one hand lazily resting on your thigh while the other flips a page like this is just another normal tutoring session. Except it's not.

You're full—achingly throbbing full and every tiny shift of your hips makes his length twitch deep inside you.

"Focus princess," Satoru murmurs right against your ear, voice low and teasing. His glasses are perched on his nose, a smirk already playing on his lips. "Commerce Clause. Explain it properly and I'll reward you."

You whimper, nails digging into the edge of the desk. The stretch is overwhelming—his cock so deep, pressing against every sensitive spot, your walls fluttering uselessly around him. "Satoru...I can't—fuck, you're so big like this. How am I supposed to..?"

"By thinking." he cuts in, blunt as ever. He flexes his hips just enough to nudge deeper, making you gasp, back arching. "Come on. Article I, Section 8. What does it let Congress do?"

Your mind is blank, drowned in the feeling of being stuffed. "It regulates...shit—interstate commerce?" The words come out shaky and breathy.

"Too vauge, come on princess you can do better,” he chuckles, rewarding your half assed answer with a slow, deliberate roll of his hips. The drag of his cock against your slick walls pulls a broken moan from your throat. "Heart of Atlanta Motel v. United States. Full explanation too."

You squirm on his lap, trying desperately to stay still, but your cunt clenches hard around him. "It..it was about public accommodations and ahh—civil rights. Congress could regulate it because.. because of interstate travel..?"

"There. Much better," he praises. One hand slides up under your shirt, palming your breast and rolling your nipple between his fingers. "You're dripping all over me already princess..falling apart so easily. Next tell me the due Process. Fifth and Fourteenth."

"I-I know that," you pant, head tipping back against his shoulder. His cock throbs inside you, hot and heavy, stretching you open. "It protects against government depriving life, liberty, or property without due process of law."

He groans softly, finally giving you a shallow thrust. "Atta girl..my smart girl. Feel that? Your greedy little cunt is sucking me in.."

His free hand drifts down, fingers finding your swollen clit and circling slowly. "Keep going. Strict scrutiny. When does it apply?"

The quiz turns torturous. Every correct answer earns a thrust that leaves you craving more and every wrong answer gets you a harsh tug on your nipples.

You were trying, like really trying—but his cock is too much. "Satoru, please move—I can't take it anymore."

"Wrong answer," he teases, but he had also began losing his own cool. He grips your hips with both hands and starts fucking up into you properly. Deep, measured strokes that make the desk rattle. "You were supposed to be studying law, not creaming on my dick. Look at that baby, dripping all over me."

"Shut up," you moan, but there’s no heat in it. You push back against him, taking him deeper. "Oh god, right there."

He groans when you clenched around him as he begins picking up speed. The wet slap of skin on skin fills the room, his balls smacking against your ass with every thrust.

You sob, your eyes rolling back as pure bliss consumes you. "Ahh, 'toru I'm gonna.."

"Not yet," he orders, halting his thrusts as you whine, hips squirming desperately. His fingers keep teasing your clit, keeping you right on the edge. "One more princess, the equal protection Clause. Get it right and you can cum."

Tears of frustration and pleasure prick your eyes as you think, desperate to be right. '"Equal protection..under the law..no discrimination based on—fuck, I can't Satoru please."

He grins, "That's okay princess, at least you tried."

He picks up his pace once more, fucking you hard and relentless, brutal thrusts that have you crying. "Just like that..fuck—milk me baby."

Your orgasm crashes over you hard, walls spasming wildly around him as you moan his name. Satoru keeps pounding through it, chasing his own release with filthy praise spilling from his lips.

"Good girl.."

A whimper slips from him as he twitches, filling you up completely. "What'd you say princess..let's see if you know your stuff about actus reus and mens rea yeah?"

"Oh God, kill me."

© torumuse . est . '26 . no plagiarism or stealing

[hervanillabby]

ᕱᕱ ྀི. getting to the hangout on time? not with suguru!

you stood in front of the mirror, taking in your finished look after preparing to go out with some of your friends. you were adjusting your skirt when you heard the door open with a slight creak, your boyfriend’s reflection appearing in the mirror. deep and dark purple eyes fixed on your figure all dolled up with an infatuated expression. the one that made your stomach churn with need— but, you attempt to look past it.

finally acknowledging his presence, you ask, “hi sugu. how do i look?”

his footsteps grew closer as he walked up behind you. his fingers crawled onto your waist, holding you flush against him as he rested his head on your shoulder. you got goosebumps across your skin as he fully drank in the sight of you before his lips grazed your shoulder. “beautiful, angel.” he muttered as he pecked up your neck, earning a small gasp from you. “my pretty baby.”

you felt your cheeks grow hot as you watched his hand slowly slip beneath your top through the mirror. his breath lingered on your skin as his gentle touch trailed up to your breast. his teeth grazed your neck softly biting down, and licking the area to soothe the ache. he squeezed your breasts as you squirmed against him with weak protests “suguru -ah- .. we can’t, i have somewhere to be soon..”

“focus on me right now.” he hummed in response, as he kissed along your jawline. his free hand turned your head towards him, forcing you to stare into his almond eyes. didn’t take much honestly.

he latched his lips onto yours, pulling you into a passionate kiss. he took your sensitive bud in between his fingers, rolling it around as his tongue licked the cherry gloss off your lips. whining into his mouth, slick quickly seeped through your panties, and your hands wrapped around his neck, pulling him closer and absorbing his larger body’s warmth.

before you knew it, he effortlessly lifted you off the floor and sat you on the bed, immediately gnawing on your neck. he crept his hand underneath your skirt, rubbing against your pussy through your panties. you threw your head back, whimpering pathetically from his touch.

“look at you. already soaking wet for me.” he taunted. “so cute. so, so , so cute.”

he pushed your panties aside before pressing his thumb against your clit, rubbing circles. you cry, your inner thighs clenched as you wriggled restlessly under his contact. one thumb quickly became two fingers teasing your wet folds lewd noises filling the room. that is, until an aggravating ring played.

your friend was calling — probably to check up on your location. you abruptly held suguru’s wrists still, panting profusely. “ sugu, baby, i need to get going!”

“right. right. sorry for delaying.” he said as he leaned back, letting you fix yourself up. he brought his slicked soaked fingers into his mouth, licking up every drop. you grew hot at the sight, but quickly turned your head before you got caught up in this again. you grabbed your phone, purse and keys before suguru called out.

“don’t keep me waiting too long.”

not proofread omg im so tired its 3am

@vikabride

[blushryo]

ace of hearts ❤︎

volleyballer satoru & his crush on volleyballer reader ⊹ fem!shy!reader ⋮ fluff ＼ 1.1k words → set in highschool modern au

✉️ ྀི ៸៸៸ not sure if i shld make another part with their date so lmk down in the comments + don't forget to leave a like & subscribe ♪( ´▽｀)

⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀volleyballer satoru is the captain and setter of the jujutsu high's boys' volleyball team, an exemplary, well-rounded player and a formidable opponent that can sniff out a player's weakness in just one set. he hasn't earned his title of 'the strongest' for no good reason — he trains harder than anyone else on the team and never loses sight of what it is he wants to be which is the best player in japan.

⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀volleyballer satoru is the most popular player amongst the team — known for his charming looks and flirtatious attitude. girls and guys alike are always flocking towards him, fawning over him and cheering him on in every match he plays in. and rest assured, he relishes in all the attention he gets. even gloating to his teammates about how much he gets flirted with on the daily!

⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀volleyballer satoru is taken to the girls' volleyball match one day. he hasn't ever been to one till now — not by choice but he'd always just been so busy with training or their matches would clash with the boys'. though this time around, his best friend shoko, had been incredibly insistent on coming here because she wanted to ogle at her newfound crush . . and cause she didn't want to go alone, she had dragged him along with her.

⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀volleyballer satoru is instantly captivated by you — the team's outside hitter who seems to have a massive fire burning deep inside you. you're incredibly aggressive, nothing like he's ever seen before（even daring to give sukuna, their libero, a run for his money!）each time you spike, the ball hits the ground with a thud that echoes across the whole court, so loud that he swears he can feel the vibrations from the impact inside his body.

⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀𓏲ּꪆ ࿐ throughout the rest of the match, he only has eyes for you. watching the way you smash the ball on the court with such ferocity and screaming so boisterously at every win; the way you're hyping up all your teammates with this aggressiveness that comes off as intimidating to the opponents but not to your team who are just as riled up as you are; the way your eyes are blazing with this fire that can even be felt all the way from the stands where he sits. he is so taken with you from that day forward.

⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀volleyballer satoru keeps sneaking peeks of you in practice. and you are just as much of a beast in practice as you are in a match. he found out that you're the captain just like he is and despite your aggressive playing style, you are an incredibly supportive leader. sure, you scold them when they make a mistake or if someone is slacking off but it's always followed up with advice and constructive feedback. he just feels himself admiring you more and more with each passing day.

⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀volleyballer satoru finally plucks up the courage one day to talk to you after your practice. he's been peeking for so long, he's practically got your team's routine and practice timings memorised. he waits until you walk out of the gym, waving goodbye to your friends and so he thinks this is the perfect time to approach you！

⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀𓏲ּꪆ ࿐ "hiya." he greets you with that sweet smile of his. and honestly, he'd been preparing himself for you to be rather boyish or brash with him, considering your playing style on the court. but this wasn't at all what he was expecting . .

⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀𓏲ּꪆ ࿐ your eyes go slightly wide as he stands in front of you, like a deer in headlights. he sees you clutching on to your bag a little bit tigher as you say in a soft voice, "hiya."

⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀volleyballer satoru feels his heart flutter upon hearing your voice — so soft, so shy, and so sweet. nothing like he'd expected. a sweet girl like you that looks like she's going to massacre her opponents on the court? who spikes the ball so hard, there is a possibility it could explode from the sheer impact? yeah . . he wasn't expecting this at all but he just feels himself falling for you tenfold.

⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀𓏲ּꪆ ࿐ "i saw your match the other day." he leans against the pillar, trying to act all cool and sauve though it's just a rouse to hide the fact that he feels like his knees feel like jello right now. "i thought you were super cool. you're a scary player . . in a good way, of course!" he mentally face palms himself at that.

⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀𓏲ּꪆ ࿐ "oh, thank you." you smile at him, so cute and so kind. he prays his legs don't give out on him. "well . ." he clears his throat as he tries to find the proper words. "i think you're really cool. super pretty too," his cheeks flush when he says that, now avoiding eye contact with you. "so i was hoping if it'd be alright with you if we hung out sometime."

⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀𓏲ּꪆ ࿐ you're quiet for a few moments, blinking up at him in shock. like he'd said something utterly ridiculous. oh gosh, he feels like a total idiot now — maybe you were already dating someone! i mean, how could you not be? or maybe you think he's a total creep for coming up to you like this? maybe he should have done this differently? before he lets his thoughts consume him, you reply softly, ". . like a date?"

⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀𓏲ּꪆ ࿐ you're batting your lashes at him so prettily, a shy expression on your face. he clutches his shirt in an attempts to slow down his beating heart, but that's impossible when you look so cute! "if that's okay with you." he says, holding out his phone for you so that you can put your number in. and you take it, putting in your number and saving yourself in his contacts with a cute ">__<" besides your name.

⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀volleyballer satoru does his best to keep his composure as you walk away, waving at him shyly as you go and reunite with your friends who seem to have been watching the whole thing unfold. he hears you giggling along with them, catching one more look at him before you leave with them. he finally lets him fall to the ground, clutching his heart as his face flushes a bright pink. oh man, you were already making him feel so giddy!

PUBLISHED BY BLUSHRYO 2026 ♥︎

[sugurusbeloved]

⠀⠀୭ ˖ nerd!jo keeps using your sex toys !⠀ˎˊ˗

the concept of "personal property" is foreign to your roommate. what belongs to him and what belongs to you simply does not exist in the vocabulary of his.

so when you enter your shared apartment after a grueling nine-hour shift, you already recognize the rhythmic buzz echoing down the hallway. it’s the exact same sound you’ve confronted him about three times this month.

you march down the carpeted hallway and throw the bedroom door wide, not even bothered to knock because he certainly didn’t ask permission to breach your space.

and there he is, your thoroughly infuriating, completely shameless roommate, sprawled across your duvet with those absurdly long, pale legs monopolizing the entire mattress. his glasses are askew on his face, the lenses clouded from his own ragged gasps as he rubs your favourite wand's head against his sensitive cockhead—smearing his sticky pre-cum all over.

“gojo!” you snap, your delivery flat and dripping with unadulterated irritation. "you are doing it again?!"

he lacks even the basic decency to look up from his own groin, refusing to acknowledge your presence at the foot of your bed. his chest heaves under an oversized anime t-shirt, hips giving a needy little twitch as the rattle of the motor continues to pleasure his nerve endings. he rolls his head back into your pillows, letting out a shaky, wet moan that sounds nearly pornographic.

“shh… wait a sec,” he pants, his voice thick and raspy; a world apart from his typically fast-talking cadence that usually annoys the shit out of you. “i'm almost there. don’t be mad, it just… it feels so much better than my hands…”

you’ve had the boundary talks. you’ve threatened to lock your door (which he can bypass anyway). you’re tired, your feet hurt, and the audacity of him sitting in your room, treating your personal drawer like his own candy shop without an ounce of shame, makes your blood boil.

you stride over to the bed, and before his overstimulated brain can register the sudden movement, you reach down and wrench his hand away from his grip, sending the toy clattering onto the floorboards.

“hey!” he whines, a petulant, spoiled-brat pout instantly forming on his lips as his eyes finally dart up to yours. “i was literally right there! c’mon, that’s just cruel—”

unable to tolerate his dumb whining a second longer, you drop to your knees beside the mattress and clamp your hand around the bottom of his cock with intentional force. before he can even puff at the sudden restriction of his blood flow, you raise your other hand to land a stinging slap directly across the pink flesh of his tip with a loud smack!

satoru gasps, his spine arching off beautifully as his body spasms from the impact. his vivid blue eyes are now blown wide, blinking rapidly behind his spectacles while a miserable whimper spills from his plush lips. "do you think you can just use my things because you are too lazy to buy your own?"

​to penalize his arrogance further, ensuring the lesson sinks into his imbecile brain, you squeeze your thumb and forefinger around the tender skin beneath the swollen mushroom head and pinch, using enough force to guarantee a lasting red mark.

the reaction is instantaneous. the agony of the nip, combined with another slap across his aching dick, pushes his nervous system into overload. satoru releases a startled shriek, his hips thrashing desperately as he tries to wrench his hips away from your horrific grip, thighs jerking against the sheets in a futile attempt to escape the blinding pain.

​but your hands are unrelenting, and the torment only accelerates the climax. his cock throbs spastically as if its trying to communicate something using morse code before he erupts.

thick, pearly ropes of cum shoot straight up, splattering across his own flat stomach and the hem of his shirt, dripping down the pale skin of his abs.

“oh god—” he groans, voice cracking as his upper body collapses back into the pillows, the sudden impact knocking his glasses off his nose to land sideways on the mattress. he looks like a total wreck; his mouth hanging open, a thin strand of saliva bridging his lips as he stares up at you with dazed, dilated pupils that consume his baby blue irises.

even as the intense peak subsides, his hips give one final, weak roll against your hand, and he possesses the sheer nerve to smile—a lazy, unrepentant smirk forming on his stupidly handsome face.

“do… do that again,” he whispers, breathless and shameless as ever, cocking his head like an overly enthusiastic bunny. “slap it again for me..?”

[sugurusbeloved]

+18 giving head to nerdjo

nerdjo’s glasses slip down his nose as he stares at you between his knees, mouth already running even while you’re bobbing on his cock.

“fuckkk, that’s so good—shit, wait, did you know that like… most guys only last like five minutes with head? which is, y’know, kind of embarrassing considering the male refractory period—”

his words stutter when you swallow around his sensitive tip, spit dripping down your chin. “ohhh god, that’s—that’s definitely less than five minutes for me.”

your tongue presses under his tip and he whines, still running his mouth.

“ahhh—shit, did you also know semen actually has fructose in it? it’s literally nature’s energy drink—ohhh your tongue—wait, don’t stop—” his whimpers comes out shaky, hand twitching like he wants to push your head down but can’t decide if it’s rude.

you take him deeper, throat tightening, and he slaps a shaky hand over his mouth, eyes rolling back behind his lenses. he tries to muffle a moan but it comes out anyway, high and desperate.

“o-okay, uh—science says sucking dick releases oxytocin—bonding hormone, y’know? so technically, we’re like… getting closer right now.”

you hum around him in agreement and he gasps, words spilling faster. “shitshitshit, baby, your throat’s so warm—ahhh, oh god, wait, I’m serious, I’m—”

he breaks off with a choked moan, cock twitching as he shoots thick cum across your tongue, still babbling about “increased intimacy” while you swallow every drop.

[onlyfanfictasies]

how you like your men, dominant and submissive

one day toji was fixing your car, for what? no idea but you know he looks good doing it.

“done staring ma?” you snap out of your traze. “wasn’t staring..” “you were, what do you need?” he pulls something and throws it on the ground his eyes looking down at the inside of your car hood.

you shake your head and he smirks, “think someone is calling you” you hum and nod and flee from the scene to the living room.

it’s your best friend, you answer the phone. “hello?” “heyy girl, we still going to that club?” you hum and peak into the garage from the hallway and whisper. “yeah, not that we’re doing anything bad just.. keep it down.” you chuckle nervously. “toji gets jealous sometimes.. though it’s totally hot-“ “totally not.”

you scoff and roll your eyes. “whatever, it makes it harder for me to go out to party-“ “party?” you groan and hang up when you hear a deep voice, obviously from your fiancé toji.

“no..” he raises his eyebrow and walks up to you and plops down on the couch with a squeak looking up at you. “you leaving me baby?” he squints his eyes his voice deep, his lips poked out, not mad but controlled, he looks so—

you quickly shake your head then he pats his lap and you sit on one thick thigh. his hands rest on your waist “so why you going to a party, ‘n you not telling me bout it?” he looks at you up and down, slowly.

you wince and shrink down, your shoulders tense. “relax ma, I ain’t mad just disappointed.” you look into his eyes, then put your finger on his chin tilting his head up he’s smiling, black marks on his stretched out tank top which absolutely makes him reek of gasoline and on top of that he’s all sweaty. “why do you look so… good.” he smirks and raises eyebrow “what?” “like so.. attractive, when your being assertive, or.. or even fixing my broken down car.”

he scoffs and chuckles and then kisses your collarbone. wrapping your legs around his waist he puts his big rough hands around the nape of your neck pulling you down. your eyes shift quickly, though you’ve been together for over 5 years you still get so nervous.

“because.. I’m toji.” he winks and pulls you in for a kiss his other hand on your waist squeezing. you breathe heavier as he doesn’t let you pull back for air.

your lips sliding off of each other he tilts his head giving him more room to play with you. this kiss feels more like a punishment then just passion, even though his kisses are always so damn passionate.

you whimper and he slows down letting you adjust, making you think that you have control, your nails find his shoulders to dig your nails as you push yourself up further on his lap. he slips his tongue through your already swollen lips, sucking harder he wraps his tongue around yours perfectly not rushed, pulling but definitely not to hard.

your hands wrap his neck feeling his veiny muscular neck, that alone makes you moan. finally he pulls back with a loud pop! and a string of saliva following right after. you gasp for air and breathe heavily “f..fuck” your at a lost of words

“still wanna go to that party?”

you look down and shake your head, he smirks and you nuzzle your face in his neck while he’s rubbing your back. “text her and tell her that then.”

just how you like your men, dominant and submissive.

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