[kendymaycry]

when his cock is a little too big to fit all the way between your lips the very first time you ever feel brave enough to try and suck him off so he holds your mouth open with his thumb while slipping inside and dragging the biggest thing you've ever had in your mouth across your warm and wet tongue

[sugurusbeloved]

people always told satoru had the hands of a pianist—long fingers and elegant bones made for gliding across ivory keys. whenever the elders or casual acquaintances brought it up, he’d just lean back, flash his signature, self-satisfied grin, and say "i always put them into good use."

now, those same lengthy fingers were stuffed inside you, flexing and spreading your cunt into a brutal V-shape. he already has three fingers buried past the knuckle, hooking them hard against your front wall with every furious pump. meanwhile, his other hand drifts down, thoroughly coating his thumb with your sweet juices to sink the wet pad into your puckered asshole, fingering you on both ends until you can't do anything but sob out his name.

[kamorbitz]

'•.¸♡ pervy best friend!choso pt2

pervy best friend!choso who thinks you're his lucky charm and wants you to sit in his lap while he plays video games. while you're perched on his thighs with his arms on either side of you, he kisses your neck and nibbles on your ear as his fingers fiddle with his controller. when he wins a game he'll turn your face towards him and give you a peck on the lips, calling it a 'celebratory kiss'.

pervy bestfriend!choso who insists on coming with you whenever you want to buy lingerie - a second opinion is always useful right? he'll pick out a set in your favourite colour and wait for you outside the dressing room. once you're out, you give him a quick twirl bending down and shaking your ass a little. he'll come up behind you to help you 'adjust your bra strap', but really it's to feel your plush ass against his dick. you know exactly what he's doing and push back against him, grinding softly against his growing erection. when he coughs out a groan, you feign innocence, asking him sweetly if he's okay.

pervy bestfriend!choso who takes advantage of the fact that you become extremely affectionate when you're sleepy. whenever you go over to his place and end up sleeping over, you cuddle him tightly, wrapping your arms around his neck and throwing one of your legs over his own. choso feels his cock strain against the fabric of his boxers as you wiggle against him in an atempt to get comfortable, feeling your tits pressed against his arm and the warmth of your pussy against his thigh.

pervy bestfriend!choso who can't believe his luck when he looks over too see that the strap of your tank top has fallen all the way down and exposed your bare breasts. He stares as your tits rise and fall as you breathe, basically inviting him to suck on them. He leans down to watch your nipples harden and his mouth is on them in seconds. I mean, how could he possibly resist? Choso's eyes are half-lidded as he swirls his tongue around your bud, his spit coating every inch of your nipple.

pervy bestfriend!choso who is too focused on your chest to notice that you've been awake the whole time, watching him groan as he sucks your nipple passionately. Choso only realises you're awake when your hand travels to his hair and you start running your fingers through his thick strands.

pervy bestfriend!choso whose face is flushed in embarassment as he tries to explain why he was latched to your nipple just seconds ago but immediately shuts up when he feels your hand start to caress his bulge.

pervy bestfriend!choso who can't believe he might actually get to fuck you.

a/n: pt 3 is out!

[kamorbitz]

'•.¸♡ pervy best friend!choso

pervy best friend!choso who takes any oppurtunity to touch you. if he needs to get past you, he'll grab your waist and move you himself instead of saying excuse me. if you're upset or in need of comfort, he brings you in for a hug and holds you as tightly against him as he can so he can feel your tits press against his chest. of course his main goal is to help you feel better, but he'd never miss the chance to have your body against his.

pervy best friend!choso who comes over as soon as he can with painkillers and your favourite snacks when you tell him you're on your period. he carries you back up to your room whilst gently rubbing your back to soothe you. choso is the most warm blooded person you know, so you ask him to lay down in your bed with you so he can be your life sized hot water bottle. you practically climb on top of him once he's there and are quickly lulled to sleep by the warmth of his body. once you're asleep he adjusts your position so that your pussy is sat directly on top his bulge. he'll slowly grind up into you, groaning softly as you snore quietly into his shoulder.

pervy best friend!choso who eyes your cleavage whenever you're in a revealing top. when you're studying together he snatches your pencil case away and holds it behind him so you have to lean over to get it back from him, practically shoving your tits in his face in the process. choso especially loves it when you wear a tank top with no bra and your perfect nipples poke through. he wants nothing more than to pull your top down, close his mouth around your nipple and suck on them until he cums.

pervy best friend!choso has an entire folder full of pictures of you. he sneaks photos of you innocently eating bananas, sucking on ice lollies or licking ice cream and makes a mental note to jerk off to it later. sometimes he'll drop something on the floor and ask you to pick it up for him, just to have you on your knees in front of him. he snaps a picture of you the exact moment you look up at him, imagining that you're sucking him off. when choso gets home he scrolls through the photos as he strokes himself, picturing his cock is in your mouth instead and that it's his tip you're sucking on so sweetly.

pervy best friend!choso who likes taking you on long road trips with his friends even though the car doesn't have enough space for you. you have no choice but to sit in his lap with his hands tightly holding your hips to keep you steady. if you're wearing a skirt he'll slowly lift it higher and higher, until your panty clad pussy is right on top of his dick. choso takes advantage of the speed bumps and potholes, thrusting up into you at the same time the car bounces.

pervy best friend!choso who has no idea that you're aware of everything he's doing and that you enjoy it even more just as much as he does.

omg i need him

[kamorbitz]

'*•.¸♡ life with pda obssesed boyfriend! choso

pda obsessed!choso who is always looking for an excuse to kiss you. he'll wrap his arms around your waist and kiss your shoulders, your neck, and even your arms and hands if you aren't using them. he'll do it even as you're checking out your groceries at the supermarket, ignoring the disgusted stares of the cashier and other customers.

pda obsessed!choso who will pull you to sit on his lap when you're hanging out with your group of friends. he loves to rub circles into your hips or your thighs and stare up at you while you talk to everyone else, completely enamoured by your beauty. the second you're done talking he'll lean up and shamelessly make out with you, tongue and all. he'll make out with you for as long as he likes and doesn't care that he's pulled you out of an active conversation.

pda obsessed!choso who walks with his hand in the back pocket of your jeans because he loves the feeling of your ass rubbing against his hand. he doesn't take his hand away even when you stop walking and stand still to check your phone and instead gropes and squeezes your butt with both hands. you try and push him away out of embarassment but his grip is too strong so you just let him squeeze to his hearts content.

pda obsessed!choso puts his arms around your shoulders and gropes your tits while you wait in queues. he does it so often that you hardly even notice when he slides his hands into your bra and starts squeezing. it's only when he begins rolling your nipple between his fingers that you squeal and slap his hand away, and he switches to kissing your exposed skin instead.

pda obssesed!choso just wants to touch you constantly. whether it be holding your hand, petting your head or groping you, he's happy as long as his hands are on you.

a/n: this is my first tumblr post so i hope its good lol

[superhoeva]

one last time.

one last night.

one last fuck, to be more exact, between you and vacation!price before the world and callings from home forced you back into the unforgiving grips reality… work and grocery shopping and paying bills. all the things john swears he would very much pay someone else to do for you while he’s paused mid-thrust. belly rising and falling against your back as he huffs out the gruff promises. flexing himself inside you at the same time he grabs for handfuls of your sides. palms hungry.

a thick sound grunts out of you when john collapses on top of you, his cock slicks the remaning veined legnth inside you. you curse, eyes trying not to roll when the man readjusts, somehow sinking himself deeper, head nudging against a place that warms you well past the capabilities of the setting sun.

“oh, my g-god.” you gasp. and then gasp again, reaching but failing to grab onto something as his beard drags along the skin of your shoulder.

“i mean it, dove. give y’anything ya like. get ya set up real nice. a house. dog. whatever you want… jus’ come home with me.” john’s vows come out low, just at the shell of your ear. in between each sentence, a long, dragged-out drive of his hips. always concluded with a smacking of his sack, heavy with need, and a squeezing of john’s embrace around your shivering, sweaty figure. he’s holding you like you’re already his. as if you’ve already agreed to leaving all you know by replacing it with him. john fucks you the same way, raw and sticky skin and to pattern of silent claims. “and just think… we can do this every night, ’n then some. keep y’nice ’n full. drunk on me, yeah?”

with blurred vision, you mumble and nod. drunk on him. drunk on the way he’s fucking you from behind, smushing you under him. drunk on the very recent memory of how you sucked him until he painted your mouth, then the feeling of his fingers swiping against your swollen lips to rub in the thick seed. drunk on the pants at your ear and the cream you can feel forming a ring at the base of john’s cock. drunk on the possibility of feeling like this again and again.

tears in your eyes, you clench at the building of hot pressure that has you barely able to breathe. john’s really taking you now. less rambly and more focused, hips striking your ass, pumping inside you with deep desperation. he’s got you pinned and closer enough to wail at how his weight won’t let you do anything but take it.

“ah… f-fuck. go-gonna come again… i–john…” your croaks tug a smirk at the man's lips.

“s'alright. go ‘head ’n come if it’s a yes, dove.”

with a croak, you gush and cry around john, who’s already wondering what color to paint the bedroom.

[messsssmer]

"Whimsy" is truly a wretched term. What maketh thee so carefree?

[fireknightqueelign]

thy mother

[messsssmer]

Art thou for fucking real

[silverlullabies]

[shout out to @konigs-lover who sent me this nsfw artwork which possessed me early this morning.]

Imagine König’s massive frame wedged tight under a crumbling broken section of wall, gear snagged, shoulders jammed at an awkward angle, lower body stuck helplessly on the other side of the wall, voice gone hoarse from shouting for help. Any second now, someone would find him. A teammate. A friendly. Anyone.

Fingers brushing his hips. Relief crashing through him. “Ja- here! I’m stuck, pull me- ”

The hands didn’t pull tho. What they did was slid lower, hook into his waistband, and yank, pants and underwear dragging down in one rough motion, catching briefly on the thick muscle of his thighs before his cock sprang free into the cool air, heavy and already half hard from adrenaline an the awkward position.

“What- ?”

A soft, warm palm wrapped around him, fingers stretching wide around the girth of his cock, stroking, thumb dragging slow over the flushed head and smearing the bead of precum that had already gathered.

König jerki no hard, trying to twist away, but the wall held him fast as the hand continued squeezing, stroking again, almost curious.

Then came the press of thighs.

Soft. Delicate. Trembling faintly as they bracketed his own powerful legs, hand wrapping around his cock and the head nudging against a cunt before sinking down slow, tight heat splitting wider and wider around his cock. Every inch was a struggle. He could feel the way your walls fluttered and fought the intrusion, the burn, the way you had to rock and twist to take more of him.

His cock was too thick, too long, and your were forcing it anyway. The head popped past the tightest ring and you kept going, thighs trembling violently, soft gasps turning into bitten off whimpers as you sank lower, lower, until your ass was flush against him and he was buried to the hilt in scorching, clenching heat that felt like it was trying to strangle his cock.

König’s head cracked against the stone. A guttural, broken groan tore out of his chest.

“Scheiße- you’re- hnnngh- too fucking tight- ”

You started moving, rolled tour hips in desperate, greedy circles, using his stuck body like a toy they’d found. Every drag of that impossibly tight cunt up his length made his vision white out. Every time you dropped back down, takin him all over again, the wet, filthy sound of it echoed in the narrow space.

Your thighs shook harder as you fucked themselves on him harder, faster, chasing something.

He couldn’t stop it.

Couldn’t thrust. Couldn’t pull out. Could only stand there, pinned and used, while some faceless stranger took what they wanted from his cock. His balls were drawn up tight, cock throbbing violently inside that squeezing heat, leaking steadily with every clench. He could feel you getting wetter, slicker, the mess dripping down his shaft and onto his thighs.

“Hör auf- stop- I’ll- fuck- I’m gonna- ”

You didn’t stop, only rode him harder, cunt fluttering and spasming around the thick intrusion like you were getting off on how much it hurt, how much it shouldn’t fit. König’s growls turned ragged, voice cracking behind the wall. His hips jerked uselessly, trying to buck you off, trying to thrust deeper despite himself, and every failed movement only made the tight heat grip him harder.

He was close.

Humiliatingly, terrifyingly close- cock pulsing, thighs shaking, trapped and used and unable to do a single fucking thing about it.

[nightunite]

Love waking up on my birthday to this, happy bday to meeeeeeee

[liakisses]

accidentally walking in on trueform!sukuna ✿⁠⋆˚࿔

mdni ✿⁠ smut

wc 1749

“Drop these off in Master Sukuna’s chambers,” Uraume instructed, handing you a stack of dark red linens. “Place them on the low table when you walk in.”

“Okay,” you nodded as you accepted the stack of silks. You chose not to comment on the way Uraume wiped their hands on their robes after your hands briefly brushed. 

“Should I knock or just walk in?”

“He shouldn’t be there right now, so just walk in. He’s attending to personal matters. If he is there, stay silent and keep your head down,” said Uraume, lips etched into a permanent half-scowl. 

Although they had never said it out loud, everyone knew that Uraume put Sukuna high above everyone else, followed by themself and then all the servants.

“Of course,” you nodded again, nervous to be sent off into Sukuna’s chambers.

You, along with most of the servants, did your best to stay as far away from him as possible. Keep to yourself, stay out of the way, and do your best to get by.

You’d never even dared enter his private wing of the estate. 

“And remember,” Uraume’s voice snapped you out of your thoughts. “No matter what you do, do not disturb him.”

You’d barely stepped out of the doorway before you heard Uraume scolding another meek servant, already moved onto the seemingly never ending to-do list they filled their days with. 

Sliding the door shut behind you, you nervously made your way across the estate. The further you went, the more sparse the servants were, and you only prayed that Sukuna wasn’t there.

It wasn’t a secret that he preferred to be alone. No personal servants, besides Uraume, of course, no advisors, no concubines, not even any family.

Those who dared try to impose themselves on his life often ended up with a few less limbs than the average person. 

Your footsteps seemed to echo through the silent hallway. You had finally arrived just outside his bedroom and there wasn’t another soul in sight. 

Swallowing your nerves, you tilted your head downward and opened the door. 

You stood still in the doorway. 

Recalling Uraume’s orders, you kept your eyes trained on your feet until you were sure nobody was going to yell at you or kill you on the spot. 

You finally walked two steps over to the mahogony table and quietly set down the linens. 

Now what? Just leave?

The silence seemed ever consuming. 

Clearly nobody was in the room, it wouldn’t hurt to take a peek, would it?

Wrong. 

You lifted your head up just enough to sweep your eyes over the expanse of the room. 

Large desk, large bed, and–oh, fuck.

Sukuna, right in the middle of the bed, staring at you as he held his cocks in his hands.

Two?

You couldn’t help your eyes from widening, mouth dropped open in a little ‘o’ shape as you processed what you were seeing. 

Clearly, your instincts needed sharpening to allow you to just openly gape at Sukuna. 

It was just so hard to look away from the way he used both of his right hands to stroke himself. 

Two cocks stacked on top of each other, each one thick and dripping. 

He wasn’t stopping, even with your staring, and you realize he must’ve just been waiting for you to get the hell out of there. 

You must have been staring for a while, because his scoff suddenly snapped you out of your thoughts. 

“Are you just going to stand there gawking?” He asked, voice low and annoyed. 

“N-no! Sorry,” you quickly corrected yourself, bowing your head as you rushed to leave the room. 

You turned as fast as you could, hoping he’d decide to let you keep all your limbs if you got out quick enough. 

Just as you were a step away from the door, his voice called out to you.

“I didn’t say you could leave.”

That’s it. This was the end.

You paused in the doorway and hesitantly turned around, eyes once again trained on the ground. 

“Did someone send you here, or did you wander in all on your own?”

You swallowed. “Uraume sent me to deliver some fabrics.”

“Look up when I’m speaking to you,” he commanded.

You lifted your head up, eyes trained on his face so as to not watch the hypnotizing way he stroked himself. 

“That’s better,” he commented dryly, eyes not-so subtly looking you up and down before one corner of his mouth lifted up in a grin. “You didn’t seem to have a problem with it a few moments ago.”

“I apologize, Master Sukuna,” you said, ready to get down on your knees and pray for forgiveness if you needed to. “Please forgive me. I didn’t intend to intrude.”

“Hm,” the grin disappeared to be replaced by a neutral expression you couldn’t dissect. “Come here.”

Yup. Definitely the end. 

You stiffly walked across the room over to where he was sprawled out on his bed. He hadn’t let up his motions, palms dragging up and down and up and down repeatedly. 

“You just couldn’t help your curiosity, could you?” He asked, eyes taking a better look at you as you stood at the edge of his bed. “Stop shaking. If I wanted to kill you, you’d already be dead.”

As calming as the words should be, they didn’t do much to reassure you of your safety. 

He rolled his eyes, muttering under his breath, “So fragile.”

You stood there stiffly, only looking at his face as you nervously awaited your next instructions. 

He exhaled in frustration. 

“You very rudely interrupted me with your staring,” he said dryly. You opened your mouth to apologize again, but he cut you off before you had the chance. “Stop. You can help me to make up for it.”

You closed your mouth.

“How?”

He said nothing, simply nodding at his lower half with his chin. 

“What?” Your eyes widened, immediately understanding what he wanted your help with. “But–two!”

He raised an eyebrow. “That wasn’t an issue when you were gawking earlier.”

“Um,” you were at a loss for words, simultaneously embarrassed and scared for what was to happen. 

“Relax,” he huffed. “I’m not going to fuck you.”

That did nothing to help your nerves. 

You couldn’t deny he was attractive. Very, if you were being honest with yourself and the nights you shamefully let your hand slip under the waistband of your pants. It’s just that the attractiveness doesn’t cancel out the intimidation and the knowledge of the crimes he’s committed.

“Then what do you want?” You dared to finally ask. 

“Start by getting on the bed.”

You blinked, swallowing your pride and finally lifting yourself up on the plush mattress to sit yourself in between his massive legs. 

You looked at him for directions.

“You have two hands, use them.”

Breath hitching, you reached a tentative hand out to replace the one covering the cock closest to his stomach. The hand absolutely dwarfed yours. 

As you wrapped your hand around his length, you frowned as you realized it barely covered anything and one hand on each would do almost nothing. 

Everything about this man was huge. 

He must have sensed your thoughts, because he suddenly spoke in that low timbre. 

“It doesn’t matter.” Lidded eyes looked down at you. “Do what you can. You’ll have time to learn more later.”

You didn’t dwell on the words, giving an experimental stroke to his cock, flushed red and already leaking down over your hand. 

It was captivating. 

"They wont bite."

You didn’t waste any time before taking the other one out of his hand and starting to work it. 

You heard the amused chuckle rumble his chest above you, but it only encouraged you further.

Biting your lip, you squeezed both cocks gently as you moved your hands up and down in sync. 

Every twitch in your hands let you feel every thick vein running along the shafts, both cocks curved downward. 

Although you didn’t look away from the mesmerizing mess in your hand, you noticed the way his head started to tilt backwards from pleasure. 

You continued to pump them together, more precum spilling onto your fingers every time your fist lifted from the thick bases up to the tips. 

Not much longer later, his chest started to rise and fall in an irregular rhythm. 

He was even more attractive like this, you thought, eyes back up on his face instead of the warmth in your hands. 

You could tell he was keeping himself quiet on purpose. Eyes almost all the way shut, he still let out a few unsteady breaths and you clung onto those breathy sounds coming from his lips.

Everything about this was hypnotizing. 

From the way his cocks sat flushed and heavy in your hands to the tattooed muscles along his torso to the way he pretended not to be affected, you took all of it in and kept the memory for safekeeping. 

The warmth of him finally spilling into your hands snapped you out of your thoughts. You focused back on that, speeding up the friction on his cocks as he came on your fists. 

He hissed, head thrown back against the pillow as your movements spurred him on through his release.

You had a hard time tearing your eyes away from his face, his jaw clenched until the bottom half of his eyes looked down at you. 

“Good,” he decided. “Your curiosity is good for something.” 

You frowned, but didn’t dare complain to the King of Curses.

“Well?” He asked after a moment, and you sat there dumbfounded and unsure what he wanted you to do. “What now?”

“Are you just going to sit there like you want a turn, or are you going to clean yourself up?”

“Sorry.” You pulled your hands away like he burned you, face heating up in embarrassment. You looked around the room for something to clean your hands with. 

“Use those,” he added, pointing to the linens you originally brought in. 

“I just brought these in, though. They take so long to wash.” You sighed, slipping off the bed to use one to wipe your hands with. 

“You’ll have to go back to get some new ones, then,” he commented, two arms resting behind his head. 

You frowned at the thought of walking all the way there and back again. 

“Don’t look so sad,” he grinned, eyes shut again. 

“Next time you come back, i'll return the favor.”

✿⁠⋆˚࿔

[6x-x9]

ಇ.word count: 5.5k ಇ.art by: @!narutoss.ramen on X

ಇ.pairing: Nerd!Satoru x Nerd!Reader

ಇ.content & warnings: ꒰non canon au ⋮⋮ crack! ⋮⋮ reader & satoru are heavily inexperienced ⋮⋮ Satoru being annoying otp ⋮⋮ bad sexting ⋮⋮ masturbation m & f ⋮⋮ reader humps a pillow ⋮⋮ oral. fem rec ⋮⋮ loss of virginity ⋮⋮ p in v ⋮⋮ multi-orgasms ⋮⋮ c-pied ⋮⋮ cum eating ⋮⋮ kissing꒱

It had been a week. One whole week since the two of you had officially, undeniably, ridiculously become a couple. Your boyfriend. You still were not entirely sure how that word had ended up belonging to Satoru Gojo.

Sometimes you would be doing something completely ordinary. Brushing your teeth. Standing in line at the grocery store. Trying to decide what to eat for dinner. And your brain would suddenly go. Oh. Satoru is your boyfriend. Then you would have to stand there for a moment. Staring blankly at whatever was in front of you while your face slowly heated.

It was stupid. You had had boyfriends before. Technically. Well— Maybe not. Okay. No. Not really. But Satoru was different. Satoru was the person who had somehow gone from a complete stranger you met at a Doraemon expo, to the man whose name sat permanently pinned at the top of your messages.

Your Satoru. Your boyfriend. And apparently, according to him you were his girlfriend. He had started using the word like he had been waiting his entire life for permission. "My girl." "My girlfriend." "Angel." "Pretty girl." "My favourite person."

The first time he called you my girl over text you stared at the message for a solid thirty seconds before throwing your phone onto your bed. Then you picked it right back up. Then you reread it. Then you buried your face in your pillow.

Satoru meanwhile had apparently been having an equally profound experience. Because somewhere between the movie theater and the following morning he realized something terrifying. He had a girlfriend. Satoru Gojo had a girlfriend. Not a temporary fling. Not someone he met at a party and forgot the next morning. Not a stranger whose number would eventually disappear somewhere in the endless scroll of his phone.

You.

You were the person he could text when he woke up. The person he could send stupid memes to. The person who actually laughed at his jokes. The person who would tolerate him rambling about something obscure for twenty minutes because you genuinely wanted to hear him talk. And perhaps most importantly you were the person who had seen him at his most embarrassingly enthusiastic and somehow still wanted him afterward.

That last part had been sitting in his head a lot. More than he would ever admit. Because the thing was. Satoru had never really thought he would have this. Not in the way he had always secretly wanted it. Someone who wanted to know him. Someone who wanted to stay. Someone who would curl against him and laugh until her stomach hurt because he said something stupid. Someone who would look at him like he was something precious.

It made him feel almost unbearably lucky. Which was annoying. Because Satoru Gojo did not like feeling unbearably anything. Except apparently unbearably lucky. And unbearably horny.

That was becoming a problem too. A very significant problem.

It had been a couple weeks since that wild night in the bathroom stall at the movies. Your first real date. The way his hands had found you there. Inside you. The heat and the rush and the desperate way you both clung to each other after. Confirming everything. He was your boyfriend now. You were his girl. Satoru Gojo was a lucky boy because he did not think he would ever have a girlfriend. Someone to spend time with. Someone to share his jokes with and hear your pretty laugh in return.

That night after he came to the realization that he actually had his hands on you. Inside you. It had all been so surreal. And now the two of you had been constantly talking over text. Even sexting. Yeah. Sexting.

The first time it happened started innocently enough. He had just gotten out of the shower.

You were lying in bed. Half watching something on your laptop when your phone buzzed. You picked it up. A message from Satoru.

toru 🩵

showered

A smiled appeared on your face immediately, a big one, as your fingers clicked his message open and began typing.

you 🩷

congratulations?

Three dots appeared. Disappeared. Appeared again. Then—

toru 🩵

wow

toru 🩵

that's all i get

That made you giggle to yourself.

you 🩷

what do you want

His response took longer this time. Then your phone buzzed, a picture??? Why was he sending a picture right now, you took a sharp inhale.

And opened it. And immediately sat up. Satoru was standing in what looked like his dorm room, obviously. You've been there a couple of times to recognise the background. He was still wet. A towel hanging loosely around his neck. He wasn't smiling properly exactly. It was more of that lazy little half smirk he did when he knew precisely what he was doing. Your heart gave one stupid, traitorous little thump.

You stared. Then stared some more. Your nipples tightened under your shirt just from the sight of him like that. Fresh from the shower. Skin still warm and damp.

you 🩷

oh

His reply came instantly.

toru 🩵

oh?

You bit your lip, in anticipation

you 🩷

you look nice

toru 🩵

nice?

you 🩷

yes

toru 🩵

that's so romantic

You peered at your screen, then rolled your eyes.

you 🩷

shut up

toru 🩵

no no i'm listening

toru 🩵

tell me more about how nice i look

You could practically hear his voice. That amused teasing tone. Your pussy gave a slow warm throb as you typed.

you 🩷

your hair looks pretty

There was a pause. Longer this time. Then—

toru 🩵

pretty?

You sighed, then frowned.

you 🩷

yes

toru 🩵

you think i'm pretty?

Your cheeks warmed and there was heat pooling low in your belly now.

you 🩷

i didn't say that

toru 🩵

you literally did

you 🩷

i said your hair is pretty

toru 🩵

coward

You gasped... The audacity. No he did not.

you 🩷

excuse me?

toru 🩵

you heard me

You were smiling madly, not being able to help it anymore.

you 🩷

your hair is pretty

you 🩷

your face is pretty

you 🩷

happy now?

His answer took almost a full minute.

toru 🩵

very

Then another message.

toru 🩵

you should send me a picture too

You looked down at yourself. You were wearing an oversized shirt, it was nothing special. Nothing remotely seductive. Your hair was messy. You had not done anything to look pretty. But your body was already reacting. Skin tingling. Pussy getting slick just from talking to him.

you 🩷

i'm in bed

toru 🩵

i know

Your eyebrows lifted, a real psychic he is.

you 🩷

how?

toru 🩵

because you just told me

You laughed, and shook your head unbelievably.

you 🩷

idiot

toru 🩵

what are you wearing

Your smile faltered. Not because the question was shocking. It was just. Different. Your fingers hovered over the keyboard. Your nipples were hard now. Pressing against the soft fabric.

you 🩷

clothes

His response came immediately.

toru 🩵

wow

toru 🩵

incredibly specific

You pressed your lips together.

you 🩷

an oversized shirt

toru 🩵

whose?

You blinked.

you 🩷

mine

toru 🩵

boring 🙄

you 🩷

you're annoying

He didn't waste time sending the next message.

toru 🩵

take it off

Your stomach flipped, tf!? You stared at the words. A rush of shy heat flooded your face and between your legs.

you 🩷

...why?

The three dots appeared.

toru 🩵

curiosity

Another message.

toru 🩵

scientific research 😇

You laughed so suddenly you had to cover your mouth. Your clit throbbed and you wanted to touch it. You wanted his voice telling you to.

you 🩷

you're such a nerd

toru 🩵

says the girl who went to a fucking doraemon expo with me

you 🩷

i hate you

toru 🩵

no you don't

Your fingers went still. Because he was right. You did not. You really really didn't.

you 🩷

no

Then.

you 🩷

i don't

His response was almost immediate.

toru 🩵

yeah

toru 🩵

i know

You stared at the screen. And then your phone rang.

You nearly dropped it.

"Satoru?"

His voice came through warm and slightly amused.

"Hi."

"You called."

"I did."

"Why?"

"You were taking too long to answer."

You smiled despite yourself.

"To what?"

"Anything."

You rolled onto your stomach now.

"Satoru."

"Angel."

The nickname was softer over the phone. That was the problem. Everything sounded different when he said it aloud. You tucked your face into your pillow. Your pussy was wet now. Aching.

"What?"

"Are you still wearing the shirt?"

You made a tiny noise of disbelief.

"You're still on that?"

"I'm persistent."

"You're annoying." Yes he definitely was.

"You like me."

"I do." ... "fucker" - You muttered that under your breath.

The silence afterward was immediate. You could hear him breathe, it was soft and shallow, like he himself was trying hard to stay still. It made you close your eyes. You smiled.

"What's wrong?" Your voice came out a little shaky, you didn't mean for it to.

"Nothing." He said voice calm, almost assuring.

"You went quiet."

"I'm appreciating the fact that my girlfriend just admitted she likes me." Well that sounded a bit sarcastic.

"You already knew that." You retorted.

"I like hearing it."

Something in your chest softened. You turned onto your back. Your hand drifted down. Hovering shyly over your stomach.

"You're ridiculous." A small chuckle left your lips.

"Yeah."

His voice.. you can tell he was smiling. Then after a moment.

"Can I see you?"

Your heart jumped, you started to blink rapidly.

"uuuh r-right now?"

"Right now." He said straightforwardly.

"Satoru." You said, voice coming out an octave louder than necessary.

"What?"

"You've already seen me."

"I know."

"Today." You reminded.

"I know."

"Earlier." You re-affirmed.

"I know."

You could hear the grin in his voice.

"I want to see you right now, Angel."

That did something to you. Something so embarrassingly simple, had you smiling ear to ear at the ceiling. Your fingers slipped lower. Brushing over where your panties were soaked through.

"Okay." You sighed breathlessly.

There was a small pause. Then the call changed. The screen lit up, the emoticon to switch to video, you pressed it absentmindedly. And suddenly there he was. Satoru. His hair was still damp. His towel had fallen around his shoulders. He was lying back against his pillows, and his signature wire-rimmed glasses weren't on. He had one hand resting behind his head.

"Hi." He said playfully, his perfect teeth glaring at you.

You stared, eyes probably wide. He raised an eyebrow.

"Hi?"

"Yes. Hi." He tutted, then without giving you a second—

"You're staring."

"I'm not." You blinked your eyes off to the side.

"You are." He teased.

You groaned softly. "Your hair is still wet."

"That's what you noticed?" He huffed.

"Yes."

"Wow." Oh you didn't even notice the lack of his spectacles. That kinda broke his heart.

"Stop fishing for compliments." You said, eyes rolling.

"Tell me I'm pretty again."

You laughed, in disbelief.

"No."

"Please?" God... why did that sound so... ughhh.

"No." Your eyebrows pinched together.

"Angel."

Damn.

You covered your face. He laughed. Fuck. You loved his laugh. You loved how easy it was. How he never seemed embarrassed by it. Your fingers pressed lightly against your clit through the fabric.

"You're pretty." You muttered.

"What, what was that, hm?" Oh he was taunting you now.

"I said you're pretty." You said defeatedly.

"Louder."

"No."

"Come on."

"Satoru." That came out a little too whiny.

"Pretty please."

You groaned, again.

"You're pretty." You said honestly, voice loud enough for him.

He smiled and there it was. That look. The one that made you suddenly feel like you were the only person in the world.

"Thank you." That sounded so sweet, coming from him.

"You're welcome."

Then his eyes flicked downward.

"What are you wearing?"

You stared at him. He stared back. You narrowed your eyes. Your pussy clenched.

"You already know. Baka"

"I want to hear you say it."

"Ugh." You're weird."

"I'm your boyfriend."

"That doesn't explain anything."

"It explains everything."

You laughed again. Your fingers started moving in slow shy circles.

"An oversized shirt."

"Still?"

"Yes." Annoyance clear and present in your voice now.

"Nothing else?" He was prying.

You froze. Satoru's expression changed. Not dramatically. Just enough though. His smile softened into something more curious. His free hand shifted lower on screen.

"Angel?"

You swallowed. Your voice came out breathy. Shy but honest.

"You're being nosy."

"Very." At least he was self-aware.

"You can't see anything."

"I didn't ask to see anything."

"You're thinking about it." Oh he definitely was.

"Maybe." That confirmed it.

Your cheeks warmed. Your nipples were so hard they ached. Your pussy was soaking. You wanted to touch yourself properly. To him. To his voice.

"Oh." He said softly.

"What?"

"You're flustered."

"I'm not." You tried to deny, to play it somewhat cool.

"You are." This asshole.

"Stop looking at me."

"Never." omg.. why was he like this?!

You hid your face. But you kept your fingers moving. Slow and awkward. Horny and unsure, no you were sure, so sure actually.

"You're so annoying."

"You're cute."

That shut you up, and Satoru laughed quietly.

"See?" His voice teased.

"See what?"

"I can make you speechless."

"Don't get excited."

"Too late."

You rolled your eyes. But you were smiling. Most times the two of you stayed like that. Talking. Teasing. Learning. There was no rush. No script. Just two people who were still figuring out how to be together. Shy in so many ways even after that bathroom stall. Still exploring every new feeling.

Sometimes the conversation drifted toward things neither of you had the courage to say directly. Questions. Curiosity. Little admissions.

Satoru'd asked what you thought about him. You told him he was irritating. He asked what else. You said he was kind. He went quiet. You asked why. He said he was not used to people saying that. You told him he should get used to it. Then he smiled.

And suddenly you understood something. The flirting was easy. The teasing was easy. But underneath it there was something softer. Something neither of you knew quite how to handle yet. Something that made every new step feel bigger than it should.

But right now your fingers kept rubbing. Little whimpers slipping past your lips, trying to be quiet but he was picking up on every stray sound. He could tell and maybe that excited you.

"Angel. Are you... touching yourself?" His voice dropped. Unfiltered.. teasing and horny, you could hear it.

You bit your lip shyly. Fuck. You were caught.. But you nodded. You nodded anyway because you couldn't keep anything from him even if you wanted to.

"Yeah. A little." Your voice came out strained. There was no going back now.

"Fuck. Don't hide it." He breathed. "Let me see you. Please."

Your heart pounded. But you switched cameras. The screen showed where your t-shirt had ridden up your tummy, and your other hand clearly shoved into the waistband of your panties. His eyes darkened when he saw it.

"You're so pretty like this." He murmured. "You're ah- um touching yourself..?" He sounded so shy and wrecked, asking a dumb question, the answer was obvious enough at this point.

It still made you whimper. Fingers slipping lower under your panties. Sliding through your wet folds.

"Yes. Satoru." Affirmations was definitely his kink.

Your breathless purr of his name, made him groan.. he was coming undone quick. His camera flipped down, now too. His sweats and boxers shoved down mid thigh, cock out and visibly hard. Flushed and pretty. Long and leaking precum at the tip. His slender hand wrapped around it. Stroking slow. All for you to see and your eyes lingered, staring intently.

"Look at what you do to me." He said. Voice rough. "So hard for you angel."

You rubbed your clit faster. Watching him. The way his hand moved. The slick sounds. His moans of your name.

"Satoru..." You gasped. Fingers circling. Wet noises filling the call on both ends.

He stroked harder. Thumb spreading precum over the tip and down his length. "Fuck. Your sounds. S'messy Angel. Let me hear your pretty cunt."

You moaned. Shy but needy. Rubbing quicker, building fast. His hips bucked. Hand flying.

"Angel. M'gonna cum." He panted. Moaning your name loud, then in the next second thick white cum streaked across his chest. Over his fingers. So much. So pretty.

You followed. Messy on your fingers. Clenching and whimpering out his name, desperately.

He caught his breath. Eyes hungry. "Can i see.. Angel.. can I see your fingers? show them to me please.." Fuck... he was begging so nicely, it did something to you.

Shy but obediently you held them up. Shiny, your arousal thick and sappy stringed on your fingers, webbing in the light.

"Good girl... fuck. Put them in your mouth.. haa-ah taste yourself f'me Angel."

You slipped them into your mouth, with a moan, Sucking softly as he wiped his cum off his chest. Licking a bit from his fingers, in sync with you.

The two of you stayed on the call. Breathing softly together. Smiling shyly, left over horniness fading way now. Both connected and sated.

Eventually Satoru's eyes left your pretty face for a second and glanced at the clock in the little upper left corner on his phone.

"It's late." He said in realization.

"It is." You knew it was by now.

"You should sleep." Voice tender-soft.

"You first." You murmured back.

"I'm not tired."

"Neither am I." He sounded believable but you were sure.

"You are."

"I'm not." He was going to play this game, but you weren't gonna let him win this.

"You've yawned three times."

That made him grin, "You're counting?"

"Obviously."

He smiled.

"Stay on the phone, with me Angel." Voice low and lazy.

You blinked.

"While we sleep?"

"Yeah."

Your heart squeezed.

"Okay."

"Okay?"

"Okay."

With that he settled deeper into his pillows. You did the same and for a while neither of you said anything. You could hear his breathing. He could hear yours.

And eventually...quietly.

"Hey angel?"

"Yeah?" Your voice came out a little drowsy.

"I'm really glad you're my girlfriend."

You smiled into the darkness.

"Me too."

A pause. Then-

"Also."

"What?"

"Your shirt is still bothering me."

You burst out laughing.

"Satoru!"

He laughed too.

And somewhere between the teasing and the laughter the call stayed connected. The two of you fell asleep like that. Not knowing exactly where this was going. Not knowing how much you would learn about each other. Not knowing how many more firsts were waiting.

Just knowing that somehow. Against all odds. Satoru Gojo had a girlfriend. And you had a boyfriend. And he was lying in bed somewhere smiling at the sound of your sleepy breathing.

Thinking probably for the hundredth time that week. Holy shit. She's really mine.

And maybe just maybe you were thinking the same thing.

Because tomorrow he would text you again. He would send something ridiculous. You would pretend to be annoyed and he'd flirt. You would flirt back. And eventually one of you would say something that made the other flustered.

And you would keep discovering each other. Slowly, carefully, and with hunger. One little secret at a time.

This time you're at his dorm room on campus.

And it starts with a pillow.

Well— you, and a pillow, and a very stupid pair of thigh-high socks that Satoru swore would be the death of him when you slid into his dorm room wearing them and nothing else but one of his oversized hoodies and a shy little smirk.

He gawked.

You straddled his pillow without a word, right in the middle of his bed, and started grinding. Soft. Slow. Just for yourself. His jaw went slack. His hands froze mid-text. And you were so casual about it, like you didn’t even notice the way he was staring at you like you’d hung the moon with your pussy.

“Practicing,” you’d murmured, shrugging cutely.

“For what?” he asked, voice wrecked.

Your smile was pure trouble. “Riding.”

Satoru dropped his phone. Physically. Onto the floor.

You giggled. "I wanted to see if I could get off just humping something."

He made a sound like he'd been punched.

So now here you are— on your hands and knees, still wearing his hoodie and those sinful socks, pussy flushed and puffy from humping his favorite dorm pillow, hips twitching like you're almost there. You don't even realize you're whimpering until his hands slide around your hips, and he speaks, low and starving, right behind you.

“Angel…”

You look back over your shoulder.

Satoru is kneeling behind you, shirtless, eyes dark with hunger. He brushes your ass with his palm. Then slips his hand between your thighs and cups your pussy over the pillow. Soaked-sticky and messy.

“You’re so wet,” he groans. “You were gonna cum on a pillow and not even let me watch?”

“I was...testing” you pant, wearily.

He flips you like a doll.

Suddenly you’re flat on your back, head on the sheets, thighs trembling open and hoodie bunched around your waist. The pillow lies forgotten beside you, damp with slick. He looms over you, hair falling into his eyes, lips parted and pink.

“You wanna ride my face, Angel?” he asks, voice hoarse.

Your whole body shivers.

“…Can I?”

He laughs soft and stunned, worshipful almost, and leans down to kiss you like you’re the most delicious thing in the world.

“Fuck yes, you can. Sit on my face. Suffocate me. Make me drown in it.”

He lays back against the pillows, adjusting under you with arms out like a throne. His glasses are already tossed to the side, and he’s licking his lips like he can already taste you. You’re climbing over him, thighs shaking, when he grabs your hips and drags you up.

“Right here,” he whispers, eyes locked on your glistening cunt above him. “Right here, baby. Let me feel the weight of it.”

You lower slowly, knees braced, hands pressed into the wall behind his headboard. You hover above his mouth, panting and then, gently, you sank down.

His tongue meets your folds like he’s starving.

You wail.

Your pussy clenches instantly, overwhelmed by the first hot drag of his tongue from your entrance to your clit. Satoru groans, loud, grabs your thighs like he needs more, and pulls you down until you’re seated fully on his mouth.

“Satoru!” you cry out, rocking without meaning to.

His tongue slides in now, licking into your dripping pussy like he’s mapping it. He moans like it tastes like heaven, like it’s a privilege just to be under you. Your thighs squeeze around his head. Your hips roll. Your clit finds his nose. And you grind.

He’s letting you.

Letting you fuck his mouth like you need it to breathe.

“Don’t stop,” you whimper. “Don’t stop, I’m— Satoru, I’m gonna cum, I’m so close—”

He hums against your clit and the vibration breaks you.

You cum on his tongue with a scream, body jerking, hips grinding down in helpless little circles. He grabs your thighs, keeps you there, mouth open, licking, moaning, slurping like he doesn’t care that you’re sobbing above him.

You collapse forward, hips still twitching, body limp, cheek against his bare chest.

He gasps when you move off him, his face soaked, chin dripping with your slick.

“…You taste like candy,” he whispers, starry-eyed.

You’re panting, half-laughing. “That was insane.”

“I think I’m addicted to your pussy.”

You slap his chest, weakly.

He grins, wild and happy, then he murmurs, "You've got the prettiest pussy I've ever seen Angel, We need to do this again.. maybe ah-hundred times before we," His voice drops as he leans in and whispers into your ear teasingly, "fuck huh?"

Now you’ve been thinking about it all day.

All week, really.

Every time your thighs press together too tightly in class, every time you catch Satoru’s glazed-over stare sliding to your chest or how he bites his lip when you fidget in your seat—you think about riding him.

You’ve made out on his futon. You’ve touched. Explored. Cum multiple times on his fingers while crying into his neck. You’ve memorized the way he moans when you stroke him, how his cock twitches helplessly when you kiss the head and whisper how much you want to take it inside.

So now… it’s time.

You sit on his lap in his tiny, warm dorm room, legs bare, wearing nothing but one of his hoodies and knee socks, straddling him while his hands hover at your waist like he’s too scared to grip you. Your panties are already shoved to the side. His sweats are pushed down, and his cock's hard. Flushed, drooling against his belly, it twitches between your folds like it’s waiting for permission.

You’re both shaking.

“You don’t have to,” he whispers. “Not tonight. Only if you really want—”

“I need to,” you breathe.

You lean close, your nose brushing his, eyes wide and nervous but burning.

“I want to ride you, Satoru.”

He chokes on air.

“Oh my god.”

Your hand wraps around the base of his cock, hot and slick from his own arousal, and you guide him up, between your slick folds, over your clit. You both shudder. You roll your hips, let him feel the mess he’s made of you. His eyes are already fluttering back.

“You’re so wet,” he whispers. “You’re gonna take me?”

You nod. “Just… let me go slow.”

You lift your hips, line him up with your tight little entrance, and take a deep breath.

“Okay. I’m ready.”

He holds your waist, his grip tightening.

The tip presses in.

And holy fuck.

You’re stretching already, your walls squeezing down on him like you’re trying to keep him inside before he’s even all the way in. Your jaw falls open. He moans so loud into your shoulder you nearly lose balance.

“Oh ...oh fuck angel—angel, you’re so tight—fuck, I can’t—”

You both gasp, frozen, as you sink down another inch. It’s like a punch to your stomach and your cunt at the same time—hot, overwhelming, raw and perfect. Your thighs tremble. Your nails dig into his shoulders.

“I can feel everything,” you sob. “You’re so big, Satoru, you’re splitting me open.”

He’s crying. A little. From how tight you are. From how warm. From the way your pussy clenches around him like you love him already and he hasn’t even bottomed out yet.

“Tell me when to stop,” he pants. “Tell me if I hurt you.”

“You’re not,” you gasp. “Don’t stop—don’t stop. I need you.”

You sink lower. Lower. Inch by inch, your walls stretch around him, pulsing with slick heat.

Then— you bottom out.

And it feels like your whole body is going to break open from the pressure, from how full you are.

You bury your face in his shoulder. “I’m full. I’m so fucking full, I can feel you in my stomach—”

His hips twitch and he sobs again.

“I’m inside,” he whispers. “You’re letting me in. You’re my first—”

You press your lips to his ear. “You’re my first, too.”

And then— you rock.

Gently. Testing how much you can move.

And his hands slam down on your hips like he can’t take it. His cock twitches inside you, and your walls clench around him in response.

You moan.

He moans louder.

Then you start riding him, slow and messy. Tight little bounces, up n down. Just enough to feel the stretch, the slide, the overwhelming wet heat of your cunt clinging to him like your body doesn’t want to let go. It’s all instinct and desperation. The sounds of skin against skin, of slick, needy friction echoing in the tiny dorm room.

Your thighs are shaking. His hands won’t stop gripping, guiding, worshiping.

“Fuck, angel— fuck, you’re riding me—”

You cry out. “You’re so deep— I-I can’t—I feel you in my chest—”

He bucks into you by accident and you scream, throwing your head back.

“Did I hurt you?!”

“N-no—again, do that again—”

He does. And you swear you go cross-eyed.

The rhythm is clumsy. Awkward. Your knees are slipping and his hips stutter, but you don’t care. You don’t care about perfect. You care about how he moans your name like a prayer. How your pussy makes that wet little schlk sound every time you take him down to the base.

“I’m gonna cum,” he gasps. “I’m gonna—fuck, I can’t hold it—”

You grab his cheeks, force his eyes to meet yours.

“Cum in me,” you whisper. “Please. Make a mess inside me.”

His cock throbs violently.

“Angel—fuck—I love you—”

He explodes.

It’s hot. You feel it fill you— pulse after desperate pulse. Sticky, thick, messy. It overflows instantly, leaking between your thighs and down his cock while you grind and cry out again, cumming right after him. You shake through it— sobbing, clenching, writhing in his lap like your body doesn’t know how to survive this much fullness.

You collapse against his chest.

His hands cradle you.

He’s panting. Moaning your name over and over.

“I’ve never felt anything so good,” he whispers.

You kiss him then, slow and shaky-sweet.

“Neither have I.”

And then you both fall backward onto the bed, tangled, ruined, still joined at the hips.

You stay that way for a long, long time.

You’re still straddling him.

Bare thighs trembling. Pussy aching. His cock softening slowly inside you, twitching with little aftershocks, buried deep in your cunt and leaking. You can feel it. His cum—so much of it— pooling hot and sticky inside your body. Seeping out in slow, obscene dribbles every time you shift or twitch.

It’s messy. You’re flushed and overwhelmed, shivering through the afterglow and clinging to his hoodie like a lifeline.

And Satoru Gojo is staring between your legs like he’s entranced.

You glance down. Follow his line of sight.

There’s a little stream of milky white trickling from where he’s still inside you, slipping down between your folds and soaking into the mess of his hoodie bunched beneath your ass. You clench involuntarily and more leaks out— sticky-warm and filthy.

Satoru groans.

“I can see it.” His voice is wrecked. “It’s—fuck, it’s dripping out of you. That’s my cum. Inside you.”

You moan softly, hips rocking like you’re chasing the stretch again.

His hands grip your waist.

“I wanna clean you up,” he whispers, breath hot against your cheek.

You blink, dazed. “I can just— get a towel, or—”

“No. Not like that.”

You look down. He’s already pulling out—slowly— and you both gasp as his softening cock slips free of your pussy, followed immediately by a thick, wet gush of cum that drips from your folds in slow, shiny strands.

Satoru watches it fall.

Then he drops to his knees.

Right between your thighs.

“Satoru— what are you—”

“I need to,” he says, voice low, eyes blown wide and desperate. “Please. Let me clean it with my mouth.”

You can’t even think. Not with the way he’s looking at you like you’re something divine, something sweet and holy and soaked in his mess. His hands part your trembling thighs and he moans at the sight of your sticky, cum-dripping pussy glistening in the soft dorm light.

“Angel,” he whispers, reverent. “You’re ruined. I made such a mess.”

You reach down, brush his hair back. “Then clean it up.”

He dives in.

His tongue slides through your folds— warm, flat, soaking up the slick with long, filthy licks. You scream, thighs snapping around his head, because you’re so sensitive, still throbbing from your orgasm, and now his tongue is licking up his own cum from your pussy like he’s starving.

You squirm. Whimper. Try to push him back. “S-Satoru—s'too much—!”

He groans into your cunt, arms wrapping around your hips, holding you down like he’s not letting go until you’re clean.

“Can taste you,” he pants between licks. “You and me, mixed together—fuck, it’s so sweet—”

You throw your head back, moaning like a girl gone dumb.

His mouth is everywhere— lapping up the mess he made, licking into your hole, nosing against your clit until you’re gasping through gritted teeth, thighs shaking violently.

You’ve never felt anything like it.

It’s so dirty. So loving.

So deeply, terrifyingly intimate.

“Satoru—please—”

“Cum again,” he begs. “One more. Let me taste it fresh.”

And you do.

You cum with a sob, hips jerking, pussy leaking fresh slick into his mouth. He groans, drinks it, licks until you’re sobbing and twitching and clinging to his hair like you don’t know who you are anymore.

When he finally pulls back, his is face wet, chin shining, cheeks pink and you’re spread wide, limp, flushed from your ears to your tits and totally wrecked.

He climbs over you, kisses your forehead, then your lips, slowly, letting you taste yourself, his cum, the sweat and breathlessness of your shared first time.

“You’re my favourite thing,” he whispers.

You start crying.

He cradles you, strokes your hair, tucks you against his chest and wraps a blanket over your trembling body.

“I want you again,” you whisper.

He kisses your hair.

“I’m yours now,” he says. “So anytime you want me… I’m yours.

[florasuno]

I don’t think that Gojo is controlling in the traditional way, but I do think that after it’s confirmed that you are serious about each other suddenly all the makeup and body care you had that was drugstore is replaced with insanely rich bougie shit. You were not consulted.

Also the clothes in your closet all look the same, but are no longer like…the $4 tank top you got from Walmart. You confront Satoru about this and he acts offended you would be offended at him switching everything out. It all looks the same, it’s just better quality. Better quality means it lasts longer. Which means less shit ending up in landfills and polluting waterways. Can’t believe you’re mad at him for caring about the earth, not very eco-conscious of you. Thought you were better than that.

[mattsundaes]

best friend’s older brother!mattsun x “just the tip”

[mattsundaes]

“matsukawa.”

you say it in a whispered whine.

issei’s still not entirely sure he’s awake as he stares down at you lying prone beneath him on the couch, your loose shorts doing nothing to hide the white cotton panties that cling to the swell of your ass.

he inhales slowly through his nose, which doesn’t help as he gets a lungful of the scent of your shampoo.

you should be asleep upstairs with his sister, but you’d drifted off earlier watching a movie on the couch. his sister had glared at him, told him not to be weird as she put a blanket over you.

it was fine, until issei turned off the light and accidentally fell asleep beside you while aimlessly scrolling through his phone. until he woke up to you curled up, your back to his chest.

until the occasional twitch of your hips started to feel rhythmic. deliberate.

until you were grinding your ass back against his dick and guiding his hand between your legs. until listening to the desperate way you moaned his name from two fingers in your wet cunt left his entire chest on fire.

until you were begging him to fuck you.

“just the tip,” he’d muttered.

to you, to himself. to his sister sleeping upstairs, clueless as to the fact that he’s been jerking off to the thought of you for far too fucking long.

he slips a finger up one loose leg hole of your shorts, briefly palms your ass before tugging aside the gusset of your panties. his dick twitches in his pants as he stares at your slick folds.

“just the tip,” he breathes out quietly as he drags two fingers down your slit, your thighs spreading wider as you moan into the pillow.

you’re so fucking wet.

god, he wants to fuck you so bad. he wants to ruin you for any stupid fucking boyfriend you might have. wants to stuff every inch of his cock inside of your pretty pussy.

he wants to know if it’ll fit.

(he thinks you can take it. and the thought makes his balls ache.)

just the tip, he reminds himself as he runs the head of his cock through your slit before notching himself at your tight entrance.

“—want you so bad,” you exhale in a shaky voice, fingers digging into the couch cushions.

he sinks in just enough for the flared tip of his cock to push past your entrance, your cunt squelching at the intrusion. his teeth sink into his bottom lip.

you tremble, bucking back into him just enough for his dick to sink in a little deeper.

he pulls back, the head of his cock dragging through your slick.

just the tip.

“I haven’t let anyone else fuck me, issei,” you whisper, sounding like you might break. “i wanted it to be you.”

and matsukawa breaks, too, swallowing hard as he feels himself go dizzy at the sound of his name on your lips, cock throbbing as he grabs your hips and meets your next backward thrust, plunging into you.

[indiewritesxoxo]

sneaking around with best friend!geto is all fun and games until pretty girls start feeling up his biceps at the bar :(

“someone jealous?” gojo snickered in your ear, slinking up by your side as he waved the bartender over to order another obnoxiously fruity and brightly-colored beverage while you nursed your own suddenly bitter drink.

“yeah, you,” you sarcastically muttered, refusing to feed into his (correct) suspicions that you were sleeping with your mutual friend. the year you’d spent between geto’s sheets didn’t make you his girlfriend though.

not that you ever asked to be either.

“come on,” he goaded, his hip bumping into yours as he cocked his head towards where geto was currently getting groped by a manicured hand. “i know you want to pry him away.”

“so you can grab him next?” you teased, trying to deflect as you twisted around just for his hand to cage you in between his broad frame and the bar top. his pretty blue eyes were fuzzy though, pupils blown wide as you realized that maybe what he’d been sipping on tonight weren’t mocktails after all.

“nah,” he grinned, white teeth glinting as he leaned in lower. “think i’d rather grab you.”

“how much have you had to drink?” you exhaled, eyes drifting down to his glossy lips, lingering there a little longer than they should.

“enough to want a taste of you,” he shamelessly smirked at his attempt to be seductive, his palm sliding up your side as if it always had a place there.

you’d never taken any of his flirting seriously.

but maybe you should’ve.

considering whether or not imploding your situationship over sleeping with your other friend as gojo’s fingertips gracefully slipped down to disappear underneath your dress.

“you’re touching something of mine,” a honeyed voice interrupted with a drawn-out huff, but gojo didn’t pull away.

and a new idea blossomed, your mouth curling up as you glanced between the two men too busy glaring at each other to notice the sparkle in your stare.

what better way to punish your man by showing him just how swiftly a certain someone else would swoop in to steal you?

“boys,” you hummed, clicking your tongue. “don’t you know how nice Paris is right now?”

[starlust]

me at the bar:

[cinna-creme]

shoto coming home after a long day and all he wants is for you to sit on his cock and bounce up and down while he’s relaxing on the couch. he’s blinking up at you with lidded eyes, lips parted letting out soft groans and hands gripped into the plush of your hips.

“keep going.” it’s almost a plea. your thighs are burning and you’re panting, trying your hardest to keep your rhythm but you falter, pressing against his chest and grinding against him. “got you.” he kisses the side of your head.

he secretly loves when you get too tired and he gets to use you, fucking you up and down like his personal pocket pussy. his fingers digging into your skin, his breath coming out in shallow pants while all your noises spill directly into his ear. when you cum, little stars spackle his vision as he fucks up into you harder, faster, using your pussy until he’s spent.

[amaranthinespirit]

gymbro!simon riley being an awkward perv

he doesn't know you. yet. he just knows that you're new to the gym, based on the fact he's never seen you around. simon would've remembered a girl in tight biker shorts and skimpy sports bras, taut workout jackets, and the occasional oversized hoodie. adorned with a cute matching water bottle to whatever you wore that day and headphones.

he's never seen someone so polished for...the gym. a place meant for getting dirty and sweaty after a good workout, but he doesn't mind. not at all.

especially when you're doing leg and glute day. bending over for stretches, squatting with a full rack of weight—or whatever your body can carry. the grimace on your features with a heavy hip thrust. it rushes all his blood down south.

it's barely been a week since you'd joined this gym, and he's already enthralled—and a downright dog.

but he wasn't used to talking—just staring someone down until they noticed, which he did a lot. when he approached you, he didn't know what to say, and you felt the looming presence over your shoulder. well, there he was, staring you down.

lifting off your headphones, you spared him a sweet look, "you need something?" he just pointed to the machine you were using. "oh! i'm almost done, you—"

he threw you a thumbs up and turned away as quickly as possible, leaving you dumbfounded. instead of continuing the exercise he interrupted to approach you, he sat back on the machine and watched you finish your set. adjusting his heavy erection that wasn't hidden by his gym shorts. you felt his eyes but didn't dare look his way.

just as you finished and were about to clean off the seat, he appeared at your side and stopped you. simon was filthy, seeing the sweat marks left on the seat made his cock throb. "'s fine." he grunted, sitting his heavy body right down. your perfume still lingered when he did.

it wasn't even part of his strict workout routine. he was working legs that day, you were doing arms. he didn't care.

numerous other times stuck out. moments you caught him turning his head over his shoulder to stare at your ass when he walked by, picking machines right behind where you squatted, hijacking your machines after a heavy workout, or picking a treadmill right beside yours when all the others were empty.

until he finally worked up the courage to ask to spot you. he knew you didn't need it, but god, it was the only way to get close to you, to touch you.

he was surprised you even agreed, but you saw what he did. perving on you any time you went to the gym at the same time—which was often because he learned your gym schedule.

he helped you squat, hands unnecessarily on your hips, chest way too close to your back. every so often, a certain squat slotted his hard cock against your ass, and he didn't hide the grunt. adjusted himself shamelessly while he did so.

it's not like you reprimanded him, but you also didn't feed into it—though, by default, not saying no to him was a greenlight in his eyes.

just ignore the way his breathing picks up and a choked groan escapes him. he definitely didn't just finish in his shorts.

[mattsundaes]

brother’s best friend!bakugou who begrudgingly gives you a ride home from work one afternoon (but he really doesn’t mind, even if he’ll never admit it).

who makes a show of groaning and rolling his eyes when he sees the way you perk up at the sight of the sprawling sunflower farm that he’s about to pass.

who acts put out when you look over at him with eyes that are clearly asking him to pull over.

who does a horrible job at acting like he’s just checking his phone while he snaps a shot of you standing before a sunny sea of golden yellow, turning back to look at him, caught mid-laugh. it makes his stupid heart fumble.

(“they remind me of you”)

he wants to argue that there’s nothing about him that resembles a goddamn flower. he shoves a wad of bills in the hand of the kid who’s selling bouquets out of a bucket near the entrance instead, grumbling when you light up as he unceremoniously waves it at you.

(he spends the drive home pretending he’s not watching your soft smile out of the corner of his eye.)

(pretending he didn’t take the long way home just to pass that stupid farm in the first place.)

[patrochilles-or-bust]

Shout out to all the Black ppl that can no longer participate directly in the fandom they love because of the stresses of racism 👍🏾 you contain multitudes of value and I'm sorry that the color of your skin and the power of your voice makes people not want to acknowledge that.

[patrochilles-or-bust]

Yes, nonblack people can reblog. I'd appreciate it, in fact, if y'all took the time to vocally support your Black friends/fans in fandom.