You frowned at him, “If you want me to pass, then yes.” He grumbled in response, face flushing the prettiest pink as he adjusted the panties.
“Could you have at least gotten me a bigger size? We both know I’m not exactly little.” You trailed your eyes down to his crotch, mouth practically watering at the sight of his flushed cock straining against the cotton.
“Well, it’s cute seeing you struggle,” you replied with a shrug. He whined louder this time, pouting so prettily at you, bright blues glistening with crocodile tears. Nonetheless, he sat down — begrudgingly so — and pulled open the textbook.
It started somewhat okay; Satoru read the contents aloud while you jotted down the details. You could feel the heat radiating off of him, not only from embarrassment but from arousal.
You knew all too well how much your nerdy little boyfriend got off to you teasing him, more specifically, humiliating him.
Slyly, you began to trace your nails over his bare thigh, lightly scratching his pale skin. His breathing halted, and he stumbled over his words, “B-Babe? What’re you d-doing?”
“Shh, keep going, Toru. You’re here to tutor me, right?” Satoru gulped, fumbling with the pages of the textbook, “Y-Yeah, so stop that!” He argued weakly, clearly already close to snapping. Yet you continued to trail your fingers up, up, up until you reached the hem of the panties.
Satoru whimpered as your fingers traced his semi-hard on, squeezing his eyes shut as he tried — God, he tried — to contain himself. “Toru,” you purred, “Keep reading, baby.” He nearly came from the mere sound of your voice.
He shakily continued reading, voice wobbling every time you lightly squeezed his cock through the fabric. It was almost torturous having his pretty girlfriend run her hand over his dick while he was forced to keep reading. Almost torturous.
But Satoru, the freak he was, enjoyed it. He loved when you egged him on, teased him until his balls were practically blue.
You tsked when he bucked up into your hand, unable to contain the breathy moan that slipped past his lips.
“Toru, how am I going to learn if you keep distracting me?” you scolded. Any arguments died on his tongue as your nail traced the vein running up the underside of his cock. “M’sorry, babe. Promise I’ll be good.”
Smiling oh-so sweetly, you continued your actions, forcing Satoru to bite his lip in an effort to muffle his moans.
It went on for what felt like hours. Each time he stumbled over a word, you would release your grip on his cock, tutting at him for losing focus so easily. It almost felt like he was the one in need of tutoring.
Satoru zoned in on the words on the page, determined to get through this chapter before he came all over your hand. You, on the other hand, set your sights on pushing his buttons until he finally ditched the books and bent you over the desk.
Your hand began to move faster, squeezing him harder through the panties. “Sweets… Ngh — stop i-it! I’m trying to focus,” he whimpered, glasses fogging up slightly from his heavy breathing.
You shushed him while thumbing at his leaking tip that poked out from the waistband of the panties. “I’m rewarding you, baby. You’ve been so good.”
Satoru felt his dick twitch in your grasp; his balls tightened as his orgasm approached.
You watched with innocent eyes as he began to squirm and dig his nails into his palms before ropes of cum coated your hand and his stomach.
He whined as he came, legs jerking from the pressure of his orgasm. You kissed him sweetly, whispering praise into his flushed ears as he just smiled dopily.
“I guess we could take a break…”
“Thank you @kamislop for the idea” we all say in union
Fratboy! Sukuna who keeps you by his side at any parties he goes to.
He's usually the type to sit and just lean against the wall, drink in his hand while the music is bumping. He's known for having guys and girls alike by his side trying to get his attention all night. Who wouldn't want to be with him? Over six foot, known around the school, big as hell, covered in tattoos and piercings, everything about him just gave off sex appeal. The problem was he wanted you, you and no one else. It wasn't even a hidden fact either because at every frat party he was all up on you. Either standing behind you while you danced or holding you drink for you so you could talk with your friend. You made him your little personal errand boy.
Once he got with you, he never let you stray too far from him while at these parties. Dark heavy gaze followed wherever you went because he was obsessed with you. Now he lurked in the corner with his boys but kept you on his lap to talk to. You wanted to dance? That's fine, just make it in eyesight. You wanna go off with your friends? Cool, he'll be checking on y'all though because he knows how these parties can be. When it was just you two on the couch, he was clingy as fuck. Touching on your thighs, kissing your neck while telling you how good you looked, rubbing his thumb against your temple to soothe any relief or keep any chance of a migraine from the music and alcohol coming. Sukuna was obsessed with you.
— They’re both insanely competitive. Game nights were banned at the Baxter Building because Johnny nearly set the Monopoly board on fire and Peter pulled Johnny into a headlock because he saw him shoving money into his pockets.
— If Johnny cooks, Peter does the dishes. If Peter cooks, Peter also does the dishes, because Johnny fucking hates doing the dishes.
— Peter tells Johnny he can’t thermoregulate because of his spider powers, but that’s a lie he uses so he can cuddle Johnny more.
— They fight a lot, mostly about stupid stuff. Their last argument was about the correct answer to the hypothetical: “Would you rather fight one horse-sized duck or 100 duck-sized horses?”
— Johnny’s love language is touch and Peter’s is acts of service.
— Peter’s struggles to relax because he’s constantly on high alert. Johnny’s presence is one of the only things that can calm him down.
— Peter said “I love you” first, but didn’t make a big deal out of it. He gave Johnny a kiss, said, “Okay, love you, bye,” and left for work. Johnny was reeling for the rest of the day.
— They can’t patrol together anymore because Johnny is a constant flirt, and he whispered something so provocative that Peter’s brain short-circuited and he slammed right into a billboard.
