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pillsatoru

AITA for fucking my twins ex ? nerdjo x reader ac. narutoss.ramen

Toru (20) has been eyeing you ever since his brother, Satoru (20), introduced you to him. How could a pretty girl such as yourself end up with a good for nothing boy? Now, don’t get Toru wrong, he loves his brother (most of the time) but, Satoru has never taken his future seriously. He preferred to party all night instead of studying for an important test. Because he claimed “it isn’t that deep. Just live your life.”

Unlike you.

Toru has seen the way you tire yourself out in the library. You had to force your eyes to stay open, reading multiple books stacked on your desk and worksheets spread out with neat notes you had taken in class. In a way, Toru was like you.

You took college seriously, and you actually cared for your education.

So he asks himself again, what did you see in Satoru? Well yeah, he had the looks and all. But that’s about it.

“Oh, we broke up.” Satoru casually said as he tied together the two elastic bands attached to the trash bag. Toru’s eyes widened. “W-what? Why? You guys looked so well together!” That was obviously a lie, but there was no way he’d show his excitement at the sudden breakup.

“We just didn’t match each other that well. Thought it’d be like, opposites attract or some shit, but nah.” Satoru scratched the back of his neck with his free hand. He was clearly bothered with the still sensitive topic. Regardless of the mutual agreement to break up, Satoru genuinely liked you. You were both pretty and smart and best of all, you saw past the ‘party animal’ and understood him.

Until you eventually decided it was best to break things off. “So..” Toru dragged out the ‘o’, tapping his hands on the kitchen table. “What happened?”

“She thought I was holding her back, which I probably was. And I want what’s best for her..” He quietly said before leaving to throw out the trash. Toru sat in silence after the door clicked behind his twin. Sure he felt horrible, but fuck, he wanted you too.

Toru never told his brother that he’s been eyeing you since the start of the semester, nor the way he’s been fantasizing about you.

He loved your eyes, wanting to be the one to make them roll behind as he slammed his pulsing cock into you. Or the way he’d daydream in class about ripping off your top to suck on your tits. The thought alone made his jeans begin to feel tight.

Toru’s back straightened when his brother walked back in. “I’m gonna go out, mind doing the dishes tonight?” Satoru asked, already going over to his room to grab his jacket. “Oh, sure. You going to a party?”

“Where else? Need to get my mind off things.”

Perfect. Toru had already planned to spend his whole afternoon jerking off to your posts on instagram. He prayed you weren’t the type to completely delete everything after a breakup.

“See ya.” Satoru threw a peace sign as a goodbye.

pillsatoru

AITA for fucking my twins ex ? nerdjo x reader ac. narutoss.ramen

Unlike you.

You took college seriously, and you actually cared for your education.

So he asks himself again, what did you see in Satoru? Well yeah, he had the looks and all. But that’s about it.

Until you eventually decided it was best to break things off. “So..” Toru dragged out the ‘o’, tapping his hands on the kitchen table. “What happened?”

Toru never told his brother that he’s been eyeing you since the start of the semester, nor the way he’s been fantasizing about you.

“Where else? Need to get my mind off things.”

Perfect. Toru had already planned to spend his whole afternoon jerking off to your posts on instagram. He prayed you weren’t the type to completely delete everything after a breakup.

“See ya.” Satoru threw a peace sign as a goodbye.

porcelia

satoru can’t help but fuck u behind a tree ☆〜（ゝ。∂）

satoru’s hands are already on you, rough and frantic, shoving the hem of your sundress up your thighs before you've even fully registered the shift in his mood. one moment you were walking through the park, hand in hand, the late afternoon sun dappling through the leaves, and the next he's pulled you off the path, yanking you behind the broad trunk of an ancient oak.

"’toru—" you whisper, half protest, half thrill, but his mouth cuts you off, hot and demanding against yours. his tongue slides into your mouth, tasting of the soda he'd sipped at the food truck, and his fingers bunch the fabric of your dress higher until it's bunched around your waist. the cool air hits your bare thighs, your dampening core, and you gasp into his kiss.

he breaks away, breath ragged, and his eyes—those impossibly blue eyes, usually so lazy and teasing—are dark with hunger. "can't wait," your boyfriend mutters, his voice low and rough, the words slurred with want. "need you. now."

you're pinned against the rough bark, the texture scratching through the thin cotton of your dress, but you don't care. the risk of being seen—the distant sounds of children laughing, a dog barking, footsteps on the gravel path—sends a sharp pulse of adrenaline straight to your cunt.

his hand slides between your legs, two fingers pressing against the soaked fabric of your panties. he groans, a sound that vibrates through his chest and into yours. "fuck, you're already so wet. were you thinking about this the whole time? walking next to me, pretending to look at the flowers, but really just wanting my cock inside you?"

hidingwhere

— Toji is a freak: confirmed!

“Ma,” he calls out from the living room, empty beer bottle in his hand as he manspreads across the couch. As you step into the room, he looks up at you. “Injured my ankle real bad today, doll. Think I need medical attention.”

Your eyes narrow suspiciously but you remain casual. “The Doctors is open tomorrow if you want to book an appointment. How did-“

“Nah, no need. I think they do home visits now.”

You blink. What the hell was he talking about? “What? Are you going crazy?”

He merely shrugs. “There’s a package in the kitchen for ya, by the way.”

You hesitantly leave the room and head towards the box on the kitchen counter. When you pull out its contents, you release the loudest exasperated sigh ever. A slutty nurse costume. Did your own boyfriend think you were some cheap whore who would dress up as a nurse to please him?

Unfortunately, he got his way. With your face pressed into the cushions of the couch, you writhe and moan into the material, the loud thap thap of Toji’s hips slapping against your ass filling the room.

One hand presses against your lower back and forces you into a deep arch. “Fuckk,” he groans lowly. “Such an obedient little nurse, hm? Letting me fill this tight pussy up.” You moan pornographically as his thrusts become firmer, harder. Your fake uniform is partially ripped, crinkled underneath your boyfriend’s careless grip.

You don’t register his wandering hand until it pressed against your back entrance. You lift your head from the cushion in protest, babbling out a response that was barely intelligible from how fucked out you were. “Toji- ngh- don’t you d-“

His pushes his thumb into your ass. You clench around his cock, annoyingly so, as he easily feels it and knows just how much you secretly enjoy it. “What were you saying, ma?” He asks coyly, a smirk etched onto his scarred lips.

You can only whine weakly in response.

ayatoruu

˚ ༘ ೀ⋆｡˚ dry humping with studypartner!nerdjo

・ ac: 3vangel1ne @ 𝕏

satoru's room was dim. the only source of light being his computer, which wasn't even being used.

you were sat next to satoru on his grey digimon sheets. the two of you were supposed to be studying, but your text books sat long forgotten on his desk, probably not going to be picked up again with what the two of you were doing right now.

your hands cupped his cheeks, and his hands sat on your waist, he moves his hand over to grab onto your thigh, having you straddle him, his back now pressed against his headboard. his tongue slipped into your mouth, the loud wet sound filling the room along with the sound of his whines and whimpers.

you break away from the kiss to latch your mouth onto his neck, pressing your core onto his growing erection. "fuck.. j-just like that." he breathes out, a patch of precum growing onto his sweatpants.

you smile, "yeah? you like that toru?" you say, starting to grind onto him, your arousal plus his pre making it easier to move on top of him. you would be lying if you said that it didn't feel good as well, but you liked teasing him like this.

"god..y-yes." he grabs your hips, pressing you down onto him harder, you moan at the contact, running your hands through his undercut, his glasses starting to fog up.

he leans his head back against the wall, his whines getting louder by the second, you could tell he was close and you were too. "you close toru?" you ask, even though you already knew the answer.

he puts his face in between your neck, hiding his face as he says, "f-fuck hah..yes baby!! oh god im gonna cum! im gonna cum!

you laugh at his words, your own orgasm approaching, his hips now rutting into yours. "yeah?..cmon cum for me toru."

his arms wrap tighter around you, gripping onto your shirt as he finally unravels with one final groan, cumming into his pants with you following soon after.

the room was filled with the soft pants coming from both of you. after a few seconds, he removes his face from your neck, looking into your half lidded eyes, the fog from his glasses finally fading away.

you press a light kiss to his lips, "you did good toru." you say with a smile, which causes him to groan and put his head back into your neck again.

porcelia

a quickie with your boyfriend suguru ( ˶˘ ³˘)♡

suguru has got you pressed against the wall just inside the foyer, one hand splayed across the small of your back, the other gripping your thigh, hitched high around his hip. your dress is bunched up around your waist, the fabric of his slacks rough against the sensitive skin of your inner thighs. he's already inside you—has been for the last thirty seconds, ever since he walked up behind you while you were checking your lipstick in the mirror, took one look at your reflection, and said we've got time.

he pushes deeper, a smooth roll of his hips, and you're convinced he's wrong about that. or maybe he's right. maybe this is the only thing that matters.

"suguru," you whisper, your voice already unsteady, "the reservation—"

"is at eight." his mouth brushes your ear, his breath warm. "it's seven forty-seven. we've got thirteen minutes." he punctuates this with a slow, deliberate grind, and your head thunks back against the wall. "plenty of time."

your boyfriend has always like this—calm, methodical, never a hair out of place even when he's fucking you against the hallway wall while both of you are dressed for a five-star restaurant. his tie is still perfectly knotted, his shirt still tucked. the only evidence of what he's doing is the way his composure cracks at the edges: the slight tremble in his hands, the barely-there hitch in his breathing.

"you have to be quiet," he says, and there's a hint of a smile in his voice, the barest suggestion of fondness. "we're already cutting it close. if anyone hears us, we'll never make it on time."

you want to laugh at the absurdity, but the words dissolve into a rush of air as he pulls out and thrusts back in, a little faster this time. the angle is perfect—he's got you pinned, your legs spread just enough, and every stroke hits that spot deep inside that makes your toes curl.

"seven forty-nine," he murmurs, as if he's keeping a log. "you're doing so well. so quiet for me."

mrsblaileen

thinkin about Sukuna who doesn’t let you suck him off properly, doesn’t even bother fucking your mouth at all. he just slaps his thick cock against your cheek before he starts to rub it over your face all slow and lazy like. rutting back and forth in long thrusts, grinding each bumped vein over your brow bone until your cheeks are slippery and pearly little threads of pre are strewn over your face from your chin to your forehead. You peer up at him through clumped lashes, eyes glassy, winking whenever his heavy balls nudge at your chin. You lick and suck at whatever slip of skin your greedy mouth can reach just to hear his breath hitch above you, low rumbled groans just as unhurried as the slow rock of his hips. sometimes he drags the blushed tip over your lower lip, lets your tongue dart out to steal a proper taste before he lifts again just to rest his balls over the hollow point of your eye socket while he dribbles ropes of pre cum into your hairline.

mrsblaileen

⤷ ゛ I’m a good good neighbor

Pairing: Toji Fushiguro / Fem!Reader

It’s good to be a good neighbor, and Toji Fushiguro is an excellent neighbor…

warnings. dilf neighbor!toji, recently divorced milf!reader, exhusband!geto, mimiko and nanako are reader and geto’s kids, implied past spousal abuse, soft toji, massage, slight blood mention, mommy kink, fingering, piv, breeding kink, unsafe sex, creampie, kitchen sex, smoking, cigarettes. nsfw 18+ mdni.

✎ Words: 8.9k | Ao3 | Masterlist

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It had started off small, your interactions with the new neighbor. A polite smile whenever you happened to catch his gaze over the fence line while you hung up laundry. You picking clothes pins from your apron pocket, reaching up to secure little pink socks to the line as he sat on his back porch and sipped coffee from a steaming mug.

You’d moved quickly from polite to cheerful, friendly even, and soon enough you’d graduated to inviting him inside for tea whenever you happened to cross paths - which was often. He’d always decline with some half-hearted excuse that you saw right through, but had enough tact not to air out. Never stepping over the line of what could be considered normal polite neighborly behavior.

Part of you was always a little relieved when he shook his head, not sure how you’d actually feel having the six foot brick wall of a man tucked into the corner your little couch. It was a humorous image, really - him holding delicate china between his big calloused hands while your daughters giggled and tried to sneak extra sugar cubes into his cup. But it was safer this way, better. Especially with the wounds from your divorce and subsequent move still so fresh, so stinging.

fireladylisa

— the arrangement ∬ ֗ ₊

chapter one

ა ˙˖ summary → there’s no one you hate more than satoru gojo. he’s arrogant and entirely too full of himself. when you agree to be strictly enemies with benefits, gojo takes this as the perfect opportunity to finally make you his. ა ˙˖ content: 12.3k wc, accurate portrayal of fraternities so the boys are jerks srry, hazing, rough sex, spit play, overstimulation, spanking, choking, desperate gojo, you really hate him so not much fluff this chapter! probably more I can't name rn. it's a lot.

frat!jo 𝓍 fem!reader

When you first got your acceptance letter to your dream school three years ago, you never thought it would end up with you in this position. The side of your face pressed into the cold wooden desk by the hand of your enemy, your shorts and panties dropped to your ankles, his cock slamming into you so hard that your research papers and pens go flying to the library floor.

The sound of the legs creaking fill the study room room, his pace ruthless, long fingers digging into your cheek to keep you down as you bit your lip to stop yourself from crying out his name and begging him to go harder.

One might wonder how you, the notorious frat hater, ended up letting a playboy like Gojo Satoru get into your pants not once, not twice, but eight times in the last two weeks after swearing he was your number one enemy.

It all started the first day of uni when you let your roommate Shoko convince you into going to a sorority party after a long day of classes and reading syllabuses.

You had been minding your own business, laying on your too small bed with your headphones blaring music as you scrolled through Instagram and pretended like your mom hadn’t been trying to call you for the past twenty minutes.

She was probably calling to check in since she thought you were just getting out of practice, given that you lied about making the gymnastics team to get her off your back. You never even signed up, never had interest in it but had been forced into it as a child. Your mother always told you that one day you’d make it to the olympics and while you were good at it, you had no plans on doing such a thing.

So when her name pops up again, you hit the red button and put your phone on dnd. It was nine, you would just tell her you were asleep.

When you went to play your music again, your roommate walks in and immediately locks eyes with you, a grin spreading on her face that has you squinting suspiciously.

You really liked Shoko. You officially met two weeks ago when you were finally allowed to start moving your stuff in and you had both bonded surprisingly quick over the short period of time, spending almost every day together exploring the campus and surrounding city. Which means you were starting to differentiate between her smiles and the one she wore now told you she wanted to ask you something.

“Thank god you’re still up!” She practically skips into the room, slamming the door shut behind her.

You sigh and sit up, removing an earbud. You pull your rising shorts down and cross your arms with a raised brow. She moved to stand in front of your bed, biting her bottom lip and failing to contain her excitement.

“Spit it out already.”

“There’s a sorority party in an hour and I got invited which means by extension you’re invited and puhleasee, don’t make me go by myself!”

You tried everything to get out of going, from feigning illness to lying that you had to be up early tomorrow for class even though you both basically had the same schedule and your morning was lecture free.

You weren’t a boring person, you partied a lot in high school but this was college and even though you had no clue what you wanted to major in yet, this was where you truly needed to lock in and focus on getting good grades.

Unfortunately for you, Shoko wasn’t having any of it. For every excuse you came up with, she had an argument against it. You don’t wanna be hungover? Fine, just don’t drink! You’re tired? You’re only nineteen, you can rest when you’re dead!

“When your kids ask what you were like in college, are you gonna tell them that you were a loser who sat in her dorm all day or that you were young, hot, and knew how to have fun?”

She had a point. It was just one party, what harm was there in enjoying yourself for a night? If you didn’t like it, you would simply leave. Plus it was at a sorority. You could manage that, though you couldn’t say the same for frats.

You’d die before being caught in one of those.

Fraternities were the embodiment of hell, nothing good ever happened at any of them based on the horror stories your older sister told you while helping you pack for uni. Sweaty, packed rooms, obnoxious men that only wanted to get in your pants, stale beer and hazing were far from your kind of parties.

Fate, as it would turn out, had different plans in store for you.

fireladylisa

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choivae

ᝰ.ᐟ bf!toji who hates seeing you cry until he makes you sob during sex ⸝⸝ 18+ mdni

bf!toji who acts like nothing bothers him, but he secretly notices every little change in your mood. he knows exactly how sensitive you are and treats your feelings like something fragile, even if he tries to act casual about it.

bf!toji is the type to drop his tough guy act the second your bottom lip starts shaking. if you two are watching a sad movie and a pet dies, or if you just had a terrible day and drop your cup on the floor—he's right there. he won't tease you. he’ll just pull you against his chest, let you ruin his shirt with your tears, and rub your back until you stop crying. he genuinely hates seeing you sad.

bf!toji who is completely caught off guard the first time it happens. you’re sitting on his lap, wrapped around him, completely lost in the moment. one of his big, rough hand is holding your hips, keeping you close, while he kisses your neck and slowly moves his thick digits inside your pussy, finding a rhythm that takes your breath away.

bf!toji stops completely the second he hears a small, shaky sniffle. he goes totally stiff under you. he stops moving his fingers and pulls back from your neck, his dark eyes wide and worried as he holds your face. seeing tears running down your cheeks scares him a little.

"hey... look at me. what's wrong? did i hurt you?" his voice is rough and actually panicked. "tell me, do you want me to stop?"

bf!toji watches you whine softly because he stopped. you shake your head, hiding your face in his shoulder and crying out the truth: "n-no, don't stop... it just—it feels too good, ji. i can't help it."

bf!toji freezes, taking in what you just said. hearing that you aren't crying from pain, but because he is making you feel that good? a switch flips in his brain and the panic disappears, replaced by a huge rush of excitement.

tays-writing

NSFW. boyfriend!satoru just can’t stop playing with your tits

The very first time you slept with Satoru, you immediately knew he was a certified tit guy.

He’d spent what felt like forever massaging them, sucking on your nipples, squeezing and kneading the soft flesh—completely lost in it—while you were practically throbbing and dying for him to finally fuck you.

Two years later, nothing had changed. If anything, he’d only gotten worse.

He touched them every single chance he got: insisting on showering together just so he could lather your breasts with slippery soap and play with them under the hot water, absentmindedly teasing your nipples when he slung an arm around your shoulders on the couch, and even sucking melted ice cream straight off them like it was the most natural thing in the world.

But your ovulation week? That was his absolute favorite.

Your tits always swelled up—rounder, heavier, impossibly more sensitive. And today was one of those days.

It was stupidly hot, so you’d skipped the bra entirely and thrown on your usual lazy outfit at home: tiny sleep shorts and a thin, loose tank top with spaghetti straps.

You hadn’t thought twice about it… until you felt Satoru’s gaze burning into you.

“Fuck,” he breathed, mouth hanging open, eyes glued to your chest. “They’re practically spilling out over the edge of that little top, baby.”

Before you could even respond, he closed the distance in five long strides. One large hand settled possessively on your waist, pulling you flush against him, while the other boldly traced slow, reverent circles over the full, heavy curve of your breast.

“Goddamn,” he muttered, voice already husky. “Look at you. So fucking full today.”

His thumb brushed over your nipple through the thin fabric, and it stiffened instantly, sending a sharp jolt of heat straight between your legs. A low, satisfied sound rumbled in his chest.

He didn’t wait for permission. He never really did when it came to your tits. In one smooth motion, he tugged the strap of your tank top down your shoulder, freeing one breast completely. The cool air hit your heated skin, making your nipple tighten even more.

Satoru’s eyes darkened with hunger.

He leaned in and dragged the flat of his tongue over it slowly, savoring the way you shivered. Then he latched on, sucking greedily while his hand continued kneading the soft, overflowing flesh of your other breast.

You could feel how hard he already was against your stomach

He pulled back just enough to speak, lips glistening, voice wrecked. “C’mere. I need both of them in my mouth.”

Without warning, he scooped you up like you weighed nothing and carried you to the couch, dropping down with you straddling his lap. He yanked the other strap down, fully exposing your chest, and buried his face between your tits with a deep, contented groan.

His hands never stopped moving—squeezing, pushing them together, thumbs flicking over your sensitive peaks as he alternated between sucking and licking like a man starved.

You were getting so turned on watching him play with your tits that you didn’t think twice. You slid off his lap, dropped to your knees in front of him, and eagerly pulled his pants down just enough to free his cock. It sprang out, hard and flushed, already glistening at the tip. The sight made your mouth water.

You could feel yourself getting wetter by the second, your body burning with need, the heat intensified by your ovulation.

“Oh god, you’re gonna spoil me rotten baby” he said softly, almost in awe as you pressed your swollen tits around his length.

You pushed them together tightly, enveloping him in soft, warm flesh. Then, looking up at him, you parted your lips and let your tongue hang out obediently, waiting.

“Fuck— that’s it,” he moaned, eyes darkening. “Such a good girl.”

He started thrusting slowly between your breasts, savoring every slide. With each upward thrust, the flushed head of his cock brushed against your waiting tongue, leaving a trail of salty precum on it.

“You’re getting so turned on, aren’t you?” he murmured, voice sweet and filthy at the same time. “I can see it in your eyes…Bet you’re already soaking those little shorts for me.”

He kept a steady rhythm, fucking your tits while his hands gently squeezed and played with them, thumbs brushing over your sensitive nipples and your own hands.

“Feels so fucking good… warm and soft,” he groaned, hips stuttering a little when the tip of his cock dragged across your tongue again. “You drive me crazy.”

Your cheeks were flushed, thighs pressing together as the ache between your legs grew stronger. Every thrust made you wetter, your body throbbing with need while he used your heavy, sensitive breasts exactly how he wanted.

Satoru’s breathing grew heavier, his thrusts a little faster, but he held back, clearly trying not to cum yet. He wanted to save it for your pussy.

“C’mon, baby,” he rasped, voice rough with desire. “I’ll fuck you nice and deep just like you need.”

He suddenly stood up, lifting you effortlessly into his arms. You wrapped your legs around his waist as he carried you toward the bedroom, kissing you hungrily on the way. His hard cock pressed against your soaked shorts with every step.

Once he laid you down on the bed, he pulled back just enough to look at you, eyes dark and full of lust.

“I’m gonna cum so much inside you…” he murmured against your lips, voice low and filthy, “I’ll fill you up until it takes.”

You whimpered at his words, a rush of heat flooding your body as you imagined it — your belly swelling, your tits growing even bigger and heavier, and Satoru being even more obsessed with them, sucking and fucking them while you were pregnant.

He smirked, noticing the way your thighs squeezed together.

“Yeah? You like that idea, don’t you?” he teased, sliding his hand between your legs. “Don’t worry, baby. I’ll make sure to abuse these pretty tits even more when they’re full of milk.”

I needed to get this out of my system

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vaxnilla

I'll show you friends. ~۶ৎ

You thought it’d be funny to try that “calling your bf your friend” trend you saw on tiktok on Satoru, just to see how his hopelessly in love ass would react.

Pressing the record button on your phone, Satoru stands just slightly behind you, his arm wrapped around your neck. He’s grinning into the phone, putting up a peace sign as if to say hello.

“Hi guys! Today I’m here with my friend Satoru,” he freezes against you instantly, his arm going firm where you can feel it against your neck. “We’re gonna try some new pastries…”

You keep talking into the camera, but you can see him through the screen, he’s glancing at you through the phone as well as craning his neck to look at you.

“Want to try it first?” You turn to him, holding the whipped cream stuffed bread out to him. He makes eye contact with you, his piercing blue eyes unwavering from your gaze.

“What was that?” He murmurs, his gaze hardening. You can see his jaw clench when you ask what he’s talking about. The video long forgotten.

“No,” he reaches out for your phone, not breaking eye contact as he sets it down, not caring enough to stop the recording. “We’re not doing this.”

You step back, his arm still wrapped at your neck curls in, pulling you up against his chest. He slides his other hand down to your waist, holding it firm.

Satoru’s eye twitches with anger, his jaw still tense as he speaks again. “Friend? Hm?” He brings his hand up to your cheek, cupping the side of your face as he leans in close.

He places a kiss against your lips, it's slow and tender, but you can feel the heat and passion behind it. He pulls back, just far enough he can speak freely.

“I am,” he leans in again, pulling back just as quick as he leaned in. “Not your fucking friend.” He mumbles against your lips in between kisses.

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“Is this what friends do, hmm?” Satoru growls into your ear, his breath hot against the shell of your ear. His large hand resting your the small of your back as he fucks into you with insane force.

You frantically shake your head, your tears wetting the satin of the bed sheets. “N..No!”

He rolls his head back on his shoulders, his Adam's apple bobbing as he suppresses a groan. “Tell me,” with a rough snap of his hips you're pushed higher up on the bed. “Who fucks you like this?”

A whine escapes your throat as he bites down on your shoulder, his pace quickens from your lack of an answer. “You! Fuck.. You, Toru!”

His large hands wrap around your stomach, his chest flush against your back as he pulls you back on him until you're on your knees. He’s still inside, in fact you’re taking him to the hilt.

“Good girl,” he hissed, his lips trailing the back of your neck as his hips twitched into yours. Your head falls back against his shoulder, a clear view of his glistening face, and that shit eating grin he’s got.

You barely have time to react before his hips snap again, fucking into you at a rapid pace. Still making eye contact with you, his hands slide up to your breasts.

His fingers playing with your nipple as he dips his head down to lick your other, the contrast of the cool air and his hot tongue are enough to make you cum right then and there.

“M’gonna- fuck,” you interrupt yourself, his free hand trails down to your clit. The pads of his fingers circling your clit as he pumbles into is too overstimulating.

“Cum for me,” he whispers against your breast, nipping at your perky nipples. Satoru seems put together, as if he’s not even close, but you feel the way his hips start stuttering, his legs shaking against your thighs. “Cum for your ‘friend’”

With one last thrust you come undone, the knot in your stomach breaking as you fall back into him. His body trembles beneath yours, hips staggering as he cums inside you.

The feeling of his thick, warm cum filling you up makes you fold over. Your head hitting the pillow as he falls with you, chest pressed against your back.

⋆˚꩜｡

When you fix yourselves up and go back to the kitchen, you notice your phone’s still been recording. The timer just hitting 2:30:00.

You sit down on the couch beside Satoru and play the video back, both laughing at how upset he was. Then you skip to sometime later in the two hours it recorded.

…

“I’m cutting that out, oh my god.” You flush, hiding your face in your hands. Satoru stole your phone from your hands, pressing play.

Loud moans from both your ends cut the silence and he laughed, sending the video to himself immediately.

“No, keep it in,” he pulled your hands away from your face. “Let em know I’m not your friend.”

dolcemisu

frat!kuna wants to hear your pretty noises (shy!reader)

even though sukuna wasn’t very vocal, that didn’t mean he didn’t want you to be. when you randomly went quiet underneath him, he wasn’t pleased. his thick cock split you open, causing your gummy walls to flutter around his length. you were squirming underneath him with your pupils blown wide as you took him. sukuna was in awe—you looked beautiful under him just as always—but something was missing. aside from the sound of skin on skin, it was quiet. too quiet.

“don’t go silent on me,” he leaned in to whisper in your ear. “i need to hear you.”

you were flustered. you turned your head away in embarrassment and shook your head. he snapped his hips again, tip nudging your cervix. you bit your lip to suppress the moan threatening to escape from you.

“are you embarrassed?” sukuna asked. “there’s no need to be, i promise.”

you hesitated, moved by his reassurance. he felt good and you wanted to show him that. but, you were shy. plus, it wasn’t like he made any noise other than his praise and a few low grunts here and there. you didn’t want to do it alone.

“taking me so well,” sukuna groaned. “so fucking tight you’d think i didn’t take good care of you.”

you let out a quiet moan, back arching. it was so hard to keep quiet, especially with the way he buried you to the hilt. you were so full of him you couldn’t think straight. heat pooled in your stomach as he fucked you, each thrust pushing you closer to the edge.

sukuna was close too, how could he not be? your warm walls hugged his length tightly, practically sucking him into your tight cunt. the sight of you under him was enough to get him off. but without the sound of your broken cries, he wasn’t sure if he could finish just yet.

sukuna decided instead of telling you you weren’t alone, he’d show you. the groan he let out snapped you out of it. you clenched around him immediately at the sound.

“‘kuna,” you whined without even realizing it. “feels s’good.”

“there she is. my pretty girl, don’t hide from me. let me hear how good it feels, yeah?”

you nodded and spread your legs even wider. sukuna angled his hips slightly to where his cock reached your sweet spot with each thrust. the delicious stretch was blinding. you cried out his name as you took all of him. his balls slapped against your ass, the lewd sound filling the room and egging him on even more. sukuna groaned into your ear and whispered to you.

“you’re close? come for me, need to hear it and feel it.”

you weren’t as quiet when you came. your orgasm shattered over you at his words. you cried out his name and gripped his bicep. as you came down from the high, you panted, lip quivering as you caught your breath. sukuna followed you right after. he buried you to the hilt with his cock, thick ropes of cum spilling deep inside your pussy. he groaned softly before collapsing on the bed beside you. his arms found yours, pulling you close to his chest. you put your ear to his chest and listened. his heart was pounding so hard like it was about to burst. you looked up at him with a small smile. he mirrored it and pressed his lips to your forehead.

“to be honest, i don’t think i can go again without hearing you,” he admitted. “don’t be afraid, i got you. always.”

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sukunasleftbanana

MDNI (18+) fwb with satoru gojo

tw: explicit sexual content, friends-with-benefits dynamic, sexual language, vaginal sex, fingering, oral sex references, edging, biting/marking, praise/teasing, emotional denial, situationship/fwb relationship, developing feelings, angst, college au.

Heaven and Hell

Getting fucked by Gojo is like experiencing heaven. The kind of heaven you never believed in, the kind that comes with a price tag attached to your sanity, your pride, your carefully constructed walls. Because Satoru Gojo is also hell. He's the annoying itch beneath your skin, the smug smirk that makes you want to slap him and kiss him in equal measure, the stupid white hair that falls perfectly into his stupid blue eyes that see right through you.

You hate how good he is at this. How he knows exactly when to push and when to pull, when to be insufferable and when to be irresistible.

Right now, he's being both.

His mouth is pressed against the shell of your ear, breath hot and uneven, that infuriating chuckle vibrating against your skin. "Mmhmmmm like that?" he coos, stopping his rhythm to grind deeper, rubbing against your neglected clit. The pressure is maddening, a tease that makes your whole body clench around nothing.

You're a mess beneath him. Your legs are hooked over his shoulders, your back arched off the mattress, your fingers twisted in the white sheets because touching him would be a concession you're not ready to make. His cock is buried so deep inside you that you swear you can feel him in your throat, the thick length stretching you open in that familiar burn that never quite becomes comfortable but always becomes addictive.

weiweific

mark fic recs ₊✩‧₊

finally going through all my likes to put together a comprehensive of all of my fave mark fics! as a result, there's older and newer fics here - enjoy!!! (also most of these are smut lol)

(m) smut | (f) fluff | (a) angst

one shots

surviving no nut november by @domjaehyun | m | 28.8k one of my fave fics!!!, ft. haechan, college au

pretty little weapon by @lisired | m, slight a | 25.7k undercover cop!mark, crime/gang au author summary: A lifetime worth of adversity had brought you to Bloodlust. You joined them to escape your history, but with Mark Lee - an undercover narcotics agent with a secret to keep - comes the threat of being forced to confront your past. Old wounds are opened, but scars heal.

pretty boy by @ncteez | m | 9.3k nerdy & shy mark, college au author summary: Mark’s favorite thing to do is sit alone at the library and enjoy the knowledge that his university offers. In contrast, your favorite thing to do is go to parties and enjoy as much chaos as possible. However, upon realizing your grades have dropped drastically due to this lifestyle, you have no choice but to approach Mark for help. or the one where your new favorite thing to do is seduce the most inexperienced man you’ve ever met and watch how desperate he gets for you.

graphic by @hausofwoo | m, f | 6.6k college!au, spiderman obsessed mark!! <3 author summary: stuck in the monotony of your job at the mall, every day feels the same: opening the store, sitting behind the register, and counting the hours til close. you’ve even memorized the routines of the stores around you. but when a new guy starts at the comic book store across the way, you realize your predictable days may soon change.

on edge by @ncteez | m | 22.5k infidelity, ft. boyfriend doyoung author summary: Dating the strict, well-liked, and loving Doyoung came with its hurdles. Normally, the two of you could communicate and work through the downsides, but what if the newest downside of the relationship is learning that his little brother, Mark, has a bit of a thing for you?

flipside by @yutaholic | m | 21k underground racer au author summary: When your father moves you overseas for his job, you are determined to hate it until you discover the illegal street races happening after nightfall. Boys are quick to vie for your attention, but none catch your eye like Mark, who takes you on the ride of a lifetime.

with a little pixie dust by @sehunniepotwrites | f | 11.9k cutest best friends to lovers au author summary: There are so many ways your friend group could have chosen to celebrate your graduation from university but they chose the one way that fit their childlike antics most of all–going to Disneyland. With all the screams of joy and laughter filing the atmosphere, you see why people call it The Happiest Place on Earth. It’s where magic comes alive, hearts soar to the skies, and where dreams come true. With your dream job already lined up for you once you get back from this vacation, you wonder if your last and wildest fantasy–the one that carries Mark Lee endearingly close to your heart–will take flight. (But don’t worry; your best friends, with a little help of pixie dust, are determined to make it come alive by the end of night.)

watch me by @sluttyten | m | 14.6k neighbours au, voyeurism author summary: you pick up the voyeuristic habit of watching your neighbor that never closes his curtains and whose face you never see. on an unrelated note, you start dating the cute barista from down the street that also happens to live in the building across from yours. what could happen?

go with it by @seouljazzbar | m | 6k best friends to lovers au author summary: “have sex with me so I can finish writing this” inspired by this tweet or when mark offers to solve all your problems, it's much better to go with it

bad habits. by @mrkis | m, slight a? | 6.5k slight toxic behaviour, dealer!mark author summary: ❝you know you're my favourite.❞

this is (not) easy by @mrkis | m | 13.2k friends to lovers, fwb situation author summary: getting into a friends with benefits situation with your all time best friend was so (not) easy

nervously in love by @angelwonie | m, f | 5.2k established relationship author summary: despite his very obvious sexual attraction towards you, your boyfriend keeps holding himself back from sleeping with you. OR the three times you want to fuck mark lee and the one time you do.

real talk by @smileysuh | m | 19.4k restaurant au, coworkers to lovers author summary: “You’re Jeno’s roommate, Jeno’s my friend- I know we’ve just met, but I know things about you.” Hyuck explains. “When you were with your last girl, Jeno used to come to the bar and bitch about you never coming out- he’s been wanting you to meet the rest of the boys for a while, but never wanted to invite us over cuz your last girlfriend had some supernatural cootchie-grip hold on you or something- point is, I know you’re a serial monogamist. Two long-term girlfriends. You like the domestic shit, and I get that- but if you want domestic, it’s not our little Miss Sunshine expo girl. She can’t even sleep next to guys she’s fucked- wakes up at five am, and dips out without a word. Trust me on this, dude, you wanna stay far away from that man-eater.”

gelato by @hazyhae | m | 14.4k plug!mark, weed use, friends to strangers to lovers author summary: a high slip up cost you mark lee years ago, and you’ve spent years burying your memories of him ever since. the universe has other plans for you when your old friend starts a new career, smoking his way back into your life.

kiss u right now by @domjaehyun | m, f | 6.9k mark pining harddd author summary: in which mark just really wants to kiss you. alternative summary. five times mark wanted to kiss you and one time he actually does.

play with me by @domjaehyun | m, f | 4.6k weed use, best friends mark

series

sweet cream, cold brew by @lucyandthepen | m, f | 2 shot, 46.7k total college au, nerd!barista!mark, a very sweet fic with lots of pining <3 author summary: something about mark lee keeps you up at night, and you’re pretty sure that it isn’t the lingering smell of espresso on his shirt.

unholy by @sluttyten | m | 19 chapters supernatural au, poly!au featuring ten, yuta, winwin & mark author summary: you’re a religious good girl when one day you find yourself sucked into a dark world of myth, legend, and creatures of horror. You never believed they were real, but now there are demons, vampires, werewolves, and so much more. In the magic and in the seduction, you begin to lose who you were and discover who you are. And most confusing of all? You want every bit of it.

quarantine chronicles by @domjaehyun | m | 3 parts | 126.7k featuring jaehyun, johnny, jaemin & jungwoo author summary: fourteen days, five roommates, and five remarkably high sex drives. what could go wrong?

smashing the six by @yutaholic | m | 6 parts other parts feature jeno, johnny, jaehyun and haechan - kinda have to read all the other parts for it to make sense!!, college au author summary: there’s a notorious tradition at nct university - hookup with a player from each of the six athletic programs. bonus points awarded if you get any of them to fall in love with you. but don’t forget about neonet, nctu’s infamous social media app, where rumors get passed around like candy and no one is safe from having their business aired out for all to see.

tays-writing

!nerdjo x reader | part 7

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

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

cr: 3vangel1ne_ on X

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

None of it reached you.

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

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

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

Now…

Well. Life had taken a very strange turn.

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

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

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

“Could I borrow yours?”

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

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

"...Idiot" you muttered

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

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

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

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

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

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

You swallowed.

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

Turns out… it had been you all along.

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

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

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

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

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

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

That thought lingered a little longer than it should have.

Shit.

Maybe that was the problem.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Oh, that’s bad.”

“…What?”

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

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

“I hate you.”

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

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

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

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

“We talked,” you said eventually

“Mhm.”

“And… some things happened.”

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

“I’m not elaborating.”

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

You frowned. “You met him twice.”

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

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

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

You raised an eyebrow.

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

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

A surprised laugh escaped you before you could stop it.

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

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

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

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

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

“I think I’ll pass” you said.

Shoko smiled, slow and dangerous.

“No, you won’t.”

“…Why are you so sure?”

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

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

“So… wear something cute” she added

“I’m not dressing up for him.”

“Mhm.”

“I’m serious.”

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

—

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

Almost instinctively, you opened the shared document:

Draft - Chemistry Project / Vancomycin Resistance

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

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

Your lips curved into a slow, satisfied smile.

Nerd.

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

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

You snorted softly. It was perfectly clear.

Still…

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

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

Now it's perfect.

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

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

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

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

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

You’re not dressing up for him.

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

“…Whatever” you whispered to the empty room.

Your phone buzzed on the bed.

Shoko: Leaving in ten.

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

—

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Seriously? Again?

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"There she is"

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

“Yeah. Mutual friends.”

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

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

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

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

“Thank you.”

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

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

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

Why the hell won’t she move it?

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

—

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

Choso went first.

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

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

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

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

You stayed mostly quiet, observing.

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

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

“Dare” she answered confidently, smiling brightly.

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

“Sit on someone’s lap”

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

Satoru froze.

You watched from across the circle, jaw tight.

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

You hated every second of it.

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

It helped a little. But not enough.

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

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

Then your turn came.

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

“Truth or Dare?”

You didn’t hesitate.

“Dare.”

Suguru’s smile widened.

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

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

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

“Satoru.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Sit on the bed” you ordered.

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

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

Heat flooded your body at the contact.

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

“N-no, please” he breathed

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Touch it” you whispered.

“What?”

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

He swallowed again, struggling to keep his breathing steady.

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

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

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

“Look at me, Satoru.”

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

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

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

“I like it so much…” he whispered.

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

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

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

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

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

He nodded frantically, lips parted, breathing ragged.

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

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

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

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

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

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

The first slide was devastating.

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

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

“Look at me” you ordered, voice husky.

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

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

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

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

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

Skin to skin for the first time.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I’m yours— I’m yours— please—”

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

But he was getting too loud.

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

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

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

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

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

You started grinding faster, more desperately.

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

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

“Ah— ah— mmph—!”

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

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

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

You were so close.

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

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

Your orgasm hit you like a wave.

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

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

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

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

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

You winced, remembering Shoko’s earlier words.

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

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

Just then, a loud knock echoed through the door.

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Don’t get close to Crystal again.”

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

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

Just… I won’t.

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

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

This was... STIMULATING, to say the least

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

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