Your stupid question came just after you kissed your husband good night, his silver brows furrowed while his hands rested on the band of his cotton pajamas. He had just pulled them up after drying himself from his bath, his bare torso still balmy and beaded with unwiped water.
"What kind of question is that?"
"Well, we've been married for this long now," your fingers playfully wiggled as you counted the number of anniversaries you've celebrated with him. "I'm just wondering if you still think I'm pretty and all..."
Satoru's lips pursed into a thin line, a small sigh escaping his mouth as he stomped over to your side of the bed and unceremoniously pulled down his pajamas right in front of your face.
"T-Toru! What the—!" You exclaimed, dropping your hairbrush in complete disbelief. His wide shadow loomed over you as you sat on the edge of your shared bed, as though hiding this sight from the rest of the world.
His boxers were tented uncomfortably, the kind he always teased you with whenever you were in close proximity. He'd grab you as soon as you were within an arm's length away and rub against you until you melted like putty and played into his hands.
He seized your wrist and brought your palm against his crotch, hard, throbbing, twitching almost painfully— and it made you swallow deep.
He had an erection.
Satoru watched your expression through his feathery lashes and lidded eyes, his hand moving to cup your chin. "What does it look like? Does this look like I'm not turned on by my wife?"
It was a stupid question, indeed, and the answer was there even before you aired it out loud.
You rubbed the tip of his cock with your warm palm, your fingers gently closing around his length as you stroked him, his expression softening as he saw how embarrassed you were— for even asking such a question.
A glint of mischief darkened your husband's baby blue eyes, a twinkle of adoration and desire lighting his features as he completely dropped his pajamas to the floor. "You better stop asking stupid questions because you're never gonna get any stupid answers from me, only real ones."
he'll try anything once, and then three more times for good measure. anything! as long as it ends with him emptying his balls, prefer on or inside of you, he's a very happy man to entertain your weird requests.
this, though, is too weird!
"you want to have vanilla sex?" he gawks at you.
you're laying back on his bed, bare and smiling up at him as he climbs over you. he's hard, sure, but he's not flooded with the excitement of your usual ideas.
"why don't i put the collar back on?" he suggests tapping the tip of your nose. "oh! or we could play with those candles again... or you could make me squirt... no? roleplay? anal? some music, at least?"
you shake your head, and if you weren't so damn cute satoru might be more upset than he is. "you know," you start, "plenty of couples have plain sex regularly. i just want to feel you."
"we aren't like most couples," he grimaces. "im the strongest. and you're the sexiest. i don't think she's physically capable of having boring sex with you, baby."
"stop calling your dick a she," you stare up at him. "please? you said you'd try anything."
satoru kisses your lips gently, as boringly as he can do without getting too worked up. you are naked underneath him, after all. "i said that hoping you'd propose pegging me. or letting me put that dildo of yours down your throat while i—"
"just fuck me," you whisper.
and because satoru is secret a lover before he is a freak, he complies. with a gentle nod and a few seconds to line himself up with you, he pushes inside and lets you lock your legs around his waist before he starts a gentle pace with you.
it feels good, of course, it's you. but there's something sweet to the way he fucks you— no, makes love to you, that isn't there when gags and blindfolds and candle wax are in the way. it's just you and him, eyes locked as he becomes whole with you in the most intimate way possible.
he realises, when your eyes flutter shut and you pull him impossibly closer to whisper sweet nothings in his ear, that he might just like boring sex.
"i love you so much," he coos. "like having you like this. just us. god i love you, baby. i think i needed this."
the two of you cum in sync with eachother. you shake and tighten around his cock and he spills into you with sweet moans that sound a little more raw and vulnerable than they usually do. he kisses you silly, peppers his lips all over your face until you're laughing underneath him.
and he pulls back to look at your face, and nods to himself. you smile, and push his white hair out of his face with a gentle tilt of your head.
"what's that look for?" you ask.
and that's when you notice the tears welling in his eyes. the tremble of his lip as he recognises a million different feelings at once. and with a sniffle, and a shaky breath, he grins.
geto who smokes like its his biggest hobby, but you despise it. every time he kisses you, the bitter taste of tobacco leaves you wrinkling your nose and pulling away all too soon. you never say anything about it, but geto can sense your displeasure every time he reaches for a cigarette.
one day, he reaches into his back pocket for a routine smoke, knowing your eyes are trailing his every move. you expect him to shake out a cigarette, but instead he drops the pack to the ground and steps on it, eyes never leaving yours. you open your mouth to say something, but his lips cut off your voice.
he kisses you hard, his fingers tangling in your hair, his teeth pulling at your lips. his mouth moves against yours in such desperation that you can’t help but gasp. he pulls you against his chest, so close that you don’t know where you end and he begins. he pulls back, violet gaze slipping over your hazed expression.
“i-your cigarettes?”
he runs a thumb over your cheek before he leans down to whisper in your ear. his voice makes you shiver when he says,
satoru whispering sweet nothings to your swollen, pregnant belly every night, reading to it even though he doesn’t like to since it requires him to be calm and still (which he is anything but), yet finds himself somehow capable when it comes to the baby — his baby — in your stomach.
flipping through the pages with an air of ease, taking his time with every single letter and word that falls from his lips with additional care, even going as far as to teach him or her their alphabets just so his child gets a head start from the other kids in order to come out smarter.
you had to tell him it doesn’t work like that which he laughs off. nothing is impossible when it comes to his kid. their father is the best so therefore his offspring should be too, right?
being extra gentle when singing them lullabies right before bed time — you’ve never seen satoru sing softly like that to anyone but yourself. he’s never looked so at peace and serene — where your husband would usually be bouncing off the walls even at this time of night, he instead chooses to lay by your side, head rested in your lap from the moment he arrived home through those doors and into your arms, telling your baby bump all about his day.
and when satoru would complain about something or someone he didn’t like, he’d take it as a sign that when the baby kicked inside you as he spoke, that they were listening and agreeing with him as well, to which his chest would puff up with something akin to pride that your child was extremely intelligent and would turn out just like him.
you don’t know if you could handle two of him, though.
If there’s anything Satoru doesn’t want getting out, it’s how big of a baby he is the second you get him alone in bed. In the times he’s not fucking you roughly into the pillows, he’s the one with his head stuffed between your thighs as he sleeps the day away.
Warm cushiony thighs that lull him deeper into sleep. Don’t even try to move either, because he’ll wake up and grumble at you. Things like:
“Where are you going?”
“Do you hate me?”
“Stop moving.”
Or your personal favorite is when you succeed in pulling away from the sticky glob of a boyfriend to retrieve some water and he comes looking for you. As much as you hate to say this, Satoru is a fucking oven. His white curls stick to his forehead as sweat glistens over his chest. He never slept with a shirt on because he swore skin to skin was better for both of you. “It’s scientifically proven!” Is all he’d say before wrapping a strong arm around your leg and settling in.
This particular time you were standing in the bathroom hunched over the sink, splashing cold water on your burning cheeks. From your peripheral view, snow white hair and beautifully flushed skin appears. You turn around to face your lover and smile gently at the sleepy man in front of you. His eyes are barely open when one of his fingers comes to rub the hood of his eye. “Where’d ya go? Come back t’bed baby.” Thick biceps cage you against his chest, Satoru nudged his head between your collar and jaw to breathe deeply. The sensation tickling the sensitive skin.
He was such a baby when it came to getting what he wanted, and how could you tell him no? He asked you so sweetly. A beautiful man who was so sleep riddled he could barely tell where he was somehow found you with ease every time. “Hi sweet boy.” You mumble into his cheek before pressing a kiss into the warmth and allowing him to drag you back to bed.
older!bf sugu who picks u up from college every day, making all your friends jealous cuz u have such a kind boyfriend
older!bf sugu who spends sm money on u its insane that he still has more. he buys you whatever you like, weather it’s food or clothes he’s buying it
older!bf sugu who eats you out for his pleasure. he only stops when your overstimulated to the max and crying
older!bf sugu who helps you with ur studies, putting time and effort into studying so you get the best grade. then when you pass the test he fucks your brains out as a reward : 3
older!bf sugu who loves you to death and would do anything for you
I need handyman!rafe smut right now! The thought is making my brain mush because I just know he’s gonna go completely feral when he finally gets to lick into you. Like he def will start by eating it through your panties, till he gets impatient and is pulling them off and stuffing them in the back pocket of his jeans while he starts feasting like a starved man. Like pleaseeeee😫😫😫😫😫
warnings — handyman!rafe, groping, teasing, dry humping, dirty talk, rafe eating you out through your panties, panty stealing (common trend w him), oral (f. receiving)
wc — 1k (missed my icky man sm + got carried away ૮꒰ ྀི >⸝⸝⸝< ྀི꒱ა)
handyman!rafe m.list
rafe walked you up to your apartment after your date, not necessarily ready to leave your side just yet. “thank you for walking me to my apartment; you didn’t have to do that,” you smiled softly, digging through your purse for your keys. “i know i didn’t have to, but i wanted to, plus i need to make sure you got into your place safely,” he leaned against the doorframe. “this entire complex is one of the top ten safest to live in,” you bickered.
“can never be too safe, doll face," rafe tsked, watching you pull your key out from your purse. "i guess you're right," you hum, inserting the key into the lock and twisting it until you hear the faint sound of a 'click'. you stood there for a second as if you were having a debate in your head.
pushing your nerves to the back of your mind, you turned to face him, “would you want to come in for a bit?” your soft voice rang through his ears. he nearly had to pinch himself; he had to be dreaming, right? sure, he's been in your apartment countless times to do his job, but this was different.
you took his hand in yours, locking the door behind you when the two of you entered your apartment. “tryin’ to get me all alone, huh?” rafe teased, plopping himself onto your couch, “maybe,” your flushing face giving you away. "maybe? why else would you ask me to come in?" he smirked, grabbing your hips to pull you onto his lap.
rafe grasped the back of your neck, his lips molding into yours within seconds. his hand on your hip slid to the small of your back, pulling your body into his as close as possible. he nipped at your bottom lip, teasingly sucking it between his own lips, making you moan.
he swore he'd bust in his jeans at the sound, "jesus...'m trying so hard to behave." he groaned, "but you're killing me." you giggled against his lips, a gasp replacing it when his tongue slipped into your mouth with ease. his hands cupped your ass, lifting you off his lap to settle you flat onto the couch on your back.
your lips were glossy with a combination of your spit when he broke the kiss to trail wet, open-mouthed kisses onto your jaw and neck. you yelped as his teeth nipped at your flesh, his tongue following suit to soothe the sting. rafe was painfully hard, his bulge straining against the denim of his jeans. he pulled your legs to wrap around his hips, pressing and rolling his into yours, "feel that? feel what you do to me, doll face?"
"y-yes," you stammered, your hips bucking against his. rafe's hands moved under your top, palming your breasts. his thumbs rolled and pinched your hardened buds through the lace of your bra. your clit catches onto his clothed cock the harder he grinds against you. his lips find yours again, silencing your pathetic whimpers, the thinness of your skirt barely acting as a barrier between the rough denim of his jeans and your panties. "m-more," you whined, causing a deep chuckle to rumble through rafe's chest.
"more? what more do you need, hm? my fingers? my mouth? or maybe my cock? gotta use that pretty mouth to tell me, or i can't give it to you, sweet girl," he taunted. "anything, please, rafe! just need you to touch me," you begged, desperate for the slightest ounce of his touch.
“fuck…anything?” his mind already made up, his cock twitching in his jeans at the thought of what he’s been wanting to do for months. you propped your upper body on your elbows, watching him snake his way down your body, leaving a wake of wet kisses onto your tummy. he fisted your skirt in his hands, dragging them off your hips and carelessly tossing them aside. his large palms ran up your thighs, pushing them apart to slot himself between them.
his breath catches in his throat when his eyes meet the wet spot in your panties. "barely touched you, and you already ruined these pretty panties," he rasped. you mewl as his tongue licks a stripe up your folds to your clit against the soaked material. "shit, been dying to taste this sweet pussy," he moaned, your wetness seeping through and coating his tongue.
you squirmed under him as he licked and sucked your sensitive bud through the pink lace. rafe was growing impatient; he couldn't wait for a second longer; he needed his tongue on your bare cunt. he pulled back, the lace now translucent from being ruined with your arousal and his spit. his fingers tucked into the waistband, dragging them down your legs, "gonna save these for later as my personal souvenir."
he stuffed the pair into the back pocket of his jeans before hooking his arms under your thighs to pull them over his shoulders and yanking you forward. "prettiest pussy i've ever seen," he groaned, burying his head between your legs. his tongue slipped through your slick folds, "and the fuckin' sweetest."
your back arched off the couch, his tongue circling your puffy clit before closing his lips around the bud. your hips jerked against him, his nails indenting into your skin. "shouldn't ask for more if you're gonna try to run from it," rafe hummed, pinning your hips to inhibit you from moving away.
your jaw goes slack as he ate you like you were his last meal; he's desperate and has been dying for this moment, and now that he's finally got a taste, he's not letting up. your head fell back into the pillow when his tongue delved inside you. "please…" you whimpered, your eyes fluttering shut. the tip of his nose grinds against your clit as you shamelessly rocked your hips. your sweet whimpers and moans did nothing but spur rafe on, his tongue flicking at your sensitive bud over and over.
a choked sob travels up your throat, your orgasm ripping through you when he harshly sucks at your poor clit. he greedily lapped at your sweet release, pulling himself away to press a kiss to your inner thigh. he gently set your trembling legs down, crawling back up to hover over you. "god, you have no idea how long i've been wanting to do that," he muttered, dipping his head down.
you taste yourself on his lips, his hand inching lower between your bodies. you gasp into his mouth at the feeling of the pad of his thumb rubbing circles on your poor sensitive clit, “you like that?” rafe whispers. “mhm! you whine, “good ‘cause ‘m not done with this sweet little cunt. i plan on burying my face between these thighs all night.”
satoru being obsessed with your postpartum body— kissing your stretch marks, his big hands cupping your swollen breasts and tweaking your puffy peaks, cupping the plush fat of your ass and worshipping your new curves the baby gave you and he’s wondering why he didnt knock you up sooner. buys you the tightest, prettiest sundresses for you to wear when ya’ll go out and his hands dont leave your body ONCEE. he’s just all over you as your shopping, buying food, etc. you can’t be mad when he slaps your ass and fingers you in the passengers seat right? you just look too good. you having to scold him when his mouth is latched onto your mounds drinking your sweet nectar as you lazily ride his cock and milk him for filth. “save some for the baby- nng.” you whine. but when does he ever listen?
kento's the type of husband to rub your tummy every chance he gets, smiling sweetly whenever you give him a confused look. you don't mind the warmth of his hands and the gentle pads of his fingers against your skin, even growing fond of it. it isn't until he's balls deep and you're being split open on his cock that you realize the reason behind his habit.
"fuck—m'all the way here, sweetheart?" kento pants, splaying a large palm justttt under your belly button, making you whine and nod weakly.
"good, that's how deep i'm gonna breed you." any word of complaint on your lips dies the moment kento slings your leg over his shoulder, hitting a spot that makes your back arch pathetically. the menace just chuckles, rubbing your belly soothingly as he messes up your insides.
when—and only when—your poor aching cunt is spilling with his cum, does he press the softest kisses on your tummy, looking up at you with hearts in his eyes.
"do you think it's gonna take? i hope it's a girl."
“good lovin feel so numb, ride me til i’m bout to cum.”
“fuck, oh fuck, babe… keep bouncing.”
there he was again, choso straining his fucking neck to watch his dick go in and out of you while you kept bouncing steadily.
sweat dripped from his forehead as his hands were on your hips with a soft grip, every so often losing his grip from how sweaty he's become.
his eyes flicked to yours periodically to watch the concentration on your face as you kept going, gripping your hips harder, sending a painful chill throughout your body, almost losing your balance.
choso couldn't help it; you gripped around him nicely, the erotic wet sounds only making him go even crazier. mindlessly bucking his hips, low grunts coming from his chest, drool falling out the side of his mouth, and sweat flying.
muttering to himself while begging you in another breath to go faster, one of his hands slipped up your sides, giving it a rough squeeze.
no matter how hard choso tried to contain himself and be gentle, he just couldn't.
"i'm so sorry, i'm sorry... keep fucking going." grunting those words and slamming into you faster, he wanted to flip you over and slam into you until he was tired, but he liked the way you felt when you were on top—not even just the feeling; he loved everything.
watching how your speed slowed down for a second before speeding back up and watching how you threw your head back in pleasure or even when he rubbed your clit the way your body would jolt.
more, more, more, more, more.
that's all he wanted; even when he got more, more was never enough. even with his hard pink tip twitching with cum leaking out of it, he still found himself moaning and groaning for more stimulation.
his siren-like eyes turned doe-like under the bright light, and his once dry face was dewy; looking at him in this state felt like seeing him for the first time; you didn't know whether to admire how good he looked or fuck him more.
"i need you so fucking bad, just please keep going." his voice in a needy whimper as his thumbs rubbed circles over your soft skin, his chest rising and falling rapidly.
sliding his hands to yours that were placed firmly on his chest and sliding them up to his neck, his eyes still on yours, not daring to break eye contact.
"please." the only word muttered out of his mouth, his eyes glossy and his dick still harder than a rock inside of you leaking, more saliva peeking out the corners of his mouth slowly dripping.
your speed only got faster; his pleading was desperate. it was only right for you to unravel the last knot that formed in your lower stomach.
the pit in your stomach quickly unraveling as your pace got sloppier, your hands on his neck tightening and your head thrown back in pleasure, a silent moan escaping his lips.
his eyes squeeze shut, as he feels you squeeze around him, his whole body unraveling, letting out a sigh of relief as he slowly opens his eyes, looking at you with a weak smile.
it’s easy to forget that satoru was rearranging your guts just 5 minutes ago when he’s sitting in front of you, looking like that.
clad in nothing but a pair of sweatpants, shirtless body exposed to gentle nip of the moonlight, snowy hair looking like it’s never seen a brush and crunching down on an apple like a little kid as if he wasn’t the one fucking you into oblivion in his bedroom that’s so conveniently next to the kitchen.
you play with the collar of his shirt he carefully put on you after you two were done and he meticulously cleaned up the mess he made from your body, promising to take a shower a little later because he was starving. you suspect that the promise of a shower “later” means satoru isn’t done just yet and the thought starts a fire in your tummy that threatens to spreads all over your body with every passing look at him.
and now you both are sitting in his kitchen, across from each other, with your bare legs thrown lazily over his lap(because he demanded you do that, craving any kind of physical contact he can get), and him feeding you clumsily cut pieces of green apple, ripe banana and kiwi that was a little too sour for your liking, but sweetened by the fact that satoru cut it for you.
satoru smiles so sweetly at you, looks so softly and touches so gently; a stark contrast to his hungry, insatiable even, demeanour he was showing just a little while ago. eager to touch, to claim, to torture with the prospect of a mind-blowing climax and the warmness of close proximity after. you’re mesmerised by him, by his duality.
and then he proceeds to ruin it when he asks “whatcha thinkin’ ‘bout? me??” with a mouth full and some spit landing on your chin, and you can’t stop the giggles that rise from your chest. he does ruin the magic of the moment you built inside your head, but not completely — he adds a part of his true self into it and makes it into something that’s out of your head. makes it real.
cw: smut, oral sex (fem receiving), squirting, fratboy gojo, best friend gojo, college au, fraternities, f! reader, all characters are 18+, MDNI, not proof read <3
a/n: I have a clincial neuropsychology midterm tmr and instead of studying for that, I wrote this <33 edit: let's pretend it said group project instead of group assignment since the beginning 😭😭😭😭😭
Best friend!Gojo Satoru who’s absolutely addicted to the sight, taste, and smell of your pussy. His nose buried between your pretty wet lips, sniffing you like a nasty dog, before lapping eagerly at your sweet folds.
Your legs thrown over your best friend's shoulders, folded in half on his bed as he licks away at your sweet nectar, loudly gulping your juices while his skilled fingers rub fast circles on your engrossed clit.
Your poor pussy weeping as he devours you, making a mess out of you in his stupid frat house. Maybe it was a bad idea to pair up with your best friend for a group project, papers and pens hastily thrown onto the floor and long-forgotten as Satoru keeps your mouth and pussy busy.
Each flick of his tongue makes you want to close your thighs (if that's even possible, considering the bruising grip he has on them), your fingers tugging at his hair, wanting to push him away but also to pull him closer and suffocate him between your thighs.
With each thrust of his tongue, he grinds his weeping, twitching cock against the mattress, the bed creaking as he eats you out sloppily, licking away at your slippery wet folds.
Replacing his thumb with his nose, he grinds his face against your pussy. Nose playing with your sensitive clit, making you arch your back and raise your hips higher in his hold, wanting to run away from the euphoric pleasure as each thrust of his tongue inside your warm walls brings you closer to your orgasm.
A sob tears through your throat as his lips latch onto your clit, replacing his thumb as he sucks eagerly at your sensitive bud. Spraying him in your juices and coating his face with your essence, you only further encourage him to drink you up, to clean you up faster.
With a satisfied groan, he releases your trembling legs from his hold, letting your legs pathetically fall onto the bed as he climbs over your naked form. His chin and lips covered in your juices as he grins, pulling you into a searing kiss, letting you taste yourself before going again for another round.
he’s never felt so good before. his eyes roll back in ecstasy and he grips the sheets next to you, whimpers and moans escaping his pink lips. “satoru, baby.. you gotta hush..” you remind your pussy drunk boyfriend.
“m so sorry..you’re so good for me, mama..” he slurs out, bringing a hand to grab and squeeze your plush tits. he can’t help but notice the way it makes you gasp, how you seem to arch up more into his body. he can feel the pushback on his dick and he can’t help but squeal your name out loud. you slap a hand over his mouth and pull his hair simultaneously, forcing him to shutup. that’s when you hear a faint, “satoru?” from down the hall. you shoot him a mean glare and push his weak body onto the bed.
“wh-whatcha doin’?” he moans out, bringing his slender hands to kneed the fat on your hips. “i told you to shutup.” you groan, shoving two fingers in his mouth to keep him quiet. before satoru could get any more sounds out, you two can hear suguru’s footsteps slowly approaching down the hall.
one of suguru's hands was firmly on your hip, rubbing his thumb in circles over your smooth skin, while the other was around your neck, his warm chest against your back.
"there you go, push down all the way." his voice low as his breath hits your ear tickling it, his dick inching further inside of you, your body squirming.
suguru's hand gripping around your neck, lifting himself up, pushing deeper inside of you even more, a moan erupting from your throat.
"what did i say? push down. now." he knew that once he was all inside of you, you wouldn't be able to take it, but that's what he wanted, for you to do the work and work his dick like he wanted.
hesitantly lifting yourself up and pushing down, suguru lifting his hips, helping you a little.
you were just so sensitive, and he wanted to help you with that, your breath shaky, feeling yourself grip around him tightly, the intense pleasure making your body hot.
suguru kissing your neck, his soft lips sending tingles all over your body, his lips making their way to your ear making you giggle, suguru roughly grabbing your hips again.
a low rumble in his throat as he whispers in your ear, the sound of his voice making your stomach stir, more wetness coating on his dick, one of his hands tightening around your throat while the other grips your hip.
"you like that? tell me you like it, baby. make yourself feel good on my dick."
licking over your ear before pushing into you, a gasp sliding up your throat, your body moving on its own while you lift and push yourself down repeatedly, but each time only going halfway down his shaft.
his face moving to your back, resting his forehead on it.
"that's not what i taught you; go all the way down." his warm breath hitting your back, his eyes looking down at the tiny space between you two, watching as you struggled to go all the way down.
his words sounded bitter, but they were so encouraging, your body once again going all the way down, your ass making contact with his thighs, moving faster and still keeping the rhythm.
"there you go, just like that." rubbing over your sides as you keep going, your hand gripped tightly around his arm trying to keep speed, your moans filling the thick air.
lifting his head up and kissing your shoulder, feeling the pleasure crash down on you, your chest tight and your throat tightening as you struggle to get out a moan, warm wetness sliding over his dick and onto the sheet.
amusement written all over his face, glad that you weren't facing him.
his grip around your neck and hips loosening, watching you hunch over with a sigh of relief, leaning over you, giving your back kisses.
