satorusprites

[satorusprites]

▷ Impatience

Sypnosis . What happens when you come home late to them when they’re needy. / Pairings . (Separate) Gojo x f!reader, Geto x f!reader, Toji x f!reader, Choso x f!reader, Nanami x f!reader / Content . afab!reader, non-curse au, dirty talk, unprotected sex, established relationships, oral sex f!receiving, dry humping, spitting, etc. / wc . 7.8k

[ MDNI ]

★ Gojo Satoru

“Fuuuuck, I missed you so much today,” He’d groan directly into your mouth, aching cock slipping in between your dripping folds so perfectly, “Missed’ this pussy, fuck.” Gojo whispers against your lips.

You’d let off a whine and your brows would pinch together at your boyfriend’s words, “W-Was only gone f-for an-, ahh, a-an hour longer, ‘Toru,” Your cunt narrowed around his long cock as he continued pushing into you.

To come home to a needy Gojo always ended the same— you laid out on the nearest surface beneath him as he worked his dick inside you and forced you to tell him about your extended day.

“Mhmm, I know,” He’d frown, sharp cerulean eyes boring down into your own so carefully, “Felt like forever though,” Gojo explains, nudging himself in inch by inch and watching how your eyes flicker and your lips part to release a sigh.

“You’re s-so,” Gojo rolls his hips down into you and you moan at the way his cock presses into the depths of your pussy— filling you up so perfectly, “Dramatic,” You finish, words coming out as a breathy moan.

Gojo bit his lower lip to conceal a smile. Oh how he loved watching your face contort into pleasure, he could watch the stress fading out of your eyes and being replaced with lust forever.

“M’not dramatic,” He huffs. The two of you were on your shared living room couch as he couldn’t even make it to the bedroom, needing to be inside you as quickly as possible.

Gojo’s got one hand intertwined with yours, pressing your fingers down into the soft couch cushion as he starts working up that pace of his.

“I missed my girlfriend,” Gojo groans, hips drawing back ever so slowly before he listens closely to the loud squelch of your cunt as his cock pushes back in. Biting his lip yet again, he smirks a bit, “Seems’ like she missed me too.”

Your neck arches a bit and you moan, the sound like music to his ears. “Toru, hahh-, you’re so big,” You mumble out due to the sheer stretch of his cock.

He can’t help but crack a full smile, his mind spinning a bit as your plush walls pulse around his veiny shaft. “Yeahh, but you take me so well every time, pretty girl,” Gojo praises, “Needy lil’ pussy’s always huggin’ my cock juuust right.”

Those lewd words of his make your face twist up but you can’t help but moan yet again as he slams down into you all at once.

“Hah, now tell me what held you up at work again?” Gojo requested amid his thrusts, despite watching you lose your breath.

You whine, “M-My coworker, mmgh-, h-he-“

Gojo’s cock twitched inside you, shifting slightly and purposefully angling into your cervix, “He?”

“M-Mmh-, y-yes Satoru, he!” You cry out, your hand squirming beneath his as Gojo’s larger fingers squeeze yours, “H-He… aagnh, fuck-, he messed up on some-, nngh, paperwork,” You just barely manage out.

The man above you tilts his head, eyes narrowing, and thrusts growing heavier. He doesn’t say anything for a moment, just peers down at you with this look in his eyes.

You’d swear those blue irises of his were glowing with how intently he looked at you. Not that you were allowed much time to dissect that though as Gojo began fucking his cock down into you a bit harsher.

The sloppy sounds of his thrusts echoed throughout the room, all of which were followed by your moans and pleas for him to slow down.

Gojo swiftly moves his free hand in between your body and his, finding your clit without batting an eye and quickly pinching it, “So another man kept you from me?” He eventually breathes out.

He sounded upset, which kinda explains why he’s growing so rough with you— angry cockhead pounding into your cunt so viciously, as if to remind you of who you belong to.

“Toruu,” You whimper, “P-Please-, h-he’s, aah! H-He’s just a c-coworker,” You try your best to explain it to your lover but all your whines go through one ear and out the other.

Gojo rolls his eyes at you, “Yeah, a coworker who took up my girl’s time,” He argues, “Y’know what, call in sick tomorrow.”

“W-What?” You exhale heavily. With eyes as wide as ever, you couldn’t believe your boyfriend right now.

“W-What?” Gojo mocks you before you feel his thick cock shove impossibly deeper inside you, “You fuckin’ heard me. I said call in sick,” He voices out lowly. It was more of a command rather than a request at this point.

An airy little noise of disapproval leaves your throat, “Hhgn… I c-can’t just-“ His thumb swirls over your clit as his dick continues to split you open, your cunt wetting up his cock more and more with each thrust. Then his pelvis clashes down into yours a bit harder and your eyes roll back, “Ohmygod-“

“You can,” Gojo protests, pulling his hips back until he nearly slips out of you. Then he’s drilling right back in such an animalistic way.

“Toru,” You moan sweetly, his pupils dilating even more at the sound.

Even so, he has no plans on changing his mind, “Nah, it seems you forgot how I feel about other guys gettin’ in the way of us,” Gojo grunts. The sound of his heavy balls smacking against your ass as he beat his lengthy cock deep into your pussy was so overwhelming.

Your legs began to quicker a little and your back was lifting off the couch, “But h-he’s not-“

“Shut up,” Gojo cuts off. And you do, shutting your mouth obediently and whining instead, “Good girlll,” Gojo praises in that low voice of his. Then he pants and you swear you feel him in your stomach at this point, “Now hurry up ‘nd cum f’me, we gotta make up for lost time.”

★ Geto Suguru

Who allows you to get into your shared home perfectly fine at first, helping you take off your shoes, speaking in such a soft tone to you as he requests the events of your longer day.

You’d answer him honestly and explain how there was an error you had to stay and fix— to which Geto would soothe you with his understanding nature and gentle words.

Yet, the very second you sigh a little too heavily for his liking, he’s dragging you off to the bedroom and offering himself as a stress reliever.

“Suguruuu,” You mewl out, thighs spread over his handsome face with his big hands latched to your legs, fingers pressing into your skin as he aided you.

Those pretty purple-hued eyes of his would gaze right up into yours as you faced him, his tongue delving into your cunt and lapping up your sweetness into his mouth. His deep groans were like heaven against your cunt.

"Use me, princess," Geto groaned just before flattening his tongue against your dripping pussy and lapping it upward so very tenderly that it had you twitching and squirming above him.

You pant heavily, hips grinding over the wet pink muscle below for more friction in such a needy manner. Geto's thick fingers slid up along your body, caressing your tensed skin beneath his touch before he grabbed ahold of your hips and forced you to ride his face faster.

Although you couldn't see it, constantly was your boyfriend lifting his hips into the air as he feasted on your cunt like a man staved, his cock pressing up into the fabric of his sweats and giving himself the slightest bit of friction needed.

A sticky bit of precum was wetting up his boxers where his tip was, his fat cock so very desperate for you. But, he'd force himself to wait, your pleasure was more important at the moment.

Which is why his jaw is dropping a bit and his lips are cupping your pussy as he slurps your juices into his mouth, some slipping out from the corner of his lips and dribbling down his face. Not that he cared of course, especially not when you were above him whining and moaning so beautifully.

"Fuck Sugu-, that f-feels so good-, hhggn... ah!" You whine desperately above him. He's been at it for a minute now but his tongue is so damn skillful and long that you've got no idea how much time has truly passed.

Geto retracts his head only a little bit before spitting a fat glob of saliva up onto your cunt, "What a messy girl you are," He comments, his breath tickling the insides of your thighs, "Drippin' all into my mouth even when I'm not even moving."

Then he's leaning up again, his lips pressing into your sensitive clit and making you jump at the contact. A jolt of pleasure shoots throughout your body as he plants a bunch of messy kisses to your clit before suckling it into his mouth.

The tip of his tongue dashes around the sensitive bud and you reach a hand down, fingers curling into his hair as you roll your hips forward against his face for more.

"Mmmgh," Geto hums against you, "Yeahh, ride my fuckin' face, baby," He encourages, his words making you impossibly wetter as you do just that.

His tongue sinks back down and slithers into your cunt, searing against your plush walls as he moans into you. Your legs begin to close around his head and his fingers dig into your skin, "F-Fuck, m'gonna cum Sugu."

He just nods below you, lidded eyes revealing his zero intent on slowing down or stopping anytime soon. Your taste was so addicting to him, he could eat you out for hours and hours and never get tired.

Geto would have his mouth latched to your pussy until his jaw locked, and even then he'd still keep going. You could squirt on his face, beg him to give you a break, or even try pulling away from him but he'd always drag you back to him, tell you to take it, and request that you wet up his face again and again until he's satisfied.

Even as you cum in his mouth, his dick is throbbing in his sweats, twitching all over the place as it aches to be inside you. When you finally come undone and begin to pant softly above him, that's when he slows down.

"You can give me one more, yeah?" Geto hums with a sly smirk on his face, having yet to move an inch away from your pussy.

You shake your head, "M'tired Sugu..."

He frowns, "C'mon, you can't be tired after one orgasm. I thought we worked on that stamina of yours?" Geto whispers so softly as he turns slightly to kiss the inside of your thighs.

Pouting, "I had a long day..." You explain.

"Uhuh, and I'm trying to relieve you s'more baby," He tells you with an innocent look on his face, "C'mon, gimme a few more 'nd then I'll leave you alone."

"Suguru... you never leave me alone afterward," You huff out as you recall all the past times this exact scenario has played out.

Geto snickers, "That's because I've got a needy ass girl who likes beggin' for my cock afterward."

"I-," Your frown deepens, "I do not..."

"Yeahh ya' do..." He argues, "But it's alright, I like it when you're all needy 'nd start beggin' f'me."

With a slight groan, you shift above him a little, "...Shut up."

He tips his head back against the bed below and smiles, "Shut me up, c'mon. Put that pretty pussy on my mouth again."

Heat rushes to your face as he says that and almost instinctively, you just listen to him and sit right back down on his welcoming mouth.

★ Toji Fushiguro

Oh he hates when you come home late, as if he doesn’t do so himself all the damn time.

But the problem is that he’d be texting you begging-, no, never begging but, telling-, or ordering you to come home. Plethoras of I need you’s & look at what you’re doin’ to me’s followed by roughly five pictures of his thick and aggravatingly hard cock would ping to your phone while you’re in the middle of a meeting you didn’t have to attend.

And yes, you’ve explained this to your impatient partner Toji but does he care? Of course not.

So that’s why when you finally come home, you could barely into the damn house before he’s got that large veiny hand of his wrapped around your throat, tugging you into your household and slamming your body back against the front door to close it.

“Toji-“ You barely even get a chance to speak before he’s shoving his hot tongue into your mouth and shutting you up.

Your fiancé doesn’t care to hear your excuses, you’ve already texted them to him so, he’s grunting into your mouth and his free hand is moving to lock the door you’re up against.

His lips are hot and heavy against you, cologne dizzying your senses, bigger and much bulkier body pressing against you, and his hand limiting your oxygen.

“Told’ you I fuckin’ needed you,” Toji groans into your mouth as he trails a hand down and around your frame, quickly moving to grab a possessive hold of your ass, “Y’know how long I’ve been waitin’?”

You whine as his fingers curl into your ass cheek, squeezing so harshly before moving his lips to your jawline. “T-Toji, please, that meeting was-“

“Don’t care,” He hums so casually as he dips further down and to the side of your neck, sucking eagerly on your skin, “Forty-five fuckin’ minutes I’ve been waitin’ for you.”

You roll your eyes, “You’re such a big-, baby,” You stammer out as his hand shifts to your hip and he tugs you so that his one larger leg can press in between yours.

Toji scoffs against you and his hand leaves your throat, “I’m a big baby? Says the one who starts cryin’ from jus’ the tip.”

You grit your teeth and your hands go to his broad shoulders, “I do not…” You gasp as his thigh presses up against your clit, “You’re exaggeratin’.”

“Oh am I?” Toji chuckles, pulling his head up so he can look at your face, “Look at’cha now, can’t even handle a couple of kisses without lookin’ all fucked out.”

You frown at the man, “You couldn’t even let me get past the damn door before your hands were all over m-“

He shuts you up by lifting a hand to shove two thick fingers into your mouth, “God, you talk too much.”

A pout pulls at your lower lip as his fingers sink into your throat and press down on the back of your tongue. Your eyes gloss over a little and you gag.

His scared lip pulls up into a smirk, “Look at that fuckin’ pout… Aww, you mad?” Toji taunts.

God, you cannot stand him. Well, you can, that’s why you’ve got an engagement ring on your finger now— but still, he never fails to piss you off. And you’re pretty sure he likes pissing you off. He definitely gets a kick out of seeing you upset.

You move to graze his fingers with your teeth and he raises a brow.

“Don’t you fuckin’ dare.” Toji warns.

You groan against him before letting out a tired sigh and slithering your tongue in between the two fingers lodged in your mouth. He flashes a smile at you.

Then he nods approvingly, “Yeahhh, tha’s it.”

Oh his cock was in pain due to how hard he was. And it doesn’t get any better when you pull your head back a little before pushing forward, sucking on his fingers like the obedient little fiancée he knows you to be.

Toji licks his lips in almost slow motion, “So fuckin’ sexy, doll. Y’know that right?”

You smile against his fingers briefly before you nod, “Mhmm…”

He sighs heavily as he watches you suck on him, cock twitching in his sweatpants every time you throat his fingers and bat those pretty eyes of yours at him.

Then, he practically loses his mind when you pull off with a loud pop before taking his wrist into your hands, spitting on the tip of his fingers, and then taking them right back into your mouth.

Toji groans at the sight, “Nasty lil’ slut,” He huffs out, “Suckin’ on my fingers like it’s my cock… you’re enjoyin’ yourself, huh?”

You smile yet again and nod, “Mmh…”

“Fuck, keep lookin’ at me like that ‘nd I’m gonna cum without even seein’ your pussy.” He warns.

That makes you far more eager than he expects it to and you tilt your head to the side and really start sucking on his fingers like they’re his dick.

Then, you pull off for a moment just to speak, “Put three in my mouth,” You request, sticking your tongue out and watching how his lips part and he nearly moans at the request alone.

Toji tips his head back ever so slightly, eyes getting lower as he shifts to hold three fingers to your lips, “You’re so fuckin’ nasty,” He whispers before pushing his digits in and feeling you hum against him, “Gonna make me cum from this, pretty girl…”

You twist your head a bit as you suck on him, running your tongue all in between his fingers, drool escaping out the corner of your lips, and one of your hands suddenly dropping from his wrists. Toji’s eyes flicker when your free hand grabs ahold of his cock through his clothes.

“S-Shit,” He hisses, “God, I love you,” Toji hums as your hand strokes his aching cock through his clothing.

You were all too perfect for him, sucking on his fingers, rubbing your palm against the outline of his clothes— he swears he’s never found himself about to cum from something so simple before.

Your mouth furthers on his fingers and your hand moves to slip into his sweats, making his body jerk forward when you grab his thick cockhead and run your fingers over it so teasingly.

“Fuuuck,” He groans with his jaw going slack, “The hell would I do without you-, mgh,” He grunts deeply as you stroke his tip carefully.

Toji’s hips buck into your touch and he’s trying so hard not to moan— he was really aching for you more than he’d let on.

A messy slick of precum gets all over your hand but it makes it easier for you to start jerking him off, your mouth still latched to his fingers for a moment before you pull off.

Then you kiss him and smile, “C’mon big guy, go ahead ‘nd cum f’me so you can fuck me properly.”

Oh he practically loses his sanity at that, body folding over and toward you as he rests his forehead on your shoulder and finally lets out that sexy moan he’s been keeping in.

You snicker as you jerk him off and you can feel his cock throbbing in your hand, the messy sounds of your fingers sliding along his thick shaft filling the air.

Toji tilts his head and his lips press against your skin but he doesn’t kiss you, just opens his mouth and pants, “M’so close, doll. Don’t stop, d-don’t you fuckin’ stop,” He groans against your neck, breath hot and body tense because of you.

You smile, “You’re so needy Toji…”

His teeth graze your neck for a moment as he nearly sinks them into your skin, “Don’t call me fucking needy.”

“But you are,” You voice out so sensually that it makes his head spin

Toji grunts and you swear you hear a different noise almost escape the back of his throat as your hand squeezes his cock. “M’gonna fuck the shit outta’ you after this,” He huffs, “Gonna make sure you can’t even-, aagh…. walk tomorrow.” He stammers out.

You move to whisper in his ear, “Mhm, I’m sure you will.”

“I’ll show you fuckin’ needy,” Toji utters through gritted teeth, your hand just jerking and jerking— his legs were starting to stiffen because of how good it felt.

“Stop talkin’ ‘nd cum f’me so you can fill me up,” You whisper teasingly.

Toji’s eyes roll back, “I’ll put a baby in you if you keep talkin’ like that.”

“Maybe I want you to,” You giggle.

Then your hand focuses on his leaking tip and he just couldn’t take it anymore, groaning at both your skillful hand and your teasing words before hot and thick ropes of cum are spurting out.

His hands ball into tight fists as he does so and he pants heavily beside you. And his groans were so loud, he was really worked up.

In one quick motion, he lifts his head from your shoulder and presses his lips into yours, “Fuckin’ love you,” Toji grunts into you.

And you’re smiling against him, “Mhm, love’ you too, ya’ big baby.”

Toji scoffs before pulling away from your lips, “Alright, call me a big baby one more time ‘nd see what happens.”

You stare at the man, noticing the slight smirk he has, “…But Toji… you are a big baby— never satisfied ‘til you get what you want.”

“Seems like you’ve got the roles here reversed, doll,” He huffs before pecking your lips one more time, “S’fine tho’, I’ll fix that soon enough.”

★ Choso Kamo

Coming home late to your needy boyfriend Choso is never a bad thing. If anything, you think you stay longer at work on purpose to tease the man.

When you get home wee hours into the night, all the lights in the apartment would be off, there'd be practically no sound throughout the place and you'd wonder if Choso was sleeping.

Of no surprise to you, he isn't when you make your way to the living room and see his legs spread as wide as ever as he watches some show playing on the large TV on the wall across the room from him. You'd carefully make your way around the couch and notice he's got his eyes shut and his head is rested slightly back on the couch.

How cute, he'd fallen asleep waiting for you. So what do you do as his loving girlfriend? Well, you move to straddle him and take a very comfortable seat in his lap, his entire body jolting awake at your presence.

The smell of your perfume would seep into his nose, the feeling of your thighs spread over his would make his body tense, and the way you'd wrap your arms around his neck as he woke up would have him letting out a sigh of relief.

"Hi Cho," You'd greet so lovingly, voice caressing his ear just before you plant a cute lil' kiss near it.

Choso's hands move on instinct, two large pairs of fingers grabbing onto each side of your waist. Then, before he even gets a second to say anything, you're tipping your head down to kiss him on the side of his neck like you always do.

He groans immediately and you feel his cock jump at the sudden kiss. Then he's gripping onto your waist tighter, "Missed' you baby..." Choso tells you in that deep voice of his, the sound making you shift against him.

Your kisses trail up and you find yourself right below his jaw, "Missed you too, Cho."

He inhales sharply as you then lick him before sucking on his skin a little, "Yeah?" Choso teases, sleepily dragging his hands down a bit and grabbing ahold of your hips before squeezing, "You stayed at work longer than normal..."

"I know, I know, m'sorry," You coo as you try to make up for it with the constant kisses to his neck.

And he's so sensitive too, squirming all over the damn place as you do so. You could feel his dick growing beneath you and the feeling encouraged you to get more comfortable in his lap.

Then you lift your face from his neck and meet those low brown eyes of his, "Heard me? I said I'm sorry Cho."

He stares at you for a long moment before cocking his head to the side, "Are you?" Choso asks.

You blink, "Of course I am!"

"Prove it t'me, baby," Choso requests, voice as deep as ever.

You could feel yourself twitching every time he spoke, the look in his eyes and faint touch on your body driving you crazy. "How do you want me to prove it to you Cho, hm?" You ask softly.

Just as his voice made you ache, your voice made the tip of his cock leak. He's lifting his hips up into yours without a second thought and he doesn't miss the way you gasp softly at his clothed cock pressing up into your cunt.

"Ride me," Choso says calmly, "If you're sorry, make it up t'me by makin' me cum."

You smile at the man, "That's it? Choso you're acting like I haven't made you cum without even touching you before..."

He scoffs slightly and leans back into the couch so lazily— a sleepy, but sexy smile spreading across his face as he does so. “You tied me up, that was different, baby.”

Tilting your head, you smile back at him, “Was it?”

“Mhm, ‘nd when I say ride me,” Choso’s hands slither down along your legs before finding a place on your thighs, “I mean jus’ like this.”

You just stare with wide confused eyes, “…What do you mean just like this?”

“Dry hump me,” He explains with a slick smirk on his face.

A pout pulls at your lower lips, “Like a damn teenager Cho? Why can’t we just-“

“Knew you weren’t sorry for stayin’ out later,” Choso huffs out as he turns his head to the side.

Again, you stare at him— trying to figure out if he’s being for real right now or if he’s just teasing. But, based on the aching cock you’re sitting on top of and the way Choso’s fingers are holding your thighs, you get the idea that he’s dead serious.

So, with a sigh, “Fine,” You tell him, earning a quick turn of his head to you.

Choso comforts himself a bit more, slouching back into the couch further and rolling his hips upward to get comfortable. Though, his little movement only causes his dick to press up into your cunt.

The layers in between you and him weren’t really helping how stupidly aroused you both were. With a soft sigh escaping from your lips, you start off slow— gently rocking your hips forward as if to test the waters a bit.

Your boyfriend, Choso, quickly lets out a huff. Nothing could beat that teasing sensation of your clothed cunt rubbing against his aching boner. His eyes lowered and despite a cute lil’ shade of red taking over his features, his fingers grip onto your thighs tightly.

“Yeahh, like that, baby,” He whispers.

You hum sweetly and lean forward, pressing your chest against his as you meet his low gaze, “This’ all you want?”

Choso nods carefully, licking his lips in almost slow motion as you just rock your hips back and forth in such a mesmerizing manner. You had such a good rhythm with your hips, perfectly rolling your cunt in small little circles over his cock and gasping every once in a while.

He soon let out a groan and tips his head back, “Just… keep-, mmgh, keep doin’ that.”

You smile at your all-too-sensitive boyfriend before leaning forward and connecting your lips to his neck, “Choso… Baby,” You whine,” Are you really gonna cum from this?”

He barely even nods at your words, hands slithering further up your body to grab ahold of your waist once more, “F-Feels like you’re actually— fuckin’ me,” His voice was husk already, deep but laced with the faintest whine just as you liked it.

“Yeah?” You utter tauntingly. Then you began bouncing slightly, rutting against his cock with more vigor as he humped up into you reflectively.

“Hahh…. Princess,” He whines, “S-Shit, I… I wanna fuck you.”

You lick a long and almost languid stripe up along his neck, stopping at his jaw and giggling, “So fuck me, Cho.”

All that’s let out from him is a groan before he’s flipping the two of you over, his much larger frame in between your legs as he stares down at you so very hungrily.

Then Choso’s drawing his hips back only a little before he presses down into your clothed pussy, the outline of his dripping cock nudging right in between your folds and making your eyes flutter for a moment.

Choso shakes his head at you, “Why’d you come home s’late?” He mumbles.

You let out the faintest moan as he works up a needy pace of humping his dick against you. “C-Choso-“

“Answer my question,” He breathes out as he leans his face down to your aroused expression, “Hm? Why’d you come home late? Y’know I missed you, right?”

You nod and he rolls his hips down into yours, cock mashing into your cunt and even grazing your clit, “H-Hahhh, I-I know Cho… I just-, mmh! Remember t-that promotion I told you about?”

He stares for a second before shrugging, “Yeah…”

“I needed to show… h-how serious I am about it,” You moan as you explain and your jaw goes a bit slack as he weighs his body down into yours a little and Choso grows a little rougher.

“Is a promotion more important than me?” He huffs out, whispering gently to you.

Your head shakes, “No, of course n-not-“

“I texted you, baby,” Choso cuts off, his face growing closer, “Told you I needed you.”

“Cho-“

“Needed your cunt on me,” He huffs out mindlessly, “Needed this, aagh…” His words are emphasized with a rougher thrust against you.

Your body jerks a bit and you have such a lewd expression on your face— almost as if you were getting fucked for real, “Choso,” You moan as he swipes a hand down and rubs over your clit through your clothes.

“I missed her,” He hums, “Missed’ how she talks to me…” All as he rolls that thumb of his over your clit and continues rutting his cock down against you, “You gonna cum f’me, baby?”

“M-Mhmm,” You whine as your hips lift into his movements.

Choso smiles a little, “C’mon then, give it t’me so I can fuck you for real.”

“Choso…” You murmur as his words go straight to your core, your body hot and aching for sweet release.

He nods and his eyes never once leave yours, “Uhuh, keep sayin’ my name.”

Your back begins to arch off of the couch and he grows faster with the way he humps his cock down into you, “Cho,” You whimper.

“Mhm, I’m right here baby,” He coos lovingly, “Act like I’m n’side you, cum just like you would on my cock, princess.”

And just like that, you were cumming, legs closing around your boyfriend as he watches your face and body twist up.

Then he starts kissing your neck and sucking on your skin possessively, “That’s my fuckin’ girl,” He whispers into you.

Then, once your body stills, he leans up and quickly pulls his shirt off, staring down at your wide glossy eyes. A heavy sigh leaves his lips as he drags his hands down and tugs on his drawstring.

“Ready t’see how much my cock missed you?” Choso teases as he tauntingly pulls on the waistband of his sweats.

You just nod, almost dumbly as you peer up at him, “Mhm.”

Then he’s smiling again, “Alright but, don’t start cryin’ when you can’t take it anymore, ‘kay?”

★ Nanami Kento

Okay, he’s literally the reason you come home late.

Because of course, working at the same company as your husband isn’t always the best idea. And yes, everyone knows Nanami hates working overtime.

But, when his pretty wife comes into his office after sending teasing messages for the past hour or so about getting home and taking a soothing bath together— Nanami finds himself straining through his clothes.

You’d walk in with that tight pencil skirt and lowly unbuttoned blouse, a way of dressing you know drives him insane.

Then there’s your voice caressing his ear as you walk around his desk and wrap your arms around his neck, whispering an oh-so-sweet, “Need any help in here, sir?” And you know what that honorific does to him when coming out of your mouth.

It all makes him shift in his seat, moving to lean over and rest his chin on his knuckles as he places his elbow on the armrest of his chair, “Yes but not with anything on this damn screen,” Nanami huffs.

You smile, knowing exactly what he means by that but deciding to play dumb anyway. Then you turn and press your lips into his cheek, “Awh,” You coo, glancing over to the neatly assorted paperwork on his desk, “Then, could it be that pile of work you need help with? It is almost time to go.”

Nanami sighs and lifts his head from his hand, turning to look at you whose eyes are busy elsewhere, “No, not that either,” He hums in that honeyed voice of his.

You turn to face him, your eyelids lowering as you find yourself a bit closer than anticipated, “Then what is it, Ken?” Your question comes off as innocent and you tilt your head.

His eyes narrow at you and he scans your expression momentarily. After which, his gaze meets yours, “You are so beautiful,” Your husband suddenly compliments.

And it never once fails to make your heart swell and a smile brightens up your face, “Thank you, hun,” You say before moving to peck his lips, “But where is this sudden sentiment coming from, hm?”

Nanami leans toward your face a little just as you pull your lips off of his and you find it so very endearing how clear it is what he wants from you. “I can’t compliment my wife?” He asks.

“You can.” Giggling, your hands retract from him as you stand up straight— watching how his expression sinks a little due to the loss of your touch, “But I’m just curious is all…”

Your head turns to that stack of paperwork again and you reach for the paper at the top of the pile, skimming over it as you do so.

Nanami watches, falling deeper in love with your every move and trying his best not to think with his cock and act on impulse— though he’d done it before, lord knows he wanted to bend you over his desk and-

“Ken, I thought we discussed this contract here,” You utter, breaking him from his lewd thoughts.

Nanami shakes his head and clears his throat. Then, he reaches a hand over and grabs a light hold of your free hand, trying to gain your attention, “We probably did but,” You turn and look at him as he lifts your hand to his face and lands a kiss across your knuckles, “Can we please discuss that later?”

You gaze at your husband for a long moment, finally noticing the bulge in his pants. “Oh. Is that what you need my help with?” You emphasize as you place the paper in your hand down and point to his crotch.

Nanami moves to intertwine his fingers with yours, “I know it’s unprofessional but, yes.”

You turn your body to face him and he tries to pull you closer but you don’t move. “Ken… if I handle that now we’ll be here longer than we’d like.”

He nods, “I’m aware.”

Frowning in disappointment at your impatient husband, you let off a sigh and push forward, stepping in between his legs. “I wasn’t aware I married such a needy man.” You tease as you draw your hand away from his.

Nanami quickly sits back in his seat, the chair creaking a bit as he does so. He’s got this almost pained look on his face, as if another second without you would kill him.

“Me? Needy?” Nanami huffs, clearly not aware of the look on his chiseled face.

You smile and begin to get down on your knees, the sight making his cock jump within his pants. “Yes, you.” You scoff, “Who else?”

Your husband parts his thighs further for you and smirks, “Between you and I, I am not the needy one in this relationship.”

You nod slowly as your fingers trail along his muscular thighs, the teasing movements causing his tip to drip so messily against his clothing. “So what do you call this then?” You utter, nodding your chin toward his erection.

Those delicate hands of your trail up to his belt and you begin to undo it so slowly that it pains him not to rush you. “You caused it,” Nanami argues.

You smirk, “That doesn’t answer my question, husband of mine.”

“Well, wife of mine, I don’t have time to answer questions right now,” He mocks, tipping his head to the side and watching you like a hawk as your hands finally near his cock, “M’Too hard to think straight.” He grunts.

And then finally, your hand is tugging his throbbing cock out, your eyes widening at the sight as if you hadn’t seen it a million times before. Nanami loves the way you admire him though, he just watches in awe at how your gaze travels along his thick and lengthy member, your mouth salivating in such a hungry way.

“C’mon, I don’t have all day…” Nanami rushes, to which you glance past his length and up at his face with a pout. “Oh don’t look at me like that, we’ve already been here five minutes past our working hours.”

You snicker and lean your face close to his cock just to push your lips to his weeping and flushed tip, “And whose fault is that?” You whisper before you kiss him.

He inhales sharp enough for you to hear, “Yours,” Nanami groans out to you.

Your lips move to wrap around the tip of his cock, tongue quickly swiping in between his slit and making the man shudder above you. Then, you pull your tongue away and look up at him again, “Mine, he says…” You hum to yourself before tilting your head.

Then you’re trailing kisses down the side of his dick until you get to the base, gently sucking on the underside of his cock where he’s sensitive and earning a deep groan that makes your cunt throb.

“…As if you’re not the one begging me to suck you off,” You huff out.

Nanami lands a heavy hand down on your head as you shift to drag your tongue upward along his length until you get to his pretty pink tip, swiveling your tongue around it and pulling off slightly to spit onto it.

“Oh don’t act like you didn’t want to do this,” Nanami argues back to you. Your gaze meets his and he stares at the way you open your mouth slowly, but… not to say something back to him.

Instead, your mouth is closing around his cock before he has time to process— yet another groan leaving his lips and echoing throughout his office. Inch by inch by inch, your mouth furthers down his dick with no problem.

Even as his cock enters your throat and your lips reach his base, you don’t gag or even choke. Nanami’s eyelashes fluttered at the tightness of your throat around him, trying not to groan too much despite it being hard not to when your mouth was so warm and wet around him.

“Fuuck,” He curses deeply, fingers curling into your hair, “I trained this throat well it seems…”

You whine against him and his body twitches. Slowly, you start to lift your head before you work up a pleasureful pace of bobbing your head— sucking on his cock all too well.

Nanami’s free hand grips onto the edge of his armrest as you go to work on him and his eyes begin to lift to his ceiling. Looking down at you with your mouth stuffed full of his cock would only lead him to cum too soon.

The wet sounds slipping from out your mouth as you sucked and licked on his dick filled the air, your eyes lowering as pleasing your husband like this only turned you on more than you already were. The two of you had been teasing one another all day.

Even from earlier that morning when Nanami woke you up by kissing at your neck so lovingly, whispering sweet nothings against your skin in that deep and sexy morning voice of his. He’s had you worked up since then so now, you’re sucking him off like you want him to pass out from it.

And he might because goddamn your mouth is like heaven around him. Your head bobs and twists, your throat opening up to take him in deep every time you push down, and a moan vibrates against him as his hand tugs at your hair every now and then.

Then there’s your tongue, slithering up and down and left and right, slicking against each vein in such a way that tells him you remember every single one.

“Oh fuck,” Nanami curses yet again, hips unconsciously bucking up into your mouth for more, “So good… Your mouth feels s’good on me, love.”

You give his cock one long and hard suck until you pull off with a loud pop, sticking your tongue out for a moment as you move a hand to jerk him off. “Yeah? Couldn’t wait til’ we got home, huh?” You tease.

He just shakes his head at you and watches through lidded eyes as you tap the tip of his fat cock on your tongue, smiling a little as you do so.

He pants, “Hahh… not when I have a perfect cocksleeve of a wife t’help me out…” Nanami says lowly.

And your face twists up at that, eyebrows pinching together slightly and pout pulling at your lower lip, “Ken…” You whisper, your hand tightening around his shaft as you give him quick pulls.

“M’sorry,” Nanami apologizes quickly, making you smile. “I-, aagh… I didn’t mean t-that….” He huffs out, clearly out of it as you jerk him off so perfectly, better than he ever could on his own.

You lean forward and purposefully suck on only his top, tongue lulling around it, in between his slit, pushing saliva out of your mouth and making it all the more messy before you pull him back into your mouth.

Then Nanami moans into the air, “Fuuck, n-no, I meant that…” He corrects, “You suck me off like a goddamn-“

You pull off for a second and smile, “Say it…”

“Whore,” Nanami grunts and you moan as you sink your mouth down onto him again, making his abs tense up beneath his shirt.

Your eyes gloss over as you take him all the way in, closing your throat around his cock and practically sucking the soul out of him. Then your hands sneak down and you cup his balls in your hand, feeling how some of the mixed saliva and precum has slipped down.

Nanami nearly kicks something as you do so, his head flying back as he moans out your name. The sound makes your pussy so unbelievably wet, eyes glancing up to get a good look at your husband who was so close to finishing in your mouth.

Then you see him take a shaky hand and tug at that bright yellow tie of his, yanking it loose and messily unbuttoning some of the buttons on his shirt so that he could breathe properly.

Not that that really helps him escape that damn mouth of yours. As you lift your mouth to breathe, both of your hands move to make up for it, your lips and tongue focusing on his tip all over again.

“Goddamn-,” Nanami’s breath hitches and his eyes begin to roll back, “Y-You’re gonna make me-,” He groans again as you slurp his tip into your mouth sloppily, hands twisting and tugging at his cock so damn deliciously that he actually does accidentally kick his desk in front of him.

There’s a thud that follows but neither of you pay any attention to it. You’re too busy making his head spin with that mouth of yours and Nanami’s trying not to-

Whatever the hell he was trying not to do, he does— abrupt and warm ropes of cum shooting into your mouth. Nanami’s body hunches forward as he does so, almost as if he were trying to escape your mouth for a second.

Your hands only move out of the way though, mouth sinking all the way down on his cock so that you don’t miss a single drop of him.

Nanami’s chanting your name lowly over and over as he cums, small little I love you’s and you’re so perfect’s flowing out his mouth as he does so.

Once he’s done and you finally pull your lips off of his cock, you’ve got a mouth full of cum and you purposefully don’t swallow yet. Looking up at your husband with wet eyelashes and batting them at him, you roll your tongue around in your mouth and show him what a mess he’s made in there.

Nanami practically chokes at the sight before averting his eyes, “Don’t do that…” He hums, “J-Just…. Swallow it.”

Your hands go to his knees and you push up a little to lean toward his face, forcing him to look at you. Then, his eyes fall on your mouth and he watches as you close it and gulp loudly, sticking out your tongue afterward for him with a cute ah sound following.

Nanami shakes his head at you and scoffs, “Nasty slut.” He degrades.

You flash him a smile, and lean up for a kiss, “You know you love me that way,” You murmur as your lips near his.

With a sigh and a roll of his eyes, he moves a, still shaky, hand to your jaw and tugs your face to his, “I do. I really do,” Nanami says before kissing you passionately despite his taste on your tongue.

After which, he pulls away and gazes deeply into your eyes. You reciprocate the stare and even smile at him again.

He grins, “Promise I’ll thank you for this properly when we get home.”

You nod, “You better.”

“Mh,” He hums before tilting his head, “Or I could lay you out on this desk and repay you now?”

Blinking, you shrug, “Up to you, Ken.”

He stares for a moment, licking his lips at the thought of being in between your legs. Then, he shakes his head, “Nope, I’ll make you wait ‘til we get home.”

Your eyes go wide, “But-“

Nanami chuckles, “That’s what you get for calling me needy.”

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𝑪𝑨𝑴𝑷𝑼𝑺 𝑭𝑹𝑬☆𝑲 !!

#SYNOPSIS— whoring around your college campus with the jjk men #CHARACTERS— toji, nanami, choso, itadori

★ LAB TECHNICIAN!TOJI

who you suck off as an apology for him to go through all that trouble to fix the broken incubator you messed up.

“You gotta—fuck, do better than this, doll,” the rugged male teased, hiding a groan beneath his breath as your throat tightened around the fat tip of his cock. “We wouldn’t want your name on this report, do we?”

The sounds that bounced from the walls were dirty to the core—a mix of wet squelches and muffled chokes. You were on your sore knees, spit-covered hands twisting around his veiny length that couldn’t quite fit into your mouth as you lapped over his sensitive slit with your tongue. He was all you could smell, the strong scent of his masculine essence drifting into your nose, making your head heavy and drawing a tingly pool of arousal between your sticky thighs. 

His large hands tightened around your head when you hollowed your cheeks, tears clinging onto your eyelashes as you drunkenly gazed up at him; absorbing the sight of him nearly melting from pleasure. “Keep sucking, pretty girl,” Toji inhaled through his teeth, his eyes closing shut into a frown as he threw his head back, his hips jutting towards you as the pressure building in his nerves neared its limits. 

You felt his tip twitch before he slammed your head all the way down to the base of his shaft, your body jumping from the shock and your jaw slacking from the fullness of his cock that stuffed your entire mouth. Your head remained still as the groaning male fucked his cock into your wet cavern, your throat gagging, tightening around his fat girth every time it touched the base of your throat. 

His groans turned to almost cries of pleasure as he forced himself deeper and harder into you, his balls slapping against your chin and your fingers reached between your aching legs, playing with yourself. You were nothing but a messy state of a toy, with drool dripping down your swollen lips and tears ruining your makeup with each sore gag of your muscles, pathetic digits rubbing your throbbing nerves. 

A moan gurgled up from your throat when a rupture of velvety cum filled your insides, spilling down to your chin and chest. “That’s it, take it like a good fucking girl,” your eyes rolled to the back of your head as his strong hands forced your nose against his pelvis, and you let out a soft groan when the thick whiff of his masculine scent hit your senses. His breath was hot and heavy against the crisp air as he moaned through his crashing orgasm, pulling your hair from the pressure as you tongue his throbbing sensitive tip.

You spat his thick semen onto the ground after Toji pulled himself out of your mouth, your eyes blinking into a rest as you tried to relax your sore jaw. And before you knew it, you’re pulled onto your feet, a look of unsatiated smirk lurking on his face. “Now, won’t you show me your other hole?”

★ PROFESSOR!NANAMI

who gives you a late personal class about the female anatomy when everyone has left the lecture hall.

The cold pad of his fingers rolled your hardened bud, and a mixture of humiliation and twisted arousal pervaded through your mind as you laid on top of his desk, thighs spread as he inspected your exposed sex. “—it’s surrounded with nerves, and extends to beneath the labia majora.”

His touches flutter down your to said part of your loin, and his eyes momentarily fell upon your face; drinking in the sight of your feverish visage, evident of the blood that cascaded through your vessels. 

“It’s…” Kento’s gaze remained on you, and you could almost see the carnal hunger prowling behind his glasses, his fingers working its ritualistic dance of heavy swipes on your puffy clit. “Very sensitive.” 

Your back arched as pleasure began to sneak up upon you, your lips pouting in frustration at his tease. “M-More,” 

“Use your words,” his words were like a harsh gash of rejection, denying you your path to greater pleasure just to hear you beg for him. 

“Touch me more, sir,” your breath was stuck at the top of your throat, throbbing cunt yearning for the fingers that traced the outline of your lips. You’re so fucking needy for him—slick arousal leaking out of your hole, crying for his touch to fill your wet cavern. “Please…”

“Hmm,” he smirked, thick digits stretching past your tight walls before stirring up your insides with every curl. Your hips rose into the air as he continued to taunt your dripping cunt, pressing against the gummy part of your wall and jumbling up your nerves. “What do you say now?”

“T-Thank you! Thank yo—hhngh!” your teeth were clenched and eyebrows shot upwards, feeling the jittery burn passing through your nerves and dancing at the edge of orgasm. His thumb rolled over your hardened clit, never once losing the momentum of his digits in and out of your squelching, needy cunt. “Nngh! Haa—”

Kento’s canines grazed against the flesh of his lip as he watched your features twist to the rising intensity in your belly. Your hands scrambled to grip the edge of the table as he felt your walls flutter, wet cunny gushing around his hand and juices squirting onto his wrist as your stomach tensed. “Good girl,” the low timber of his voice nearly made you purr as you breathed cool from your high. “Why don’t we move on to something more?”

★ NERD!CHOSO

who does your assignments for you in exchange for you to teach and guide him the ways to please a girl with your own body.

“T-There, good!” your grip tightened around his hair as you slightly pushed his head into your cunt, your hips rolling with your eyes sighed into a close. He’s quiet, observing the way your body jolts whenever he strokes the certain part of your wall, centralising his 

He’s slurping you up like a fucking feast, moaning through your pulsing cunt like a man on a week-long fast. The bridge of his nose rubbed against your hardened clit, stimulating your senses with the bumps and curves of his tongue.

“Nngh—ah! Choso, baby!” his face flushed red from the way you cried his name, nails sinking into his hair, gripping onto his scalp as you rode his face to your high. “Keep going, I’m c-close,” you breathily vocalised, your chest rising and dropping at a high frequency. 

He’s good. Perhaps better than you would ever imagine at something so lewd—cheeks hallowing to suck on your throbbing clit as his tongue flicked them over and over again. 

“S-Stop, Choso…! I’m do—annh!” you yelped when he continued to lap at your walls even after your orgasm, disregarding your pleas as he continued to overstimulate you with his licks. His big hands forced your thighs apart when you tried to squeeze them together with his head in between, your attempt futile to stop the butterflies from fluttering through your sore cunt.

He was suffocating himself in your weeping cavern, groaning and moaning with your glistening juices coating his lower face—addicted to the way your syrupy essence tasted on his tongue. Your toes curled as your consciousness burst through another dimension of pleasure, your puffy clit sore and cunny gushing all over the bed sheets. 

Choso peaked at your messy features from between your thighs, his sleepy eyes taking in the sight as he rubbed his hard-on against the bed before sinking down for another lap at your sweet juices. 

★ JOCK!ITADORI

who fucks the remaining adrenaline left after his game into your cunt in the locker room, the revelry outside from the crowd covering up the banging of the locker metal and your animalistic groans.

“Baby—haa, y’look s’pretty in—nngh, my medal,” Yuuji drunkenly muttered against your skin, the gold dangling on your neck hitting your marked chest with every brutal thrust of his into your cunt. 

“Y-You did s’good—aangh!” your nails dug into the skin of his shoulders, thighs numb from how hard he was fucking you. Yuuji had your legs wrapped around his waist, and your back banging against the locker door for the past 10 minutes—you knew your body would be sore but who cares when you’re gushing around his fat cock. 

“Mmnh—y’feel s’good, baby,” his sweaty body pressed against yours before he sloppily kissed your swollen lips again. “Y’so tight—haa, I can feel y’squeeze all over me.”

“F-Fuck, Yuuji! I’m close—haangh! D-Don’t stop!” you cried as you gripped onto his back for your dear life, the roaring orgasm that slowly crept up from your womb threatening to flush your sanity away with its current. 

“M’close too, baby. Wanna cum in y-you, please!” he pressed his heavy head against the cool locker metal, gritting his teeth and squeezing his eyes. He was so fucking near, and his thighs almost gave up to the tingly burn that made his muscles sore. 

“T’is f-fine, Yuuji. Y-You can cum in me—mmmh!” with a loud, guttural moan, Yuuji buried himself to the hilt inside your core, his body tensing as his seed painted your walls white. He doesn’t stop when his thick cum spurted out of your hole, even when you’re screaming his name from the raw burn as he continued to ram into your sloppy cunt. 

He’s got a good amount of pent energy in him, and a round of fucking wouldn’t amount to controlling himself. You’d have to have your legs broken off before he’s satisfied yet. 

[satorusprites]

⨯ pairing: gojo satoru x f!reader ⨯ themes: fluff, suggestive, smut, rom-com, slice of life, yearning, firsts, dating, satoru’s usual antics, proposals, marriage, mentions of pregnancy and babies, clingy and overbearing behavior, love at first sight, emotional and physical intimacy, implication of soulmates, happily ever afters — always. ⨯ important: works will not be completed in any particular order but are organized in a timeline. different variations of a headcanon may exist. more tags will be added as i go. smut is labelled using the “⊹” symbol. minors do not interact. art by @/momoya348 on twt/X.

loving satoru is a romantic series of moments and fragments in time that capture the journey of your relationship with gojo satoru — from the first time you meet, to all of the milestones you share together. it is a mix of your firsts, the little things you come to love and learn about one another, dates, proposals, your wedding day, and married life.

∗ dating

first date

marry me

a thousand lifetimes

man of the house

shades of you

a dream promised to me

anatomy

reverence ⊹

a place that’s ours

∗ engaged

your place (is on top of me)

all i need

∗ married

the things i do for the one i love

to beg and to barter

i would follow you to the ends of the world ⊹

© satoblue — do not feed to ai, copy, translate, repost or modify my works on any platform.

[satorusprites]

Pretty little baby

[satorusprites]

ꜱᴏᴜɴᴅᴄʜᴇᴄᴋ | indie band au

first gig: idle hands

ᴘʀᴇ-ꜱʜᴏᴡ ᴅᴇʙʀɪᴇꜰ: after a gig, you and satoru find yourselves alone in your shared hotel room, suguru’s absence hangs heavy | mdni, mutual masturbation | w/c: 1.9k song: 505 - arctic monkeys

ʟᴇᴀᴅ ᴘʟᴀʏᴇʀꜱ: satoru gojo x reader x suguru geto

ᴀʟʙᴜᴍ: ꜰɪʀꜱᴛ ɢɪɢ | ꜱᴇᴄᴏɴᴅ ɢɪɢ | ꜱᴇᴛʟɪꜱᴛ | AO3

You’ve shared hotel rooms dozens of times, this is normal. Playing in different towns means always booking in a place to sleep, rotating beds, swapping roommates. Satoru ends up next to you more often than not. It’s never been weird.

But still, the hotel room is too quiet. Not in a way that makes you uncomfortable, but in the way that feels… noticed. Like something’s missing.

You’re not sure why it gets to you. It’s not like anything’s wrong. Everyone else is where they’re supposed to be. Shoko and Utahime took the room across the hall, already giggling about stealing the shitty robes and raiding the minibar. Nanami and Haibara were down the corridor, probably asleep by now.

Suguru was supposed to be in this one with you and Satoru. But he didn’t show. No explanation. No text. Just an extra keycard untouched on the dresser and his absence spreading through the room like fog.

You tell yourself it doesn’t matter. But it does. It does, and you hate that it does.

Because when you love someone, that’s what it feels like. Like the room is a body without a heart. Like your limbs are here, but your pulse is somewhere else entirely.

You roll your head back against the headboard, sighing through your nose. The TV’s on low, the screen still casting lazy, coloured lights across the dark walls, but neither of you are watching. Your phone is still charging. Your skin is too warm. Your heart won’t shut the fuck up, and neither will your brain.

Satoru shifts beside you, long legs stretched over the blanket, one arm tucked behind his head. The sleeves of his hoodie are pushed up to the elbows. He hasn’t said much in the last few minutes, but that’s just him being comfortable.

His voice is low. “You good?”

You react too fast, nodding. “Yeah.”

A beat. You can feel him looking at you. “Liar.”

You scoff, halfhearted. “Fuck off.”

He laughs, but it’s quiet and warm, like he knows you better than you think he does. Which, unfortunately, he probably does.

You don’t move when his hand finds yours under the covers, pinkie brushing against yours, just a touch, a check-in. You stay still. Your pulse doesn’t.

He says your name like a sigh. “You wanna…?”

You don’t say yes. You don’t say no either. You just glance at the clock, almost 2 a.m. then curl your hand under the hem of your shirt, sliding it slowly down, under, until your fingertips brush cotton.

Your breath hitches.

Satoru lets out a sound, more exhale than moan, and shifts closer, resting his weight into the headboard like it’s routine. Because it kind of is now. This would be the third time that this happened, not exactly new, but not entirely familiar.

You feel the moment his hand dips beneath the waistband of his sweatpants. The movement is small. Almost invisible. But the rhythm of it, the stutter of his breathing, the way the air in the room tightens just slightly, it gives him away.

And then it’s just you, him, hands in your own pants, shared silence, shaky breathing. And the maddening thump of your heartbeat in your ears.

“Slow.” He murmurs, not looking at you. “Start slow.”

You nod, swallowing hard. Your fingers tremble as you slip lower, past the waistband of your underwear, skin against fabric, heat already there. It’s not like the first time, and despite the ‘practice’ as Satoru called it, you still weren’t exactly good at this, not the way other girls probably were. Not the way Suguru’s girls probably were.

You’re still unsure. Still clumsy. Still so fucking embarrassed.

Your breath stutters when your fingertips press in. The wet sound that comes with it makes you freeze–  God. You didn’t think it’d be so loud. It’s not, probably, but in the silence, in this room with him, it feels unbearable.

You pause, pulling back, shifting your thighs closer together like maybe you can make the sound go away.

Satoru turns his head slightly, voice soft. “Hey.” His eyes flicker down to where your hand is frozen. “Don’t get shy now. You’re doing good.”

You shake your head, cheeks hot. “It’s just– fuck, it’s gross.”

“It’s not.” He says so simply, so immediately, like it doesn’t even cross his mind to let you believe otherwise. “That’s what you want. That’s how you know it’s good.”

Your throat tightens. You look away. Try again. Slower this time.

And when you slip a finger back over your clit, there’s a sharp little rush behind your eyes. Your breath catches mid-exhale.

Satoru hums low beside you, jaw slack, eyelids fluttering. “Yeah. Drag it up like that. Keep rubbing.”

You don’t answer, but you listen.

Your other hand curls into the sheets. Your hips rock, barely, just enough to help the friction, and when your finger catches at the right angle, you suck in a breath so hard it stings.

“Fuck.” You whisper.

“Mmmh.” He shifts again, pulling his knees up slightly, movements stuttering under the blanket. His hand’s still working in lazy strokes. You can tell he’s listening to you, making sure his breathing is in sync with yours.

“You wanna ride Suguru’s fingers like this, huh?” He asks, casual and cruel in a way that you’re pretty sure he has no idea he’s doing. Just honest. “Hips rolling real slow, real hard…”

Your stomach folds in on itself, teeth catching your bottom lip, sucking slightly from the flicker of sensation his words cause. You’re wetter now, which makes everything louder. You don’t know why it turns you on when he talks to you like that.

You don’t answer him. You don’t know how.

“You’re lucky I’m teaching you.” He shifts even closer until his shoulder presses onto yours. Voice lower. “It’ll help out when you finally fuck him.”

Your mouth opens, to deny it, to tell him that you don’t ever think that will happen, but no sound comes out. Only the sounds of your breathing, more desperate now. The tips of your fingers are aching. The heat is unbearable.

“Faster.” He says. “You close?”

You nod, and the motion is too slow, too heavy for how quickly your pulse is hammering behind your ribs. Like your body is trying to match his voice, to obey it, even when your thoughts are scattered, stuttering, barely hanging on.

You rub tighter. Press harder. Your hips twitch, legs tense, thighs fighting the urge to close around your hand. You can feel everything now. Each wet drag of your fingers. Each breath that stutters from your throat. Each obscene, slick sound that fills the space between you, echoing so fucking loud against the quiet of the room, the soft rustling of Satoru’s sweatpants, the rise and fall of his chest.

You screw your eyes closed. It’s easier that way.

“I– Satoru–” You breathe, voice cracking halfway through. It sounds so raw. It makes you cringe how much of you slips out with it. “It’s– fuck, it’s too–”

“Shhh,” He cuts in with a gentle coo. His hand moves under the blanket. You can hear it now, the rhythm of him, sharp, wet, practiced. You think you’ll die if you look at him. “You’re doing good. Just keep going.”

You feel like you're going to shatter. Your hand’s cramping. Your neck’s hot. Your thighs are shaking under the blanket but you can’t stop.

You rub tighter, a little messier now, slipping lower without meaning to– fuck, fuck, there it is, and your hips jerk, back arching half off the headboard. A choked sound slips out before you can bury it. Your other hand flies to your mouth, heat flushing to your face.

“Shiiitt.” Satoru says, voice hoarse and close to your ear. “Shit shit.”

You can’t look at him. You just can’t. His shoulder is still against yours. His thigh, too, shifting slightly back and fourth onto your own as he moves. His breaths are heavy, fucked out. He’s getting off to this. To you. To the way you squirm and shake, trying so hard not to make a mess of yourself.

“You’re close.” He murmurs. “I can hear it.”

Your face burns so much, it almost stings.

“God, you’re so wet.” He groans under his breath, almost to himself. “You don’t even know how hot you sound.”

You’re not really listening to him, his words flying over your head. There’s only need. You think maybe if you press down just a little harder, if you keep this rhythm, this pressure, you might just–

And then you hear it, the quietest little hitch in his throat, the soft choke of his breath as his movements go sloppy. Your eyes open, glancing to the side without thinking.

His head’s thrown back, throat exposed to the ceiling. The white stands of his hair cling to his temples, sweat shining along his adam’s apple, glinting on his collarbone. His lips parted, panting heavily, hand tight under the waistband, jerking fast.

He looks wrecked. Something primal and low curls in your belly like hunger.

Your fingers pick up speed.

“Just like that.” He whispers, words slurring together in a high. “Yeeeessss, just like that. You gonna come, baby?”

Your soul leaves.

The word lands hard in your chest. Baby. It didn’t sound the same as every time he always says it, not like a tease or a nickname, but low and fucked-out, like he didn’t even mean to say it. Like it just slipped. He doesn’t even notice.

You bite the inside of your cheek and grind your palm harder against yourself, feeling the pressure build as your thighs begin to tremble. Your eyes are squeeze shut again so tightly that your vision pulses behind your eyelids.

“…Satoru” You whimper.

“I know, I know.” He hisses through gritted teeth. “Shit, me too.”

Your cunt clenches around your fingers, pulsing wildly, and your lower stomach’s locked up so tight you can barely breathe. You’re about to come. You can feel it, tight, heavy, fuck– right there–

You force your hand to go still, chest rising and falling like you’d just run a sprint.

It’s unbearable, the throbbing, the stinging ache that begged for a relief that was so close.

Satoru grunts, jerking once under the waistband of his sweats before dragging his hand out fast, like he’s afraid he might not be able to stop himself if he waits another second. His palm comes out shiny.

You turn your gaze away from it. There’s a wet slicking cling to your fingers when you pull them out of your pants. It makes a noise, a quiet squelch and your stomach coils again.

Satoru reaches over and grabs the box of tissues on the bedside next to him then offers it to you. You take a few, cleaning your sticky hand, before crumpling the paper into your fist. He scrubs his own hand too, then lets his head fall back against the pillow with a soft thunk. There’s a slight shade of red to the tips of his ears.

That was a thing you two did. You never finished, otherwise you’d make a mess in your clothes.

You shift slightly away, putting a few inches of space between the two of you. You miss the heat of his arm against your immediately, but you don’t say anything else. He doesn’t either. You both just lay there, breathing slowly going back to normal.

You absently pick out a thread from the sleeve of your shirt ad mind quietly wonders to where Suguru could right now. Your chest feels a little too tight, missing him. Still, when Satoru’s breathing eventually evens out beside you, you manage to close your eyes and find some rest.

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Just as an update: WHO LET ME READ THIS???? BC I AM SOBBINGGGGGGGGG

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FEELING FROGGY? LEAP!

───✦ FROG!TOJI X READER

♡ summary: he may not be some prince charming, but toji was determined to show you there are other ways to reach a happy ending.

♡ wc: 7k

♡ content warnings: fem! camgirl! reader, frog! toji, teasing (unintentionally), filming, brief mentions of starving (he is trying to switch back by starving himself), crèàmpies, toy usage, brief mentions of murder, jealousy, manhandling, running from it, choking, toji has a big d, fìngering, rough sex, tummy bulges, r is squeamish, overstim, petnames, praise, unprotected, multiple rounds, possessive elements, reverse cowgirl, backshōts, size difference, spánking, hair pulling, sqúriting, body worship, pwp, p slapping.

♡ a/n: apothecary diaries mention (empire one too lwk)

He was going to kill that bitch who put him in this predicament and then he was going to get you for actually thinking he was a frog and keeping him as your pet.

Unfortunately, Toji was transformed into a frog after fighting a sorcerer with a weird technique. They are no longer with us, but that's besides the point. Although the sorcerer is gone, he is going to kill the person who hired him for not telling him about that “small” technique. However, he will do that after collecting his check.

The biggest issue preventing him from getting his revenge was you, after finding him on your windowsill you collected him as a real frog. Coddling him, giving him food to eat, and making sure he didn't take a foot outside.

Those aren't even bad, if anything he could bask in the attention and free housing but unknowingly you have a terrible habit of teasing him.

He was so particularly frustrated both mentally and sexually.

It's torture, coming in from shopping or whatever you do outside, you undress at the door tossing your clothing into the hamper. Parading around the house in just your panties and bra or if he was lucky you would at least wear a shirt. Although it was a small relief, the shirt was thin as hell and you never wore a bra under so he could still see whatever was “hidden” underneath.

At night however was where his sanity was tested, in your bedroom he could hear the sounds of you streaming. At first, it sounds like those regular ones he saw on social media a few times until they would quickly shift into whatever perverted fantasy you wanted to reenact with your viewers. Even in his new form, his senses weren't dulled. He could hear each thrust, moan, and notification you got. Every few minutes you read one out letting the compliment go to your ego, thanking them, and teasing them on through the screen.

He has never seen you stream, fortunately, Toji doesn't think he would stay sane if he had to sit there and watch you get off. Perverts behind the screen begging to touch you or what they wanted to do to you didn't even compare to what he was thinking. Other than what he would do to the person who hired him, he made a promise to get you back for all the shit you were putting him through. With interest of course.

The issue was, Toji just had to figure out how the hell he was going to get out, or if he could. He tried starving himself to see if dying as a frog would transform him back, however realizing Toji’s suicidal mission you rushed him to the vet for a shot. Now you watched him eat, sitting in front of his terrarium. Occasionally you would eat with him, probably thinking it would make him feel better. In a way it did, he hasn't eaten with another person in years. It was a nice change but it would be infinitely better if he were in his human form.

“Jinshi? I'm home!” you cheered coming through the door with a bag from PetSmart, perhaps it was because he was a frog but the food wasn't half bad. Jinshi wasn't even his name but after seeing him you declared it instantly. He would much prefer to hear you screaming his actual name instead but he can work with this, for now. “I got you some more food, I hate touching it but if it's for you…” You pulled your face away from looking inside the bag.

“I was gone for so long, the cashier and I were talking, honestly kind of cute but I have a feeling he might recognize me.” you rambled, pulling out one of the bags full of bloodworms, with a heavily gloved hand and a big pair of tweezers you plucked a few out and dropped them in his habitat. Swiftly closing the bag tightly and putting the rest up into containers, you screamed loudly when one of them escaped.

“C’mon! Ugh, okay…” You tried hyping yourself up to pick up the worm off the ground. Even at its pace, you were somehow slower than it to capture it. If he were able to, he would've picked it up by now, maybe scare you with it, but still pick it up way faster than the 10 minutes it took you to. “Jinshi! I did it, did you see that?!” You were so happy that you even petted him a little bit from inside the terrarium.

He couldn't wait to get his hands on you. He was tempted to hop out and climb onto your hand knowing you would back out in fear, and finally make his grand escape. However, if he did do that, it wouldn't make his life easier. Then he would have to find somewhere else to live and it's not like he can do anything in the form he has taken now. Settling he gave you a ribbet as a reward for your bravery.

He would have to postpone your introduction to his cursed worm, if you would even see it. You can barely handle the small ones, this was closer to your size, you might pass out on the spot. You haven't gone screaming about ghosts, so he doubts it.

“Aww Jinshi, my sweet baby. I'm so happy I found you,” you said fondly, being extra gentle with his skin, even kissing the outside of the tank. Almost by instinct, he went to kiss it back but he couldn't so he stuck his tongue out and outlined the pink glossy imprint. It was the closest he was going to get to “kissing” you so he was going to take the opportunity.

Based on your insistent squealing, the act seemed to please you. What he didn't expect was tears to start falling from your pretty eyes, they were fat, coming down in laughter as you stretched your arms out to hug the tank.

“What would I do without you, Jinshi?” thoroughly happy you went into your room to begin your nightly escapades. Usually starting setup around sunset and continuing later in the night. He has never seen you go to work or even do something remote so he assumed you made a good amount from streaming.

“Hey guys, did you miss me? I surely missed you!” you greeted saying hello to the early birds. It was usually the same people, after a while he recognised some names but he didn't bother remembering them. “Digimonmaster66, thank you for the 5,000 coins!” Toji didn't know how much that was in real currency but the prick always started with that amount for every stream. Considering how happy you sounded when that notification came through, it had to be a substantial amount.

You usually spent the first 30 minutes or so talking to them about your day, sometimes mentioning that you had a frog. Today however you went into immense detail about Toji or “Jinshi” and how he just made you so happy. “He is so big for a frog-yes, I did name him after that!”

That was news to him, he didn't even know there was someone who inspired his new name. He remembers when you first saw him, completely and utterly terrified but then after a few glances that turned into long stares you opened your window. He only hopped in to see your reaction but instead of the fear he was sort of looking for, your eyes brightened up and closed the window behind him, effectively trapping the frog in your home.

He doesn't know what was going through your mind to keep a frog as a pet when you were scared of everything. Your trust in him was officially set when he ate a spider that found its way into your home, something in his mind was telling him to eat it. So he did not expect it to taste as good as it did. In that moment as he swallowed it you named him on the spot. “Jinshi, you saved me! I thought I would need to call my neighbor again,” you claimed, putting on your keys and coat, and placing him in a wet container, taking him to a pet store to get him things to get started with in his new home.

“Mmh you guys are so smart, just for that I think I'll get you guys a reward.” Your pitch was slower, a little more sexy as you thought of rewards for them. The real one who needed a reward was Toji, who would do you so much better than those twerps jacking off at the sight of your cleavage. They only got to see it when you turned the cameras on but him, but he got to see it every day. Just for him as you sat next to him by the window twirling a bit of your hair.

He has memorized almost every single pair of undergarments you owned, there were probably a few you weren't wearing out in your rotation but got to see them nonetheless.

“I have just the idea, brb.” you giggled, he could hear the rustling of clothing and zippers. By the time you were done, he could hear the vague sound of latex, maybe rubber? Whatever it was, it was squeaky. Hopping onto the bed you turned back on the cameras. “I saw this being requested in my inbox so much that I had to put it on to show you. I wasn't going to stream today but I got too excited.” he wants to see, shouldn't he get a reward too? Toji’s jealousy towards the audience only grew at each sweet moan he wished he could capture with his own lips, gasping as you described wanting to fondle their chests and show them ‘how good they were’ to you.

“Aww CursedCK thank you for the 6,000 coins, you see how happy you're making us.” You moaned, the nasty wet squelching he could only guess was you fingering yourself. The pace was slow, agonizingly slow, Toji would go faster. Piston his fingers so deep inside preparing you for his cock, watching you come undone beneath him. Make you scream louder than anyone else could, show you he is the only one to make you feel that way.

“You see how ready I am for you, I'm aching,” you whined, the bed rocking against the wall for a moment. There was silence for a bit until you let out a loud moan. “Mmhm, I couldn't wait any longer. You deserve it.” you giggled, the notifications went crazy one after another, barely milliseconds apart. That seemed to turn you on even more, whatever you were fucking yourself on was moving at a rapid speed, chasing your orgasm along with your audience.

“Fuck- so good, I'm so close.” Your voice was airy and light almost like you were asking. “Yes, yes! I want you inside, filling me till I can't go on anymore.” With a scream, you came. For most, the stream would end but today you were in a good mood, riding out the rest of your release, he could hear the sound of you pulling out what was inside. Catching your breath you thanked your viewers for helping you.

“40,000 coins, that's a lot. Thank you so much. I think I might cum again if I keep looking at it.” Considering you're the same person who almost cried when you saw Toji climbing the tank to escape, he thinks you just might. When he leaves he will need to look up the conversions, if it's good enough to make you nut then he might need to switch professions.

“Don't worry, I have something else for you.” Shutting off the cameras you walked into the living room, you dragged a large machine into your bedroom struggling just a bit to get off the ground. Muttering that you didn't want to scratch the floors. Toji could have sworn his brain short-circuited a little, you were wearing a leather set, similar to a dominatrix. Long black thigh-high boots and gloves even had the bunny mask sitting on top of your head. When you bent over for the machine he could see the slightest sliver of a jeweled plug in your ass.

Could it really get worse than this? Hearing you get off on a fucking machine, or what he assumes based on the sound and your comments about finally getting fucked from behind after so long. It was insufferable to listen to. Even worse that he couldn't see and everyone else could.

“I-I think we broke a record today, I feel a bit numb.” You were still catching your breath, the comments were getting spammed so those who wanted to get noticed would opt for sending coins instead. “Thank you DigimonMaster66 for being my top gifter today, I can't wait to show you how you've made me.” saying your final goodbyes closing the stream accepting the last few coins.

When you walked out of the room your legs were slick with fluids, Toji wanted to stick his tongue out and clean up the mess you made. If it weren't for this dreaded form.

As always you wore an old shirt with some panties, different from the leather lingerie set. They were still nice, more put on for comfort than to show off. “Jinshi? I thought you were asleep, baby?” Noticing he was still awake you made your way over to a bottle of water and vitamins in your hands. “I'm starting to think you have insomnia…Maybe I should get you checked out again?” Your voice was laced with concern rubbing on the tank like you were caressing his face. He would play nice for now, the veterinarian was a whole new hell unto itself.

“I'm not very tired myself, let's watch a movie, ‘kay.” You smiled plopping down on the couch as you scrolled through some of the movies. You gasped at one of the selections clicking on it immediately, “This used to be my favorite!” hurriedly clicking play the introduction scene started.

Toji didn't watch movies so as the animation played he wasn't familiar. If anything he was more interested in the plot, kissing a frog to break the curse. He didn't even think of that as an option to break out of this body. As ridiculous as it sounded he was tempted to test the theory.

All he needed to do was wait for his plan to be set in motion.

“Look Jinshi, isn't that so romantic? I was Tiana for 3 years straight for Halloween, maybe I can do it again this year. You can be my Naveen!” you giggled watching the marriage scene unfold.

“Ribbet.”

“I can even get you an outfit if they have that for frogs, would you like that?”

“Ribbet.”

“Okay, I'll stop talking.” The excitement was already boiling as you continued to watch the end of the movie, and by the last 10 minutes, you were out like a light. Snoring lightly on the cushions, the television playing similar movies.

The following days went by as usual but instead of streaming every other night like you would before now you were going out. Coming back hungover or not coming back at all. It was a stark difference from how you were previously, it's not like you were neglecting him, his food came on the regular, and his habitat was cleaned routinely. However, he couldn't help but feel like something was going on.

His suspicions were confirmed when you left earlier in the day dressing up all pretty even curling your hair and leaving out. You mentioned something about “this one might work out,” before leaving but he didn't quite know the context. The lock turned, but there wasn't one voice like usual, rather there were two. Yours he recognised but the other was unfamiliar, a man's voice for sure, his face however, was a little, but he couldn't remember where.

“Mmh- at least wait till we get inside,” you laughed, pulling him down to kiss you further. The man gripped you closer, feeling on your ass molding the fat within his fingers. You yelped as he lifted you from the ground, laying your body on the empty dining room table. He was sure to take his shoes off but they were scattered and not neatly put like the rest. How impatient.

As much as he wanted to, he couldn't take his eyes off the sight. It was unbearable but when else would he get to see you like this, it only became too much when you started moaning the other man's name. “Jeremiah,” you whined so sweetly.

No way you fucking a guy named Jeremiah. Was this your type, medium men who can't even hold you up for more than a minute? He couldn't watch this anymore, actually, he never wanted to see it again unless it was him enjoying the way your lips moved to say his name.

“Ribbet!” It was a lot louder than any of the other ones he had ever given you. It grabbed your attention immediately, your head snapping in his direction.

“Jinshi I'm sorry, I'll be quiet, okay?” you smiled, it was a little lopsided but with Toji’s presence now aware by the couple. You led Jeremiah to your bedroom. When he thought it couldn't get any worse, it did. Insanely so. Jeremiah lasted a total of 2 minutes and 2 seconds, before tapping out. No foreplay, rubbed your clit a little bit, before shoving his dick in. When he finally pulled out, he offered to cum on your stomach but you immediately declined.

If your streams were anything to go off of you were loud, you like to talk. But now you were quiet giving him a few noises, adjacent to sighs. It was a sad listen, you seemed so excited to. Toji could do you so much better. Watching the guy leave high and proud irked the fuck out of Toji— he remembered his face just in case he needed to add him to his shit list when he got out. It was the most pathetic fuck he's ever seen (heard).

Once you shut the door behind the guy making sure it was loud enough to send a message you hurried back to your room and gave yourself what you needed. Fucking yourself on a vibrator, it seemed to do the job. Orgasming within a few minutes, not loud but a lot louder than you were with Jeremiah.

Your mood for the morning after was shitty at best. A scowl was left on your face and you had a straight attitude. Feeding him a few bugs not even flinching when one tried to crawl out, even though they knew not to fuck with you right now. “We are never going to that PetSmart again.” Then it clicked, that's where Toji recognised him. The cashier there, his face was so plain no wonder it didn't ring a bell.

It was pitiable watching you mope around the apartment even wearing shorts, they must have really pissed you off. One thing he also noticed is that when you were done feeding him you didn't close the lip all the way leaving a small gap that he could escape out of.

Making your way back into your room playing a show on your surround sounds probably just letting it become background noise he could hear the slightest sound of you snoring. As much as it sucks to make his grand escape while you were grieving your crush, he had things he needed to do. Yours would be temporary, his condition however may become permanent if he doesn't do something about it.

It was easy getting out, his feet and hands easily gripped onto the glass as he climbed out. It felt weird being out of the cage for so long, it was freeing. This would be his first time coming this far into the home, sneaking under the door into your room where you slept. Approaching your body you had drool spilling out in the corner of your mouth, even ditched the shorts. He had to make this quick if it failed then he was fucked.

Landing on your chin, he brought his mouth to your sleeping one, not much he could really expect to touch lips. He stood there for a minute or so, but nothing happened. He didn't feel any different, no magical sparkles transforming him. Nothing.

He fell on your lower face, and he would be stuck like this. It was hopeless, he would need to get used to listening to you talking about getting fucked or getting fucked for the rest of his life. At least it was free, not a dime coming out of his account- his account. He still didn't get paid, that asshat is running amok thinking Toji let him off scotch free with a free hit.

He was so fucked.

He laughed to himself thinking about how he got himself here. At least it felt nice being skin to skin with you finally, he hates being so slimy all the time, now he got some air to dry up. He was just going to lie there until you realised and would take him back to the tank, maybe you would bring him into your room at some point. Until you started groaning, and struggling underneath him.

“Get off, you're heavy,” you grumbled, still half asleep. Toji obeyed, moving over onto the other side, his body weight making the bed bounce a bit on his side. Wait, body weight! Snapping up, Toji looked at his hands, flesh, veins, and actual fingers. It worked! Quickly grabbing clothing from your drawers, everything being way too small but he couldn't walk out bare naked, he would find himself in a different kind of jail. He really didn't feel like dealing with cops right now either.

The moonlight graced his skin in its glow, and he felt renewed. He was a man on a mission, first, he needed to pay a visit to that geezer who hired him in the first place.

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10 days

Jinshi has been gone for 10 days now. You've tried searching everywhere for him, but nothing. You were heartbroken, you thought you were finally getting somewhere with him. He was hostile the first few weeks but he eventually started letting you touch him. Now he is gone, maybe forever.

You still kept his food, in hopes he would come back eventually but then you hated having to look at it. All it reminded you of was Jinshi. You could only hope he was doing good, finding happiness elsewhere if it wasn't with you. You hadn't streamed since he left, the vibe just wasn't right and to be honest, you were getting quite bored with your current content. Scrolling through your emails you saw brand offers and product testing but a certain email caught your eye. Another creator was offering to partner with you on each other's streams.

You hadn't thought about having someone else on stream with you, perhaps that's what you needed. The streamer wasn't exactly your type, he reminded you of Jeremiah, fucking bitch. Just thinking about him made you mad, he hyped himself up only to do that shit to you. You thought it was cute how he watched your streams, but it became too much when that was all he talked about. Couldn't even fuck you right. A tried and true, two-pump chump.

It had been even quieter without Jinshi, although he was very quiet, his presence filled the empty space of your large penthouse. It got lonely sometimes, with no one else to talk to you decided perhaps it was time to say hello to your awaiting viewers.

Setting up you only wore a simple tank top and some shorts, nothing dressed up. They want you to take it off anyway, not that you were mad. Going naked in your apartment was normal, you only wore a shirt sometimes because you felt bad for Jinshi having to watch you naked. The stream started up, your regulars coming in fast. Streaming fed your ego graciously making you feel less lonely than you were.

“Hey, did you miss me? Oh, thank you DigimonMaster66 for the 5,000 coins." Some comments were asking how you were doing other more graphic things about wanting you to take your clothes off. “You always know how to make my day!” The guy was a whale spending almost 8 thousand dollars per stream and that doesn't even include private tips and chats. The most was 15 thousand and that was a few months ago when you cosplayed as his favorite digimon on stream. He was truly your favorite, others tried topping him but no one could.

“Oh, welcome SSKiller0T, oh…oh my gosh. Thank you!” Your mood was instantly improved when you received the 20,000 coins, someone knows how to enter a stream. Today you didn't plan on doing anything, just talking, viewers who have seen you before understood, others maybe not.

“Actually I am pretty sad. Jinshi, my frog, ran away. I am just so upset. We were doing so well, and even worse this guy I was talking to couldn't satisfy me.” You were leaning way into this bit, being dramatic enough for your viewers to feel bad. If they were still going to jerk off, you might as well give them a voice to do it with. “You ruined me for everyone else, now I can only get off with you.” That rubbed your viewers the right way because the gifts were coming in, even getting a notification that someone brought an item off your wishlist. If you were going to grieve the loss of your pet then at least you could profit off of it, maybe use it to hire a team to find him.

“SSKiller0T, you're really going in it today. Who knows, if you do good I might add you to my sweethearts list." He was constantly donating, making his presence known. Even your top-gifter was noticing and was trying to “up” him in tips. Who were you to stop friendly competition, all it was doing was filling your pockets.

You let them battle it out while you spoke to your other viewers, asking about them and what they would like to see. Knowing it would most likely be the next stream. All of it was clique stuff, they usually said this stuff. “Actually I was thinking of starting an OnlyFans, so then you guys could see me and not miss a stream. I will still stream but it's good for people who are in a different time zone or working hard for me.” It was just a suggestion but the comments seemed to enjoy the idea immensely. Flooding your comments with yeses.

“Okay then sounds like a deal then, I'll let you go now. I have work to do!” Waving goodbye you need the stream quickly. As expected DigimonMaster66 was your top-gifted but only by 1 coin. How petty. However, the newcomer came a close second. They were 10,000 coins away from breaking your 70,000 coin record. Not too shabby for someone who has joined your stream for the first time. Hopefully, he would be back in the next stream.

Getting to work you spent the next few days filming content for your new OnlyFans. Most of it would be uploaded so you wanted at least a week's worth of content for the page. It felt different not filming in front of an audience, hopefully, they would like the change.

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You really missed Jinshi, out of habit you would let your presence be known when coming home but there was no one else with you anymore. “Jinshi I'm home!” you said in vain. Sometimes you hoped to see him where you found him on your windowsill. Unfortunately for you, there was a weirdo following you outside the shop, you noticed him in the store following you out. You picked up your pace debating calling an Uber but you didn't want this freak following you. Staying in the busier streets hoping that would deter him but he came up to tap your shoulder.

You yelped in fear, your hand instinctively reaching for the pepper spray. “It's you, I knew you looked familiar but it really is you!” The man looked at you with a relieved look on his face as he grabbed you by the shoulders. Pulling the spray out of your bag you had it almost out till a man came up behind him pulling him away from you.

“Watch the fuck out, loser.” The man was much bigger than the guy who approached you. Pushing him out of the way, he looked between you and the staring passersby he ran away in the opposite direction. “You alright?” your mysterious savior asked, bringing his attention to you.

You nodded, thanking him profusely for helping you. Although you planned on peppering the fuck out of the asshole either method worked. At least one saves you a trip to the police station. He was hot, like really hot. Offering to walk you back home you accepted letting the handsome stranger walk with you home.

Other than his pretty face he wasn't a half bad talker either, listening to you rant about anything. It was nice, and reminded you of your sweet Jinshi. The scar on the corner of his lip garnered your attention making you wonder what could have happened. It was a little sexy, made you wonder what it would feel like on your lips.

His presence was comforting and familiar even though you had never met him before. You're sure you would remember him if you'd met before. When he laughed at your jokes your face would heat up, the arm he had on the small of your back didn't help much either.

At your apartment you expected him to leave at the entrance but he followed you upstairs, maybe you should have stopped him but at your door, you shyly kissed him on the corner of his mouth where his scar was at. You didn't want your interaction to end here. Something about him made you want to invite him in, even if he was a stranger you'd never met before.

No risk, no reward, right?

“You're so tight, baby, no one's treating you like you should, are they?” he cooed fingers curled up inside your walls. Leading him into your apartment you expected him to get straight to business for a quick fuck but after spending so much time running his mouth up and down your body he was being patient.

You shook your head, your back arching off of the bed as the pads of his fingers pressed into the g-spot. Once finding it he didn't leave it alone, pistoning his fingers inside of you at a delicious speed. His palm is flat against your clit making you closer and closer. Bringing his mouth to your nipple, twirling his tongue around the bud. “Doing so good, don't cum just yet,” he ordered taking as much of your tit into his mouth. You nodded a little out of it, all you needed was to cum.

Rolling your hips to meet his fingers, he smelled good. If he is this good at fingering you couldn't wait to get him inside of you, put Jeremiah to shame with his sorry ass. Changing your position he brought you to his lap, your body facing the already set up camera. You don't remember leaving it there, hopefully your guest didn't mind.

“Password?”

“What?” You focused your eyes on his hands opening your laptop, opening it right to your streaming page. “How-” you yelped as his fingers hit that sweet spot again. He repeated himself again, sucking hickies on your neck. Naturally, you rocked your ass against his hard cock, the imprint was big. You wanted it inside.

“I thought you missed me? Don't want to show your viewers your sweet frog anymore?” Like ice dumped on your head, you froze up, snapping your head behind you towards him. He had a smug grin on his face, the scar following his lips.

“What a-are you talking about?” trying to form coherent sentences but it just felt so good. He went on to describe things you only told to the frog going into graphic detail about your daily life, how you talked to him, and how terrible your last hookup went. It was ridiculous, the man with his fingers 6 inches deep inside of you was your pet, your frog that ran away. “That makes no sense.”

“Don't worry about it, we have all the time in the world for that baby,” he said, kissing your cheek, like you were under a trance you shakily typed in your password. The page opened to your dashboard. Navigating to set up for streaming, your camera was connected making it easier to click play. “You read my mind, good job.” he rewarded you by letting you ride up that high you were chasing. Walls clutching around his digits as you came.

“Say hi,” still intoxicated from your orgasm you wave lazily to the camera. The comments were flooded especially with the abrupt stream. Spreading his fingers toward the camera gooey clear fluids coating them, he sucked them dry groaning at the taste.

You exceeded his expectations greatly, all the times he imagined what you would taste like didn't compare to this. It was addictive. It was almost worth being stuck as a frog for a month and a half. Almost worth watching sorry losers jerk off to what they wish they could have. He simply wanted to show them what they would never have. You cried when his hand came down to lightly slap your pussy bringing your attention back to him, the gifts were already coming in. The loud chimes are adding to your arousal.

“You see how wet she got, soaking my pants.” There was a large dark spot where your cunt leaked, the comments were crazy asking for a close-up or begging to edge you. “No, no, she needs to be filled up.” He shook his head, lifting your body so that he could take off his sweatpants. Nodding you pressed a finger to your hole a string of clear fluid followed. Holding you up the tip kissed your clit as he rubbed it across. He was soaking his cock with your lips, you whined each time he missed the entrance dragging out each action.

“Fill me up, please.”

“Toji,” he whispered in your ear, the head of his cock slamming into you. You gasped for air holding onto whatever to keep you grounded. It did take long for him to bottom out. His arms were still holding you up, keeping you from getting all of him. Giving just enough time to adjust he lifted you up thrusting back inside. His calloused finger rubbed your clit making the filthy squelching in the room even louder.

It was too much, drool was starting to fall from your mouth. Unable to close your mouth to be quiet, if your neighbors didn't hear you before they were definitely hearing you now. Tears threatened to spill from your eyes, each thrust he would go deep till you could see the faint bulge of his cock poking through your stomach.

“You see that, all me right there,” you screamed when his palm pressed down on it as he continued fucking you dumb. Whatever he did to turn back you wished he had done it earlier, all this time with him and you were missing out on dick like this.

Feeling that familiar coil grow in your core, you kissed Toji's chin, which was soft. Hickies started to bloom in the places you sucked at, leaving your own mark on him. Who knows if he runs away again?

Shattering your body leaned forward your toes curling inwards. “S-slow down.” You bit your lip, his pace didn't slow chasing his own orgasm. You tried to push back but his stronghold on you prevented you from doing so.

“Where ya’ want it?” he gripped your thighs, drawing sweet moans from your throat. His voice was low and raspy, pulling you further into him.

“You did say you needed to fill me up,” you tried holding on feeling another orgasm coming on. “Don't go back on your word.” he let out a low grunt one arm taking both of your legs to hold you up. Grabbing you by the cheeks squishing them roughly, forcing you to look into your laptop and the scene.

You almost forgot about your audience, drowning out the notifications too distracted by Toji.

Slamming you down on his cock he moaned loudly into your neck his seed painting your walls white. Twitching you hadn't even realized you came, the sheets below you thoroughly soaked in your release. Even the laptop screen was wet.

Lifting your head up making you look straight into the camera. Seed leaking onto the sheets, and your eyes rolled in the back of your head. “Sorry ass Jeremiah and Digi- whatever the fuck his corny ass name is, wish they had you like this,” he growled stuffing his cock impossibly deeper.

“You do, you do Toji,” you yelped, looking toward the laptop at him, that alone was making him get hard again.

“That's right.” he grinned, biting your neck, there was a red mark, any harder it would've drawn blood. It hurt like a bitch but somehow you didn't mind it. Even after insulting your top gifter, a tip came in from DigimonMaster66. “You don't remember your manners now?”

“Thank you, D-DigimonMaster66!”

“That's my girl, now bend over, gotta make up for all those times you teased me.”

Roughly pushing your head into the mattress with an oof, not one did his cock leave your insides. Sucking him back in each time his hips even threatened to leave you. In your bliss, you didn't hear him say something to you earning a hard slap on the ass.

His hand left a red handprint on your left ass cheek, burning substantially. “You like that?”

Slap!

“Don't just nod, let me hear you.”

“Yes,” you choked out your hands reaching for the edge of the bed for balance. The sheet was starting to come off, not giving you much grip on it. “I love it!”

Rubbing his hand up your spine, feeling each ridge. Toji pulled out, cock wet in your mixed fluids, he rubbed it against your ass smearing the liquids. Your hole clenched around nothing, the loss of his dick making you whine. Arching your back deeper, looking back at him, he was admiring his work. Marveling at your wrecked hole.

“Take a picture, it'll last longer-” pulling you by the hair, so your face was in frame. He was too tall so it only showed his traps and below. Thrusting back into you, not giving you a chance to breathe. His thrusts were hard, the skin to skin echoing throughout the room. The force rocked your body forward.

“Fuckin- attitude.” Letting your hair go you tried pulling back from his hips but he grabbed your neck. Similar to a warning his hand only sat that daring you, ‘run from it and watch what happens.’ Tears threatened to spill from your eyes, it was all so much. You would have never thought Toji would be so rough in bed, maybe it was your punishment for bringing another man over. To be fair you thought he was just a really cute frog, not a really hot guy who happened to be turned into a frog.

“Smart ass mouth of yours, suck.” Opening your mouth wide he stuck two on his fingers in your mouth. Mimicking how you would around his cock you took them as deep as he would allow. He groaned, throwing his head slightly back as you moaned around his digits. “Eyes up, princess.”

Looking back at the camera, you were sure you looked a mess, much different than how you started earlier. Tear-stained cheeks, running mascara, hair messy from his rough handling, and lip-bitten lips. Your audience was loving it though, probably the most wrecked they have ever seen you. “Oh- don't stop, yes there, oh my god.” You cried his fingers releasing from your mouth to let you breathe. His balls slapping at your clit, was the perfect combination to your euphoria.

His grip on your throat tightened, restricting some of your airway, and your eyes were starting to roll back no matter how much you tried to keep your eyes on the camera. It was too good, you felt like you were losing your mind.

Your body jerked instinctively pulling away from cock when you came, it earned you a slap on the ass making you cum even harder. “T-toji, too much,” you begged in choked sobs. Your pussy was becoming numb and the constant stimulation was overwhelming.

“I'm almost there, hold on just a bit longer,” he said sweetly, removing his hand from your throat to your hips. His controlled thrusts turned erratic as he chased his orgasm, you were definitely going to have bruises by the morning but they would be so worth it.

With a loud groan, he came inside you. He stayed inside for a moment before pulling out, cum dripping out of your hole. You shivered at the sensation, your knees were starting to give out so you lay flat on your stomach.

Rubbing on the globes of your ass, you could feel Toji getting hard, again?! What the hell is with his stamina? Still catching your breath you turned over a bit to look at him, ugh he was so sexy.

“Give me a minute,” your refractory period wasn't that long but you still needed a moment to get feeling back in your lower half.

“Take your time, like I said we have all the time in the world.”

♡ gojopied ©2025 do not copy, edit, plagiarize, put into AI, repost, or translate any of my work.

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(one of those) crazy girls

baby, are we over now?

synopsis: you thought you were retired from being the kind of obsessive girlfriend who was convinced her boyfriend was cheating on her. until you started dating a man the rest of the world seemed to want. but when you try to break things off before they can go bad, Nanami reminds you that you aren't the only possessive partner in this relationship.

pairing: bf!Nanami x insecure!Reader

content: mdni, smut and angst, fem reader, mentions previous bad breakups and being cheated on, established (toxic) relationship, self-sabotaging, heavy jealousy, possessiveness, picking fights, discussions of breaking up, unprotected piv sex, makeup sex, light spanking, breath play, light choking, emotional hurt/comfort, creampie

art is by @/enjin13 + divider by @/crynlynnluv

"Do you wanna fuck her?"

Nanami didn't even flinch. Just brought his glass up to his lips and took a long, slow sip.

"Do you want to fuck our waitress?" You reiterated, a calm challenge, tilting your head to the side with clinical precision, to an angle that said you already knew the answer to the question you were asking.

"No," he stoically answered, not a single strand of blond hair out of place, mouth not even twitching or tugging down when he set his glass back down.

"She wants to fuck you," you pointed out, nodding back to where she was shamelessly staring at your boyfriend and giggling with her coworkers behind the bar.

You knew how it'd go. She'd slide him the receipt (with her number scrawled under the bottom) and he'd tell you he'd toss it (but you'd find it in his wallet instead of the trash can). Then you'd call him out and he'd call you crazy just for you to find out a few months from now he'd given her a different kind of tip.

It wouldn't be your first time getting cheated on. And still, you'd never felt nearly as insecure as you did after you started dating Nanami.

You'd met him at a local bakery. He was in line in front of you - and turned around to offer to buy your sandwich too. Blunt. Direct. Asking for your number to set up a date afterwards. Truthfully, it hadn't been that long since you'd been dumped by the last guy that brought another woman into his bed, but Nanami was new. Attractive enough you figured he'd help you get over your exes if you were busy being underneath him. You made a cheesy joke, pointing to the baguette in his hand and winking when you noted the faint color dusting his cheek. You were still pretending to be cool then.

But one date turned into two and then four, and suddenly he was getting flowers delivered to your apartment and calling you his girlfriend even after your mask slipped and you started accusing him of love bombing you - for doing the bare minimum.

He was the kind of guy people stopped and stared at, clean-cut and nicely-dressed, the one your friends warned you to lock down soon and strangers said called marriage material. But he was still a man.

And men traded girls like you in all the time.

Why the hell was he interested in you anyway?

The sex was good, sure, but you weren't special. You'd seen the glances you got whenever you were out together. The pitying ones that screamed he could do better and the ones that felt sorry for you like they just knew you were something temporary.

"And?" Nanami exhaled, and you felt a familiar sting of panic. One that pricked your heart and reminded you how much it hurt to hold onto him when you knew it'd end.

"I think we should break up."

Five months wasn't very long. And anyway, it wasn't like you exchanged anything serious or sappy. It was cleaner this way. Cutting it off before he could cheat, while all your bills were still separate and you were both living on your own. Clearing your conscious of him. He could go fuck the waitress in the parking lot for all you cared.

It definitely wouldn't hurt at all. And you certainly wouldn't go back to curl up in your bed and cry.

(You would.)

Nanami dabbed the corner of his mouth with a napkin, blinking long and slow before slowly placing it down and folding his hands across the table.

"No," he repeated.

Your lips had already parted, ready to say you were glad he could be amicable about it before you paused and processed what he actually said. "I'm sorry, no?"

"I don't think we should break up," he casually said, flagging the waitress over with a veiny hand up in the air. All the tendons and muscles twitching as he effortlessly caught her attention. His jaw was locked, holding his tongue until she scampered over. "I need the check."

"Is it separate?" She asked, all faux innocence and long lashes.

You started to say yes, figuring fifteen bucks for lunch would be worth not fighting with him. You could call a cab or a friend to give you a ride back home. But he glared - shot a cold enough look that she phsycially recoiled.

"Together," he curtly corrected her. She took out the check from her book, sliding it too close, pretty nails clicking against the table as she recovered her composure.

"What a good friend you are," she purred, and Nanami scowled.

"Boyfriend," he clarified, and you were tempted to say not anymore. To let her know he could be all hers.

She frowned. Turning on her heels and walking away as he took his wallet out of his pockets to take out enough cash to cover the bill and toss it on top.

You wondered what kind of tip he left.

"I'm just going to call someone to get me," you muttered, hooking your purse over your shoulder and starting to stand.

You didn't make it four steps before he was following, his hand on the small of your back following you towards the double doors. The pressure of his palm was supposed to be reassuring, but you wanted to slip away. Shrug off his affection and shove it towards someone who wouldn't be bothered by every smile he received.

"I don't want to fuck the waitress," he murmured under his breath once you were past the threshold and out on the sidewalk.

"So who do you want to fuck?" You snapped at him. You couldn't help it. A list of names had already popped up in your head. The sales associate whose hands lingered on his shoulder? The girl at his gym who asked if he'd be her personal trainer? His coworker who always ended her messages to him with Xs and Os?

"You," he huffed.

It wasn't his fault he was so fucking attractive.

But it wasn't yours that you were uncomfortable fighting a million other women (and sometimes men) for an ounce of his affection.

"Sure," you dryly said.

You kept your head forward, walking just ahead of him and starting to pull your phone out of your purse before you bumped into someone and nearly dropped both.

Nanami caught them, the weight of his hand disappearing on your back just for a new set of fingers to grab your forearm and steady you.

"Sorry about that," a warm voice apologized, and you recognized it. You'd seen enough videos that Nanami had been tagged in to know who it was, glancing up at one of his coworkers. Gojo. You half-wished you met him first. He was the kind of pretty boy that'd buy you breakfast the morning after and block your number two days later. None of the messy emotional entanglement Nanami came with. "You must be Nanamin's girlfriend."

"Actually, we just-"

"She is," Nanami interrupted, sliding your purse up on his elbow over his rolled-up sleeves and putting his arm around your waist.

You grinded your molars, throwing an annoyed look over at the blond man by your side, the spot he occupied that you shouldn't have let him.

That he, for some fucking reason, wouldn't leave.

"I heard a lot about you, sweetheart," Gojo purred, and your pulse spiked.

"Bad things?"

He laughed, thinking you were joking, oblivious to just how serious you were. You frowned at him, eyes narrowed as you tried to assess if that was a yes or a no.

"He didn't mention how hot you were," he chuckled, whistling and giving you a long look over.

"Shut up, Gojo," Nanami gritted his teeth. "My girlfriend and I were just leaving."

"What? It's not like I asked for her number," Gojo defensively groaned, but then he winked at you not at all discreetly and Nanami was pulling you away before you could ask for his.

"So I'm not hot?" You grumbled under your breath.

"I never said that. I just don't discuss my private life with him," Nanami brusquely replied, clearly bristling. From you breaking up with him? Or from someone else showing the slightest interest in you?

You laughed. It slipped out. A guy you dated a couple years ago had said almost the same thing. That he didn't tell his friends about you because he didn't want your relationship to be public.

That secrets made everything more special.

You were sick of it. Sick of feeling that you had no right to stand next to him or that he'd stuck himself to a sinking ship.

"You think he's still back there? Maybe I could ask him for a ride," you dryly teased him, about to glance over your shoulder to check before he made a disgusted sound.

"Don't make me hit him."

He made it to his car, opening up the passenger side door like he was waiting for you to get in.

"Nanami," you started, but he held up his other hand to stop you from saying his last name like that.

"I'm not letting you break up with me just because a waitress can't respect boundaries," he spoke firmly, enunciating each word clearly like it would change anything.

"It's not just that," you muttered, glancing down the busy street. People were still glancing at him. They always did.

"Let's talk about it at home," he requested, his voice softening, just enough to make you melt, to second-guess your resolve when he reached out and placed a warm hand over your own.

"Yours or mine?" You begrudgingly asked, hating yourself for leaning in when he bent down to press a kiss on your forehead.

Loathing the fact that fifteen minutes later, you were awkwardly standing a foot away from him on the elevator ride up to his apartment. Five minutes after that, he was hanging up your purse for you, setting your heels neatly on his shoe rack and leaving a casual peck on your shoulder as he stood back up.

"I'm not leaving you," he murmured, brushing his fingers over the spot his lips had just been. "So stop trying to leave me."

"You say that but-"

"I'm not like the boys you've been with before," he retorted. You were tempted to scoff. Any asshole could say that. It didn't make it true.

He couldn't predict the future any more than you could. How could he say he wouldn't cheat?

You'd confided in him once. Wished you hadn't the next morning. But the moment had been comfy you guessed, sleepy and cozy in his sheets, your head resting on his warm chest and your bare bodies connected, still damp with slick and sweat as you came back down.

Traced your fingers over his muscles and murmured a thank you that hung in the air. He asked. He always did - pressed the questions you avoided. You were just tired enough to tell him about the disaster you called a love life. All the boys who broke your heart and buried themselves in other women the second you let your shields down.

That was why you couldn't stay. He'd seen too much of you. If he was the one you caught with his cock out, you didn't think there would be enough super glue to piece your shattered heart back together.

You didn't say anything, staring at the ground like it'd speak for you.

Nanami tilted your chin up to meet his eyes. They were warm. Heavy-lidded and hazel, seeing through you without you having to state the obvious.

You were scared.

"Suppose you're gonna make me show you," he murmured.

His bedroom was only a handful of steps away after all.

But he made it feel like a mile, dragging out every kiss he delivered to your lips. He still tasted like tea. Comforting and clean, washing away all the words you said with his tongue past your teeth.

Murmuring mine between breaths on the outside of your mouth, as if kissing you was the only thing that mattered.

His hands worked fast, groping and squeezing and tracing your outline as if you were worthy of his worship. Twisting you around so he could slip off your dress, discarding your bra before you could suck in a breath at the chill of his air conditioning. His sturdy fingers sank into your soft tits, squeezing as his mouth latched onto your throat, teeth nipping at your skin so hard you wondered if he'd leave little indents there. Cock pressed against your back, throbbing and ready to watch you unravel.

He pushed your face down against the cool blankets. A hand on the back of your neck. Another on your ass, rubbing it softly before bringing down a rough smack!

"Think you're not mine? That this isn't all I need?" He haughtily asked, letting out a sharp exhale before his hand came back down for another spank.

You gasped, already panting as he flipped you around to the front. Missionary or a mating press, you supposed, whatever would satisfy the intimacy he was searching for in you.

Maybe if he met you a few years ago - maybe if you weren't the kind of pessimist who pouted at every compliment and convinced yourself it was all pretend.

He only slowed down to peel off your panties, spreading your thighs apart just to see how damp you were for him.

"Pretty girl," he muttered. "All this for me."

Nanami hummed, approving your small nod of agreement. He didn't hurry to take off his own clothes, enjoying you splayed out and staring while he stripped. Carefully laying out his clothes on the armchair by his bookshelf, dropping his belt with a clink on top before he was on top again.

His fingers wrapped around your throat while his other hand guided his cock against your entrance.

His cock drove in fast and deep, the lewd squelch of him bottoming out in one harsh thrust, claiming you as his in case your body had forgotten it too. You could feel every ridge, no condom to separate you from him, to offer any kind of protection or barrier between you. Just raw need.

Nanami's grip on your throat got tighter, squeezing just enough to make your head fuzzy, the heat in your stomach turn from a flickering flame into a fire.

Hungry kisses and bruising hickies, muscles trembling as your thighs wrapped around his sturdy waist. Nails scratching down his shoulder blades, digging into his skin to leave scratches. But you were still thinking of that stupid waitress with her perfect manicure, imagining what kind of marks she would've left down his back.

"No," he scoffed into your mouth, picking up on some little tell, maybe your nose scrunching or some frown line, interrupting your spiraling. "Stop thinking."

"H-How do you know-"

"I know you," he grunted, grinding against that soft little spongy spot in the back that he made you squirm and shift under his weight. "And I love you anyway."

No. He didn't. There was no-

His hips slammed back down into you hard enough to cut off your protest.

Was this love?

You used to think you knew what the word meant. But you were always wrong.

"Look at me," he murmured, fingers squeezing as you dragged your eyes from the firm clench of his jaw up to his intense stare. It burned with promises you were scared he'd break and even more terrified he'd keep.

"Say you don't mean it," you swallowed hard, lashes fluttering as his free thumb slipped between your bodies to roll over your clit.

He was drawing letters there. Ones you felt in your heart and on your skin.

I-L-O-V-E-Y-O-U.

"You know I do."

The worst part was you did.

He left a kiss on the corner of your lips, like you could feel anything except for the pressure building in your core and his cock between your thighs.

Nanami fucked you faster. Not sloppy, never sloppy. But his typical restraint had disappeared, drowning in you the way you were drowning in him. Clenching around the thick ridges and throbbing veins of his cock with each swipe of his finger over your swollen bud, practically feeling him in your guts with each thrust.

"Come on, you can let go," he murmured, soft when his hips were so fucking hard against your skin. Quiet where the filthy sounds of his cock making a mess in your cunt were loud.

His thumb rubbed back over your clit, and you were coming undone, moaning his name while he reassured you through it. You clung to his shoulders, clinging to him even though you'd sworn to yourself you wouldn't this time.

But the truth was you wanted him just as bad as everyone else.

He finished inside you with a low grunt, the kind that reverberated through your body and burned its way into your brain. Cum leaking it's way down even with his cock plugging you up.

"You drive me fucking crazy," he groaned, half-collapsing on top of you with a tired sigh.

"You like it," you dreamily exhaled back, another accusation instead of an apology.

He chuckled, the tension finally dropping from his shoulders.

Chest squishing your cheek while you tried to wiggle away, but his hands moved to catch your wrists, holding them firm above your head. Like he was just a really heavy weighted blanket soothing your stress away.

"Ken," You whined, breathless as he grunted, cock still twitching inside you.

"Still want to break up with me, baby?" Baby used to sound condescending when it came from him. But it was kind of comforting now, as if it really did carry his adoration in two simple syllables.

You hesitated, pouting as you shelved the idea.

"No," you begrudgingly admitted.

He exhaled, relieved or reassured. He released you, shifting so you were looking up in his eyes. And maybe there was just the slightest bit of love there you could detect.

"Promise you don't want to fuck Gojo either?"

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WARNING: bonded pair, Do Not Separate!!!

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Toji doesn’t know if he deserves to live like this.

And at some point in his life, there was sunshine bursting at the seams of the clouds— leaving the Zenin clan, the first taste of freedom hopping place to place, the laughter of his deceased wife that rings through his ears every so often like a wind chime now, the way she used to coo to Megumi to get him to sleep, the few times Megumi would smile at the sound of his voice, his small hand clutching Toji’s finger. the simple humming while doing early morning chores till Toji would come and interrupt them. Wrapping his arms around her waist and squeezing as if it would be the last time which made her giggle.

And then there’s the rain, pure, unforgiving downpour.

The endless abuse, the endless days that would fade into each other from being beaten to a pulp but somehow making it out then doing it all over again. The days he’d wish for his mother’s eyes to lay on him with softer eyes till the day she died, The act of learning to live for himself for once, and then loosing the reason to continue his life normally— when his wife lost her life only a month after his son was born. And then there’s are the endless gaps of time he’d forgotten.

Megumi’s first time trying real food, and him learning to babble, his first steps, his favorite stuffed animal— Toji doesn’t remember it. Doesn’t remember most of the “odd jobs” hes taken on from Shiu, if he’s declined any, the one night stands, the nights or mid afternoons spent around drunkards eating or betting— it’s all faded together. A blank space of Toji existing without really living.

And then the sun came out— really shined on him for the first time in his life. His green eyes opening, you were yelling at him, of all things. It’s not your first interaction, Toji doesn’t remember that, but he remembers you finding a way to be a constant. You yelling at him like you cared. You. You were the Sun, unforgiving on some days, annoying as hell on others, yet still ever bright and beautiful— a godly figure in your own right. You came and conquered, made him feel rich. Late nights eating whatever you two coukd whip up in the kitchen, endless conversation till sunrise, yanking him and Megumi to some amusement park and having the time of your life, kisses in a photobooth while covering Megumi’s eyes, meeting your friends and family, the times he’d come home and you were curled up in his hoodie.

And through it all, Toji wonders how long any of this will last and if any of this is worth it? If he can keep you and Megumi happy? If he can make you guys happy? How long until the universe finds a way to separate him from you? To punish him for all the mess he’s caused? How long till he forgets himself within the chaos of his mind—

“Toji?” You cut through it all with the sound of your voice. His eyes find yours, you give him a confused look. It’s all there, right there standing in the entryway of his home. You, glorious as ever, your 5 month old baby on your hip, with Megumi’s clinging to your thighs like he always does, ready for your picnic in the park that he promised to.

“You alright?”

He grunts, getting up from the couch— he doesn’t have any of the answers. But for now, he’ll bathe in this feeling, the love that makes shivers up his spine, that makes him scared to lose you three, that feels bigger than anything hes ever felt before— ruffle Megumi’s hair till he’s swatting his hand away, kiss the baby’s head, then your soft lips.

“Just fine mama, just fine.”

a/n: because I couldn’t stop listening to pools by Samia. Going on about how Toji chronically forgets.

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“This is my girlfriend,” Satoru introduces you and your name to Suguru, rubbing his large palm into the side of your waist affectionately.

A look of shock overthrows Suguru’s expression. But it morphs back into soft coolness quick enough that you almost doubt you saw it right.

“Hi, it’s so nice to meet one of Satoru’s friends.” You smile at Suguru, jutting out your hand.

Suguru shakes your hand politely and a soft smile climbs on his lips as his gaze flicks down your body and then up to Satoru before landing back on you.

“Ah, I wouldn’t say friend,” Suguru huffs playfully, “Haven’t seen him since college.”

“Work is busy,” Satoru shrugs, raising his arm to wrap around your shoulders. His arm weight pulls you down a bit but you don’t mind.

“So, how long have you been together?”

“Um— about a year.” You smile and nod at him. Satoru hums happily before pressing a kiss to your cheek. Suguru can tell you’re a shy, sweet little thing, putting a weak hand to Satoru’s chest and resisting futilely as he peppers your face with kisses in front of all of these people.

“Yo, Gojo!”

Satoru is suddenly pulled away by one of his old friends to compete and see how many shots they can take back to back, and since he hasn’t seen these people in a bit, you smile and push him to go have fun.

You’re left with Suguru. You sip your drink and shift your stance a bit as he subtly takes in your overall appearance.

You clear your throat. “So, did Satoru date around a lot back in college? I wouldn’t be surprised.” You’re jesting, cutely, trying to break the ice and the nervous tension between you and Satoru’s friend.

Suguru chuckles. “Ahh, not really.”

You eye him from over your cup as you take a drink. “Is that why you seemed so surprised that he’s with me?” It’s said in a lighthearted tone but you’re clearly curious.

“Oh, I’m sorry— I didn’t mean to offend you or anything.” Suguru is being nothing but genuine and you can tell.

“But.. ?” You’re leading him into the rest of what he isn’t saying.

“There’s no but,” Suguru denies softly and then shrugs, “You’re just not the type I was expecting.”

You’re clearly offended, a bit hurt right off the bat and Suguru can immediately see that.

“Oh god, no, no,” Suguru quickly backtracks with a sympathetic look, “I didn’t mean that you aren’t attractive, you are. In fact, you’re more my type than what I expected his to be.”

You blink at him owlishly and brush your hair behind your ear. “Oh. What kind of girl was Satoru into during college?” You chuckle, airily, but you can’t fool him or yourself. You’re invested.

Suguru huffs into his drink, a jump to his brows as if you’ve said something ironic.

“The type with balls.”

Your eyes widen and you’re almost in disbelief of what he’s claiming. “You— oh. You’re saying Satoru was with men?”

He nods and watches you with slight amusement. Satoru must have kept this from you for some reason.

You blink down at the ground, a slight pang of jealousy slides through your chest. Satoru never mentioned this. You were under the impression that he had told you every past partner and relationship he’s had, like you’ve told him. It’s not a good feeling to feel as though this man you’ve never met before knows more about your boyfriend than you do.

“Ah— I’m sorry,” Suguru says, clearly feeling bad that he said anything at all since it seems you’re feeling hurt, “I really didn’t mean to bother you or mess with your relationship—”

You brush off his concerns and interrupt him. “No, no. It’s okay. Um—” you clear your throat, “like a lot of men?”

Bless your heart, Suguru can tell why Satoru is enthralled by you. You’re a sweet thing, clearly committed to the guy, even when he has obviously been keeping things from you.

Suguru grimaces a bit, not because of you, but because of what he’s about to say.

“I,” he laughs and scratches the back of his head, “I think I’m the only one. I could be wrong.”

Your jaw just drops but before you can ask the millions of questions you are itching to ask Satoru’s apparent ex something, intoxicated Satoru comes bursting back with a wide smile, shoving a shot into your hands while he slams his lips into yours.

“Hey baby, take this shot,” he preens into your lips, “You need to catch up.”

You chuckle awkwardly and take down the shot with a sweet smile for your boyfriend who has no idea you’ve been told that he’s been keeping something from you.

The next day. 4:07pm.

You’re pouting. Satoru can tell something is wrong. You’ve been giving him that sad cat look since this morning that screams, ‘my owner hit me and I can’t decide whether I’m mad or sad.’

“You wanna get take out? That mochi place is open,” Satoru offers, rolling on his side to grab at you and pull you into his arms to spoon.

The book you’re reading doesn’t leave the space right in front of your face as he cuddles your backside.

You shrug and hum briefly, as if you don’t care.

Satoru wraps his arms deeply around your middle, squeezes, and shoves his face into the side of yours while his brows furrow. “And then we can make love all night with a belly full of mochi, hmm?”

You don’t even spare a glance. Another shrug. Now he knows for sure, something happened.

His head raises and he looks down at you. “Hey, c’mon, what’s going on?”

You mumble incoherently but he can make out that you’ve said, ‘nothing.’

“Did I go too hard last night? Did I do something?” He asks with concern, thumbs rubbing into the skin of your sides where he’s wrapped around your midsection. He has blips of blanks in his memory from last night, mixing alcohol is never a good idea.

You exhale a puff of air and drop your book down, a small pout permanently taking home on your face.

“Suguru was nice,” you mumble as your eyes stare forward at nothing in particular.

You’re speaking in riddles, not a good sign. He squints and maneuvers your body so you’re on your back and he’s leaning on his forearm beside you so he can eye you properly.

“Suguru? Did he hit on you?”

You cross your arms stubbornly. “He did say I was his type.”

Satoru’s face turns into a look of discontent. “I knew he’d try something on you. I’m sorry, baby. Did he make you uncomfortable?”

You basically ignore his words, watching him suspiciously. “Matter of fact, he said I’m more his type than I am yours.”

He looks taken aback and confused. “He’s just being stupid, trying to see if he can get with you.” He pauses and blinks at your expression and overall aura. “Wait— Are you mad at me, right now?

“I don’t know, am I?”

“Baby,” Satoru grabs onto the side of your head to hold your attention, “Talk to me.”

You sigh and sit up, criss crossed. He slowly meets you there, sitting across from you, carefully.

“Did you and Suguru used to date?”

Satoru’s brows jolt up and he blinks in genuine surprise.

“Me and Suguru? No, are you serious? That’s what he told you?” He huffs in disbelief.

“Okay, then, you guys used to fuck? In college?”

Satoru blinks for a beat with his lips parted. “I— Okay, yeah, yes. But we never dated, that’s ridiculous.”

Your face explodes into disbelief and you abruptly stand up, pushing his hand away when he tried to grab at you.

“Oh my god, I knew it. Why did you keep that from me?” You’re clearly upset and Satoru moves his way to the edge of the bed on his knees to face you as you stand.

“Keep it from y— Wait, wait that’s a bit of an exaggeration—”

You shake your head and start pacing, ignoring him.

“Do you know how stupid I felt? Asking your ex— or fuck buddy or— whatever— about you? About my own boyfriend? Things that I should already know after a whole year of dating?”

Satoru cringes in sympathy. “Fuck, I didn’t think—”

“No, you didnt,” you confirm, interrupting him. Your steps come to a stop in front of him. “I mean, god! You introduced me and let me talk to him all nice and polite like he hasn’t fucked my boyfriend!”

“What, you would’ve treated him differently if you knew?” He huffs, unable to hold back some amusement, despite knowing he’s done something wrong.

You shoot him a deep glare. “Yes! I would have— I don’t know— asserted dominance or something— grabbed your dick— I don’t know!”

Satoru lets a self indulgent smirk sneak out and you poke his chest with a mean, stern look. “Hey! Stop enjoying this so much.”

He immediately grabs onto your hand and lays it flat on his naked chest like he’s trying to keep you close and with him. “I’m not, I’m not!— I just— you can’t blame me for thinking it’s sexy when you get all jealous,” he purrs towards the end, leaning in and snaking a kiss to your jaw. You grumble and almost flinch away from it but then he lays an open mouthed, slow, warm kiss lower down, on your neck, and you melt.

He hums, feeling your body relax into him, and that’s what jolts you out of the haze. You pull away and point at him with squinted eyes. “No. You’re not allowed to do that. I’m actually hurt, Satoru.”

A pleading look grows on his face and he stands quickly to get close to you. “Okay, okay, I know. I’m sorry, baby. I should have told you. It slipped my mind, genuinely. What can I do to make it better?”

You humpf as you cross your arms, pouting as he softly brushes some hair from your face.

“Hmm?” He goads on, tilting his head down to eye your pretty face. “What can this horrible, mean boyfriend do to make it up to his sexy, amazing girlfriend?”

“Were you on top or bottom?”

Satoru pauses, thinking he has to have heard you wrong because you kind of mumbled it quietly.

“What?”

You look up at him. “Did you fuck him or did he fuck you?”

Satoru’s jaw drops, shocked by your question as you move to sit on the edge of the bed behind him, waiting.

He turns slowly to face you, this has to be a trap. “Why do you want to know that, baby? That’s just gonna upset you.”

You ‘Aha!’ like he’s been caught. “I knew it! You’re hiding this from me deliberately!”

“What? No,” he immediately shakes his head, hands moving quickly as to dispel what you’ve said, “A question like that is— I wouldn’t want to know all the ways you’ve fucked Toji in the past, it would upset me! I just don’t want to upset you.”

“Ohh, now you’re bringing up Toji.” You cross your arms. Toji was a bit of an issue for your relationship at the beginning. You used to date, and let’s just say Toji has a bad habit of fucking with people— they used to get into fist fights despite being friends. Honestly, Toji was usually asking for it: smacking your ass casually when you’d hug in greetings, a hand rubbing your thigh a little too far up when you’d laugh in conversation, etc. all with the excuse that he was just so used to doing it when you were dating that he forgets not to.

Satoru shakes his head. “That’s not what I meant.”

You sigh. “I want to know, Satoru. If you’re not trying to keep things from me, then tell me.”

Satoru rubs his eyes and then runs a hand through his hair. He has a feeling this isn’t going to be resolved by tonight. “I have nothing to hide, okay? I was on bottom, I guess.”

You hum and nod, like you know something he doesn’t and you just caught him.

“So he used to fuck you in the ass?”

Satoru’s growing more and more confused. “So what? Does it upset you that I was with a dude?”

Your jaw drops and you stand, a hurt pinch to your brows. “Of fucking course not, Satoru.”

“Then, what? I get that it was fucked to let you talk to Suguru without knowing. But, you’re mad because I happened not to tell you one person I’ve had sex with?”

“It just makes me feel like,” you exhale, avoiding his gaze, “you didn’t tell me because I can’t give you what he could.”

Satoru’s face expands in shock. He grabs onto your face with both hands and holds it up to look you in the eye. “What do you mean, baby? I fucking love you, you give me everything I could ever want.”

“I can’t give you dick,” you mumble.

“That’s,” he hesitates, searching your face, “That’s what’s bothering you? You think I kept it from you on purpose because I didn’t want you to feel bad for not having a penis?”

The corners of your lips and the pinch in your brows deepens within your pout.

“Oh baby,” he coos deeply, pulling you in to hold you close, unable to let out an airy laugh.

You whine, “Stop laughing at me, Toru!”

He squeezes you harder with a grin and you grumble into his chest.

He exhales, deeply and in content, having you in his arms. “You don’t need to worry about that. I’ve never once wished you had a dick and balls. I would have told you about Suguru, I didn’t mean to keep it from you. I’m sorry I made you feel stupid when he told you.”

You mumble something into him and he hums in question, not hearing you.

You pull back to look up at him as he continues to hold you into his front.

“I said,” you sniffle, eyes gleaming widely, “But I heard guys have their g-spot in their ass. So, that means I’ve never made you feel as good as he can or did.”

Satoru shakes his head. “That’s ridiculous, I’ve never had better sex than with you. C’mon, let’s order food and lay back down.”

Your pout stubbornly gets deeper, like he’s lying to you to protect your feelings.

“Up we go.” He decides for you, picking your body up easily and softly tossing you onto the bed before climbing in behind you.

“Come here baby.” He’s holding you the same way he was before, arms around your tummy. He creeps his hand up your shirt and the second it brushes your breast, you shake your head and nudge it away.

“No, I don’t have the right parts. I just have a stupid hole.”

Satoru whines in frustration, sliding his arms up until he’s holding you just under the swell of your tits so he’s not crossing the line but still able to touch you.

“But I love that hole,” he chirps woefully into your ear, sliding his right hand down to curl inward until it covers your clothed pussy entirely. “My favorite hole.” You can hear a deep frown on his lips.

“This hole is closed for business forever and ever.”

Chills race down Satoru’s spine. “You don’t mean that.”

“Maybe I do,” you shrug, but you’re not making any move to take his cold hand away from your cunt. “Maybe you should call Suguru.”

“Oh baby, please. This is ridiculous.” He groans into your neck, hard cock pressing into the lower part of your asscheek.

You suddenly turn to face him, forcing his hands to retreat so you can comfortably turn.

You look up at him. “Is that what you want? For me to buy a strap?”

He sighs. “Not really,” he mumbles.

“Oh okay. So, just him. Fine.” You’re about to turn your back to him again but he doesn’t let you, grabbing a strong hold of your sides.

“Listen to me.” He looks into your eyes, intensely. “When I push inside of your sweet little pussy, I feel a level of pleasure that exceeds reality. I love fucking your beautiful cunt, made just for me to push into. Do you understand me? I want to dominate your insides over and over and over until you forget what it feels like to be empty— all day, everyday. I don’t need you inside me. I want to fucking live inside you.”

You blink at him owlishly and dumbly chirp out, “Oh.”

“I don’t want you to— you don’t need to buy a fake cock because you think I need it to feel satisfied. If anything, I should buy you a fake fucking cock with how much you wear mine out.” He huffs, rubbing his nose into yours affectionately. “Okay?”

You exhale deeply, body relaxing into his. “Okay.”

He brushes his fingertips down your tummy until he slides his whole hand between your thighs, once again claiming your entire clothed pussy to his palm and long fingers.

“My sweet girl,” he coos as his other hand reaches over you and takes a handful of your asscheek. “My horny, horny girl. You wanna satisfy me so bad, huh?”

You grumble a little, soft hands pushing into his chest futilely as he chuckles.

Satoru hums some random tune soothingly as he kneads your back and ass for a long while, keeping the other hand snug against his favorite hole.

A week later. 10:35pm.

Seeing Suguru again wasn’t on your radar, but here he is, at some a party most of your own friends are at.

You and Satoru enter the party together and walk up to some of your friends crowded in the kitchen around a cooler full of an assortment of canned alcohol and ice.

You hug some of them in hello, starting with Shoko and ending with Toji. Satoru greets everyone with a loud, playful, drawn out, “Hello party people!” before wrapping his arm around cheery Haibara.

You lean down and grab some random fizzy drink from the cooler as everyone greets Satoru in their own unique ways.

“Hey again,” Suguru’s familiarly soft voice greets you with a smile as you stand back up.

“Oh, hey.” You pop open your can. You’re not upset with Suguru, it’s not his fault Satoru left a few bits of information out. Suguru didn’t mean any harm, you know that. He still fucked your boyfriend, though.

He gestures for you to come stand by him so you can chat. You smile and nod before stepping over. Satoru pats your ass sweetly as you leave, not taking his attention off of his idiotic conversation with Nanami, bothering and teasing him like he loves to do.

Suguru nods at your drink. “You like that fizzy sweet shit like him, huh?”

You turn the can to eye the name of it and shrug. “It does the job. How about you? You one of those -dry whiskey with no straw- types?”

He hums a soft laugh with a smile. “Like you said, whatever does the job. But no, not always. I dabble.”

You take a swig of your drink. “I respect that.”

“Hey,” he begins with a sympathetic scratch to the back of his head, “I really hope I didn’t mess things up for you after that conversation we had.”

You chuckle and glance over at Satoru with a loving, affectionate look, watching as Nanami holds him in a headlock that you have no doubt he could get out of if he really wanted to. “No, no. Don’t worry about it, we’re good.”

Suguru hums with a smile on his lips, glad you’re not upset with him for telling you something he figured you’d know.

You turn towards him with a playful smile on your lips. “Anything else you wanna tell me about you and Satoru before the night goes on, though?” you joke, making Suguru throw his head back and laugh.

He comes back down to earth and takes a step towards you, leaning his hip against the counter casually as he eyes your face with a tilt of a smile.

“You’re sexy,” he all but coos down at you, voice soft and deep.

Your brows raise and you huff. “Are you hitting on me right now?” While your boyfriend, who he used to fuck in the ass, is standing a few feet away?

He shrugs and swigs his drink. “I see why Satoru is into you.” An answer that isn’t an answer at all.

“And why is he into me?” You entertain his sillies with amusement.

He exhales deeply, in thought. “Sweet, compassionate, caring, beautiful, loving, funny, a good listener, knows how to cook a warm meal. Am I close?”

He’s playing with you, naming all of the generic compliments one could find on a hallmark card. He doesn’t know you well enough to actually answer, but he knows that he likes to make you laugh. You can’t help but do just that, shaking your head in amusement, and fidgeting with the lip of your can with the same hand that holds it.

“Oh, you’re right on the money. You know me so well,” you say with playful surprise.

He huffs out a few laughs and tilts his drink in dismissal. He licks his lips of the wetness of his beverage.

“So, he mad at me for telling you about our dorm life?”

You inhale and exhale an airy laugh. “He might be.”

“Ohh,” he hums drawn out, amused, but still as soft toned as ever. His brow quirks down at you, “So, you were upset.”

You look away and take a drink with a soft scoff. He wormed that insinuated information right out of you.

He continues, despite your silence. “Because your boyfriend was with a guy?”

You roll your eyes, a ghost of a smile on your lips. “No.”

He hums, head rocking back. “Then..?”

“You should go ask your old dorm mate if you really wanna know,” you land on, like you’d be interested in seeing how that would go.

He hums in contemplation, casually glancing at Satoru. “I’m betting that wouldn’t end well for me.”

You shrug, casually. “Never know until you try.”

“Eh,” he brushes it off, “Why would I do that when my new friend is so fun to talk to?” He might as well have said ‘fun to play with’ instead.

“Oh, friends, huh?” You tilt your head.

“Oh come on,” he smiles back down at you, looming over you a bit so you can smell his nice scent, “We have so much in common. We both like drinking, we’ve fucked the same person, we’re both wearing black clothing, I think you’re sexy, you think I’m sexy— we’re best friends already.”

You make a little expression of surprise, laughing.

“I think you’re sexy? Oh I didn’t know that.”

“Oh yeah, I forgot to mention that, my bad. Yeah, you think I’m sexy.” He speaks definitively, clinking his drink into yours in a soft cheers.

You hum dramatically, continuing to go along with whatever he throws out. “Right. Must have slipped my mind.”

He prods once again. “So, new friend, what was it that bothered you about the fact that I’ve had sex with your boyfriend?”

You let out a deep exhale as a thunderbolt of jealousy shoots through your chest, ignoring that wildly observant gaze he’s had locked on you since you came into view.

“Well, how big is your dick?”

Suguru almost chokes on his own spit, not expecting such blunt words. “Oh?” He laughs, wiping his mouth with his sleeve.

You’re relaxed as you face the others, watching Nanami’s forehead vein bulge while he grabs hold of Satoru’s collar. Haibara’s laughing and trying to calm him down, though Satoru looks content where he’s at.

“You could go ask Satoru.” Suguru smiles with utmost entertainment, close enough to your side that your arm is brushing his abdomen. He reaches to brush some hair behind your ear and then trails his fingertips down the edge of your ear briefly. “I’m sure he remembers, if you really wanna know, pretty girl.”

Suguru is fucking with you, you’re not stupid. But you think he’s likely doing it for shits and giggles, like he’s testing if you can handle some teasing or if you’ll actually get upset. He might actually be into you too, maybe seeing if you’d fuck him as well, and then he could confidently say he’s been with both you and Satoru.

You take a deep breath and take your eyes off of your friends to face his anticipation.

“Why would I do that when my new friend is so fun to talk to?” You use his own words, making Suguru’s soft smile grow.

“Besides, you know Satoru,” you lean towards him on the tips of your toes and he slouches to meet you halfway, waiting for you to speak into his ear. “His memory is all messed up. He can just never seem to remember not to cum inside me before we go out to a party with all of our friends.”

You can almost hear Suguru’s eyes flicker in surprise.

Suguru exhales slowly as you lean away. You watch him stand up straight as his tongue swipes against his lips. He adjusts his crotch area. “He does have a horrible memory, doesn’t he?”

He’s pleased with your response, clearly, as his eyes flick down to the in between of your legs where you have no doubt, he’s imagining the cum pooling in your panties.

You aren’t sure if you won that conversation or if it was even a competition in the first place. You gesture to the side. “I’ll see you later,” you say politely and he nods with a smile that’s anything but appropriate.

You make your way over to Satoru, Nanami, and Haibara and you can still feel Suguru’s eyes.

“Hey, baby.” Satoru notices your approach immediately, slithering his hand lightly onto your ass like it’s muscle memory.

“You guys mind if I steal him?” You ask a very fed-up Nanami and an energetic Haibara.

“No, we do not.” Nanami confirms deeply, adjusting his glasses with a permanent glare.

Haibara swings his arm to rest on Nanami’s shoulder and gives you a thumbs up. “Go for it!”

You’re already yanking Satoru’s wrist to follow you as you walk. He should be stumbling over those long legs since you’re moving so fast but he’s still keeping up.

“Where are we going?” Genuine curiosity laced with that natural playful air of his.

You don’t answer as you lead the two of you through sweaty, drunk people.

He dramatically puts on a show of stumbling to a stop when you let go of his wrist in some empty hallway upstairs. “Jeez, what’s—”

He ‘hmph’s when you suddenly push him up against the wall— more like when he allowed you to— and you start fumbling with his belt.

“Why do you wear these stupid belts? They’re made out of fucking steel.”

“What’d he say, baby?” His eyes are on your concentrated face while your frantic hands are at work.

You already know who he’s talking about. “He didn’t say anything.” You unlock his belt.

He tilts his head down to eye you better while he tilts your face up. “He bother you again?”

You exhale, looking up into his beautiful eyes and blindly unzipping his pants. “Honestly, I can’t tell if he wants to fuck me or fight me.”

Satoru huffs at your words as you focus back onto his crotch, popping his button open to reveal his pink heart littered boxers. He’s not surprised Suguru is toying with you.

“This is just how he is, he can probably tell he’s getting a reaction out of you.” He caresses the side of your face sweetly as you shove your hand into his boxers. “Want me to do something?”

You shake your head in brief denial as you pull his cock out.

“Want to fuck,” you mumble with most of your focus on jerking his dick to full mast while you maneuver your leg up so your knee and calf is pressing into the wall beside his hip.

“Right here?” he coos with amusement, though he’s actually not even slightly worried getting caught. His large palm aids in holding your leg up without you having to ask. “Didn’t I just fill this hole up? She’s gonna get overwhelmed, baby.”

You give him a scornful pout, pausing. “You don’t want to be inside me?”

He can immediately tell what you’re worried about. You just spoke to Suguru, who has a dick that used to be used on him, and Satoru knows the idea of not having a dick now bothers you. It’s ridiculous, really, but he knows it’s coming from a place of yearning to please him so he leans into you.

“Fuck to the yes I do. If I ever say no to that, shoot me in the head. You hear me?” When your expression gives into a hint of acceptance, he licks the side of your face like a cat and then kisses it. “Gimme that pussy baby,” he mumbles into your skin in a purposefully demanding, playful tone.

The second those words leave his lips, your movements grow desperate and fast again.

You yank your panties to the side and all but shove him into your creamy pussy. He wasn’t even sure this position was possible, it can’t be comfortable for you; not to mention, no foreplay, but you seem to be more than okay with it. His sweet girl is on a mission and he’s more than happy to be collateral.

He groans, head falling back onto the wall with a ‘thunk.’ “Oh man. You’re so slimy.” His previous load surrounds his throbbing cock, your walls are just drenched in it.

You’re breathing sharply as your head spins in your own little world, drunk on the odd interaction with Suguru and your jealous desire to be everything Satoru needs. You somehow start humping his cock to the best of your ability in such a position while your legs shake.

“Fuck,” he groans at the squelch, softly meeting your sloppy thrusts halfway with his hips. His free hand grabs onto the back of your skull and lowers it down till the top of your heads are touching, forcing the both of you to watch your sloppy connection move in and out. “Look at thaaat.”

You whimper as your lips stick to his skin every time his cock fully mounts you and then breaks away with a string of slick and cum each time it withdraws.

“He said,” you pause to take choppy breaths, moving your head up to search for eye contact, “you remember how big his dick is.”

Satoru rolls his eyes but it quickly transforms into an eye roll of ultimate pleasure when your pace quickens with your growing jealousy.

“He— oh fuck— he’s just trying to,” his voice breaks into a moan, hips stuttering, “get under your skin, baby.”

“How big is it?” you persist passionately, slamming your hips down as hard as they can go, resisting your own muscles screaming at you to change positions.

Satoru sputters with parted lips and whited out eyes, hands spasming in utter euphoria that just won’t allow him the ability focus on your important questions.

“Fine,” you stutter, pausing to drop your forehead onto his shoulder to moan, “I’ll just find out for myself.”

Satoru’s eyes snap open. The next thing you know, he’s walking you backward while fucking you the entire way over until your back is slamming against the opposite wall. It’s an utterly awkward stumbling, hopping on one leg situation, but Satoru basically carries you the whole way anyways.

You gasp as your back collides with the wall, urgently grabbing onto his broad shoulders for balance. “Oh fuck! Satoru— wait—”

He shakes his head frantically, hips snapping into yours at an electric pace that’s making the picture frames on the wall desperately hold onto their hinges as they rock aggressively. “You want to ‘find out about his cock?’ Hm? And how are you gonna do that?”

You whine as he playfully and yet aggressively, spat the words into your open mouth, harshly recycling sharp breaths with you between words. “I’m not— I don’t know—”

“Yeah,” he breathes in a cocky tone, interrupting you. You squeal when he slams his entire body weight into a thrust, basically hammering you into the wall behind you, “You don’t know. Your sweet little pussy is not going any where near his cock. Do you understand me?”

You nod eagerly, drooling down your chin as he makes harsh, possessive love to you.

“That’s my good girl,” he purrs into yours neck, nodding at your skin before slurping it into his mouth to suck on, meanly.

But then, you’re slipping, legs finally giving out, and Satoru is letting you— in fact he’s going down with you. He just can’t afford to slip out of your cunt, so his one track mind just fucks you all the way down until you’re in deep missionary on the cold, hard floor. You hiss and your back arches at the discomfort of it.

“Don’t tell me to pull out,” he pleads, roughly, shoving your legs down to your chest so he can lean over you and get a deeper angle. “Please, I can’t stop.”

You shake your head and whimper loudly, grabbing onto his frantic hips with shaky hands, feeling his muscles contract and tremble. “Don’t stop, it’s okay— mmfh!— get yourself off.”

He groans loudly and shoves his tongue into your mouth while he takes hold of your skull, large palms encasing it possessively. “Ohh you want that, don’t you? Naughty girl. You know how much I love you and this pussy? I’m about to show you just how much.”

Your hand extends and slams down onto the floorboards, nails digging into the wood, creating marks as you cope with his heavy hips punching into your insides over and over and over. You’re starting to forget why you took his cock out in the first place.

He’s close, you can tell by the way his legs gradually spread out and how he drops a bit too much body weight onto you to get deeper, stretching out the muscles running along the back of your thighs, painfully.

“Ah-ah-ah— shit! Gonna fucking breed all of my load— love into you.”

And then he’s doing just that, chopped up exhales fanning directly into your mouth that sound like an old man finally feeling the relief of taking a piss in the middle of the night. He slobbers all over your face as he cums, smearing his drooling lips against your skin deliberately and you just lay there, whining and basking in it, cunt twisting around the pulsing, invading shaft.

Satoru groans loudly into your ear as he comes down, grinding his hips into yours like he’s churning butter for good measure, making you gasp and groan out a sound full of submissive coping.

“You didn’t cum,” he voices in a relaxed slur, moving up on his forearms beside your head so he can look at your face. You shake your head and bring your hands up to caress his cheeks.

“People might come,” you say shyly, glancing up to look at the exit of the upside down hallway behind you.

“Ha!” he shouts dramatically right into your face, “that’s funny, really. Like I’d fuck your gushy pussy and then just leave you all needy and horny.”

He suddenly pops his cock out of your sensitive, crying, stuffed-full cunt and you both hiss. He quickly crawls his way down to shove his face between your legs.

You jut your chin down to your chest shyly and he shakes his head with an amused chuckle, breath fanning your throbbing clit.

“No way you’re getting all shy now. If someone walks by, it’s on you my little exhibitionist.” Before you can respond, he’s opening his mouth wide with his wide tongue stuck out and obnoxiously encases your pussy within it. He’s not afraid to look ‘ugly’ to give you the stimulation needed to blow your mind.

Your fingers curl into his soft white hair and you moan pathetically as he sloppily makes out with your leaky, nicely bred, sore core. You might be hallucinating, but was that footsteps?

You anxiously glance back at the exit. “B-Baby— I think someone’s coming. Maybe we— ngh!— should go to a room or something.” You tap his head anxiously.

“Yeah, someone is cumming,” he murmurs quickly into your cunt, “you.”

You groan and yank his hair, knowing you’re unable to successfully pull him off even if you wanted to. Satoru has always been firm on the idea: you don’t interrupt a man eating a nice, warm meal. You just don’t.

It’s not long before an orgasm approaches, I mean, obviously. He’s focusing beautifully on the edges of your clit where he knows it’s not too sensitive and actually allows ecstasy to form. Let’s not forget, the adrenaline and pressure to ‘hurry up’ and get an orgasm in before the time is up and someone catches you only hurdles you closer.

Satoru purrs aloud as he eats, always has. It sounds like a cat that’s biting ridiculously large mouthfuls of their food possessively while they warn potential predators around that this is theirs and only theirs. It’s ridiculous and it makes your toes curl and your legs shake.

“I’m so close, don’t— don’t stop.” Your plea makes Satoru’s brows twitch in satisfaction as he works your clit, hands kneading your soft inner thighs.

You nervously glance back at the exit to the hallway and let out a blood curdling gasp when you see none other than Suguru Geto leaning against the wall, watching the scene like it’s some television show as he sips his drink. You’re about to scramble, snap your legs together, and hide yourself, shout, do something, because the delicious idea of getting caught is never as alluring as the brutal reality— but then, Satoru worms two fingers inside to assault your g-spot way past speed limit without changing a thing about the pace he’s licking your clit at, and you just fucking burst with a pathetically drawn out, choppy moan. Your eyes roll and your back arches completely off of the hard floor, it feels as though you had no choice but to fall off the steep cliff and that only makes it more intense.

Oh, bless your heart. Suguru huffs an airy laugh as you spasm, ignoring the incessant throb in his painfully hard cock.

As you finally come down, you blink your bleary eyes at the exit, focusing on it until you can see clearly. You lazily smack at Satoru’s head. “Satoru— get off— someone is—”

Your vision clears and Suguru’s not there anymore, no where to be seen. Satoru lifts his head and licks his lips obnoxiously, climbing up over you and looking over at the area you’re focused on. He laughs and leans in to the side of your face. “I made you cum so hard you’re seeing shit.”

“Wha—What? No, he was— he was right there.” Your brows knit, eyes locked on the exit as Satoru hums noncommittally and peppers kisses onto your neck.

Later, re-joining the party after you cleaned up (Satoru licked your panties and then slid them onto your sore pussy with a pat and a direct order to ‘hold in all of his babies’), you can’t help but steal peeks at Suguru who’s acting completely normal. Satoru’s ego is too large to entertain your claim because apparently his ‘magical tongue’ isn’t called magical for nothing and you fear it would actually crush his big heart if you persisted that it wasn’t actually the orgasm he gave you that made you see Suguru.

Satoru scoops his arms around your body, holding you close. “You okay?”

You nod and exhale deeply, letting your arms wrap loosely around his neck. “I’m okay.”

“You’re not still worried that I want dick in my ass, are you?”

You can’t help but laugh, making Satoru smile, having accomplished his mission to put some warmth on your distant face.

You give him a nice, sweet peck. “No, I can still feel your ‘love’ dripping out of me.” You nuzzle his nose with yours and he chuckles, squeezing your ass affectionately.

“Good. If I knew keeping you stuffed would stop you from pouting, I woulda set up a breeding schedule way sooner,” he hums.

“Hush,” you laugh, shaking your head.

He glances to the side where Suguru is chatting with Nanami, “And anyways, if he actually saw us like you said, he’d be all over you right now, teasing you and getting under your skin.. under your panties too. Trust me, I know him.”

You sigh and nod softly. “Right, yeah. I’m probably just tired, paranoid, I don’t know. Talking to him earlier got me all— bleh.”

He hums an affirmation and softly, adoringly pats at your ass. “I know just the thing. I’m gonna get us something to drink.”

You nod and he skips his way over to the cooler, not missing the chance to flick Nanami’s head and act as though it wasn’t him that did it as he interrogates him.

You huff and shake your head at the sight of your silly boyfriend.

“I hope there’s not anymore trouble in paradise?”

Suguru’s soft voice, much closer than you could have expected, makes you jump and gasp, slapping a hand onto your heart as you face him. “Jesus, you scared the shit out of me.”

He chuckles and rocks back on his heels, hands stuffed in his pockets. He leans towards you on the way back to balance on his soles, in that alluring way he seems to do with women— or just you. “Ah— my fault, I didn’t peg you for the jumpy type.”

You exhale deeply as you catch your breath. “I’m usually not.”

He hums with a smile and you clear your throat, looking back towards Satoru as Suguru stands beside you.

“You come over here to chat about your dick size again?”

Suguru snickers with the upmost amusement before exhaling deeply on his last chuckle.

“No, no.” He leans down to your ear and brushes a few fingers down your spine, making you stiffen up, “I wanted to tell you that you might wanna change your pretty little dress.”

You blink, brows furrowing and focus waning from your boyfriend over to his presence engulfing you. “Uh— why?”

The warm hand that isn’t on your lower back reaches down and slides up your inner thigh, making you gasp. A smile crawls on his face and you can hear it as he purrs into your ear.

He holds a few sticky, cum webbed fingers in front of your face. “You’re leaking.”

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“honey, out of all the ideas you’ve had over the years… this one is probably the most stupid.” nanami growls, your daughter peacefully playing with his necklace as she sits contentedly on his abdomen.

“are you saying i am stupid?” you gasp, dramatically clutching your chest. (you’re not offended. it’s just funny to poke at him.)

“that’s not what i said,” he mutters, pinching the bridge of his nose like he’s fighting back an horrible migraine. “fine. give me the phone.”

you practically squeal, bouncing to your knees on your shared bed as you reach over to grab his phone from the nightstand. grinning from ear to ear, you scroll through his contacts until you find satoru gojo. 

you were so excited to try this new trend with your husband. and who’s a better candidate than gojo who exhausts kento just by breathing. 

you gleefully tap call and hand the phone over. he’s already mumbling something under his breath about how utterly ridiculous this is… but, in all honesty, you don’t mind. you’re just thrilled he gave in. a grumpy husband is still a loving one, and this grumpy husband? he’d probably let you get away with anything.

with a resigned sigh, he presses the speaker icon, settling your daughter against his chest as he leans back against the headboard. for a moment, there’s nothing but the sound of ringing and your baby’s soft giggles filling the room—before the bright high pitched voice of gojo erupts. 

“HIIIIIII, NANAMIIIIIN!!!” the voice explodes through the speaker. nanami winces, holding the phone impossibly far from his face, while your daughter jumps slightly from the sudden noise. he pats her back immediately in that calm, steady rhythm that always settles her—she coos in response.

“hello,” he replies, deadpan as ever.

“what did i do to deserve a call from my dear friend at the good ol’ hour of… huh, 8pm?! wow, you must love me. you must! kentouneeeette, knew you were just playin’ a—”

“quit this, satoru.”

there’s a beat of silence where your daughter lets out a loud babble, clearly ready to join the conversation. “heyyy,” gojo gasps, instantly shifting gears. “is that my favorite girl i hear?” 

your baby replies with a bubbly gurgle and a little spit noise. seems like it’s enough for gojo to keep speaking like she’s a grown person. “yessss, i know, i know sweet girl. uncle toru misses you too!! i promise when i’ll be back, i will buy you tons of ice cream! Your dad is just no fun… don’t get grumpy like him, ‘kay?”

nanami sighs again—this time the deep, soul-crushing kind that only gojo can summon from him. still, his free hand never stops rubbing your daughter’s back while she babbles and gojo continues chatting, apparently having the best conversation of their life. 

you gesture at nanami, slightly tapping his lap as a wildly mouth ‘say it, say it now!’.

he glances at you with that fond, exhausted look that means he’d do it all again if it makes you smile.

“actually,” he finally says. “i called to wish you a good night.”

“EHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!” you can hear a scraping sound through the speaker, something like a chair toppling over. “KENTO NANAMI?! is that you on the phone???!” his tone is full of surprise but still wrapped with his warm playfulness. “is it because of your wife??? she totally made you do this, didn’t she? you’ve never wished me a goodnight—!”

“guess there’s a first time to everything.” kento interrupts him. 

“damnnnn, i should have recorded it, fuck—”

“no swearing.” your husband’s voice is a little sharper now—he doesn’t like when people swears in front of his baby girl.

“ahhh, yes, sorry princess. but your dad is some strange specimen..” he chuckles before adding with more tease than necessary : “anywayyy~~~ wish a good night to your pretty wife too kento !! well, actually our wife, hehe.”

his eyes instantly narrow to slits. “there is no such thing as our wife.”

“ehhh?? what you saying? sharing is carrying and—”

kento abruptly ends the call and tosses the phone to the side.

without warning, one big hand comes to cradle your jaw, gently tugging you closer. “you’re mine.”

you blink. “ken’, i didn’t say anything, i—”

“next time you’ll make it clear,” he whispers against your lips, eyes flicking down to your mouth before dragging back up to meet your gaze—then returning again, like he can’t quiet decide where to look. “you are a nanami. my nanami.” 

his thick thumb traces your bottom lip as he adds with a raspy voice, “you’ll shove your ring into his eyeballs next time, got it?” 

he kisses you before you can tease him any further—it’s a rough but still gentle peck on your pouty lips he squished with his hand. 

a possessive little press of lips. still mindful your baby is with you—tucked on his strong torso, watching with wide eyes and… clapping like she just saw fireworks explode in the sky.

it makes kento smile against your lips—a small tug of his lips but it’s there. the kind to show his single dimple on his cheek and almost melts away his grumpy shell completely.

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