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[toruii]

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﹒ 𑣲　𓏼　𝓳ulia ⸝ 9teen ⸝ fem ⸝ toru’s beloved ⸝ kuna’s wife ⸝ nagi’s princess ⸝ tengen’s sweetheart ♡

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about me :

i’m a college student, i’m mixed & i live in USA ! i am (un)fortunately the #1 fan of ateez, sleep token, the weeknd & whatsaheart😙 #biggestmuiscalnerd (hamilton & epic the musical specifically). i loveeee romcoms/romance anime. some of my fav anime’s and tv shows are: one tree hill, hannibal, gossip girl, horimiya, given, bsd & bllk ! i’m an infp:p & i’m probably the most awkward person ever, online and irl conversations stress me cus i think too much :c

some characters i relate to/love :

shoko & shouya – silent voice

mafuyu – given

baek cirrus – litc

brooke & blair – gossip girl & oth

koyuki – ramparts of ice

kyomoto – look back

ivan – alien stage

hachi – nana

summer – 500 days of summer

extra :

i love satoru gojo(especially nerd & dadjo) so i’m his biggest fan in EVERYY au, no one else is #1.

© toruii . est . 2026

[rengoatku]

Ovulation! ⊹ ࣪ ˖

ᯓ★ cw › mdni ⸝⸝ piv ⸝⸝ breeding kink ⸝⸝ softish sex ⸝⸝ pregnancy mentions ⸝⸝ creampie ꒰ wc — 0.6k ꒱

Suguru had been tracking your cycle for the past few weeks, waiting for the perfect moment. He had been doing it throughout your married life, tracking your period so he would know when to prepare the hot water bottle and a cupboard filled with all your favourite snacks.

But this time was different…

After finally admitting you wanted another baby, Suguru began to plan it out meticulously, starting with ovulation.

“You're so wet, sweetheart. All for me?” He ran his length through your folds, bumping the tip against your clit, causing you to whine out. Suguru had spent hours prepping you with his fingers and tongue, claiming that he had to make extra room so you could take every drop of his cum.

He had sent the twins to his parents’ house for the night, giving you two more than enough time alone.

“Sugu,” you keened, eyes glossy as you stared up at him, “Please?”

A low groan vibrated in his throat as he took in your fucked out expression. The way your eyes began to fog with lust, how your legs twitched every time his dick bumped your poor, sensitive clit. Leaning down, he nipped at your neck. “Yeah? Want me to put a baby in you, angel?” You nodded frantically, hands clawing at his waist in an attempt to pull him in.

Suguru chuckled, positioning your legs around his waist as he began to slowly inch forward into your waiting cunt. Your moans harmonised as his tip breached your entrance, sinking deeper into your velvet walls.

Your hips bucked impatiently, greedy for more. Suguru tsked lightly, rough hands pinning you down firmly as he pushed deeper into you.

When he bottomed out, he pulled your hand to his mouth, gently kissing the back of it. “My pretty wife,” he whispered into the skin, “Always so good to me.”

A soft mewl escaped you when he began to move, his fingers intertwined with yours as he pinned them down at either side of your head. His lips ghosted your own; you could feel the warmth radiating off of him.

Each slow drive into you was laced with affection and soft words of praise. You watched as Suguru’s face shifted into one of pure desire, violent eyes now darker.

He cooed into your ear, “I’m going to make you the prettiest mother; you’ll look so beautiful carrying our child.” You moaned softly, leaning forward to capture his lips in a slow kiss. His tongue swiped against the seam of your lips before pushing past and entangling with your own.

Breathy moans filled the room along with the soft clap of skin against skin. Your slick dripped from your cunt onto the bedsheets below as your heels dug into his lower back, pushing him further into you. Suguru’s hair fell around the two of you like an inky curtain, blocking the outside noise and leaving the two of you in your own intimate sanctuary.

Every drag of his cock through your walls had him breathing out your name in a symphony. Suguru threw his head back, his Adam's apple bobbing, “I’m not going to — ngh — last long, sweetheart.” You clung to him tighter as you felt your own orgasm near.

Geto’s pace increased, fueled by the determination to stuff you full of his seed. “Going to have you leaking for days, isn't that right? You'll be so swollen with my child,” his voice dropped to a low pur.

You cried out in pleasure; the thought of carrying your husband's and your child made your cunt flutter wildly around his length. Suguru’s groans echoed in the room, “Take it, fucking take it,” as he spilt inside of you. The feeling of his warmth spreading through your body pushed you over the edge, gushing around his cock as you sobbed his name.

He stayed buried inside of you, pressing wet kisses along your jaw and throat as you both came down from your highs.

“We'd better stay like this all night, angel. Don't want any to leak out.”

03 ⧽ 04 ⧽ 05 (tba)

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[toruii]

𓏲ּ𝄢 suguru geto fingers you infront a mirror (ᵕ—ᴗ—)

the full length mirror reflected every humiliating detail under the bedroom light—your flushed tear streaked face. your trembling thighs spread wide over suguru’s lap and of course, his long fingers bruised knuckle deep in your dripping cunt.

his chest was solid against your back, his free arm locked around your waist to keep you still. “eyes open, sweetheart.” suguru murmured, his voice velvety soft and gentle against your ear as his fingers curled inside you, easily finding your sweet spot. “if you look away, i’ll stop.”

a moan tore from your throat as pleasure filled you. your eyes fluttering shut regardless of his warning you are overwhelmed by the thick stretch of three fingers pumping steadily into your soaked cunt. but the second your eyes closed..suguru’s teeth sank into the sensitive curve of your neck, a sharp bite that made you cry out. your eyes flew open, meeting his gaze in the reflection.

“poor baby, can’t keep her eyes open for me,” he cooed, licking over the fresh bite mark, soothing it with his tongue as his fingers continued its torture. “but..you’ll try won’t you?”

you sobbed, fresh tears spilling down your cheeks. your walls clenched hard around his fingers, clearly greedy despite the overwhelming fullness. “s-sugu..it’s too much–i can’t watch,”

he hummed softly, pressing a tender kiss right over the bite. “too much? look at yourself. your pretty little hole keeps sucking my fingers in deeper i do..this.” he thrusts harshly, driving all three fingers inside. your body jolted, eyes rolling back as a moan slips from you.

looking in the mirror, it was humiliating. his glistening fingers stretching your swollen folds, clit twitching from neglect and worse of all—the fucked out expression on your face. “you’re doing so well for me, crying so prettily.”

his fingers resumed their steady pace, curling and scissoring you open wider. “ah, look at that? see how messy you are? you silly head can’t even handle how good it feels can it? that’s okay baby.”

every curl of his fingers against your sweet spot sent sparks shooting through your veins. your thighs shook over his, hips twitching despite yourself. your eyes fluttered, eyelids drooping from the intensity.

and again, suguru bit you, his fingers thrusting harshly inside you. you whimpered, forcing your eyes to stay open.

“atta girl,” he praised, a small grin finding his face. his thumb finally brushed over your swollen neglected clit, causing you to twitch in his hold.

“fuck—you’re shaking so hard sweetheart, my sweet baby loves this doesn’t she?”

“hah—yes! i do..nghhh please sugu,” his fingers grinds hard against that spot inside you while his palm pressed firmly on your clit. a strangled moan coming from you as your back arches.

suguru smiles at your reaction. “so beautiful. watch yourself cum on my fingers like the pathetic girl you are, okay?”

he picked up the pace, fingers fuckijg you faster as the okeasure becomes hot and unbearable.

“please suguru, it’s too much..”

“aww, c’mon baby, do it for me.” he kisses your neck gently. “my perfect girl, you want to please me yes?”

you nod your head frantically, eyes blurring. the our moans turned into desperate cries and whimpering. everytime your eyes fluttered shut—even for a second he’d either bite you or stop. your face was a prefect view, face contorted in ecstasy as your orgasm finally crashes over you.

your back arched as a cry tore from your throat. your eyes fluttered shut as you gushed around his thrusting fingers, squirting messily over his hand with every grind. your thighs shook uncontrollably as he fucks you with his fingers through your orgasm–praising you sweetly.

“such a pretty thing, causing such a mess—shit,”

he keeps thrusting his fingers, drawing out your orgasm until you sobbed and twitched in his arms. “n-no more please..too sensitive,”

only then when he heard those words did he stop.

his cock hard, pressing against you but he ignored it, shifting you gently on his lap. he reached for the soft cloth he had prepared earlier to wipe you clean between your legs. “you did so good, beautiful girl.”

he kisses your hair, placing you to lay on the bed. “what about you sugu..? i can help if you want..”

he smiled at your words, laying next to you and holding you closer to him. “no need. you’re my priority, not that okay? rest up.”

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[toruii]

ahhh NEW THEME EATS BBYDOLL 🎀

thank you heh

[6x-x9]

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

ಇ.pairing: Nerd!Satoru x Nerd!Reader

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

toru 🩵

showered

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

you 🩷

congratulations?

Three dots appeared. Disappeared. Appeared again. Then—

toru 🩵

wow

toru 🩵

that's all i get

That made you giggle to yourself.

you 🩷

what do you want

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

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

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

you 🩷

oh

His reply came instantly.

toru 🩵

oh?

You bit your lip, in anticipation

you 🩷

you look nice

toru 🩵

nice?

you 🩷

yes

toru 🩵

that's so romantic

You peered at your screen, then rolled your eyes.

you 🩷

shut up

toru 🩵

no no i'm listening

toru 🩵

tell me more about how nice i look

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

you 🩷

your hair looks pretty

There was a pause. Longer this time. Then—

toru 🩵

pretty?

You sighed, then frowned.

you 🩷

yes

toru 🩵

you think i'm pretty?

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

you 🩷

i didn't say that

toru 🩵

you literally did

you 🩷

i said your hair is pretty

toru 🩵

coward

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

you 🩷

excuse me?

toru 🩵

you heard me

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

you 🩷

your hair is pretty

you 🩷

your face is pretty

you 🩷

happy now?

His answer took almost a full minute.

toru 🩵

very

Then another message.

toru 🩵

you should send me a picture too

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

you 🩷

i'm in bed

toru 🩵

i know

Your eyebrows lifted, a real psychic he is.

you 🩷

how?

toru 🩵

because you just told me

You laughed, and shook your head unbelievably.

you 🩷

idiot

toru 🩵

what are you wearing

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

you 🩷

clothes

His response came immediately.

toru 🩵

wow

toru 🩵

incredibly specific

You pressed your lips together.

you 🩷

an oversized shirt

toru 🩵

whose?

You blinked.

you 🩷

mine

toru 🩵

boring 🙄

you 🩷

you're annoying

He didn't waste time sending the next message.

toru 🩵

take it off

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

you 🩷

...why?

The three dots appeared.

toru 🩵

curiosity

Another message.

toru 🩵

scientific research 😇

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

you 🩷

you're such a nerd

toru 🩵

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

you 🩷

i hate you

toru 🩵

no you don't

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

you 🩷

no

Then.

you 🩷

i don't

His response was almost immediate.

toru 🩵

yeah

toru 🩵

i know

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

You nearly dropped it.

"Satoru?"

His voice came through warm and slightly amused.

"Hi."

"You called."

"I did."

"Why?"

"You were taking too long to answer."

You smiled despite yourself.

"To what?"

"Anything."

You rolled onto your stomach now.

"Satoru."

"Angel."

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

"What?"

"Are you still wearing the shirt?"

You made a tiny noise of disbelief.

"You're still on that?"

"I'm persistent."

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

"You like me."

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

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

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

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

"You went quiet."

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

"You already knew that." You retorted.

"I like hearing it."

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

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

"Yeah."

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

"Can I see you?"

Your heart jumped, you started to blink rapidly.

"uuuh r-right now?"

"Right now." He said straightforwardly.

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

"What?"

"You've already seen me."

"I know."

"Today." You reminded.

"I know."

"Earlier." You re-affirmed.

"I know."

You could hear the grin in his voice.

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

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

"Okay." You sighed breathlessly.

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

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

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

"Hi?"

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

"You're staring."

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

"You are." He teased.

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

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

"Yes."

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

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

"Tell me I'm pretty again."

You laughed, in disbelief.

"No."

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

"No." Your eyebrows pinched together.

"Angel."

Damn.

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

"You're pretty." You muttered.

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

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

"Louder."

"No."

"Come on."

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

"Pretty please."

You groaned, again.

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

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

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

"You're welcome."

Then his eyes flicked downward.

"What are you wearing?"

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

"You already know. Baka"

"I want to hear you say it."

"Ugh." You're weird."

"I'm your boyfriend."

"That doesn't explain anything."

"It explains everything."

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

"An oversized shirt."

"Still?"

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

"Nothing else?" He was prying.

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

"Angel?"

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

"You're being nosy."

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

"You can't see anything."

"I didn't ask to see anything."

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

"Maybe." That confirmed it.

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

"Oh." He said softly.

"What?"

"You're flustered."

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

"You are." This asshole.

"Stop looking at me."

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

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

"You're so annoying."

"You're cute."

That shut you up, and Satoru laughed quietly.

"See?" His voice teased.

"See what?"

"I can make you speechless."

"Don't get excited."

"Too late."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"You should sleep." Voice tender-soft.

"You first." You murmured back.

"I'm not tired."

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

"You are."

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

"You've yawned three times."

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

"Obviously."

He smiled.

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

You blinked.

"While we sleep?"

"Yeah."

Your heart squeezed.

"Okay."

"Okay?"

"Okay."

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

And eventually...quietly.

"Hey angel?"

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

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

You smiled into the darkness.

"Me too."

A pause. Then-

"Also."

"What?"

"Your shirt is still bothering me."

You burst out laughing.

"Satoru!"

He laughed too.

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

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

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

And maybe just maybe you were thinking the same thing.

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

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

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

And it starts with a pillow.

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

He gawked.

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

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

“For what?” he asked, voice wrecked.

Your smile was pure trouble. “Riding.”

Satoru dropped his phone. Physically. Onto the floor.

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

He made a sound like he'd been punched.

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

“Angel…”

You look back over your shoulder.

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

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

“I was...testing” you pant, wearily.

He flips you like a doll.

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

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

Your whole body shivers.

“…Can I?”

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

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

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

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

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

His tongue meets your folds like he’s starving.

You wail.

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

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

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

He’s letting you.

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

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

He hums against your clit and the vibration breaks you.

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

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

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

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

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

“I think I’m addicted to your pussy.”

You slap his chest, weakly.

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

Now you’ve been thinking about it all day.

All week, really.

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

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

So now… it’s time.

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

You’re both shaking.

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

“I need to,” you breathe.

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

“I want to ride you, Satoru.”

He chokes on air.

“Oh my god.”

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

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

You nod. “Just… let me go slow.”

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

“Okay. I’m ready.”

He holds your waist, his grip tightening.

The tip presses in.

And holy fuck.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Then— you bottom out.

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

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

His hips twitch and he sobs again.

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

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

And then— you rock.

Gently. Testing how much you can move.

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

You moan.

He moans louder.

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

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

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

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

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

“Did I hurt you?!”

“N-no—again, do that again—”

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

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

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

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

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

His cock throbs violently.

“Angel—fuck—I love you—”

He explodes.

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

You collapse against his chest.

His hands cradle you.

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

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

You kiss him then, slow and shaky-sweet.

“Neither have I.”

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

You stay that way for a long, long time.

You’re still straddling him.

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

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

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

You glance down. Follow his line of sight.

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

Satoru groans.

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

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

His hands grip your waist.

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

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

“No. Not like that.”

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

Satoru watches it fall.

Then he drops to his knees.

Right between your thighs.

“Satoru— what are you—”

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

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

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

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

He dives in.

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

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

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

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

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

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

You’ve never felt anything like it.

It’s so dirty. So loving.

So deeply, terrifyingly intimate.

“Satoru—please—”

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

And you do.

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

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

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

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

You start crying.

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

“I want you again,” you whisper.

He kisses your hair.

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

[gyarujo]

꒰ 呪術廻戦 ꒱ › shoko hates seeing you hurt sfw. shoko x fem! reader. bittersweet fluff post-shinjuku fluff.

shoko ieiri has spent most of her life in jujutsu high’s infirmary. she’s accustomed to the coppery tang of blood that clings to the air, a scent so familiar it’s almost comforting. it’s the scent of her work, of her purpose. she knows the exact shade of red that means a wound is survivable, the precise pallor that signals the beginning of the end. 

death is an old friend, one she greets frequently. she often finds herself staring at the empty examination tables on her lonesome, picturing the bodies that have occupied them – suguru, after the star plasma vessel incident; nanami, calm even in death; haibara, so young it still makes her chest ache. and even, satoru. the strongest, reduced to a memory. over the years, she’s learned the subtle signs that mark its arrival: the cooling of the skin, the shallowing of breath, the final, distant look in a person’s eyes as they start to see things she can’t. she’s the one who translates its final message to the living, her voice steady even as her own heart fractures just a little more each time. 

the waiting, however, is her greatest enemy. it draws out the agony, forcing her to live a thousand possible endings in her head before the real one even arrives. it’s where she fights her real battles, against the dread that coils in her gut and the fear that one day, the wait will end, and the slack face on that stretcher will be yours.

the infirmary is cold, the sterile silence broken only by your ragged whimpers. you’re slumped against the examination table, blood soaking through the makeshift bandage someone had pressed against your side. shoko’s hands are working with rough urgency as she unwraps the blood-stiffened fabric. you can’t help the sharp cry that escapes your lips as it pulls at the edges of the deep gash across your ribs.

she doesn’t apologize. she doesn’t even flinch. she just keeps unwrapping, her jaw tight, her eyes fixed on the ugly wound beneath. when the last of the bandage is gone, she lets it drop to the floor. 

“what the hell happened out there ?” she asks, her voice wavering uncharacteristically. her touch is usually so stable, but today you can feel the slight tremor in her fingers

“it was. . . stupid,” you manage to grit out, another wave of pain making you whimper. “i didn’t realize there were four of them.”

shoko stills, her hands hovering just above your skin. the blue light of her reversed cursed technique flickers and dies for a moment. when she looks at you, her expression is colder than you’ve ever seen it.

“you went in alone. without backup. again. and didn’t even bother to confirm the number of curses ?” she looks up at you, and you see the unshed tears shining in her eyes. “stupid doesn’t begin cover it,” 

“i know,” you whisper, closing your eyes as another jolt of pain shoots through you. “i’m sorry.”

“sorry isn’t good enough either ” her voice rises slightly. she quickly lowers it again, taking a shaky breath. “do you have any idea what it’s like ? sitting here, waiting ? wondering if this time they’re going to bring you back in a body bag ?”

the blue energy of her technique flickers as her hands begin to shake more noticeably. she tries to steady them, pressing them more firmly against your side, but the tremor won’t stop.

“i can’t keep doing this,” she whispers, tears finally spilling over and tracking down her cheeks. “i already lost suguru. and nanami. and haibara. and satoru. . . i can’t. . .” her voice breaks and it makes your chest ache more than any wound ever could “i can’t lose another person i love. i can’t. . . i can’t lose you too.”

she rests her forehead against your shoulder, body still trembling with suppressed sobs. you reach up with a shaky hand, gently stroking her soft hair as she continues to work on your wound, her technique flowing as consistently as her tears. 

“promise me,” she says, voice barely audible against your skin. “promise me you’ll be more careful. please.”

you nod, throat too tight to speak. she finishes healing your wound, then pulls back just enough to look at you, her face streaked with tears. you gently wipe them away with your thumb, pulling her into a careful hug that doesn’t aggravate your newly healed side. “i’m sorry,” you whisper against her hair. “i’ll be more careful. i promise.”

her body goes lax against yours, the last of her anger draining away. she doesn’t say anything for a long moment, just breathes against your neck, her heart beating frantically in her chest. when she finally speaks, her voice is merely a whisper, fragile as spun glass.

“i love you too much to watch you die”

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[toruii]

𓏲ּ𝄢 suguru geto fingers you infront a mirror (ᵕ—ᴗ—)

the full length mirror reflected every humiliating detail under the bedroom light—your flushed tear streaked face. your trembling thighs spread wide over suguru’s lap and of course, his long fingers bruised knuckle deep in your dripping cunt.

his chest was solid against your back, his free arm locked around your waist to keep you still. “eyes open, sweetheart.” suguru murmured, his voice velvety soft and gentle against your ear as his fingers curled inside you, easily finding your sweet spot. “if you look away, i’ll stop.”

a moan tore from your throat as pleasure filled you. your eyes fluttering shut regardless of his warning you are overwhelmed by the thick stretch of three fingers pumping steadily into your soaked cunt. but the second your eyes closed..suguru’s teeth sank into the sensitive curve of your neck, a sharp bite that made you cry out. your eyes flew open, meeting his gaze in the reflection.

“poor baby, can’t keep her eyes open for me,” he cooed, licking over the fresh bite mark, soothing it with his tongue as his fingers continued its torture. “but..you’ll try won’t you?”

you sobbed, fresh tears spilling down your cheeks. your walls clenched hard around his fingers, clearly greedy despite the overwhelming fullness. “s-sugu..it’s too much–i can’t watch,”

he hummed softly, pressing a tender kiss right over the bite. “too much? look at yourself. your pretty little hole keeps sucking my fingers in deeper i do..this.” he thrusts harshly, driving all three fingers inside. your body jolted, eyes rolling back as a moan slips from you.

looking in the mirror, it was humiliating. his glistening fingers stretching your swollen folds, clit twitching from neglect and worse of all—the fucked out expression on your face. “you’re doing so well for me, crying so prettily.”

his fingers resumed their steady pace, curling and scissoring you open wider. “ah, look at that? see how messy you are? you silly head can’t even handle how good it feels can it? that’s okay baby.”

every curl of his fingers against your sweet spot sent sparks shooting through your veins. your thighs shook over his, hips twitching despite yourself. your eyes fluttered, eyelids drooping from the intensity.

and again, suguru bit you, his fingers thrusting harshly inside you. you whimpered, forcing your eyes to stay open.

“atta girl,” he praised, a small grin finding his face. his thumb finally brushed over your swollen neglected clit, causing you to twitch in his hold.

“fuck—you’re shaking so hard sweetheart, my sweet baby loves this doesn’t she?”

“hah—yes! i do..nghhh please sugu,” his fingers grinds hard against that spot inside you while his palm pressed firmly on your clit. a strangled moan coming from you as your back arches.

suguru smiles at your reaction. “so beautiful. watch yourself cum on my fingers like the pathetic girl you are, okay?”

he picked up the pace, fingers fuckijg you faster as the okeasure becomes hot and unbearable.

“please suguru, it’s too much..”

“aww, c’mon baby, do it for me.” he kisses your neck gently. “my perfect girl, you want to please me yes?”

you nod your head frantically, eyes blurring. the our moans turned into desperate cries and whimpering. everytime your eyes fluttered shut—even for a second he’d either bite you or stop. your face was a prefect view, face contorted in ecstasy as your orgasm finally crashes over you.

your back arched as a cry tore from your throat. your eyes fluttered shut as you gushed around his thrusting fingers, squirting messily over his hand with every grind. your thighs shook uncontrollably as he fucks you with his fingers through your orgasm–praising you sweetly.

“such a pretty thing, causing such a mess—shit,”

he keeps thrusting his fingers, drawing out your orgasm until you sobbed and twitched in his arms. “n-no more please..too sensitive,”

only then when he heard those words did he stop.

his cock hard, pressing against you but he ignored it, shifting you gently on his lap. he reached for the soft cloth he had prepared earlier to wipe you clean between your legs. “you did so good, beautiful girl.”

he kisses your hair, placing you to lay on the bed. “what about you sugu..? i can help if you want..”

he smiled at your words, laying next to you and holding you closer to him. “no need. you’re my priority, not that okay? rest up.”

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[keki1205]

The trio passing by the reincarnated soul of their late teacher

[pillsatoru]

꣑ৎ fighting with satoru leads to him forcing you to ride him

The last thing you wanted to do was get into an argument with your roommate and best friend. Yet you found yourself going back and forth with him & it didn’t look like it was coming to an end any time soon. 

“I don’t understand how I’m not allowed to have boys over but you’re free to bring home girls, it’s totally unfair Satoru!” You yelled, voice turning raspy. 

It’s been hours since this argument began and he was getting sick of it. 

“The difference between us is that I didn’t invite that girl over to fuck, did I?” He shot back, a vein forming at his temple. 

His hand reached up to his face, sliding off his glasses to set them aside on the counter. “I came home with her because we had a project to do and the library was closed. And you know this because I texted you earlier about it.”   

“So? She was totally giving you bedroom eyes!”

“And what if she was? Doesn’t mean I gave in and started humping her like a dog in heat. I’m not that easy, sweets.” 

But you were. 

You were not about to give in because he used your favorite pet name, and you definitely weren’t going to allow him to see the effect it had on you. 

“I don’t know why me bringing a boy over concerns you either.” 

“Watch that tone.” He warned. His eyes have darkened enough to match the late night shadows seeping into the kitchen, rain being muffled by the windows. Your lip trembled, being utterly frustrated. It’s not like you even did anything with the guy, you just wanted to make him jealous – get back at him for inviting that girl over. 

Satoru noticed your pout, sighing through his nose as all previous anger faded. “Baby.” 

“Don’t call me that.”

“Why not?” He closed in, cupping your cheek in his warm hand. “You love it when I use sweet names on you.” 

You pulled away from his touch, still pissed. “We’re just roommates, that’s why.” That certainly got him to raise a brow, a slight tilt at his head as he took in your words. “Just roommates? Am I not your best friend? Am I not the one that makes you feel good?” 

Your breath hitched, knowing what he was referring to. 

You had come home stressed about some class and it didn’t help that it was ovulation week as well, making you all pent up. Thankfully, Satoru didn’t mind helping you out on the very counter he was leaning against. “What was your goal when you brought him over? To make me jealous? Get your pay back?” 

Well, yes. 

But you were not going to admit that so easily. 

“If I hadn’t made it clear enough, sweets, you’re the only girl I want. Why would I be stupid to put my dick inside someone who isn’t you?” His vulgar words strike again at your inner core, forcing your thighs to clench. 

“Satoru..” Your cheeks heated up. 

“I’m going to ask you again, and you’re going to answer honestly. Are we just roommates?” 

Of course not. Roommates don’t just allow the other to ride them like rabbits in heat the way you were doing right now. Your clothes were discarded on the floor, shaky hands rubbing up and down his abs all while he watched. 

A smirk was lifting at his lips, enjoying the way you struggled to do all of the work. He wanted to touch your tits, give them the little kisses they deserved. But hearing you beg for his touch was far better. 

“Please– I said I was s-sorry..” Your apologies fell upon deaf ears. This was your punishment after all. You could barely register your own pleas as his tip grazed your puffy folds. “You’re going to ride me and I’m not going to help for shit.” 

And he kept his word because he hasn’t done anything more than letting out the occasional grunt. It was genuinely pissing you off. 

“Please,” You tried again, leaving sloppy but sweet kisses on his lips that he didn't reciprocate. Not even when you picked up your pace or slowed it down did he react. 

Nothing was working. 

Not until he saw you begin to sob, hiding your pretty face in his neck did he soften up. “Hey, hey.. It’s okay, sweet girl. I forgive you, you did so good, took your punishment like the good girl you are. Don’t cry, you’re making me feel bad.” His expression softened, large hand rubbing the small of your back as he coo’ed in your ear at your hiccups. 

You sniffled, chasing your nearing orgasm now that he praised you. “Am gonna cum..” You gasped, clawing at his back. Satoru fully wrapped his arms around you, bouncing you harshly on his lap. “Go ahead.” 

White dots filled your sight when you spilled on his dick, legs trembling. He followed soon after, releasing deep in you. “Good job, baby. Don’t you ever think that shit again. I don’t want anyone but you, and it’s time to realize that.” 

You nodded, placing your lips on his, finally receiving the kiss you needed.

[polaroidsex]

𓍼ོ inexperienced!reader sucking dad’s best friend!toji’s dick for the first time

you kneel between toji’s spread thighs on his living room floor, the tv light bouncing low with hue of some old game in the background.

his cock is thick and heavy in your shaky hand, the vein along the underside pulsing as you lean in and wrap your lips around the head for the first time. “mhm,” you hear your dad’s best friend hum.

when it slips into your mouth, it tastes salty and warm, bigger than you expected, already stretching your mouth.

you suck gently, eyes flicking up to his face, hoping for some sign that you are not messing this up completely.

toji leans back against the couch, one big hand resting on the back of your head, his green eyes half lidded with that lazy smirk.

“fuck, baby, don’t choke,” he mutters when you try to take more and your throat tightens around him.

you pull back a little, coughing softly, spit already slicking your chin. “am i… doing it right?” you whisper, voice small and uncertain.

he laughs, low and rough, the sound rumbling through his chest and making his abs flex under that dark trail of hair.

“yeah,” then bunch of words follow when you hollow your cheeks, a slurping sound engulfing you both.

“you’re doing it.. fuck— right”

“smart girl.”

“…just like that.”

“slow and wet. feels good.”

encouraged, you dip down again, taking him deeper this time, your tongue pressing flat along the bottom. but you push too far too fast, and your eyes water as he hits the back of your throat.

“easy,” he growls, but his fingers tighten in your hair anyway. “you gonna choke on it.”

another laugh escapes him, this one darker, as you try to breathe through your nose. before you can pull off, he guides you down firmly, pushing until your nose brushes right against that coarse trail of hair at the base of him. your throat spasms around the thick length, tears pricking at the corners of your eyes, but he holds you there for a long second, savoring the tight heat.

“there we go,” he murmurs, voice dropping lower. “good girl. take it all for me.”

he finally lets you up just enough to gasp for air, strings of spit connecting your swollen lips to his cock, before he pushes you right back down again. his laughter mixes with a groan as you struggle so prettily around him.

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— ♯ ⋮ 𝄞 admiring michael’s tattoo ⋮ smut 𓏲ּ𝄢

michael kaiser was a good looking man. he was muscular, tall, strong, and really athletic. the one thing that easily makes you get turn on by him was his tattoo across his neck to arms. it was beautiful. the dark baby blue flower crossing his muscular arm made you feel a little wet each time you saw it.

but sometimes you couldn’t help yourself to admire it. especially when you two were having a intimate moment. you were laying down against the bed, your legs spread open and tangled against his waist. your arms stretched against his neck as you watched him thrust in and out of you— you looked up at his face, then his tattoo. your mouth hanging open from previous moans, god he was beautiful. everything about him was just beautiful. your right hand traced his tattoo from the neck.

and michael noticed your wandering hand on his tattoo, the way your fingers traced along the delicate petals and vines that wound around his neck. he was mid-thrust, tongue pressing against your collarbone in small, deliberate bites, when he felt your touch—that familiar, reverent way you admired his ink.

a deep hum escaped him, vibrating through his chest.

he didn't stop his rhythm, the steady, deep grind of his hips continuing to drive you absolutely crazy. but he lifted his head slightly, just enough to catch your gaze. his blue eyes were dark, heavy with lust, but he saw exactly where your attention was drifting—to the dark blue flowers etched into his skin.

"looking at the tattoo again, aren’t you?" a low, velvety voice that carried a hint of arrogance. a smirk. that infuriating, beautiful smirk that always made your stomach flip. his free hand came up, fingers tangling in your hair as he pulled your head back—just enough to make you meet his gaze.

"you're supposed to be looking at me."

you moan softly, your hands now cupping his face. “y-you’re so beautiful.. mmm! m-michael!” you slowly arched your back off the mattress. making you slightly connect your chests against his. the feeling of your bare chests pressing together made his breath hitch. his thrusts stuttered for a moment, just a second, before he regained his rhythm—harder now, deeper.

"fuck—" he groaned against your lips, his hands gripping your thighs tighter, pulling you impossibly closer. the contact between your skin sent electricity through him. “i-i always admire your tattoo, michael..” you whispered.

a low, satisfied chuckle vibrated against your throat, his hips snapping forward with deliberate precision. he loved how obsessed you were with his ink—how the dark blue petals etched into his skin seemed to captivate you just as much as the man himself.

"i know you do, mein herz," he murmured, his voice dropping an octave, thick with lust.

the tension in the room was palpable, the air growing thick and heavy with the heat of the moment. his pace quickened, more urgent now, less controlled. his breathing went ragged against your neck, his grip on your hips tightening until his knuckles turned white.

"almost there..." he'd muttered. and then, suddenly, his entire body jerked.

your body seized up, your back arching sharply off the mattress as the wave of pleasure crashed over you. a loud, broken cry of his name tore from your throat, your walls clenching tightly around him as you rode out your high. your vision blurred white, your fingers digging desperately into his shoulders, nails scraping against the dark blue ink you loved so much.

with a final, deep thrust, he buried himself inside you as his own release hit him hard. his body shuddered violently against yours, his hot breath coming in ragged gasps against your neck.

the dark blue flowers on his arm seemed to dance as his muscles flexed with the intensity of his orgasm.

the aftershocks made you tremble, your legs still locked around his waist as you both slowly came down from the high. he held still for a moment, his forehead pressed against yours, chest heaving, dark hair damp with sweat.

then, he withdrew slowly—the sensation pulling a quiet whimper from your lips as the cool air hit your inner thighs.

[toruii]

nanami kento loves punishing his cute wife ૮◞ ‸ ◟ ა

♡⸝⸝ i literally can’t stick to one theme for my posts, i either get bored or hate them someone help pls:c

you sat there on your husband’s lap, thighs spread wide over one of his muscular legs. the room was dimly lit. your panties are long gone—discarded somewhere on the floor after nanami had told you to strip. the fabric of his slacks felt maddeningly smooth against your bare, already slick folds as you pressed down.

you’ve been like this for what? an hour..? time flew by ever so quickly whenever nanami was by your side—expect tonight, he was punishing you.

“please, ken..” your voice was breathy and cracking with need. you rock your hips forward, dragging your swollen clit along the hard muscle of his thigh. wet sounds filled the quiet room–obscene and undeniable. “i-i need you. please, i can’t take anymore,”

nanami leans his head against the headboard, tie loosened but still around his neck as he watched you, completely composed. his hands rest on the bed at his sides, his fingers loosely curled. another part of your punishment? he refused to touch you.

“i warned you, my love..” he says, his voice low and even. how could he be so composed when his wife had been grinding so shamelessly on his leg?

“i told you, don’t go downtown without me. you deliberately put yourself in danger. this is the consequence of your actions, you’ll take it for me won’t you?”

you whimpered, tears threatening to fall as you rolled your hips, chasing friction. every slide sent a spark up your spine but it’s not enough. it’s never enough without him touching you. your clit throbs, begging for more pressure. your body ached for something–his fingers, his cock..anything.

“i’m sorry,” you whined, bracing your hands on his shoulders. the muscles there were tense and restrained like he’s holding back. “i promise i’ll listen next time. just please, hah—touch me?”

“no.” the single word is calm and final. his jaw tightening slightly as he watches your breasts bounce with each desperate movement you make. “keep going. be a good girl and use my thigh like the needy thing you are yeah?”

a frustrated moan escaped you, louder than before. your pace quickens, hips stuttering as pleasure coils tighter in your belly. the ache between your legs is unbearable—you were empty and needy. you lean forward, pressing your chest against his torso, nipples hard and sensitive against his shirt.

“kennn,” you whined, your voice rising. “feels so good..but i need more–please let me have your cock. i’ll be good? i’ll be so good.”

his eyes darkened at your words, his control fraying only momentarily. one of his hand finally moves—not to give you the pleasure you craved, but to cup your jaw firmly, titling your face up to meet his gaze.

“this is a punishment my darling, you’re too loud,” he murmurs, thumb brushing across your lower lip. “do you want the neighbors to complain?”

heat flooded your face, but it only made you wetter. he was finally touching you. you whimpered, rocking against his thigh—chasing your high.

“open your mouth.”

you blinked, confused for a moment before obeying. nanami slides two thing fingers past your lips, pressing down on your tongue. the taste of his skin, slightly salty fills your mouth. he pushes deeper until his knuckles brush your lips. “suck,” he tells you, watching your eyes widening in surprise.

you moan around his fingers, the sound muffled. your tongue swirls around his fingers, sucking him like you would to his cock–hollowing your cheeks—doing your best to please him. your hips began moving faster, slicking sliding messily over his thigh as you chase release.

“good girl, my good girl.” nanami praises, his fingers curling slightly against your tongue, pressing down. “tell me, does it embarrass you, knowing how easily i can reduce you to this?”

you whine around his fingers, eyes watering as you shake your head. the way he spoke to you, telling you what to do while being ever so calm pushes you closer to the edge. your clit grinds harder with every roll of your hips, pressure building over and over again.

“fuck,” he curses quietly as he watches you, saliva tarting to drop down his fingers and your chin. wet slurping sounds mixed with the obscene slick of your cunt against his thigh. your thigh trembled from the effort—but now you couldn’t possibly stop.

your husband’s breathing had gotten heavier, though he remains completely composed, you could feel his own cock hardening against his slacks. “you’re close aren’t you?” he observes, his fingers thrusting gently in and out of your mouth, fucking your face in sync with your grinding. “mngh!”

a muffled sound slipped from you, your hips stuttering, losing its rhythm as the coil in your stomach tightened. “i think you’ve earned this, cum for my love,”

his permission tipped you over. your orgasm crashing over you, waves of pleasure filled your body. your eyes rolled back as your cunt gushed, soaking his slacks. your hips jerked, riding out your orgasm as your husband watches you, his expression completely unreadable.

only when you’ve calmed down, he slowly pulled his fingers out, a string of saliva connecting for a moment. you collapsed against his chest, panting and twitching. “ken, i’m sorry for not listening—i really am.”

he hums at your words, finally bringing one hand up to stroke your hair gently, the other resting on your hip. a small sound of content came from you.

“good. we’re not done yet sweetheart, you should get a reward for behaving don’t you think?”

you shivered at his words, a fresh heat stirring between your legs. “yes please..”

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[torumaii]

Nerdjo and his nerdy girlfriend are totally relationship noobs…

❥ Nerdjo! When he would randomly sit next to you in his calculus class, and stare at you (in a totally not creepy way) while you were solving problems with ease, thinking—-you were always the only one to keep up with him, huh? ˎˊ˗

❥ Nerdjo! Who lowkey saw you as competition at first before you dated, a tiny scowl planted on his face when any professor would give you more praise and attention than him—just for him to now only want that praise and acknowledgement from you! ˎˊ˗

❥ Nerdjo! When you first got each others numbers, played a nerve wracking game of “who’s gonna text first” and you both would overthink and assume you didn’t like each other, until toru grew enough balls to send that one military cat meme. Nailed it! ˎˊ˗

❥ Nerdjo! When stuck studying in the library with you late at night for a project, would act like he had to use the bathroom to sneak and get you something from the vending machine—only to come back and you had taken the opportunity to do the same?! You both clumsily explain quite obvious actions… ˎˊ˗

❥ Nerdjo! Loves when you wanna compare english notes, getting into silly arguments about his chicken scratch handwriting and him saying “That’s just how a genius writes! Take it or leave it.” Only for him to attempt to make it neater—only if you kiss him first though. ˎˊ˗

❥ Nerdjo! When you both had your first kiss, it was basically just mushing your faces together—glasses clashing in a clumsy mess, eventually taking a break and trying to lighten the tension with lame jokes and snack offerings. (Satoru later went to look up how to makeout on wikihow, embarrassingly practicing on his hand…) ˎˊ˗

❥ Nerdjo! Who DEFINITELY did not fail at pretending to ignore you for your birthday with an attempt to surprise you—just to end up blocked halfway and now sulking in his upset overthinking girlfriend’s arms while he shows her the video of what he was trying to do. ˎˊ˗

❥ Nerdjo! Who quite literally didn’t see himself with anyone but you, who’s a nerd without someone to be nerdy with?? ˎˊ˗

[ p.s .. ty @toruii for the yummy idea :3 ]

[gumbaigumbai]

cut up the bathroom scene without the flash-forwards if anyone wants to use it ^^

[toruii]

nanami kento loves punishing his cute wife ૮◞ ‸ ◟ ა

♡⸝⸝ i literally can’t stick to one theme for my posts, i either get bored or hate them someone help pls:c

you sat there on your husband’s lap, thighs spread wide over one of his muscular legs. the room was dimly lit. your panties are long gone—discarded somewhere on the floor after nanami had told you to strip. the fabric of his slacks felt maddeningly smooth against your bare, already slick folds as you pressed down.

you’ve been like this for what? an hour..? time flew by ever so quickly whenever nanami was by your side—expect tonight, he was punishing you.

“please, ken..” your voice was breathy and cracking with need. you rock your hips forward, dragging your swollen clit along the hard muscle of his thigh. wet sounds filled the quiet room–obscene and undeniable. “i-i need you. please, i can’t take anymore,”

nanami leans his head against the headboard, tie loosened but still around his neck as he watched you, completely composed. his hands rest on the bed at his sides, his fingers loosely curled. another part of your punishment? he refused to touch you.

“i warned you, my love..” he says, his voice low and even. how could he be so composed when his wife had been grinding so shamelessly on his leg?

“i told you, don’t go downtown without me. you deliberately put yourself in danger. this is the consequence of your actions, you’ll take it for me won’t you?”

you whimpered, tears threatening to fall as you rolled your hips, chasing friction. every slide sent a spark up your spine but it’s not enough. it’s never enough without him touching you. your clit throbs, begging for more pressure. your body ached for something–his fingers, his cock..anything.

“i’m sorry,” you whined, bracing your hands on his shoulders. the muscles there were tense and restrained like he’s holding back. “i promise i’ll listen next time. just please, hah—touch me?”

“no.” the single word is calm and final. his jaw tightening slightly as he watches your breasts bounce with each desperate movement you make. “keep going. be a good girl and use my thigh like the needy thing you are yeah?”

a frustrated moan escaped you, louder than before. your pace quickens, hips stuttering as pleasure coils tighter in your belly. the ache between your legs is unbearable—you were empty and needy. you lean forward, pressing your chest against his torso, nipples hard and sensitive against his shirt.

“kennn,” you whined, your voice rising. “feels so good..but i need more–please let me have your cock. i’ll be good? i’ll be so good.”

his eyes darkened at your words, his control fraying only momentarily. one of his hand finally moves—not to give you the pleasure you craved, but to cup your jaw firmly, titling your face up to meet his gaze.

“this is a punishment my darling, you’re too loud,” he murmurs, thumb brushing across your lower lip. “do you want the neighbors to complain?”

heat flooded your face, but it only made you wetter. he was finally touching you. you whimpered, rocking against his thigh—chasing your high.

“open your mouth.”

you blinked, confused for a moment before obeying. nanami slides two thing fingers past your lips, pressing down on your tongue. the taste of his skin, slightly salty fills your mouth. he pushes deeper until his knuckles brush your lips. “suck,” he tells you, watching your eyes widening in surprise.

you moan around his fingers, the sound muffled. your tongue swirls around his fingers, sucking him like you would to his cock–hollowing your cheeks—doing your best to please him. your hips began moving faster, slicking sliding messily over his thigh as you chase release.

“good girl, my good girl.” nanami praises, his fingers curling slightly against your tongue, pressing down. “tell me, does it embarrass you, knowing how easily i can reduce you to this?”

you whine around his fingers, eyes watering as you shake your head. the way he spoke to you, telling you what to do while being ever so calm pushes you closer to the edge. your clit grinds harder with every roll of your hips, pressure building over and over again.

“fuck,” he curses quietly as he watches you, saliva tarting to drop down his fingers and your chin. wet slurping sounds mixed with the obscene slick of your cunt against his thigh. your thigh trembled from the effort—but now you couldn’t possibly stop.

your husband’s breathing had gotten heavier, though he remains completely composed, you could feel his own cock hardening against his slacks. “you’re close aren’t you?” he observes, his fingers thrusting gently in and out of your mouth, fucking your face in sync with your grinding. “mngh!”

a muffled sound slipped from you, your hips stuttering, losing its rhythm as the coil in your stomach tightened. “i think you’ve earned this, cum for my love,”

his permission tipped you over. your orgasm crashing over you, waves of pleasure filled your body. your eyes rolled back as your cunt gushed, soaking his slacks. your hips jerked, riding out your orgasm as your husband watches you, his expression completely unreadable.

only when you’ve calmed down, he slowly pulled his fingers out, a string of saliva connecting for a moment. you collapsed against his chest, panting and twitching. “ken, i’m sorry for not listening—i really am.”

he hums at your words, finally bringing one hand up to stroke your hair gently, the other resting on your hip. a small sound of content came from you.

“good. we’re not done yet sweetheart, you should get a reward for behaving don’t you think?”

you shivered at his words, a fresh heat stirring between your legs. “yes please..”

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