TIFA LOCKHART

19, Nov 3 2005 MDNI

[therealtifalockhart]

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[tays-writing]

!nerdjo x reader | part 3

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!

CW: NSFW. Masturbation. Watching porn.

cr: 3vangel1ne_ on X

When you arrived at the library on Friday afternoon, Satoru was already there.

He was sitting alone at a table tucked away in one of the quieter corners, a simple blue T-shirt stretched across his broad frame. His glasses rested neatly on the bridge of his nose as he stared intently at his laptop, white hair falling slightly over his forehead.

You lingered by the entrance for a moment, fingers tightening around the strap of your bag, before finally walking over.

"Hey" you said.

He looked up immediately. His expression softened into a small, genuine smile the second he saw you.

"Hey... you came."

"Of course I did."

"I, um..." He glanced at the cup sitting across from him. "I bought you coffee. It's just a latte. If you don't like it, that's okay. I didn't have your number, so I couldn't ask if you preferred oat milk or almond milk or—"

"Satoru," you interrupted, unable to hide your smile. "I like it. Thank you."

The tips of his ears turned a soft pink.

"...Okay" he mumbled, looking visibly relieved.

You settled into the chair across from him and pulled your notebooks from your bag. He tried to focus on his laptop, but you noticed how his eyes flicked up when you slipped off your jacket. The moment your gazes met, he quickly looked back down at his notes, his ears still flushed.

"So..." He cleared his throat. "Have you thought about what we should research?"

You paused as if considering his words, but you already knew what you were going to say. In fact, you'd known the moment you'd walked into the library. 

It was childish. Maybe even a little cruel. But after reading his reply the other night… You wanted to see his face when you said it.

You held his gaze.

"What about vancomycin?"

For a split second, something flashed across his face. His brows lifted ever so slightly. Surprise. Confusion. 

"...Vancomycin?"

You held his gaze.

"Yeah"

He stared at you for another beat. Then he blinked and gave a small, sheepish smile.

"I… wasn't expecting you to say that."

"Is that a bad idea?"

"No!" he answered a little too quickly. "No, not at all" He let out a quiet, shy laugh, rubbing the back of his neck. "It's actually one of my favorite antibiotics."

"Figures" you muttered before you could stop yourself.

Satoru blinked.

"I—sorry?"

Your eyes widened.

"Nothing"

He nodded and leaned forward slightly, visibly more comfortable now that the conversation had shifted to something academic. 

"We could focus on its mechanism of action and the molecular basis of resistance," he said, eyes lighting up behind his glasses. "There are a lot of interesting papers we could draw from. It could make for a strong presentation."

You nodded, trying to ignore how attractive he looked when he got excited about the topic.

"Sounds good to me."

For the next hour, the two of you worked quietly, reading through papers, comparing notes, and deciding which studies were worth including.

As you jotted down a few notes, your thoughts drifted back to the Q&A post.

There's this girl in my chem class

The blonde girl immediately came to mind. 

You glanced up from your notebook. Satoru was completely absorbed in the article in front of him, absently tapping his pen against the table as his brows furrowed in concentration.

A strange feeling settled in your chest.

Jealousy? 

…No. You barely knew him. 

"Replacing the amide linkage in D-Ala-D-Ala with an ester linkage in D-Ala-D-Lac alters both the hydrogen-bonding donor/acceptor capabilities and—"

He stopped.

"Are you... still with me?" He looked at you, searching your face with a mixture of concern and that characteristic, debilitating shyness. "I'm sorry," he said quietly. "Am I talking too much?"

His shoulders slumped just a little.

You blinked.

"No—no." You shook your head quickly. "I'm listening. Sorry... I'm just tired."

And catastrophically attracted to you.

Before he could apologize again, a familiar voice cut through the silence.

"There you are."

You looked up to see Shoko making her way through the library, one hand tucked into the pocket of her jacket. She smiled the moment she spotted you.

"I've been looking everywhere for—" She stopped mid sentence.

Her eyes landed on Satoru. Then on you.

Then back on Satoru.

Her eyebrows climbed almost to her hairline.

You already knew that look. With a quiet sigh, you slowly shook your head.

Don't.

Shoko pressed her lips together, clearly fighting back a grin.

"This is Shoko," you said, gesturing toward her. "My friend."

Satoru looked up from his laptop, sitting a little straighter.

"Oh… Nice to meet you."

Shoko smiled warmly.

"Likewise." She tilted her head ever so slightly, looking him over for just a second. "You have really pretty eyes."

Satoru visibly froze. His ears immediately flushed pink.

"T-Thank you."

Only then did Shoko turn back to you, looking entirely too pleased with herself.

"So," she said, as if she hadn't just short-circuited the poor guy, "you're still coming next Saturday, right?"

You frowned.

"...Next Saturday?"

"Choso's party?" she repeated.

You stared at her blankly.

"...There's a party?"

Shoko let out an exaggerated groan, dragging a hand down her face.

"Oh my God. The semester has completely eaten you alive. I've mentioned it, like... three times already. You are coming, though."

You winced.

"...Sorry."

She pointed a finger at you.

"You'd better be there."

You laughed softly.

"I will."

"Good."

With one last nod, Shoko turned to leave. As she walked past Satoru, she flashed him an easy smile.

"Bye, pretty eyes."

Satoru looked up, visibly caught off guard.

"O-Oh... bye."

She kept walking. Once she was behind him, she glanced back at you. Slowly, she mouthed—

Fucking. Handsome.

You rolled your eyes, fighting back a laugh.

The two of you worked for another fifteen minutes in comfortable silence before Satoru finally closed the article on his screen.

"...I think we have enough to get started," he said quietly. "We can call it a day, if you'd like."

You looked up from your notebook.

"Yeah. That sounds good."

Satoru closed his laptop and stood, instinctively ducking his tall frame beneath one of the low-hanging library lights. The motion was so natural it made something warm flutter in your chest.

"...See you in class, then."

You nodded, briefly distracted by how tall he looked standing so close. He offered you one last small, almost nervous smile before turning toward the exit.

"Wait."

He stopped mid-step and looked back at you.

You quickly tore a small sheet from your notebook and scribbled down your number before holding it out to him.

Satoru blinked in surprise.

"...My number," you said, suddenly feeling a little self-conscious. "So we can plan another one." 

He accepted the paper carefully, as though he were afraid of crumpling it.

"I..." He cleared his throat. "...I'll text you later."

He paused, seeming to realize how that had sounded.

"...So you have my number too. I mean—for the project, of course."

You nodded.

"See you, Satoru."

With one last awkward nod, he turned and walked away a little faster than before.

—

A week slipped by faster than you expected.

He’d texted you just a few hours after you'd gotten back from the library that first Friday — a simple "Hey, this is Satoru" — and you’d saved his number with fingers that felt a little too eager.

Since then, the two of you had met once more. Working with him was surprisingly easy. Conversations flowed naturally when they stayed on the project, and before you knew it, you'd already finished nearly half of it in just two study sessions.

You'd done your best not to make things weird. Not to give yourself any more reasons to visit his page again.

But today...

You'd been walking down one of the science building's long hallways when you spotted him in the distance. The blonde girl was standing beside him again, talking animatedly about something you couldn't make out. 

Satoru listened quietly. Then, for whatever reason, he looked up. His eyes found yours from the other end of the hallway, surprise flashing across his face. He lingered there for a heartbeat before turning back to her. You watched his lips move.

"Okay."

That single word had been enough.

By the time you made it back to your room, your emotions were a tangled mess.

Jealousy. Want. Need. It was driving you insane.

Two glasses of wine later, the hesitation you usually carried melted away.

You chose the video he'd uploaded a couple days ago. The moment it started, your hand slipped between your thighs.

The camera was angled down over his body, capturing the subtle definition of his collarbones and the way his chest rose and fell with already shallow breaths. The grey sweatpants clung to his hips, the thick outline of his cock already straining against the soft fabric.

He didn’t start stroking right away. Instead, his large hand slowly dragged over the bulge, palm pressing down firmly, rubbing in lazy strokes. A low, shaky exhale escaped him.

Your fingers found your folds, already obscenely wet. You could feel your own slick coating your fingers as you started teasing your clit 

"Mmh… fuck," he whispered, voice already breathy. 

On the screen, his hips twitched upward into his own palm, chasing the pressure. He rubbed harder, fingers splaying wide so the heel of his hand dragged along the full length of his clothed cock. The fabric shifted, outlining every inch—thick, heavy, and clearly aching. 

"God… I need you to touch me. Please. I’ve been thinking about you all day."

The words hit you hard, jealousy flooding you once again. You weren't even lying to yourself anymore—you were fucking jealous. Yet, you were far too aroused, eyes fixed on the sight of his giant cock bulging against his sweatpants, stretching all the way to his pocket. 

Shit. 

Would you even be able to fit him inside?

He let out a broken little moan, rolling his hips again. The wet spot forming at the tip of his cock was starting to darken the grey material, and he traced it with two fingers.

"I'm already leaking so much… just for you. Look what you do to me." His voice cracked on the last word "I like you so much. You have no idea. You're so smart and you smiled at me today and I—ahh—fuck, I got hard right there like a fucking loser."

Your fingers moved faster, circling your clit as heat flooded your body. The way he said it—so raw and filthy—made you clench around nothing, your pussy aching for him, wishing he would just pull those damn sweatpants down once and for all.

He kept rubbing himself over the sweatpants, while his free hand fisted the sheets beside him, knuckles turning white. 

"I'm this needy because of you," he whimpered, the words tumbling out faster now. "Every time you looked at me I wanted to crawl under the table and beg ´Please… let me cum for you. I'll be so good. I'll do anything you want´"

He gripped himself through the sweatpants now—properly palming the thick length and stroking in long, firm pulls that made the material bunch and slide.

"I want you to feel how much I need you. I'd let you edge me for hours if that's what you wanted. I'd whimper your name until my voice gave out."

You couldn’t believe how dirty his mouth was. The contrast between the polite, slightly awkward Satoru and this desperate, whining version of him was making you lose your mind.

A soft, needy whine escaped him as he squeezed the head through the cloth. He was breathing harder now, little gasps and whimpers punctuating every stroke.

"F-fuck… I'm so sensitive today. Because of you. Because you sat in front of me, smelling like vanilla and coffee and I wanted to bury my face in your neck and—ahhn—beg."

You pushed two fingers inside yourself, biting your lip to hold back a moan as he shoved his sweatpants down and freed his cock. It slapped heavily against his stomach, thick and veiny—the same obscene, pretty cock you’d seen before. Your mouth watered at the view, and jealousy clouded your mind again, fueled by the overwhelming heat in your veins.  

You knew he wasn't thinking of you. He was thinking of her—the blonde girl who hovered in his orbit, who didn't know the dark, frantic secrets he kept behind the screen. You hated her for it, and yet, you were intensely, violently grateful that he was recording this. 

He wrapped his fingers around the base and squeezed, holding it there while his hips rolled in shallow thrusts, fucking into the tight ring of his fist slowly.

"Let me cum please, I beg you," he whined, voice pitching higher. The words were pure roleplay now, directed straight at the camera—at you. "I'll be your good boy. I'll hold it as long as you want."

His abs flexed with every thrust, thighs trembling as he fucked up into his fist harder.

"God, I'm so close already… but I don't want it to end. I want to stay like this for you. Needy and desperate and saying stupid shit because I can't think straight when It's about you"

His words kept pouring out — needy, filthy, and shockingly honest. The desperation in his voice, the way his thighs trembled and his abs flexed with every desperate thrust into his fist… it was too much.

He slowed down deliberately, teasing himself cruelly. The contrast was devastating—his body clearly aching for release, hips twitching uncontrollably, yet he kept himself on that edge.

You kept fucking yourself harder as he edged himself on camera, whimpering and begging for someone that wasn't you. 

A particularly sweet, broken moan tore from his throat as he finally sped up again.

"I'm gonna—fuck—please—"

"Fuck—" you moaned, finally hitting your own orgasm as his voice cracked beautifully on that last plea. Thick ropes of cum shot across his stomach and chest in powerful, rhythmic spurts.

You came with him, your thighs shaking, a broken whimper slipping past your lips. He milked every last drop, his body twitching with aftershocks until he was panting, spent, and trembling. 

You lay there in the dark, your heart hammering against your ribs, your pussy throbbing so hard it was almost painful.

When you finally caught your breath, your pulse still racing, your fingers moved to the comment section. 

"Vancomycin boy… you have no idea what you just did to me."

You knew then, with a dark, twisted certainty, that you no longer wanted to just watch him on a screen. You wanted to be the one making those whimpers rip from his throat—even if he was thinking of her instead.

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༯ birthday sex with Gojo

Gojo Satoru didn’t believe in just one round during your birthday, no, he was a firm believer of making you have orgasms all day, sometimes not in the most appropriate places.

The day starts with his head in between your thighs, morning sun filtering through the curtains and casting a yellow glow over your boyfriend’s white hair. His long, slender fingers grip the skin of your thighs roughly as he dives into your sweet pussy, head rolling back as you moan and whimper above him.

The second time, it’s in the backseat of his car. You want to visit a garden centre on your birthday? Sure, as long as he can bounce you on his cock in a quiet area of the car park afterwards. You’re far too cock drunk to notice or even care if the car is rocking violently each time he slams you down onto his deliciously thick length.

The third time, two of his fingers are splitting you open in your friend’s bathroom. You should’ve known that Gojo would try this when you said your friends had invited you round for the afternoon with an open invitation for your boyfriend too.

“Satoru,” you begin breathlessly, legs involuntarily spreading wider. “Someone could hear.”

He presses open mouthed kisses along your neck, nipping at your skin playfully. “Then let them. Let them see how well you’re being treated on your special day.”

You can’t contain your moan as his fingers plunge deeper, reaching that sweet spot that made your legs shake. “You’ve already-mm-treated me twice.”

“Not enough for me, baby. I won’t let you sleep until I’ve given you at least six orgasms today.”

You barely register his words as your eyes roll back, familiar feeling building in your lower stomach as you thrust helplessly against his palm.

The fourth time happens on the couch, right after getting home and unable to even get a word out before Gojo is pushing you down, fingers already straying to your underwear. Somehow, you end up face down ass up, drooling over one of your favourite cushions as Satoru pounds into you again and again, causing the nastiest of moans to spill from your mouth.

The fifth and sixth orgasm happens during the same event, in a fancy restaurant. Apparently, Gojo had no awareness of his surroundings even in one of the most prestigious places possible. He apparently also thinks it’s funny to rub the sole of his shoe over your clothed pussy during dinner until you finish, hands gripping your cutlery in a desperate attempt to look composed. And then to top it all off, he fucks you again in his car, the passenger seat now, one hand firmly wrapped around your neck so you don’t accidentally turn your head and notice how everyone can see the two of you this time.

[riccyyvalz]

u luv talking to rins dick ଓ ༘˚˖ content | nsfw, bf!rin, gn!reader, handjobs, praising rin cuz he needs it

“aww, y’so hard for me, aren’t you?” you coo sweetly, staring right at rin’s exposed dick.

rin sputtered, narrowing his eyes. though, a hilariously visible blush etched his cheeks. “d—don’t do that,” he cracked.

you smile, slowly letting your tongue fall past your lips and lightly lap at the base of him. rin squeaked quietly, his body tensing immediately.

you pull back, bringing a hand to wrap around him, thumbing his slicked and blushing tip.

“dripping so much,” you murmur. “you like being such a mess, hn?”

rin shuddered, his breath dropping to hasty shivers. he watched with gleaming eyes as you talked to his dick like it was your only friend in the world, and it made such an unfamiliar spark of arousal ache in his stomach.

his voice was a sheepish mumble, “stop talking to it like that . . .”

you kept idly tracing your thumb along his tip, giving him no sense of relaxation. his entire body was bleeding with heat and pleasure, making him look all shy and pathetic with plump, blushing cheeks.

“but look at him,” you say, tightening your grip on him just slightly.

“ah— st—stop,” he mewled.

his mind raced. feeling both exhilarating pleasure and unbearable embarrassment was a mix he didn’t think he’d be so into. but here he was, throbbing at the breath of you fanning his desperate cock.

your hand began shifting up and down his length, making him sound out stifled and strained moans. it was all you could hear. until—

“gonna make you feel so good,” you murmured against his length. you stilled your hand, planting a soft kiss on his pre-slicked tip.

“mmf—“ he whined.

you could see the colour of his tip pulse and ache into a blush. letting your eyes drift upwards, you saw the flustered and glossy look on his face that undoubtedly made you squeeze your thighs together.

you brought your hand back to his length, stroking him at a steady, tantalizing pace. the warmth that radiated from his flushed dick pooled into your hand alongside the wetness of his pre-cum.

“s’cute, all hard and dripping for me,” you whisper, your breath hitting his exposed skin.

“y/n—” rin moaned, carrying both admission and apprehension.

“gonna make such a mess on my hand, yeah?” you continue, your hand pumping along his length with a lewd schlick, schlick!

rin shivered from your words. he brought his hand to his lower face, muffling his not-so quiet moans.

you chuckle lightly, your parted lips hovering over his dick as you watched intently at the pulsing and jittery twitches his blushing tip made.

“such a pretty little thing,” you sigh against him.

rin’s chest tightened unbearably. his hips jolted slightly, reenforcing the rhythm of your hand. a strained groan escaped his chewed-up lips as his dick began splurting cum out. your hand didn’t waver from its pace, letting your palm and fingers become coated in his pathetic arousal.

“oh, wow,” you feign a shocked gasp. “such a good boy for me.”

your hand finally stilled. rin limply sunk more into the bed, pink and dazed.

“good boy,” he panted. “good boy,” he repeated to himself, more silently, more in awe. rin now knows — he has a praise kink.

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[sazustarz]

pervert roommie!choso who waits until your shower steam is thick enough to hide the sound of his palm slapping against his cock. door cracked just enough. he’s got your worn sleep shirt balled up over his nose, inhaling the spot right under your armpit where your scent clings strongest, groaning low when the cotton drags over his leaking tip

pervert roommie!choso who “accidentally” forgets to lock the bathroom after he jerks off so you walk in on the mess he left. pearlescent ropes still dripping down the shower tile, his boxers kicked into the corner like evidence. he stands there towel low on his hips, pretending to be surprised, voice cracking when he mumbles “shit… didn’t hear you come in”

pervert roommie!choso who steals your dirty panties from the hamper and stuffs them in his pocket before you do laundry. later that night he’s thrusting into his fist with the lace crushed against his tongue, tasting the damp cotton where you were wet earlier that day. he cums so hard his thighs shake and he has to bite his own arm to keep quiet

pervert roommie!choso who starts leaving the living room tv on porn channels at 3 a.m. knowing you’ll stumble out sleepy and confused in nothing but that tiny tank top. he’s sprawled on the couch, sweats tented obscenely, eyes half-lidded when you freeze in the doorway. “couldn’t sleep,” he rasps, hand already palming himself through the fabric, “wanna watch with me?”

pervert roommie!choso who corners you in the kitchen at midnight while you’re reaching for a glass. presses his whole front to your back, fat cock already rock-hard against your ass. he doesn’t even pretend it’s an accident anymore. instead just grinds slow and heavy while his mouth finds your ear. “been smellin’ you all day… fuck, you’re soaked through these shorts, aren’t ya?”

pervert roommie!choso who finally snaps after weeks of teasing. pins both your wrists above your head with one massive hand, other yanking your panties to the side. he’s shaking, pupils blown, throat dry. “m’ sorry— m’ so fucking sorry b-but i can’t— need inside— been dreaming a-about this pussy every night—” then he’s bullying his way in with one desperate thrust, choking on a sob the second your walls flutter around him.

pervert roommie!choso who turns into a babbling mess the moment he bottoms out. hips stuttering, forehead pressed to your shoulder, whimpering against your neck. “s’ too tight— fuck— gonna cum already— d-don’t move— please don’t move or m’ gonna lose it—” but he’s already fucking you stupid, sloppy and frantic, drooling down your collarbone while he chants your name like a prayer.

pervert roommie!choso who keeps going even after he fills you up once. pulls out just to watch his cum leak out, then pushes back in with a broken moan. “look— look how much i gave you… still not enough— need to breed it deeper— fuck— m’ gonna keep going til you’re dripping for days”

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[tays-writing]

Sylus x Reader

you got jealous of the hostess eye-fucking your boyfriend, so you made him pay for it with your stilettos ♡

cr: @/adeline_ns (IG/X)

CW: NSFW. Heels kink, semi-public sex, cowgirl, creampie, possessive & jealous reader. Dom/sub undertones

Sylus was magnetic. The kind of man who commanded every room without even trying. Charismatic in a dangerous way, with that lazy, knowing smirk, those red cat-like eyes and a voice like velvet wrapped around a knife.

People didn’t just approach him, they were drawn to him. Some did it foolishly, lured by the thrill of his presence; others— mostly women—were pulled in by his raw, masculine aura.

Everyone in the room knew exactly what he was: the leader of Onychinus, a man who could ruin lives with a single word or a flick of his fingers. And, more importantly, everyone knew he was taken.

Everyone, except the whore of a hostess at the restaurant you were at now.

You were right by his side, clearly accompanying him, yet she flirted with him shamelessly. She leaned far too close over the polished counter, batting her lashes, her fingers lingering on his wrist when she grabbed his card. She was clearly enchanted by the infamous Sylus. He didn’t encourage it, but that signature smirk of his stayed in place, unreadable.

When you finally sat across from each other in the private booth, you ignored him completely. You stared pointedly at the menu, your jaw tight, but the words were a blur of meaningless ink. Your mind was still replaying the way that woman had looked at him like he was a prize to be won, ignoring the fact that you were by his side. It made your blood boil.

You gripped the menu at the thought.

“Kitten.”

You didn’t look up. You could feel his gaze on you—that heavy, all-knowing weight that always made your skin prickle.

“Sweetie, are you jealous?”

The audacity. You lowered the menu just enough to glare at him, letting all your irritation bleed into your expression. “No.”

Sylus leaned back against the leather booth, one arm draped lazily along the seat. He looked completely relaxed, entirely too entertained. “Let’s try again. Are you jealous of a hostess I didn’t even glance at twice?”

“She was practically hanging over the counter” you countered, your voice a sharp, low blade.

“And?”

And you let her, you thought, a surge of possessive fury overriding your restraint. You stood there like a king, enjoying the worship.

“And you…” You didn't finish the sentence. Instead, you dropped the menu entirely, leaning forward. Slowly, deliberately, you began to slide your heel up his thigh under the low table. The movement was teasing and measured, the sharp stiletto dragging along the expensive fabric of his trousers, feeling the hard, toned muscle beneath. “…didn’t say anything.”

His relaxed posture shifted instantly. His crimson eyes sharpened, turning dark and heavy with sudden interest. He didn’t pull away; he simply parted his legs a little wider, inviting you in, that dangerous smirk deepening with clear amusement and a flicker of growing arousal.

“Why would I waste—”

You didn’t let him finish. He was always so prone to lecturing, to trying to regain the upper hand with his smooth words. You dragged the heel back down with deliberate slowness, sliding it over the growing bulge in his trousers until the sharp point rested directly against his hardening cock. Then you pressed. Hard.

A low, ragged groan tore from Sylus’s throat. It wasn't the polished, composed sound he usually reserved for his subordinates; it was raw, unfiltered, and entirely yours. His crimson eyes flashed with a predatory hunger, the usual calm mask fracturing as his hips jerked forward, involuntarily chasing the sharp, punishing pressure of your heel.

“You’re really punishing me with the heels I bought you?” he rasped, a dark, breathless chuckle mixing with the words. “Naughty little thing… Look at you, all jealous and territorial.”

His large hand shot under the table instantly, fingers wrapping tightly around your ankle, anchoring your stiletto firmly against his throbbing length. He didn’t push you away. Instead, he ground up against it—slow, deliberate movements that let you feel every thick inch of him swelling and straining desperately against the expensive fabric.

“Harder, sweetie” he murmured “If you’re that mad about the hostess touching me, then punish me properly. Grind that pretty, expensive heel into my cock with all that jealousy.” He was rock-hard under your heel now, thick, heavy, and throbbing with every heartbeat. He was waiting for your next move, completely at your mercy, and he was clearly loving every second of the surrender.

But you suddenly stopped, yanking your ankle out of his grip.

The sudden shift in your demeanor caught him off guard—a flicker of genuine surprise finally pierced through his predatory mask. As you stood up, moving with a lethal grace, you didn't give him a second to recover. You slid into his side of the booth and straddled his lap.

He didn't protest as your fingers—deliberate and steady—reached for his belt. The heavy buckle clicked open with a sharp sound, followed by the slide of the zipper, exposing him to the cool air of the restaurant booth and the overwhelming heat radiating from you.

He looked up at you then, his crimson eyes dilated, burning with a mix of shock and dark hunger. He was a man accustomed to owning every situation, yet here he was—pinned, exposed, and entirely captivated by your next move.

You leaned down, your gaze locking with his, your voice dropping to a low, possessive murmur that seemed to vibrate against his skin. You guided him to your already slick entrance, one hand sliding your panties aside beneath the fabric of your crimson dress 

"You," you said, your voice dripping with an authority that matched his own as you lowered yourself, taking his tip inside you. He groaned as his cock twitched, thick and desperate for more. 

You kept your eyes fixed on his, your hands moving to cup his face, your palms pressing against his sharp jawline.

"Are," you continued, your voice breathless now as you began to settle, sinking further down, feeling his length fill you completely—an intoxicating fullness that made your head swim.

"Mine."

You sat down fully, the air driven from your lungs in a sharp, jagged exhale. Sylus let out a guttural, broken growl as his hands gripped your hips as if he were trying to imprint his touch onto your skin as you started moving on him, desperate and unrelenting.

"Look at you" he rasped, his hands digging into your waist to guide your rhythm. "So demanding when you finally decide to take what's yours."

You didn't answer, caught in the friction and the overwhelming heat of him. You accelerated, the sound of your skin slapping against his filling the small booth. The world narrowed down to the pressure, the slide, and the way he looked at you—worshipful and ruined. When the release finally crashed over you, pulling a sharp cry from your throat, he followed immediately. He groaned, a deep, earth-shaking sound that vibrated through your joined bodies, and he spilled into you, holding you anchored against him as he bucked upward.

As the aftershocks faded, you pulled back just enough to catch your breath, feeling the heavy, wet evidence of him dripping down your inner thighs. You quickly adjusted your underwear—trapping the slick warmth against you—and smoothed the dress back into place, sliding out of his lap to return to your seat.

Sylus let out a low, dark chuckle, his gaze heavy and possessive as he watched you fix your hair.

“Well, looks like my kitten decided to bare her claws” he rasped, that smug grin never leaving his face. “Feeling better now?”

You turned your head away with an exaggerated little “Hm.”

Sylus laughed, his eyes dark with lingering heat. “I’ll take that as a yes.”

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Satoru Gojo x Reader

“I wish I had someone strong to rely on” you said to ragebait your boyfriend. Unfortunately for you, Satoru took that very personally and now you’re too busy choking on him to take it back ♡

cr: @_3aem on X

CW: NSFW. rough face fucking. Throat bulge. Choking. Deepthroating. Cum on face. Spitting in the mouth. Size kink

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You were both lounging on the couch, simply enjoying each other’s company after a long day. Satoru looked way too relaxed, so obviously you had to do something about it.

A mischievous smile tugged at your lips before you let out a dramatic sigh.

“Ugh… Sometimes I wish I had someone strong to rely on”

Satoru slowly turned his head toward you, phone completely forgotten. His blue eyes narrowed, that signature cocky grin twitching like it couldn’t decide whether to laugh or snarl.

“…Excuse me?”

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

“I just thought about it, I don’t know” you shrugged innocently.

He tossed his phone aside and in one fluid motion yanked you into his lap, making you straddle him. 

“You’re literally dating me” he said, as if it were the most obvious thing in the world.

“Yeah, but like…” You tilted your head, feigning innocence. “I’m talking about someone really strong”

Satoru looked at you with a mix of amusement and mild condescension. “I am really strong.”

“Mmm…” You traced a slow pattern on his arm, pretending to think deeply. “But, like… stronger”

His eyes narrowed “Stronger than who?”

You gave a casual shrug. “I don’t know”

“Yuki?”

“No.”

“Yuta?”

“No.”

“Then who?”

You sighed dramatically. “I don’t know, Toru. Someone… elite”

He looked genuinely offended. “You do realize I’m already at the top, right?”

“Mhm”

Satoru sat up straighter, hands still firmly on your hips. “You’re literally living with the peak of humanity. I’m the measuring—”

“I’m just saying…” you purred, leaning in closer “sometimes a girl wants to feel protected by someone really powerful, Satoru~”

“Oh” he said, a dangerous glint entering his eyes. “You are absolutely ragebaiting me.”

“Am I?” you asked sweetly.

“Okay,” he murmured, his legs parting wider to accommodate you, grinding his crotch firmly against yours to make sure you felt exactly what you were dealing with. His voice dropped an octave, dripping with ego and possessiveness. “Keep talking then. Tell me again how you wish you had someone strong. I dare you. Let’s see how long you can keep that attitude before I fuck it right out of you”

You smiled innocently. “…Sometimes I really wish I had som—”

Satoru growled and pulled you flush against him.

“Oh, you are so getting it tonight.”

You laughed against his neck, victorious, as his hands slid under your shirt.

—

Well, in fact, he was really fucking it right out of you. 

After fucking you senseless on the couch, Satoru finally pulled out, leaving you trembling and dripping with your own fluids. Your legs were still shaking, your breathing ragged as you tried to recover.

But he wasn’t done. 

He stood up in front of you, towering over your seated figure. His cock was still rock hard, glistening with your juices, thick and heavy as it bobbed right in front of your face. A smug, slightly mean smirk played on his lips while he looked down at your dazed expression. 

“Look at you…” he murmured, voice low and rough. “All trembling and messy because of me. And you still had the nerve to say you wanted someone stronger?”

He gripped the base of his thick cock and started slowly dragging it across your face. The heavy weight of it slapped softly against your cheek, then your other cheek, leaving a wet trail of precum and your own arousal on your skin. He rubbed the swollen head along your lips, teasingly smearing it back and forth.

“Open your mouth” he ordered.

You parted your lips obediently, tongue out waiting for him, but Satoru leaned forward slightly and spat directly into your mouth, a thick string of saliva landing on your tongue.

You couldn’t stop the broken whimper coming from your throat.

“Swallow” he commanded.

You did, eyes locked on his.

“Good girl,” he praised, but his tone was still edged with that possessive arrogance. “Now let’s put that bratty mouth to better use.”

With both of his large hands he grabbed the sides of your head, his long fingers practically enveloping your skull. His grip was firm, controlling, leaving you with nowhere to go.

He pushed the thick head of his cock past your lips, sliding it over your tongue until he hit the back of your throat. Then, without warning, he thrust forward hard, burying himself deep in one powerful motion.

You gagged instantly, your throat tightening around his heavy cock. Saliva immediately started dripping from the corners of your mouth, running down your chin.

Your eyes widened when you felt it — the obscene bulge in your throat. Every brutal inch of his cock stretched your neck from the inside, the thick outline of his shaft clearly visible under your skin as he forced himself all the way in.

“Fuck— look at that,” Satoru groaned, eyes darkening with raw lust. He kept one hand on your head while the other slid down to wrap around your throat, his palm pressing lightly over the prominent bulge. “You can see me right here, baby. So fucking deep.”

He started fucking your throat with deep, rough strokes, watching mesmerized as the bulge in your neck moved up and down in time with his thrusts. Your throat convulsed violently around him, the obscene outline of his cock appearing and disappearing with every snap of his hips.

Your jaw ached from how wide you had to stretch around his thickness, but you were so ridiculously wet that the discomfort only made you throb more. You were certain you could cum just from this.

Tears pricked at the corners of your eyes and soon spilled down your cheeks as he thrust harder, burying himself to the hilt again and again. You could feel his heavy cock pulsing against your tongue, the veiny underside dragging along it while the bulge in your throat kept shifting under his fingers.

You gagged wetly around him, loud and messy. The wet, obscene sounds of him fucking your throat filled the room.

“Breathe through your nose, baby” he cooed mockingly, still thrusting deep, his thumb stroking the bulge in your neck. “You asked for it, now take it”

He picked up the pace, pulling you forward to meet his hips as he drove into your throat. Your eyes watered uncontrollably, tears streaming down your face while you looked up at him with hazy, fucked-out eyes.

Satoru’s breathing grew heavier, his abs tensing as he got closer.

“Fuck… I’m gonna cum all over this pretty face” he growled.

He pulled out of your mouth with a wet pop, strings of saliva connecting your lips to his cock. He stroked himself fast and hard right in front of you.

“Look at me” he demanded.

You did, mouth open and tongue out. With a deep, guttural groan, Satoru came hard. Thick, hot ropes of cum shot across your face in powerful spurts. He kept pumping his cock, milking every last drop onto you until your face was a complete mess.

When he finally finished, he let out a long, satisfied breath and looked down at his work with a dark, proud smirk.

“Fuck… you look so much better like this,” he murmured, thumb gently spreading some of his cum across your bottom lip. “All mine”

He crouched down in front of you, still towering slightly, and wiped your eyes carefully with his fingers so you could see properly. Then he leaned in and kissed your forehead, surprisingly soft despite everything.

“Still wish you had someone stronger?” he asked, voice husky but affectionate now.

You could barely speak, but you managed a weak, breathless smile. “…Maybe tomorrow.”

Satoru chuckled and pulled you into his arms, lifting you easily from the couch. 

“Let’s get you cleaned up”

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yeah im not okay

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Satoru Gojo x Reader

Your boyfriend looked too good in his black suit, and you couldn’t help but suck him off under the table at his cousin’s wedding ♥️

CW: NSFW. Blowjob, handjob, risk of getting caught.

The wedding party was alive with pop music, clinking glasses, and distant laughter, but your world had narrowed down to the man beside you. Satoru looked sinful in his black suit, long legs stretched under the table, snowy hair glowing under the dim lights. You’d only had two glasses of champagne, enough to make you bold and horny.

You leaned into him, lips brushing his ear. “You’re so fucking hot tonight,” you whispered, letting your hand slide up his thigh under the heavy tablecloth.

Satoru’s breath hitched. “Baby…” he said, a warning wrapped in amusement. “There are people everywhere.”

“I know,” you purred, pressing a kiss to the side of his neck. “I don’t care.”

Feeling bold, you sucked his sensitive skin gently, then harder, tasting him while your fingers traced the growing bulge in his pants.

He groaned softly, one hand gripping your wrist, but not stopping you. “You’re going to get us caught.”

You smiled against his throat and slowly dragged his zipper down. When you slipped your hand inside, you found him already rock-hard, hot and throbbing in your palm. You wrapped your fingers around his thick length and gave him one slow, teasing stroke.

“Fuck,” Satoru hissed between his teeth. “You’re really doing this right now?”

Instead of answering, you kissed lower, nipping at his collarbone while stroking him steadily under the table. Precum was already beading at the tip, and you stroked it with your thumb just the way he liked.

His breathing grew ragged. “Baby, there’s people—my aunt keeps looking over here—”

“Then stop me,” you challenged, your voice sweet and wicked.

You squeezed him tighter, pumping him faster, your thumb swirling over the sensitive head.

Satoru’s head tipped back slightly, his jaw tight. He looked like he was seconds away from losing control.

You glanced around quickly. It was really dark, and most guests were focused on the dance floor. Heart hammering, you slipped down between his legs under the table, disappearing beneath the long white tablecloth.

“Shit—!” Satoru’s whisper was sharp, but he didn’t pull you back up.

You freed his cock completely, thick and flushed, pulsing under your tongue as you licked a long stripe from base to tip.

You took him into your mouth, sucking gently at first, then deeper, bobbing your head and taking as much of him as you could, hollowing your cheeks while your hand worked the rest.

Above you, Satoru was falling apart. His voice was barely audible.

“Fuck, baby… I won’t last…”

You sucked harder, faster, saliva dripping down his shaft as you worked him desperately, the wet, obscene sounds muffled by the music.

“I’m close—shit, I’m so close—”

You took him deeper, eyes watering, determined to finish him. A few seconds later, his cock pulsed hard on your tongue. He came with a choked groan he tried to swallow down, thick ropes of cum spilling into your mouth, a bit trickling down the corner of your lips.

When he finally stopped pulsing, you carefully tucked him back into his pants and zipped him up.

You emerged from under the table a moment later, lips slightly swollen, cheeks flushed. Satoru looked wrecked—cheeks pink, eyes dark, chest still rising and falling fast.

Without missing a beat, you grabbed a napkin from the table and discreetly wiped your mouth, folding it neatly like nothing had happened. Then you leaned in and kissed his jaw sweetly.

“Delicious,” you whispered against his ear. “The best dish of the night.”

Satoru let out a breathless, disbelieving laugh and pulled you against his side, his arm wrapping possessively around your waist.

“You’re actually insane,” he murmured, his voice rough with lingering pleasure. “I can’t believe you just did that. In front of my whole fucking family.”

You smiled innocently, nuzzling into his neck. “It’s your fault for looking too good.”

He laughed and kissed you.

“Ten minutes,” he said on your lips “Then I’m dragging you out of here and fucking you so hard you won’t be be able to walk or think straight for a whole week.”

You bit your lip, thighs pressing together at the thought.

“Make it five.”

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[tays-writing]

Masterlist

★ smut

Satoru Gojo

you get off to !nerdjo whimpering ★

saying “I wish I had someone strong to rely on” to the strongest ★

putting a collar on !nerdjo ★

forcing !nerdjo to read his notes while you touch yourself ★

don't fall for me ★

if you were sober: part 1 . part 2 . part 3 . part 4 ★

sucking off your boyfriend in his cousin's wedding ★

SMAU | boyfriend Satoru vs your LADS husband(s)

Love and Deepspace

trying the “am I allowed to eat?” tiktok prank on the LADS men

when LADS men meet ft Rafayel & Xavier

slapping your boyfriend as a birthday gift (caleb) ★

punishing your boyfriend with your stilettos (sylus) ★

you are testing my restraint (zayne) ★

gojo coded (xavier)

forcing the LADS men to experience CupcakKe songs against their will

LADS men as Taylor Swift Songs | The Life of a Showgirl Version

SMAU | trying the 'AI naked man' tiktok prank on the LADS men

SMAU | LADS men Tinder profiles

SMAU | asking the LADS men if they've seen the news about the "unidentified beast" in Linkon 🐺

SMAU | who's my good boy? ft Valko

SMAU | wrong chat: in which you accidentally confess to the LADS men

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!nerdjo x reader

It’s the night before the exam and Satoru can’t focus. So, you spread your legs and touch your dripping pussy right over his precious notes, forcing him to keep reading out loud ♡

CW: NSFW. Perv reader x Perv Satoru. Masturbation. Dry humping. Power dinamics. Humiliation.

cr: @/koramiarts on X

The tension between you and Satoru Gojo had been building for months. You were study partners in quantum mechanics, always tucked away in the quiet corners of the library or lingering over half-finished coffees in dimly lit shops.

Truthfully, you liked him. But there was a darker edge to it. You were a total perv for him. But the best part was that he was just as guilty as you were.

He was painfully shy, but he wasn’t as subtle as he thought. In the lecture hall, you’d constantly catch him staring. His bright blue eyes would linger hungrily on your legs, the curve of your ass, or your lips. But the moment your gaze met his, he’d snap his head down, desperately scribbling nonsense into his notebook to hide the flush creeping up his neck.

Tonight, you’d finally bridged that gap. You’d invited him to your dorm, promising a quiet night of studying for tomorrow’s exam.

Satoru arrived exactly on time, in his usual oversized cardigan and slacks, his backpack heavy with textbooks and binders. He looked adorably rumpled, like he’d been bracing himself for this all day.

Now you were sitting on your bed, legs crossed, wearing a short pleated skirt. He was kneeling on the floor, leaning forward onto the mattress to arrange his notes. As he hunched over, his elbows resting on the bed, he looked completely focused. Or at least, he was trying to be.

For the first twenty minutes, it was normal. But beneath your skirt, you were bare—and you were already dripping, wet and aching just from the way he breathed. It didn’t help that his gaze kept wandering. Every time you shifted your weight, his eyes would inevitably flick toward the hem of your skirt, his pupils dilating as he caught a glimpse of skin.

You knew exactly what you were doing. You wanted to corrupt this beautiful, sweet boy. And by the way his hands trembled, you knew he wanted to be ruined just as badly.

“You’re going somewhere else again, Satoru” you said softly, tilting your head to catch his eye.

He jolted, his glasses sliding precariously down his nose. “I—I’m sorry,” he mumbled, his voice stuttering with that familiar, endearing fluster. He looked down at his binder as if it were a shield, but he couldn't help himself. “It’s just… you distract me” he confessed, the admission barely a whisper.

You offered him a smile—sweet, but laced with a dangerous, knowing intent. “Mmm, that’s a shame. We really need to get through this, Toru. The exam is tomorrow.”

“I know… I’m trying,” he murmured, his hands trembling slightly as he reached up to adjust his glasses.

Watching him struggle, you decided right then that if he was going to be distracted anyway, you might as well make it impossible for him to think about anything else.

Without warning, you stopped pretending to study. You uncrossed your legs, and scooted forward, spreading your knees wide right in front of his face. You leaned in close enough that your bare thighs brushed the scattered pages of his notes, effectively trapping him between your legs.

You watched his breath hitch, his entire posture freezing as the reality of what you’d done—and what you were offering—settled over him. His eyes went wide, pupils blowing huge behind the lenses as he stared at your dripping cunt, inches from his carefully handwritten notes.

“Just a bit of encouragement, Toru” you murmured. “Read.”

Your hand slid down as two fingers parted your slick folds, circling your swollen clit with obscene wet sounds. He remained frozen, his eyes glazed and lost as he watched.

“I said read, Satoru”

He swallowed hard, his throat tight as he forced himself to look at the textbook. He needed this—he needed the rigid logic of the math to keep from losing his mind. His voice was thin and shaky as he started, his eyes desperate to stay on the page.

“‘The—the Schrödinger equation for a—a particle in a box’” He took a shuddering breath, his hips twitching involuntarily against the edge of the mattress. “In this model… the particle is… it’s free to move inside the box but—’”

His words faltered completely as you sank two fingers deep, the wet sound of your slick skin filling the space between his sentences. A thick, heavy drop of your arousal escaped, landing right over the paragraph he was reading.

He couldn't finish the sentence. His eyes were wide and glazed with pure, unadulterated need. The academic lecture died in his throat, replaced by a desperate, strangled whimper.

The sound was so helpless it made you throb. More of your slick fell, spotting his neat handwriting and colorful annotations until the ink began to blur in tiny, darkened patches.

His cock was painfully hard. He tried to keep reading, but his voice cracked and faltered with every wet sound your fingers made.

“It is described by a… a wavefunction… which represents the probability…ah—’” Another drip landed on a paragraph about wave functions. Then another. Your pussy was dripping steadily now, small shiny puddles forming on his precious notes.

Satoru’s breathing grew ragged. He was grinding against the mattress now, slow, desperate rolls of his hips like a needy puppy, rubbing his clothed cock against the bed while he tried so hard to focus on the book.

He tried. God, he tried to keep going “The boundary conditions imposed…Jesus—’” His hips moved faster, humping the bed with shallow, frantic thrusts. The shy boy who could barely look you in the eye was falling apart right in front of you. “Please…” he whispered, voice hoarse

“Look at you” you moaned softly, fingers speeding up. “Humping my bed like a desperate dog while my pussy drips all over your notes.”

A broken whine escaped him. “Please… I need— you’re so wet” he said, voice trembling, his eyes glued to the way your fingers disappeared inside your glistening cunt again and again.

“You’re such a fucking perv” you said, close to the edge “How many times did you imagine this?”

Satoru’s hips stuttered. A wrecked sob left his throat. “S-so many… every night,” he confessed, voice cracking. “After study sessions… I’d go back to my room and stroke my cock thinking about your legs… under your skirt… fuck— I’m sorry”

His honesty sent a fresh rush of heat through you. You rubbed your clit faster, fingers plunging deeper as your pussy clenched.

His hips moved desperately now, grinding his hard cock against your mattress like a pathetic, needy puppy, his movements making the bed frame creak softly in the quiet room.

“I wanna cum, Toru,” you groaned, your hips bucking, “but you’re going to have to rewrite every single one of these pages.”

“Please— please cum,” he begged shamelessly, voice hoarse and broken. “Cum on my notes… I don’t care— I’ll rewrite everything”

His desperate begging pushed you over the edge. You cried out, back arching as your orgasm crashed through you. Your pussy pulsed hard around your fingers, your thighs shaking with the intensity of it. A thick, clear rush of slick gushed out, dripping directly onto the center of his open binder.

Satoru whimpered loudly, hips jerking erratically against the bed as he watched every second of it, completely transfixed. The sight of you shivering, your pussy pulsing and flooding his notes, was finally too much for him to bear.

A sharp, guttural cry tore from his throat as he bucked upward one last time. His hips seized, shuddering violently against the mattress as he came, a dark, growing stain blossoming across the front of his slacks. He went limp, his forehead dropping heavily against the mattress, gasping for air as his body continued to twitch in the aftermath of his release.

You slowly pulled your fingers from your dripping cunt, letting the last few drops fall onto his ruined notes.

You looked down at him with a wicked, satisfied smile.

“Do you wanna fuck me, Toru?”

His head snapped up so fast his glasses nearly flew off—a desperate, pathetic sight. His pupils were blown wide, black voids drowning out the blue, and a ragged, needy sound tore from his throat.

“Y-yes— please—” he stammered, his composure completely shredded.

“Okay then,” You spread your legs wider for him and grabbed the messy, stained notes from beside you. Pressing the open binder firmly against your chest, you smiled.

“Read.”

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[laiaera]

sae hates using condoms.

sae’s lips are aggressively attacking yours his tongue exploring your mouth as his hands glide up and down your hips.

the smell of his expensive cologne overwhelms your senses. making your body feel tingly.

his hands slip under your shirt kneading at your breasts before pulling away from your lips,

“i need you.” he says blankly at you his eyes deadpan as ever.

“okay…” you say leaning over to the drawer to grab the box of condoms before his hand reaches out grabbing your wrist.

“what the hell are you doing?” he says looking between the condoms and your face.

“i- im getting the condoms?”

he scoffs dropping your wrist and snatching the box from you,

“when the fuck have we ever used these? you know how i feel about them.” he spat out tossing the box aside.

“sae would you relax?”

he clicks his tongue shaking his head.

“you’re being annoying on purpose. you know i fucking hate when we use condoms.”

you smirk at his reaction and shrug he huff’s before discarding your guys clothing immediately.

sae has your face shoved into the mattress as he fucks you hard and rough from behind.

each thrust of his hips making the bed-frame rock and small soft grunts escape his lips.

his hand smacks your ass making you clench around him before he grabs your hair pulling you back and leaning to your ear.

“you’re going to regret ever considering wanting to use those condoms. tch.” he says licking along your neck. the scent of his cologne is almost too much

. “…sae- i was messing… with you...” you breathe out. the feeling of his thick cock filling you whole has you gasping for air.

“you know i don’t like that messing around shit.” he huffs out snapping his hips more aggressively than the last thrust making him groan in pleasure.

“fuck that felt good.”

you clench around him making him let out a very soft moan before spilling his load into you. panting on your back before sliding his hands to grope your breasts.

“see? with a condom i can’t feel you squeeze me just right. and you can’t feel the warmth of my cock properly.” he says smirking against your skin slowly grinding his hips.

“…i know…” you mutter out still recovering from your orgasm. he lifts up and smacks your ass,

“atta girl. let’s go get cleaned up, yeah?”

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saes mean to u as he fingers u content | smut, fem!reader, fingering, degradation, cum swallowing

“look at you,” sae muttered in your ear. “so wet for me.”

his two fingers kept pumping in and out of your wet cunt, making you let out a moan of pleasure each time. sae had you looking like a flushed, sweating wreck. shaky legs, quivering lips, glassy eyes.

and fuck. with the amount of juices gushing out of you, you might as well have given your whole body up for him. every single time — he was able to make you so fucking wet. all from his mean, mocking words.

the rhythm of his fingers pushing and pulling out of your pussy was accompanied by the sloppiest schlick! schlick! sounds. that with your whines, you were the loudest thing in the room.

“so fucking loud,” he groaned airily against your face. “do you ever shut up?”

“mmf . . .” you stifle a moan. his words hit you right in the face, making a wave of pleasurable self-resentment make your pussy even more wet.

the corner of sae’s mouth twitch slightly upwards. “you like when i do this? how fucking filthy.”

he stopped the pace of his fingers. at the feel of him taking them out, you ravenously felt empty and starved. the walls of your wet cunt pulsed inwards and outwards, absolutely desperate for him.

his fingertips ran down your slick folds, making you shudder.

“a—ah!” you squeak.

“yeah,” he whispered lowly, his heavy-lidded eyes focused on your bare wet pussy. “look at that. so damn wet.”

he watched closely this time when he inserted his two fingers back into you. staring at the gradual stretching of your glossy cunt. his tongue unconsciously swiped his bottom lip, showing his clear arousal.

the sounds of his fingers fucking you echoed in the room with those same sloppy, gushing schlick! schlick! sounds.

“y’hear that?” he slurred, now looking up at you. “that’s all you.”

your throat ached from your crying moans. before you could even begin to say anything, sae leaned in, kissing you with filthy fervour. you couldn’t catch your breath.

he pulled away, his gaze boring into your teary eyes. “gonna cum all over my fingers?”

“y—yes,” you sputtered, spit bubbling out of your shaky mouth.

sae scoffed, narrowing his eyes slightly. “filthy girl.”

you sucked on air as your body went cold. then, heat — everywhere.

squirt!

“hnngh . . !” you groaned, feeling your pussy tenderly squeeze around his fingers, sopping with your slick and oozing cum.

“yeah,” sae breathed, his breath fanning your face. “cum all over my fingers.”

your lower stomach slowly drained of tension. the more you rode out your orgasm, the more the knot inside you unraveled. fuck. it felt so good. you involuntarily bucked your hips slightly up, making sae’s fingers hit a new angle inside of you.

“hah— ah!” you whimper, the pleasure blanking your mind.

sae clicked his tongue, pulling out his fingers once your high died down.

and he shoved them into your mouth without a second thought.

“mm—!” you muffle in surprise, the taste of your own cum short circuiting your mind.

“c’mon, taste how fucking gross you are,” he cooed mockingly. “you loud, pathetic fuck.”

you instinctively followed his words, slurping on the goopy, slicky coating on sae’s fingers. sae watched, his eyes lightening up at the sight of your pathetic, big-eye gaze.

he finally forced his fingers out your mouth, watching as you swallowed. he imperceptibly bit his lip, his hand sliding down to adjust the erection in his pants.

“you’re so fucking disgusting,” he whispered raspily. he leaned in and lightly nipped at your neck. “it’s so fucking hot.”

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"are you... sucking your own dick?" ☆

some part of you thought that maybe sukuna would be startled upon being caught red-handed (or... mouth-handed) like this. but as you lean against the doorway and drink in the lewd position you've walked in on him in, he just looks at you.

"no," you watch his palm pull up and off the tip of his cock, and the drooling mouth that you're sure was just sucking the soul out of himself seals up. he makes a point of closing his fist around the thick length of his cock and giving it a few rough strokes. "you see things that aren't there. you're odd."

you cross your arms. "well i'm not the one sucking my own dick."

"don't call it that. and you have no cock to suck," sukuna bites, hitting right where it hurts. a sudden reminder that you'll never be able to slip it into a warm and loving mouth like your own…

“shut the fuck up.”

you step into the room, ignoring the disgruntled noise he makes at your movement, and plop yourself down on the bed where he stretches out, stroking himself languidly.

"you're perverted," he tsks, ignoring your hungry eyes as he keeps pace. "go on, then. serve me with your mouth."

"i think you can do that well enough for yourself," you shrug.

"i should spank your ass raw, brat."

despite his sharp words, sukuna doesn't make much of an effort to stop you when you pull his hand from his cock and trace your finger over his palm. there's no mouth in sight, though his skin is covered in a sheen of what could either be precome or saliva. you aren't sure.

you give his open palm a soft kiss. "come on, kuna. i think it's hot, you know."

he doesn't reply, just bears his teeth a little as you guide his palm back to his leaking tip, pushing it gently against the in-tact skin. you aren't so sure how it works, his hand-mouth. the only glimpses you get of it are when he's using it to suck on your clit while he fucks you full of his cock.

it takes you reaching down with your free hand to give his balls a squeeze for him to finally relent and, with a groan, let the mouth on his palm manifest. you watch it latch on to the tip of his cock, collecting his beading pre on the tongue before you gently push his palm down a little, feeding sukuna's own cock to himself.

"can you taste it?" you ask, rolling his balls a little with your free hand.

"yes."

"do you like it?"

"keep asking questions and i'll replace this mouth with your own."

he's groaning his words out, rolling his hips up a little to push into his palm better. you don't listen to his threats, though you know they aren't empty.

"does it have a gag reflex?" you chime, taking sukuna's irritation as a chance to push his palm down even further, and watch in awe as he takes his own cock down to the base. "holy shit."

sukuna groans at the sudden engulfment, tipping his head back and bucking his hips up in rhythm with the push of your hand down on his own. he's in nirvana for all of five seconds before you laugh.

"it's like the fucking bag from mary poppins!"

"what the fuck is a—" sukuna cuts himself off, preferring to find his orgasm in peace than entertain the weird shit you say. his free hand comes up to the back of your head, and with a strained 'shut the fuck up', he pushes your head down to his balls.

you're easily occupied, smiling as you mouth over his sack with a kiss before starting on worshipping him properly. your warm mouth works in beautiful tandem with his, which takes his cock right down to the base.

you only chime up again when his balls tighten up, and you're met with the full force of his orgasm as he spills right into his mouth-hand with a chesty groan. you pull off his sack with a grin "ha, you just ate your own load."

chest heaving, sukuna growls. his hand pulls off his cock and shoots down to caress the side of your face, all too soft to be genuine. there's a stupid spark of amusement in his eyes that has your lips parting to ask what the fuck he has planned for you.

your question is answered before it can even leave your lips. pushing you backwards onto the bed and pressing himself in between your thighs, he doesn't give you a second to react before he's covering your mouth with his hand.

and spitting his own cum into your mouth.

[serinitoshi]

need sae pent up from being away for football too long and he goes feral on us when he returns.

im talking, seeing us post in cunty outfits to hangout with our friends and not being able to do anything, randomly having a wet dream about us but again he can't do anything about it. and it all drove him crazy and all the more eager to see us again...if ykwim😋

SAW YOU IN MY DREAMS

SYNOPSIS: After being away for so long and seeing all of your teasing pictures, Sae’s sexual frustrations become too much

WARNINGS: nsfw, smut, masturbation, p in v, teasing, dirty talk, degradation, fingering, ass play, double penetration (kind of), unprotected sex (pls wrap it), cream pie, reader discussed to have female anatomy, dom!sae, sub!reader, yearning sae 🥹

AUTHOR’S NOTE: sae🤤🤤 thank you for requesting, this prompt is actually beautiful

Sae had been in Spain for two months now, practicing everyday and barely getting moments to himself. When he did get some time he spent it on the phone with you, trying to catch up on all of the lost time. Leaving you behind wasn’t his favorite thing but it was the most obvious choice, he couldn’t have any distractions while attempting to become the best midfielder.

Just one more week and he’d be able to see you, be able to take you out to all of those new spots you mentioned, be able to actually hold you in his arms again, be able to finally feel at peace.

But for you, that week was your last chance to enjoy your freedom. You love Sae, more than anything in the world, and of course you miss him, but being able to go out with friends every other night was a blessing. The curse was coming home to an empty bed, but at least you could postpone that feeling by staying out late.

Your friends made it a habit to take pictures of one another in your stunning outfits, showing out for each other. The pictures were gorgeous, so obviously you posted at least one every time you went out.

You always went out in the most beautiful low cut dresses, ones that hugged your figure just right, and don’t get your friends started on the way they shaped your ass. You knew what you were doing posting pictures of yourself posing from behind, peering over your shoulder to show both your butt and face. Even if Sae rarely used instagram and didn’t see the pictures, it was still your way of teasing him a bit.

What you didn’t expect was for him to go through your feed one night when he was missing your presence the most, seeing the pictures you were posting of yourself. He could look at them all day, you were the epitome of beauty to him. You also were the one person to get him going, as well as the only person who could get him off. His hand wouldn’t be as good as you, but he still tried anyways.

He scrolled through old highlights, seeing you and your friends together at clubs and imagined you were next to him, that his calloused hands were your soft ones shifting up and down his cock.

It wasn’t enough, he couldn’t even cum without you here. Sae felt like a middle school boy going through puberty with how badly his erection ached.

You were going to kill Sae Itoshi before he even got his hands on you.

Then, as if it couldn’t get worse, he had the nastiest wet dream about you. He had you pinned to the bed, pounding into you from behind, one of his hands gripping the back of your neck. Your moans sounded like music to his ears, he never knew how much he missed you crying out his name until now. But, just as he was about to cum he woke up. Sae let out a tired groan and tried to go back to sleep, but his pulsing cock was irritating him so badly.

God he needed to see you.

Three days later he was finally coming home. You had cleaned up the house for his arrival, also taking initiative to pick up his favorite dinner. You were ready to have a night in, catching up with your boyfriend, but Sae had other plans.

As soon as he unlocked the door to your apartment, you jumped off the living room couch and hopped over to the door, awaiting his entrance. He pushed the door open and all you could notice were the bags under his eyes. Had he not slept well? Poor thing!

You threw yourself at him, wrapping your arms around his neck and gave him a quick peck on the lips. “I missed you, baby.”

See stood there for a moment, taking in your presence before leaning down to ravish on your lips. His hands found themselves around your waist as he deepened the kiss, not daring to let go of you.

You pulled away to breathe but he abruptly pulled you back in, not sparing even a second.

“S-Sae,” you try to move but he doesn’t let you, tightening his grip even more. After a few minutes he finally lets go of you, “Been wanting to do that for a while.”

Your pupils are blown wide as you stare back at his bored ones. “Y-yeah I think I could tell, did you miss me that much?” He scoffs at your tease, “Don’t get too ahead of yourself.” But he leans in again, this time whispering something in your ear.

“Bedroom. Now.”

His words had hunger behind them, like if you disobeyed there would be hell to pay. “But the food is going to get cold, I picked up your favorite.” The pout on your face was making it even harder for Sae to contain himself, instead of trying to fight you, he just grabbed your wrist and pulled you there himself. There was no way he was letting you be a brat tonight.

Sae pinned you to the bed, immediately targeting your neck. He was biting and sucking everywhere, marking you up so everyone would know that you were his. You ran your fingers through his hair, only turning him on more.

He used his knee to split your legs open and that’s when you felt his hard cock poking your abdomen through his sweatpants. You had no clue of the effect you had over him. He let go of your neck and started undressing you quickly.

“Sae slow down!” your voice can’t be heard by him anymore, he is too focused on burying himself in you after so long. “Shut up,” he growls while throwing your shirt across the bedroom, making quick work of your bra as well. You paw at his shirt but he pins your wrists above your head with one hand, “you’re going to be a good girl and only do what I say, okay?”

His tone is almost condescending, but you ignore it, you’d be lying if you said you weren’t as turned on as him right now. He sinks his hand down into the waistband of your lounge shorts, circling your clothed clit. You bite down on your lip, more sensitive than usual due to how long it has been since you were last touched there.

Amusement wells up in Sae’s eyes, “Did you touch yourself while I was gone?” You let go of your lip and small whimpers fall out, “n-no I—ngh”

Sae pinched the bundle of nerves, leaving it impossible for you to think. “Use your words, it’s pathetic you’re acting like this from some over the clothes touching.”

You fight back the urge to punch him for that, and get out the words you’ve been wanting to say. “No—i’ve been a g-good girl for you.” Your words make Sae let out a small smirk. Deciding he had enough teasing you, he pulls down your shorts and underwear in one tug. You flinch at the feeling of the cold air hitting you, your cunt already drooling. “So wet f’me,” Sae stared at the slick running down your pussy to your ass.

“Get on all fours,” he commands, not giving out a second to think before grabbing your waist and flipping you on your stomach. Out of instinct, you arched your back just right for him, giving him the perfect angle of your ass.

He collects your arousal on his fingers and pushes two inside of your cunt without warning. The moan you let out is needy, your hole sucking his fingers so good. “Your pussy missed me, what a slut,” Sae spits out while fucking his fingers in and out of you without letting you adjust.

“M-More, fuck, Saeee,” your cries get louder and he scissors his fingers in you, trying to stretch you out a bit before you take him. Just as he curls up into your g-spot he stops, leaving you whining. Sae pulls out his fingers and just looks at the mess he made of your cunt before pressing his chest to your back and grabbing your chin, and making you look back at him. “Open.” You listen to him and open your mouth only for him to shove the fingers he fucked into you in your mouth. You lick them clean, the taste of yourself making you moan. “Disgusting,” Sae murmurs, but his eyes tell another story. He can’t stop staring at the way you suck his fingers so obediently. He realizes right then he can’t take anymore.

He pulls his sweatpants and boxers down just enough to pull his cock out, after being pent up for so long it hurt to even touch. Sae winced at the air hitting it, a low groan leaving his quiet lips. Again, without warning he shoved his entire length inside of you. The scream you let out was loud, loud enough that the neighbors would definitely complain the next day.

But none of it mattered in the moment, all you could think about was how good the burn from the stretch felt, and how badly you wanted to cum. After a moment to let you take in the feeling of his whole cock, Sae began to thrust in and out, immediately going at a godly speed. He leaned over you and grabbed the back of your neck, just like in his dream, making you a drooling cock-whore for him. “T-too much,” tears formed in your eyes at the fast pace Sae was pumping into you, but he didn’t care. You deserved this for all of the photos you posted.

Sae could feel himself coming closer to his climax, but he had to make sure you came before him. He let go of your neck and leaned back a bit, his sights set on your ass, more specifically the small hole right above your cunt. You’ve never done anal before, but he decided tonight would be the perfect time. Just as you began to feel the start of your orgasm, you felt something wet slide down your ass cheeks, you whimpered at the cold liquid. You had no clue what was happening, fucked out of your mind.

Sae had spit down on your ass as a form of lubricant before slipping the tip of his thumb in your puckered hole. “FUCK—S-SAE,” you started crying at the foreign feeling. It was too much, his unfair thrusts and now his intrusion had you seeing stars.

“C’mon baby, you can take it, be good for me.” Sae pushed his whole thumb in, working your asshole open while keeping up his pace in your cunt. He felt you clench down on him and knew he had won.

“C-CUMMING!” you scream, feeling zero control over your bodily senses. Sae keeps fucking you through the orgasm as you come off your high. With one last thrust he released his load into you, a groan following it.

All that could be heard were your loud pants as you tried to catch your breath. Sae pulled out both his thumb and cock from your holes, leaving you empty. As soon as he stopped supporting you, you collapsed onto the bed, legs shaking from the pleasure. “I’ll run you a bath,” Sae leans down to whisper in your ear. You turned to look at his face and immediately noticed the glow he had now. Your pussy really did have an effect on him.

You hummed in acknowledgment as he left the room to get the bath started.

Maybe you should post pictures of yourself more often.

(this is what i live for)

[flvvffy]

. ۫ ꣑ৎ . 𝐒𝐀𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐔 𝐈𝐒 𝐀 𝐘𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐄𝐑

masterlist. winner of the poll

you were going to be late for work. not because you woke up late. not because you took too long in the shower and not because you were doom scrolling in bed and lost track of time.

you were going to be late because your husband, satoru, just couldn't seem to let you go. you found it cute at first, him begging you not to go and whining when you say no, but the act was getting boring especially because you were standing at the door, trapped in his arms for the last twenty minutes.

"for the last time, 'toru. i have to go", he only shook his head and pulled you impossibly closer against him.

"you don't have to work...i make enough for the both of us...you can stay home with me...you should stay home with me", satoru whispered into your ear, nuzzling his face against your neck, inhaling your scent.

"i actually like my job. i know you can pay for everything, but i also want to treat myself sometimes". satoru looked at you like you'd grown two heads. he looked you up and down, his frown deepened and shook his head, no.

"absolutely not. what kind of husband would i be if i just let you spend your hard earned money. only a loser would do that, and I'm no loser.", he pulled you closer to him again, this time peppering kisses all over your face.

"as cute as this is, satoru, i have a life to live"

"yeah, with me". this time he captured your lips in a long, passionate kiss, your lipstick now on him before pulling away and staring at you with the most love sick eyes. "i could just lock you up and keep you all to myself. i bet your boss is an ugly guy"

"my boss is a woman", he pressed his lips together in a straight line and sucked his teeth.

"whoever keeps you away from me is ugly by default. how much should i pay you to stay with me? i'll give you double your current salary-"

"don't be ridiculous, satoru"

"it's 'toru to you", you checked your wrist watch for the nth time and rolled your eyes.

"i'm gonna get stuck in traffic if you keep me here for longer", satoru sighed dramatically and pulled you in for one last hug before capturing your lips again in another kiss. but this one felt different. he kissed you like he would never see you again before pulling back and looking at you with the saddest puppy dog eyes.

"you can go now, my love". he escorted you to your car, his hand on your lower back and once you were settled in your seat, the door closed, you rolled down the windows and you kissed his cheek. "get there safe. call me when you do"

you said your goodbyes and were soon. some time later you realized that you had forgotten your purse. you reached for your phone with the intention of messaging satoru to tell him you were coming back. and to your surprise, you found that he sent a selfie of him posing with your purse, all pearly whites out and your lipstick still smeared on his lips. and below it a text.

my handsome clingy husband: i wont let you go this time if you come back

that lovesick bastard...

. ۫ ꣑ৎ . 𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐑𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐒 𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐕𝐄𝐃 © 𝐅𝐋𝐕𝐕𝐅𝐅𝐘

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[revolvingsaturn]

PORNST★R

𝜗𝜚 You’ve never really questioned where Megumi gets the money for his nice apartment from as a simple veterinary student. Until you’re scrolling through a camboy website late at night and realise- huh, isn’t that your name he’s whimpering under his breath? And, what would he sound like saying it in real life?

content: smut, camboy!Megumi, friends to lovers, closeted perv Megumi, male masturbation (a lot), female masturbation, edging, WHIMPERING, moaning, rambling, gooner!Megs lowk, pillow humping, overstimulation, dirty talk, teasing, humilation (a little), messy makeouts, dry humping, fingers in mouths, nippleplay, NURSING HANDJOBS, multiple orgasms, happy trails, praise, pet names (good boy, baby, etc), missionary, creampies, oral (f receiving), he eats his cum out of you, choking him w your thighs, crying, aftercare, happy endings

wc: 4.5k

a/n: eek! this is my treat to you all for 9k <33 I really cannot thank you all enough <33!!

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Your day so far has been terrible. Worse than terrible, like you burnt down a village in the eleventh century and now you’re being forced to reap the consequences in painful modernity. Firstly, your lecture was so boring you actively fell asleep at your seat and a girl had to nervously poke you awake with a pencil before you tripped over your own feet in a bid to get out as quickly as possible; then, a car drove through a puddle and splashed you with muddy water, and finally your shoes rubbed through your socks and now you have a fresh blister. It's rubbing against the heel of your shoe with every painful step, and you grimace as it stings.

All you want to do is go back to your dorm, slather yourself in bubbly bodywash, moisturise and pass out in your cosy bed. Unfortunately, you’re pre-booked into a movie night with your best friend, but you’re sure he wouldn’t mind if you cancelled, right? Megumi’s always been understanding, after all.

“Hi Megs!” You say into your phone- he picked up on the third ring, how punctual of him- “I’m super sorry about this, but I’ve just had an awful day and I can’t come over. I’m sorry!”

“It’s fine.” He says back, voice crackling over the speaker. “Don’t worry. I’ll see you soon instead, yeah?”

“Yeah,” you smile, “thanks!”

On the other side of campus, Megumi Fushiguro is annoyed. Significantly. Because now you aren’t coming over, how is he supposed to indulge in those little squeaky gasps you let out at a scare and wrap his arms around you when you jump into them?

Not that he’s perverted, or anything, though.

Okay, maybe he is a little perverted, but that’s between him and… well, his tens of thousands of nightly viewers that pay to watch him fist his cock stupid.

Yes, tens of thousands- the view count climbing as he goes stupider and stupider, his eyes twitching closed above the field the camera offers to the strangers watching him get off. Sometimes they send in donations, begging for him to edge himself just a little longer or pinch his nipples. He’s surprised you didn’t think he had a side gig going, considering how many little trinkets and gifts he buys for you.

And he’s worked up enough already over your recent post; god, he tries so so hard not to look because he feels awful, but when he catches a glimpse of your thighs in a bikini on his feed he’s so gone he can’t help but mewl into his palm as the other slicks his cock. This week, you’ve posted a cutely curated set of your recent outings- and Megumi finds himself scrolling through the snaps of stray cats, foamy coffees, and study sessions to a selfie.

In the picture, you’re wearing a cute little tank top- and all Megumi can think about is how soft the sliver of your tits the photo affords him looks; how he wants to stuff his face between them and drool (he’s doing that already, saliva pooling in his mouth) while you pet his hair from above.

And so he finds himself setting up his camera to face the chair he’s slumped on, cock straining and leaking impatiently against his boxers as he wrangles his sweats to the floor; all it takes is a few taps of his keyboard, and he’s live.

His hand palms over the bulge in his underwear, watching the way pre dampens the cotton as the first donations already start flowing in. But he doesn’t care about that, not right now, as he has your post pulled up on his monitor and zoomed in pervertedly to the dip of cleavage in your tank top.

If Megumi was happy to let you stay at your dorm, you’re practically thrilled. Honestly, getting yourself off wasn’t part of your intended plan, but the seam of your underwear caught just right as you slipped into bed and now your fingers are carding messily through your own slick.

Your other hand, the one not circling your clit, is scrolling lazily on your phone through a live camboy website of all things. You can’t even find it within yourself to be ashamed, not when you’re being offered such a glorious array of whining men jerking into their hands.

“Nope,” you breathe, flicking past somebody in too-clear, pristine, professional lighting. “No…” you grimace again, ignoring the advert at the bottom of your screen telling you to ‘meet hot singles now!’

God, is there anything good on here?

Actually, you think surprisedly, landing on a slightly gritty livestream of somebody cracking out breathy moans through the occasional whine, maybe there is. It's like audio porn, but even better, because you know he's actually getting himself off, thick globules of pre snaking over his clenched knuckles while his other hand runs teasingly over his chest and pectorals.

Your index finger presses down onto your clit, applying enough pressure to make your hips lift a little off the bed as your thighs twitch restlessly. “Oh,” you moan to yourself, “mhm-“

On screen, the faceless camboy is repeatedly drawing his hand away from his poor, sensitive tip to watch the way his cock spurts out pre and soaks the messy happy trail crawling across his abs. “Hah, fuck-“ he whimpers, hips fucking into the air, “fuuccckk, feels good, hck-“

Oh, you think hazily, two fingers fucking into yourself, he’s gone totally stupid.

Nice!

He keeps rambling, the microphone picking it up. “Ohhhhmygod,” he slurs, “miss you. You’re so pretty, miss you s’bad…”

You pause, fingers buried knuckle-deep into your own cunt. Hold on- you recognise that voice. It sounds eerily similar. Your brows pinch in concentration as you rake through the people you know; nobody from your lectures, nobody you’ve spoken to in passing, nobody. You’ve been through everybody- well, not everybody.

Megumi.

“Oh my god,” you whisper to yourself, grabbing your phone and sitting upright, “no fucking way.”

The camboy has a catalogue of previous livestreams pinned on his profile, ranging in length from hours-long edging sessions to quick bursts of videos he must’ve spontaneously recorded in a bathroom or another public space that you really shouldn’t be camboying from.

The phone is obviously slung in his hand, his other set of fingers stroking across his abs before pinching the tip of his cock. The noise he lets out hits the microphone sexily, so sexily it makes your thighs snap together.

The first full video you click on is a landscape view. The bedroom is dark and fuzzy, grainy footage showing his whole, naked body (but not his face) as he spreads himself out rather prettily on top of his sheets. The man’s back is arched slightly as he humps into a pillow, his eyes no doubt rolling back in his skull if you go by the noises he’s making.

“Hnngh-“ he whimpers, cock buried within the plush cotton of the pillowcase, “oh fuck, it still smells like y-you-“ he’s rambling, “smells so good, so gooood, fuck, feel so bad-“ your cheeks are hot. That’s definitely Megumi’s bedroom, you’d recognise that neat pile of veterinary textbooks on the shelf anywhere; but, that isn’t his pillow.

It’s yours.

“Can’t help myself, feels too good-“ he pants, mouth muffled against the bed as he desperately grinds his pelvis down. “Wish it was you,” he moans as he cums, hips stuttering against the soft material.

It’s definitely yours, the one you accidentally left at his dorm a few weeks ago after you slept on his couch with freshly-washed hair and the smell of your shampoo seeped into the pillow. “Holy shit.” You mutter to yourself, entranced with the way Megumi’s moaning stupidly about how good it smells on camera to thousands of strangers.

Thousands of horny strangers, as evidenced by the comments.

> Oh my god his whines

> I’m so wet rnnnn ughhghgh

> THE RAMBLING FUCKKKK

You know it’s him, definitely- but you can never have enough proof. At least, that’s the excuse you use to justify why you’re salivating over a lewd video of him wrapping his shaky fingers around his base and tugging. “I wish it was you-“ he breathes, “wish you were here.”

Surely he isn’t talking about you, is he? At least, that’s what you’re trying to tell yourself as you turn up your volume and your brightness simultaneously. “Fuck, you looked so good earlier,” he rambles to himself, occasionally cutting off his own train of thought as his fingers pull harshly. “I wanted you to fuck me so badly it hurt.”

He moans loudly, cracking at the end. “So badly, ngh-“

You’re shocked, honestly, sitting in bed as your best friend whimpers himself to an orgasm. You don’t realise he’s cumming until you hear him whine and his back practically arches away from the chair he’s in, shoving his slick tip towards the camera, and oh, he looks so pretty. His abs get a firm splattering, dripping messily across the sweaty skin, before he shakily drags a hand through the white. Then, the video ends, and you’re left to stunned silence and your own soaked gusset. And, of course, the comments.

> WHOOO is he talking about

> He’s so messy

> nghh his happy trail is sosoooso hot

You can barely face speaking to him the next day, nervously curled up on the opposite side of his couch and anxiously worrying your lip between your teeth. Lest you blurt out something along the lines of “I saw the video of you whimpering and humping my pillow and I had to take a cold shower afterwards”, you take a shaky sip of your water instead.

Now you’re back at Megumi’s place, you’re really registering how much money he must make from camboying. There’s nothing broken, not even little things like the window latches that, at your dorm, have a nasty habit of getting stuck closed in summer. And his clothes are nice too, in a subtle way- casual, but definitely made from a comfy blend of materials that polyester is nowhere near.

Your one saving grace is, dizzingly, that now you know he wants you too- and it’s maybe that (or the lack of sleep) that carries your next words out of your mouth.

“You know you can speak to me about anything, right, Megs?”

“Yeah?” He side eyes you, running a pale hand through his spiky hair. You squint. “Like, anything.”

He nods slowly. “Uh, yeah?”

“Oh, okay,” you say, “so when were you gonna tell me you make your money from being a camboy?”

Megumi freezes. His whole body tenses up on the couch and he looks rather nauseous.

“What?”

You shift into your hands and knees in front of him on the couch, slowly crawling towards his stilled body. “Don’t pretend,” you say, voice dropping into something a little breathy and very evil. Your fingers lightly drift across his thigh, and Megumi jolts. “I saw. That was my pillow, wasn’t it?”

His cheeks go redder than you think you’ve ever seen them- but he’s still silent, processing the fact that you know he fucks his hand every night on camera while whimpering your name. “I’m sorry,” he manages finally, voice thick, “I’m so, so sorry, I just- fuck-“

He dares a glance up, and almost chokes on his own spit. You look sorry for him, a little sad at how panicked he is; your eyes are big and round and, most of all, trusting, and it makes him feel hot. Mortification washes over him when he feels the blood previously flooding his face rush southwards, his sweats filling out the longer you pity him.

Honestly, he thinks he just wants you to take care of him. Maybe that’s why he’s spent so long begging on livestreams, cock buried in your scent or the fingers he wishes were yours.

“Admit it,” you whisper suddenly with a fresh burst of confidence at his blushing, your mouth hovering dangerously close to his. “You like this. Me pitying you.”

Megumi’s breath shudders loudly, his eyes screwed up as he gulps. Say it, Megumi! Something hisses at himself, you know you do. “Yeah. I really do.”

The initial press of your mouth against his is curved upwards as you smile into his tongue. You were expecting him to be just as tentative, but instead Megumi is messy- like he needs you to breathe, gripping you through your clothes with grabby hands.

“Mmpfh!” You squeak against his lips when he nips down- hard- on your bottom lip. He’s breathing heavily now, eyes shut lucidly as he leans into the gentle touch of your palms on his face. The kiss is sloppy; you keep pulling away for air, glossy strings of spit clashing in midair, only for Megumi to gasp and pull your mouth back closer.

It’s not close enough, though.

His hands are fisting in the shirt at your back, clinging to your waist to drag you atop his lap. Megumi doesn’t even realise what he’s done until you gasp, pulling back just long enough to gaze down at his face. All flustered and dazed, lips kiss bitten as he instinctually chases after your lips- how pretty.

You feel bad for the viewers, the ones on his livestreams who don’t get to see the face he makes when he’s all worked up. Your lap is splayed across his bulge, and when your hips lift up to awkwardly wriggle out of your jeans Megumi drops his forehead to your collarbone and whines at the loss.

And it’s that thought about those livestreams that brings your hand down his chest, feeling the fluttering beat of his heart, before playing with his waistband. He physically lurches when your hand, so soft and warm and loving, gently coaxes his cock out.

It slaps obscenely against his stomach, tip a pretty pink and dripping big beads of shining pre. There’s a significant vein striping down the side of the pale skin, curving around the length as it twitches hopelessly in the air under your watchful gaze. Megumi’s fingers are curling into the couch on either side, digging hollow dents into the throw pillows like he isn’t ready to allow himself to touch you.

Your other hand travels up his body towards his face, tilting his chin up towards you so you can take in his blown pupils and the haze already seeping over them like ink. His mouth is clamped shut, lips drawn into a thin line to keep his needy noises locked behind his teeth; so, logically, you have to open him up.

Two of your fingers slide tentatively into the warm, small space of his mouth, and Megumi accepts them like a ship going to the sea, waves battering at his sides. He feels a little like he's drowning inside his own head, being so vulnerable and pathetic under you, but the feeling of your digits gently probing at his tongue keeps him steady.

You’re still across his lap, scooted backwards to allow his cock to rest in the heated space between you as you gently take it in your hand. He moans immediately and his hips buck up. “Sorry.” He apologises thickly around your fingers as you ease them out, warm face dropping against your clothed chest. And yet, his hips don’t stop.

They splatter your hand with pre, almost erratically bucking up into your awaiting fist as you curl it into a tighter hole for him to thrust his length through. You use your other hand to pull at his hair just hard enough for him to turn and look at you, his cheek still pressed up hard against the outline of your tits visible through your shirt. You grin.

“Do you want me to take it off?” Your fingers are already curling into the hem. When you take your hand from his cock to wriggle out of the fabric, Megumi chokes on his own whine and desperately lurches forwards- but while your edging was cruel, the sight of your tits in front of him makes it worth it.

“Wait, slow down-“ You’re only just fumbling with the clasp and giggling when Megumi decides that it’s been long enough and he needs his mouth on you now. He trails sloppy, open-mouthed kisses from your throat to your sternum and soaks the lace of your bra with his spit before you rip the garment away and he connects his lips to your nipple.

At the same time as you gasp softly and arch further into his mouth, your fingers reconnect with his aching cock and resume their prior movements, only this time Megumi’s whimpers are muffled around your chest.

“Never want to think again,” he slurs suddenly against you, glossy spit trickling down the valley between your breasts as he pops back long enough to shove his tongue greedily into your mouth again. “Just… just- fuck, I’m so needy,” he cracks out, your lips parting loudly to welcome his own.

“You are,” you agree, gently bringing his face away from yours so you can look at him. His eyes are heavy and glassy, his mouth hanging open slightly as though their purpose is to await the next lick of your tongue between them. “But that’s okay,” you continue, stroking his head as his mouth attaches itself to your chest again. “You’re allowed to be needy.”

Your hand feels warmer, suddenly, as Megumi cums from your allowance. Maybe he’s been waiting for it, secretly, the permission from you to let go; his release drips hot and sticky across your knuckles, and there’s just so much of it. His cock is still spurting when you push him back against the couch, still messing the sliver of happy trail on his stomach you want to mouth at and ruining his shirt that’s covering the rest of the hair.

He has a forearm thrown across his eyes as his hips continue bucking, little whines and gasps hidden behind the skin. Your fingers trace the hem of his shirt and he shivers. “Off?” You question quietly. When he nods jerkily, you peel it away and oh, it’s even better than the livestream.

You always knew Megumi went to the gym and ate reasonably well, but the refined ridges of his abdomen, splattered with a trail of hair from his navel downwards, makes your mouth salivate. He’s embarrassed by you looking, you can tell, but it really isn’t your fault!

“I see why you have so many viewers now.” You giggle, standing up to unhook your panties and toss them to the side. Megumi watches in nothing less than total awe as your bare body is revealed to him in his living room. It’s an invitation, the way you look at him, he knows that, but he can’t figure out what he wants to do with it.

Bend you over the glass coffee table? He wouldn’t be able to see your tits. Doggy? Same problem as the coffee table, and he doesn't think he could handle seeing your ass move. If you got on top he thinks he’d cum embarrassingly quickly and then pass out, too much for your first time together, really-

He settles on missionary.

Which was probably a gigantic fucking mistake, he thinks as soon as you’re lying beneath him, because his brain immediately blanks when faced with you spread out like this. He’s kneeling in front of you, cock still dripping, but he’s unable to move from shock. “Fuck,” he swallows eventually, shaky hands landing on your soft, bare thighs.

“You’re… so pretty.” Instinctually, you blush; your cheeks are pinker at his sweet little praise than they were when you’d laid back on the carpet, rug cushioning the feeling of your bare spine and sinking comfily into your feet as you drew your knees up. “You too.”

It sort of just slipped out, a casual response to what Megumi said, but it makes him freeze. A slow, slightly malicious smile paints its way across your face as you sit up on your elbows, unintentionally pushing your chest towards him as your legs fall open. “You’re just sooo pretty, Megumi, the prettiest boy I’ve ever seen, it just makes me want to-“

A palm clasps itself over your mouth and you make a muffled, indignant sound of protest. “Stop.” Megumi’s head is hung low as his chest reverberates outwards in his plea, his other hand tightly squeezing his cock; he must be sensitive if this is what a teeny bit of praise does to him, you think, letting your thighs spread further for him to shuffle between.

Your hand reaches up to peel his palm away from your lips. “Megumi,” you whisper, “you can fuck me. You’re allowed to.” His next breath escapes shakily, as his eyes fixate on the way his tip is lined up glimmeringly with the entrance to your pussy.

Somehow, the overwhelming need to bury himself inside you overrides the sense of terror within his bloodstream, and Megumi finds himself slowly pushing himself into you. “Oh,” you moan, hands coming up to splay across his shoulders, “fuck, Megs. That's so good, baby.”

The nickname unlocks something new in him, the feeling of your walls stretching out for him (and only ever him from now on, he decides hazily) while you gasp his name quietly makes his thrusts turn harder, seeking a new level of release he fears- no, knows- he’ll now only be able to reach from this.

The stretch is mean at first, his flushed length scraping past your sweet spots like he’s teasing them for later. Your chest heaves as you breathe through it and let him in, legs wrapping loosely around his lean waist while your hands come up to cup his cheeks and drag him down into another sloppy kiss.

This kiss is messy beyond comparison, spit and teeth and tongue more than lips as the pace of Megumi’s cock thrusting into you picks up. There’s a rushing of blood in your ears when your hand drifts down to rub your clit wonkily, a noise that subsides quick enough and lets you listen to Megumi instead.

And oh, what a thing to listen to!

“Fuck,” he’s moaning, voice cracking on the syllables, “you’re so warm, so tight, wanna- hnngh- stay here forever, god-“

He’s whining and crying, sobbing uncontrollably about how good you feel, how warm and wet you are wrapped tightly around him, and it sends a fresh wave of slick from you that decorates and splashes against his pelvis.

As hard as he tries to hold back and be a goody boy for you, Megumi cums first. The feeling of him spilling into you, thick and wet, makes you gasp brokenly as your nails dig into his shoulders. “Sorry-“ he heaves, pulling out, “I’ll make it up to you-“

He presses himself flat between your thighs, and you’re too dazed and throbbing to do anything but watch the way he’s staring pussydrunkenly at the sight between your legs. It’s almost nasty, just how much is dripping from your cunt down to the floor, in one thick droplet he’s lurching forwards and licking up with his mouth.

“Oh my god-“ you mewl, back arching up as he eats his own cum out of your pussy. Your hands reach down to grip at his spiky hair, more as an anchor than anything else- you don’t need to guide him, he’s good enough, although you don’t think Megumi would pull away if you wanted him to.

He’s completely lost in it, groaning and whining into your pussy with his eyes half-closed while his big hands wrap around your thighs and dig into the flesh until it dimples beneath his touch. You’re whimpering by the time he pushes you into an orgasm, lips suctioned tightly over your sensitive clit, but he doesn’t stop.

“Hah- wanted to do this f’so long,” he’s mumbling against your cunt, shoving his mouth open to lick a flat stripe across the full space you offer him. “So good, so good…”

Your pussy flutters needily around his tongue, his tastebuds coated and lacquered with your slick and his own cum. The concept should be off-putting to him, he knows that, but he can't be ashamed when your hits jerk into his face and he raises his hands to grip onto your plush thighs even more. Megumi barely realises what he's doing before you call him out on it.

"You- you want me to clamp them?" You gasp, watching the way he's smothering himself with your skin. Megumi moans in agreement, in admission. And you oblige.

Your thighs tighten around his head harshly, applying the maximum amount of pressure you can manage; his dark hair gets messed even more, his skull compressed, and yet Megumi thinks this feels like heaven.

Eventually, what little coherence he had left devolves into something close to devotion. He can’t do anything but lie there and gently grind his overstimulated cock into the soft carpet, his mouth smushed against your cunt as he unintentionally drags you into a second orgasm and you sob.

In fact, you’re both sobbing a little. There’s tears brimming in his eyes, saline drops threatening to streak Megumi’s already bright cheeks, while the water collecting at your waterline has already begun slipping down your temples. “S’too much.” You hear yourself slurring. Your voice sounds underwater, like it’s a recording of yourself you’re listening to.

As shaky and weak as you are, your hand manages to fist in Megumi’s hair and pull him back. His long eyelashes flutter a segment open, like he’s checking you’re real and here, before he draws himself up blindly to collapse beside you on the rug as you catch your breath.

A little like a tired puppy, Megumi drops his forehead against your shoulder and buries his face into the damp skin. Your arm curls around his back loosely, heat prickling your skin, and you clear your hoarse throat to speak coherently for the first time since he pushed himself inside you.

“You did really good.” You mumble, eyes closed and head tilted back. “So good.”

If a fresh sheen of tears starts to leak out onto your skin where Megumi is buried, you don’t comment on it. He wouldn’t say it out loud to you, not in a million years, but he feels safe. In an odd way, considering he’s naked and spent next to you in his living room with your taste still coating his tongue.

“Maybe…” you giggle, eyes still lazily shut as your fingers trace shapes across his bare back. “You should livestream it next time.”

He groans and tightens his arms around you. “Absolutely not.”

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a/n: thank you all so, so, so much again!! + this post was mainly inspired by @lipstainedgemini ‘s lovely posts about camboy megumi! <33

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[ryomenskitty]

sukuna beats the piss out of you!

tw; piss, sadism, masochism

“ouch!” you yelped as sukunas fist landed another hit on your lower abdomen. his eyes were hard, yet filled with amusement as you desperately tried to keep it in. he hit you again on the same spot, then chuckled as he saw you fall down again.

this sick game never failed to entertain him. you drink a lot, need to pee, then are forced to hold it in until sukuna punches you so hard you piss yourself. this sick display of pleasure and pain was perfect for your sadistic relationship. even if the sadist in this situation is five times taller, heavier and more muscular than you.

you let out a whimper as you tried to stand up but were forced down by sukunas heavy boots pressing against your lower tummy which already has bruises all over it. he laughed in your face as you pathetically squirmed around and tried to keep in what's inside of your bloated belly.

you looked like some dumb dog begging for attention or something. how gross. he spat on your face and rubbed it in with the tip of his shoe. you groaned in sick pleasure.

he kicked you again, this time against your clit. your body reacted on instinct and tried to make itself small. sukuna was having none of that. “look at me, brat.” he practically growled as he pulled you up by your hair. you squirmed, the pain and the pleasure was too much for you to handle. you felt butterflies in your tummy as he stared at your beat up self. your prettiest form in his eyes.

with a final blow to your lower abdomen, you finally pissed yourself. moaning and whimpering as you finally got some relief after this torturous way of showing affection. “stand proud, pup. you actually held it in longer than ever before.”

one of my favorite fantasies ∩^ω^∩